John's bed room

"She’s *vibrating*," Jane whispered, thumb brushing John’s knuckle where it tangled in Emily’s silver-streaked fur. Their eyes met—then darted away, cheeks warm.

Emily, oblivious, rolled onto her back, presenting the downy softness of her belly. "Scratch *here*," she demanded, tail flicking against Jane’s thigh. Jane obliged, her nails dragging lightly—then *freezing* when Emily’s breath hitched, her hips canting up.

"Oh," Emily breathed, pupils wide.

Emily’s claws pricked John’s leg as she squirmed. "*Don’t stop*," she whined, the words slurred around lengthening fangs.

John’s throat went dry. His fingers resumed their path—lower this time, skirting the edge of Emily’s skirt where it had ridden up. Jane’s breath hitched, her own fingers twitching against his.

Then she leaned in, her lips brushing John’s earlobe. "*Your turn*," she murmured, nipping the shell of his ear. His gasp mirrored Emily’s as Jane’s hand slid over his, guiding his touch *under* fabric, where Emily’s skin burned. Emily *mewled*, back bowing off the bed.

Jane’s mouth found John’s—cherry gloss and clumsy teeth—just as Emily’s claws raked his thigh.

"*Mine*," Emily growled, surging up to lick a stripe up John’s neck.

Jane broke the kiss, panting. "Okay, *definitely* keeping the ears."

John groaned as Emily’s tongue found his pulse point again. "Still mundane?"

Jane’s grin was wicked. "*Mostly*." Her fingers twisted in his shirt, pulling him back down.

Somewhere between Emily’s purrs and Jane’s bitten-off giggles, John decided reality could stay bent.

Emily arched into his touch when his fingers skimmed the delicate fur of her belly, her tail flicking wildly as Jane traced the curve of John’s ear with her tongue. "You’re like—*oh*—a weird hybrid of a cat toy and a vibrator," Jane gasped when Emily’s claws snagged her sweater, pulling her closer.

John huffed a laugh against Jane’s collarbone. "You *wanted* this." He punctuated it by sliding his palm up Emily’s thigh—higher, higher—until the feline girl *shrieked*, her entire body going rigid. Her claws flexed, pricking his skin, and Jane *dissolved* into laughter.

"Did you just—" Jane wheezed, pointing at Emily’s twitching tail-tip. "—*orgasm* from *belly rubs*?"

Emily’s cheeks flamed beneath her fur. "Shut *up*," she whined, but her hips rocked shamelessly into John’s touch, seeking more. Jane, ever the chaos gremlin, took advantage—pinching John’s nipple through his shirt while simultaneously blowing a raspberry into Emily’s exposed stomach.

John yelped; Emily *screeched*.

Somehow, they ended up in a tangled heap, limbs and laughter intertwined, Emily’s tail coiled possessively around Jane’s wrist as John bit a mark into the junction of her neck. Jane gasped, her hips bucking against his thigh—only to freeze when Emily *licked* the shell of her ear.

"*Ew*," Jane groaned, but her fingers tightened in Emily’s hair anyway. "Why is it *wet*—"

John grinned against her pulse. "You made her a cat."

"I *regret*."

Emily, ever-helpful, demonstrated her upgraded tongue’s *range* by dragging it up Jane’s jawline—slow, deliberate, *damp*. Jane shuddered, her breath catching.

John took note.

He flipped them, pressing Jane into the mattress, Emily wriggling between them with a pleased hum.

Emily’s purr crescendo. "*Finally*."

Then the *bed* vanished.

They tumbled onto a pile of cushions in what looked like a neon-lit pillow fort, Emily’s tail puffed to twice its size. Jane blinked at the sudden disco lights. "*Oops*?"

John groaned. "*Mostly* mundane, my ass."

Jane grinned, unrepentant, and kissed him anyway.