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A year ago today I met Kris.

It was supposed to be my sister's wedding. After a couple of years of dating, Randall had finally popped the question. No doubt they had been doing the speeches at the reception when I'd left, maybe cutting the cake even. Part of me felt bad I hadn't been there to clap along with the rest of the crowd, and to laugh at any mishap or quirky stories that were told, but that part was smothered by the bulge that grew in my neatly ironed suit trousers. Lucy had gone for a light colour, so all the men had to be dressed in fog grey. It made stains awful to see, and one had leaked into my crotch. I had to keep my paws firmly clasped together as the guy I was sitting with drove us back to the hotel.

He'd spoke to me at the bar earlier. Just a fleeting chance encounter; he bumped into me, apologised and then gave me with smile that could have probably melted butter. To be honest, I'd been eying up the bartender for a while, but when he'd nudged me it threw my game. He was maybe five years older than me, somewhere in his very early thirties, but kept that youthful look of a man who had just passed twenty-five. Probably a relative of some kind though I'd never met him and so didn't know his name. His fur though was a stark pink, soft though for its shade but just such an oddity I'd thought I'd never see. I mean, I had seen those battery adverts with their rabbit mascot - an absolute hunk if I might add - so I knew bizarre fur colouration was possible, just didn't know it to be true. I thought it were an urban myth, but seeing it now... I wondered in my head if he ever questioned his sense of masculinity, but as I did so he just smiled and walked away with his drink, the cocky bastard. Seems like he knew where his balls were. I got all flustered with the bartender and then walked away awkwardly with my gin and tonic. Spying him somewhere on the other side of the room chatting to an uncle of mine, I figured it'd be the last I really saw or heard of him.

But I was wrong. When there was a delay with the food, he snuck his way over to me and sat down next to me. He had a second drink with him for me, the one I'd ordered up at the bar. It was a freebie, so I accepted and chatted with him for a while. He too had wondered who I was, and turns out we were some distant cousins like three times removed or whatever. His name was Kris, and he worked for some lawyer firm in another state. He apparently had been good friends with Randall back in college, so whilst they'd drifted apart he'd been invited anyway as a small nod of appreciation. I'd told him I was Harry, and that I was the bride's brother. We joked about it would have been weird for me to be a bridesmaid. Though then he said something that caught me even more off guard than that smile of his; he then chipped in that he wondered if I'd look sexy in a dress. I blustered that I'd have no idea, and that you'd never catch me dead in one, followed up by my probably most nervous laugh. He didn't laugh back, just smirked and shot me the same butter-melting smile.

One drink after the other soon followed, and with a warm haze of alcohol burning brightly on my cheeks I followed him to his car. He had one arm draped lazily across my shoulders, and that big meaty paw of his stroked tenderly along my chest. It undid the bow tie easily as we waited, and out of sight I groped along the muscles of his stomach. This was really happening... Even though we were related, it was okay. It wasn't close enough and this would probably end up just being a one night thing. Besides, he was too good to just pass up. His smile did all the work, and if he flashed one just at the right time I might have exploded into my jockstrap there and then.

We pulled up outside some cheap looking hotel. It seemed a good enough establishment, but the potted plants were clearly fake and a faint smell of cigarette smoke clung to the walls plastered already in dated wallpaper. I'd seen worse in my time, so I just scampered alongside Kris, heading up the stairs without so much as a word shared between us until we got to his room. The door was thrown open and he was on me like a light. His hot breath against my mouth, chaste kisses that pushed me to the edge of bliss. He nibbled on my bottom lip as we tumbled back onto the bed, him quickly throwing off our blazers and waistcoats before unbuttoning his shirt. When the fabric was undone, I let my paws stroke and rub against that mighty chest of his, my fingers digging into the short pink fur and rubbing along his nubs. A groan came muffled into my open maw, and we kissed deeply as our clothes become mere annoyances that had to be rid of.

He stopped his assault of my mouth by pulling up slowly, slipping off his shirt and then allowing me to get undressed. I pulled down my trousers without so much as a second though, my jockstrap stretched as it tried to contain my erection. He let one of his giant fingers gently scrape against my head through the sodden underwear, teasing and torturing me, making me shudder and moan in need. Spurts of pre seeped through and onto his fingertip, and I watched with my mouth opened in pants of lust as he licked up my juice. He made an effort to make sure I knew what he was doing, making a show for me as his expression was one of dark lust and pleasure. He hooked a thick thumb around the waistband and not only took them but he tore them away. The elastic gave out with barely any struggle, and I was left cold and exposed under his horny stare. My manhood was only a few inches long, barely reaching up the average, but it leaked like a faucet as I sat there before him. My breathing was rapid, anticipating his nudeness and what other wonders lay beneath. I was caught on the ropes as he reached up to his own suit trousers, carefully and painfully slowly undoing the fly.

I will probably hate myself for admitting this, but I let out a gasp of shock as his trousers fell away. He had gone commando the whole time, throughout the entire wedding in a suit with no underwear, but what gave me the most to drop my jaw about was his size. Barely hard, he looked thicker than my own arm, and looked like it could grow longer than it too. Veins ran along its base, and already he too was a dripping mess. If I were recounting this story differently, and if I didn't want people to know the truth, I might have said I resisted the urge to drop to my knees and suckle on his monster with gusto, but I can't lie. His pants had barely touched the floor before my knees did, and my mouth opened as wide as it could to accept his member. The pre was thicker than what I'd usually tasted, but it was sweet and slick. I flicked my tongue along his head, begging for more before I finally sealed my lips around his girth. I couldn't believe it, that he'd hidden this monster away from me and so easily... But my mind focused on the ideal of pleasuring him, of seeing how large he could truly be. I felt the pumps of blood run along his length as the sensations hit him, making him growl and grunt, tweaking his nipples casually as I went to work on him.

Once he reached full hardness, I had to pull back and regain my breath. I stroked his cock in one paw, massaging from the incredibly thick base to the equally thick tip that made my gut churn in anxiety. I had been right; he was roughly the same length of my arm, and thicker. It would be a challenge to fit him inside me, even with the added ability to stretch. Part of me fell despondent, suddenly fearing the sex now. I lapped tentatively along his length; unable now to fit no more than two thirds into my throat before gagging took over. His crotch would always be in sight, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't fit him all in my mouth. My ass would be another story, and I shivered at the thought. Whether it was out of lust or fear was another question.

"What's the matter?" He spoke softly, though the roughness of his voice was still apparent. I don't know how he sensed my apprehension, but he did. And he picked me up in his arms and turned me around, resting my weight on top of his groin, his dick riding up into the cleft of my ass.

"Just... it's too big..."

"Sweetheart, nothing ain't too big. It'll just take a while, and a whole lot of patience." He turned me around in his grip, making me face away from him as he slipped a spit-covered finger into my hole whilst his free paw reached around and pinched my nipple. I squirmed and wriggled in his embrace, driven wild by the touches as I groped up at his head, trying to find my balance. He walked over to the mirror, carrying me as though I were a mere paperweight and held me in his clutches.

"Look at you... You want this, no matter how much you think you can't take it. You want this bad, and I'll give it to you, baby." He was right. Of course he was. I couldn't turn him down, it was too much of a good opportunity, and one I might never get again. I could do this. He'll get in me balls deep and fuck me hard with that monster...

I moaned louder as he added another of his beefy fingers, those thick digits prising me open so expertly. I was lost in the haze of need as he carried on stretching me, getting me wider and wider in preparation. He was digging deeper, and I could feel him glancing and brushing against that sweet spot buried inside me. Whimpers and moans came forward unexpectedly, and each one widened that smile of his as he knew he was finally getting somewhere. My other paw reached down and cupped his fat head, massaging in the copious rabbit jizz that dribbled and spat from his cock. Soon my paw became coated in the goo, and took my paw up to his mouth and licked off his seed from between my fingers with that flexible tongue of his. It was mesmerising to watch, to feel him so close, surrounding and filling me. It was time to kick up the pace.

"Fuck me..." I begged, my voice whining and pleading, "Fuck me, Kris, please. I want you inside of me."

"Told you, kid; I told you this meat was gonna fuck you." He lifted my higher, wrapping his arms under my thighs and spreading me apart in front of the mirror. My length stood proudly, dribbling in neglect as I breathed rapidly, watching him shuffle on his footpaws and raising that heavy cock up to my hole. My eyes were transfixed upon the sight of that bludgeon of a member pressing against my hole, the feeling and the scene both separate from each other yet very much happening at the same time. I bit my lip, whimpering as he began to push insistently with a careful force as my rim stretched. To my amazement, I watched the ring spread further and further around his manhood. I couldn't pull myself away, the sensation of my ass losing its resistance as he pushed harder, right up until my hole sucked in the head and wrapped itself around the helmet. I gasped loudly, crying out loud as the flare of pain and pleasure tore through me. That was the hard part over, now came for the stamina, forcing myself to relax and to calm as he allowed me to settle. My muscles clenched and kneaded along his meat, growing accustomed to his size ever so slowly.

Once I'd stopped writhing about, he let me drop slowly onto my cock, easing me down further and further, each inch tearing me a new one. I could feel it slipping deeper into me, reworking me as his cock tunnelled away at my gut. Deeper he want, pushing further than I thought possible. I wanted to cry out, tell him to stop, but my voice wasn't my own. I could barely breathe a single lungful of air as that head burrowed inside. The view before me showed I was halfway, and already I felt full, ready to burst. But still Kris pushed on, pushing me down further. A bulge had begun to form in my abdomen as I neared that two thirds limit. I thought this would be it, that this would be as much as I could take, but once more I was wrong. Kris had other plans, and a whole new kind of electrifying feeling shooting along my spine, making my toes curl as he dropped me the last few inches. My body launched itself into shock, shuddering and forcing an almighty groan from my throat. I couldn't believe it, his balls were nestled against my cheeks, his full length shoved deep within me. I struggled against him, caught in a throe of something I could only equate to an orgasm, though my cock remained hard and nothing came out. It was both staggering and tantalising, knowing that his monster now sat in my ass.

Gently he lifted me back up, before slamming me back down, using me as pretty much he might a cock sleeve, fucking me hard. I could feel each inch sucking along my innards' walls, stroking me deeper than any other male had before, making me moan without holding back. My voice was shrill, whining almost, but I loved it and a heady blush had spread across my pleasured face. I saw his look in the mirror, watching that slick length burying itself over and over again into my hole, his fervent desire making him thrust harder. He held nothing back, and soon my ass was being brutally rammed with his piston of a cock. Again and again he would pull from base to tip, driving the giant into my depths until I was teetering upon the quivers of an orgasm. He didn't let up, even when I came suddenly, no warning as my seed shot across the room, splattering in thin sticky lines across the mirror. It obscured the reflection, but we no longer needed it. He placed me down onto the bed and stood at its foot, letting me kneel on all fours. He propped one of his footpaws up onto the bed spread, alongside my hip giving him just the perfect angle to really plough at my hole.

My spent cock grew hard within an instant as he carried on riding me hard, slamming his throbbing meat into my now worked ass. He was pulling completely out now, letting my ass gape lewdly until he crammed his manhood back in again. It was irritating to the fullest point, as all I wanted was for him to keep it buried inside me. I wanted to feel full, and I wanted to feel him close again. His paws groped along my underside, finding my sensitive nipples and toying with them between forefinger and thumb, grinding me harder into my pleasure. He rode my like a dog, jackhammering away as his breath became ragged, panting hard as he held himself back from his climax. I was nearing a second brink, knowing I couldn't last under his relentless pounding, but I tried my best, clenching down on what I could, trying to massage his meat in my hole. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as I was, and I needed his load the fill me as much as his cock did. It wouldn't take long now, and with a few short final thrusts he pounded those last few inches into me. Then he came, and boy did he cum. I felt each thick burst of seed shoot into my ass, the heat searing through and flooding against my prostate. It was enough for me to spew again, and I groaned along with Kris, my shouts of pleasure joining his as my balls emptied a second time over the bed.

I have no idea how long it lasted, or how many times I came, and how many times he filled my ass, but by the time the sun came up we were exhausted, and we lay there panting on the rustled up bed catching our breath, my head resting on his bicep like a pillow, his paw once again brushing and teasing my nipple. Idly, we chatted, making slight pillow talk,

"Hey... Kid, you fancy going on a date some time?"

That night was a year ago, and now it's my turn to have the wedding.