I'll stay with the guys

"Yay", the guys shout with glee as you decide to spend the, probably very busy, night in their tent. Grinning like maniacs they jump up and, before you can even comprehend what’s is happening, are already caring you off. Their cheerful and eager but very caveman-like behavior is making you grin against your will. They are just too goofy to worry.

Well, the worry comes when they let you down right in the center of the way too crowded tent and corner you from all sides. The situation and the danger of getting knocked up by one of them and being trapped in the weak but beautiful body are making your stomach do backflips. You need some condoms. Like right now. Frantically your eyes scan the surroundings, and your heart is beating heavy in your chest. From the panic of a potential pregnancy obviously; not form the pulsing need between your thighs.

Seeing your frantic search for protection, Noah grin and reaches over into his duffle bag, producing a big box of condoms. 'Party Package: 100 pcs' is printed on the side. "Okay, Lola, you are probably a bit frightened to fall pregnant after tonight, right?" Noah looks thoughtfully when he sees you nodding your head. "So eager to turn back into a guy. The boys and I, we like girl-you way better, you see? But forcing you seems wrong, so I thought about a little game."

You breathe a sigh of relief. They are giving you a chance.

Noah continues: "This is a brand-new box of condoms and we promise to never fuck you without one." Isaac and Caleb raise their hands and make a cross over their hearts, confirming the promise. "So right now, you are safe, and you can stay safe. Now here’s the catch: For every time you orgasm, we will take three condoms out of the box and prick a tiny hole in them before putting them back and mixing them with the rest. You said that you don't like to be a girl, so not cumming should be easy, right?"

Wide eyed you scan the faces of your friends, internally debating your chances. How hard can it be not to cum? A grin rises as you count yourself the winner of this challenge already. "Deal!", you blurt out theatrically spreading your legs to mock them with the invite. "I won't cum from your needle pricks anyway!"