It was spring and I ached to be outside in the fresh air but stormy weather had blown in from the coast, so instead I was stuck inside, listening to the rain against my bedroom windows as I tried to focus on homework.  The tedium was shattered as my cell rang, the caller ID a number I knew well.  Rising from my desk, I picked it up and answered while throwing myself onto my bed.

“Hi, Dr Hanssen!”

“Hickory, hello.”  Her deep, rich voice wrapped round me as I sank into my coverlet.  “How are you?”

“Good, thanks.  And you?”

“Also good.”  The briefest of pauses before she cut to the substance of her call:  “It’s Lissy’s birthday soon.”  Lissy: her very nearly twelve-year-old daughter, for whom I had first babysat five months ago and, the very same night, had taken charge of me and dragged me – entirely willingly – into her bed.  It still faintly surprised me that Dr Hanssen knew that and yet had kept inviting me back to babysit Lissy despite the fact that, every time, we ended up sleeping together.

“Oh, yeah – I’ve got a present for her. I’d been meaning to ask when I could call round to drop it off.”  

“Well, I’m calling to give you an opportunity – she’s asked me to invite you to her birthday celebrations.”

“Really?”  I was honestly surprised – Lissy and I got on well, but our relationship was almost entirely sexual: I kept an eye on her when Dr Hanssen – or Inga as she insisted I call her when I was out of my parent’s hearing - needed to go out for an evening or the night, Lissy bossed me around while I did so, and then we’d end up fucking.

“Indeed.  It’s not exactly a party though.  She’s specifically asked if she can have a small sleepover instead: just her, two friends and you.  She also asked if I could go out and leave you in charge.”  Dr Hanssen gave me a moment to consider the implications of that before continuing, “I did have to say ‘no’ to that, given that there would be other people there – but we compromised on the idea that I’d keep to my study and bedroom, so – unless there’s a major problem – you’ll still be in control.”

As much as I was ever in control around Lissy, I thought.

Inga continued: “That given, I’d be happy to still pay you for babysitting – half again your usual overnight rate?”

“That sounds fine but,” my thoughts whirled as I considered the implications of the invite, “Lissy’s got something planned, hasn’t she?”

Inga’s tone was amused, “More than you know and probably even more than I’m privy to – but she also made me promise not to tell you more than I already have.  I don’t think it’s anything you’ll object to… although it might be a good time to remind you, as I have already reminded her, about the conversation we had the second time you came round.”  

That conversation – after Inga had found the two of us snuggled naked in bed the first time I babysat Lissy – had been to set two ground rules for future visits. Firstly: that, even if Lissy was the dominant in our personal relationship, if I said something ‘as the babysitter’, Lissy had to respect it and obey.  Secondly, a reminder to both of us that ‘no’ was a complete answer and neither of us – particularly Lissy – was to push once the other said it.  The first rule had rarely come up in subsequent visits, the second had not come up at all.  It was a little alarming that Lissy’s plans meant her mother felt the need to remind us.

I hesitated, then took the leap of faith, “Okay – please tell her I’d love to come.  When should I be there?”   Inga gave me a date and time before ringing off, leaving me to lie on my bed and contemplate what I’d just signed myself up for.

So it was a week or so later that, with a thrill of anticipation that fluffed my hackles, I walked down the Hanssen’s driveway to meet my fate.  The skirt of my dress flapped around my legs in the breeze.  My mother had insisted that if I was going to a party I had to dress appropriately.  I’d put up a token argument that I was also going to be babysitting so it needed to be something practical, but since – unbeknownst to my mother – I was fairly certain that I wouldn’t be wearing it for long once I got inside, I’d acceded to her demands much more readily than usual.  

The door opened before I reached it, revealing Lissy.  She’d had a growth spurt since I first met her and, despite being my junior, was now an inch or so taller than me and distinctly curvier.  She was dressed far more casually than I: T-shirt and shorts – although even that was more than her usual preferred clothing level of ‘none’.  “Hickory!  Hi!  Come on in.”    She moved back to let me in, but as I came in and closed the door behind me, stepped forwards again, so I turned back towards her to find her right in my personal space.

I flinched back unconsciously, letting out a little squeak, but found myself pressed up against the unforgiving wood of the closed door.  She just grinned and leaned in towards me, placing one paw on the door next to my ear.  “Liss! I – uh… Hi?”  This close I could smell her shampoo, and it triggered a rush of memories of nights spent curled up against her in her bed.  My mouth went dry, as I tried to focus.  “Uhm… happy birthday?  I got you something!”  I held up the gift bag I carried, interposing it between us. 

“Thank you, Hickory!”  She took the bag from me and stepped back a little.  “Is it okay if I open it later?”  I gave a half-shrug / half-nod.   “Because… I, uh, I got you something too.”  She put my gift bag down and picked up a small box that was on the sideboard.   “I thought about this a while back, and asked my mom, and she said I could get it for you as one of my birthday presents, so I did, and…”  The words spilled out of her as she held the box out towards me.  There was a very faint tremble to her paw.

Bemused and touched, I took the box from her.  “You… used one of your birthday presents to get me something?”

“Yes, but well, its sort of for both of us, but I wanted you to have it tonight, but you don’t have to have it if you don’t want to but…”  She stopped and took a deep breath, “Just open the box already! Please?”

I gingerly opened the box to reveal its contents:  a slender buckled band of midnight-blue leather with a polished silver ring in the middle.  I just gazed at it for a moment, processing.  “Is that a collar?  For me?”

“...Yeah.”  Lissy seemed to shrink in on herself as I looked at the collar.  “It’s just… I know what we’ve got going on isn’t really normal and, I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend or stuff like that, but I really like having you as my horny pet rat babysitter, and I wanted to get you something to show that, and…”

I cut her off as I lifted the collar out of the box with one paw, setting the empty box back on the sideboard with the other.  “Will you put it on for me?”

“...Really?”

“Mm-hmm.”  I turned to face the door, holding the collar out to one side for her to take, and with the other paw lifted my hair away from my neck.  As Lissy took the collar and stepped up behind me again, I twined my tail affectionately around her leg, then raised my chin to give her better access to my throat.  “So you asked your mom if you could get your babysitter a collar for your birthday?”

She let out an exasperated little huff that ruffled the top of my hair.  “Yeah, and even with Mom’s famously anything-goes attitude, that was an awkward conversation like you would not believe.”  She brought the strap of leather around my neck and drew it snug.  “That okay? Not too tight?”

“Perfect.”  As she began to buckle it, a sense of immense calm fell over me, my fur fluffing then settling, the constant slight twitch of my ears stilled, even my tail relaxed.  I breathed out slowly.  “Thank you, Liss.”

 Her hot breath, so close to my neck, warmed my fur as she replied, “Pretty sure I should be thanking you.”

She finished buckling the collar and let me go, stepping backwards to give me some room.  I turned to face her.   Lissy looked me up and down.  “Don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress before, Hickory.  Looks good.”  I grimaced slightly, and she grinned.  “I know it’s not your thing.  Don’t worry, I’m not expecting you to keep it on.”  She made a little gesture with her paw that I interpreted as an instruction to take the dress off.

I turned away, slipping off my shoes and placing them by the door, before unfastening my dress and giving a little shimmy to let it fall around my paws.  Now clad only in panties, I carefully folded my dress – a habit drummed into me – and placed it carefully on top of the shoes, before finally slipping off off my underwear, bending over gratuitously to show off my rump to Lissy, and then adding that last garment to the pile.  

Turning back, I realised to my surprise that Lissy was still fully dressed, smirking at my naked-but-for-a-collar body.  “Aren’t you…?”  I tried to copy the little ‘undress’ gesture she’d made.  

Her grin widened, showing her sharp, pointed teeth.  “Not yet.”

My breath caught in my throat.  “A-and your other guests?”  

“Also not naked. Yet. They’re already here, in the kitchen.  Looking forwards to meeting you. I’ve told them all about you.”

“Everything?”  That came out as a breathy squeak.  

Lissy nodded.  “Don’t worry.  They might be surprised, but they’re not going to be shocked.  And I’m sure we’re all going to get along just fine tonight.  Come on.”  She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen.  At the doorway, she pushed me ahead of her, still holding my hand, so that I would be the first thing her guests saw.

As I stepped from the carpeted confines of the hallway into the cool tiled expanse of the kitchen, pinned against Lissy’s warm bulk by the bright lights like a butterfly on display, what I saw was two rabbit-folk, brown-furred, sat at the kitchen table.  They were about Lissy’s age, and my first thought was that they were identical twins, before I spotted subtle curves on the one in the yellow T-shirt that suggested they were in fact brother and sister.  

“Guys, this is Hickory.  Hickory – Jake and Mia.”  Lissy let me go as she made the introductions, and even gave me a gentle shove that sent me a step into the room.

The two young rabbits gazed at me with undisguised astonishment.  Of the three of us, the boy, Jake, found words first:  “Holy shit!  You weren’t kidding, Liss!  And you got them to wear the collar?  So… they’ll do what we tell them?”  Without waiting for an answer, he beckoned to me.  “Come over here.”

I glanced back over my shoulder at Lissy, whose expression was entirely neutral.  I stayed exactly where I was.

“Huh?”  Jake looked puzzled at my disobedience.

I answered his unspoken question, “Lissy gave me the collar.”  I put a gentle emphasis on her name.  “She gets to tell me what to do.  And she didn’t say anything about doing what anyone else tells me.”  Despite the certainty I tried to infuse into my words, I did glance back at Lissy again, and was relieved to see her smile.

Mia smacked her brother on the arm, “Dummy.  Told you so.”

Liss rested her paw on my bare shoulder for a moment before giving me another nudge towards the table, “Go sit down.”  It was obvious which of the two empty seat was mine  – the one nearest the door had a full glass of water waiting on the coaster, whereas Lissy’s space had a half-empty glass of the bizarre salty-sweet drink she preferred.  It put me opposite Mia, with Jake on my right and Liss on my left.

I scurried to my place, and as I sat, pulled my chair as far into the table as I could, trying to hide my nudity enough to forget that I was the only one naked in the room – a vain hope given that the collar, so comforting just a moment ago, now served only to remind me of my embarassing, thrilling, predicament.  I glanced up at the two strangers, “Um.  Hi.”

Mia smiled at me warmly.  “Hi, Hickory.  It’s good to meet you – Lissy’s told us a lot about you.  Although she didn’t mention how cute you are. And, please don’t mind my brother.  He mostly thinks with his lower brain.”

Jake grumbled, “Oh yeah, because you’re not at all interested in hot naked rats.”

Mia cuffed his arm again.  “We both know I am.  But I’m being cool about it.”

I blushed at the compliments coming my way, heat rushing to my cheeks and ears, but I couldn’t help smiling at the sibling banter.

Lissy took her seat, and gazed over the three of us with predatory benevolence before launching into what had the feeling of a pre-prepared spiel.  “So.  Thank you all for coming to my birthday party.  I hope we’re all going to enjoy it.”  The latter sentence was said with comically lascivious overtones.  “As a reminder,” she glanced at Jake and Mia – mostly at Jake, “However they’re dressed…”

“Or not,” muttered Jake under his breath, earning another poke from his sister.

“...Hickory is our babysitter for tonight, so if they do tell us to do something, we do it.”  I straightened up and tried to look responsible, an affect somewhat marred by my nipples jutting out stiffly in the cool air, stark pink against white fur.  I gave up and leaned back into my seat again.

Lissy carried on undeterred, “My plan is to order pizza, chill until it gets here, have dinner, and then play a party game.  After that, birthday cake, more chill, and see how things go.  Any objections.”  Her tone made it clear that the last bit was pro forma and not actually a question.  I really wanted to ask about the game, but I was fairly sure of two things: that Lissy wouldn’t tell me yet and that I was going to play regardless.  Three things: I was also fairly sure, unless I was badly misreading the rabbits’ reaction to my collared nudity, that it was going to be something sexual.

Hearing no objections, Lissy moved straight on to the pizza orders.  Anchovy and olive for her, at which the remaining three of us shared a long-suffering look – the rabbits were clearly also familiar with her culinary predilections, one double-cheese and bacon, and two vegetarian.  The order was swiftly tapped into an app, and then we settled in to wait.  

Glancing at Jake and Mia, I was the first to break the silence that had fallen over the table in the wake of food-ordering.  “So, how do you know Liss? Are you at the same school, or…?”

Mia answered, “Oh, no, we met on holiday, at camp.”  Jake interjected: “Naturist camp!”

“Oh, so your family are naturists like Dr Hanssen and Liss?”   They both nodded.  I sighed enviously, “That is so cool… Wish I could go. But my parents would have a heart attack at the idea.”

Mia nodded sympathetically. “That sucks.  You’d fit in great.  But I hope it explains why we’re maybe more surprised by the collar than the nakedness.”  

Liss leaned forwards.  “Why don’t you tell Hickory exactly how I met you the first time?” To my surprise, neither rabbit answered immediately, looking down at the table.  Liss gave them a moment, before starting off,  “First day there, me and mom have just got settled in and I decide to go for a walk.  I’m cutting through the woods, and I hear a weird sound from in the bushes, so I decide to take a peek… and what do I see but a cute bunny girl on her knees with her brother’s cock in her mouth!”

My eyebrows shot upward, “You…” I gestured between them, “With each other?”

Jake hastened to explain, “It’s not what you think. We don’t fuck.”

“Yet.”  Lissy stated.

“Yet,” Mia affirmed.  They noted my obvious bemusement.  Mia elaborated: “You know how there’s a lot of talk about rabbit-folk all being sex-mad?  Well… there’s some truth there.  We don’t talk about it much outside the kith, but for most of us, sex is pretty casual. And there isn’t anything against playing with family – so long as you don’t have kids together.  So, yeah, me and Jake – we take care of each other.”

I looked between them, “But you don’t fuck?”

Jake replied, “Having your first time be your twin?  That’s a bit… Well. No-one – no rabbit,” he amended, “Would say it was wrong, but it would be like: ‘What, you can’t find anyone else?’”   

Mia picked up the thread smoothly, “So we agreed that we’d both hold off until we’d both found someone else… but we want to have our firsts with other people at the same time.”  I glanced at Lissy as puzzle pieces thudded into place in my mind.

Mia carried on, unaware of my realisation, “And, I notice, Liss didn’t finish the story about how we met, because that would have involved her admitting what she did.”  

We all looked at Liss, me keen to hear the rest of the story, the two rabbits smirking.  Lissy looked as near to embarrassed as I’d ever seen her.  Jake took up the narrative:  “So, Mia and I hadn’t really been paying attention to anything else.  I’d got my eyes closed, but as I was about to cum, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I see behind Mia is a bear cub, legs spread, paw buried in her cunny, jilling herself off, watching us.”

Mia, “And the first I know about it is Jake suddenly yelping and flinching back away from me, which means instead of coming in my mouth neatly, he sprays spunk all over my face – in my eye, in my ears, up my nose!”  Her expression was one of amusement mingled with remembered distaste.

Jake, “Honestly, it’s a miracle we became friends after that introduction.”

Mia, “Probably because as soon as she realised what had happened, Liss immediately came over to apologise and to help clean me up and rinse out my eye with her water bottle.”

Liss cleared her throat.  “I am still sorry about that.  But it did mean I got to meet you on… different terms to how we might have met otherwise.  And I am hoping to make up for it.”

Mia rested her small paw on Lissy’s larger one. “I know.”  

I glanced between Mia and Lissy.  At the way Liss was turned slightly towards her. I shivered a bit, before unconsciously lifting my hand and brushing my fingers over the collar that wrapped my throat.  I looked away from them, to see Jake watching me. He smiled and jerked his head towards the other two.  “So, yeah – after that introduction, Liss spent most of the rest of that holiday with us, and we’ve stayed in touch since.  She told us about you a while back – started planning this party. Although,” he amended, “We don’t know everything she’s got planned.”

I looked at Liss, “So… you obviously know everything you’ve got planned.  Jake and Mia know some but not all of it.  Your mom knows some but not all of it.  And I’m the one who has to find it all out the hard way?”  I was aware I sounded petulant and hated myself a little for it, but couldn’t quite stop.

Liss turned from Mia to consider me.  “Yeah? You’ve always seemed up for pretty much whatever. Once you’d agreed to the collar, I was pretty sure you’d be cool with everything else.”

I brushed my fingertips over the collar again, and sighed.  “Okay. Fine.  I trust you.”

“Thanks, Hickory.  You won’t regret it.”

From there the conversation diverged back to more normal topics – TV, music, computer games… all with a slightly awkward edge: I could never quite forget that I was naked with two furs I’d only just met, and everyone was dancing around the topic of what we’d be doing later.  

Pizza arrived, fairly fast – it was still early evening so we’d clearly beaten the rush.  I’d half-expected Liss to send me to answer the door, for the fun of watching me try to juggle cash for the tip and four boxes, all while not scandalising (or tantalising) the delivery driver, but in the event, Liss played hostess and went to bring in the food.  All conversation went on hold at that point as the four of us inhaled hot grease and carbs in a way that would have horrified my long-suffering etiquette tutor.  By some unspoken consensus though, we all stopped well before the pizza was finished – clearly no-one wanted to be too full for what came next – which was birthday cake, right? Totally the cake that we were thinking about.  

As I moved half-full pizza boxes from the table to the counter, Liss glanced around.  “I’ve forgotten something upstairs that we’ll need for the game.  Give me a moment.”  

As Liss stood, Mia also rose.  “I could do with visiting the bathroom while we’re taking a break.  Could you remind me where it is, Liss?”  Liss nodded and they both headed upstairs, leaving me with Jake.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.  “So.  Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m getting the idea that Liss wants you and me to fuck tonight.”

Jake nodded, “While she does Mia.  Yeah, it might go different, but I think that’s what she’s thinking.”

“You okay with that? Your first time being with someone you just met?”

“Oh, yeah!” His sudden enthusiasm warmed me.  “I’ve thought you were hot ever since Liss showed us a picture of you. And, like we said, for us – rabbits – it’s all a bit less serious.  Are you okay with it?”

“Yeah.  I mean – it might be different if you were also going to be my first, but you won’t be.  And you are pretty cute.”  I reached out and ran a finger up the soft velvet fur of his ears, feeling him shiver under the sudden sensation.

“I-! Uh… Okay then…”

“Okay…”  I smiled as I heard footsteps coming back down the stairs, and I slipped back into my seat.

Liss and Mia rejoined us at the table, and Lissy put a simple, battered deck of cards onto the table in front of her.  She glanced round the three of us, “Does everyone know how poker hands are ranked?”  I nodded and, after some hesitation, the two rabbits did too.

“Great. The game is a variant on Strip Poker.”  I raised a hand to interrupt Liss, and she rolled her eyes, “Yes, Hickory, I am aware you’re already stripped. It will make sense.”

I put my hand back down, grinning, and she carried on: “The rest of us have three pieces of clothing each as stake: shirt, shorts and underwear.  Fifty-four card deck, aces high, jokers wild.  Five card deal, then everyone has one chance to discard and redraw back to five.  Then we all reveal…” Mia giggled, and Lissy clarified: “Reveal our cards.  Person with the lowest hand takes off a piece of clothing.”

She glanced at me, “Special rules:  If the person with the highest hand is already naked, then the loser loses all their clothes.”   

I nodded to myself – my starting out naked made sense in that context – it would speed up everyone else getting stripped.  “But…?”

Lissy continued, “And if the loser is already naked? Then they have to pay a forfeit. Chosen by the winner.”  My heart thudded as I contemplated what that meant for me. 

“Final special rule – because it’s my birthday, and Hickory is wearing my collar, I reserve the right to make Hickory pay any of my forfeits.”

I sat bolt-upright, about to protest the unfairness of that – more forfeits of my own than anyone else was likely to get and Lissy’s on top of that?  Then the objection faltered and died on the tip of my tongue.  I’d turned up to the party knowing full well that Lissy would have designs on my body.  And then I’d accepted her collar.  And, thinking about it, I didn’t really have a problem with the idea of the three of them using me. In fact, certain parts of me liked it better the more I thought about it.  I realised I was rubbing my legs together, and made myself stop.

All three of them were watching me.  Lissy had a wicked smile on her muzzle.  “No objections, I see.  We’ll play until everyone’s paid at least one forfeit – and then see how we’re going.  Any questions?”  No-one spoke up.  “I’ll deal first hand then.”  

Lissy shuffled and cut the deck with practised ease, and dealt. Five cards hit the table in front of each of us.  She snatched hers up quickly.  I raised my cards and eyed them for potential.  Pair of eights… nothing else useful.  There was probably some proper strategy to maximise my odds, but I didn’t know it, so I just dropped the three non-eights, and re-drew.  Their replacements didn’t improve anything – I was stuck with a middling pair.  I grimaced slightly as everyone else made their decisions.   Then, starting with Lissy, we laid our hands on the table.  Three of us had pairs – Mia with fives and Lissy with queens.  Jake’s hand looked like he’d tried to draw to complete a four-card straight and gone broke – his high card was just a single eight.  Jake shrugged and pulled his T-shirt off, dropping it on the floor behind him.  Shirtless, he was revealed to have to have a gorgeous pale cream patch of fur running down his chest and belly into the waistband of his shorts. I guessed Mia probably had something similar and wondered idly how it would flow over her breasts.  Still, I was fairly sure I’d find out soon.

Second hand – and it was total garbage.  High card was a queen, and nothing else to work with.  I redrew four – and it barely improved.  I now had a single king.  Everyone else had re-drawn less than me, and the butterflies in my stomach were part dread, part anticipation.   Starting again at Lissy: pair king, pair ace, pair sevens.  I laid out my cards and smiled weakly at Mia.  “Looks like we have our first forfeit.  Your call, Mia.”

Mia tapped her paw against her chin thoughtfully.   “I think it’s time we got a better look at you, Hickory.  And you must be getting quite worked up with being naked all this time.  How about you hop up on the table and show us – show me – how you touch yourself.”  The kitchen table was built of thick slabs of pine and I had no doubt it could hold my weight.  Lissy and Jake whisked glasses and cards off the table to make room for me, as I climbed up onto my chair and then crawled from there onto the table.  I knelt in front of Mia, my hips level with her eyes, my tail draped out behind me across the table. 
I held Mia’s soft brown eyes with my blues.  Trailing one paw slowly down my chest, I whispered, “Is this what you want to see?  How I touch my tiny tits or,” suiting deeds to words, “How I pinch my...mmn… nipples?  Or…”  With one paw still playing with my nipples, I slid the other hand lower, tracing a line through my belly-fur, as I slid my knees apart a little, “Or would you rather see how I touch myself here?”  I moaned without meaning to as my fingers slid between the folds of my sex.  Mia’s eyes were fixed on my shameless display just a few inches in front of her nose, biting her lip as she watched me. I moaned again as I found my clit and started to gently circle it with my fingertips.  “Oh, oh gods, watch me, w-watch me…”  My breath was coming fast now, as my fingers speeded their work.

“Hickory, stop.”  Mia’s voice, soft but firm.  Hazed in pleasure, I didn’t immediately comprehend her words.  Lissy and Jake grabbed my paws and – gently – pulled them away from my body.

“What?”  I almost sobbed as my building orgasm ebbed away from me.

“Thank you, Hickory.  You were beautiful.” Mia reached out and stroked my flank.

“But. But, I. I didn’t…”

“Orgasms are for winners, Hickory.”  Lissy’s voice was firm but amused.  

I could have cried, but I choked it down.  Instead, I held out a paw to Mia, and she helped me down from the table before, with wobbly legs, I walked back to my seat, ready for the third round.

As I looked at the third hand I’d been dealt, I got a distinct sensation of deja vu.  The cards weren’t exactly the same as the last hand, but once again I had a single queen as high card and nothing else.  The faintly unreal sensation deepened as I redrew, and again ended up with just a king.  And again, everyone else had pairs.  One difference:  this time, Jake held the highest pair.  I waited for him to name my forfeit.

“Come over here.”  This time, I obeyed.  “Last forfeit, you touched yourself. Now, I’m going to touch you.” I didn’t speak, only nodded my consent.   

Contrary to my expectations, he didn’t go straight for my tits or cunt.   Instead, he rose from his chair, standing right before me, his bare chest so close to mine that I thought I could feel the warmth from him on my body, and he started to pet my head: running fingers through my hair, tracing the outsized rim of my ears, caressing my cheek fur.  He was gentle, and warm shivers ran through me at his touch, I leaned my head into his touch, pressing my cheek into his palm.

Lissy interrupted: “If you’re going to go lower, Hickory’s sides are ticklish.”  I couldn’t tell from her tone if she was warning Jake or provoking him.  But as his hands slid lower, he avoided my sides, instead massaging my chest and giving each nipple a little tweak, provoking faint squeaks from me, before proceeding further down.

Jake pulled me into an embrace, pressing my bare chest against his, as his hands kneaded my rump.  “Scratch the top of their tail – Hickory loves that,” Lissy again with the commentary.  This time he took her advice, one thumb seeking and finding the hollow at the base of my spine, turning my knees to jelly, as his other paw slid back round to my front and between my legs.  His fingers slipped between my nether lips, and quickly found my clit.  Even if Jake and Mia hadn’t fucked, she’d clearly gotten him trained in how to pleasure – or maybe I was just that needy – and it was barely any time at all before I was on the edge, one hand on the table to support myself as my legs started to buckle under the onslaught.
Rationally, I knew it was coming, but it didn’t make it any easier as – just before I could find release – Jake let me go, stepping back and taking his seat, the fur of one paw faintly glistening under the kitchen lights, with my wetness.  I took several gasping breaths as I tried to get my body back under control of my brain.

“Thank you, Hickory,” Jake said, “And sorry, but…”

I held up a paw to forestall him. “I remember:  ‘Orgasms are for winners.’  You’d all just better believe that someone’s going to pay when my luck turns.”  That little flare of defiance provoked mirth around the table as I tried to get back to my seat with as much dignity as I could muster.

They do say that naming what you want can bring it about.  The next hand may have been evidence of that as, after the redraw, I was holding a pair of sevens and both of the jokers.  Since jokers were wild that made four-of-a-kind – and based on the hands we’d all had so far, I would have been very surprised had I not come out on top.  And indeed, I did have the best hand and that meant someone – other than me –  was going to get naked.  

It was, in the event, Jake who had the low hand.  He rose from his chair again and we whooped and whistled as he stripped.  He turned away from us and bent to shake his rear at us – his fluffy tail like a pom-pom – as he slipped off his shorts and underwear together, before kicking them away and, straightening, turning to give us a view.    Given Liss and Mia’s histories with him, they had presumably seen it all before, but it was my first viewing of Jake in just the fur, and I had to admit, I liked what I saw.  The patch of cream fur on his chest went all the way down to his mid-thigh, providing a framing for the semi-erect pink penis that waved in front of him – stiffening slightly as we watched.  

I had not seen a rabbit penis before; quite different from the canine ones that were all I had personal experience with.  The curved shape was somewhat similar to diagrams of rat penises I had been shown in sex ed.  I realised that I was already imagining what it might feel like inside me, and also that I was licking my lips.  I stopped the latter, and tried to put the former out of mind – for the moment.

My luck held good into the next hand, as I was dealt a trio of twos.  The worst possible three-of-a-kind but still, it turned out, better than what anyone else had managed.  Jake’s luck also held constant from the last hand, with Lissy getting a pair, and Mia avoiding stripping by virtue of a singleton ace to Jake’s single king.

“Well,” I said, sitting back and stretching.  “I think someone said, ‘Orgasms are for winners?’  Guess that’s good news for me.” I glanced across the table at Mia,  “Is he any good with his tongue?”

Jake looked mildly offended that I’d asked his sister that, but she just laughed and gave me a thumbs up.  

“You’ve got a good review, Jake.  Get over here and prove it.”  I pushed my seat well back from the table to give him space, and to let Liss and Mia watch.  Hooking my arms over the chair-back, I scooted my rump forwards to the very edge of the seat and spread my legs wide.  Jake knelt before me and buried his face between my thighs.

In truth, after I’d been edged twice, even the clumsiest of oral novices could probably have gotten me off, but Jake swiftly proved that he deserved his sister’s good opinion.  He licked around my labia before using his fingers to spread me open to better reach the more sensitive parts inside. 
“Don’t… don’t tease, Jake. Please. Just make me cum…”

Jake willingly turned his full attention to my clit, working it with his tongue – circling, flicking, lapping – testing what speed, pressure and method seemed to get the best result from me.  I couldn’t even describe what he was doing when he pushed me over the brink.  My legs wrapped round his shoulders, pulling him into me, and he kept going, as my release washed over me like a wave.  I was vaguely aware that I was squeaking – beyond even words, reduced to animal vocalisations.  Eventually, Jake stopped, and I slowly returned to my senses – releasing him from the prison of my legs. 

“I… whew.  Okay.  Good review agreed.” I gave Jake the same thumbs-up sign that Mia had given me.  

“Thanks.”  His tone was droll, but he was smiling as he returned to his chair.

“You, uh… you might want a napkin.”  I made a vague gesture to my muzzle, to indicate the fact that his face-fur was markedly damp from being pressed into me.

He tilted his head, “I don’t mind having your scent on me.”

“Oh! I…Uh…”  I blushed, “Okay.”

I glanced around the table, “Could we have a quick break before the next hand? I need a drink.”  I reached out for my glass, realised my hand was shaking and picked it up in both hands, downing the contents.  

I made to stand, to get a refill, but Lissy pressed me back into my chair with a paw on my shoulder.  “Sit, Hickory.  Give me your glass, I’ll get it for you.”  I gratefully passed her the glass and leaned back, eyes half-closed, as my pulse and breathing gradually slowed back to normal.  Lissy put my drink back on the table in front of me and I quickly drank half of it right off, feeling the cool of the water spread through me.  

“Right.  Good to go.”  I sat up straight again, and pulled my chair back into the table.

Lissy dealt once more.  I don’t know if I made a stupid mistake on the discards while my brain was still fuzzed with pleasure or if fate is just a fickle mistress but, when it came to the reveal, Jake and Mia were both relieved to see that their poor hands were entirely surpassed in uselessness by mine. Which, of course, meant that it was Lissy’s turn to name a forfeit for her pet.  

Lissy gave me a considering look.  “For someone wearing a collar, I think the last two rounds made you far too cocky, Hickory.  Time to remind you of your place.  Bring me a spoon.”  I sighed as I stood up.  I really should have seen that coming.  Inga had never spanked Lissy (and it kind of showed) and on an earlier night together, Liss had been shocked – and intrigued – to find out that my parents and my school were not averse to corporal punishment.  She had asked me tentatively if she could try spanking me and, in consenting, I had discovered that in the right context it could be surprisingly fun.

Jake and Mia, not knowing the background, both looked worried at Lissy’s instruction.  But as I passed behind Lissy on my way to the kitchen counter, I gave them both a wink and a thumbs-up to let them know it was okay. Seeing that, they relaxed a little, albeit not entirely.  From the kitchen supplies, I selected a flat wooden stirrer, almost more of a spatula than a spoon proper.  It was light and from my limited experience, I thought a smack from it would sound impressive while not actually hurting. Much.

I offered the spoon to Lissy and she hefted it in one paw.  “Bend over the table and raise your tail.”  I complied, resting my torso on the table, rump out towards Lissy, lifting my tail to drape alongside me on the table.  I idly thought that it was quite unfair that everyone else in the room had neat, short little tails that didn’t get in the way, while I had this trailing appendage… a train of thought that was neatly cut off as Lissy’s first swing connected with my ass.  A sharp sound echoed through the kitchen as I jerked forwards, pain flared in my rear and I gasped – a gasp mirrored by Jake and Mia.   Liss was not holding back.

I managed to stay quiet at the second strike, but the third landed nearly exactly on the site of the first, making me whimper. I reached out to Jake and Mia, and they each grabbed one of my paws in both of their own.  I held them tight for comfort as Lissy laid another whack across my butt.  For someone who’d never been spanked, Lissy had an instinctive grasp of how to do it – leaving enough space to let the effect of each smack be properly felt then landing the next just as the pain of the last started to ebb.  The fifth smack brought tears to my eyes, and on the sixth, I cried out her name: “Lissy!”

Lissy stopped, immediately.  “Hickory?”  Her tone, concerned.    

I stayed where I was for a moment, sprawled across the table, my hands warm in Jake and Mia’s grasp.  I swallowed tears, breath hiccuping in my throat, before getting a hold of myself.  “I’m okay.”  I gave Jake and Mia’s paws one last squeeze before letting them go, and straightened up.  I wiped away the tears that were still beaded in the corners of my eyes.  The two rabbits looked more traumatised than I felt: eyes wide – white visible around the dark brown of their eyes, whiskers trembling, ears twitchy.  “I’m okay, really,” I repeated, for their benefit, although I slightly ruined the effect by sniffling.  I circled round to stand next to Lissy and wrapped my arms round her neck. “Thank you, Liss.”

She put an arm around my waist and pulled me against her, “Should be me thanking you, silly rat.”  Her tone was gruff but her one-armed hug was warm.

Jake and Mia were still staring at us.  Mia broke their silence, “Are you really all right?”  I nodded.  They looked at each other, before speaking almost in tandem,  

Jake: “That was… something.”

Mia: “I… don’t think we’re into that.”

Lissy looked abashed, “I’m sorry, guys.  It’s a thing Hickory and I do, but I should’ve remembered that it’s not everyone’s thing, and checked…”

Mia caught Jake’s eye before answering, some silent communication of twins passing between them, and they both relaxed: “It’s fine.  Guess the only way we can find out its not for us is to see it… But, no more of that tonight?”

I nodded, and trying to remember my responsibilities as the nominal babysitter, checked in: “Are you okay to carry on with the game, just – you know – for doing other stuff together?”

Jake leaned forwards ebulliently, “Heck yeah!  We haven’t even got any clothes off Liss and Mia yet!  C’mon, Hickory – you and me, let’s strip em bare!”

I gingerly retook my seat, and play resumed.  The next hand did not get us very far towards Jake’s stated goal:  Lissy lost but Mia had the high hand, so all it cost Lissy was her shirt.  She shrugged it off to flaunt her boobs at us.  She was very proud of the fact that she had them to flaunt – developing early for a twelve-year old cub and clearly taking after her voluptuous mother, Lissy’s tits were probably more than mine and Mia’s added together.  I did know from experience that they were very nice to snuggle against, but that was a thought for later – and, based on my expectations, probably Mia’s treat tonight.

Jake won the next hand though and Mia lost – which took her from fully dressed to bare naked in one swift pass.  Mia stepped away from the table to give us a better view as she stripped, teasing us with a little dance as we clapped along to encourage her.  First the shirt, initially just raising the hem to show us her sleek belly, revealing that she did share the patch of cream fur down her front that I so liked on Jake, before whipping the shirt over her head and away.  Like Lissy, she had not bothered with a bra tonight – although unlike me, I guessed she could probably fill out at least a training bra – and the cream patch did curve out to frame the swell of her small breasts, firm enough that they hardly wobbled as she shimmied through her dance.  Mia’s paws found the button of her shorts and first they, then the pink panties underneath, joined her shirt on the floor.  Mia struck a finishing pose for us to admire her body.  In most respects, she and Jake were identical: ears, eyes, their fur patterns a perfect match.  Small differences: his body was a little sleeker, her curves a little softer.  One notable difference: he had something she did not.  Something I had missed in the last few months, and I was entirely fine with the fact that Liss looked at Mia with an intensity that had not quite been there for Jake.

Mia sat and we carried on.  Jake’s luck held good in the next round, while mine once more let me down.  I tossed my hand onto the discard pile.  “Well, Jake, you picked my first forfeit this game, and looks like you’re also the first to pick a second from me.”

He slid his chair back from the table.  “You gave my oral skills a good review.  Guess I’ll find out how good your mouth is, Hickory.”  His cock was still semi-hard.  Given the game, I doubt his erection had fully subsided at any point since we started.  I supposed he was due some relief.  

I went over, and knelt at the side of his chair rather than in front of him.   He gave me a quizzical look and I pointed to my muzzle and front teeth.  “I think this angle will work better?  I’ve not actually tried this on someone sitting up.”

“Oh! Right. I… guess.  Do you want me to lie on the table instead?”

I shook my head.  “Let’s see how we go…”  I lowered my head towards his cock, rubbing my muzzle against it, inhaling his scent – clean, faint male musk, hint of soap. Then, I started to gently stroke his balls with my fingers as I stuck out my tongue and licked down, round, and back up the curve of his shaft.   

Jake moaned as I probed his tip with my tongue, savouring the salty hint of the pre-cum gathered there.  “Please, Hickory… like you said, don’t tease. I need this.”

“Thorreh.”  I tried to answer without taking him out of my mouth.  I gave his cock one last swirl of my tongue, then brought my head down on him as far as I could in one move, ending with my nose buried between his thigh and scrotum, nearly touching the cushion of the seat, and the last inch or two of Jake’s cock in my throat.  

“Did Hickory… Did they just deep-throat him? Just like that?”  Mia sounded disbelieving.   “How?”

“Rats don’t have a gag reflex,” explained Liss.  “They mentioned it to me once when talking about blowjobs.”

I gave Liss and Mia a thumbs up with my free hand, before devoting my full attention to Jake.  I tried making a swallowing motion, and felt his cock twitch inside my throat as my muscles flexed around him.  That seemed to work, so I started to bob up and down a little on him, sliding his tip in and out of the snug passage of my throat, stealing little breaths in between, massaging his balls in my hand.

“Oh, gods.  So… warm, so… tight…”  Jake’s hissed words, combined with the way his balls were tightening suggested that he was about to cum, so I took him deep one more time and made another swallowing motion.  I felt his cock twitch inside me, and then spurts of hot liquid flowing down my throat to my tummy.  I kept him deep until he’d finished, before sliding my head off him, giving his cock one last lick as I went, to get the lingering flavour of his cum.  

Standing up, I enquired: “How was that?”

Jake’s cock was deflating, a faint trail of cum hanging from the end. The pale fur around it and on his sack was damp-darkened by my spit.  He looked boneless with post-orgasmic relaxation, but managed to give me a thumbs-up.  “Nice.”

“Cool. Thanks.”  I returned to my seat, but stayed standing, taking another long drink of my water.  I looked across the table at Mia, “He going to be okay for more games in a bit?”

“Oh, yeah. Give him five minutes, he’ll be raring to go.”

“All right.  Anyone else want a drinks refill while I’m up?”  It turned out everyone did, so I collected glasses and poured drinks while Jake pulled himself back together and cleaned up a little with the aid of a paper napkin.  I also snagged a remaining slice of Lissy’s pizza – the salty toppings complementing the lingering flavour of Jake’s semen on my tongue.

We reconvened for the tenth hand of Lissy’s game.  At the reveal, we all had quite good hands, but Mia blew us out the water with a king-high straight and, of the other three, Lissy’s paired tens proved to be the weakest.  Where I’d started out naked and the two rabbits had made a show of their stripping, Lissy was all business.  She stood, shucked her shorts and underwear in one motion, and gave us just the briefest moment to appreciate her particular combination of muscle under chubbiness, before she was sat back down and shuffling for the next deal.  I knew it wasn’t embarrassment – Lissy had absolutely no shame of her naked body.  It was the fact that we were in endgame now: everyone naked, potentially only two more forfeits before we might finish.

Next round, Lissy revealed paired kings and Mia paired nines.  Jake looked smug as he laid out three sixes.  It was probably bad of me, but I put down two tens and watched his grin widen.  Then, before he could say anything, I dropped a joker next to the tens and his shoulders sagged in defeat.

Mia leaned flirtatiously across the table towards me.  “Well, Hickory, looks like you get to name my first forfeit.”

I eyed her consideringly, running through options in my head.  Getting her to do something solo seemed a bit tame after Jake and I had escalated the game to oral.  At the same time, I didn’t want to turn up the heat too much more quite yet – we weren’t at the end of the game.  As I mulled it over, Mia waiting on tenterhooks, I noticed in the corner of my eye that Lissy looked a little pouty – and I paused.  It wasn’t all that hard to work out why – while Lissy hadn’t lost a lot of hands this game, she had also only won one – and that was a forfeit from me.  She hadn’t had a forfeit with Jake or Mia from either direction.  And I knew she wanted Mia.

“Mia – I want you to…,” dramatic pause, “Do whatever Lissy wants.”

Jake and Lissy both made small noises of surprise.  Mia just tilted her ears a bit, and asked: “Are you sure?”  

“Yeah.  It’s not that I don’t want to play with you, believe me.  But Jake’s already taken the edge off for me – and I doubt I’m done for the evening.  And it’s Lissy’s birthday. So… yeah.”  I glanced at Lissy, “Happy birthday.  Don’t say I never do anything for you.”

“Thanks, Hickory.”  Her voice was very quiet, but sincere.  She looked at Mia, “You okay with this?”

“If it’s what Hickory wants, sure! What am I doing?”  Mia was almost bouncing in her seat – I’d kept her waiting while I thought about it and now she had to wait on Lissy to make up her mind.

Lissy made an indecisive noise, before answering: “Come over and sit on my lap – facing me.”  Mia bounded out of her seat almost before Lissy finished speaking, and crossed the distance between them in a quick stride.  She straddled Lissy and sat, wrapping her hind paws behind the chair, and throwing her arms over Lissy’s shoulders for balance.  

“Well, this is nice, but I hope it’s not all you’re after,” Mia said pertly, resting on Lissy’s thighs.

“Nope.”  Lissy put her arms round Mia’s back.  “I’ll hold onto you – you use your hands to play with my boobs.”  Mia obeyed, sliding her paws down from Lissy’s shoulders onto her chest and began to rhythmically knead those soft mounds.  Lissy sighed with contentment, then gasped a little.  Leaning to one side to peek between them, I saw that Mia had trapped Lissy’s nipples between thumb and finger and was gently tweaking them as she massaged her tits.  

Lissy gradually pulled Mia to a more vertical position, pressing their bodies together, trapping Mia’s paws – still smooshing her boobs – between them.  Tilting her head to one side, Lissy tentatively moved her muzzle in towards Mia’s mouth, giving her the chance to pull away.  On the contrary though, Mia eagerly moved in for the kiss, pressing her mouth against Lissy’s.  Lissy’s eyes closed, and after a moment, I heard the wet sounds of two tongues twining together.  

I sat back and glanced at Jake.  He caught my look and simultaneously we rolled our eyes at the romantic shenanigans.  I didn’t want to interrupt them, so to pass the time, I stroked one hind-paw up and down the soft fur of Jake’s nearer leg – first just his calf, then along his thigh. I could feel him tremble under my touch, stoking the warm glow in me at the thought that I would likely soon be feeling all of him much more closely.

After several minutes, it was starting to seem that Liss and Mia had forgotten us entirely, and were set to spend the rest of the evening locking lips.  I coughed a few times, first quietly, then a bit louder, until they finally broke apart.

“What, Hickory?!”  Lissy near growled.  

“Sorry to interrupt, but we haven’t actually finished the game.  If you want to call it there and get back to what you were just doing, that’s cool: it’s your party; but could you let us know, and if so, I’ll take Jake and the leftover pizza and go watch TV.  Otherwise, can we deal the next hand?”

“...Fine.”  Lissy reluctantly let go of Mia, who sat back down.  They both looked a little tousled from the close encounter, and started patting down their fur.  While they did, I surveyed the state of drinks and snacks. 

“We’re probably near the end of the game – anyone want a drinks top-up before we deal again?”  No-one did – all of us anxious to reach the climax of the evening.  

Lissy dealt the cards one more time – we all considered our hands and then redrew as needed.  I had paired kings.  Mia managed a pair of jacks.  Lissy could only muster a single ace, and Jake put down a pair of eights before – aping me – he dropped a joker next to them.

Jake looked Lissy in the eye.  “I want to fuck Hickory.”

Mia interjected, before Lissy could answer him:  “Hang on – can he ask that for your forfeit?”

Jake replied, again before Lissy could get a word out: “I don’t see why not?  Hickory’s Lissy’s pet. They’ll do it if Lissy asks them to.  And if I said ‘I want to fuck Liss’ as the forfeit, I’m pretty sure Liss would invoke the rule that says she can make Hickory pay her forfeit anyway.”   He looked back at Lissy, “I mean, tell me if I’m wrong, because I have always been up for sleeping with you.”

Lissy did not contradict his reasoning.  She did have the grace to send a quick questioning glance my way.  I nodded, amused.  “Okay,” she said, putting her paws on the table in preparation to stand, “Shall we go into the lounge?  Carpet’s comfier…”

“Wait!”  Mia bounded to her feet.  We all stopped and looked at her.  She turned to Lissy.  “Are you going to count this as your forfeit for ‘we all have to do at least one before the game ends’, and stop after this?”

Liss’s brow furrowed in puzzlement, “...Probably?”

“Then… then, I think you should do a forfeit Hickory chooses first!”

“Huh?”  The noises of incomprehension came from every other person at the table.  

Mia tried to explain herself:  “You said we all had to do a forfeit, but you’re getting Hickory to do yours, and they gave you the forfeit they won from me, even though you spanked them!  So, I think to be fair, you should let Hickory choose a forfeit for you, first.”

Lissy looked at me “Hickory?”

I shrugged.  “It’s your party and your game, Liss.  If you want me to choose a forfeit for you, because you think it’s fairer that way, I’m very happy to.  But I’m not going to feel hard done by if you don’t.”

Liss glanced back at Mia, who was nearly vibrating with righteous determination to see fair play, and back at me.  She sounded resigned.  “All right.  You’re right.  I should do at least one forfeit, and it does seem fair to let Hickory pick it.  Go on. What am I doing?”

Possibilities whirled through my mind, but a lot of them were things I’d done with Lissy in the past. I could have gone for something simple, but three factors – the lingering ache in my rear, Lissy forcing me and Jake to sit through multiple minutes of her making out with her girlfriend, and the fact that Mia’s crusade for fairness was delaying me getting Jake’s cock inside me - made me want to get good value out of this.  My eyes narrowed as an idea blossomed.  It was something I’d’ve rejected out-of-hand had it not been for the earlier conversation with the rabbits about their kith’s culture.  It was probably a bad idea, but…  I took the chance.

“Liss – I want to watch you get off from a toy…”

“Okay?”

“...But not one of your toys.”  After our first night together, where she’d ‘borrowed’ one of her mother’s sex toys to use on me, Inga had bought Lissy a few simple basics.  But the toy wasn’t really the point here.

“Huh?”  

“I want you to go upstairs and ask your mother if you can borrow one of hers.”

Lissy’s eyes widened and her ears flattened a little, but she quickly rallied.  “Is that all? Yeah, no worries.”

“I’m not done.  And if she says ‘yes’ to that, then you have to ask her if she’ll come down and use it on you.”

There were two sharp intakes of breath from the rabbits at that, and Lissy froze, still as an ice-sculpture.  Silence filled the space between us. The only thing I could hear was the beating of my heart in my torso, thudding with sudden anxiety – had I gone too far?  My mouth went dry, my tail-tip was twitching.  

I breathed in, fighting against the sudden tightness in my chest, about to speak: to take it back, to say I was just kidding. But Lissy beat me to it:  “I… Fine!”  She whirled and strode out of the kitchen, headed for the stairs.  The door swung closed behind her.  

Her departure broke the spell over the remaining three of us.  Jake and Mia sank back into their seats.  Jake was the first to speak: “Starry gods above, Hickory.  You… you don’t mess around, do you?”

I reclaimed my own seat and sank my head into my hands, “I really hope I haven’t just totally fucked up.”

Mia, tremulously, “Do Lissy and her mom play together like that?”

“I don’t think so?  But, Lissy talks in her sleep sometimes.  And I think… I hope,” I emphasised that last word, “That some part of her, at least, wants to.”  I sighed, “And I don’t know what Inga will say, but I don’t think she’ll get mad just for Lissy asking.  I’m guessing she’s got a decent idea what we’re doing down here.”

Distantly, we heard the creak of the stairs, and we all fell silent again, to listen to what was coming.  A lighter tread on the steps:  Lissy was coming back down.  Then, a louder creak, a second – much heavier – person, following her down.  Inga was coming down with her.  I swallowed, then took a quick drink of water.  “Okay. If I get thrown out of here in a moment for going way too far, well, it was lovely to meet you both.  Jake: I’m sorry we didn’t get to screw.”

Any further conversation was cut off by the sound of footsteps at the kitchen door and silence fell over us again.  Lissy pushed the door open, and stepped back into the room, taking a few paces towards the table.  Her arms were folded under her chest, hugging herself.  She was looking at the floor rather than us, and as she stopped walking, I could just see a faint tremble in her legs.  I bit my knuckle in nervous anticipation.  Inga’s motherly bulk loomed at the door and she stepped in to join us all.  She was, as she usually was at home, naked – just like us – but she was holding something: long and black, with a rounded bulbous head.  I realised what it was and almost fainted with relief.

Inga surveyed the three of us: two rabbits and a rat, sat around her kitchen table.  “I understand that someone would like to see me use this,” she hefted the wand, “on Lissy.”  Her voice was matter of fact.  She looked at her daughter, and her tone became more serious, “Alicia? Is this what you want?”  I had very rarely heard her use Lissy’s proper name.

Lissy didn’t answer for a moment, and when she did it was very quiet, but simple:  “Yes.  Please, Momma.”

Inga paused briefly, and when she continued, her voice was soft.  “It’s a long time since you last called me ‘Momma’, baby girl.  All right – I will give you what you want.”  She looked back at the three of us, switching back to businesslike, “How have you been doing this?”

Mia indicated the space between us, “We’ve been using the table.”

Inga raised an eyebrow,  “The kitchen table? We eat off that…,” then sighed, “Kids.” She shook her head and looked at me, “Hickory.  At the end of the evening,  could you make sure someone wipes the table down properly, please?”  I nodded mutely, and she looked back to her daughter:  “Okay, baby girl, up you get.”  She didn’t wait for Lissy to climb onto the table but simply, in one smooth motion, scooped her up and then laid her supine in the middle of the table.

“Spread your legs,” Inga instructed.  Lissy slid her ankles away from each other, sliding over the smooth surface, parting her thighs.  “More, Liss.”   Lissy let out a little noise that might have been a sigh but obeyed: bending her legs, rolling her hips back and grabbing her knees to pull them as far back by her sides as she could; opening her up completely to her mother’s gaze.  Other than Inga, I probably had the best view and I could clearly see the swollen black lips of Lissy’s pussy, stark against the white fur surrounding them, beaded with her moisture, glistening under the bright kitchen lights.  Her labia were slightly parted and I could even see the tip of her clit silently begging for attention.  The only sound in the room was breathing: three prey-descended kith as quiet as possible so as not to distract the predators, Lissy’s quick little breaths as she waited, and Inga’s deep, controlled exhalations.  As I inhaled, the scent of horny female bear – a scent I was intimately familiar with – started to dominate the pervasive smell of oversexed (near-)teens that had filled the kitchen over the course of the game.

Inga ran her thumb over the switch on the wand and, as it rumbled into life, pressed its head firmly against Lissy’s cunny.  Liss reacted immediately, throwing her head back and gasping: “Oh! Gods!” Inga ran the wand up and down the length of Lissy’s slit but always returned to give extra time to her most sensitive spot at the top.  It did not take long for the wand to coax out Lissy’s orgasm.  I could see the tension build in her muscles and the arch to her back, as she moaned out: “Momma, please, yes!”  Then a moment of relaxation as the peak passed.

Inga did not stop.  She just flicked the control with her thumb and turned the wand up a notch, never relenting in her stimulation of her daughter’s pussy.   The rumble of the vibrator acquired a liquid harmonic as Lissy’s orgasm drenched her cunt.  Lissy held on to her knees for dear life as her body trembled under the pleasurable assault, and it was not long before her moaning calls announced her second orgasm.

Inga did not stop.  She kept going as orgasm after orgasm wracked her daughter’s body, kept turning up the wand each time until it was surely at its highest setting, its roar something you would expect of a power tool rather than a pleasure tool.   Kept going until Lissy lost her grip on her knees, letting her thighs fall wide on the table.  Kept going until Lissy lost her grip on her words, until she could no longer call on the gods to witness her pleasure, until she could no longer babble ‘Please’ and ‘Mama’, until she was reduced to wordless gasps and whimpers of ecstasy.  Until a small puddle of Lissy’s juices had pooled beneath her thighs on the table, and until one final orgasm reduced Lissy to just a twitching bear-shaped puddle of sensory overload.  Finally, finally, Inga withdrew the wand and turned it off, the sudden silence of the motor leaving a void to be filled only by Lissy’s trailing sounds of delight.

Inga surveyed her clinically.  “I hope I didn’t overdo it.”  She looked at Jake and Mia, “I’m guessing this was the idea of one of you two?”

In silent union they shook their heads, ears flopping, and then pointed at me.  Inga turned to look down at me and I quailed slightly under her gaze, but all she said was:  “Hm. Unexpected.”  She did then reach out with her free hand and gently ruffle my hair.  

On the table, Lissy’s breathing was slowing back to something resembling normality, although she did still twitch occasionally as an orgasmic aftershock rippled through her.   She blinked a few times and seemed to be working her mouth as if to test the idea of words.  Inga leaned over her, “I trust that was what you wanted, Lissy?”

“I- hngh, I-”  Lissy seemed to be having some trouble making her tongue obey her, but swallowed and started again, more successfully:  “Yes. Thank you, mama.”

“Happy birthday, baby.”  Inga caressed her daughter’s cheek, then rose back to her full height.  Reaching out, she snagged a towel from the counter, and tossed it to land across Lissy’s tummy.  “You’re going to want that.  And now, I think I’ll head back upstairs.” She glanced my way again: “Please remember what I said about wiping the table down when you’re all done. It is, I think, even more needed now.”  Another glance around all of us, “Condoms are in the left-most drawer. Use them.”

Turning, Inga strode out of the kitchen, the two rabbits and I staring after her dumbfounded.  As the door swung closed behind her, we shared a glance between us before turning our attention to Lissy, still sprawled across the table.  

Mia spoke first, “Oh my gosh, Lissy – are you okay?”

Jake, on the other hand, glanced my way, “That was so freaking hot.”  

I acknowledged Jake with a nod but didn’t speak, I just offered Lissy my hand, to help her sit up.  She answered Mia before she took it, “I’m fine – really.”  Then she slipped her paw into mine, and I braced myself to pull her up to sitting.   She looked down at herself and the pool of girlcum that she was sitting in, “Gods below, I made a mess.”  

“Let me help.”  I took the towel that was now draped across her lap, and carefully dabbed at the wetness between her legs.  She let me tend to her although she did flinch when I inadvertently brushed against the lips of her quim.  “Sorry!”  

“S’okay… just a little much.”

Once I’d cleaned up most of her mess, I tossed the towel in the direction of the utility room, to go in the wash later, then offered Lissy my hand again to help her down from the table.  She took it and slid herself forwards, off the edge of the table, only to stagger as her feet hit the floor and her knees buckled.  I moved forwards to catch her, which ended with us in an embrace, her leaning against me.  I took a deep breath and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Liss.  I went way too far.”

She chuckled, a rumble in her chest that I felt as a vibration against mine as much as I heard it.  “Yeah, you did.  I don’t know if I’ve ever been frightened as I was standing outside her door.  But… totally worth it.  Thanks, Hickory.”  She regained her footing and straightened up, but didn’t let me go.  Instead, she pulled me tighter against her, hugging me close.  I rested my head on her shoulder and she gave me another little squeeze.

“Awww,”  Jake and Mia sighed in saccharine harmony.  I made a rude gesture at them behind Lissy’s back to which they just giggled.

Liss pulled back from me a little, moving her hands to my shoulders, “Well, you had your little bit of fun, Hickory, picking my forfeit.  And, I admit, so did I.  But now, my pet, you are so fucked.  Or, should I say: you’re about to be.”

I gazed heavenwards in mock despair,  “Oh, no, whatever shall I do, my mistress is offering my virtue to a rapacious… rabbit…” I couldn’t finish the sentence before we both broke down into laughter. 

Jake crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, one ear bent.  “Rapacious? Really?”

As I disentangled myself from Lissy, she answered Jake, “About as rapacious as Hickory is virtuous, I’m guessing.”

I might have protested had it not been entirely fair. Instead, I eyed him up and down.  “I’m sure Jake is going to be a perfect gentleman as he, you know, fucks me on your living room floor.”  My eyes narrowed, “Although, on that note – about the whole ‘orgasms are for winners’ thing?  I’d like to point out that while I didn’t win the last hand, I also didn’t lose.  So – if you don’t make me cum, well, it’s your first time, don’t stress about it.  But if you deliberately ruin my orgasm?  I’m going to bite you.  Just a warning.”

“I will do my very best to make sure we both get where we’re going.”  He held up a hand, “Scout’s honour.”

“He’s not a Scout,” Mia volunteered.

“Yeah, but I’m told they’re very honourable.”

I groaned.  “Okay, okay.  Let’s call a close to comedy hour and get on with serious business, specifically Jake getting that lovely cock in me.”  I glanced round the kitchen, “Although, speaking of which – which drawer did Inga say?”

Lissy raised an eyebrow, “Drawer? What – oh! Condoms?  Left drawer.”

Jake: “Do we have to? It’s not like I can knock you up, Hickory.”

“Yes!”  Lissy and I answered together.  I continued:  “I promised Inga I’d use condoms with any new boys.”  Lissy took over, “And I promised when I was getting permission for the party.  I did warn you.  I mean, if you want, you can go upstairs and ask her if you can leave it off, but I’m not going to.”

Jake did glance upwards briefly but only for a moment, “No. No, that’s fine.  Condoms are great. Yay, condoms!”

I slid the drawer open and gazed down at its contents.  I blinked a couple of times.  The drawer was full of boxes of condoms, some still in plastic wrapping, others opened.  They were for a wide variety of penis-shapes, all clearly labelled as to which kiths they were appropriate for, and then sorted in the drawer into alphabetical order by kith.  “Wow. Okay, someone’s prepared for every eventuality.”

Liss came and looked over my shoulder,  “Huh, you know, I’ve never actually looked in here before?  I knew what was in there, just never felt the need to check it out until now.”

I ran a finger over the neat rows, until I reached ‘R’.  I plucked out a blue box, “‘Suitable for rabbits, also most rodents.’” I read out loud.  “Bingo. Let’s go.”  Grabbing the box in one hand, I took Jake’s hand with the other, and led him towards the living room. Lissy and Mia followed behind. Stepping in, my hind-paws sank into the thick carpet, a warm relief after the cool tile of the kitchen.   Immediately, I saw that the coffee table that normally sat between the sofa and the TV had been moved up against one wall.  In its place had been laid overlapping towels and, at their end, cushions to mark out an ersatz bed on which, to pick a random example, a rat might be fucked by a rabbit without risking too much mess on the carpet.  I smiled as I realised just how much planning Lissy had put into tonight.

I led Jake onto the towels, as Lissy and Mia jumped onto the sofa to watch.  I looked into Jake’s warm brown eyes, he glancing up briefly from my tits. I held up the box of condoms, “Sure about this?”

“The condoms? You seemed pretty certain… Oh! You mean, like the whole thing.  Yes.  Really, yes. I want to fuck you, Hickory.”  Sudden uncertainty, “I mean, if you want to.”

“I do.”  I ripped open the box, tearing through the cellophane wrapper.  I pulled out one of the foil squares inside, tossing the rest of the box to one side.  “Let’s get this on you.”

“Wait!”  I paused as Jake piped up.   “I- I know it wasn’t part of the forfeit, but… could I kiss you first?”

I really wanted to get his dick inside me without any further delay, but I couldn’t help smiling at how adorable a cub he was.   I answered simply by leaning in to press my mouth against his.  His eyes closed as our lips met.  After a moment of a simple kiss, I put my arms around his shoulders, drawing him tight against me.  Our mouths opened, and our tongues touched as our breath mingled.  He wrapped his arms around my waist and began, once more, to massage the base of my back.

We might have stood there longer but from the peanut gallery came a call: “Get on with it!”  Lissy, of course.
Jake and I broke apart.  “Guess we’d better get on with the fucking,” I observed, “The audience are getting restless.”  And so was I.  He nodded.  I carefully tore open the foil surrounding the contraceptive, and knelt in front of Jake.  His erection was not quite at full mast but that was quickly remedied by a few gentle strokes from my paw.  I unrolled the condom over the length of his shaft, being careful as I’d never had occasion to do this on anything other than a banana in sex ed.  The latex clung weirdly to the curve of his cock, giving it a strange alien look, but it did not diminish my eagerness to have it inside me.  

From my kneeling position, I looked up at Jake, one finger still idly tracing up and down his shaft.  “How do you want me?”

“Huh?”

“Like – on my back, on my hands and knees… me on top?”

“Oh, um, on your back?”

“You’re the boss.”  I rolled backwards, letting my head hit the cushions, and flung my legs wide.

“Aww,” grumbled Lissy from the sofa.  “Should’a gone with ‘on hands and knees’, Jake.”

“How come?” he asked.

“Because she’d get a better view,” I answered from the floor.  “Ignore her.”

Looking up from my spot on the towels, I could see that Lissy was sat in the middle of the sofa. Mia lying across her lap, head on a cushion, tits and pussy both handily positioned for Lissy’s paws.  But they were both currently watching me and Jake.

I waved my legs in the air briefly to get Jake’s attention back.  “C’mon, Jake.  Don’t keep me waiting.”

Jake dropped to his knees within the arc of my legs, cock still standing proud.  “I… uh, should I just put it in?”

I silently beseeched the gods for patience.  “You’d normally want some foreplay first but, well, the whole last hour or so has pretty much covered that, so: yes. Put it in me.”

I pulled my knees back, just as Lissy had done on the kitchen table only a shirt while ago, in order to give Jake the best possible access.  Jake leaned forward, putting one paw by my side and resting his weight on it, as he held the base of his cock in the other hand to line up the tip between my slit.  His first attempt to penetrate still went slightly awry, sending his cock sliding along the length of my vulva, bumping my clit and sending a shock of sensation through me.  Then he readjusted his aim and on his second thrust slid neatly inside me.  

“Oh-!” Jake made a little sound of surprise as, for the first time, his cock found itself in its intended environment: a warm, wet, willing cunt.

“Is he in?”  The query came from the sofa.

“Mm-hmm,” I hummed in contented affirmation.  His cock was not as girthy as the canine boys I’d played with before, and I slightly missed the feeling of a knot bumping up against my lower lips,  but his natural curve seemed to fill me in a way I’d not experienced before and found very much to my satisfaction.

“Woot!”  “Go, Jake!”  “Give ‘em one!”  Lissy and Mia both doing their part to make this as awkward as possible.

I rolled my eyes.  I let go of my knees and wrapped my legs around Jake, crossing my ankles behind his back.  This freed up a hand to stroke his soft cheek.  “Ignore them. Carry on.”

He was now resting his weight on both forepaws, one to each side of me, our tummies touching, his face hovering above mine.  “Should I start moving?”

I flexed my legs a little, subtly reminding him that he was effectively my prisoner for the moment.  “I’m not letting you go until at least one of us finishes.  Preferably both… so yeah, start moving.”

He started slow, pulling out a little way before thrusting back in.  A very pleasurable shiver went through me as he bottomed out, his weight bumping against my clit, and I let out a little gasp.  He paused, “You OK?”

“Yes. Keep going!”

He kept going.  He had as much technique as you would expect of a twelve-year-old virgin: none whatsoever.   But he knew how to move his hips, and as he started to build up speed and force, I started to realise why so many sex toys were named after rabbits and, possibly, why his kith had a reputation of being sex-mad.  

I wrapped my arms around Jake’s shoulders and held on with all four limbs as he pounded himself in and out of my receptive quim.  The initial shiver of pleasure chained into a cascade of delight.  My first gasp became me desperately trying to snatch a breath between moans of ecstasy.  

All too soon, above me, Jake screwed his eyes shut.   I could see the tension building in his chest.  “I’m close…” he grunted.

“’m nearly there!” I managed to reply and his next thrust, harder than those before, pushed me over the edge.  The muscles of my cunt clenched around him as fireworks went off inside my mind.  My legs pulled him deep into me, refusing to let him out.  At the periphery of my consciousness, I could feel his cock twitching inside me, as the sudden tightness of my grip took him to his own conclusion, spilling his seed into its latex prison.

It was probably only moments but it felt longer as we rode out our mutual orgasms. Me, twitching slightly as the waves rippled through me.  He, fruitlessly trying to thrust deeper into me, eking out the last of his ejaculation.  At last it passed.  Jake went mostly limp on top of me, his weight now falling on my chest.  I took a long, shuddery breath.  

“That was so cool.  Better than watching it on TV.”  Mia sounded awed.  Lissy made a little sound of agreement.  I did my best to ignore them both for a little longer.

I released Jake from the encirclement of my limbs, and then caressed his cheek again.  “Thank you, Jake.”  I raised my head up a little and kissed his nose.

He nuzzled into my neck tiredly, but managed to reply: “Thank you, Hickory.”  Such a sweet boy.

Lissy – the voice of practicality – cut into our little reverie.  “You guys need to uncouple before Jake, uh, deflates enough that the condom falls off.”

I made a little grumbling noise, but she was right.  I poked Jake until he got the hint and withdrew from me before rolling over to lie by my side.  The air of the living room was very cool on my wet pussy and I shivered a little.  I stared up at the ceiling for a moment before an idea crossed my mind which I couldn’t help but voice:  “That’s it, man. Game over, man. Game over!”   And even the pair of cushions that winged from the sofa at my head couldn’t stop my giggles.

It wasn’t the end of the evening, not by a long shot.  There was birthday cake to be had yet.  Mia and Lissy’s proper first time together was also to come.  But the former was mostly of interest to those who got to eat it, and the latter would be another story.