Tripunn doesn't know how it happened, but here he is, the poor tiger only an inch tall and lost in the local park, standing near a tree and hoping it's one that some dog doesn't want to pee on. He quickly makes his way around the trunk, unsure of how he's going to get back to his normal size when he runs right into a large solid, yet somewhat soft, surface. Looking up, he sees a large shoe. Looking up further, he sees the socks sticking out of the opening, leading to white furred legs. His gaze travels upwards, along those fuzzy legs and realizes he's in the perfect position to get a look up this young bunny girl's skirt, seeing her white cotton panties with carrots printed on them, the fabric worn enough that he can just barely make out her privates through them. Unfortunately, the impact has alerted her to his presence and she looks down, seeing something tiny. A short squat later, bringing those panties down for a close-up before they're hidden behind the rim of the skirt, and she's looking at him intently.
	The tiger is facing up at the horrifying visage of the young bunny girl, her cute face hovering inches away, green eyes drinking in every detail of his form. She looks to be about nine or ten years old at the most. She's obviously curious about the tiny little shrunken adult, and that smile that slowly kreeps into her face betrays that curiousity as subtly as a firework. Big pudgy fingers reach down and lift the feline up, giving him the feeling of going up in an elevator multiplied by two, and bringing him up in front of her face and cute wiggling pink nose.
	"Aww, you're so cute and little! My name is Tina! What are you? Are you lost, little kitty?" she asks, still smiling innocently and reaching forward to gently stroke at him.
	He winces as the large digit makes contact, the little girl handling him just a little too roughly. "I-I'm not lost. I don't know how I got this tiny, but I really need some he-" he's suddenly cut off by an older woman's voice calling for Tina. She suddenly looks concerned as she looks down at her little toy.
	"Oh no. That's my mommy! We'll have to talker later, little kitty." She finishes without giving him any chance to object. She looks down at her skirt, wishing it had pockets. Suddenly, she gets an idea that makes her feel good and gives her a new kind of tingle as she looks over the little cat. Her free hand reaches down to lift her skirt and then opens the rim of those white carrot-print panties. The tiger looks at that opening with a new feeling of dread. It's all too obvious what this young mind is thinking of doing. "I don't have pockets, but you'll be safe in my panties. I'll keep you warm!" And with that, he's gently shoved in the rim before being let get, sliding down the fabric. his back being rubbed by the cotton, his front rubbed by the girl's soft white fur and slight pudge, until he's resting against the young bunny's private area, young lips easily larger than he is. Heat and a faint female bunny scent permeate the atmosphere. It starts out a little comfortable, but that quickly disappears as the bunny begins to run over to her mom to get into the car. The up and down motions and her shifting body help drag him even lower, more and more of his body wedged between the soft fabric of her panties and that warm slit of her virgin vagina. His head is just above the hood where her nub is hiding, his tail slips down between her legs and barely brushes the bunny's soft buttocks. She has a seat and the tiger is all but locked in place under her tremendous weight.
	The ride home is uneventful, but not comfortable at all for the little cat. Each and every shift of the bunny girl in the seat, rolls her weight around on top of him, dragging him lower, smooshing those lips into his body, wedging his tail further against her cheeks and slipping steadily deeper into her crack. That colossal cunny threatens to cover up his head soon, the opening so close that he can see the little nub of a clitoris, so close that the scent of young bunny is being forced right into his nostrils. She giggles a few times during the ride, wiggling and grinding herself onto the tiny little thing trapped against her special area, enjoying the tingles, forcing the tiger to rub against those lips with his entire body, arms out and pressing against the young girl's soft nether fur to, fruitlessly, brace himself.
	When they arrive home, the bunny girl practically leaps from the car, rushing into the house and up to her room. The feline is rubbed on both sides by her pudgy thighs and the lips that press down from above as the bunny's footsteps echo like thunder on the wooden floor.
	Suddenly, he feels weightless. The girl's weight vanishes as well, and the cat feels as if he's in free fall, a tingling sensation in his stomach from the lack of gravity. And just as suddenly as the sensation came, it vanishes with a slam. Tina's body lands on something, something soft, plowing into him, forcing droplets of his saliva to ride the air jettisoned from his lungs, a loud "GACK" noise coming from the panty occupant. He breathes rapidly to try and refill his lungs, listening to the giggles of the bunny girl above and the sounds of her shoes being removed, dropped onto what sounds like a carpet below.
	"Oops. Sorry, little kitty. I guess I didn't think about what would happen if you were under me and I jumped in bed!" As she undresses, skirt soon removed and leaving only the panties, more light seeps in through the white fabric, giving Tripunn a better view of the girl's nethers. He can see that they're young and virgin, the lips soft and supple against him, the little clit still hiding in its hood. Looking below it, when the light hits the lips just right, he can see her pee hole, a musky scent flowing from it and into his nose whenever he breathes. Below, he can feel the heat blasting from her vaginal opening, the young girl's body seemingly active.
	"Sis, who are you talking to?" Comes another voice, almost identical to Tina's. The implications of this new voice send shivers down the cat's spine. Footsteps can be heard on the floor before the bed Tina is sitting on shakes, rubbing the feline up against her privates once more, causing her to giggle.
	"Oh hey, Lina. I brought back a little friend from the park!" She exclaims matter of factly as she reaches into the panties, light flooding in, and scoos her little friend out. His body gently ground against her lips on the way up, causing her to shudder. The air outside is cold and chilling after being in the dark, hot, humid panties for so long. When his eyes adjust, he looks up, his worst fears realized. Above him are two identical bunnies, both of them looking at him with that same curious expression and innocent green eyes. "I don't have pockets in my skirt, so I had to keep him in my undies. He-it felt so...so..." she gulps as she searches for the right words and then finally coos, "goooood."
	Short pudgy fingers pluck the tiger from Tina's hand and slowly bring him to another raised skirt, this one belonging to Lina. The tiger can't believe what's happening as he's passed from one little girl to the other, treated like a community sex toy. Lina is a bit more hesitant than Tina, and Tripunn feels that maybe he can get her to help him instead of shoving him into her panties against her young crotch, but Tina has other plans. She helps her sister out by grabbing the cat and pluging him right into the warm cotton prison, trapping him up against another set of young privates, the large body shuddering immediately as he slides into place. The panties snap shut and he is right back in the same hell from before.
	Lina shudders again, the tingly feeling tickling at her body and her mind. "So good...good," she coos quietly as she shifts her body, grinding the tiny cat into her. Lina soon lays on her back, her legs going to either side as her crotch is exposed to her twin. Below, her bunny tail wiggles back and forth happily as she enjoys the sensation. "He's my little tickle~" she says happily as her hands grip the bed sheets.
	Tina can feel that same sensation coming back just from watching her sister enjoy the cat. She stares at that crotch, the wriggling bulge exposed, showing just where that poor cat is. She feels the urge to do something, but she's not quite sure what. Tina soon lowers Lina's panties, exposing her crotch to the open air, the feline finally given room to get up. Tripunn can't get very far, however, as another naked crotch, Tina's, slams down on top of him. Lina gasps as the weight comes to rest on top of her, causing her legs to fold in, wrapping around her waist.
	Tina begins to shift up and down, back and forth, getting into a slowy rhythm as she grinds herself against her twin, the helpless cat caught in the middle as those massive sets of lips rub all over him, the bunny scent worked deep into his fur. The two girls start breathing rapidly, heavily, their bodies pressing against each other and rubbing more and more. Their heat and scent becomes more intense the longer this goes on.
	As their lips begin to wetten, the tiger finds himself slipping against them much more easily, those young cunnies lubing him up during their play. In that maelstrom of musk and flesh as the cubs continue to grind, the feline finds his lower half soon engulfed by one of the girls. She lets out a loud gasp and tenses up, her young tunnel gripping down on his body. A thud and shockwave runs through the tunnel as Tina falls backwards off of her sister, head landing on one of the pillows.
	"Are you ok, Tina?" Lina asks, crawling up to her and looking at the now wet cunny. She sees half of the tiger sticking out of that opening that she was told  was her own private girl tunnel.  "D-does it feel good, Tina?" She asks quietly, reaching down to brush her fingers against her sister's lips.
	"Ver-" she gasps "very good! He feels good inside of my tunnel!" she whispers excitedly, her legs splayed and her crotch exposed.
	A shadow soon falls over the tiger and Tripunn looks up from his prison, pausing his assault on the girl's hungry twat walls to see the most horrible sight. Lina is slowly coming down, her lips lining up with Tina's. Female juices leak from her tunnel like a drooling monster as it gets closer, the tunnel inside already quivering from the thought of slurping up this little cat. And soon, slurp it does, those lips shlicking and slurping as they finally make contact with her sister's, creating a meaty seal with their privates, trapping him halfway inside each of them.
	When they make contact, both sisters feel their bodies acting funny, a pressure rolling through them as their eyes widen and then clench shut. Their wiggling tails hold completely still and they embrace against one another as hard as their arms and legs will allow. They keep their voices in check, not wanting to alert their mother to this naughty activity as both of them have their first climax right on top of the poor feline, walls locking down and squeezing him all over, these young virgin bunnies dominating this tiger utterly and entirely.
	Soon, footsteps are heard coming from the hallway, much larger and more powerful than the girls. They know it's their mother and soon yank the blankets up and around their necks. They roll until they're side by side, lips still touching, the cat still sealed inside. Both girls close their eyes and try not to breathe too fast until their mother finishes checking on them and turning out the lights.
	When the coast is clear, the girls open their eyes and smile at each other. A little eskimo kiss with their noses before they soon fall asleep, bodies interlocked with their little cat trapped firmly inside them both. They would have a few rather nice dreams, ensuring that the feline got little to no sleep the entire night. They would soon wake up again in time to play with their little "tickle" in the morning.