The next day: Annabelle

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Ashley asks as she clips on her tail.

"Well, you said you didn't want to waste any time. Why don't we start with how pets act around strangers?"

"In public?" she asks nervously.

"No, don't worry. I'm talking about one stranger in particular right now."

"Oh, you mean your neighbor."

"That's right. How would a typical pet have reacted in your place yesterday?"

She looks at Tibby, who nods her support.

"A typical pet would have been happy to get petted. But I hid behind you. I'm shy."

"I know. But you won't be able to get a real feel for the life of a pet unless you overcome your shyness. I suggest we go over and try again, if you're willing."

"I'll try. I know you wouldn't let anything happen to me."

While you and Ashley walk down the hall hand in hand, Tibby practically runs ahead to knock on Annabelle's door.

The door opens immediately, making her fall into Annabelle's embrace.

"Well someone's eager to see me," she says once Tibby is standing on her own legs again. Then she notices Ashley standing in front of you and gives her a disarming smile. "Is someone else feeling friendly today too?"

Ashley steps forward. "Hello Annabelle. I was a little scared yesterday because I don't know you, but Tibby and John like you so you must be nice."

"I'm very nice," she confirms and reaches her hand out. Ashley timidly moves her head to meet it, allowing it to run through her hair and stroke over both pairs of ears. "Are y'all coming in?"

Accepting her invitation, you follow Annabelle to the kitchen. "I'm afraid I only have two chairs," Annabelle apologizes with a wink only you catch as she sets some snacks on the table and sits down.

"That's ok, we'll just have to offer up our laps instead."

"Dibs on this one!" Tibby shouts and swings her legs onto Annabelle's lap. She sits sideways so she can nuzzle into Annabelle's neck and still observe what's happening on the other side of the table. "I guess that's settled," Annabelle laughs.

Ashley smiles with relief and takes her seat, leaning her back into your chest as you wrap your hands around her waist.

As you talk about various banalities, your hands start roaming. Ashley turns red when your hands wander under her shirt, but she focuses on the pleasant sensation of your fingers gliding over her sensitive skin and doesn't make a sound except for the occasional eep! when they graze her areola.

"I can't get over how cute these girls are," Annabelle remarks with her hands on Tibby's legs. "I might just have to keep one of them for myself."

Ashley turns on your lap to look at you. "Can she do that?"

"Not to Tibby," you tell her. "That cat is mine. But I'm not officially your owner yet, so I suppose..."

Suddenly she's clinging to you. "No! I want to be with you. I want to be your pet, if you'll have me."

"Of course I'll have you," you say without hesitation. "I was only teasing."

Annabelle pouts across the table. "Damn you, hoarding all the best pets. Well if either of you dears ever get tired of being owned by a horny boy, I'll be here. Horny women can be a lot more fun," she says, squeezing Tibby's breasts.

Then she gently pushes her off her lap and stands up. "Can I get a hug before you take your owner home to show him you mean what you said?"

Knowing you won't let anyone take her away from you, Ashley hops up and walks around the table. Instead of a hug, she's pulled into a brief, yet intense kiss. Then Annabelle pushes the flustered girl your way with a smack to the ass and a "run along now."

"So that happened," Tibby grins. She's leaning against the wall by the door while Ashley sits on the edge of your kitchen counter.

You've pulled out a chair for yourself, but haven't sat down yet. "Yeah. You did great, Ashley. I would have liked a bit more contact between you and Annabelle, but you can't help that Tibby hogged her attention. That does bring up an important point though. If you're both going to be my pets, I need to know you can get along."

"Why wouldn't we get along?" Ashley asks. "We like each other plenty."

"Yeah," Tibby chimes in. "I got on Annabelle's lap because I thought Ash would prefer yours, that's all."

"That's all?" you raise an eyebrow.

"Ok, I liked the attention. But I like you more, and I like Ashley too. I think it'd be awesome if she joined us."

Ashley shoots her a grateful look and slides off the counter. "If you want proof that we can get along... Tibby, I believe there was something you've been wanting to do to me for a while now."

"You mean I finally get to grab that booty?" Tibby asks with a gleam in her eye.

"You sure do! But I'm grabbing yours too."

With that, she walks up to Tibby and wraps her arms around the cat. Starting at her lower back, one hand moves down to squeeze a cheek, but the other reaches up and pulls Tibby into an open-mouthed kiss. Tibby's eyes widen with surprise, but then she latches onto Ashley's butt with both hands and reciprocates her kiss.

It's like the girls have forgotten you exist, they make out hungrily and let their hands wander over each other's bodies.

You whistle when they eventually pull apart. "Wow, that answers that question. And you won't get competitive over me or anything either?"

Instead of answering, the bunny and your kitty put their heads together to whisper conspiratorily. When they come to an agreement, they begin circling you like predators. Your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what's happening.

Suddenly each of them grabs an arm and maneuvers you into your chair before stepping back. "You just sit back and enjoy the show, master."

Standing in front of you and shushing you whenever you try to speak, they slowly begin helping each other out of their clothes, kissing each other's skin as it gets exposed in by inch, occasionally stopping to lock lips or to tease you by pulling something back on for a moment.

Before too long, they're both in their panties, a white bikini-style botton for Tibby and a red thong for Ashley. They've both lost their tails, but not their ears.

After a final kiss, Tibby moves behind you and puts her hands on your shoulders, leaning in to whisper in your ear. "This is her first lap dance."

Ashley gives you a little smile, and the expression on your face is all the encouragement she needs. Leaning in, she kisses you on the forehead. You're about to do the same to her dangling breasts when she stands up straight.

Spinning around, she sits on your knee and starts grinding left and right. Gradually, she shimmies closer to your crotch, only to pull away and do the same thing on your other leg. This time she continues until her butt touches you, and she makes an appreciative sound when she feels your hardon beneath her. Wiggling around until it's lodged between her cheeks, she pushes her hips up and down to to massage you through your pants.

"She's doing well for her first time," Tibby purrs and licks your neck. "Don't let him cum yet, it'd be a shame to waste a load in his boxers."

Ashley doesn't stop her movements, but lifts up so her ass is shaking in front of your chest. When you reach out for it, she slaps your hands. "No touchy!"

Then she looks back at you and sticks her tongue out. "Just kidding, touchy all you want."

The words are barely out of her mouth before your hands are on her, rubbing and squeezing everything not covered by her thong.

She's still surprised when you run a finger over the strip of fabric between her legs, and sits down heavily. With your hand trapped under her, she turns to face you. "Whoa there cowboy, I know what I just said but let's save that for later, alright?"

Your answer is muffled by the tits that suddenly engulf your head. Talking to Tibby over your head, Ashley says, "I don't think I can keep teasing him for much longer. Are you ready?"

"You know I am," Tibby replies. A moment later your head is released, and the two of them crouch down on either side of you. Opening your zipper, they kiss each other again and fish out your cock. Their heads lower, and they start lapping up and down its sides.

After all the stimulation it doesn't take much to bring you over the edge. Within minutes you erupt, shooting cum into the air to rain down on their heads.

When you're done the girls pull off your dick and wrap their hands around it, then start licking your seed off each other. Soon their faces are clean again, but their hair remains streaked with white. Frowning, Tibby takes her ears off. "Too bad you don't have two pairs like me, because these need to go in the wash."

"Oh well," Ashley shrugs. "We can worry about that later. Right now we have bigger things to deal with." She nods at your erection, which is still going strong.

Letting go of it, the girls stand up. They slide their panties down their legs, giving you an incredible view of their bare asses as they bend over.

Then they lean over the kitchen table, and Ashley looks back at you expectantly. "Which one of us are you giving it to first?"