Party Games - One Week Later

This story is an homage to the brilliant erotic animation by Derpixon.

One Week Later

Valentine was first to make herself at home--her golden blonde hair bouncing as she tugged off her jacket, revealing a blue, midriff-baring crop top stretched tight across her enormous chest and skimpy white booty shorts that barely hid the curve of her ass. She plopped down onto the couch like she owned it. Mari lingered in the doorway, her arms folded tightly beneath her oversized black hoodie which hung just low enough to cover whatever might be underneath - with black fishnet stockings running up her pale legs. Her dark hair, streaked with violet, hung in her face. A gold chain looped lazily from her hip.

Sunny had arrived smiling, her bright yellow crop tank hanging loosely, covering very little of her fit midriff. Her denim skinny jeans cinched with a bold gold belt, hugging tight to her long legs. She flitted around the room like the host, even if it wasn't her apartment. Fiona moved like a shadow, quiet and deliberate. Her soft panda onesie trying its best to conceal her curves, but clung to her hips in a way that drew the eye. Her short hair framing a face that rarely spoke, but always watched through delicate frames.

Fiona's apartment was small, warm, and forgettable. Just enough room for four girls and a few too many pillows, the faint scent of microwaved kettle corn and scented candles hanging in the air. The kind of space where nothing wild was supposed to happen. Sunny dropped her overnight bag by the couch and flopped down dramatically. "Okay, I vote we get wine drunk and watch shitty horror movies until we cry."

Valentine's enormous tits bounced as she laughed and threw her arm around Mari. "God, yes. I want to scream at dumb girls who go into basements and do something scandalous!" Mari (half-hidden by her oversized hoodie) knees drawn up to her chest--rolled her eyes. "Well as long as it's different than last weekend."

The words hung in the air and for a beat, no one moved.

Then Sunny snorted, overly loud. "Shut up," she said, waving her hand like it meant nothing. "That wasn't real. That was..." She paused, then looked to Fiona for help. Fiona, standing in the kitchen with a wine bottle in her trembling hands, didn't meet her gaze. "That was just... a party." No one disagreed but no one laughed either.

They put on a movie. Something forgettable with bad jump scares. They drank. The wine eased the underlying tension of the topic none of them were ready to broach. Valentine got louder, draping herself across whoever was closest, her warm body always in motion. Mari mostly watched her through her bangs, feigning disinterest. Sunny kept trying to force conversations back to safe places: the popular romantasy novel, this week's spotify playlist, and recent TikTok trends. Fiona smiled when she was supposed to, but said almost nothing.

No one mentioned the game.

No one mentioned the bunnies.

But it was there. In every flickered glance, every pause just a bit too long.

Two bottles in and Sunny finally said it: "We should play a game!" Valentine perked up immediately. "Like what? Spin the bottle? Truth or dare? Or--" She grinned. "Something actually... fun?"

Mari groaned. "We're not doing THAT again."

"Definitely not," Fiona said quickly.

Valentine pouted but let it drop. "Fine. Then... hot seat?"

Sunny smiled, grateful. "Yes! Simple. No dicks involved!"

Valentine continued to pout. "Booooring."

The game began lighthearted enough. "What's the last text you sent to someone you shouldn't be talking to?" - "Have you ever kissed a girl?" - "What's your weirdest turn-on?" They giggled. They answered half-truths, took sips of wine when they didn't want to answer. The tension cracked open in small places. Until Sunny turned to Fiona and asked sweetly, "What's something that's been stuck in your head all week?"

Fiona blinked. Her lips parted. She looked caught.

"Um..." She glanced at the others, suddenly flushed. "Just... weird dreams, I guess."

Mari smirked from her spot by the beanbag. "Like bunny dreams?"

Fiona's face turned crimson.

Sunny opened her mouth to shush Mari, but Valentine burst into laughter. "Oh my god, same! I had one where I was back on the couch, and he was holding my head down again and--" She stopped herself, biting her lip. "Anyway."

The room was very quiet.

Mari shifted. "Yeah. That was... intense."

Valentine snorted. "Girl, you screamed."

"I did not."

"Actually... you did..." Fiona murmured, suddenly brave.

Mari glanced away, cheeks pink. "It was weird. He just picked me up. As if I weighed nothing."

Valentine grinned lazily. "Aw, You loved it."

Mari didn't answer.

Sunny's voice was softer. "I keep remembering the way it felt when... when he pulled my hands behind my back. Like I was being... used."

No one breathed. Valentine smiled, almost wistfully. "I remember choking on it.."

Fiona's voice, when it came, was barely a whisper. "I liked both of them. At the same time."

The silence was loaded now. Not awkward. Not even uncomfortable. Electric. Sunny ran her tongue over her wine-damp lips. "Sooo what now?" Valentine was the first to speak. "Well, we could play again?" Mari raised an eyebrow. "I am NOT eating all those marshmallows." Sunny smiled and shrugged, but this time it wasn't sweet.

"New rules then: one at a time. Last one to cum wins."

The lights were low, just the soft amber flicker of string lights wound through the curtain rod, casting golden shadows across Fiona's living room. The air felt heavier than before. Warm. Slow. Like it remembered. The girls sat in a loose circle on the rug. Their legs were bare, their cheeks flushed, their thighs pressed together tighter than they had any right to be. In the center sat a simple bowl of marshmallows.

Sunny cleared her throat. "So... one at a time. We take turns. Whoever lasts the longest wins."

Valentine rolled her eyes playfully, stretching her arms overhead until her top rode even higher over her breasts. "Ooh this will be easy!" Mari gave a quiet snort, arms still crossed under her hoodie, striped thigh-highs hugging her pale legs. "Remember what happened last time?" Fiona didn't say a word. But her lips parted as she reached for a marshmallow.

The second her fingers touched it, the air changed. This time there was no sound. No flash. Just the feeling. They were here. The bunnies.

Larger than life. Silent. Hulking. Their strange, cartoon-like heads bobbing above thick, veiny, semi-translucent bodies--already erect, cocks twitching as they breathed. The soft glow of the lights caught on their slick, pulsing lengths. They waited.

This time, there was no fear. Only need.

Valentine didn't hesitate. She rose with a grin, dragging her tight blue crop top over her head, letting her enormous breasts bounce free with pride. Her white booty shorts slid down her thighs as she sauntered forward, her hips swaying with every step.

"Let's make it messy," she purred, dropping to her knees between them.

The first bunny stood tall, cock already swollen and twitching. She wrapped her lips around it immediately, letting the heat and weight of it stretch her jaw. Her throat opened wide, her moans vibrating through the shaft. But it was the second bunny that made her shudder. He crouched behind her, not rushing. His enormous hands skimmed up her body, slow and firm, cupping her tits from behind. He squeezed, not roughly, but assertive. His fingers mashing her soft flesh, thumbs teasing her nipples until they were stiff and aching. She gasped around the cock in her mouth, hips pushing back instinctively.

His mouth found her neck. His hands molded her body like dough, spreading her wide while the first bunny slid in and out of her throat, groaning low. The one behind her let her feel his cock pressing thick and hot against her soaking folds, teasing but not entering yet.

"Fuck yes," she mumbled around the shaft, saliva dribbling down her chin.

When he finally entered her, she shuddered instantly. Her hips jerked, cunt clenching so hard around the first few inches of him that she cried out, gagging on the cock still stuffed in her mouth. But the bunnies didn't stop. They used her, held her open, groped her tits, stroked her clit with fat fingers while she was slowly, beautifully destroyed.

Her orgasm built; deeper, rolling through her like thunder. She sobbed into the cock in her throat, her body arching, tits crushed in huge hands as she shattered with a squeal. Cum filled her mouth--hot, thick, shooting straight into her throat as she gulped greedily. The bunny behind her groaned and pumped a huge load into her pussy, his hands still pinching her nipples as her walls milked him.

She collapsed forward, legs twitching, moaning into the rug.

Beep. 2 minutes. A soft, delicate chime - an ethereal sound from somewhere around them.

"Oh no, that's not gonna win." she breathed, drooling and dripping. "But I AM gonna need a towel!"

Mari stood slowly, dark eyes heavy-lidded under her messy black fringe. She peeled her hoodie off with calculated indifference, revealing a tight black crop top that clung to her pale chest, nipples already poking through the thin fabric. Her striped thigh-highs hugged her legs like ink.

"Whatever. I can take it this time," she muttered.

The bunnies moved toward her like shadows with intent. One lifted her effortlessly; his strong hands wrapping under her thighs, spreading her in the air as her soaked panties were pulled aside. Her pussy glistened in the warm glow of the room. The thick head of his cock slid against her lips, teasing her with slow, steady pressure. The other bunny stepped behind her and reached for her throat. Mari's lips parted, caught somewhere between fear and surrender. He wrapped a large hand loosely around her neck. Just enough to remind her she was his. Her breath hitched. Her pussy clenched. When the first bunny pushed into her, she gasped loud and raw--her arms hanging limp, head tilted back as her cunt stretched to accommodate him. The second nudged against her tight ass, fingers spreading her open slowly, deliberately.

Mari moaned, sharp and broken. "... please."

Her body jolted as they pushed into her, both cocks slowly driving into her at once. Her thighs trembled in their grip, her nipples stiff against her top, her eyes fluttering closed. Then he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. Her head tipped back, throat arched, and a ragged sound escaped her mouth. She was being used, and she wanted every second of it.

Her orgasm hit like a shiver; small at first, then rolling through her until her whole body jerked in the air, a whine caught in her throat as she came around both cocks, her ass clenching tight. The bunnies didn't stop. They chased her peak with deep, relentless thrusts. Their groans were low, primal, and almost synchronized. They erupted inside her at the same time--stuffing her full with thick, hot cum that leaked out around their shafts even before they pulled free.

They lowered her to the rug like a gift. Mari lay limp, eyes half-closed, cum seeping from her stretched holes.

Beep. 4 minutes.

Mari groaned. "I think I blacked out for a second."

Sunny was already squirming when she stood.

"I can beat that, Mari!"

Her yellow tank flowed loosely over her curves, and her jeans were visibly damp. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink, her breathing shallow and excited. She smiled wide. "Let's mix it up."

She didn't strip completely. Instead, she laid back against the couch, jeans shimmied down below her knees - just far enough to expose her puffy pink pussy, glistening in the soft light. Her tank top had ridden up, one nipple barely peeking free. She knelt back and spread her legs just a bit, still constrained by the skinny jeans around her ankles and looked up at the two looming bunnies.

"Well?" she teased. "Show me what those tongues can do."

One bunny dropped to his knees between her legs. His head dipped, and within seconds, Sunny's moans filled the room. He was skilled, his tongue broad and strong, licking up her slit slowly before focusing on her clit. Short, teasing circles. Then long, dragging strokes. He alternated pressure with finesse, lapping up her juices as she rocked against his face. The second bunny moved behind her head, pulling her tank up fully to expose her breasts. He cupped them in both massive hands, thumbs grazing her nipples as she gasped and arched.

Mari was touching herself now, staring at Sunny's twitching hips. Fiona was curled on her side, one hand between her legs, the other gently rubbing against Valentine's thigh. The room was wet with sound and breath and longing. Sunny whimpered as the first bunny pushed a thick finger inside her and curled it perfectly. His tongue never left her clit. She climaxed with a gasp and a squeal; her legs kicking, back arched, hips grinding against his face and hands gripping his long bunny ears as she came. Her juices soaked his face and chin.

The second bunny stroked her thighs and rubbed her nipples while she rode the aftershocks. Only then did they take her. The one between her legs lifted her up and slid into her with one perfect thrust. She was slick, aching, ready. The second bunny stepped forward, and she opened her mouth eagerly. Her moans were muffled as she sucked greedily, spit spilling from her lips while the first bunny slammed into her pussy with long, delicious strokes that made her toes curl.

She came a second time with a scream, cunt fluttering around the thick shaft inside her.

The bunnies grunted and filled her, mouth and pussy both, until she collapsed back into the couch, dripping from both ends, her smile lazy and fucked-out.

Beep. 5 minutes

She giggled through heavy breaths. "They definitely improved their technique."

"Hey no fair, you got to cum twice!" Valentine complained through hazy, lustful eyes in the corner.

Fiona stood last.

She was already trembling. She slowly peeled off her onesie with soft, hesitant hands, baring herself inch by inch, revealing her completely nude body beneath.

"Fiona you minx! You go girl!" the others chimed in.

She didn't wait for the bunnies to grab her. She walked to them on her own, shyly, and got on all fours, her small body glistening in the warm light. She looked up, blushing. "C-Can I go slow?"

They didn't answer, but they waited. The first bunny lay on his back, his cock standing tall. Fiona climbed on top of him, small fingers wrapping around the shaft. She lowered herself slowly, carefully guiding his tip into her. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as her pussy stretched wide inch by inch. Her knees quivered. Her hips rocked forward, gradually taking more.

Mari let out a soft moan as she watched, her hand moving again. Sunny leaned into her, kissing her neck. Valentine's fingers were still wet, circling her own clit. Fiona started to grind, back and forth in slow waves. Her clit slid against his shaft with each motion, her tiny body twitching from the pressure. The second bunny stepped behind her, fingers brushing her spine.

She reached back, bit her lip, and nodded. He lined up and teased her ass with slow, wide strokes over her entrance. He didn't force it, he let her relax until she took him herself. She pressed back, breath shaking, ass spreading wide around the thick cock as she impaled herself on both. Her mouth hung open in a silent moan, eyes glassy with lust.

The bunnies let her make the first move. She started the rhythm. Grinding her hips. Bouncing slowly. Her clit rubbed against the base of the one beneath her as both shafts filled her, stretched her, pushed into places that made her whimper with every thrust. Her orgasm built like a fever. She rocked faster. Her hands pressed against the bunny's chest for leverage. Her thighs shook, sweat dripping down her back.

And when she came, it was loud. A cry pulled from deep in her chest as her whole body locked, pussy and ass clenching hard, juices pouring down her thighs as she lost control. The bunnies started moving harder then, finishing what she began. They came deep inside her, both holes flooded, hot and thick and so, so much. Cum oozed out of her before she even collapsed, face-down, small body twitching.

Beep. *Fanfare*

She whimpered. "I... I guess that means I win again?"

The four of them lay across the rug and couch, sprawled, sticky, panting. The bunnies were gone. Only the thick scent of sex remained; sweet, musky, charged. Fiona curled up beside Mari, their skin slick. Sunny and Valentine grazed each other lazily, hands still wandering. No one said anything for a long time.

Finally, Sunny broke the silence.

"So... movie night at my place next week?"

The others didn't answer, they just smiled.