Calamity Trio Lust, an amphibia fanfic

Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.

Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.

This is a Anne/Marcy/Sasha One shot.

Also I have an ao3 account now so that's a thing.

This is a one shot

Just a Fun Halloween One Shot. Enjoy.

Anne looked critically at herself in the mirror. Turning one way and then another. The black one piece witch dress with the plunging V neck line made her look...

She bit her lip and rested a hand on her hip. She turned one way and then another. She sighed. The party was starting. People were arriving. Sasha and Marcy were entertaining. And here she was still looking at herself like she was...

"Crap. Do you ever stop feeling like a dorky awkward teenager?" She asked the room at large. She rolled her eyes, she never used to talk out loud to herself. It was a bad habit that she got from Marcy. Who apparently had such a rich inner life that she would do it constantly. Anne readjusted the black wig that her natural hair was forcing up over and over again.

"They're not going to like it. This was stupid. This was a mistake." She grumbled. She hefted her massive breasts. They were like a pair of basketballs. Something that she had inherited from her mom (Who apparently had to go in for breast reduction surgery at least once in her youth? Something that Anne was definitely not looking forward to)

"The two of you aren't breasts. You're udders." She said as she began to remove the dress. She frowned and continued to struggle. Her pulling and yanking at the skin tight black fabric making her bra less breasts bounce even more. She grumbled and grunted, reaching for the emergency zipper along the side.

"Aaaaannnnd you're stuck. Come on." She mumbled in annoyance. She sighed and readjusted her wig and her witch hat. She took a deep breath and turned towards the door. She could hear a few dozen more people piling into their already small apartment. Who knew that three professional women living in California could still barely manage to afford a place big enough to fit all of their stuff and friends?

Speaking of stuff Anne stubbed her toe on one of Sasha's dumbbells let out a yowl smashed through the door and hopped into the party, her foot in hand as she tried to jump the pain away. She paused, her high heel caught on something. She whirled her arms wildly. She could hear the fabric starting to strain, stretch...
'Please don't tear. Please don't tear. Please don't tear.' She thought to herself. That would be exactly what this party needed right now right? Her flashing her big bouncy absurdly large tits in front of everyone that they knew? Including her parents and Sasha's coworkers.

Anne closed her eyes and then yelped when she was out in a full nelson. A pair of strong arms wrapped firmly around her and holding her own arms up. And a pair of smaller arms gripped her around the waist. She popped her eyes open and gazed down at Marcy Wu, who was wearing a very flattering zombie get up with bolts sticking out of her neck and elevator boots. A fake skull over her long black hair was oozing a red blood and brain like substance.

"Wow Anne, trying to switch up the tropes on us or something? I thought I was supposed to be the lovable klutzy one." Marcy said with a throaty chuckle.

"I told you those things are death traps." Sasha said to Anne chidingly as she helped her back up. Anne blushed. For some reason Sasha had decided to dress up as a sexy werewolf. Or as Sasha put it an ordinary werewolf. But the tight shredded jeans, the low hanging flannel shirt that showed off her rock hard abs, her bare arms that were roped with muscle, the fake tufts of fur and the cute dog ears...Anne gulped and shimmied in her dress again. Trying to regain even a bit of her dignity.

"Sheesh. It goes with the outfit. It isn't my fault that this thing is designed for someone without these ridiculous things." Anne grumbled and poked her own tits. Sasha frowned as she studied her girlfriend/lover/best friend in the entire world.

"Meh, you look great. Come on! Let's get our party on!" Marcy said wrapping an arm around Anne and Sasha's shoulders and let out a few excited hoots before dragging the two back to the party.

"Marcy! Not too wild! My boss and parents are here!" Anne shouted out as Marcy dragged them back into the overcrowded room.

Hours later.

"Well only one fire, so I think that was a pretty good party all things considered." Sasha said as she slowly stripped out of her soaked shirt, she was covered in 'zombie juice' as Mrs. Boonchuy called it. Really it was a lot of vodka and Sabai Sabai and a few splashes of cranberry juice. It...It got everyone really messed up.

"And no one tried to steal any of my little guys for licking..." Anne said absentmindedly running her hand down the side of a terrarium where a few frogs were hunkering down to rest. Most of them weren't even hallucinogenic. Those she kept in a private terrarium for when she and the girls wanted to really let it out.

"Dude did you see your parents? They were all over each other. How the hell do you not have like sixteen younger siblings?" Sasha said as she flirtatiously tossed a pillow onto Anne. Anne groaned and buried her face in the blankets. Blushing and grumblings.

"Good Frog please don't remind me. Those two are just...urgh..."Anne grumbled. She paused and reached out to Sasha. Sasha began to reach back out, cuddle time was in session. She paused. A bit of the juice was dripping from her hair down over her top and across her arms. She could see every muscle, every vein, every last hour of hard tough work in the gym...She gulped and looked away. Sure she felt strong, she knew how freaking incredible she was. She could bench press like three times her body weight now...

But she also wasn't...petite... Hell she would settle for Thicc but she couldn't put the pounds on either. Her vigorous exercise just left her looking like a blonde wrestler.

"AAAAaammmmm.." Anne moaned out pathetically as she continued to make gestures for cuddles. She cracked her eyes open and looked at where Marcy was weaving back and forth in front of the mirror. She had had one and a half glasses of the zombie juice drank three gallons of water and ate half a loaf of bread and still looked off on her feet.

She was moaning and nude. Anne smiled as she followed up Marcy's bare legs, over her firm tasty looking rump and then across her hips and lower back. She paused when she got to Marcy's shoulder blades. There was a massive scar that ran practically all the way up her body. It was massive and knotted in a few places. The skin hadn't just been punctured, it had been burnt...

Marcy was gazing at herself in the mirror. Running her fingertips up and down the scar on her front. It cut her breasts in half, separated her cleanly. Like she had been cleaved in two. She also paused to touch the smaller one that stung on her cheek. She frowned, blushing, eyes watering. She sighed and leaned her head against her own reflection.

"What's the matter Mar-Mar?" Anne grumbled sitting upright. Marcy squeaked and stiffened, ass cheeks clenching. Sasha grinned a little to herself. She loved the way her girl toy looked naked...especially that cute spankable little butt...But she was also smart enough to know when to put her horniness in the backseat.

"I...It's nothing you two-" Marcy paused. The two were glowering at her. Their eyes ice cold. She didn't even have to hear them say 'Don't you dare lie to us again.' (A bad habit she had picked up in middle school, to sacrifice her own feelings for her friends...)

"I...I was just thinking. About me. And you guys..."Marcy started. Sasha looked concerned, hair seeming to stand up on end.

"Whoa wait. You're not thinking about trying to break up with us again right? Because we talked about this, we're a trio not a duo you're as much a part of this as either of-"

"Am I ugly? I feel...ugly..."Marcy cut off Sasha's rambling. Her eyes were dry and her mouth was tight. Expecting them to lie, expecting them to cover her with empty words and empty promises. Something to comfort her with that only went skin deep.

Instead Sasha and Anne exchanged a confused look then chuckled. They probably would have burst out laughing if they hadn't been a little drunk and still party high.

"You? Dude! What? I'm the ugly one!" Anne snorted, shaking her head and waving her hand as if warding off a fly.

"What? You think you're the ugly one?" Sasha said turning to look at Anne in shock. Anne stopped her laughing when she noticed the distressed looks on her girlfriends faces.

"I...yeah? Marcy is the smart cute one, you're the smoking hot strong one. I'm the dumb ugly one. You know? The one person in the group that no one makes lewd comments or fan art of? Isn't that our dynamic?" Anne glanced between Sasha and Marcy. The two girls were instantly on top of Anne and holding her down. Each one on one of her arms.

Anne yelped and glanced between the two.
"What are you guy-HEY!" She shouted as they gripped the front of her dress and yanked down. Anne's massive breasts popped into view. Bouncing and slippery with sweat. Her dress was hot and she had been dancing all night. So of course they were going to be a little...moist.

"You? Ugly? Are you both insane?!" Sasha said as she gripped a nipple on each girl and gave them a quick brief twist. Making the two yelp and wince in response. "Look at me. Both of you look at me."

Sasha waited with a frown. Her dominatrix voice causing both to look at her submissively from underneath their eyebrows. She felt her heart go pitter patter. She loved how cute the duo were when they did that.

"Neither of you are the ugly one! Get that out of your heads! You are both crazy freaking hot!" Sasha was red in the face. Lips pursed, her jeans were starting to ride down her strong full ass. So hard and firm you could bounce a coin off of it.

"But...My scars..."Marcy began only to get another nip twist. She yelped as Sasha continued to pull and twist.

"Are scars. If anyone is grossed out by scars then they can jump in a river. You are hot. You are insanely hot. And you." Sasha glared down at a red face Anne. Anne's knees were knocking together and her hips were wiggling side to side.
"Me?" She squeaked out.

"If you were any hotter then I could cook food on you. If you were any hotter then the two of us would never get a chance to see you because dumb ass boys would be asking you to marry them all the time." Sasha growled warningly. "Back in high school I had to personally secretly threaten losers to keep away from you. Or else you would be overwhelmed and unable to get a steady job in your chosen field!"

Anne blinked twice up at Sasha in amazement. Marcy let out a low wolf whistle in amazement.

"But...my breasts..."

"I would literally kill to have killer titties like yours." Marcy said as she leaned down and gave one of Anne's nipple a sweet little kiss. "They're like udders! It's soooo hot! It's soooo hentai! It's soooo-"

Marcy was cut off by a little peppery kiss to her back. Right on her scar. The kisses ranged upwards and then downwards. Sasha paused and gave it a brief quick lick.

"And don't you dare hate your scars. Got it? You're gorgeous. With or without them." Sasha said warningly. Marcy gulped, half of Anne's breast in her mouth, starting to go down her throat. She could taste every last bit of her. And her entire body was practically singing with joy.

"Besides you two are so much hotter then-" Sasha was cut off by a swift spank to her ass from the college Varsity tennis pro. Anne glared up at Sasha and then squeezed the red ass cheek.

"You are hot too. Don't sell yourself short...we moan your name all the time whenever we go down on each other and you're not here." Anne said incredibly open and coy. Sasha was gibbering in amazement and confusion before shaking her head and blinking a couple of times.

"Ha! Obviously...I mean of course you would..."She leaned down again and gave Anne a deep tongue fueled kiss. Her eyes closing. Her hands gripping onto Marcy's shoulders. Marcy moved her hands to each of Anne's breasts. Beggining to squeeze them together and push them together. Making the nipples harden and stand upright. She licked her lips and then dove right in.

Her long thick tongue began to play with Anne's nipples. Flicking them in tandem. Licking and sucking and flicking and then shoving both into her mouth at once. She slurped and licked. Spit starting to drip down Marcy's lips and over Anne's sensitive very warm breasts. Anne let out an anxious little gasp. Moaning softly.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Anne said softly. Biting her lip and curling her toes. Her body shivering and shimmying. Marcy moaned and doubled her sucking. Briefly pausing to gulp down air before diving back in. Going absolutely gung ho on the tasty pair of tits in front of her.

Sasha continued to kiss Anne. She paused only to lick her own fingers and then move them over Marcy's back. Leaving a little trail. She paused at Marcy's ass and then had to lean over. Her arm stretching nearly out of the socket. Then she rolled her eyes and took the other route.

Marcy let out a little yip of pleasure. It was smothered by Anne's honking big tits. Anne chuckled as she felt Marcy's face heat up to sun levels. Marcy groaned as Sasha scissored her fingers into her pussy. Relaxing it, massaging it, bringing little brief shivers of pleasure come completely unbidden out of her. Soon Marcy was shaking and shivering. Groaning and gasping. Her pussy was welcoming the fingers that had just intruded upon her most private and special of places. Her pussy was shaking and dripping wet within seconds.

"Yeah. Sorry for the intrusion girlfriend. I just couldn't leave you out." Sasha cooed to Marcy who was groaning now. Eyes rolling under her eyelids. Probably almost completely rolled back in their sockets. Her butt was shivering and shaking back and forth.

"God you got that ass from sitting in that chair doing all of your online stuff didn't you?" Anne said in amazement. She knew her tits were sensitive but her parents must have slipped an aphrodisiac or three in there if the three were this sensitive! (It wouldn't be the first time. Apparently Mr. Boonchuy was hoping for grandbabies even though all of them knew lesbian harems did not work that way.)

"Yeah. You don't have to announce it to the world or anything." Sasha said as she took her sticky fingers out of Marcy's tight cunt and gave her nice juicy bitable ass a nice firm spank. Anne grinned up at Sasha with a grin before giving her a rapid series of kisses up her abs. Sasha blushed and bit her thumb in eager anticipation.

"What are you waiting for Sash? Your ass isn't going to sit on my face unless you move it there. And your pussy isn't going to lick itself." Anne said in a sing songy voice before wiggling her eyebrows. Not even a full second later Sasha was seated on Anne's head. Anne's tongue was deep inside of Sasha. Sasha gasped and moaned. Her thighs squeezing Anne's head and neck. Both women's necks tightened and the two groaned out in unison. Their breaths came in tandem.

Marcy was kissing up and down Sasha's body, sometimes pausing to admire a certain muscle group, kiss it, lick it, nibble it, rub her nose over it. Anything to just enjoy the feeling of Sasha's body. Her hands rubbed her blonde girlfriends broad shoulders. She cupped and squeezed Sasha's tits, moved her thumbs over Sasha's nipples. Briefly plucked and played...

The three women were moaning. Marcy's fingers were joining Sasha's inside of her own cunt. The two were moanning and gasping. Growling and wiggling. Trying to keep their minds together. And then softly and joyfully letting them go. They sighed in delight. Their bodies relaxed as their orgasm washed through them.

Anne groaned and gargled as she licked down Sasha's love juices. Sasha chuckled dryly before she moved back down and began to kiss at Anne's pussy. Soon Sasha was bent in half. Her bare abs were pressed down against Anne. Squishing her boobs down into her chest. Anne sighed and wiggled in delight. She could feel marcy shifting on their queen sized bed too. Trying to find a good point of attack. None of them had even thought of bringing out the toys. Of even suggesting it. For some reason that just felt wrong. It felt like it would ruin the mood. Like it would all pop like a bubble. Being like this, together...only using hands and tongues and fingers and their gasping breath...It felt so much better. So much naughtier. So much more connected. They were groaning and wiggling. The bed was squeaking.

Marcy was licking and kissing at Sasha's butt and then moving down to enjoy Anne's cunt with her blonde girlfriend. Sasha would pause at times to cup Marcy's face and give her a long deep kiss. Their tongues darting over each other. The three of them were in their own little slice of nirvana. And they wanted no interruptions.

Their bodies were aching with lust. Anne was gasping. Her core tightened. Sasha and Marcy gasped, eyes widened as Anne's orgasm washed over the two of them. They groaned and wiggled and grinned sauciliy at each other. Sasha gave Marcy's nose tip a little kiss. Marcy grinned.

"She's going to suffocate if you don't move you know." Marcy pointed out. Sasha swore and quickly swung her legs off of Anne who was red faced and huffing. Her eyes were rolling in their sockets and her hair hung around her like a massive sweaty halo. She blinked a few times trying to get her bearings. Trying to make sense of the spinning bedroom.

"Man, you are good at that Boonchuy." Sasha sighed as she cuddled up next to Anne. Resting her head on her bestie's pillow like tits. She squeezed Anne tightly. Anne shivered as Sasha got comfortable against her.

"Guess that is something these big old tits are good for." Anne grumbled in delight as Sasha began to actually snore.
"They do make absolutely fantastic pillows." Marcy agreed as she cuddled up to Anne and gave her other tit a sloppy cum covered kiss before cuddling up to it. She rested her head on it and sighed.

"I can hear your heartbeat Anna Banana." Marcy said with a soft grin. Sasha's arms tightened around Marcy too. Squeezing her possessively. Marcy and Anne blushed and giggled at each other. They loved how clingy Sasha would get at night. As if the two of them might run away. They had no intention of doing that. And both were sure that Sasha could probably just run up and catch them if they tried to do that anyway. They both grinned and relaxed backwards into the small pile of pillows that they had gotten.

Anne ran her hands over Marcy's back scar. It was oddly soothing in a repetitive motion. Marcy gasped and shivered. She didn't know why but feeling Anne's warm soft fingertips go over her back, dance across her scar, over her shoulder blades...It felt oddly comforting...And hypnotic. Soon she was sighing with every move until she also fell asleep. Anne sighed and reclined backwards.

The two super hot cuddle bugs were going to overheat her soon. Their nude legs were all tangled up like some sort of an octopus. They grinned and shifted, enjoying the nude sweaty skin on nude sweaty skin contact. Anne felt her eyelids start to grow heavy. She grumbled down towards the two of them and then finally fell asleep herself. Her mouth falling open as she began to snore.

The three lovers fell asleep in each other's arms. Well satisfied and well loved.

In the living room Mr. Boonchuy sat up and rubbed his head. He must have bumped it during the party. He glanced down at his sleeping Milf of a wife. She was drooling and cuddled up to him. He grinned and let his head fall back down onto the dirty carpeting in his daughter's apartment. He might be an old guy now but he could enjoy the occasional wild party fling.

This is a Anne/Marcy/Sasha One shot.

Also I have an ao3 account now so that's a thing.

This is a one shot

Just a Fun Halloween One Shot. Enjoy.