The last week of school was torture in so many ways.  Beyond the normal yearning for it just to be over and difficulty paying attention to the teachers, there were the special added challenges.  Each of the three of them had their own difficulties.  Blake was approaching the time for his one week annual service to the family, as he was constantly being reminded.  It didn’t help that his father proudly reminded him that he was now old enough to be used for actual breeding services.  Both of his parents were so proud of that, but Blake just wanted to crawl in a hole anytime he thought of fucking anyone but the twins he so loved.

Candy wanted to masturbate or fuck or both at the same time and was getting tired of feeling like she needed to poop all day even when there was nothing but the toy up there.  She wished Blake hadn’t spent so much money on her chastity shield because she knew that meant she was going to have to wear it a lot more than she would find playful.  At least she had control of her drainage shield and didn’t have to worry about wetting herself with her own lust.

Chrissie had a different problem.  She had forgotten to reattach her chastity cone’s drain hole back to her buttplug.  She wet her pants on the first day, and it wasn’t pee that soaked them.  Even with the vibrations off, which would have been heard in a quiet classroom and gotten her expelled, Chrissie was enjoying being plugged so much that she was constantly leaking precum.  In desperation, she ended up finding some used gum to plug the hole with, hoping that she would be able to pee it out later.  At home she had Candy help her clean it out and verify she could still pee.  

From that day on she remembered the one-way tube to her buttplug as Blake had intended.  It was more than just obeying her master.  Chrissie enjoyed not having to use the school bathrooms at all.  She could just quietly pee and it would go into her bowels and mostly be reabsorbed by her colon, making her pee more a little later.  She thought it was sorta fun and so naughty.

Finally, the day of graduation came.  Due to a problem with the flights, the twins’ parents hadn’t made it home yet.  They finally got in the air at 4 am and hoped they could get landed and to the school before the twins were called up.  Happily, they did that and more, making it just in time to meet the twins and Blake talking before going to their seats.

Mr. Goldwater patted Blake on the back.  “You did good, son.  I hear you’ve already got a good job with your old man.  Now all you have to do is find yourself a hot little bunny to settle down with.”

“DAD!” Candy screamed, mortified.  She quickly covered her mouth and looked around to see who was paying any attention to them.

The rabbit laughed.  “How do you know I was talking about you?  Chris here has been hanging around Blake for a lot longer than you have.  You know how modern jocks are?  Acting all macho and manly until you get them on their knees and…”

“DAD!” Chris screamed.

Mrs. Goldwater thunked her husband on the back of the head with her pocketbook.  “Stop embarrassing the kids.  And look at poor Blake there, all looking like he got his hoof caught in the cookie jar.”

Blake looked up and grinned.  “Why don’t I take them both?”

Mr. Goldwater looked stunned then burst out laughing.  “Oh, that was a good one, boy!  You’re learning to think on your feet.  That’ll serve you well in life, trust you me.”

A bell ringing indicated that it was time for everyone to take their seats.  Mrs. Goldwater said, “Oh, Blake, we’re all going to Frosted Pines after graduation.  You’ve been so much a part of our lives, we’d really like you to join us if you don’t have other plans with your family.”

Blake started to say that he would love to, but then became sullen.  “I am so sorry, but I cannot.  Thank you ever so much for the offer.  I would have loved more than anything to join you if I could.”

The twins looked at each other confused but didn’t say anything.  They would ask Blake when they were alone.

“Well, get to your seats and we’ll get up into the stands.  Congrats again to all of you,” Mr. Godlwater said, waving and heading to the bleachers with his wife.

Candy gently grabbed Blake’s wrist.  “You have to tell me what’s wrong,”she said.

“I’m not… well, my whole family is not allowed in there,” he practically whispered.

“Why not?”

“The stud farm.  Upper class places like that wont even let any Fartrotters through the front door.  We’re soiled, according to polite society.  Karen was proud to be a comfort girl because she had gotten used to being treated with the same disrespect they got.  Now she can at least earn money for being what people had already labeled her.”

“These things just aren’t right,”Candy said.
The three of them made their way towards the makeshift stage that had been erected on the football field.  They found seats together 3 rows from the front.  The first half hour of the ceremony was frustratingly boring for most of the kids and parents assembled as they had to sit though this person and that person gave talks and speeches and words of encouragement and congratulations.  

The three lovers were so caught up in ignoring all of it that a student had to elbow Chris in the side.  “They just called you up there, dude.” Chris nearly knocked his seat over getting up and scampering to the stage.

The principal held an award plaque in one hand and grasped Chris’ other hand.  “Hold the plaque too, boy,” he whispered.  Chris, of course complied, not even able to see the plaque.

“As I was saying, our first special award goes to Christopher A. Goldwater.  Chris has been a fine, upstanding member of the school body.  Not once has he sullied the school name.  Not once has he even been caught in an inappropriate display of public affection.”

One of the students yelled, “That’s because he’s a virgin with a tiny wiener!  No one wants him.” Laughter broke out among the students.

The principal turned scarlet as he scanned the students.  “Enough!” he shouted, then back in control of his tone he smiled and added, “Or I’ll start feeding diplomas to the fire.”

Chris was bright red, both because it was true and it wasn’t true.  None of the people there had any clue that he belonged to one of the biggest jocks on campus and that he was going to be riding that stallion’s cock later that same night.  None of them knew in a few months he would be Chrissie forever.  A wry smile played across his face.

The principal resumed, “For such character, I hereby present to you the ‘Morally Upstanding Citizen’ award.  Congratulations, Chris.”

Photos were snapped then the principal released Chris’ hand and told him to go back to his seat.

Once again with Candy and Blake Chris whispered, “I’m so glad you make me wear the tube.  I peed myself for real up there.”

Blake chuckled.  “I told ya I’d take care of you.”

The next 20 minutes were more special awards.  Blake, due to all of his success on the school team, received several awards and was called up multiple times.  Despite all the praise, he felt like the day was just dragging on.  He just wanted it to be over so that he could have the night with his bunnies.  After that it would only be a week away before he could come back to them.

Awards were finished being given and finally names were being called in alphabetical order.  Blake was called up and given his diploma.  The principal stepped away from the microphone and quietly said, “Watch out for some of your relatives, especially your grandmother.  I hope you never become like her.  Now, congratulations and may you have great success in life.”

Blake thanked him and walked off the stage with his diploma.  At the edge of the field, Blake was met by his parents and siblings.  Even Karen was there.  This was shocking to Blake because after all of her problems in school that were caused by teachers retaliating against her because of their grandmother’s actions.  When Karen graduated she had swore she would never set foot at the school again.  What Blake never knew was that she had watched all of his games through binoculars from the hill behind the stadium.

After hugs and congratulations, Blake’s father said, “I need you to come with me, son.”

“What’s wrong, Dad?”

“Just come with me.”

Outside of the school grounds was an imposing woman a full foot taller than Blake was.  She was dressed in a gray business suit and skirt.  She took hold of Blake’s arm and in an annoyed voice she barked, “There is a family business emergency.  You are coming with me right now.  We are starting your week a day early.  You will be adequately compensated.”

“Not tonight.  I’ve got…”

“I do not care what you have.  Your plans mean nothing to me.  You have an obligation to the family and you will fulfill it.”

Blake remembered the uproar the last time his grandmother had set foot on school grounds.  She had offered a $650 million grant, in exchange for the school adopting a sex-positive curriculum and having a sexually active campus.  The school board went ballistic.  They said it was all a proxy to recruit and train comfort workers.  

Isabella left, but Karen, and to a lesser extent Blake, paid the price with things stacked unfairly against them.  This was due to the teachers and staff who had been there at the time the offer had been made and who were still present.  Karen’s public displays of affection and a different boyfriend seemingly every week made it even worse for her.  Blake was a couple years behind her and his skill in sports and his lack of getting in trouble helped him make it through.  In time his ties to the incident were overlooked by most teachers.

Despite his awards, Blake felt defeated with his Grandmother there.  He was desperately looking forward to the one last night with his beloved bunnies before he had to fly halfway across the country.  He kept trying to figure some way out of it.

“Walk faster, we have a plane to catch.”

Back on the field, Candy was called and came onto the stage.  The principal frowned at her.  He held her hand and her diploma tightly.  “You have such potential, Candice.  I sincerely hope you will end up more like your brother.  Please take some good advice and dump the horse.  He can’t ever give you children.  Find a nice rabbit to settle down with and raise a family.”

Candy shrugged and leaned in to whisper to the principal, “If I stop dating Blake, my brother would just start dating him in my place.” She then turned and walked off the stage with her diploma, waiting for Chris to get his and follow.

When Chris stood in front of the principal the man looked at him funny for a moment then shook his head and smiled.  “Congratulations, young man.  I hope to see you become a great success and continue being a model citizen.”

Chris thought to himself, “If you only knew,” but just smiled and said, “Thank you, Sir.”

The twins hurried to the bleachers where their parents were waiting for them on the field at almost the same spot Blake’s family had met him.  Mrs. Goldwater congratulated both of them.  Mr. Goldwater frowned.  “There is something going on with Blake isn’t there?”

Candy looked worriedly in the direction Blake’s family had gone.  “I’m not sure, Dad.  I’ll ask him when he comes over tonight after dinner.”

Mrs. Goldwater asked, “What is the real reason he didn’t accept our offer to join us going out for dinner, Dear?”

Candy was on the verge of tears herself, halfway between rage and sadness.  She took a deep breath and answered, “Because people in this town can be real prudes.  His dad is a bit of an outcast in the Fartrotter family.  That is why he has a construction company instead of doing what the rest of the family does.  But people still know the Fartrotter reputation.  Blake and his family are not welcomed in places like Frosted Pines.  It’s stupid.”

“What is this family business?” Mr. Goldwater asked.

Mrs. Goldwater whispered into his ear.  He looked at her in shock then looked back at the twins.  “And they wont let him in because of that?”

“Dear, a lot of people see the Fartrotters as corrupting the morals of society,” Mrs. Goldwater explained.

“Well, Blake is a good guy and I like his dad.  Don’t know the rest so I wont judge.”

Candy hugged her father.  “If only more people were like you, Dad.”

“Corrupting the morals of society, huh?  We’ve already got politicians to do that for us.  I don’t think they need the competition.  Bah!  It is just stupid.  Come on, let's get out of here and get changed for dinner.  How about the buffet at Grazers instead of Frosty Pines?  I know they’ll let Blake in there.  One of you, give him a text and let him know.  Now I want the boy with us even more than before.”

Ten minutes passed before Candy got an answer back from Blake.  “Grandmother Isabella showed up.  I’ll be on a plane for the ‘farm’ in 10 minutes.  I’m sorry Candy, but this time I think they’re gonna make me do it.  You and Chrissie are the only ones I want.  I don’t want to be used like this.  I’m sorry.  I have to go for now.”

“Oh my goddess,” Candy said aloud.  Everyone looked at her.  “Um, it’s complicated.  His grandmother showed up and he says he’ll be on a plane in 10 minutes.  He’s really upset.”

“Dear me,” Mrs. Goldwater said.

“Poor boy.  I hope it works out for him,” Mr. Goldwater added.

Candy forwarded the text to Chris.  His eyes went wide and he started to shake.  It was all he could do not to start bawling in front of everyone.  He kept telling himself that in the end everything was going to be okay.  They could make Blake breed 100 women and he and Candy would still love and accept him and want to be his forever.  They just had to get through one more week, and then they would have their special trip to the woods.

Each of the twins ended up texting Blake that they loved him no matter what and would be waiting for his return in a week.  Candy, of course, wrote more, telling how her dad was all upset about Frosted Pines and now they were going to eat somewhere else all because of how they treated Blake and his family.
In the rented limo, Blake read the texts and it lifted his heart even if just a little.  One more week and he’d be back with his bunnies.  He locked his phone and put it away so that no one would spy on his messages.