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On rare days not spent pleasuring one of the many partners she already had or seeking out new ones to fill in the gaps, reptilian sexpot Qhala behaved much like any other woman. A little shopping, maybe going to see a movie, perhaps enjoying a simple jog in the park in tight-fitting gym clothes; but if any of those innocuous activities led to sex, wonderful.

And also like any other woman, Qhala had her share of girlfriends. For the most part, she kept sex apart from her social life, preferring her lady friends to be platonic companions, but there was an exception to the rule: Sylvia.

Sylvia could be fun on days when she wasn't rosy-cheeked from embarrassment, although some entertainment could be derived from that (the outwardly good-natured Qhala would not, of course, ever admit to such evil feelings). She was a bunny rabbit, tiny and young, looking the part especially in her freckled face. Rarely smiling, always blushing, perpetually seeking clothes which didn't accentuate her gigantic horse cock and balls. It was a perpetual and hopeless endeavor.

Today was a free day for Qhala. No work, no plans to see any of her many admirers. She planned to spend it with Sylvia, harboring hopes to bring the rabbit a little further out of her shell. You're a lovely girl and I'm sure any number of good men would find what you have very desirable, she earnestly said. Won't you please let me show you around a bit? I won't let anyone harm you.

And the response was always the same: I can't, it's bad enough to get up and go to work. And what if I get turned on? Gosh...

Not long after Qhala arrived and after Sylvia politely served her a glass of iced tea, she made her usual suggestion: "Wouldn't you like to come do some things with me? Girly things, frilly things," she chuckled. "Try on new clothes, watch handsome young men at the gym, perhaps enjoy lunch at some outdoor cafe?"

Sylvia shook her head and her long hair wagged. "I ca-a-an't. I've been really sensitive today," she moaned.

At this Qhala enjoyed a smirk, but hid it behind her glass of tea. "Sylvia-a-a," she tutted, earning the bunny's intent gaze. "Oh, dear Sylvia..."

"What?"

Qhala stepped around the table, sat beside the bunny, put a hand on her thigh in a terribly suggestive way. Everything Qhala did felt suggestive, even when she was behaving in a completely benign way. "You poor girl, oh so shy," said Qhala with a gentle shake of her head as she rubbed up and down the bunny's thigh. The smile on her face said everything: she knew exactly the effect her touch was having on the bunny, and the tight frown on Sylvia's face said won't you please stop that you know how sensitive I am! Of course Qhala knew that too.

Fished down the left leg of her sweat pants (Sylvia preferred them around the house, sweats being the most forgiving pants when her penis decided it was time to give her trouble), the long and black shaft of her cock began to swell, the flare at the head bulging down near the ankle of the pantleg. Sylvia sincerely whined and said, "Qhala, do-o-on't..."

"But I mu-u-ust," Qhala replied, speaking with the tiniest of giggles. She leaned low and smooched Sylvia on the cheek, finding it hot to match her blush. This saw Qhala's smile change into a grin, and a rather devious one at that. That expression perfectly matched the way she slid her hand around the obvious bulk of the hapless bunny's cock. "Goodness, but this is so swollen! How long has it been since you've taken care of it?"

Again Sylvia whined, and she looked away from Qhala's leering eyes. "Ummm... I don't know, it got hard this morning..."

The reptile started to stroke, rubbing down, rubbing up again, pausing in random spots to squeeze the shaft. Precum oozed down the last inches of Sylvia's leg, moistening her foot and the floor. It was for that reason and related ones that she lived in an apartment with hardwood floors and groutless tile.

Qhala raised a foot and pushed it into the bulbous bump of Sylvia's cockhead, and at this the bunny squealed and clenched her eyes shut. She bit her lower lip and squirmed in her seat.

"This cock of yours is wondrous, I hope you know," Qhala lowly hissed, her tone one of quiet reverence. She licked Sylvia's cheek, dragged her tongue down that svelte neck. The bunny shuddered and tilted her head but still feebly protested. Qhala, whom had no compunctions when it came to giving pleasure (especially to the well-hung), continued to work and in fact quickened her pace with both hand and foot.

Qhala rubbed and squeezed, causing Sylvia's dark horse meat to bulge the leg of sweat pants hideously, nearly doubling its width. Had Qhala not been disturbing the material, one could have counted the pulses of Sylvia's member through the gray fabric.

"It's not wondrous," Sylvia groaned. "Hah--, having a thingy this big, it's just a total nuisance. People always see the bulge it makes and they stare," she bleated.

"They stare for the same reason I'm rubbing it right now," Qhala teased, her tail swishing and swaying lustfully. She pushed especially hard on the flare of Sylvia's cock and though the bunny hid her pleasure under a wince, an enormous glob of precum drooled out and sluiced through her fur, forming a puddle below. "Because it's perfect. If I could coax you into fucking me, then believe me, dear girl," she cooed, taking a moment to smooch the bunny's neck, "I'd so rarely leave you alone."

The bunny shook her head, trying to shut out the idea that anyone could want anything to do with that freakishly big and out-of-place cock of hers. Some small part of her knew Qhala was telling the truth - but was that right? Did little girls with big thingies like her deserve anything but bashfulness, a closet full of sweat pants and the lusting stares of every stranger she met? It was impossible to accept. "Qhala, please..."

"You needn't beg for it," the lizard calmly said, knowing full well what Sylvia was really imploring of her. She chuckled in sly acknowledgment of her own teasing. Rub here, push-push there, and a little extra squeeze on the flare with her toes. Sylvia was a whimpering piece of putty to be molded as Qhala saw fit, and though the reptile's plans were modest, they were intensely lurid nevertheless. She kept her foot at work but reached under the elastic waistband with her hand. There were no panties under the sweat pants, and how could there be? The few times Sylvia had tried to wear something pretty and lacy, she'd ended up with little more than expensive, silky shreds around her waist like a flaccid hula-hoop.

"Ooh, gawd! Do-o-on't!" the little rabbit whined in a tone that said however indirectly, oohmigawd yes, you're pushing all the right buttons!

Whether she really wanted it or not (Qhala's money was on the former), Qhala fondled the girl's big, black horsey ballbag. The hide on Sylvia's balls was sweaty, smooth hide puckered into goosebumps which teased Qhala's hand. She caressed the bunny's great and curving sack, playing with it not unlike how a gentle man might caress his wife's breasts.

"Lovely, every single part of you, but these," she emphasized with a little lift of her balls, "are especially so. I do believe next time I come to call on you, I'll lick the sweat from this scrotum of yours."

"Oh, that's gross," Sylvia mumbled, "that's really nasty."

"Is it," Qhala humorlessly said. "Yet you're so close. I can smell it, feel it," she declared with a grin. It was true. Sylvia's balls were pulling up taut in their hide, making the sack a little loose. Qhala preferred it snug and smooth, at which point it was most easily stroked, but she really enjoyed them no matter their surface tension. "Mmm, yes, you're going to make quite a mess, aren't you?"

The rabbit huffed through her nostrils, leaned back on the sofa, let her head hang over the backrest. "Please, sta-a-ap," she unconvincingly pled. "There's always so much of that nasty sticky stuff...!"

Qhala allowed herself an almost evil laugh. "That's exactly what I'm banking on," she said. Still with her hand snaked down the poor rabbit's sweat pants, Qhala clutched bare cockflesh and squeezed it in her soft fingers. She stroked it with that same grip, keeping it squeezed good and tight. Though it couldn't be seen for the material of the pants, mighty veins bulged all the way down to the flare.

"Yesss, cum for me," the reptile huffed. She ground her snout into Sylvia's neck. "You're so close. Tell me how right I am."

"Yuh--, ah, gawd," Sylvia groaned. "You're right, you're right, but please!"

"Please, may I have more?" Qhala slyly suggested.

"Nuh--!"

Qhala smooched her lips, shutting her up. "Of course you may have more," she calmly said. As the lizard slid off the couch, Sylvia felt the smallest amount of relief, but she wasn't sure why. She knew exactly what Qhala was about to do, after all. And sure enough, Qhala rolled up the leg of her sweat pants and bared her thick prick as it frotted her ankle like a dildo she'd tried to hide in her pantleg.

A happy smile creased Qhala's snout. Sylvia's penis, seen previously in mere relief, was now bared to her. It was a cock worth waiting all this time for, so Qhala thought as she lifted Sylvia's stout, but short leg and rested the foot on her shoulder. Like so, the head of the little bunny's enormous cock drizzled close to her lips, staining the sports bra she wore. Qhala never minded a glaze on her tits. She felt it only enhanced her natural beauty, and she wasn't wrong at all.

"Oh, god, Qhala," Sylvia grumbled, hugging herself. "I'm gonna--, I'm close to--, to making a mess," she shamefully uttered.

"Excellent," came the reptile's sapient reply. She scooted closer, pushed her lips to Sylvia's member. The flare was enormous against her lips and was plainly too big for her mouth, at least at the moment. Though the lizard hadn't yet encountered a cock she couldn't guzzle down and didn't intend for Sylvia's to be the exception, now was not the time for training. She simply suckled and licked as best as she could, forming a seal on the curve of the flare. Musky, bitter precum from the bunny's stallion side coated Qhala's tongue and filled her senses with its tart flavor. Qhala closed her eyes.

As she worked the flare, Qhala rubbed the shaft with a hand; the other she left on Sylvia's ankle to keep that leg (and consequently the penis) where it belonged.

Sylvia grimaced and squirmed; she panted and whimpered. Her balls felt like they'd swollen to the size of basketballs and it wasn't an inaccurate comparison. Even the loose leg of her sweat pants felt cramped with her swollen horsemeat stuffed down inside of it, and Qhala's ministrations were agonizing in their pleasure. Every part of the cute young rabbit was trying to hold back. Her mind screamed at her, telling her how bad this was, how imminent a big mess from her thingy was, but it was getting easier to ignore. Another part of her was talking over it, its voice getting a little louder with every rub and suckle and throb. You're about to blow such a big fucking load, aren't you? You're gonna blow Qhala's head off with that big, fat prick of yours, aren't you, girl?

Yes, Sylvia thought shamefully. "Ohmigawd yes," she blurted, earning Qhala's attention in the form of a coy gaze. "Ooh, oh...! God," the bunny puffed. She hugged herself tight, curling inward like her stomach ached. She was shuddering and sweating and her cheeks were beet red. "Oh--! Ahh, fuck! I'm gonna cum so hard!" she suddenly brayed.

The outburst startled Qhala as much as it pleased her and took her off her guard just long enough for the seal to break. A mere moment later, Sylvia came like a fire hose. It was an unstoppable gush of semen, overpacked in even her big equine balls. Every inch of her cock throbbed, the flesh all tingling as her nuts dumped all over Qhala.

Oh, Qhala tried to close the seal again and contain the mess, but Sylvia's climaxes defied containment. Like a breaking dam or a rolling mudslide, once Sylvia started there was not stopping - only sticky, goopy devastation downstream. Qhala gulped down more than a fair share as more still ran down her chin, caked in her cleavage, ruined her sports bra and her shorts too. She could feel Sylvia's slop soaking into her panties where it even warmed her muff, and it just kept coming.

By the time Sylvia at last stopped, she was exhausted. Qhala comically dripped with her mess. It rolled off her snout, her fingers, even the curves of her breasts, dropping like rain.

There hung Sylvia's cock, jutting out of the rolled-up leg of her sweat pants but already falling soft again. The dregs of a massive orgasm dribbled from her cockhead like it had a runny nose. Qhala gently set her leg down and, still kneeling in a puddle of spent slop, asked with a hint of humor, "I don't suppose you've got any napkins handy?"