Rachael hated when Mora played the ‘boss’ card. 

By and large, they had both patched up their relationship well enough over the past year that even despite their checkered shared history, they could get along just fine on your average workday. She didn’t know if she’d call her a ‘friend’ per se, but they had a history now, and there was a slowly blossoming sense of mutual gratitude therein. And with everything they had been through as a household, and as a strange sort of family even, they had a bond that Rachael cherished, even if that bond was too amorphous to name. 

But sometimes she was reminded that when push came to shove, Mora was still Rachael’s employer as well. And upon being asked by the big busty bovine boss to join her in her office later that evening, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as to the reason why, fearing a serious chewing out, or worse. Maybe it was the laser sight stare of hers that could cut through the veil of apathy that her and a certain other alleycat had for most things that didn’t directly interest them. Or maybe it was the unpleasant memory of what a mighty, leathery right hook the woman could dole out when she was mad. 

Regardless of what was awaiting her, Rachael sucked it up and made her way straight to Mora’s office after tossing on a tank top, slacks and loose cardigan. Brave as she was, she couldn’t help but theorise as to what trouble she was in, and why. Had Mora caught her and Miles bumping uglies in the barn that one time? ...Or one of those other times?! Had Taffy somehow figured out that it was her who’d been sneaking snacks into the house? (‘Last time I play ‘sugar smuggler’ for Sarah and Sunny’ she thought.) 
Or was there some other reason, yet unknown to her, as to why Mora had been so sly, vague and low key menacing as to why she’d requested her company? 

Rachael knew there was only way she was going to find out, and while Rachael was nowhere near as prolific a drinker as some of the others on the ranch (Mora included; the woman would just as soon chug a keg of beer as she would hoist it over her head like a dumbbell), when she knocked on the office door, the first thought in her head was how she wished she had a bit of ‘Dutch courage’ right then. 

“Heeey, c’mon in!” 

That was Mora’s voice, but it was flecked with a distinct amount more cheer than she was used to hearing from her. Strange as that was, just as strange was the sound of giggling and snorting that she could hear muffled beyond the office door. It almost sounded like Taffy. 

“Heeeey Rachyyyyy~!” 

It was Taffy. 

“Took ya’ time, didn't ya?”

And it was Mora, of course. 

“Well, take a seat, alleycat. We gotta catch you up, these ain’t going to drink themselves.” 

And it was a few big ass bottles of cider. 

It didn’t matter that Rachael never finished school, anyone could’ve added these things together to solve this mystery. 

She breathed a subtle but deep sigh of relief as she took up one of the leather recliners. 
“What’s the occasion?” She asked, reaching for a glass. 
“What, can’t I have a drink with my girls just for fun sometimes?” Mora said, cross legged where she sat atop her own office desk in a pink and white flannel top and jean shorts, kicking her heels and slowly swirling a half full glass of the cloudy apple fizz in one hand. 
“Ohh Moraaaaa, be honest! Girl deserves that much!” Taffy retorted while draping her arm over Rachael’s shoulder from where she sat on the girl’s right hand side, wearing a summery green dress and sloshing her own glass about with a lot less care than Mora demonstrated. One of the straps had flopped down from her shoulder, exposing her black bra strap, but she didn’t seem to notice or care. Granted, neither did Rachael at first, with how it felt like the whole weight of the fluffy motherly bunny had collapsed across her shoulder blades, prompting a winded sigh from the cat. 

“Alright, fair nuff.” Mora huffed, peeling a thick bang of wavy chestnut hair back from her face. “Sorry for all the secrecy, but we ended up with this cider left over from the last batch and I didn’t want word getting out, gods forbid that slithery lizard or the temps got their mitts on it. Plus Patches would call it ‘wasting product’, spoilsport that she is.” She smiled, pouring Rachael a fresh and very full glass, glug after sharp amber glug. “So I figured this would be a good time to have a sneaky li’l girls night, while we ‘dispose of the evidence’. Besides, I kinda feel bad we never got to chat much on that night at the bar, so consider this ‘episode two’!”

“Yaaaay!” Taffy immediately cheered. 

“Anyway, cheers.” Mora continued, unabated despite her bunny bestie’s drunken exuberance. “And uh, thanks for all your help with the brewing.” She added, hurriedly.

“Ohh, uh no problem.” Rachael said, raising her glass and taking a delicate sip. As the delicate flavours tickled over her tongue and washed over her tastebuds, she savoured the sharp, tingling and tart palate. She wasn’t much of a drinker; never had much opportunity to try any particular varieties of booze on a farmhand’s budget with a rambunctious sister to take care of and workdays of up to twelve hours most weeks. But this, she liked. Couldn’t begin to describe what she liked about it or why, but it was nice. The taste was probably also aided by this rare pleasant dose of surprise appreciation from the boss.

“Alright, now you’re all here, enough pussyfootin’ around. Lets’ get to the gossip!” Mora proclaimed, almost prompting Rachael to jump in her seat, gods forbid she spill any of this ‘evidence’. “Soooo, Taff…” she continued, grinning like a demon as she shuffled across her desk, sending some papers tussling to the floor in the process as she drew closer to Taffy. “How’s Rannie doing, getting nervous for your big day at all?” 

“Ohh gosh…” Taffy blushed, as if she wasn’t already sporting a tipsy crimson glow. “Oh he’s the sweetest thing, but you have got to promise me you won’t let him come to th’weddin in his work slacks!” 
“Hahaha, really? I woulda thought he’d clean up real nice!” 
“Ohh he can! But he gets just sooooo fidgety in formalwear, and he keeps putting off the suit fitting! Drives me friggin’ crazy!” 

Rachael’s eyes widened a tad when she heard Taffy utter the closest thing to a swear word she’d said since the ‘shower incident’. She really must’ve been on her way to sloshed. 

“All fluff and no fashion, sounds like Randal alright.” 
“Awww, but I love his fluffiness really!” Taffy crooned, her head rolling back and a silly grin on her face. 
“I bet he’d say the same about you, especially after that time in the barn…” 
“MORA!! SHUDDUP!” Taffy exclaimed, her arms and legs exploding in a tantrum-like fuss, not unlike a child after their ice cream dropped to the sidewalk. Good thing she’d set her glass down beforehand.
Rachael was shocked and a little scared at first that the evening was going to be over before it had begun, if Mora had touched upon something she shouldn’t have. But when it became clear Taffy was giggling and snorting over the course of her (admittedly adorable) little freakout, she instead grew curious. 
“Uhhh, do I wanna know?” She pensively posited. 
“Oh yeah ya do!” Mora snapped, pouncing forwards where she sat and grinning like a hyena. “So just last week…”

“Nonononoooo! Moraaaa!” Taffy weakly protested.
“Come on girl, it’s alright, you ain’t in trouble. Besides, it ain’t nothing I wouldn’t have done!” 
“Pssssh, like that would rule anything out, what wouldn’t you do?!” 

“Ooooh, ouch!” Mora retorted, a little taken aback that Taffy of all people would be able to dole out a third degree burn outside of the kitchen. “Alright, score one for you.”
“Holy crap, Taffy.” Even Rachael was a little stunned. And impressed. Drunk-Taffy was a beast. 

“Okay okay okay look look look.” Drunk-Taffy sighed and slurred as she cleared her throat and began the -delicate- balancing act of sitting upright in her chair for more than thirty seconds straight. “I’ll tell ya Rach, but you gotta keep it more secret than she did!” 

Mora made a cartoonish display of twiddling her thumbs and glancing up to the ceiling. 

“Sure, Taff, whatever you say.” Rachael nodded, steadily sipping away. Maybe it was the cider going straight to her head, but seeing the unassuming farm-mom volunteering to share what she presumed was some kind of sordid sex story was pretty hot. It did occur to her that Miles would’ve killed to be a fly on the wall at that moment, but she wouldn’t dream of betraying Taffy’s trust like that. 

Besides, even while drunk as a skunk, there was no hiding from that piercing glare of hers she used when she demanded attention, and obedience from her farm-family. 
That, too, was pretty hot. ...Yeah, she thought, the cider was definitely hitting her. 

“Well alright, firrrrst thing you gotta know…” Taffy slurred, raising an index finger and cocking her head as she engaged Rachael completely before diving into her story. “...is that he started it.” 

---

“Rannie? You still in here?” 
“Yeah over here bun! Just finishing up some packaging.”

That was easy enough. Taffy thought she would have had to scour the whole estate looking for him. 

She set down the laundry basket and began hanging the sheets, damp and fresh from the machine. It was a breezy and warm day, so she didn’t expect they would take long at all to dry, but just in case the dark clouds on the horizon flew over to the farm, she’d opted to hang them in the barn where the fresh air could still seep in, and they’d be protected from rain. 

That, and she wanted to ask Randal something about the wedding, and had hoped to still find him in there finishing off his work for the day. It was a little detail really, but one which she’d been putting off asking of him, nervous as she was that any such ‘little details’ could put a spanner in the works ahead of the ceremony, and their future married life together. 

But no, she reflected with a smile as she glanced down at her engagement ring, twinkling in the sunlight beaming in through the open barn doors. It would be fine; her fiancé was a bigger man than that. 

“Phew, finally!” Speak of the devil. “Hey honey, what’s up?” 

“Hey love.” Taffy began, pegging more linen to the line before turning to face Randal. “I just wanted to-” 

He was closer than she thought for one thing, and wearing a lot less than she’d expected to see him in. Not that that was a bad thing at all, when it came to her fluffy, handsome, caring collie lover. A ‘bigger man’ was right, not to mention one with a tufty coat, toned chest and sexy flowing hair. All of which she could appreciate in excess, given how he was dressed in nothing but his comfy, dusty work jeans, along with his own ring matching hers. 

“Ohh my, look at you, handsome.” She giggled, stepping slightly closer. “You haven’t been in here all day, have you?” 

“Nah, just the last hour or so.” Randal answered, stretching both arms above his head. “Mora wanted me to tidy up the extra inventory we’ve got in here for the brewing operation.” 

“Good, I don’t want you getting heat stroke, it can get so musty in here!” 
“I’ll be fine, love.” 
Taffy just smiled and drew in close for a hug. 
“Aww, what’s up lovebun?” Randal cooed, half happy and half concerned. 
“Nothing.” Taffy beamed. “Just happy to see you.” 
Randal gave a short chuckle and hugged her back, albeit slightly gingerly. 
“I’m always happy to see you too. But I’m pretty sweaty n’ sticky right now, I don’t wanna get my dog-stink on you!” He joked. 
“Ohh I don’t mind.” Taffy replied, looking up at him with a sultry smile. “I mean, we could always…” she murmured, pausing and chewing her lips. “...go for a shower?” 

Randal took the clue in a snap. 

“Hmmm, that we could…” he growled, hugging her much more tightly around the waist, now that he’d been given the figurative all clear. She pressed her hands to his torso, fingers rubbing through his soft tummy fuzz with a sultry smile. “But uhh, I think Mora and Minos already beat us to it.” 
“Ohh, raspberries.” Taffy pouted. “They’ll be in there forever.” 
“Well, it’s not like we don’t have options…” He growled, leaning down and smooching her cheek. 
“Like what?” Taffy asked, feeling her heart beat faster as she started to develop a sense of anticipation, with her puppy starting to really take the lead. 
“Well for one thing, all the others are way out in the fields or back at the office, no-one in here but us.” 
“...Wait, here?” 
“Mmhmm.”
“Like, ‘here’ here?” She prodded further, looking around the barn itself, trying her best to pick up any noise from possible interlopers. Sure enough, nothing but the hay bales and beer kegs to keep them company. 
“Here, and now.” Randal added, his hands smoothing down to the bunny’s butt, gently but confidently giving her cheeks a squeeze through her dress. “I’m game if you are, beautiful.” 

Curse him, she thought, his words were like butter in her big floppy ears sometimes, and that handsome smile painted upon his muzzle inspired her to a level of excitement that only he could ever have bestowed upon her. Maybe Mora really was rubbing off on her, or maybe she wanted to get even for all of the times she’d had to begrudgingly ignore the sound of aggressive lovemaking through the walls. Either way, her impulsive sense of adventure had been sparked to life now.

“Go check no-one’s coming, then slide the doors shut.” She whispered, her low volume less out of concern to be heard, given how alone they were, but bashful excitement for the impromptu fling that she still couldn’t quite believe she was agreeing to. “Then you can come find me.” She added with a purr, one leg raised to graze against his outer thigh. 
“Nhhrrr… as you wish.” Randal growled hungrily, before reluctantly disengaging from her embrace to go and oblige his lover’s request. 
“Good boy.” Taffy replied before she hurried over to the ladder and started climbing it up to the rafters where they could nestle more comfortably amongst the hay and anything soft they could find. 
She sucked a deep, shuddered breath in through her lips in a feeble attempt to calm her raunchy heart, making a mental note to herself while starting to peel her clothes off that as fun as this would be, she’d need to be quiet. 

-

“OHH YES! MORE, RANNIE! AAAAH, YES!” 
“Nnnh, sweetie, gotta be quiet-mmh!” 

French kissing was one way to be quiet, Randal supposed. And he was hardly one to talk, with how he’d yelped and howled when Taffy first straddled his waist and slid herself deep down until he was completely inside her. Still, the risk was so worth the thrill, and if anything it made making love to his fiance feel even better. 

Neither one of them would’ve thought before that day that something as simple as a change of scenery could add fuel to their fire, but here they were. Taffy was bouncing on his rigid cock in cowgirl position with all the energy expected of a loving lapine, their clothes scattered around the barn landing like shrapnel from an explosion, and Randal laid back on a hay bale acting as ground zero, his jaws soon sinking into her neck with a sensual growl as his hands controlled her hips. 

“Ohh gawd, mmnnh, oh Rannie, r-right there! Yes!” Taffy continued to cry, gladly surrendering to the power of his grasp as he thrusted fast and firm, hitting just the right spot inside her depths to make her toes curl, breaths short and nerves tingle with delight. 

“Ngh, I love you!” He hurriedly panted. 
“I love you too!” She moaned, one hand on his cheek as the other interlaced her fingers with his own. 
“Ohh Taffy!” Randal barked in passionate obsession, his spare hand reaching up to palm and knead one of her big bouncy breasts, fingernail flicking her nipple while they sprinkled short hot kisses amongst salivating swears that bathed each others’ faces in steamy bliss. 
“Ooooh, you like that, puppy?” Taffy teased, taking a turn of her own to hump her butt down, enveloping Randal’s shaft in her glistening sex time after time. 
“Yes, y-yes…” was all Randal could repeat again and again. 
“Mmmmh, good boy…!” Taffy crooned, baring her neck as Randal took to lapping and nipping at her with gentle love bites, letting her keep the pace, though he still showed his passion and need for her body by sinking his hands into her plump ass to help her ride away.
“Ohh gods, yes right there right there!” Taffy hurriedly cried, eyes clenched shut and mouth opened in a perfect ‘o’ as she grinded him up and down inside her. Her moans grew higher and louder, and his own muffled growls were growing shorter and heftier. Both of them were getting close. 
“Nghhhrrrr, c’mere you…!” Randal barked, abruptly hugging her around the waist with his other palm still caressing her behind. 
“Ahhh!” Taffy gasped with a lustful giggle, gladly surrendering to Randal’s tight lover’s embrace. She clung to him around the shoulders, her breasts rubbing and nipples poking against his chest while Randal kept fucking her, harder and faster. 
“Ohhhh r-raspberries!!” Taffy squeaked, drinking in the scent of her man, the sound of his passionate thrusts, and the delicious feeling of him nearing climax right alongside her. 
“Ohh Taffy, I love you!” 
“I l-l-love you too! Gimme all you got, puppy!” 

That pet name pushed him right over the edge, and a playful yet powerful swat to her right butt cheek did the same right back to her. 
“NGH!” 
“OOOOH~!” 
Randal’s voice lowered into a bestial growl, while Taffy’s heightened into an uneven squeak. The waves of climax came hot and heavy over the both of them, with the collie’s cock pumping hot thick ribbons of seed deep inside her, and Taffy’s sex clenching, fur standing on end and tufty bunny tail quaking with receptive joy. 
Randal kept his hands practically welded to her rear end, fingers pressing and caressing her soft flesh passionately to wring out every last drop of his load…
“Y-Yes… Gimme…” 
Just like he knew she wanted.

-

“So, what was it you wanted to ask?” Randal finally panted, after their afterglow makeout session came to a natural, peaceful close, even if he hadn’t relinquished his grasp on her ass for a moment. 
“O-Ohhh, right. Um…” Taffy mumbled, gazing weakly into his eyes through a cage of frazzled pink strands, her brow sweaty and loins still sensitive, yet she seemed quite relaxed in their improvised hay-bed. “...would you mind if I kept my own surname?”
“...is that it?”
“Mmmm.” 
“Then, nope, not at all!” 
That really was easy, Taffy thought once again with a smile as she happily nuzzled into his neck. 

Since they were evidently on a roll, Taffy considered asking Rannie for another favour, something she expected he would -really- like, if the way he passionately groped her booty was anything to go by.

“Well, well! Looks like I’ve found a couple of slackers!” 

However, that booming, familiar, coy voice from the barn door told them that their luck had run out. 

“Ohh, raspberries.” 

--- 

“HAH! Gods, the look on your faces when you came back down! Like a couple’a kids with their hands stuck in th’cookie jars!” Mora cheered, splashing a dash of cider on her desk.
“Gaaaaaah shut uuuuup!” Taffy whimpered, face cradled in both her hands. 

Rachael, meanwhile, was simply flabbergasted. She had never thought Taffy the type to be so daring, let alone to kiss and tell. Granted, it could have been argued that getting caught by Mora was the first and last nail in the coffin for their little secret, with what a sucker for gossip the boss bovine was, and the flow of booze only lubricating the hinges of sordid conversation further. Rachael just counted her lucky stars that Mora didn’t have the same kind of leverage on her; she and Miles hadn’t exactly been subtle. But surely she’d have known about it by now, right?

“Speaking of which, Miss Alley Cat…” Mora sneered, slapping a palm on Rachael’s knee with moderate force.

...Right? 

“I’ve got a bone to pick with you.” She growled, tightening her fist. 

Right?!

“How did you n’ Miles keep your relationship so hush-hush for so long?!” 

Phew. Right. 

“Oh, we didn’t want to make a scene, and honestly I wasn’t too sure how you two would react. The little lech ain’t exactly been a gentleman to you two, now has he?” Rachael replied, with ‘honestly’ being the pivotal word of it all. She surprised even herself with how easy she found it to level with these two, though it was only fair with how forthcoming Taffy had been. Or perhaps… 
She glanced down at her glass and found it nearly tapped dry. She didn’t know when that happened, but there was no debating now that they had made good stuff. 

“Well that’s sweet of you, but hey, you’re free to make your own mistakes!” Mora joked, reaching for the bottle and wobbling her way over to topping up Rachael’s glass. “Seriously though, he’s not so bad, an’ I think you’re a good influence on him. He seems more, i’unno… with it, these past weeks.” 

“You think?” Rachael blinked, swirling her glass. 

“Maybe, I dunno, just glad someone managed to shut that big mouth of his.” 

“Haaaaah, da’s rich coming from you!” Taffy snorted. 

“Oh you bitch!” Mora turned to the bunny, giving her a playful slap on the arm. “I’m not that bad!” 

“Sweetie, we share a wall, Ran’ n’ I hear eeeeeverythin’.”

“Whole freakin’ house quakes sometimes.” Rachael added. 

“Ganging up on the boss now, are we?” Mora huffed while wandering unsteadily back to her desk chair. “Fine, seeing as ‘kiss n’ tell’ is on the menu, I’ll prove I can be quiet. Remember that one time the High Prime said she needed to borrow Alejandra and Minos for the day?”

“Yeah?” Rachael said, eyebrow raised, while Taffy just nodded between sips, both leaning forwards, attention deadlocked on Mora.

“”Well actually, he kinda… never left.” 

---

“MMMMM!” 
“Shush.” 
Minos let his fingers speak for him, shoving two of them into Mora’s mouth as he held her by the hair in his off hand and continued throttling against her ass from behind. The wet, jiggly clap of her freckled ass cheeks as he fucked her, the thump of the headboard against the wall in front of them and the creak of the mattress beneath them was already enough noise that they risked their cover getting blown before they’d really hit their stride.

He didn’t mean to abscond from his Crest responsibilities, it just sort of… happened. Okay, maybe he did somewhat, he reflected briefly while taking out his frustration on his buxom girlfriend’s behind, not that she was in any position to complain. The way she sucked on his digits and whimpered under the assault of the powerful bull’s thrusts certainly proved that she didn’t mind in the least. 

Ambar had a terrible habit of landing drastic changes of plan on his lap like it was nothing, ever since she’d made the executive decision to settle on Neo Earth. Even after all this time, the wise old bear was still getting in his hair, and spoiling his fun. For once, Minos had thought, he wasn’t going to let her get her way. 

He hadn’t had to move as swiftly or silently in quite some time as he had that morning, and he didn’t like owing a favour to Mora’s business partner, but it was worth it. As long as they could keep the noise levels down, they would still be able to make good on this long day off together they’d been planning for so long. 

Speaking of which… 

“That’s better.” He whispered before rewarding Mora’s silence by massaging down past the small of her back with both hands, taking a weighty and wide grasp around her hips and grinding deeper still inside her. The horny bull huffed his steady pent up exhales through his nostrils, his thumbs prodding at her tailbone while her tail itself shuddered from the impact of his hips on her ass. 

“Nnnnnghhhh~!” Mora growled into the pillow she hugged in her arms like a bear crushing a poor lesser creature. Even from behind Minos could clearly envision the way her eyes rolled backwards in their sockets, moist lips curled into a giddy smile, sweat trickling down her pretty, freckled face. She always did love this position, the only downside of it was him not being able to look her in the eye, but then he didn’t mind making the trade when it meant getting such a glorious close up of her rear end while she clenched so wonderfully around his raging cock. 

Stoic as he was, Minos could never get enough of everything about her ass, even if he’d never admit it to Mora; her ego was certainly inflated enough already. Nonetheless, her smooth, supple skin, her cute freckles pebbling down from her hips, the generous cushioning it gave him whenever he pounded her from behind, and the soft pliant warmth when his hands came in contact… 

“Ngh, c’mon you sexy fuck…” His lover taunted him quietly, words a little hazy as she continued gnawing at the pillow, while curly chestnut brown locks caged her lecherous stare back at him. “...that all you got?!”
Now she had his full attention once again, Minos felt it only fair he comply, whether or not she was really ready. 

The next moment, Minos raised his mighty right hand and swatted it against her ass, digging fingers and nails right in. The resultant clap made thunder sound like a cat bell.
“MNNNNGHH!” 
So much for being quiet. Still, that was another aspect of her bountiful booty he adored. The way his hand sank so generously in, like a pit of quicksand he never wished to escape from. 
He leaned forwards, one hand flat on the wall in front of them, the other fiercely groping her behind; scraping, kneading, tenderising her bountiful butt flesh. Positioned thus, he was ready to roll his hips back and slam inside her tight sex, again and again, with far greater force and unrelenting speed than he’d settled for before. 
Now he was rutting her with the strength of a Crest; a warrior; a proud, purebred Prime. 

“Uuuuugh…!” 
All Mora could do was take it, with a stupid smile painted ear to ear as she ripped the pillow in her arms a new one. 

Minutes of unyielding, unrelenting fucking later, Minos had tossed the bountiful bovine around onto her back, holding her lower body up and pounding her missionary style. Mora gazed up at him with nearly empty eyes, her expression a mask of thoughtless pleasure and exhaustion, with her jiggling milk leaking breasts the cherry on top that Minos ogled with silent satisfaction, hands continuing to claw at her ass from underneath. 
He put more and more of his voice into his thrusts as he drew close to climax, yet gave not a solitary syllable of warning to his partner. He knew she didn’t need it. What she needed, and what he craved right then, was one and the same. So when he leant forwards, lifted her left pillowy breast and slurped her milky nipple into his mouth to drink her cream and suckle with equal parts aggression and care, she gasped with utter joy. 
“M-Minos… Yes…!” 
They understood each other well enough by now, that nothing needed to be said. 
“Please…!”
Though what little WAS said only tantalised him more, as a beautifully brief expression of desire. Not to mention her thighs locking him inside her, making him rock and roll deep inside, his aching member bumping at her cervix and thrumming her sweetest spots deep inside just right.
“Fill me up!”

Ever the caring lover, he sought to satisfy his woman’s needs, in full. 
“UNGH.” 
Even as Minos’ orgasm hit he didn’t stop grinding, squeezing and suckling. 
“MMMMMM!” 
While Mora, immobilised helplessly by a full body tingling high that held her nerves and thoughts and very -soul- captive, kept her mighty bull locked inside her, against her, all around her. 
His balls hitched, gouts of spunk creaming her from the deepest depths and pouring generously around his throbbing member, unloading with excess until thick spurts were gushing like a lewd fountain out from inside her tight vice like cunt. 
Mora thrashed, clung and actually squeaked in high, girlish pitches, a side effect of being forced to stay hushed. 

Yet as much as the both of them wished they could roar their ecstasy to the heavens, they gladly settled for a sweet, supple kiss. 
Their tongues grappled, hips grinded, her nipples still oozing fresh warm milk that moistened his palm and flavoured the kiss itself. Mora didn’t mind her own taste in the least; especially not when it came with a slice of prime beef.

Their lips eased apart only for them to bathe one another’s’ faces in steamy afterglow passion. 

“Wow.” Mora sighed. 
“Mmhmm.” Minos agreed. 
“I’ll say.” Ambar concurred.

They moved like lightning, in a maelstrom of blankets and sweat. But in lieu of wrathful retribution, their sudden voyeur merely bestowed upon them a playful giggle. 

“Relax, loves.” The High Prime purred from where she sat on the windowsill. “Don’t mind me, by all means, continue...” she mused, her calm visage pierced by the icy stare of her arctic blue eyes, surveying the landscape of the Master Bedroom like it was cornucopia just waiting for her to sample. 
“...just make some room for me.”
Minos gulped. He knew that look all too well. They might have been off the hook for now, but that glint in the eye of the Crest of Wisdom told him that he still had a lot of making up to do.

—-

“You’re so full of crap.” 
“No I swear! For real! She didn’t even let us out the bedroom for hours!” 
“Okay, so what happened next?” 
“Can’t say, that’s all she said I’m allowed to share!” 
“Aww, spoilsport!”
“Geez what kinda freaky threeway bullshit you get up to..?!” 

Before Rachael could get any kind of meagre answer out of her, Mora had been distracted by the sight of Taffy spilling a big splash of precious apple nectar on the front of her dress. She didn’t seem to give a crap about any wasted cider by this point considering how hard she was howling with laughter. Taffy’s own snorting and giggling complemented the boss’ deep booming laugh perfectly, but it was hard for Rachael to appreciate the harmony when she herself was snickering like a hyena. 

In throwing her head backwards while clutching her tense sides amidst a toothy grin, Rachael realised just how dizzy she felt. Being plastered was still an unfamiliar feeling by and large for the cat, but one that she thought she could get used to. 

“Phew, where was I…” Mora sighed, wiping a tear from her eye as she caught her breath and set her glass down. Finally, Rachael noted, the wine had made a chink in even her armour. “...oh yeah, you wouldn’t have thought Minos was an ‘ass man’, but boy was I red after that!” She leaned back in her desk chair, creaking it forwards and back with her head craned to the ceiling as if revelling in the memory.

“Tee-emm-aye, hon.” Taffy slurred. “But I guess you did prove you can zip your lip when you have to.” 

“What can I say, he’ll do anything for summa’dis.” She chuckled, giving her own behind a playful swat. 

Rachael grumbled to herself, still undecided on her feelings over the direction their conversation had taken. On the one hand, it brought up a fresh dose of heartache to hear about Minos fucking someone other than her. On the other though, she was getting to hear about Minos fucking. Which was always nice. 
Besides… 

“Whatever, it’s not like I don’t get my fair share.” 

The words slipped out from her mind like a feisty fish out of a fisherman’s oily hands. But there was no reeling them back in, and Rachael didn’t feel too sheepish, certainly not now that Mora had opened this conversational can of worms. 

“Ohh?” Mora cooed with a grin so wide it gave her hips a run for their money. “Miles finally pop yer cherry, huh?” 
“Mora, gawd, language!” 
“Aw, don’t sweat it Taff.” Rachael shrugged. It would take a lot more than that for Mora to get a rise out of her this late, and this far down the alcohol reserves. “Lets’ just say Minos ain’t the only ‘ass man’ on the farm.” 

“Nononono, lets’ not ‘just say’.” Mora huffed, resting her unsteady head on an elbow while leaning over her desk, taking her turn to crane in close to Rachael now. “Actually, I think it’s your turn for storytime.”
“Yeah, dish th’dirt Rachyyy!” 

Rachael could tell where this was going. But the attention was nice, and even if the social lubricant in her glass had a part to play, there was a particular story she thought she could take pride in telling. She glugged back the last dregs in her glass, and leaned the rim towards Mora, who promptly topped her up. 
For a moment, Rach felt like she was the boss for a change. She liked it. 

“Alright, get a load of this.” 

--- 

“I… can’t!” 
“Bullshit! You’re better… than that!” 
“But…”
“But nothing! Come on!” 

Miles made a sound like his soul was evaporating from his body, but he was still on two feet, so Rachael didn’t let up on motivating him. She knew he would thank her later anyway, and they only had a couple of kilometres to go until they were back at the farm where a cool shower and cooler lemonade awaited them. 

But first, they had to survive the workout. A paltry trial for her, though she knew it was going to be a challenge for Miles, the likes of whom had only ever scraped past the 5k mark in the past. So far, he seemed like he’d been coping fine, but he must’ve exhausted his glucose levels and endorphins alike, as his pace had slowed and his breaths strained, like the dry wheeze of a rusty trumpet. 

There had to be a better way of motivating him. What was it Sunny had said the other day, something about flies and honey? Rachael pondered on that as they reached the last hill of the route, forcing her to put an extra spring into her legs just to fight the incline. 

“Woah!” Miles gasped from behind, in what sounded like a particularly painful noise.
“What’s wrong?!” Rachael snapped, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was alright. 
“Your butt looks so good in those.” 
Rachael didn’t know whether to laugh, blush or give him a chewing out. Though perhaps, she thought while still huffing her way up the hill, this was just what Miles needed to kick into high gear. 

“I’ll let you…” she panted, feeling the heat now more than ever. “...have a closer look… if you can beat me.” 
There was no time for her to linger in embarrassment, as the next thing she knew Miles was actually closing the space between them. 

She couldn’t believe that that worked so well. Too well, perhaps, given that by the time they reached the crest of the hill, she could hear his deep breaths closer and clearer than ever. 
To say she wasn’t proud of him would’ve been a lie, but all the same, Rachael knew she’d never hear the end of it if he won.
So she grit her teeth, and as the ground began to slope down once again, she hauled ass the rest of the way, with Miles hot on her heels just behind. 

--

How she hadn't thought of fucking in the shower before, Rachael had no clue. Especially after that unfortunate mishap with Taffy some time ago. But she had to admit, the girl was onto something alright. 

“Nnnhh, c’mon, harder…” 
“You got it babe…” 
“MMMM!” 

Funny how he didn’t complain in the least about being challenged to put more effort into -this- form of exercise. They hadn’t even spent a minute outside before they’d locked eyes and thrown themselves at one another, both wordlessly revelling in the mutual endorphin rush after a workout well done. From there it was a whirlwind of motion and discarded sweatbands, trainers and jogging shorts as they hurried up to the bathroom, where they could wash up and release the last of their stress simultaneously. 

Talk about killing two birds with one stone, she thought as Miles kissed her again. Their tongues swirled and she wrung her fingers through his wet white hair, clinging where he kept her pinned to the wall, his hands squarely on her ass which he used to keep her upright and aloft, thrusting inside her in a hot and heavy rhythm. 

The very fact that he got so close to beating her was reward enough, and besides, it had been some time since they’d last been able to have some fun, with how it had been ‘all hands on deck’ since the farm’s venture into booze-brewing began. She felt like spoiling him a little, and it wasn’t like it didn’t feel good to be heaped with affection like this. 

“Gawd, Rach…” 
Miles seemed to have particular affection for her ass, too. The view of her cheeks plumply cushioned in her snappy jogging shorts was one thing, but the way her behind felt underneath his pressing, caressing thumbs was a wholly different story. 

“Nnnghh, you fuckin’ perv, you like my ass th-that much huh?” 
“Fuck yeah!” 
He didn’t even stutter, or slow his pace. If anything her little taunt made him lean into her harder and fuck her faster. 
“UNGH! Y-Yeah, that’s it, gimme more! F-Fuck me harder!”
She doubled down on the dirty talk just before Miles sank his jaws into the nape of her neck, nibbling and lashing his tongue about while grinding his rigid member against just the right spot inside her to make the tip of her tail swish like a metronome just under his chin, like a caring, coaxing hand egging him on. 
“AAAH! Right there…!” 
He was a fast learner, having put this same kind of pace and force to her before, to great effect. It was a wonderful feeling, not just from the physical stimulation of getting filled, caressed, squeezed and pounded with unflinching passion, but also from knowing it was fuelled by his heartfelt care for her. He could be sweet… on rare occasions. 
Meanwhile, Rach herself was learning that this might be her favourite position yet of those they’d tried so far. She dipped her head, shut her eyes, arched her spine and bumped her butt back against his thrusting hips, relishing the force and heat of the water cascading over her body while she and Miles worked their way to a warming, wonderful sensation of their own. 

“Hhhh, fuck, Rach…” He’d gotten -slightly- better at giving her ‘fair warning’ too. 
“Come on, little more…!” She half whimpered and half snapped, as she felt the blissful crest of climax fast approaching. 
Then, Miles took a surprising turn. Not just by doing what he was told for once, but demonstrating his dedication to her own pleasure too. 
He sucked his breath in sharply, carrying on that tried and tested, hard, fast and deep motion, but without skipping a beat, his right hand sensually massaged around her waist, tickled briefly over the cat’s impressive abs, and rubbed down past those firm muscles to the softer landscape of her mound. There he rubbed with fingers splayed, pressing down hard on and around the hood of her clit.

“AHHH! OH GAWD!” 

She didn’t know where he’d learned that and she didn’t care. It was working, and before she knew it, she was cumming. 

“NNNGHHH!! FUCK! FUCK!” 

She tensed, thrashed, and even smacked her palm against the tiled wall before her to wrench out the waves of pleasure. 

“Good girl… Ohh ffff…!”
Now that Miles was sure he'd done his duty as a good boyfriend, he could indulge himself with a clear conscience and a passionate pace, until he too felt his balls hitch and his climax hit. 
“MNGHH!” 
His face scrunched up as he let pure instinct drive his hips, filling Rachael up while the girl herself was caught in wordless, silent bouts of ecstasy. Masked by the steamy flow of water all around them, he flooded her pussy so generously that he could feel errand spurts pooling back out, trickling down to his balls and dripping heavily down to the drain.
He clung around her waist, hugging tight around her like a tightly fastened backpack, one that wasn’t shy about lifting, cupping and massaging her small but perky breasts. 
Rachael meanwhile was desperately catching her breath, her hands starting to slide down the tiles while Miles’ body released the last of its’ tension into the steamy cloud all around them. 

They both eventually flopped to the floor in a daze, all smiles and awkward laughter. After a minute of further lethargy, Rachael, as the stronger of the two, saw fit to pull Miles to his feet. 

He kissed her slowly and confidently, and she pressed her palms to his chest happily in kind. They shared several more soft kisses while starting to ease their way out of the shower, and while towelling off. 
“You’re something else, babe.” 
“Thanks…” 
She wasn’t sure quite what else to say. She was still getting used to how sincere his compliments were, now that he had proven his genuine commitment to her beyond simply booty calls. The way he smiled and pressed his forehead to hers showed that he knew she was trying, all the same. 
“Well, I guess we’d better get back to it…” 
“We could, or…” 
“...Or?” 
“Or we could get another workout in, in the bedroom…” Maybe it was the rush of the afterglow, but the words came out before she even knew what she was doing. “...if you’ve got your second wind?” 
“Damn, babe…” Miles replied, looking surprised but far from defeated. “...well now, twist my arm, why don’t you?” He joked. 
“Shut up.” Rachael pouted. 
“I’m sorry, kidding.” Miles added. “As if I can say no to that face.” 
“If you did, it’d be 100 push ups tomorrow morning.” 
“Cripes.” That sure knocked the smirk off his face. “Uh, shall we?” 
“After you.” 
That was better. She’d make a beefcake out of him yet. He just needed the right incentives. Flies and honey. 

--- 

“Daaaamn.” 
“Right?! It was funny as shit seeing him limpin’ down the stairs the next morning! Now you know why we were late for breakfast that day, eh Taff?” 

The bunny’s mouth hung open as she leaned back on her chair, out like a light. 

“Whoops, timber, there she goes.” Mora sighed. “Poor girl never could hold ‘er liquor.” 
Mora got up on her feet uneasily, swaying noticeably herself as she patted Taffy on the shoulder. Taffy rose to her feet like a puppet reluctantly allowing its’ strings to be pulled. 
“I’d best get this one to bed.” 

“Ah, sure.” Rachael nodded, hoping that Taffy’s lethargy wasn’t borne of boredom for her story. She got up to her feet too, to stretch her legs, only to realise that doing so had now become a balancing act in itself. 
No, she realised with a slurred, relieved laugh, it wasn’t her story that had lulled Taffy into slumber, but the cider. Even now, she could feel the pull of sleep starting to tug on her mind as well. Not to mention… 
“Actually, nature calls anyway.” She muttered awkwardly.
“No prob. You hit the can, I’ll help ‘bun’ here hit the hay.” Mora replied, trudging out of her office first with their floppy eared and floppy-bodied friend under arm. 
“I gotta admit though,” Rachael added as they slipped out, trying and failing to keep her voice down in her less than lucid state. “This was fun. We should do more stuff like this together, maybe.” 
“Whatcha mean ‘was’?” 
“Huh?” 
Rachael turned back to Mora, only to see the menacing, fiery eyes of a woman whose appetite was far from quenched. 
“Soon as Taffy’s tucked in, I’m grabbing another couple'a bottles. I’ma drink you under the table yet, alley cat.” Mora leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret. “I ain’t even told you ‘bout the time Miles n’ I fucked either, waaaay back when.”
“Ohhh?” Rachael cooed, trying to feign surprise. Banging Mora was one of the first things he’d bragged about after they had hooked up. But she wasn’t about to burst Mora’s bubble, or say no to another free bottle of cider. 
Besides, tempting as her pillow was at that moment, this was too juicy an opportunity to miss. A worthy challenge, and a chance to knock ol’ bossy down a peg or two. The sexy storytelling was just the cherry on top. 
“Bring it on.”