Pillow Talk with Joy

Joy was lying flat on her back, using her hands as a pillow. Grimm and Marcella were on either side of her, gently sucking on her breasts. The cow happily sighed and shifted, scooting her legs back and forth along the floor of the tent. "Oh..." she sighed, nuzzling her lovers' cheeks and the tops of their heads. They weren't using much suction, but they'd made sure to seal their mouths enough not to waste any of her delicious milk. "My... babies..."

They both nursed until Joy's breasts were nearly empty, and their stomachs were full. Then they released her breasts and curled up against her.

"My bull..." Joy leaned over and kissed the top of Grimm's head. She ran her hand through his hair and pressed his body tight against hers. "You're my bull..."

Without thinking Grimm nodded into Joy's chest. He draped his arm across her and squeezed her against him.

Marcella did the same, wrapping Joy up in a sort of embrace.

"And you..." Joy nuzzled Marcella. "You're my roo..." She purred happily, squeezing Marcella against her.

Marcella nodded. She blushed. "Yeah?"

"Mmhmmm..." Joy was practically grinning. "I'm glad you're with us..."

"Me too," Marcella said softly.

"Me too," Grimm added, stroking Marcella's side.

"I'm sorry that I, umm, tried to hinder y'all's quest..."

"It's okay," Joy replied. "You're with us now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," said Grimm. "It's okay. Just don't do it again." He winked.

"Oh, I won't," Marcella purred. She stretched. "I don't know about y'all, but I'm ready for sleep." She scooted up until her head was resting on the pillow next to Joy, and when she was within reach she kissed her bovine lover on the lips. Joy returned the kiss.

"Get some sleep, sweetie," Joy said softly.

"Will do," Marcella said, her voice starting to fall quiet. She gave Joy a kiss on the cheek, then rolled over so that she was facing the tent wall.

Joy wrapped her arm around Marcella so she could keep her close. "It's a little cold," she said to no one in particular, prompting Grimm and Marcella to press themselves tight against her. Grimm pulled their thick travel blanket over them all. "Mmm... that's better." Joy nuzzled both of her lovers.

Marcella gently took Joy's hand in hers and squeezed it. Joy squeezed back. But the kangaroo wasn't content to squeeze the cow's hand: she guided it further down, toward her stomach...

"Oh, sweetie, I'm so tired," Joy said softly.

Marcella giggled. "Not that..." She brought Joy's hand lower. "This." She slid Joy's hand down to her pouch, then slipped it inside.

"Oh," Joy said simply. "Oh, wow... it's so warm..." She played with the fur of Marcella's stomach, inside her pouch.

Marcella smiled. "Glad you like it."

"I do." Joy caressed Marcella's stomach, making the roo purr happily.

"Grimm... c'mere..." She lifted her arm so Grimm could slide his hand toward her pouch. The bull did just that, slipping his hand inside the soft pocket. He smiled as he found Joy's hand. Their fingers laced.

"Wow," Grimm said simply, "it is warm." He nuzzled Joy, who nuzzled Marcella. "Thanks Marcella."

"You're welcome, shug," Marcella said with a yawn. She slid her hand inside of her pouch, finding Joy's and Grimm's.

The three lovers held hands, satisfied with their long day.

"'Night, y'all," Marcella said, yawning again.

"Goodnight, sweetie," Joy said softly, kissing the back of Marcella's head.

The kangaroo cooed happily, and was soon asleep.

But Joy and Grimm didn't fall asleep so quickly.

The bull nuzzled the cow, scooting up a bit so he could rest his head next to hers. He gently squeezed his lover and kissed her cheek.

"So sweet," Joy whispered, sighing.

"You just bring it out, I guess." Grimm kissed her again.

"Yeah?"

"Mmhmm." He smiled into her hair. "So..."

"So...?"

"I'm your bull, huh?"

Joy giggled. "Yep," she said simply. "You're mine." She ran her fingers through his hair. He loved when she did that.

"I'm okay with that," he whispered.

"Good." She turned to him, all smiles, and kissed him deeply. "Good," she said again.

They rubbed their foreheads together.

"Goodnight, Grimm," Joy said softly, facing the bull as she closed her eyes.

"Goodnight, babe," he replied with a smile, waiting until he saw Joy's lips curl into a smile before he closed his eyes.

Joy's fingers were still in Grimm's hair as she fell asleep.