You think you've been blessed, but I know you

Tension hung in the air between Dawn and Mary. Both women looked at each other with heat in their eyes as Holly’s voice echoed in their ears. Then they both turned to look at Nick.

It was Dawn who jumped in first.

“I’ll go for the next ride,” she said, already moving to shove her ass against his cock. Mary’s eyes widened in surprise at this.

“You will?” She blinked, trying to see if Dawn was serious or not. A crooked smile crawled up her lips. “Well, that’s good I suppose.”

Dawn nodded. “I’m supposed to be competing with Holly, remember?” She pointed out, letting out a tiny moan as the heat of Nick’s shaft wedged up against her hips. She felt her lower lips throb pleasantly and she giggled. “Oooh… yeah, that’s where it is.” She shimmied her hips about excitedly and her eyes glazed over. “…Sorry, what were we talking about?”

Dawn may not have been intoxicated by ****, but she was definitely drunk on the pheromones flooding the room right now. The scent of Nick and Holly’s steamy interaction hung in the air like a dense fog, and it made her feel all warm and moist between her legs. A deep, moaning purr rose from her throat and she arched her back, squirming in delight.

Mary couldn’t help but smile. She wasn’t that interested in the competition to begin with- this was a lot better.

“Well, if that’s what you’re after… I suppose I could oblige,” she agreed. She reached down and untied her shirt, letting the flannel garment drop to the floor as she displayed her freckled tits in all their majestic glory.

Holly moaned and licked her lips, legs shaking slightly as she curled up on the floor, too tired to join in directly but still having plenty of energy to touch herself to the smoking hot scene in front of her.

Dawn found herself licking her lips as well. She didn’t even like girls, and still the sight of Mary’s nipples flecked with drops of milk was getting her heated up. …And not because she was a cat, either! Contrary to popular depictions in cartoons and media, cats lacked the enzyme to properly digest lactose, meaning you shouldn’t feed them milk. At least, not cow’s milk, anyway.

Thankfully that aspect of feline biology hadn’t been transferred to Dawn by her transformation.

Dawn felt the hairs on her tail stand on end as Mary crawled up onto the bed beside Nick, her fingers rubbing against his sweat-covered chest. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, which resulted in Nick’s cock bucking against Dawn’s ass.

“You realize, Dawn… that if you want to compete with Holly… you’re going to have to do even better than she did, right?” Mary pointed out, glancing down at Dawn’s modest ass rubbing up and down Nick’s oozing cock. “And with all that dirty talk…”

“Hahn!” Holly’s eyes glazed over and she fought back a moan as memories of just a few minutes prior flooded her mind. She remembered all the wild and crazy things that left her lips as she and Mary argued over a spasming Holly, and realized she would have to compete against a formidable foe indeed.

Holly was supposed to be the easy one! And yet, because of Dawn’s big mouth, she ended up becoming one of her most formidable adversaries.

Not a great plan.

But still, Dawn wasn’t about to surrender. She raised her trembling hips and crashed back down again, nearly slamming her rear end into Nick’s lap. Which made her whole body shake even more. Each time she dropped down, she could feel the head of his cock rub up right at the base of her tail, which sent a surge of pleasure through her body that made her shake like a virgin on her wedding night. It was hard to stay standing with how numb her leg were getting, let alone keep up the pace of her twerking movements for his pleasure.

“Yes, fuck… almost there… this… this is amazing!” Holly moaned, even though she knew that no, she was nowhere close to “there” and probably wouldn’t tonight. But her hoarse voice made Dawn’s ears twitch, and the cat girl remembered what she was aiming to do in the first place.

…What, was she going to give up and let Holly win? Holly, who the closest thing to exercise she ever got was competitive endurance masturbation? While Dawn was no Dani, she still had pride in her athletic accomplishments, and her competitiveness refused to let her back down against someone in a match of physical endurance.

So she redoubled her efforts, letting the flames of competition spur her second wind, picking up the pace as she flexed her ass muscles to give Nick the squeezing feeling he remembered from their torrid dance in the sauna.

But in the back of her mind, she knew that wouldn’t be enough. He was hard, and she could feel through his turgid throbs just how much he appreciated this, but she couldn’t help but recognize how much more intense he’d been with Holly.

Mary was right- she’d shot herself in the foot with all that dirty talk, and if she wanted a prayer of walking away with any VP tonight, then she needed to up her game.

That would be the best thing for the both of them, she figured. Since Nick would be enjoying himself as well.

“You’re so hot right now,” she rasped, surprised at how hoarse her voice sounded to her ears. Was she really that worked-up? “I can feel it… how much you want me. Is it what I said before? About how it’s not… completely safe, to just follow your desires and fire off inside me like you did this afternoon?

Her sensitive ear picked up the hitch in his breath, and she smiled knowingly, flexing her ass again.

“It’s not, you know,” she continued the charade, rubbing against him even harder. “There isn’t much risk, no- but the chance isn’t zero.”

“Fuck, Dawn, then… then why-?!” She let out a little yelp as she felt his hands around her waist. He was getting active now, using her for his pleasure just like he had with Holly. And her Poser transformation was A-OK with that. With a giggle that sounded just a little bit more brainless than she meant it to, she craned up on her tiptoes to give him a better angle, and put her trust in him that she wouldn’t fall over.

It was a risk, but a damn sexy one, and she couldn’t deny how hot it felt to put herself into his hands.

“I wanted you… I wanted you to do it,” she groaned, biting her lip and fighting off a small orgasm of her own. “You wanted it so badly… I could see it in your eyes… and I just couldn’t… I couldn’t say no to you, so…”

“So you lied to him about it being your safe time of the month?” Mary asked, whispering just softly enough that the three of them could barely hear.

Dawn’s eyes snapped open and she felt Nick freeze behind her, going stiff in more ways than one. His fingers dug deeper into her hips, and she felt his cock pulse with excitement between her cheeks.

“N-no, I-”

“You did, didn’t you?” Mary hissed into her ear. She reached out and rubbed her fingers over Dawn’s belly. The cat girl’s extensive knowledge of anatomy from medical school screamed through her mind that Mary was right over her womb. “You knew it was so dangerous, but you didn’t care… you wanted him to put a litter into you, didn’t you, Dawn? So you lied, letting him think it was safe… that you were safe… so when he was finally inside of you, he wouldn’t think twice about giving you that creamy treat you were dying to taste, isn’t that right?”

Nope, not even close. Dawn was as safe as she could be tonight. But the heat between her legs was way too appealing to ruin with something as boring and mundane as the truth.

Unable to lie to Mary or Nick, however, Dawn chose to answer nonverbally, and a sensual moan that sounded more like the purr of a wild beast escaped her lips.

“That didn’t sound like a ‘no’ to me,” Mary teased, running her fingers down the slight back of the cat girl in front of her. Although she had no sexual interest in women either, seeing her husband have fun with them spoke to her in a way that would have seemed farcical not even a month ago.

She leaned against Nick’s back and brought her arms up to caress his, overlaying their hands so it was almost as if she were fucking Dawn and using her husband’s body to do it. Feeling the heat coming off of him as she pressed her boobs against her husband, and feeling the squish of pleasure as her milk leaked from her nipples and filled the space between the two of them had her almost cumming herself.

“Dawn… you didn’t, you… did you really…?” Nick’s day had been filled with so many twists and turns that in the heat of the moment he could hardly think straight; as crazy as it sounded, Dawn lying about being safe so he would knock her up almost sounded plausible. And it wasn’t just wishful thinking on his part, either. The idea stuck in his mind, and as he thrust up and down against her twitching ass, he found himself intensely aroused by the possibility.

“If she’s not pregnant yet, you have all night,” Mary’s voice whispered in his ear. The devout angel he adored had somehow become the little devil on his shoulder, and at the moment he couldn’t find himself disappointed with that. He bit back a moan as he felt her hands reach down to start caressing his shaft, and suddenly he was **** with pleasure on all sides as the head of his dick was wedged between Dawn’s tight little apple bottom while his wife’s hands stroked him off to completion.

“Fuck, I… I wanna cum so baaaaad!” Holly wailed from her vantage point at the foot of the bed, embracing the intoxicating futility of her own release. “Please, someone… anyone-!”

She had no idea what outcome she was hoping for here, her brains were too soft and mushy for that. All she wanted at this point was a climax, and she didn’t damn well care who it was that would be doing the climaxing!

“Mary’s right!” Dawn moaned with her hoarse voice as the tremor of a mini-orgasm shook through her body, sending her tail spasming as she tried in vain to wrap it around Nick’s cock. One of her transformations (she was too frazzled to remember which) promised that she could do that, but it took way more presence of mind than she had at this point.

All she could do was cry and wail and hump her brains out as she shook with delight, her eyes rolling up in her head as she nearly came then and there for Nick’s pleasure. And she had a lot of brains to hump out of her twitching skull. Her head shook so hard, at some point, her glasses came flying off and everything around her turned blurry!

But as close to the edge as Dawn may have been, it was Nick who went over it first. He emptied himself all over her butt, giving her sweat-drenched tail a nice coating of splooge as she trembled before his onslaught. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she her legs shook with lifelessness. If not for the firm grip of Nick’s nails digging into her hips, she would have fallen right onto Holly.

Thankfully she regained feeling in her legs just moments before Nick’s hands dropped to his sides, or that would have been an amusing conclusion to a sexy as hell competition.

…The competition!

Dawn scrambled up, fumbling for her glasses on the floor, and whirled around to look hopefully at Nick.

“How… how did I do?” She asked, drawing on energy reserves she didn’t even realize she still had, and rebounding like a champion.

Nick was surprised for a moment, looking at her in confusion as she stared determinedly at him, brown eyes burning.

“I…” He hadn’t given it a second’s thought in the heat of the moment, but now that the question was posed to him he found himself with **** but to answer. His throat ached, and he swallowed, looking between Holly and Dawn.

“…Dawn wins,” he finally croaked out. Both performances were sexy as hell; but Dawn had gone just barely above and beyond thanks to the fact that the potential pregnancy alluded to in both instances of hotdogging happened to be hers. That had been the tipping point.

If Dakota wanted him to put a numerical value on how much VP that was worth, though, she would be out of luck. His brain couldn’t even begin to think in those terms.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to.

Competition Complete! Victory Achieved! +2 VP

Dawn’s eyes fluttered and she felt a burst of pleasure. 2 VP wasn’t much. But as she watched the number on her hand tick up, she felt triumphant. And it was intoxicating! She had enough energy now to go for another round, maybe even two more, or maybe-

“I suppose it’s my turn, then,” Mary said, crawling around her husband and stepping off the bed to present herself to him. She looked hopefully down at his shaft as he was already starting to get hard again. No matter how much Nick came with other women, it seemed like he always had a bit left, just for her.

“…Oh, right…” Dawn tried to mask her disappointment with a smile no one fully bought. As nice as it would be to get some more VP and continue the competition, a part of her wanted to just dismiss the other two girls so she could have Nick all to herself.

The war waged between Dawn’s romantic desires and her competitive urges was a fierce one. But in the end she landed on the side of friendly competition.

Besides- Mary had done a lot to aid her tonight, she deserved a bit of time with her husband, didn’t she?

And it was definitely not because Dawn found watching Nick with other women hot, or the newfound realization that competing sexually with another girl was something that turned her on immensely. The only reason she felt that way was due to the atmosphere right now!

But whatever justification Dawn used to convince herself she was okay with this worked, and she crawled aside to let Mary take her place. Knowing that she wouldn’t be with Nick again for some time partially cooled the passionate drive from earlier, and she let herself cool down a little as her fatigue rebounded.

At least until she saw the absolutely horrendous performance of hotdogging that was Mary.

Dawn’s jaw dropped as she stared at the clumsy maneuvers the redhead was doing up and down his shaft. Mary’s butt was so round and soft she should be hearing the sound of those cheeks clapping from across the room, but instead if looked like she was some flabby, droopy mess who had never done anything sexual in her life!

Maybe once upon a time, Dawn would have bought such a clumsy performance from the farmgirl, given her sheltered and traditional upbringing. But with how much Mary had grown sexually since coming to the island, and with how much passion she’d put into aiding Holly and Dawn in their own performances, she just couldn’t believe it.

When she met Mary’ burning gaze, and the freckled girl gave her a clumsy wink, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Mary!” Dawn croaked out, causing the redhead to flinch. “Stop it!”

“H-huh?” Mary froze, her eyes widening in surprise.

For what felt like the tenth time that night Dawn’s strength rebounded, and she leapt to her feet, grabbing her friend by the shoulders and giving her a good shake. Nick’s cock throbbed in surprise, and Mary’s mouth twisted into an “O” as she looked Dawn in the eye.

“I don’t want you to do a bad job just to give me some VP,” Dawn chastised her. Mary’s compassion for her friend touched her, it truly did. But at the same time Dawn found it supremely insulting that the other girl was throwing the match, almost like she was saying she though Dawn couldn’t do it on her own. “I want to beat you at your best.”

Is this what it’s like to be Rose all the time? The cat girl vaguely thought.

A shaky smile crawled up Mary’s lips and she nodded, batting her eyelashes.

“Hope you don’t regret it,” she teased, slipping out of Dawn’s grasp and beginning to rock her hips, working Nick’s cock up before it could start to soften.

Satisfied, Dawn took a step back and watched Mary get to work. The redhead threw herself against her husband, shaking her head and letting out a primordial wail from deep in her chest as her pigtails thrashed about her flushed face.

“Fuck, Mary… your ass, it’s so fucking soft!” Nick grunted, digging his fingers into her meaty cheeks. Mary’s backside had always been her best feature, from back to when she was flat as a board to even now, with her breast engorged with milk. She had hips made for breeding, and with each passing day her body seemed to only get meatier as she prepared herself to give birth to his child.

“I-I always thought it was so… so indecent!” Mary moaned, jerking Nick off with just her asscheeks. “People at my old school used to make fun of me, saying it was so fat… I felt horrible! But it was all worth it, if it can be used for your pleasure, honey!”

She shook her hips even harder, and Dawn watched, transfixed by the sight of Mary’s tits jumping around before her eyes.

Having lived with breast envy all her life, Dawn had made it a point to avoid paying special attention to the bustiness of other women. It had only ever served to make her feel inferior, something she always hated feeling. But right now, having a modest set of tits of her own, she found herself less bothered by the large swells of meat of her more well-endowed companions.

It’s hard to imagine that she once used to be almost as flat as me, Dawn thought, staring in wonder at the sloshing, milk-filled sacks dancing in front of her. Even Holly had once had more going on upstairs than Mary, way back when. But now the redheaded farmgirl was a veritable icon of fertility, looking every bit the breedable cow she so desperatey longed to be.

Droplets of milk sprayed everywhere as Mary moaned about how good it felt to be pleasing him like this, how she would love to use her ass to serve Nick’s pleasure once she became too heavy with child to properly have sex with him like a dutiful wife should. And as Nick clung to her fertile frame like a man possessed, he growled into her ear about how, yes, that was exactly what she would do, and how he couldn’t wait to see her shaking her ass for him like this again while cradling a belly full of his children.

…It definitely wasn’t Dawn, right? No, it really was getting hotter in here, it had to be.

As Dawn fanned herself she noticed Holly out of the corner of her eye, wailing and mewling like a wounded puppy as she pointlessly frigged herself to blocked orgasm after blocked orgasm and loving every minute of it. Swallowing, the cat girl clenched her thighs together, telling herself that, at least, she wasn’t as far gone as the woman at her feet.

She certainly had too much respect to touch herself to this, no matter how sexy it was.

“Just picture it!” Mary continued, tears rolling down her cheeks as milk rolled down her tits. “Me… Dawn… even Holly… all of us pregnant and rubbing are butts up and down your cock in sequence, while we show off the fruits of your labor… and not only us, but we’ll bring the others in, too… all of them! Even Amelia… oh, goodness! And Sylvia… everybody!”

“Mary, fuck, that’s-!” Nick clutched her hips, trying to shake loose the twisted ideas she planted in his mind, but only serving to hump against her even faster. “I can’t believe how much you’ve changed… from such a pure, chaste girl, to… to this!”

“It’s all for you, baby!” Mary wailed, her crucifix bouncing off her swollen breasts. “All to give you the pleasure you deserve! Oh! OH! Mmmmngg!”

As Mary’s fertile curves danced an erotic dance of passion before her eyes, Dawn sighed in defeat. When Nick finally emptied himself over his wife’s juicy cheeks, she didn’t even need to hear his verdict to know that she’d lost.

…Did that mean she was going to accept that loss?

Absolutely no fucking way, she was Dawn Willowbrook, and she never accepted defeat under any circumstances!

“My turn,” she growled, practically pushing Mary off of Nick’s cock as she took it into her hands, using her Sexterity transformation to play to her strengths and give him the best handjob she could in order to get him back up for what must have been the fourth or fifth time since they got here. She’d do this all night if she had to, until he gave her that win she was chasing so desperately.