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Kinktober 2022
Day 9: Figging | Praise Kink | Costumes

Title: Clumsy Bunny

Ship: Widowshipping | Asuka/Junko/Momoe

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh!

Rating: E

Word Count: 3,153

Warnings: None

   “And done.” Asuka smiled to herself as she finished clasping the pendant around Junko’s neck. It hung prettily, perfectly, in between her bare clavicles and from the detached, peter-pan style collar that Momoe had designed and sewn herself. Speaking of, Asuka flashed a smile to Momoe and praised her saying, “You have out done yourself with this design.”

   “Aw, gee,” Momoe shyly replied, blushing, “it's only because of all the fashion mags you brought home from America - and because I have such a beautiful model, too.”

   She gave Junko’s shoulders a squeeze and kissed her cheek. Junko blushed and now it was her turn to be bashful as she crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her high heel shoes felt clunky on her feet.

   “I’m not that pretty…” Junko tried to be humble about it but neither of her girlfriends were going to let her.

   “What?” Asuka gasped. “You are one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen, now give us a show.” She laughed.

   “Yeah, strut yourself!” Momoe added on with a cheer.

   “Fine, fine, only so Momoe can see how her new outfit looks when worn standing up.” Junko conceded.

   “Thank you.” Momoe grinned.

   “Hang on, let me just check I did the buckles on your straps right.” Asuka worried.

   “Oof…” Junko breathed.

   She plopped back down into her seat just as she tried to get up, all so she could let Asuka fuss over her. Asuka bent down to her knees and she doubled checked the thin, leather strap of Junko’s heel that went across her ankles. They seemed secure, not too tight either. She then checked that her heel was comfortable, too, against the sole of the foot. Momoe blushed as she was given all these once overs but as soon as Asuka had twiddled enough with the little, silver buckles and the spike of Junko’s heel, she let go of Junko’s foot.

   “Okay, I’m good to get up now?” Junko asked.

   “Yes, totally.” Asuka replied.

   Junko smiled nervously but once she got up and stepped forth, she strode. She swanned. She looked amazing in the skin tight bunny-suit that Junko had sewn for her. Her shoulders rolled back and her chin lifted up; even Momoe felt amazing in it.

   The fabric just felt so right on her skin. The bunny suit wasn’t anything special - or at least that’s what Momoe would say since it was her first attempt at one and whilst there was some mismatched stitching, overall it was a gorgeous piece of costuming. The colour was a dark and shiny navy, with silver highlights that twinkled in the light overhead of the living room. The bodice was tight and held Momoe’s breasts well, she didn’t even have to use pasties or tape to keep things together which impressed her.

   Same went for the matching garter. It was a frilly thing made of the same main fabric as the body of the bunny suit. It just had that extra flair which flounced around when Junko moved, all whilst not budging an inch. Though, it had been literally stitched onto Junko so that it wouldn’t slip, hence its tightness around her upper thigh and though it made Junko feel really sexy, it wasn’t her favourite accessory of the costume.

   The actual rabbit themed accessories that Momoe had made to go with the bunny suit, were oh so adorable to go along with how erotic the costume was.

   Donned upon Junko’s head was a pair of rabbit ears. They were white and fuzzy with silky, pink insides, stuck on a hairband. They were super cute but the little cotton ball tail, right above Junko’s tailbone, was even cuter in her opinion. Junko had done well to get such an awkward puff of cotton and wool to sit on the suit with her stitching. It even bounced when she walked and strutted about.

   All whilst tottering about in those high heel shoes that Asuka was so worried that Momoe would trip and break an ankle in. Though, in Asuka’s defence, those were some killer stripper heels that Momoe had strapped herself into.

   Though she was a classic klutz, Junko was doing very well so far getting around the catwalk of the living room’s carpet. She turned around with a twirl, in front of the television. Her reflection was cast in it, moving with her as she posed and vogued. Making more of a joke out of it than playing it straight with exaggerated movements; she couldn’t help it, of course, she was an up and coming comedian these days and her favourite laughter was that she got from Asuka and Momoe.

   “Woo!” Momoe cheered. “You go, girl!”

   “You're doing great, Junko.” Asuka added on with a polite clap whilst Momoe bounced on her heel, whooping and hollering beside her.

   “Yeah, you should go get us a drink looking like that.” Momoe flirted.

   “Alright then,” Junko said, taking the wager, “what do you want? Wine? Champagne? Some water, big girl?”

   “I’ll take an iced tea, please, waitress. And I want it on the rocks.” Momoe ordered.

   “Got it.” Junko replied with a nod and then turned her head to Asuka, “And you, honey?”

   “I’m right, thank you.” Asuka politely declined.

   “Alrighty then, one iced tea on the rocks, comin’ up.” Junko beamed.

   “Thank you muchly.” Momoe chirped.

   With a sashay to her hips and such a wide smile on her face, Junko confidently stepped forward and confidently kissed the floor not even a second later. 

   Junko screamed as she went down. She felt her ankle twist and her shoe made an odd, clicky noise. Her nose hit the floor but her forehead hurt more, taking more of the impact. She was dizzy and she was scared as she grappled with the carpet.

   She felt… Weird.

   There was no other way to put it. Weird and maybe indescribable. It was probably just from tripping - over her own two feet no less but the pain - was it pain? - was elsewhere.

   Right under the fuzzball tail of the costume, actually. And at the mention of her costume, it seemed her eared headband had fallen off. Junko blinked, groggy, as she tried to pick it - and the rest of herself - up but she had two fawning girlfriends to do that for her.

   “Are you alright?” Asuka hurriedly asked.

   “You good, Junko?” Momoe worried, too.

   They practically pounced on her as Junko just reared up onto her knees, swaying slightly. Blinking blankly. She chuckled awkwardly.

   “I have a nasty bump on my head, don’t I?” she asked, trying to diffuse the tension. “I’m fine, really.”

   “What the…?” Momoe breathed, her eyes going wide and her gaze tilting upwards, Junko noticed.

   “No, you're not fine.” Asuka said and she picked up the headband that had fallen on the floor.

   “Y-Yeah, you're right, I feel really… hot.” Junko replied, guilty, and then to herself, she thought wet, too.

   Hot and wet. Junko squirmed where she knelt. That funny feeling at the bottom of her back hadn’t lessened up either but she was beginning to get her bearings, despite the thump that she had taken to the floor. She smiled gingerly.

   “No, really, I’m fi-”

   The feeling of the strap of her high heel bursting off disrupted her. The buckle spasmed in place until it simply could not hold on and thus burst off the strap as Junko’s foot no longer fit the shoe, either. 

   In a surreal, dazed headspace, Junko turned her head and moved her leg. Well, that wasn’t normal. Her foot had changed shape, to accommodate walking on toes and there was so much fluff, too. In between her toes, across the flat of her foot, on her sole. Everywhere and it was carpeting up her legs which had become more agile-looking, and bowed, too.

   Meanwhile, Momoe and Asuka worried. Gape-jawed and bug-eyed as they tried to understand just what they were seeing. Their Junko, their very human girlfriend Junko, was now very much not that. Somewhere in between human and animal, cutely balanced between the bestial and her previous appearance. 

   Junko lifted her head and caught another glimpse of the distinct, white pair of rabbit ears that Asuka was holding. The fake fur and silk ones. Ears that were very much not on her head and yet, she still felt that extra weight upon her crown. So, she reached up, timidly but curious. She touched the pair that she was now sporting, sprouting from the top of her head. They were warm to her touch which was becoming increasingly furred.

   Her ears twitched and when Junko pinched them, she felt the risen channel of veins in these long, ginger-coloured rabbit ears. Her rabbit ears. For some reason, both her heart and her loins trilled as she managed some semblance of a good headspace to confirm that realisation. 

   “What is going on?” Asuka exclaimed and she turned her head to Junko. 

   Momoe sputtered. Grappling for some explanation, feeling a little accused that this was somehow her fault. Her lips quivering as her mind raced. The best she could guess was it had something to do with the costume but she wasn’t magic.

   “Aah, this feels good.” Junko moaned.

   Asuka and Momoe turned their heads, they blushed as they watched Momoe, with her hand - her paw, really - up her pussy and giving it a good stir. She masturbated in what appeared to be bliss, judging by her facial expression which was difficult to read as it had become a muzzle but her tongue lolled and her steely grey eyes had glazed over.

   “Oh…” Momoe murmured. That didn’t seem like too big of a problem to handle.

   “Do you… Do you think if…?” Asuka found herself too chaste to bring her thoughts to fruition as she blushed deeply watching Junko masturbate.

   Momoe swallowed thickly, “I can’t believe I’m saying this but… I think your right. I think however we get out of this… problem is by fucking Junko.”

   Junko smiled dreamily at the mention of her name. The whiskers on either side of her face bounced with the movement of her now black lined lips smiling. Even her nose changed, crinkled, around the pink, triangular point that it came to that twitched perpetually as she masturbated on the floor.

   “I… I want you to fuck me.” Junko piped up.

   She spread her legs for Asuka and Momoe. Asuka swallowed a thick lump in her throat but she couldn’t say that she wasn’t attracted to Junko, even when she was in such a peculiar state. Her wetness had seeped through the crotch of the bunny suit that she was wearing, dyeing the navy an even darker blue - and it was lopsided, too, from where she had gotten her paw in under the fabric.

   Momoe didn’t even need to think twice. She was enthralled and curious as to why this had happened and what could solve it. It was oddly electrifying for her to think that she had somehow caused this and there were gears turning in her head because of it. But for now, she was perfectly content to saddle up to Junko and get some proper, human fingers up into her cunt.

   They were messy as they shared Junko’s pussy. Junko moaned, wanton, as she felt Momoe’s fingers deep in her pussy, scissoring her open with a gentle expertice. She was thick with animalistic juices of her arousal, coating Momoe’s fingers and making it easier but even with two - maybe three, and then her own - it still wasn’t enough.

   Junko batted her eyes pleadingly at Asuka, “Please join us… Pretty please.” she begged. “I want to eat you out.”

   “A-Alright.” Asuka stammered, she felt her heart pound in her chest.

   Junko welcomed her warmly as Asuka drew in closer to both her and Momoe. They shuffled positions, Asuka set down a pillow for herself to lay back on whilst Momoe positioned herself behind Junko, going from sitting at her side to behind her. Junko went down from her knees, kneeling, and onto all fours. She looked even less human and more animal, letting her ears prick up, her snout poke out, and to say nothing of her ass. Fur protruded from underneath the fabric of the bunny suit, sometimes even forcing its way through it, causing stretched patches and the worst of it was in the area of her tailbone. Which made sense. She had a second, real (“real”, astoundingly) tail under there and it wagged.

   Momoe, as much as she hated to destroy her own good stitching, managed to free the tail that Junko had grown underneath the fake one. The garment was increasingly loose and wrong and damaged on Junko’s body. She freed the actual rabbit tail from underneath the fake one and Junko sighed, happily that she could finally move it and that sighed turned into a moan as Momoe fingered her.

   Fingered her. Kissed her. Rimmed her. Groped her fluffy, bouncy little tail and more. All wide-eyed and curious, Momoe explored what she could of Junko’s rim and even her pussy, alternating hands, not even neglecting herself, sharing her hand to masturbate Junko with herself and more on. She was just so inquisitive by the changes in Junko’s body, in how she had embraced this wild style and side, so Momoe cast off all hesitation. She got up close and personal with this clumsy bunny that Junko had become. All whilst making Junko soft and wet and very much distracted from how she went down on Asuka.

   Asuka had pulled off her panties from underneath her skirt and Junko had practically dived on her afterwards. Not even letting her slide them completely down her legs and off, her head bobbed up and down underneath the fabric of Asuka’s skirt as she licked her pussy, fully and thoroughly. Hungrily, like a beast.

   Junko was careful with her teeth, now bucked, as she enthusiastically went down on Asuka. Her tongue didn’t feel like it had before, Asuka felt, as she resisted the impulse to buck her hips back into Junko’s face. It was reflexive and textured, not like a human tongue, a little prickled but it just enhanced the pleasure and sensation that Asuka felt.

   And Junko felt great about it. Her ears twitched atop her head as she pricked up on every sound that Asuka made, perceptible or otherwise. She licked Asuka’s cunt in accordance to her heat and body language. Her head was just so fuzzy with this uninhibited lust and yet, she had never felt more in tune with her and her partner’s pleasures and Asuka could feel that manic energy of Junko’s.

   Asuka’s back arched as her inner core throbbed. Junko’s tongue was deep inside of her, licking hard at her clitoris and Asuka came. She leaned down hard against the couch pillow underneath her as Junko eagerly kept eating her out through her orgasm, relishing the new and delicious taste of Asuka’s pleasure. It wet her mouth and nose, causing the fur on her snout to clump with the moisture.

   Junko kept going until she couldn’t go on any more. Revelling in the glorious and languid moans that she elicited from Asuka, until one of her own distracted her. From behind her, Momoe made Junko come with her tongue and with her own hand, Momoe came as well.

   Momoe fingered herself whilst she rimmed Junko. She was just enamoured with her little bunny butt. She always thought that Junko had a good body and a good figure, curves in all the right places: curves that she had wanted to show off in the bunny suit and curves which had changed drastically with the more rabbit-like physiology that Junko had taken on.

   But her tail, just above her cute little hole, was what Momoe found most intriguing most of all. She masturbated herself whilst she tongued the inside of Junko’s hole. Swirling it in and out, occasionally spitting out ginger fur but for the most part, Momoe was undaunted as she performed anilingus on Junko. 

   And vigorously, at that. On both ends, Junko’s and her own. As Momoe was the one setting the rhythm between herself and Junko, she tried to keep the speed at which she felt all the vibrations and resonance from Junko going down on Asuka. Asuka was obscured from Momoe’s vision but she was turned on muchly by her melodic voice, every moan and every sigh. It all sounded very enviable a position for Momoe but just inspired her to go harder, until she felt that sweet push of closeness in the depths of her own pussy.

   Junko felt it, too. The crescendo of their sex, its lewd warmth and the smell of musk, the throb and pulsation of their bodies sharing the pleasure of it. From herself, from Asuka, from Momoe. Her tail wagged wildly as she ate out Junko and took all of Momoe’s tongue. Her blood rushed as her climax approached and came to fruition.

   As Junko moaned, she lifted her head from between Asuka’s legs and the most miraculous thing had happened. She was just a regular girl again, no rabbit ears, no other features or fur or paws. Just herself. She blinked a couple of times and then took stock of her situation, tentatively checking herself for a lump on her forehead from earlier - and there was one, which made her flinch.

   “Ow…” she murmured.

   Relieved that Junko was outwardly fine again, Asuka asked “Are you feeling better yet, Junko?” She felt exhausted from worrying - and from having an orgasm of her own.

   Junko held her head. With her hand, no less, not a paw, “Whoa, what happened? I feel like I’ve got a killer hangover.”

   “I have no idea.” Asuka point blankly replied.

   “Hm… But I might.” Momoe said.

   She reached over to Junko’s collar and tore the pendant off it. She pressed hard on its hinge and it opened. Asuka and Momoe both gasped as inside the pendant was a convoluted, mechanical device.

   “I, um, found this ages ago, like, back in first year of Duel Academia years ago and have thought it was pretty so I polished up and, well, I found it in one of the abandoned science experiments. Y’know. Like… um… with the monkey.” Momoe explained with a hint of embarrassment.

   “Oh my fucking God,” Junko cursed, “everything I do always comes back to that fucking monkey. I need a nap.” She groaned dramatically.

   Asuka patted Junko’s shoulder sympathetically.

   “Well, at least now I know what it does.” Momoe commented. “And why it was probably a failed science experiment.”

   “Ah. I see.” Junko said. “Well, do you still want that iced tea from before?”

   “If you're up to it.” Momoe shrugged.

   “I think so.” Junko shrugged back.

   “Okay then, please.” Momoe said.

   Asuka sighed, “Actually, can I get one, too? But make it a Long Island Iced Tea, please.”