A sharp twig snapped in the darkness, slicing the quiet night like a blade.
My hips froze. I stayed buried deep inside Lopunny as the final heavy throb pulsed through me.
Lopunny's muffled cry caught and died in her throat. Her long ears snapped upright.
Meowscarada's claws sank into the grass on either side of her. Her fluffy tail stiffened.
The frame beneath Lopunny tensed. Legs still held wide and high, she locked up completely. Her cape trembled as surprise gripped every muscle.
We all whipped toward the sound.
Kirlia stood at the shadowed tree line. Moonlight washed over her small form, catching the wide, glowing red of her eyes.
Her cheeks blazed pink. One tiny hand hovered low over her belly. The other clutched the frilled hem of her dress.
She looked exactly like a child who'd stumbled into something forbidden.
For one endless heartbeat, nothing moved.
Then Lopunny gasped. "Lopuu?!"
Her body jerked. Still pressed chest-to-chest atop Meowscarada, she tried to scramble free. Sweat-slick skin clung stubbornly from belly to mound. Her knees had sunk deep into the grass beside those hips. Every shift turned clumsy.
Her short round tail lashed. She half-slid, half-rolled sideways until she finally lifted off.
As she rose, my cock slipped free with a slick, wet sound. My heart slammed against my ribs.
Thick strands of our mingled release stretched between us, then snapped with soft pops.
Meowscarada exhaled sharply once the weight vanished. "Nyaaah…"
Her long dark-green legs, still forced apart, quivered. They drew inward slowly. The shaking lingered, rippling through her thighs.
Her cape fluttered with the motion. She pushed up onto her elbows and sat. One paw crossed instinctively over her chest fluff.
The other tugged the cape forward, draping the reflective lining over her glistening, swollen folds and the sticky trails down her inner thighs.
Heat surged through my face, sharp and sudden, like plunging into cold water. My hands fumbled to cover myself. Moonlight gave no mercy. No shadows, just chilled air biting slick skin.
"Kirlia…" My voice cracked, rough and low.
She flinched. Her horns dimmed, then flared in nervous pulses.
She took a small step back.
Those wide red eyes darted from my flushed face to Meowscarada still sitting with legs awkwardly parted beneath the cape, then to Lopunny nearby with damp, matted fur gleaming in the light.
Her gaze snagged on the evidence: thick pearly strands clinging to fur, wet streaks shining along Meowscarada's light-green thighs.
Lopunny's swollen folds stayed parted, slick from the abrupt withdrawal.
Instinctively, she pressed her thighs together in a quick, embarrassed squeeze. The motion only stretched the strands further, making them shimmer before they broke.
Her mouth fell open. No sound at first. Then a trembling whisper: "Kir… lia…?"
Lopunny recovered fastest.
"Lopuuun~" That gentle, coaxing tone slipped out, soft as ever. Her ears stayed half-raised, alert. Her tail swayed the last of her nerves away.
Meowscarada edged closer too. She drew her long legs together in a modest press, though it hid little of the glistening trails still shining on her thighs.
She rose smoothly beside Lopunny, cape fluttering as she adjusted it like a curtain. "Nyaa…"
I swallowed, throat squeezing tight.
Words refused to come.
How was I even supposed to explain any of this to her…?