Making Grimm Feel Welcome (REALLY Welcome)

Buttercup and Tats led Grimm into a small room on the second floor. A large, lavish bed dominated the room, situated beside a floor-length mirror and several tall dressers. Grimm had to admit: after days of sleeping on the ground, the bed was a welcome sight.

"Not bad," Grimm said, running his hand along a bedpost. "Why doesn't anyone use this room?"

"Oh, it's used," Tats said, approaching him. "This is my room."

"Oh," Grimm muttered. He looked around, and saw some little things he'd missed when he walked in: a small box of fancy inks, probably used for tattooing; a stack of recipe books on the floor; discarded drawings and paintings, shoved against the wall. "It's nice."

"Thanks," Tats said, walking to the bed. She sat down at the edge and patted the space next to her. "You should lie down. It's gonna be a while before the ritual begins."

Grimm sat next to her. His bulk hitting the mattress caused Tats to bounce slightly. She giggled. "So, umm... what is the ritual?" he asked. "I'm not big on rituals and magic and all that stuff."

"All I know is there are several steps, and it takes a while," Tats replied.

"That's it?" Grimm asked.

Buttercup suddenly took a running leap onto the mattress. She hit it with a heavy thud, and sank into the soft fabric. "Ahh," she sighed, stretching her legs. "I love your bed, Tats."

Tats reached back and ran a hand through her friend's hair. "We're not so bad, are we?" she asked Grimm. "I think we're pretty nice."

Grimm couldn't hide his smile. "I've definitely dealt with worse." He looked at the closed bedroom door and sighed. "So am I not allowed to leave this room, or what?"

"I mean, technically, you're not supposed to leave," Tats said. "Reese is really paranoid about you running off."

"I said I'd do it."

"Eh. She's been burned before." She looked around the room. "I'm already bored. Buttercup?"

"Booooored," Buttercup moaned into the mattress.

Tats giggled. "I should have grabbed a board game or something."

Grimm sighed. He let a small smile slip: despite his love of the rough-and-tumble life, he had to admit the occasional moment of luxury was... nice.

A while later, Grimm was leaning against the bedpost, idly flipping through a random book he found on Tats's floor. Tats was lying on her back, using Buttercup's butt as a pillow.

"Hey Grimm," Tats asked, "I've got a question for you."

"What's up?" Grimm asked, not looking up from his book.

Tats looked at Buttercup and giggled. "So, about last night..."

Grimm's ears perked up. "What about it?" That same, stupid smile found its way back to his face.

"Who was your favorite?"

"My favorite?"

"You know." Tats giggled again.

Grimm thought for a second. "Honestly, I don't know if I have one."

"That's a copout," Tats said.

"I'm serious," Grimm said.

"Okay, so then... okay, so who sucked your cock the best?"

Grimm grinned. "You, definitely."

Tats giggled and nudged Buttercup with her elbow. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. Lennox was really... assertive, which is something I'm not used to. Daisy was an experience, too."

"Oh, Daisy," Tats said, grinning. "She's a total milk slut."

"What about me?" Buttercup asked, kicking her legs.

"Butt," Grimm said.

Buttercup pumped a fist. "Yeah!"

Tats rolled her eyes. "You're so proud of your ass, Buttercup."

"She should be," Grimm said.

Buttercup wiggled her butt, nearly knocking Tats off. Then she suddenly bolted up so that she was on all fours, sending Tats reeling. "Grimm!" Buttercup exclaimed. She creeped up to the bull. "Let's fuck." She looked up at him, wearing a silly grin.

"Seriously?" Tats asked. She sounded annoyed, but looked amused.

"I'm so boooooored," Buttercup moaned.

"Umm..." Grimm started, putting the book in his lap. "Are you sure?"

Buttercup nudged Grimm's side with her head. "It'll be fuuuuuuuun."

Grimm sighed with bemused exasperation. He turned to Tats. "Umm... it's your room. And your bed. And your friend."

Tats shrugged. "I don't have a problem with it." She smiled. "Just let me grab something to read." She got up off the bed and walked over to the stack of cookbooks, grabbed one. "Let's see... yeah, this is a good one." She started to walk back to the bed.

"Tats," Buttercup said, leaning forward so that her top half was hanging off the bed, "You should get undressed!"

"This is between you two," Tats said, tucking the book under one arm. "I'm just hanging out."

"Yeah but Grimm's naked --" Grimm suddenly realized that he was still not wearing any clothing. "-- and I'm gonna be naked, and you're really cute so you should be naked too."

Tats rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said with a sigh. She stripped off her tunic and threw it on the floor. Then she put her arms out to her side and gave a quick spin. "Happy now?" she asked, unable to hide her smile.

Buttercup gave a thumbs up, then climbed up off the bed as Tats sat down. Tats crawled to the head of the bed and propped herself up with some pillows. She placed the book in her lap. Buttercup quickly stripped off her clothes, let them fall. She climbed back onto the bed and sat beside Grimm.

"You should get comfortable," Buttercup said, stretching her legs. She pointed at the head of the bed, close to Tats.

Grimm did as he was told. After all, he was a guest. He crawled to the opposite side of the bed and leaned back against the mound of pillows. Tats looked over at him, eyebrow raised.

"Uhh, sorry," Grimm said.

"Nah, it's fine," Tats said, waving dismissively.

Buttercup climbed over to, and then on top of, Grimm. She sighed happily as she thrust her tits in his face. "Come on," she purred, "let's have some fuuuuun." She squirmed atop the bull, and every inch of her that could jiggle or bounce -- did.

Grimm obliged her, taking a nipple in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. Buttercup moaned softly, leaning forward so that more of her breast pressed against Grimm's face. Grimm gripped the cow's bosom and gently squeezed, teasing her free nipple with his thumb. He began to suck, harder and harder, massaging his lover's breasts, eager to please.

The cow let out a contented moan as milk dribbled from her nipple into Grimm's waiting mouth.

"That was fast," Tats said, giggling. She casually flicked to the next page of her book.

Grimm kept suckling, guzzling down mouthfuls of Buttercup's milk. He moved his hand from her unattended breast and moved it to her back. Buttercup reached back, took Grimm's hand in hers, and moved it down to her butt. He gave her buttcheek a squeeze, then a quick slap, eliciting a cheerful squeak from the cow. Then he switched to her other nipple and went to work pleasuring it. Soon her milk was flowing from both teats, occasionally dribbling onto the bed.

"Sorry... about... the mess," Buttercup moaned, punctuating her apology with a giggle.

Tats returned her friend's giggle. "It's fine, B." She leaned forward and gave Buttercup's ass a slap.

Buttercup pulled her tits from Grimm's face and backed up a little. She stopped when her rump made contact with the bull's erect member, then reached back, took it in her hands, and wedged it between her buttcheeks. She wiggled and flexed her ass, teasing Grimm's cock. Grimm could feel those thick cheeks slapping against his shaft -- it drove him wild! He cupped Buttercup's udders and squeezed, drawing out another happy moan.

Once she'd grown satisfied with her teasing efforts, Buttercup crawled forward a little, releasing Grimm's cock from its asscheek prison. She suddenly spun around so that her back was to Grimm. "Hey Grimm," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Try not to suffocate!" She grinned wickedly as she backed up onto him. Grimm barely had time to catch his breath before Buttercup sat on his face. She eased herself forward until her legs were firmly pressed against either side of Grimm's face, and her sex was positioned right above his mouth.

This was, like, the second or third 69 Grimm had been in as many days. Not that he was about to complain: he was growing to love this position, and he wanted to share his newfound enthusiasm with this ditzy cow. He went to work exploring and teasing her nethers, trying to draw every ounce of agonizing pleasure out of her as he could.

Buttercup was doing the same: she dragged her tongue up and down Grimm's shaft, stopping at the top to tease the head. She was obviously trying to make him last as long as possible, even when she finally took him in her mouth and began to suck. She drew her legs in tight, locking Grimm against her.

The room was mostly quiet save for the muffled sounds of moans and slurping. Tats was still reading her book, but she was getting increasingly distracted. Despite her efforts to remain calm and collected, the sight of her beloved friend locked in a 69 was getting to be too much. She slowly moved one hand down to her crotch.

Grimm noticed what Tats was doing. He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh, squeezing the flesh there. Tats got the hint, took Grimm's hand, and moved it to her crotch. Grimm teased and massaged the cow's sex, penetrating her with his fingers, finding her clit and going to work. Tats let out a soft moan. She held Grimm's hand in place, encouraging him to explore further.

Buttercup and Grimm continued to suck each other senseless. The cow worked his shaft with abandon, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could, sucking hard and fast. He was eagerly returning the favor.

Tats arched her back and moaned as she came. Grimm felt her cum, felt her grip tighten then suddenly slacken.

Buttercup followed soon after: Grimm's face went slick with her juices. He lapped up what he could.

And then he came. His whole body shuddered and jolted as he shot rope after rope of semen into Buttercup's expectant mouth. She swallowed his loads, lapping greedily at his shaft and cleaning it completely. He heard her make an exaggerated gulping noise as she finished swallowing his cum. She kept jerking and sucking him until he was totally empty.

Buttercup rolled off of Grimm, wedging herself between him and Tats. She sat up, facing the two of them. The cow was uncharacteristically quiet, panting heavily, face flushed. She crawled forward and collapsed onto the pillows between them.

Tats giggled and prodded Buttercup with her foot. "Satisfied?" she asked.

Buttercup looked up, grinning. "Yeah!" She sighed happily, kicking her legs up behind her. "That was great."

Grimm smiled back at her. "I agree, but... when is this ritual supposed to take place? 'Cause I'm pretty worn out now."

"Oh, it's like, a few hours from now," Tats said, putting her arms behind her head. "Get some rest."

Grimm was starting to doze off. Buttercup scooted over to Tats, rested her head on her friend's shoulder, and fell asleep. Tats sighed and wrapped her arm around Buttercup and closed her eyes.

Soon all three were asleep, totally spent.