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Jericho was becoming familiar with one of the greatest struggles people have when becoming an adult: making friends. Fresh out of college and in a new apartment, he had been separated from the usual group of friends he hung out with after class and after work. With a freshly printed diploma framed and hung on his apartment wall, they all scattered to the wind in search of new jobs and new lives. Some of them were already getting married. A couple were pregnant or had gotten their wives pregnant. Jericho was happy for them, but being single and alone did generate some angst.

He didn't let it get to him too badly. He kept in touch with them, usually via playing online video games and Instagram posts. His parents liked to call and ask how he was doing. On a few occasions he had lunch or dinner with them. So he wasn't totally lost in the realm of adulthood, but he wasn't exactly where he wanted to be quite yet. He was stuck in a retail job, the same one he'd had since he was a freshman. Sure, the diploma looked nice on his wall, but so far it didn't mean anything while he was looking for an appropriate, well-paying job. Even when he got one- if he got one -it did little to nothing to help him build a social life.

So how do you make friends in your mid-twenties and fresh out of college? There were the guys at work, though they were almost exclusively out of his age range, and the few that were didn't fit his category of people he liked to befriend. He could get a hobby, but which one? He loved playing video games, but none that were competitive and had a tournament scene. Besides, he was never the competitive type. He liked his games casual, sin as that might have been to many gamers. He could collect something, coins perhaps, but that was exorbitantly expensive. So many unique and fun hobbies to take part in, all of them with their own community of kind and friendly people, and yet Jericho couldn't decide which one.

He saw only one real option: frequent a bar somewhere in town and meet the people there. The place was dotted with them. How hard was it to find one that suited him? Google offered him a slew of suggestions. There were a few close to him, each of them with their own unique allure. [i]Boogie's Rock and Roll[/i] looked the nicest and was only a 20 minute walk away. [i]That's the one,[/i] Jericho decided. This Friday night. [i]I'm gonna hang out and make some friends. [/i]

Easier said than done. Jericho got the feeling he'd made the wrong choice of bar once he'd stepped inside. Greeting him was a caul of smoke hanging in the air, generated by an armory of lit cigarettes in constant supply by the patrons everywhere. Raucous country rock music blared on the speakers while several TV's were showing the same NBA game. Just a brief scan of his fellow bar goers made it obvious that he was one of the youngest, if not the youngest, person there. He certainly felt young with his diminutive, lithe frame standing in front of the doorway amongst the burlier bunch of people sitting around him. His droopy dog ears exuded innocence, them and the bright blue eyes that illuminated his creamy brown and white colored face. A matching green cap and oversized jacket covered his upper half while some baggy jeans did so below. He looked like a skater or a hipster, hardly the country ruffian that this bar meant to attract.

The urge to just turn around and leave was strong, but he could already feel the pressure of a few folks looking at him, wondering what he'd do. [i]I'll look like a weakling just walking out. I'm here now. Might as well stay.[/i] He waltzed inside, consciously trying to keep his head high and his chest upthrusted. [i]It's just a bar. Nobody's going to hurt you. Relax. You're here to make friends.[/i] That mantra echoed in his mind as he found a seat at the wood top bar. To his right was a buff Doberman gentleman wearing a black T-shirt and some jeans. He was chatting with his friends and laughing. He didn't seem to even notice Jericho sat down next to him. Meanwhile, the seat on Jericho's left was empty. [i]Relax. Watch the game. Maybe ask the guy about it. [/i]

“Hey there, I'll be right with you," said the bartender, a female black bear. She and two others were hustling behind the bar, taking orders and filling drinks.

“Take your time," said Jericho, eying the guy next to him for a chance to speak up and maybe ask him his name. [i]But it looks like he's with a group of friends. It might be rude to try and butt in like that. [/i]

“What can I get you, darlin'?" asked the bartender.

Jericho jolted a little. He hadn't thought about it. “Uh, just a coke for now." She was fast. In just a few fluid movements she drew a fluted coke glass from underneath the bar, drew the soda gun, then filled the glass to the very brim with sugary, brown fizz. She slid a coaster underneath it the very instant before she put the glass down. “Thank you," said an impressed Jericho before taking a sip.

“Mmhmm. You wanna start a tab?"

“Yes, please." [i]Yes, please? What am I, a little kid?[/i] He drew his wallet from his pocket. [i]I don't think she cares. I don't think anyone cares.[/i] He gave the bartender his debit card. She put it with the others, logged it at the computer, then hurried over to help the next person in line. Jericho kept his eyes on the fellow next to him while trying to remain discreet. [i]Am I being weird for paying so much attention to him? What if someone sees me?[/i] He imagined someone coming from behind and grabbing his shoulder. They'd demand what the fuck he was looking at. The Doberman would discover he was being watched then get involved.

Jericho took a nervous sip from his coke, then put it down with a crips sigh. [i]It's nothing to get worked up over. Just have a few drinks and watch the game.[/i] He looked up at the screen on the wall. It was a minor pet peeve of his when bars put them so close to the ceiling. [i]I don't even like basketball. I don't know who either of these teams are. Is it an important game? There are a bunch of TV's playing it. I bet the guy next to me would know.[/i] Another sip of coke. Jericho looked down the bar one way, then the other. There were a few folks invested in the game, but they were too many seats away for Jericho to get up and ask. He sighed. [i]Guess I'll have to just look it up on my phone. Coming here was a bad idea. I'll just have a couple more drinks and leave. [/i]

The moment that thought was done formulating in his head, someone sat down next to him. He heard the squeak of the stool cushion flattening beneath them. They hadn't touched him, but he could feel their presence looming like a boulder. He turned to look. Sitting next to him was not some muscular behemoth, but a big and tall rabbit woman. The first thing he noticed about her was the dark red color of her hair. It fell from her head in a flaxen curtain of scarlet, the wavy locks catching the dull bar light like rubies. Black fur covered the most of her except for a blonde underbelly that covered the lower half of her face and the gigantic breasts which filled all the space between her and the bar's edge. Almost every inch of that fathomless cleavage was left bare by her dark tan blouse. It hugged her curvaceous figure tightly while leaving her shoulders and a sliver of her tummy exposed. The poor red stool cushion was all but flattened under her jean-stretching wagon of an ass. Sprouting above it, just beneath the beltline was a great pom-pom of a bunny tail, black on top, blonde on the bottom.

She glanced at him while getting settled in her stool. A tiny smile lit up her face, highlighting bright red color of her irises. “Hi there," she said.

Jericho felt his stomach turn. “Hi," was all he said back before realizing he'd been staring at her since she sat down. He whipped his attention away from her and took a quick sip of coke. [i]God, don't get caught staring at her boobs. I'll really get in trouble if that happens.[/i] In his defense, a woman who packed that much sweater meat and kept it exposed like that was probably used to glances at her chest. Jericho, however, wasn't going to risk that.

“You've been watching the game?" she asked, nodding her head at the TV and making her tall bunny ears sway.

“Uh, no actually. I just sat down and… I haven't been paying much attention." [i]I'm definitely the wrong guy to ask about that. [/i]

The lady leaned forward in her stool, smushing her breasts against the bar in a way that sucked Jericho's gaze straight back into them. “Hey, Jeremy," she called to the Doberman on Jericho's right. “What I miss in the Minnesota game?"

Jeremy spun around in his stool when he heard his name. He seemed to notice Jericho sitting there for the first time. “Ah, nothing much. First quarter wrapped up and Minnesota was up by ten. Dallas cut it down, but they're putting the ball in Luka's hand a lot from what I see. I'm not really watching it."

“OK, thanks." She sat upright and saw Jericho looking at her.

He quickly turned away, a bad decision on his part. [i]Fuck! Now she really knows[/i].

If she did, it didn't faze her. “You watch basketball?" she asked Jericho.

“Ah, no. Not really," he said with a dried throat. He took a sip of his coke to help it. “Is this an important game?"

“It's the western conference finals. Whoever wins this series goes to the finals to see Boston. I don't know who to root for. I just want Boston to lose." She chuckled. “That's a sentiment you'll hear a lot around these parts."

Jericho laughed with her, if just to make it look like he knew what she was talking about. “Yeah, I bet."

“What's your name?" she asked.

He cleared his throat and held his paw out. “Jericho."

She grabbed his paw and shook it. Her paw was enormous, all but swallowing Jericho's in the gossamer fluff of her paw. “Jericho, I'm Harriet. Nice to meet you."

A proud smile crept up his face. [i]This is a good start.[/i] “Nice to meet you too, Harriet."

She crossed her arms in front of her chest when she was done shaking his paw. He noticed that she was smiling, something that tightened the twist in his belly. “I've never seen you around here. This your first time in this place?"

“Uh, yeah, actually. I've been looking for places to frequent around town. This is the closest one to my apartment, so I'd thought I'd try this one first."

“Oh yeah? You new to town?"

“No. Now that all my college friends are moving away I gotta find new people to hang out with. Thought it'd be a good idea to try bars out." He concluded his story with a shrug. “I dunno." [i]Is that too much to tell a person you just met?[/i]

“Oh, nice. Well, you can do a helluva lot worse than this place. We have darts and poker tournaments, if that's what you're into."

He wasn't, but that sounded interesting. “I haven't played either in a long time. Maybe I'll pick it up. This is mostly a sports bar, right?"

“Well, look at the TV. What do they got on?"

Jericho actually looked up to see, even though he already knew there was nothing but basketball on. He nodded his head with an embarrassed smile. “Oh, yeah. That makes sense."

“I know plenty of other places if this isn't your speed of things. They got lots of folks who I think'd like to meet you."

It struck him how kind that sounded. “Yeah, that'd be great. I haven't written this place off yet. I'm just gonna dip my toe wherever I can and find out what I like most."

“Sounds good."

The bartender came up to them with her paws spread apart on the bar. “Harry! How are you doing tonight?"

Harriet flashed a grin at her. “Hey, hey, Sam. I'm doing just fine. Talkin' to my new friend."

Sam looked at Jericho. “Oh? And who's this?"

“This is Jerry. He's new here." Jericho was about to correct her that it was Jericho, not Jerry. Then he repeated it in his head and found that he kind of liked it.

“I thought that was a new face. Welcome to Boogie's, Jerry. Nice having you."

“Thanks. This place is great," Jericho said with a lift of his coke glass. He was starting to believe it. [i]Though it could be a little less smokey.[/i]

“Can I get you something to drink?" Sam asked Harriet.

“I think you can." She leaned towards Jericho. “What you got in that glass?"

He wasn't expecting that. “Just a coke."

“Really? Not planning on drinking?"

“Uh, not yet."

“Well, in case you do…" She turned towards Sam. “Move whatever's on his tab over to mine, OK, Sam?"

Jericho and Sam both gave her surprised looks. “Are you sure?" Sam asked.

“Wait. Hold on. It's OK. You don't have to-" Jericho's protest was cut short by Harriet holding her paw up in front of his face.

“Ah, ah. No stopping it now. You're new here. Let me treat you that way. Alright?"

He didn't know what to do. His eyes darted towards Sam who looked just as perplexed. She returned his look wondering if he would consent. [i]Well, no point in turning down a charitable offer.[/i] “Yeah, OK. Thanks."

Harriet smirked. “Don't mention it." She drew her card from her pocket and handed it to Sam who brought it over to the register. She came back with Jericho's and handed it back to him.

“I cleared your tab and put it on hers. It's just that one coke," Sam told them.

Jericho took out his wallet and put his card back inside it. Is this really happening? [i]Why do I feel like I'm overreacting just a little bit?[/i]

“Meanwhile, let me get a vodka mule when you get the chance," Harriet said. Sam nodded and went to make her order.

Jericho sat in his stool silently. What now? Go crazy and drink a boat load more? Maybe that was rude. It was probably better just to stick to his coke. Quite suddenly he didn't feel like drinking anymore of it, like he wasn't worthy. It wasn't even half empty and yet he felt as though he'd drank too much of it.

“Don't worry about it," Harriet said after catching him staring blankly at the glass. “You ain't the first person I've done that for, and you won't be the last. Just how I treat new people around here."

Jericho blinked and smiled at her, if a little weakly. “Yeah! Thanks. It's just the first time a lady's bought me a drink at a bar. Even though it's just a coke."

“Well, now I feel special. Happy to be your first." Some blush rose to his cheeks with that double entendre. “I thought I was lucky when I saw you sitting here."

“Oh yeah? Why's that?"

“Well, it meant I got to sit next to a cute boy like you."

Jericho was in the middle of sipping his coke when he almost choked. “Mmf! Ahh… Cute? You think…" Somehow the word 'cute' sounded dirty, absurd as that sounded. “That's why you sat next to me?"

“Well, that and I was going to sit right here anyway. You're in my usual spot, after all."

Jericho went into a small panic. “Oh! I'm sorry." He made to stand up and trade places with her. “Here, let me-"

She stopped him by grabbing his upper arm. “It's OK, sweetie. I don't care. Sit down." Jericho lowered himself back into the stool. “If it bothered me that much, I would've said something already. I don't give a shit."

“Sorry," he said, embarrassed.

“Ain't shit to be sorry for. Just relax. Have a drink."

“Yeah." Jericho took a sip of his coke. [i]She's right. I'm way too high strung. Maybe one drink will calm me down.[/i] He waited until Sam was nearby so that he could grab her attention. “What do you have on tap?" Sam listed them off for him. One of their ales was something he'd tried before, so he ordered a glass of that. While Sam poured it for him, he felt a friendly shove on the arm.

“There we go. Have some fun," Harriet said cheerily.

His smile was back in full, dimpling his furry cheeks. “Hell yeah." Sam served him the ale and asked if he was still drinking his coke. He decided he wasn't and let her take it.

Harriet lifted her drink up to him. “To new friends," she said.

Jericho lifted his ale and clinked it against her copper mug hard enough to slosh some of the fizz into her drink. “To new friends," he repeated. Then they drank.

In the following hour Harriet and Jericho chatted idly. Jericho told her more about himself, mainly what he studied in college and what he was trying to do now. Harriet did the same. She told him she lived alone and had been living in town for a few years. “Sometimes it gets lonely," she admitted. “It's always nice to have company around the house." She was turned around on her stool facing him, that avalanche of chest pointed at him so that her canvas of blonde underbelly fur absorbed most of his vision.

Jericho tried his damndest not to stare, but even the Buddha would have been stealing quick glances like he did. “Yeah, I bet," Jericho said while trying to hide his gaze behind the rim of his glass while drinking from it.

The basketball game on TV ran its course. Minnesota won after a tight 4th quarter, though Dallas had tried hard to put the series to bed. Minnesota had dodged the sweep, but their hopes of winning the series were still paper thin. At least that's what Harriet had told Jericho. They consulted Jerry for his thoughts. He provided his own in-depth analysis, ultimately stating that no NBA team has ever come back from a 3-0 deficit. Minnesota would not be the first.

With one beer in his belly and the main talking point of the night concluded, Jericho stood up from his stool with a groan of finality. “Welp, I think I'm going to head out now. Harriet, it was nice meeting you."

“You headed home?" she asked.

“Yeah. I think I'm about done now that the game's over. I'll be back to this place someday, that's for sure."

“You OK to drive?"

Jericho frowned. [i]She knew I only had one beer right?[/i] “Actually, I walked here, and I only had one drink. I'll be fine. It's only a twenty-minute walk."

“Twenty minutes! Come on. Let me drive you home."

“Oh, no you don't have to. You already paid my-"

“No, please. I insist." Harriet stood up from her stool. Jericho already knew she was taller than him, but he didn't know by how much until he was face to face with her boobs. “It's late. I don't want a guy like you walking home all by yourself."

Again, Jericho found himself tearing his gaze away from her cleavage. He looked up at her, tummy in knots. She was smiling down at him patiently, but behind such amity was the implication that he'd better take her up on the offer. He gave his own nervous smile, dimpling those ruddy cheeks of his. “Well, alright. Sure. Thanks."

“Don't mention it." Harriet drew her car keys and made her way to the front entrance. “Just tell me where to go and I'll get you there." She walked past him, that gargantuan ass swaying behind her and grinding inside their jeans. Jericho's entire head followed it as she went. It was when she passed him that he realized Jerry caught him staring. Jericho braced for a disapproving look or word of caution, but instead got a cheeky smirk. Jericho bit a smile back and followed Harriet out the door, heart thumping, assumptions running wild. [i]Calm down. She's just being nice.[/i] So he told himself, but his more optimistic side was already picturing Harriet with her clothes off.

Outside in the parking lot she led him to her car, a large Cadilac Escalade. The two of them piled inside with Jericho looking even smaller than normal in the passenger seat. The black leather cushions were smooth. The wood paneled dashboard lit up with a silvery aura when Harriet ignited the engine. “This is a nice car," Jericho noted as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Thank you. She's my pride and joy. You'd like my house. Maybe I can take you there someday and show you around."

Jericho chuckled. [i]What's that supposed to mean?[/i] “Yeah, that'd be nice."

“Mmhmm, it would be."

Harriet pulled out of the parking space and got onto the street. Jericho told her where to turn, wondering if the night was going where he thought it was going. [i]I only came out to make friends. Am I really bringing a girl home? Well, I guess it's a girl taking me home in this case. Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to relax.[/i] Harriet peeled into the street with Jericho's apartment. “There it is," he said, pointing to it. “You can just drop me off in front of it." He expected her to stop in the street and let him out. She took the extra effort to slide up next to the curve. Jericho unbuckled his seatbelt and put his paw on the door handle. “Well, thank you so much for driving me. It was so nice meeting you."

“It was nice meeting you too, sweetheart. You're not doing anything for the rest of the night?"

Jericho's heart fluttered. “N-no. I was just going to go to bed." He noticed how she was turned in the driver's seat towards him slightly with her paw on the top of the steering column. He didn't think it was an accident how much of her chest she kept aimed at him.

“Oh yeah? Are you tired? 'Cause I thought maybe I'd walk you to your door and you could let me inside."

That smashed the rest of Jericho's doubts. [i]I mean, it was pretty obvious from the beginning.[/i] Face glowingly hot, he nodded. A word tried to come out of his throat, but it was too tight, requiring him to cough. “Koff! Ah! Yeah, that sounds great. You can… do that… for me."

“Good, 'cause that's what I want to do." She pulled her keys out of the ignition and undid her seatbelt before opening her door.

Jericho opened his while trying not to pass out. [i]Holy shit holy shit holy shit. No fucking way.[/i] Through the humid dark of the night Jericho led Harriet into the lobby of his apartment. He was aware of her presence looming over his shoulder as he fit the key into the elevator to unlock it. He was even more aware when they were both inside of it, her enormous, womanly stature utterly dwarfing his more boyish frame. His eyes fell to the side and into her bosom once again. She caught him looking, and for a terrified moment he thought she would say something. She did, but not like what he expected.

“Keep looking, boy. You're about to see a whole lot more."

Jericho said nothing. He just looked straight ahead, grinning like an absolute idiot. The elevator doors sprung open on Jericho's floor. The pair came to his door where Jericho fumbled with his keys for a moment, terrified for whatever reason that they wouldn't fit, that he'd lost them, that he'd stand there awkwardly with Harriet in the hallway looking like a dumbass. His fears proved unfounded when the key fit into the slot and unlocked the door. “Here we are," he said as he opened it and stepped inside.

“Here we are," purred Harriet as she followed him.

Jericho flipped the lights on, illuminating the single bedroom, single bathroom apartment. Posters from videogames and anime he liked were sashed across the walls. Adorning the shelves were figurines he collected, all of which branded him a nerd. [i]I hope she's not turned off by those[/i], he thought as he closed the door. After unlocking it he turned around towards Harriet who promptly got close and hugged him.

Her bosom fell upon his collar, flattening against him like a pair of heavy, warm memory pillows. Their snouts collided with Harriet's mouth already open for a soft kiss on his lips. Jericho, once recovered from the shock, returned the hug and locked lips with her. She's so soft. So warm. His shepherd tail wagged behind him like crazy, waving the long, blonde fur that hung from it. With her hips latched to the front of him his penis started to harden, impressing itself on his jeans and her upper left thigh. His paws clenched on her lower back. He would latch to her bottom lip and pull on it, filling the apartment with the echoes of soft smacks.

A soft purr rolled through her nose. “Mmmmm, been wanting to do this all night," she said between a kiss. She had her paws just above his pelvis, close enough to his tail that she could feel it wagging. More evident of his excitement was the growing density of his member against her leg, something she made sure to rub against. “Looks like you have too."

His jaw was slack so that he could feast on the fleshy test of her breath. “Hahhh… Yeah, at least since you offered to drive me home."

“Is that what gave it away? Not buying you a drink and waving my tits in your face?"

He made an embarrassed smile. “I just thought you were being nice. You said you'd done it for other people."

“I did, and every one of them I ended up in bed with. You ain't seen me being nice, not yet."

His tail wagged faster. “I can't wait."

The pair continued kissing for just a few more moments before a heated Harriet pried her face away with a heavy sigh. “God, I'm on fire down there. Mind taking me to your bedroom?"

Jericho struggled with his own arousal, his half-chubbed pecker strangling itself inside his britches. “Yeah, come on." He took her paw and guided her to his bedroom. It fit a similar theme as the TV room with more posters and models. The bed was unmade, but he was correct in assuming Harriet didn't care. She drifted past him still holding his paw and sat down on the edge of the mattress, guided there like a proper lady.

“Do you have something for me?" she asked.

He was about to ask what that meant when it clicked. “Oh, uh, no. I don't think so." He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. “Do you need me to run out and get some?"

She shook her head. “Nah. I'll buy a pill in the morning. I'm too worked up to wait any longer."

Jericho's jeans felt ready to tear apart from around his loins. Just seeing such a big, buxom, and beautiful woman sitting on his bed drove him wild. “Yeah, me too." He unzipped his jacket and took it off alongside his cap. While he peeled out of his shirt Harriet scooted backwards towards the center of the mattress to remove her own redundant clothing. Jericho's shirt popped off his head just in time to see her with just an overloaded bra on. They made eye contact while she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down that ostentatious rump of hers.

“You gonna take that off? Or do you want me to?" she asked, referring to his jeans.

He realized he was just standing there watching her get nude. “Oh, yeah, if you want. That sounds hot."

“I do want to, and yes it would be." She shimmied her jeans the rest of the way off, leaving her in just her undergarments. She slid back towards the edge of the bed where she sat and reached for his fly. Just feeling the slight jerk and tug on the button made him stir a little bit. Down came the zipper and then the rest of his jeans. Her paws guided them down his scrawny legs before they eventually crumpled into a denim accordion around his ankles. His bulge drew her attention in an instant, and for a moment her eyes went wide. “Oh my God. You're kidding."

Jericho knew this was coming. It did with every girl. “No, I'm not actually."

Harriet lifted her paw to touch it but hesitated. “Oh my God," she repeated, then finally gave his bulge a squeeze to confirm what she saw was real. Between her fingers was the rubbery turgidness of Jericho's manhood. It reached from behind the cup of his boxers all the way down to his mid-thigh. Barbarously long and outrageously heavy, it stood in complete contrast to the short, modest man who wielded it. Harriet rubbed it through the fabric with her palm before hooking her fingers into the waistband to pull it down. That pendulous pecker swung into place parallel to Jericho's legs, a fleshy pink monster featuring a hammerhead fit to knock someone unconscious. Harriet's jaw was hung and her eyes were round with amazement as she held it in her paw and began stroking it to life. “Holy shit, boy. You were acting all shy while slinging this thing around in your pants?"

Jericho let out a long sigh through his nose at the pleasant feeling of her paw fur rubbing down his cock. “Well, it's not like it's something I try to show everybody. Mmf." Jericho tried to remain humble about his phallic endowment, though that always proved difficult when women he brought to bed started fawning over it like Harriet was. In reality, it brought more problems than he cared for. Not too many women were compatible with such a monstrous tool. It made for good bragging rights and showing off. Sex, not so much.

“Well, I'm glad you showed it to me. God [i]damn.[/i]" She went on with her handjob, dragging her fingers in a slow back and forth across his pole and making it arc up and down. A heavy and rapid pulse breathed life into it, gradually bringing it to full staff in front of him like a bowsprit. Harriet actually had to arch her head back a little so that it wasn't right in her face, not that she minded terribly. Her eyes crossed looking at it. She had it in her hands, feeling every vein and bit of manly texture and yet she could hardly believe it was real.

To help get a better grasp of reality, she parted her lips and gave the tip a kind smooch. Pleasure ripped up his pole, making him gasp. With her paw clasped onto the root of his pillar she closed her eyes and laid her lips around his cock head to begin suckling it. Jericho took long breaths through his mouth, careful not to bust right then and there. Another boon to his delight was her free paw going to his nuts and cradling them. Her fingertips whispered through the delicate fuzz that coated his purse. She rolled his plums between her fingers ever so gently, savoring their weight as much as she did the heat of his cock on her lips.

A merry murr hummed through her nose. “Mmmm~" She wanted more, so she went and got it. Her maw parted into a soft O-shape before being impaled on his fuck stick. He was absorbed only halfway, the tip stopping her once it was at her gullet. Her mouth parted for just a second, letting out a soft gagging sound before she pulled off him. Spittle drooped off her lip and his penis as she looked up at him. “Jesus Christ. I don't know what to do with you, boy."

It was meant as a compliment. Jericho knew that, but inside he was upset. [i]This always happens.[/i] “I'm sorry."

“No, don't you dare apologize. I just gotta get adjusted. Ain't a man I've had that was anywhere near as big as you, is all. I can handle. Don't you worry."

That was reassuring. “Thanks. Take your time, too. I'm in no rush."

“Well, I am." Her mouth returned to his penis. She relaxed her mouth, holding it open as his war hammer glided across her tongue and back into her gullet. There was a wet [i]ulk[/i] sound, but she kept her resolve and began bobbing her head on him, swaddling his sweet spot in the hot, moist flesh of her throat.

It was heaven for Jericho. Almost better than even such divine physical pleasure was the sight of her pretty face impaled on his member. Her eyes were closed, showing off the deep black of her eyeliner. Her cute set of buckteeth hovered just above the skin of his shaft, passing back and forth to the beat of her head bobs. The sound of her throat squelching, however rude, was naughty in a way that made Jericho's jaw clench. Below all of that was her awesome display of soft, cushiony chest, still held in place by her bra. Jericho laid a paw on her scalp. Her scarlet hair was soft to the touch, inviting him to stroke and caress it. His head lurched backwards, that velvet wetness of her inner mouth and throat sending him floating into the ceiling. “Ohhhh, fuck. Harriet. Mmmmm~"

A bit of a smile rose the corner of Harriet's lips as she continued throating him. Eventually she came off with a raspy inhale sound, leaving the upper half of his pecker lathered in spit. It drooled down her chin and off the top of his cock muscle where it met the glans. Her paw jerked him slowly while she looked up at him with those blazing ruby eyes. “Want me to make you cum like this?"

Jericho had to blink and mull his jaw around to collect himself. “Well, if you keep that up I definitely will."

“Is that a yes?"

He gulped. “Yeah, that'd be nice."

She grinned up at him. “It'd be my pleasure." So she claimed, but when her mouth was back around Jericho's pole it was he who suffered all the delight. She didn't deep throat him but kept a tight seal with her lips and her fist which covered everything her mouth couldn't. While her head resumed a fluid bob she corkscrewed her fist up and down the rest, leaving no inch of that awesome length uncovered. The suction was intense enough to cave her cheeks in. Her tongue was pasted to the underside of his meat. The sounds she made were rude and raunchy. [i]Schllllp. Schhhhhhhp. Shllllllllk. Schlllllllllurp.[/i]

It had the desired effect on Jericho. His knees damn near gave way beneath him as a white-hot joy seared itself along his pole and down into his balls. He had to grab a pawful of her hair just to keep himself from collapsing. Looking up Hariette saw his face contorting. “[i]Ahh! Hahhh! Fuck! Huhhh! Uhhhh![/i]" He looked down and caught her making eye contact. It cut right down to the soul, throwing him off the edge, headfirst into a ground shattering orgasm. “[i]Hyuuuuuhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" His knees bent further and his spine bowed under the weight of ecstasy now billowing out through his loins. An eruption of thickish white ivory struck Harriet in her tongue and throat, repeating with every heavy crunch of his cock muscle.

She slowed to a stop and came off his dick with a [i]pop![/i] She hung her mouth open and began jerking him rapidly, unloading those ghastly cum pearls onto her twitchy tongue and spit-glossed gums. One, two, three more spurts and Jericho was finished. She closed her mouth on quite the load, swallowing its coppery contents in one gulp. The molten warmth slithering down her gullet and plopping into her tummy sent gooseprickles across her skin and made her nipples hard. The inferno between her thighs grew even hotter, something Jericho would have to take care of.

She continued stroking his rapidly softening phallus. She looked up at him with a spit-wreathed smile. “How was that, big boy?"

Jericho's mind was still swimming headfirst into the current of dopamine Harriet had dunked him into. His mouth was dry and his vision was uncoupled. He had to blink a few times before answering. "[i]Whew[/i]. Yeah, that was fucking awesome. Holy shit."

She patted his thigh. “Glad you liked it. Now you've got me wet as fuck down there. If you don't mind gettin' hard for me again and doing something with this, that'd be appreciated."

“I definitely can, but it's gonna take me a minute."

“That's alright. I know you got lots of blood to pump." She gave his cock a nice squeeze at the root, squishing whatever blood was in it towards the head and making it flare. “I'll be happy to help."

“Mmf. I got an idea. Lay on your back for me."

Harriet obeyed by getting up and lying back on the bed with her legs still hanging over the edge. “Like this?"

“That's perfect~" Jericho got down to the carpet on his knees.

“Ooooh, the gentleman, I see~" she purred.

“Quite." He waddled on his knees closer to the bed and parted her legs for access to her panties. The G-string was soaked see-through with the fabric clung to the cloven shape of her cunny. The smell of her arousal burned his nostrils, adding vigor to his tail wagging and accelerating the rebirth of his erection. He reached for her waistband and began very slowly rolling them down her beautiful thighs. She closed her legs for him then reopened them once she was bottomless. There was her feminism, a neat slit of pink carved out of the surrounding blonde fluff that covered her underbelly. A more unruly thatch of crotch fur sprouted just above it, inviting Jericho's inspection.

He leaned into the bed frame, chest against the mattress, head between her thighs. He lifted her legs onto her shoulders, purposefully trapping himself in that pleasant fog of girl smell. Looking past the fine pudge of her belly and over the mighty swell of her tits he could see her peering down at him, eager for his next move. Eyes locked with hers, he nuzzled the inner part of her thigh with that chilly dog nose, making her hamstring twitch. His lips furled back so he could gnaw at her a little bit until finally he dove his snout into her flower to deliver a small, princely kiss.

A tiny gasp made her bosom rise. “Ohhh, Jerry baby. Mmmm~"

Jericho closed his eyes and pressed his snout more deeply into her trench, feeling and hearing those soft cunt petals squish. His pink paddle tongue slithered forth into her steamy velvet, savoring the grip and coppery taste. At once her most delicate muscles began to quiver, inviting more of his exploration which he provided with a deeper dive into her quim. With just a few lazy squirms of the tongue he had her womanhood mapped. At the apex of her trench lie that immaculate pleasure pearl. Just deeper was that sponge of nerves he obliged to prod and lash ever so gently. He gripped his arms around her thighs more tightly, holding them around his head so that her many leg shivers would jiggle against his ears.

Harriet's spine arched backwards, splaying her hair and bunny ears across the sheets. Her mouth was hung open in an erotic O, the jaw flexing with each gasp and moan that escaped her on reflex. “[i]Huhhhh! Ohhhh, yes. Baby… Oh, I like that. Huhhh… Yes… Mmmm~[/i]" Her paw went to his head and clawed at his creamy locks. A soft tug further sank his snout into her pussy, something he welcomed and rewarded with a sharp jab against her clit. That got a sharp inhale out of her. “[i]Huh! Oh fuck. That's it. Huhhhhhhhhhh~[/i]"

Jericho took his sweet time. He was dimly aware of his penis getting harder below, but it had a way to go before being completely stiff. His plan was to make her cum after that had happened. Given the positive reception, he was confident she was OK with waiting. So for now he reserved himself to merely probing her cunt. At one point he drew his mouth away to begin lashing up the full length of her girl wound, deliberately licking up all the sweet juice he'd milked from her. It glistened on the flanks of her fat pussy lips which he would part with every upwards swing of the tongue. A thickish tear of it drooled down the bottom corner and onto her pucker. Jericho felt adventurous and lapped it up too, successfully getting a jolt and a shrill chirp out of her.

“Mmmm, you're a monster," she said with a playful growl. Jericho just grinned to himself and went back to work.

His erection had returned after a short while, signaling it was time to finish things. One paw unraveled itself from her leg and came up underneath with the middle and ring fingers extended. They slid into her quim just beneath his jaw, the tips aimed for her G-spot which he petted with a gentle 'come here' motion. Harriet responded appropriately, another howling gasp rolling into her lungs. It was maintained by Jericho wrapping his lips around her pearl and suckling it rapidly. [i]Tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch-tch.[/i]

That put a few octaves into Harriet's pitch. “[i]Huh! Huh! Huh! Oh God! Huh! Jerry! Fuck! Huhhhhh![/i]" Her belly was heaved into the air. She clawed at the sheets around her head where her hair was splayed out into a fiery corona. Ribbons of the purest delight were rainbowing across her loins and throughout her core. She threw her legs open as far as they could go, inviting more of that silvery tongue.

Jericho unleashed it upon her. With the tight suction of his lips was the blurry rattle of his tongue tip on her clit. Just less chaotic was the angry jab of his two fingers. All of that combined to create a froth of pussy juices around his snout. The excited exhales from his nose beat into the sexual surge while the inhales through his mouth invited it into his throat. Harriet's voice struck an apex along with her ecstasy, all of it crashing down upon the arrival of her orgasm.

“[i]Heeeeeuuuuuuuuuggggggghhhhhuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh~~~!!![/i]" That womanly caterwaul was stuttered by the violent spasm of her legs and tummy. Her abdomen collapsed on itself to the beat of her contractions, each one brought by a wave of delight so sharp she thought she would faint. Her floor muscle bulged out her cunt and her pucker into Jericho's face, smearing him with that froth of thickish girl honey. It fazed him none, that flick of the tongue and jab of the finger working to maintain her climax for as long as it would go.

It died down slowly, leaving Harriet in the leg-jiggling aftershock. Her back slapped back down onto the mattress while the chest heaved with each whimper-moan she let out. “[i]Huhhhhh… Huhhhh… Huhhhh… Oh baby… Jerry… Fuck… Huhhhhhhhhh… Yes… Oh my God…[/i]"

A very proud Jericho pulled his face out of her crotch. His ear-to-ear grin was utterly lathered in her cum, the warmth of which sent shivers across his skin and made him happy. “And how was that?"

Harriet, once she had her voice under control, laughed. “Hahaha… Hahhhh… How do you think it was? Mmmmm, fuck. Holy shit. I'm flying. Huhhhh…" She pulled her head up and looked past her bosom to see her cream pasted all over that goofy smile of his. She giggled. “You look handsome."

“Yeah? And you look beautiful, especially from this angle."

Harriet sat upright, towering over him with that precipice of chest acting like an awning. She ran a finger down his cheek to scrape up some of her cum. It went right into her mouth and was suckled clean. “Mmmm… I feel beautiful. Come here." She helped him stand up so the two of them could kiss. Unbothered by the taste of her orgasm on his lips, she obliged to lap it up until he was clean.

The warm, wet rasp of her tongue on his face was the ultimate opioid, almost lulling him to sleep. Keeping him awake was the intensity of his erection, now ready for action and dying to breed her. She punctuated the cleanup with a peck on his dog nose before lying back to show off her cunny. “Looks like that thing's about ready now. Mind puttin' it to use for us?"

“Not at all." He gestured towards the center of the bed. “Let's get comfortable."

Harriet crawled backwards and laid her head on the pillows. Jericho climbed on after her, that fat pecker jutting from his crotch like an exclamation point. She was waiting for him with her legs open, that gaped womanhood aching for his insertion. Jericho knelt between her thighs, stunned for a moment by the sight of all that woman laid out for him. Her eruption of red hair was fanned out spectacularly. Her breasts were still held behind her bra and yet they astounded him with their shape and rotundity. Harriet took his polite stare as a cue to finally strip nude. She lifted her back and reached behind herself to unstrap the bra. It came off between her pinched thumb and finger, leaving those Jovian jugs to spill outwards into their natural shape. At their summits poked some rosy, pink nipples, the areolas growing a forest of bumps within the bedroom AC.

“God, you're so pretty," breathed Jericho.

“Mmmm, thank you. And you're so handsome and hung. Be a good boy and fuck me?"

“Y-yeah~" He took hold of his pole by the mid-shaft and aimed it at her flower. The head squished into her petals, uniting the fiery heat of their sexes and igniting a shiver between them both. Harriet moaned. Jericho clenched his jaw. With the softest shoves he breached her gates, swaddling the flare of his cock helmet with her velvet. His mouth fell open with a joyous sigh. “Hahhh…" He balanced on his paws on her hips and began driving deeper into her folds, watching as more of that vascular fuck pillar vanished.

Harriet's eyelids fluttered as her head slumped back into the pillows. “[i]Huhhhhhh~[/i]" One paw was laid next to her head, the fingers held open limply. Its twin was at her clit, swirling that bead against the gentlemanly venture into her cunt. “[i]God… So fucking big. Fuck, it's so good.[/i]"

Jericho's blushing face struggled to remain stoic as her exquisite tightness choked him without mercy. Electric pleasure crackled up his loins, making him shiver. “Oh, Harriet. Hahhh… That's tight. Huh… Huhhh…" He powered through such crippling delight until finally his orbs landed on her buttocks. She had him to the root, each throb and quiver between them felt with stark sincerity.

Harriet's head continued to swoon and sway with her mouth agape, letting fly her desperate pleas. “[i]Ohhhh… Jerry, baby. Huhhhhh… Fuck me. Please. Huhhh… Fuck me…[/i]"

He didn't have to be told again. “Y-yeah." His hips swung backwards, withdrawing half of his pole from her quim before returning it with a swift and heavy thrust. It shot an arc into Harriet's spine, her mouth flying open even wider with the announcement of her approval. Jericho repeated again and again, soon establishing a nice rhythm of humps that rocked the bed, squelched Harriet's pussy, and clapped his balls on the underside of her buttocks.

[i]Plup-plup-plup-plup-plup.[/i]

His bedroom was rife with the sound of her moans. “[i]Ohhhh yes. Oh my Goooood. Huhhhh! Huhhhh! Ohhhh, Jerry… Fuck me… Yes. Ohhhhhhhhhh…[/i]"

Jericho had a few moans of his own. It was difficult maintaining such a heavy cadence when his boyish glutes were already starting to fatigue. He could distract himself on the iron grip around his cock, the one milking him for his every inch and throb. “Oh fuck. Hahhh… Harriet. Oh fuck, that's so good… Hmmm… Fffffffffffuhhhhhh…" His attention came to her chest as it always did. Her tits bounced and swung under the power of his thrusts. The nipples rolled in opposing orbits, hypnotizing him. It was too tempting. In one quick move he removed his paws from her hips and grabbed both breasts, sinking his fingers into their angelic softness like he'd been wanting to the moment he first laid eyes on her. His fingers sank into them like pools of water, their exquisite coat of rabbit fur tickling him. The nipples grew stiff against his paw pads, electrifying the tendons in his forearms into giving her a tight squeeze. “God, you're so fucking beautiful," he grunted loudly. Far from losing momentum from such a maneuver, it invigorated him into fucking her harder.

[i]Plup-plup-plup-PLUP-PLUP-PLUP-PLUP[/i]

Harriet thanked him accordingly. “[i]Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh! Yes! YES! Oh my GOD! Fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh~![/i]" Her fingers had turned into a blur on her clit, spiking what was already a divine sensation into something sinful. Her powerful thigh muscles closed around his lower back, flattening his tail down between his legs and scissoring her ankles together right above them. It shortened Jericho's backswings, forcing him into a more rapid jackhammer that Harriet enjoyed even more greatly.

[i]PLUP-PLUP-PLUP-pluplupluplupluplupluplupluplup-[/i]

Jericho's torso leaned over her, bringing that winced visage of his closer to hers. Their breaths intermingled. Their moans harmonized. It wasn't close enough for Harriet who abruptly wrapped her arms around his neck and yanked him downwards onto her, landing his face astride her neck so that they were cheek-to-cheek, chest-to-chest, heart-to-heart. The heat and weight of their bodies interlocked, Jericho felt the inevitable coming on.

“Hahhh… Harriet. I'm cumming. About to cum! Hahhh!"

“[i]Oh God, Jerry baby, yes. Cum inside me. Huhhh… Yes! YES! I'm cumming! HUHHH~![/i]"

Just a few more heavy, mattress-sinking humps from there and Jericho was over the edge. His head launched up from Harriet's shoulder, his teeth bared in a terrific snarl, a loud growl thundering out of him. “Hrrrrnnnnggggghhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh~~~!!!" Another fountain of spurts rocketed from him, striking her womb point blank and filling the whole of her velvet cavity. That hearty cock muscle collapsed on itself, powering his ropes and pulling on his balls in their purse.

Harriet came right alongside him, that golden rush of seed what dragged her down with him. She joined his growl with an even louder, throat-tearing caterwaul. Her whole body bounced and spasmed beneath him. The greedy contractions of her cunt squeezed him and squirted forth a creamy load of her own that smeared itself along his pole, especially the base which he kept pasted to her vulva. They both flew on a cloud of delight, their intermeshed sexes feeding into a protracted and mutual climax.

Jericho slumped back down onto her when he was finished, panting hard and shaking like a leaf. Harriet was still on the downswing, squirming and whimpering beside his ear while her paw groped the back of his head. Some time passed with just them breathing hard before Harriet was able to laugh. “Hahhhh, Jericho baby. Ohhhhh… That was the best sex I've had in years. Oh fuck…"

Jericho lifted his head above hers. His eyelids were off kilter and his cheeks were red. “That was the best I've ever had. Fuck…"

Harriet smiled proudly. She grabbed his cheeks and smooched him on the nose. “Glad to hear it. Why don't we clean up and get some sleep. Alright?"

Jericho could feel how hot his cheeks were against her palms. “Yeah. That sounds great." He pulled out of her to uncork a fat slug of ivory from her properly christened chalice. She took time to borrow his shower while he removed the fitted sheet and its enormous wet spot. Too tired to replace it, he just laid out the comforter and threw a blanket over it. He came into the bathroom to wash his penis at the same time Harriet was getting out of the shower.

“Oh, let me take care of that," she said before getting on her knees and happily licking clean his limpened pecker.

Jericho just stood against the sink counter, blushing. “Th-thanks. Mmf."

The two lovers retired to bed where they crawled underneath the blanket and cuddled. Jericho buried his face into her bosom and hugged her tightly while she petted the back of his head. His exhaustion combined with Harriet's immense softness had him asleep in just a few minutes.

Jericho could pat himself on the back. He'd gone out that night to make friends. He accomplished that and then some, gaining a friend and some very, very nice benefits.

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