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Diane dipped a leg into the jacuzzi, getting used to its temperature, then slipped the rest of the way in with a pleasurable sigh. The rising steam was a great relief from the cold autumn air. The contrast somehow made the tub comfier, especially at sundown. She was glad Zalia suggested it. The fox took a sip from her mug of chamomile tea, bag in.
Zalia sat on her left, reaching wordlessly, but with great enthusiasm, towards her. Diane handed her the other mug she had got for her. Hot cider for Zalia. Alcoholic, of course.
“Thank you,” the rabbit said sweetly. She barely got the words out before taking a long, deep drink from her mug.
Diane clicked her tongue. “Zalia, that’s still very hot.”
Zalia gestured to the jacuzzi. “So is my body temperature, so like, it cancels out.” She reasoned, making an X with her arms.
Diane simply sat back and sank into the tub with a roll of her grass-green eyes. Her thick, brown hair was neatly tucked into a bun atop her head, safely away from the bubbling water save for a pair of locks that dangled from her temples.
Maribel sat opposite her and the sugar glider had her eyes closed in bliss. She had the back of her head resting on the pads that lined the small pool and was up to her neck in the hot, steaming water.
“TGIF, ladies,” Maribel said with a sigh. Without sitting up, she held up her own mug of cider. Zalia reached across the cauldron and they clinked glasses.
“For real,” Zalia agreed. She downed the rest of her drink. She caught her breath and sniffed. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna need some more of that. BRB.” The rabbit stood up, adjusted her dark blue, drawstring bikini bottoms, and stepped out of the jacuzzi. “Can I get you guys some too?”
“Yes!” Maribel called.
“I just got mine,” Diane muttered. “And so did you. My god.”
Zalia made her way across the wooden deck to the sliding glass door of the house, leaving wet pawprints in her wake. She could see the pot full of hot cider, still sat steaming on the stove on low from across the large combination living room/kitchen/dining room. Something made her sensitive ears rotate behind her and her gaze soon followed. Zalia nearly jumped out of her fur when she saw a shadow standing at the other end of the room.
Poey stood frozen to the spot, eyes wide.
“Poey! You scared the crap outta me,” Zalia said, hand on her chest. Poey’s cream colored fur became recognizable as her eyes adjusted to the low light. She set her mug on the countertop and went in for a hug. “What are doing here?” she laughed breathlessly.
“Oh, uh, Maribel invited me,” Poey stammered. “I thought you knew.”
“I don’t think she told me, no, but good to see you!” Zalia said excitedly. “It feels like it’s been years, dude.”
“Something like that,” Poey said. “I think it’s more like a month, actually.”
Zalia dismissively waved her hand. “Shits been all blending together, dude. I’m just glad to be out of the shop, off camera, whatever. Just wanna chill with my girls.”
“And me,” Poey added sheepishly.
“And you,” Zalia agreed. “What are you doing standing in the dark like that?” She looked outside the sliding glass door. A perfect view of Diane and Maribel in the jacuzzi, the shining lights of the city beyond them. Zalia’s mouth broke into a toothy grin of understanding and forcefully poked Poey in the chest. “You. Little. Pervert.” Zalia accentuated each word with a jab.
“Ow…” Poey said, rubbing the sore spot in his chest.
Zalia clicked her tongue with a shake of her head. “Where is your shame?” she said in mock disapproval. “C’mere.” She reached up and pulled Poey by the ear towards the kitchen, snatching her mug along the way.
“Okay, ow! I’m sorry,” Poey winced. “I wasn’t trying to be a creep.”
Zalia stopped at the pot of cider. She let go of Poey’s ear and her hand quickly slipped down from his chest to the waistband of his pants. Skillfully, she ladled more cider into two mugs with one hand and kept a firm hold on Poey’s belt with the other, seemingly taking little interest in the latter. The ermine was overwhelmed — hot all over and unable to move. He kind of didn’t want to. Zalia turned with a look of dangerous intent. She pulled Poey close until their hips touched.
“What do you think of what I’m wearing?” Zalia asked. “It’s new.”
“It’s…nice?” Poey tried. The wetness of her bikini left imprints on his t-shirt and pants.
The rabbit just laughed and her free hand slipped behind Poey’s neck. She stood on her toes to lock her lips with his. Only for a second or two. Zalia pulled away and grabbed her drink, then put the second mug in Poey’s hand. She took him by the hand that was free and led him back out onto the deck.
“Look who I found!” Zalia called. The girls from the pool called back their greetings.
“Oh, Maribel didn’t mention…I didn’t bring my swimsuit,” Poey murmured.
“Well, if you wanna join us there’s only one thing to do,” Zalia said over her shoulder. The sun had set and the yard was lit only by a few standing lights in the surrounding garden, some strung amongst barren trees. The rabbit’s mischievous grin flashed in the low light. She stopped and jabbed Poey in the chest, again.
Poey yelped and threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright, enough with that!”
“I caught you peeping, weird-ass,” Zalia said, lowering her tone. “So strip. Show us the goods.”
“You’re crazy.”
“You won’t be alone,” Zalia said in a sing-song voice. She turned and took a swig of cider before pulling the string of her bikini top loose. Zalia whooped as she swung the top around before letting it fall onto the deck.
“Yeah Zaliaaaaaa!” Maribel wobbled slightly when she stood up -already two drinks deep- and pointed at her with both hands. Zalia sauntered over. Maribel swayed as she struggled to take her own top off. It had clips in the back. Diane delicately covered the side of her face with a hand.
“Poey, I’m so sorry this is what you have walked into,” Diane said loud enough for him to hear. Poey bit his bottom lip as he followed Zalia, still awkwardly cradling a steaming mug.
“I got it!” Maribel exclaimed. She mirrored Zalia and whipped her top onto the lawn with a flourish. Zalia slipped into the jacuzzi next to Diane. Maribel burst into giggles. “Oh, Poey, your face! Oh my god, what am I doing? You cool?”
The ermine shrugged. “I-I mean it’s your house you can do whatever you want.”
“This madness aside,” Diane said, motioning to the other girls. “How are you?”
“I’m great. I mean, same as ever,” Poey replied. He could barely get the words out. He could still feel Zalia’s lips against his, her hand teasing around his waist. He was so hard it was hard to focus.
“Waters’ great dude, hop in,” Zalia goaded him with a knowing look. He wanted to jump right in next to her, clothes or no. She did a small backstroke, giving Poey a full view of her breasts above the water.
“Yeah,” he breathed. He grabbed at the hem of his t-shirt. All he could think about was pressing his dick in between Zalia’s tits.
“Yeaaah, Poey! Take it off! Take it off!” Maribel chanted. Her and Zalia clapped in tandem. Diane looked mortified.
“Do you not have neighbors?” she hissed.
“It’s the hills,” Maribel said with a dismissive wave. She then lifted her hands from the water at Poey and he realized the mug in his hands was for her. He passed it to her. “Even if they heard us, they don’t care. The guys next to me throw crazier parties. I actually still have some dude’s shorts that they threw over.”
“You didn’t give them back?” Diane looked mortified.
Maribel shrugged, taking a sip of cider. “If they threw them over then they probably wanted me to have them, right?”
Poey, with his shirt off, went to his belt next and hesitated. What was he doing? Zalia swam back over the short distance of the tub towards him.
“Can I give you something?” the rabbit asked sweetly.
“Y-yeah?” Poey answered, his tone uncertain. Zalia waited until he held out his hands. “It better be nothing gross. It’s not like a worm or something like last time, right?”
Zalia seemed to wiggle in place. Her arms were submerged and the bubbling water distorted the lower half of her body. A moment later Zalia placed a wet piece of blue polyester into Poey’s palm. Her bikini bottoms. Maribel hooted behind them and Diane choked on her tea, covering her mouth. Poey’s heart felt like it was going to explode. He undid his pants and couldn’t kick them off fast enough.
“Whooooa!” Maribel cheered. “We’re getting nak~ed!”
“Oh god,” Diane exclaimed softly. She covered her mouth with a hand and turned her gaze down into her mug of tea in embarrassment.
“The debt is paid!” Zalia said with a grin. She took Poey’s hands in her’s as she led him into the jacuzzi. The water was nothing in comparison to how hot Poey already felt. Maribel sat on the edge of the pool, topless, feet in the water. Taking her thumbs and hooking them around the waistband, she shimmied out of her bikini and threw it like a basketball over Poey’s head — perfect flick of the wrist and everything.
“Di-ane! Di-ane!” Zalia started and Maribel joined in.
Diane scoffed. “What are we, in highschool?”
“I mean you don’t have to, but don’t you feel left out?” Zalia asked, fluttering her lashes.
“Oh, so left out,” Diane replied dryly. She looked helplessly to Maribel, but the sugar glider only sipped her cider and watched Diane intently. She wiggled her eyebrows and Diane rolled her eyes.
“Fine,” she conceded with a sigh. “Just turn around.”
“No striptease?” Zalia joked, but turned around regardless.
“Not for free,” Diane huffed. Poey spotted a nervous smile graced her lips as she plucked at the straps of her black one-piece.
The top of the suit criss-crossed just below her sternum and wrapped around her hips, leaving a vertical diamond-shaped window from her breasts to her navel. Poey quickly turned from her. He was suddenly, incredibly conscious of his increasingly stiffening cock above the water. Zalia’s bikini still dumbly bunched in his palm, Poey couldn’t help but place his hands over his crotch. He heard water lapping against the edge of the tub behind him and, against his better judgment, Poey stole a glance over his shoulder
Diane was in the process of slipping the suit down the curves of her hips. It was so dark now. The soft, blue lights from the jacuzzi lit up the small waves that lapped at her thighs as she pulled the rest of the suit down. Poey’s face felt unbelievably hot and he pressed his legs together when he saw the space between hers.
Poey returned his gaze forwards, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zalia watching him intently. She bumped her hip against his. Poey laughed and retaliated. Then Zalia’s hand slipped around his waist, her other disappearing beneath the foamy water. Right behind Poey’s own.
He gasped as he felt the rabbit’s fingers tenderly massage his balls, then worked their way up the shaft of his cock. Poey pulled his hands away. He watched Zalia work, her breast pushing up against his side as she leaned in.
“O-okay, it’s…off,” Diane announced. Poey let out a shaky breath as Zalia’s hand pulled away from his crotch and instead slid both around his hips. Zalia grinned up at him before they turned around.
Diane’s suit was indeed off — neatly perched on the end of the tub, folded even. The fox herself had sunk neck-deep into the hot tub, however; revealing nothing. She nonchalantly sipped her tea.
“Booo!” Zalia jeered. She swayed, hanging off of Poey’s waist.
“Hey, no booing,” Maribel chided. “It’s not supportive.”
“Supportive,” Diane chuckled. Her gaze slid from Maribel to Poey, then down to his waist. Eyes widened — Diane and Maribel, both.
“Damn,” Maribel commented.
The word ‘sorry’ disappeared from Poey’s lips when Zalia palmed his dick. She looked up at him with her big, ruddied eyes and pushed his fogged up glasses up onto his forehead.
“Wha-what is happening?” Diane said with a nervous laugh.
“Breakin’ the ice, baby,” Zalia answered. Her fingers slid across Poey’s shaft and all he could do was pant and hold up his arms to the side helplessly.
Maribel giggled and flounced over to them through the water. “Well, I don’t wanna be a bad host…” Zalia’s hand left Poey’s cock and went back to massaging his balls. Maribel meanwhile stayed in the water and planted a kiss on the tip of Poey’s cock. Zalia eased him back to sit on the edge of the tub.
Diane impatiently set her mug aside and made her way over. “First the swimsuit and now this,” she muttered.
“We didn’t even say anything,” Maribel chuckled as the fox joined her.
“You were going to,” Diane said dismissively.
Maribel went down on Poey. All the way down. The ermine let out a light ‘ah’ at the sensation of her cold nose pressing against his navel. Maribel came back up, her tongue working along his length and sucking the soul out of him. His toes curled under the water. Diane sidled up alongside her. The fox didn’t meet Poey’s eyes. Instead her gaze was focused on the task at hand. Together, Diane and Maribel kissed and ran their tongues along Poey’s cock. His head lolled back, but Zalia cupped his chin and pressed her lips against his. Poey moaned between kisses. He felt himself getting close.
“I’m… Hey, I’m going to, uh,” Poey stammered breathlessly.
Zalia left his side and slid next to the other girls. She jerked Poey off as she slid his dick in between Diane’s breasts with a grin. Diane, surprised at first, then pressed her tits together with her arms and pumped Poey for all he was worth.
He felt the need to grip the edge of the pool as he came. Diane shut her eyes as it covered her muzzle and dripped down between the crevice of her breasts. She pulled away some. Poey’s hips rocked as more shot out and onto both Maribel and Zalia. The sugar glider laughed as she turned her head and Zalia went down to catch it at its source. Poey tenderly held the rabbit’s head as she gulped down his cum, some dribbling down her chin and onto her pale chest.