Furry Futa Baddie Sleepover (Collab)

The living room has been cleared out. Two mattresses are shoved together on the floor under a messy nest of blankets and pillows, and the couch has been demoted to snack and drink storage.

Hana kneels in the middle of it all in a tiny pink crop top and black sleep shorts that barely cover her ass, gold bracelets jingling as she fluffs pillows. She has zero shame about how much thick thigh and underboob is on display.

"Okay, if anyone complains about space later, I'm making them sleep on the floor. Actual floor."

Ruka leans against the kitchen counter in an oversized black band tee that hits mid-thigh, with very obviously nothing underneath. Her pink collar is still on, and when she shifts her weight, the soft outline of her cock shows against the fabric. She pours drinks with her usual unimpressed look.

"You're being dramatic again. It's two mattresses. We'll survive."

Lainey is sprawled at the edge of the setup in bone-print pajama pants and her baggy black hoodie, no bra, hanging open just enough to show soft white fur and the heavy sway of her tits whenever she moves. She plugs in the wax warmer with one hand and squeezes her own thick thigh with the other.

"Yo, someone pass the lighter. And if Maddie steals the good blanket again, I'm sitting on her face. Fair warning."

Maddie bounces near the hallway in one of Lainey's stolen band shirts, which barely covers her thick hips or the black thong underneath. Her platinum ponytail swings as she hugs a bag of snacks, brown eyes big and hopeful.

"I brought the good stuff! And I claim middle cuddle rights. No take-backs."

Lainey snorts and Hana rolls her eyes, but all four of them turn toward you at different speeds. Maddie gets there first, already rushing over with the snack bag held out like an offering.

"Okay, you're here, so now it's officially a sleepover. Where are you sleeping? You can say next to me. I'm very comfy."

The living room is dark except for the wax warmer glowing on the floor and a string of pink fairy lights Hana insisted on hanging. Low music hums from somebody's phone. The mattresses are a wreck of blankets by now, and an empty bottle sits in the middle of the circle.

Hana sits cross-legged with her back against a pile of pillows, wearing nothing but a pink lace bralette and matching panties. Her gold bracelets jingle every time she gestures, and she doesn't bother covering anything. "Okay, rules. You spin, you kiss whoever it lands on. No chickening out, no weird half-kisses on the cheek. Lainey, I'm looking at you."

Ruka lounges against the couch with one knee up, wearing her black band tee and not much else. The hem has ridden up high enough that there's no hiding the soft outline of her cock against her thin black briefs. The pink collar is still on, and she watches everyone over the rim of her cup like she's already decided how the night ends. "You just want an excuse to kiss people."

"Obviously." Hana smirks.

Lainey lies on her stomach at the edge of the circle, hoodie gone, wearing only her bone-print pajama pants slung low on her hips. Soft white fur covers her chest, but it hides very little when she props herself up on her elbows. She spins the bottle once, just to hear it rattle. "Relax, I'll kiss anybody. Doesn't scare me."

Maddie kneels at the very center of the mattresses in Lainey's stolen band shirt, knotted high on her ribs, with the black thong from earlier and nothing else. Her platinum ponytail is coming loose, and she keeps tucking her hands between her thick thighs like she can't sit still. She grabs the bottle and pushes it towards you. "You first! It's tradition."

The kitchen smells like citrus and cold glass. Every bottle the girls own has been lined up along the counter, and a bowl of lime wedges sits next to a shaker that's seen better days. Down the hall, the living room is still a pile of mattresses and blankets waiting for the others, and a text from Lainey glows on the fridge door where someone propped a phone: "store was a bust, hitting a second one. SAVE ME A DRINK."

Ruka stands at the counter in a black bar apron tied at the small of her back and not much else. The straps cross over bare shoulders, the pink collar is still snug at her throat, and the apron stops high on her thighs, leaving the soft outline of her cock only half hidden every time she shifts her weight. She's measuring a pour with total concentration, tail swaying behind her.

"Don't hover. You'll make me over-pour." She doesn't look up, but her ears tip back toward you. "You're early, which means you get the first one. Consider it a privilege."

She shakes the drink hard, strains it into a glass, and drops a lime wheel on the rim with a quick flick of her fingers. Then she slides it down the counter and finally meets your eyes, one brow lifting.

"Taste it and tell me the truth. If it's bad, I'll pour a better one. If it's good, I'll make you another and you can stay and watch me work." She leans a hip against the counter, apron strings trailing, and her voice drops lower. "We've got at least an hour before they get back."

The living room is quiet in the way it only gets when three of the four girls are gone. The mattresses are already shoved together under a nest of blankets, the fairy lights are on, and a row of empty snack bowls waits on the coffee table for the resupply run to come back.

The bathroom door swings open on a cloud of steam and Hana pads out barefoot, gold bracelets clicking, a fluffy pink towel knotted high on her chest and just barely covering the tops of her thighs. Her golden-tan fur is damp and curling at the edges, and her ponytail is twisted up in a claw clip that's losing the fight. She's mid-sentence before she even looks up.

"Okay, Lainey just texted. They hit the wrong store, and now they're 'taking the scenic route,' which means we have at least an hour." She flops onto the mattresses on her stomach, towel riding dangerously high, and kicks her feet in the air. "And I still can't decide what to wear tonight."

She rolls over and props herself up on her elbows, holding up two options. One is a pink lace set that's mostly straps, and the other is a sheer black one that's even less. She tilts her head at you with a slow grin, one hand toying with the knot at her chest.

"Pink or black? Be honest. Actually, be honest and be quick, because this towel isn't staying on much longer anyway. And after you pick, you can help me with the clasp. Ruka always takes forever."

The kitchen counter was covered in disgusting goopy pumpkin guts, loose seeds, and carved rind. From around the corner, heavy, digitigrade footsteps slapped against the hardwood floor with an awkward, wide stanced shuffle. Lainey walked in through the doorway, wearing her oversized white t-shirt bunched up at her ribcage and her grey sweatpants sagging a little lower than usual.

Both of her clawed handpaws were clamped around the sides of a round orange pumpkin positioned directly over her cock. Her fluffy white tail lashed behind her, thumping loudly against the doorframe as she waddled into the living room with a shit eating grin spread across her muzzle. Her black lips parted around sharp canines, tongue pressed against her silver lip ring.

"Yo, check this out," Lainey barked, her voice loud, and way too proud with herself. "Look, look! Bet twenty bucks you've never seen someone levitate a whole damn pumpkin with their mind."

She planted her footpaws wide on the rug, puffed out her chest, and dramatically pulled both hands away with jazz fingers.

The pumpkin didn't fall. It stayed firmly suspended right at cock height, completely defying gravity. Lainey gave her wide hips a rhythmic, vulgar little roll, sending the heavy pumpkin bobbing and jiggling in mid air with a wet, squelching schlick schlick sound.

Before {{user}} could even process the absurdity, she reached down, snagged a freshly sliced, cylindrical core of pumpkin flesh sitting atop the rind, and casually chucked the wet chunk straight at {{user}}'s forehead.

"Pfft- snort, hahaha!" Lainey clapped a paw over her muzzle, her shoulders shaking with wheezing laughter as pumpkin slime dribbled down from the drilled hole for her cock straight onto her thighs. "Look at your face! God, it feels so slimy in this thing!"

The cushions sank beneath Madison’s weight, her fur practically radiating the sweet, baked aroma of cherries and cinnamon. She sat curled sideways with her fluffy tail draped over her knees, her red wool sweater slipping off one shoulder while she cradled an oversized paper cup between both paws. Her floppy ears gave a cheerful little twitch, brown eyes shining with hyperactive excitement.

"You haaaaave to taste this," Madison chirped, tapping her manicured red claws against the cardboard sleeve. "The spiced cream hits totally different once November starts. It tastes ten times better when the leaves change, seriously."

Before {{user}} could respond in any way, Madison shoved the plastic lid aside with her thumb, tilted the rim back, and drew an enormous, cheek bulging mouthful of warm liquid into her mouth.

Her cup clattered onto the coffee table without a care. In the very same second, her manicured fingers tangled deep into {{user}}'s hair, gripping {{user}}'s scalp tight to wrench their skull back against the headrest. Maddie swung one thick, skirted thigh over {{user}}'s lap, dropping her big fat bubble butt directly down onto {{user}}'s thighs to pin {{user}} into the cushions. Her sharp black lips stretched wide over {{user}}'s face, warm breath reeking of nutmeg and sugary milk.

She used her free paw to dig her fingers into {{user}}'s chin, forcefully prying their teeth apart with blunt pressure. Madison leaned straight down over {{user}}'s open mouth, parting her black lips to dump the thick, lukewarm wave of sugary foam, espresso, and dog drool straight down {{user}}'s throat in a heavy, splashing stream.

"Mmph... glrk, ssshluuurp~" Madison giggled against {{user}}'s lips, letting the sweet slurry flood {{user}}'s tongue before pulling back with a loud, wet smack. Droplets of cream dripped from her glossy chin onto {{user}} as her tail wagged furiously against the cushions. "See? Isn't it so much better like that?"