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This story was written for Serling as his Patreon Flash Fiction story for November. The prompt was "Tail Appreciation" and contains intimate M/M teasing between consenting adults.

Not Quite an Ass Man

A mirror behind the various bottles of liquor seemed to be an increasingly common feature of bars these days. Whether it was to give the impression of a larger selection of booze, to allow the bartenders to observe things while their backs were turned to the crowd, or simply to make what could be a rather crowded space larger for staff and patrons alike, it was hard to say. For Chris however, the mirror behind the bar at which he was standing did serve a purpose on that particular evening. Clear as day, the skunk saw himself being checked out. He saw in the reflective glass the eyes of a nearby rabbit widen as they settled upon what he presumed to be his rear end, and bulge all the more so when Chris teasingly waved his tail from side to side, swaying his hips and thus his ass in turn in time with the music pumping its way through the drinking establishment.

After perhaps ten seconds transfixed by the skunk, the bunny seemed to realise that he was staring. With a shameful blush he tore his eyes away from the jean-clad ass in question and padded towards the bar itself, coming to rest just beside where Chris was standing, watching and waiting as the bartender poured him a pint of cider from the tap nearby.

At first, the two men said nothing to one another. Why would they? The rabbit had no idea he'd been caught in his rather inappropriately public gawping at the skunk's ass, and Chris, while certainly not lacking in confidence, had no intention of picking someone up for the night. This was just meant to be a quiet night out with some friends, and the sooner he got his pint and padded back over to join those with whom he'd come to the bar, the sooner he could forget all about the bunny who'd seemed so intensely, if briefly transfixed by his buttocks.

Although... as Chris now glanced into the bar's mirrored back once more, he couldn't help but notice how cute the rabbit was. Caramel brown fur patched with white spots. Ears both large and lopped. Face kind and warm, lit up with a passive smile even as he waited to be served.

The skunk received his pint of cider with a warm smile a few seconds later, but did not return to his friends as he'd expected to. Instead, he stepped to the left. Towards the rabbit. Closer, intimately close in fact to the bunny's side. He twitched his tail towards the rabbit, and smirked as the other man jumped visibly when the thick brush of the skunk's tail caressed his right arm.

"So... you liked what you saw, I hope?"

The rabbit's eyes bulged once again, though this time not in delight as they checked out the skunk, but in mortified dismay.

"I... I d-didn't... I mean, I'm sorry, I..."

One of Chris' hands reached out and caressed the rabbit's nearest arm, running along the unbearably soft fur with the most teasing and delicate of touches.

"Hey, it's cool. I don't mind being appreciated. Particularly not by someone as cute as you. Look... tell me to back off if you were just browsing, or if you have friends you'd rather be hanging out with. That's cool if you do. But... wanna sit down together? Have a bit of a chat, maybe... I dunno, see where the night takes us?"

The rabbit's mouth fell open, slack-jawed with shock. Clearly he wasn't the type to normally spend his evenings scoping out ass-talent in bars, and almost certainly not the type to get hit on in return by the one he'd been caught checking out. And yet, stunned as he may have been...

"Uh... s-sure. I'd like that... I think."

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"So, you're an ass man, huh? I've never personally gotten that whole thing. Being so into one body part that it alone can be the difference between liking someone, or not."

They'd barely sat down in the booth, roughly equidistant between their two abandoned groups of friends, when Chris asked the question of the bunny. Now having identified himself as Vincent, the rabbit's eyes bulged, but not in the kind of embarrassment that came from being asked such a personal question by a relative stranger. It wasn't the question that had him so shocked, but rather the assumption laid within it.

"O-oh god, I'm sorry. But, I... I wasn't checking out your ass."

That gave Chris pause. At first he was ready just to chuckle and tell the rabbit that there was no shame in it, but when he looked into Vincent's eyes and saw the sincerity that burned within, he couldn't help but feel like the bunny was being genuinely honest with him. Sure enough, Vincent explained himself. Red faced, wide eyed with humiliation as he found himself admitting the truth, he laid his cards out on the table to the skunk.

"It was... u-uhm... your tail. I was checking out your tail."

Leaning forward, allowing the tail in question some room to move where it rested between his own back and the leather seating of the booth, Chris' eyes glimmered with curiosity.

"My tail? You mean like, you were admiring how well groomed it is, like you wanted to ask what shampoo I use? Or, you were checking it out, like an ass man would a tight pair of cheeks."

Vincent squirmed in his seat, obviously wholly unused to talking about this kind of thing. Yet still, perhaps simply because of how open they had been in admitting their curiosities and desires thus far, he answered the question honestly and without deflection.

"T-the second one."

Almost immediately, Chris began to move. To shuffle round in the booth so that soon he was no longer sitting across from Vincent, but directly next to the rabbit. Calmly, carefully, he took a sip of his cider, and watched as the bunny mimicked him with a gulp from his bottle of beer.

"You like a nice, big, fluffy tail on a man, huh?"

He twitched his tail towards the rabbit, and playfully teased Vincent's nose with its tip. Rather than looking like he wanted to sneeze though, or being amused or even annoyed by the skunk's overly forward action, the bunny tensed up. He sat bolt upright, clutching painfully tight at his beer with one hand and grasping hold of one of the skunk's paws under the table.

"A-aah... h-hey... please, don't do that... it's... I mean... please, just... let me explain. I'm not... I mean, I've never... w-with a guy. It's not about gender. Not about anything like that. It's just... tails, y'know?"

Once again the skunk waved his tail in front of Vincent, this time pushing more of the lush brush into the rabbit's face. He felt the hand already clasping at his own tighten its grip, flexing and quivering as a strangled moan escaped the bunny. His eyes widened, and a broad grin spread across his muzzle. He'd heard of people like this. People with fetishes so strong that regardless of how inconsequential the stimulation might be to someone else, it was devastating in its effectiveness to them. But to actually see it. To actually be experiencing it, first-hand? He couldn't help himself. He had to explore more. To test the rabbit's limitations, and see just how far the appreciation Vincent had for a nice bushy tail went.

"So what you're telling me is... if it has a fluffy, cute and well tended tail, you don't care if it's attached to a guy or a girl?"

Vincent whimpered bashfully.

"N-no. I... I like women. Really. I swear. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed or closeted. I'm not homophobic or anything shitty like that. I'm... I just... tails, I like them more. It doesn't matter what... w-who they're attached to. That's why you have to stop teasing me with it. Why you c-can't... oh god, nnh... no..."

The rabbit's attempts at explaining himself trailed off into a desperate whimper of terrified lust as Chris lifted the hand clutching his own, and moved it to his tail. He placed Vincent's paw in his tail's lush, soft black and white striped fur, and grinned as he began to wave it from side to side, only to feel the rabbit's fingers not just trembling in place, but pushing themselves through and against his fur as he did so.

"The question is though... what would you do for a chance to indulge those needs of yours? You say you aren't into guys... but, would you make an exception? If it meant spending a whole night with a tail like mine, would you be willing to accept and enjoy the man who came attached to it?"

By that point the rabbit's face was practically buried in the skunk's tail, and both Vincent's hands were now caressing and fondling the twitching column of flesh that rested at the centre of all that rich and gossamer soft fur. Chris could feel the bunny nuzzling and breathing deeply into the fur of his tail. He could feel the rabbit's whole body trembling violently beside him in the booth. And though the volume of the bar's chatter kept Vincent's gasps and murmurs from being noticed, he was beginning to feel bashful colour rising in his own cheeks, stunned by just how wild he was finding himself able to drive the rabbit purely based on the motion and mere presence of his tail.

Mere moments later, with a devilish grin he tugged his tail away from the rabbit's twitching nose and twitching fingertips, and turned his body towards Vincent, moving the tail out of range even as the rabbit attempted to recapture it within his hands.

He stared deep into the rabbit's eyes, seeing the hunger, the fire, the desperation that burned within. He grinned, and repeated his question in simpler terms.

"If I promise to let you spend tonight worshipping and fondling my tail... if I say you can do anything you want to it? Rub any part of yourself all over it, lick it, hump it, do anything and everything with it?"

His eyes sparkled with delight as the rabbit gave a bashful whimper, and stared helplessly with longing at the tail twitching just out of reach of his still trembling, partially outstretched hands.

"Will you suck my cock? Man or not, will you spend the night with me, if it means spending the night with my tail?"

The rabbit peered into the skunk's eyes, and whimpered louder still as he realised that Chris wasn't kidding or teasing; that his offer was genuine. A whole night with that tail. A whole night with that glorious, soft, huge fluffy tail, and all he had to do... all he had to offer in exchange, was a little open-mindedness.

He nodded. He moaned. His lopped ears and cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, and under the table he felt one of Chris' hands drifting up his thigh, briefly and playfully exploring his crotch, and sure enough discovering the straining, twitching tent that his tail-centric foreplay had provoked.

"For this... for your tail? A whole night? O-oh god, Chris... e-even if you were offering me just five minutes with it, I'll do anything.Anything."

By Jeeves

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