A curious teen approaches.

You don't notice the newcomer until she's standing in front of you. She's maybe fifteen or sixteen, with a punk aesthetic somewhat undermined by her round babyface.

"Hey mister, are these your pets?" she asks boldly. "My girlfriend wants to be a bunny like her, and I have some questions for her if that's cool."

You nudge Ashley and she stops tuning out the world. "Huh? Oh. I don't think I'd be much help, sorry. I've been a bunny for less than half an hour."

"Half an hour? But aren't you like, an adult?"

"I am, why?" Ashley asks, confused.

"Because everyone knows it happens when you're a teen. How can you only have been a bunny for half an hour?"

"That's when I bought this stuff," Ashley shrugs, not feeling like she owes this kid an explanation.

"That's when you... are you even a real pet, or just some freak dressed like one?"

"Hey screw you! I don't have to listen to this!" Ashley jumps up and starts stomping away, leaving you and Tibby to run after her.

You spend most of the drive trying to calm Ashley down, but you're not even sure why the punk's accusation affected her this much. As a result, she's still agitated when you unlock the door to your apartment to let her in.

"That little snot thinks I can't be a pet just because I'm getting a late start? What does she know? I'm gonna be a great goddamn pet!"

She catches her breath and realizes that despite everything she knows about pets, she's not sure how to do that. In a calmer tone, she addresses Tibby. "You'll help me do that, right?"

Tibby claps her hands together. "Of course! The first thing you need to know is that our owner likes to be called master-"

"I never said that!"

"-and that he's a big old pervert, but you already knew that one."

You throw your hands up in exasperation, which makes Ashley giggle.

"So would master like it if his little bunny showed off her body for him?" she asks, pulling at her shirt collar to expose her cleavage and shaking her tail at Tibby. "Or let his other pet play with her ass?"

"He's not the only one who'd like that." Tibby pounces before Ashley can reconsider, knocking her onto the couch.

Ashley shrieks as she tries to fight off the more muscular girl. Since she can't beat her in brawn she fights dirty and turns the gropefest into a tickle fight, the end of which sees her lying on top of Tibby, both panting.

"God you look hot together," you exclaim, reminding them that they have an audience.

"Ooh, I think we made master hard," Tibby coos. "You know what that means?"

For a moment Ashley is unsure of herself again, but then her eyes lock onto yours. Apparently liking what she sees in them, she gets off Tibby and the couch. "Yeah, it means those pants need to go!"

Dropping to her knees in front of you, Ashley starts tugging at the waistband of your jeans. After you help her with the button she drags them down your legs, taking your boxers with them and releasing your erection, which she promptly wraps her hand around. "Damn, have you been hiding this from me all these years?"

"Yeah. I guess that makes me a bad friend. How can I make it up to you?"

Ashley winks up at you. "You can start by being a good master and letting your bunny enjoy her carrot."

When you nod she dives in without another word, eagerly running her tongue up and down every side of your shaft. When it's completely coated in her spit, she leans down to give your balls the same treatment, sucking them into her mouth one at a time to give them a tongue bath. Steadying herself against your thigh with one hand, the other alternates between jerking you off and slapping your cock against her face.

"She's really going at it," Tibby marvels from the couch. Sitting back, she pulls her dress up so she can slide a hand into her panties.

Your attention is drawn to the voyeristic kitty, but Ashley quickly recaptures it. Satisfied that her tongue has reached every inch of your crotch, she leans back to take a breath before wrapping her lips around you. She blows you slowly, taking it one inch at a time and listening to the sounds you make when she stimulates different sections of your shaft.

She tenses briefly when your hands land on her head, but when she notices you're not putting any pressure on her she closes her eyes and starts humming as she gets back to work.

You have to fight with yourself to avoid thrusting into her throat, which turns out to be a very rewarding decision. Moving at her own speed allows Ashley to relax her jaw and swallow your rod without gagging. She stops with her lips an inch from your base, pulsing her throat muscles and tilting her head left and right to stimulate every part of your cock at once. When she can't keep up the pulsing any longer, she goes back to humming and starts bobbing back and forth, never pulling far enough back to let you out of her throat. When you're about to cum she pushes all the way forward, tickling your stomach with her long white ears while her own is filled with your seed.

She pulls back, gasping, when you're done. "I can't believe I took it all without **** a single time. Thanks for being so gentle with me. Are you good for another round?"

"He rarely isn't," Tibby preempts your response. "Let's continue this in the bedroom." Getting off the couch, she helps Ashley up and pulls her away.

You step out of your pants and follow them into the bedroom, arriving just in time to see Tibby pulling Ashley's shirt over her head from behind. Her ears go with it, but Ashley is too busy undoing her belt to care. Shucking her pants off, she kicks them and the attached tail into a corner and pushes Tibby onto the bed playfully. Crawling up beside her, she looks over her shoulder and invites you to join them.

You don't have to be asked twice, quickly stepping behind her and placing a hand on her lower back. But without her ears or tail the horny bunny is transformed back into the sweet, shy girl you grew up with, and you find yourself worrying that she might be rushing into things. "Are you sure, Ash?"

"Yes! Grab my hips and fuck me, master!"

Well that settles it. Time to give her what she wants. Holding her steady with one hand, you line yourself up and initiate docking procedures.

You start by rubbing your slick head up and down her slit, pushing forward only enough to test that she's ready for you.

"Give it to me," Ashley urges you on, her hands on Tibby's legs. Using her hips as handles, you pull yourself into her. As you start thrusting, her hands move up and down Tibby's thighs in the same rhythm, and they don't stop at the hem of her dress either. Tibby looks down in surprise, then lights up when Ashley pulls on her legs to reposition her.

"I haven't been with a girl in too long. Are you really...?" She trails off when Ashley applies enough pressure to spread her legs and plants a kiss on her inner thigh.

You pause your motions to watch as Ashley lowers herself onto her elbows and sticks her head under Tibby's dress. You can't see what she's doing under there, but Tibby can certainly feel it. She moans gratefully, and only gets louder when you start moving again, forcing Ashley's head forward with every thrust. Grabbing handfuls of her hair, Tibby pulls Ashley even deeper between her legs.

Ashley doesn't seem to mind the rougher treatment at the hands of your pet, at least not until you announce that you're going to cum soon. Slapping at Tibby's hands urgently, she lifts her head up so she can talk. "Not inside me! Let me know when you're about to, please."

You promise to do so, and Tibby guides her head back into position. Gentleman that you are, you stave off your orgasm long enough that Ashley can bring her to a screaming climax. Relieved, you tap Ashley's hip, and she hurries to lie on her back next to Tibby. "Cover me in your cum, master!"

"I want some too," Tibby shouts, pulling her dress up to her neck and shifting to reduce the gap between their bodies.

Kneeling on the bed, you grab your dick and ejaculate, sending ropes of cum over both girls' tummies and tits. They squeal and start rubbing it into their skin as you stretch out next to them.

At some point you remember that you haven't eaten a real meal since breakfast and drag yourselves out of bed.

Ashley steals an oversized shirt from your dresser while Tibby simply pulls her dress down. You stop in the living room to retrieve your jeans, not bothering to cover your chest at all before joining the girls in the kitchen for some sandwiches.

Tibby is the first to speak. "Wow, that was something. I didn't expect you to go all-in like that, Ash."

"Yeah," you chime in. "I'm definitely not complaining, but what came over you?"

"You did," Ashley answers enthusiastically. "And I'm all sticky under this shirt because of it. But if you mean why did I do that, it's easy. When I saw the love in your eyes, for me and her, I knew what I wanted."

"You sure that wasn't lust?" Tibby asks.

"It can be both!" you defend yourself, and the girls laugh knowingly. "So that's it? You've decided that you want to be a pet?"

"That I want to be with you," she corrects. "Look, I have one month before college starts. I know I want to spend that month with you. But I don't have to make a final decision until then, do I?" She gives you a questioning look.

"Take all the time you need," you agree. "If you decide being a pet isn't for you after all, I'll just ask you out and make you my girlfriend instead."

"Make her, huh?" Tibby asks through a full mouth. "Gotta love that confidence."

"It's not misplaced," Ashley smiles. "I want to be yours, John. Whether as a pet or a girlfriend, I belong with you."