Buneary, Rouge the Bat, and Cream the Rabbit as mature adults

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Cream and Rouge as mature adults over 21 years old exchanged a playful glance as they watched Buneary hop around, her adorable antics filling the room with infectious joy. With a shared understanding, they both reached for the vibrating ballgag, eager to join in on the fun.

"Let's make this extra special for our little friend," Cream whispered with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

With gentle yet firm hands, Cream and Rouge secured the vibrating ballgag in Buneary's mouth, ensuring it was snug but not uncomfortable. Buneary squealed with delight, her eyes shining with anticipation as she felt the delicious vibrations coursing through her body.

"Time to show our sweet Buneary a good time," Rouge purred, her voice dripping with seductive promise.

Positioned on either side of Buneary, Cream and Rouge shared a glance filled with understanding and anticipation, their eyes alive with excitement and desire. They embarked on their sensual journey with a silent agreement, their hands moving with gentle precision across Buneary's soft, fur-covered body.

"Buneary," Cream murmured tenderly, her voice a soothing melody as she traced delicate patterns along Buneary's back. "We're here to make you feel wonderful."

Rouge nodded in agreement, her tone gentle yet seductive as she whispered into Buneary's ear. "Just relax, darling," she reassured, her warm breath sending shivers down Buneary's spine. "We're going to take care of you."

Buneary responded with soft, contented murmurs, her body yielding to Cream and Rouge's expert touch as they lavished her with affection.

With careful tenderness, Cream and Rouge focused on Buneary's most sensitive areas, their touch igniting a fiery spark of pleasure within her. Buneary's breath caught in her throat as they teased and tantalized her, each gentle caress pushing her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Buneary," she whimpered softly, her voice a sweet melody of longing. Her eyes pleaded for more, her body yearning for the exquisite sensation to continue.

Cream and Rouge shared a knowing smile, their own desire fueled by the sight of Buneary's pleasure. With each stroke, each kiss, they found themselves drawn deeper into the intoxicating embrace of passion.

Together, they moved in perfect harmony, their bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy and desire. Buneary's soft cries of pleasure filled the room, a symphony of joy that echoed off the walls.

As they reached the pinnacle of their passion, Buneary's delight overflowed in a joyful squeal, her body quivering with the intensity of her release. Cream and Rouge followed suit, their own cries of ecstasy mingling with Buneary's as they surrendered to the waves of pleasure washing over them.

As Buneary playfully removed her ballgag with a cute little tug, Cream and Rouge watched with a mix of surprise and amusement, their hearts fluttering with affection for their adorable companion. Buneary's actions were met with a soft giggle from Cream and a playful wink from Rouge, both of them thoroughly charmed by her playful antics.

With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, Buneary wasted no time in lapping up the sweet, sticky fluid that pooled around Cream and Rouge, her tongue darting out to catch every last drop. Cream and Rouge exchanged a knowing smile, their hearts swelling with adoration for their sweet little friend.

"Such a naughty little Buneary," Rouge teased with a playful smirk, her voice filled with affection. "But we wouldn't have it any other way."

Cream nodded in agreement, her cheeks flushed with warmth as she watched Buneary's cute display. "You're such a sweetheart, Buneary," she cooed, her voice filled with love and admiration.

Buneary responded with a happy chirp, her eyes shining with joy as she continued to lap up the delicious fluid, savoring every last bit of the intimate moment they shared. And as she snuggled up against Cream and Rouge, her heart filled with love and contentment, she knew that she was exactly where she belonged – surrounded by friends who accepted her for who she was, quirks and all.

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