Naughty Girls go to Hell by Kinto Mythostian It was the end of another day in the Naughty Level, a day that had been stuffed full of fabulous fun, fantastic friends, and frequent naughtiness. Bridget Fieldstone was snuggled warm in her bed with her best friend Josephine Bordeaux at her side, her bare white fur pressed close to the bay filly's back. Bridget was just nodding off to sleep when her sharp lapine hearing picked up the soft sound of padded footsteps on her bedroom floor. "Bridget?" a small voice asked plaintively. "Amy? What is it?" Bridget rolled over and propped herself up to look at her sandy-furred little sister. Amy was standing there in her soft pink footie pajamas, her ears drooping. "Bridget? What's going on?" Josephine asked muzzily, rolling over to get a better look. "It's just Amy." "Hi, Josephine. Bridget, I can't sleep." Amy was a good actor, but Bridget knew her sister too well to be seriously worried by her quavering tone. She played along anyway because Amy looked so adorable when she feigned fright. "Oh really? And why not?" "There's a monster under my bed." "Amy, that's just Ted. You know he won't eat you unless you want him to." "Can I sleep with you and Josephine?" "And the truth comes out. Of course you may, Amy. Come here." Bridget gently lifted her sister up and set her down between herself and Josephine. "Hey there, pipsqueak," Josephine said and playfully poked Amy's belly, causing her to giggle. Bridget lay back down, face-to-face with her favorite filly, with Amy nestled in between them. It felt like they had all known each other for years, but by Bridget's own reckoning, she had only been dead a week or so. That fateful night, the Fieldstone family had been driving home from a school play in which Amy had had a starring role. The other driver had been drinking; he never even hit the brakes. Their parents survived the ensuing wreck with only minor injuries; Amy, though, was killed at the scene, and Bridget died several days later in the hospital without ever regaining consciousness for more than a few seconds at a time. Bridget had arrived in Hell and been greeted by the albino hippopotamus Hellguardian Mishaelareevolokin, who had promptly and kindly explained to Bridget that everything she thought she knew about the afterlife was wrong. What was even more of a shock, however, was finding out that her sister was already there and having the time of her life (figuratively speaking). In retrospect, Bridget considered, she probably shouldn't have been surprised at how well and how quickly her sister had adapted. Amy had always possessed a marvelously vibrant imagination, and being in a world where she could do almost anything she could dream up without fear of injury or recrimination was, quite ironically, paradise. After a tearful reunion, Amy had wasted no time in introducing her sister to all her new friends, including Josephine. The filly had been serving as a surrogate big sister for Amy; Bridget was worried there might be conflict but instead she found herself liking Josephine at least as much as Amy did. Now, the three of them were as close as any family, if not closer. Amy and Bridget missed their parents terribly, but having each other and Josephine helped to soften the pain significantly. They understood that it was only a matter of time until the whole family would be together again. Bridget tenderly hugged her sister close beneath the covers with one arm and stroked Josephine's black mane with her other hand; the filly had already fallen back asleep. Amy wriggled free of Bridget's embrace and crawled deeper under the covers. "Amy? Where are you going?" Bridget whispered. The young bunny put her finger to her lips and silently pointed at Josephine. Bridget smiled; Amy was absolutely incorrigible sometimes. Amy gently pressed her petite pink nose to Josephine's genitals. The filly sighed quietly in her sleep. Amy poked her tongue out of her mouth and licked slowly, smoothly around Josephine's vulva. The filly fidgeted and flicked her tail as her arousal grew. Amy continued her loving ministrations and Bridget began to stroke Josephine's graceful equine face. Carefully, so as not to wake her prematurely, Bridget drew Josephine close and kissed her on the lips. At the same time, Amy pressed her small fingers inside Josephine's vagina. With an ecstatic moan, Josephine blinked awake to the sight of Bridget gazing lovingly into her eyes. She drew her friend deeper into a passionate kiss, tongues twining in romantic passion. "Oh, Bridget, that feels wonderful," she moaned blissfully. Bridget smiled and displayed her empty hands. As if on cue, Amy rubbed Josephine's clitoris, eliciting a euphoric whicker from the filly. "Oh devil, yes... Do that again, Amy..." Amy obliged. "Mmmm... You know, Bridget, I think something's missing." "Something missing?" Josephine smiled enigmatically. Then Bridget yelped in pleasant surprise; while she had been gazing at her friend, the filly's hand had surreptitiously been making its way down to the bunny's own genitals. Without delay, Josephine's fingers began to probe Bridget's already moist vagina, softly stimulating the warm pink flesh therein. Soon the older bunny and the filly were both moaning in pleasure, both of them drawing closer to orgasm. Josephine came first with an ecstatic neigh, her warm juices squirting out over Amy's fingers. Amy happily lapped up the filly's sweet cum and licked her nethers clean. Amy rolled over and began to help bring her sister to climax. All it took for Bridget was the added sensation of that wonderful little tongue against her vulva to send her over the edge. She gasped sharply as she came, stickily coating Josephine's fingers and Amy's nose with her juices. As she had done with Josephine, Amy cleaned her big sister, her probing tongue finding every errant drop. As Josephine and Bridget basked in their respective afterglows, Amy crawled back up between them. She giggled as they both kissed her on the nose; she still tasted sweetly of their cum. All three of them petted and stroked each other, each smelling faintly of musk and sweat, warm and cozy in their bed. "I don't know what I did to deserve you two," Josephine sighed, "but whatever it was, you have no idea how glad I am that I did it." Amy smiled and snuggled close to her, the bunny's ears tickling her chin, and Bridget nuzzled her affectionately. "But you know," Josephine said slyly, "I was trying to sleep. And one of us hasn't cum yet." "Do I need to be punished?" Amy asked. The little bunny's tone of voice would have suggested fear to someone who didn't know her well, but her expression betrayed her barely contained glee. Bridget winked at Josephine. "I think so, Amy," she said, "you know how Josephine hates to be woken up." "I think you know what happens to little bunnies who wake me up." "The noose?" Amy asked, unable to completely keep the enthusiasm from her voice. "Mm-hm." "But I promise I won't do it again." "Amy, don't make a promise you don't intend to keep," Bridget teased, "after all, liars go to Hell." They all had a good laugh at that and tumbled out of bed. Bridget held Amy in her arms as Josephine rummaged in the drawers, looking for the noose amidst the assortment of lethal weapons and sex toys. When she found it, Josephine strode to the center of the room and tossed the end up towards the ceiling. The rope automatically knotted itself around the light fixture and adjusted itself to the perfect height. Bridget carried Amy over and held her lovingly as Josephine fitted a pair of pink padded handcuffs around Amy's wrists, securing them behind her back. Josephine looped the noose around Amy's throat and pulled the knot snug against her neck. Bridget and Josephine softly kissed Amy on her cheeks and Bridget let go. Amy hung in midair, twisting and writhing, her pajama footied feet pedaling at nothing. She smiled gleefully as the coarse rope crushed her windpipe, restricting her breathing. Josephine opened the 'trapdoor' on the back of Amy's pajamas, gently tweaked Amy's adorable cotton ball tail, and pressed her nose to the young bunny's furry little butt. Amy gurgled pleasurably as Josephine's wide equine tongue slurped at her delicate arousal, urging her on. Bridget stepped forward and stroked her sister's ears. She tenderly planted kisses across Amy's face: on her cheeks, on her forehead, and on her nose and lips as they slowly turned a pleasing shade of blue. Between Josephine caressing her vagina, her sister's loving kisses, and the asphyxiating noose around her throat, Amy was in ecstasy. It didn't take long for her to reach her own climax, and a strangled moan of joy emerged from her throat as her cum dribbled onto Josephine's waiting tongue. Bridget nuzzled Amy's nose and gave her one more kiss on her forehead. "Good night, Amy. We'll see you tomorrow. I love you." Amy could only gurgle in response, but Bridget knew she meant "I love you, too." Bridget grasped Amy's ankles and pulled down, forcing the noose to close tighter around the dangling bunny's throat. Amy gasped and twitched, her legs squirming in Bridget's secure grip. Her cheeks turned several shades of purple beneath her sandy fur before she blacked out and fell limp, her eyes closed and a smile frozen on her face. Amy's bladder emptied and Josephine caught the stream on her tongue, funneling the warm liquid down her own throat to keep it from staining the bunny's pajamas. The filly refastened Amy's trapdoor and straightened up, licking her lips. "I know I've said it before, but you have the best little sister in the world. Even her piss is sweet." "Oh really? Let me taste." They drew together and kissed. "You know, I think I could go for another round..." "Is that a fact?" "Mm-hm..." Bridget playfully tickled Josephine's vulva. "I just might have to take you up on that..." *SCHLURMPH* A noise from the direction of the hallway that led to Amy's bedroom made Bridget and Josephine both turn to look. A horrible violet beast was standing in the doorway. Its feet were adorned with angry yellowed talons that could easily tear a grown furson in two, itching to cruelly snatch up anything the beast coveted; its arched back bristled with proudly polished foot-long spikes and grotesque bony protuberances; its gluttonous, distended belly dragged slothfully on the floor; and its repugnantly grinning maw was crowded with a vicious forest of fangorious teeth. It was staring at them lustfully with a bulging pair of unblinking envy-green eyes. "Hey, Ted," Bridget said nonchalantly. "Hey, Bridget. Josephine." Chtedzhvordjgyrranuusbdrax the Monster Under the Bed ("Ted" to his friends) nodded to Amy dangling from the ceiling; "I thought I heard something." "We were just having some fun before we went to sleep is all," Josephine explained. Ted nodded knowingly and began to turn to go. "Ted, wait a second..." Bridget spoke. The monstrosity stopped and looked back. Bridget and Josephine had their arms around each other and were smiling playfully. "Do you have room for two in that belly?" -- Author's notes First draft began December 11, 2009. First draft completed December 11, 2009. Editing completed December 23, 2009.