“Nah, we should really be headed home right now,” Samantha said, “Chiffon and I have some paperwork to take care of on the new house.”
“Oh, so you guys are pretty much decided then?” Rachel asked.
“Yup yup!” Chiffon smiled, “We gonna live in the bouncerbutt sanctuary soon! After seeing Riley’s house, we pretty much agreed that we need to be living there yesterday!”
“Awesome!” Jennifer giggled, “Ooh, Chiffy! You still have the curse! Use it on me before you guys leave, and make it a small one.”
“Okie dokie,” Chiffon nodded, “Transform or Dare, Jennifer.”
“Transform.”
“Okay, small one, uhh...” Chiffon pondered quickly, “For your transformation, your moans and orgasms are like horse noises, and this is true for all bouncerbutts. Only the four of us know the difference.”
“You and that horse obsession,” Samantha chuckled.
“I no help it,” Chiffon whinnied, “I love horses! I was a horse girl in elementary school, ‘member?”
“How could we forget?” Rachel laughed, “Well you two have a good night. We’ll be seeing you soon!”
After Samantha and Chiffon were bound for home, Jennifer and Rachel took their place at the dinner table. It was Sunday, and in the Smith household that always meant pasta night. Jennifer was given a special trough stuffed with spaghetti and meatballs with a second trough for her salad and a bendy straw in her glass of water. Rachel balanced her own plate on her lap as her steed of a girlfriend dove her face into the spaghetti trough, using her hands exclusively for her napkin.
“So, I just heard back from Riley,” Mrs. Smith told her daughter, “You girls got to see her and Leonard’s new place! She was certainly excited to see you again. How was it over there?”
“It was super!” Jennifer replied through her napkin, “Riley’s like my sister now!” Candice stared at her sister with confusion, prompting her to clarify. “I mean it’s like I’m her sister now, because of the booty thing.” Candice turned back to her dinner, less confused by her sister’s wording now.
“Hey Sis,” Roy asked, “Do bouncerbutts take huge poops?”
“Roy!” Mrs. Smith scolded, “Don’t ask questions like that, especially not at the table!”
“Sorry Mom,” Roy mumbled into his garlic bread.
“Please don’t answer that right now, Jen,” Rachel told her bouncer, “You’ll only encourage him. Remember the other day?”
“It’s fine, I no mind,” Jennifer shrugged, “I’ll probably tell him later.”
“I have a different question instead,” Roy said, “I promise it’s not gross! Is every bouncerbutt like a sister to you?”
“Oh yes, absolutely!” Jennifer eagerly nodded, “That would make a whole fifth of the planet’s women my sisters in boingy.”
“That’s awesome!” Roy laughed.
“I wonder if there’s something to it,” Rachel pondered, “This feeling of sisterhood bouncerbutts feel.”
“Maybe I’ll ask Leonard about it when I talk to him tomorrow,” Mr. Smith suggested, “We gotta get you in for a checkup, Jenny.”
“Oh cool! Leonard’s going to be my doctor now!” Jennifer giggled, “That’s gonna be nice.”
“I hear he’s quite the expert,” Mrs. Smith nodded.
“Hey Jenny?” Roy piped up again, “Are bouncerbutts secretly part horse?”
“Nah, our giggles and moans just sound like horses,” Jennifer answered, “That’s all. We do act like horses sometimes, anyway.”