Into the birdcage.

Since you fucked Ashley's amazing ass, you and Tibby have been trying out some buttplay as well. You already knew she's comfortable wearing her plug tail, and she says she enjoys a finger or two back there as well, but she's sqeamish about anything bigger than that. After a few days Ashley brings up the topic of a strapon again, and you decide to actually get one.

But you don't want there to be any pressure to use it right away, so you plan something else for the day as well. When you call them Frank and Isabel are happy to hear from you again and invite you over. So right after you emerge from the local sex shop, giggling like children as you hold several discretely wrapped boxes in your hands (you can't buy just one thing in a shop full of sexy toys!), you pile into the car and drive to their home.

It's a two-story building in a nice neighborhood. Not quite the rich people district, but a lot more expensive than your apartment. Frank offers everyone a drink before you're even inside. Still feeling giddy from your purchases, you accept in the hope that it will help you chill. Once everyone has a bottle of a low-percent beer with fruit flavor in their hands, the couple starts showing you around.

There's an unmistakeable feminine touch to the interior design, with lots of tasteful decorations and places a pair of lovers could snuggle each other. Of course there's a room or two dedicated to manlier pursuits, such as the one filled with gym equipment that looks like it's rarely used. There's also a room containing several tables littered with electronic scrap Frank brought home from work along with a soldering iron and screwdriver set, a room padded with noise-damping foam so Isabel can have a silent area for her vocal exercises, and a room that is being used as a walk-in closet for all her costumes. Every rack is occupied, as Isi isn't in costume today. She's just wearing some jeans and a shirt, although the shirt's pattern does resemble feathers. By contrast, your pets are both decked out with all their accessories. Ashley has a light grey pair of booty shorts with her tail attached to the back, a fuzzy t-shirt that looks almost like fur (not angora), her white collar, and the pair of ears with the kink she likes to wear when she's feeling playful. Tibby is in a summer dress again, her light brown tail hanging out the back. She's wearing her studded collar, and she's used eyeliner to give herself whiskers.

But the most interesting setup is in the bedroom. In leu of a regular bed, the room is dominated by what appears to be a large, shallow wicker basket. Stuffed with pillows and blankets, one of which is draped over a lowered section of the side so you can get in without scratching yourself on the wicker, it resembles nothing more than a bird's nest big enough for two humans to sleep in. Tibby wants to jump right in and try it out, but you remind her that's their bed and not a place to hang out in. At least not without taking your shoes off. Isabel, having overheard your remark, laughs and says she usually takes off more than that. You pretend you didn't notice her suggestive wink.

After you've seen everything in the house you head out to the back yard, the day is too nice to spend indoors.

The yard is thick with wild flowers and bushes, but there's a neat stone path that leads through them to a cage-like gazebo. It's a six-sided structure made of wrought iron. Four of its corners are tangled with delicate rose plants that are just starting to reach the iron bars of its roof, while the remaining two are cut out to form entrances - one facing the house, the other the back of the yard. There's a white metal table in the center of the gazebo, surrounded by five chairs. Waiting on the table in front of each chair is a martini glass, but when you sit down you can tell they're just filled with juice. Mango, you realize when you take a sip.

The chirping and peeping of sparrows and other city birds, attracted by the bright red berries growing in the bushes and by whatever insects might be crawling between them, fills the air as you relax.

"I am just going to be blunt with you," Isabel says after listening to them for a while. "Are you at all attracted to me?"

You look to Tibby and Ashley, but they're content to let you field this one. Sighing, you place your glass on the table. "Isabel, you're a very pretty pet. We're just not interested in adding anyone to the mix right now, three people is enough for us."

"That's totally fine," Frank says. "But I'm sure I picked up on some sexual energy when you got here."

"Well we did just buy a couple of sex toys that are in the car right now. I think Ashley is looking forward to using her new strapon when we go home later."

"Don't tell them that, John!" Ashley shouts, mortified.

Tibby leans forward, elbows on the table, to whisper impishly. "She's gonna use it on my butt!"

"Tibby!" Ashley hides her face behind her hands.

"You are teasing the poor bunny," Isabel exclaims. "And turning me on. You are a naughty kitty!"

Tibby sticks her tongue out, having achieved the desired results. "Master likes me that way."

"As long as you don't take it too far," you remind her while petting her head to show she hasn't crossed that line yet. "Let's talk about something other than sex. When's your next performance?"

Isabel looks like she wants to dig into that master, but gives in to your request. "I'm not sure. Frank?"

"Next week, tuesday. But won't you be in college then, John?"

"Actually, we both will be," Ashley says. Frank and Isabel look at her in surprise.

"You're going to college? To do what?"

"To study!" Ashley says energetically. "And it's actually thanks to you, Isi."

Isabel is confused. "What do you mean, study? And what do I have to do with this?"

With help from you and Tibby, Ashley explains how she had felt about having to choose between the life she had started planning for herself as a kid and the life of a pet.

Isabel is stoked to hear her success inspired Ashley, even though you can tell she still doesn't fully comprehend why Ashley wants what she wants. You continue talking about it for a while, and about your own plans for the future. After a while Frank thanks you for stopping by but says that he and Isabel have plans for the evening. That suits you just fine, because you have some plans as well.