I can't hold myself back! (Pink Trigger's Power >299)

Obviously, I didn't waste the chance. Why hesitate and spin a long, complicated story about how I earn their trust, die multiple times, and eventually end up back at this point with their asses presented to me? Fortune favors the bold!

To preserve this scene as long as possible, I would use my magic power. There... with the Pink Trigger, I've locked their ankles together with pink handcuffs. They wouldn't be running anywhere.

Now, I'm not waiting any longer! As though I wanted to see what was going on too, I peered my head out over Chiester 410's. I pressed my hips against that bouncing bunny booty, unsheathed my shaft, and went to town grinding.

"Nyeeeh! Hostile, nyeh, 45, hostile!!" the captive bunny wailed.

"H-hostile?! Hang on 410, I'll request permission to- hiiii!" the red-trimmed bunny next to her began, before I cut her off with a smart smack of the bottom. With my right arm, I began groping her as I liked, sliding my hand beneath her leotard to feel her panties. I saw the two had linked hands, and even in this position they were apparently finding a way to draw a bow behind the hedges. Time to see how fast I could work.

"Forget the permission nyeh! We're firing nyeh! Calculating gyaaah!" 410 cried, as I'd moved on from a buttjob to trying to **** myself in. Ah, it was too early! She wasn't ready quite yet! I'll give the weapon a couple more slaps on the butt to loosen it up! We'll be firing on all cylinders any moment.

"Assessing target parameters hiiiii uwoawoawoah!! 410 you have to load the aahaaa!" 45 wailed. I may have picked the wrong one to mount: 45 was already getting nice and wet just from the fingering.

"Accuracy at ninety fihihinyeeeeh! F-f-firing nyeh!".

I was about to release...!

Well. I'd learned just how proficient those girls were as weapons. Now, in all fairness, even without seeing me, it probably wasn't a difficult shot to make. I wasn't going anywhere. Still, it was hard to swallow that I'd lost a quickdraw contest like that. With a slight headache, I collapsed on top of 410. I have no idea if I released or not.

Forgive me, my beloved 410. I'll play fair next time.