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>"Come on Anon, it'll be fun! Me and some of the other nurses go there every weekend, it's a great way to destress after a busy week like this one. They got arcade machines, and great drinks, and the atmosphere is just to die for. Come on, what do you say?" Jessica offers, giving you her best puppy dog eyes

>You stop washing your hands and look to the young human woman with a polite smile, but internally you're grimacing

>This was not the first time she's tried to goad you into an innocent night out on the town, far from it

>Once you even accepted one of her offers

>Once

>It rapidly became apparent what she really wanted after her fifth cocktail eroded away any sense of subtlety

>An arm wrapped lazily around your shoulder, her alcohol scented breath lapping against your cheek, her big dumb face mere inches from your own as she kept going on and on about what a great guy you are and how you should dump your current gf and get with her instead

>You can only assume Jessica didn't remember any of it, otherwise the embarrassment from what she said that night would surely make her think twice about making eye contact with you, much less continually badgering you about more nights out

>"Sorry Jess, I'm preoccupied tonight."

>"Awww, what's got you so tied up?" She pouts

>You think up a quick lie

>"Me and Harper are going to see a movie this afternoon."

>"Harper? That ferret chick? Really?"

>"She's a wolverine, not a ferret."

>"Whatever, I can't believe you hang with her Anon. You can do so much better. I mean come on, you're a registered nurse saving lives at one of the best hospitals in the country and she's doing what? Delivering other people's mail for minimum wage?"

>"The post office has okay benefits and she likes doing it." I answer with a shrug. “I think me and her are doing just fine, we can pay our bills on time, live in a nice area, have stable jobs, no dark clouds on the horizon." I finally finish washing my hands and begin drying them. “So what's your problem with her, huh? You give me weird looks any time I mention Harper."

>Jessica breaks eye contact

>"Oh, nothing. I just knew her in high school is all. She was something of a character."

>"A character?"

>"Rumor is she fucked the whole football team the night after their big game, among some other less than savory tales. Like I said, you deserve better." She repeats with a seductive smile.

>"And at my old high school someone spread a rumor that I lit the principal's car on fire for a senior prank even though I was bedridden at the time. Teenage gossip is rarely reliable. You should know that."

>"Don't shoot me, I'm just the messenger. Whether you believe it or not is up to you. Guess I'll see you on Monday Anon."

>Jess departs with a muffled giggle and leaves you alone by the sinks

>You turn around and watch her depart, arms crossed

>God you hate her

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>You step into your house and you're greeted with the familiar smell of cheap beer and day-old pizza

>Harper is on the living room couch watching the latest episode of some medieval fantasy show she likes, clothed in nothing more than baggy cargo pants, a bra, and 'probably' panties as well

>Like her wolverine brethren she's mostly covered in varying shades of brown fur, darker around the muzzle and back with a cream-colored splotch on her upper chest

>Also like her wolverine brethren she's on the bottom-heavy side, with wider hips than would be expected on someone so short

>She turns to you and smiles

>"Anon! Back from another 12-hour shift huh?"

>"Yep. Thank God it's Friday." You flatly respond

>"Which means it's time to sit back and chillax!" She beams, an unopened beer can held high in her paw

>You shoot her a quick nod and she tosses it over

>It opens with a satisfying hiss and you down a big gulp, plopping down on the couch beside Harper

>"So, how was your route today?"

>"Not bad. Hot though. Had the door open the entire way and it still felt like I was going to have a heat stroke. I really ought to brush myself sometime soon, I think my winter coat isn't entirely gone yet." She answers, absentmindedly scratching her neck

>"Any of those little assholes try to steal boxes out of your truck again?"

>"Those yeen kids? Nah, I taught'em a lesson they won't be forgetting anytime soon the last time they tried. Nearly scared the spots off their backs when I shot'em with the flare gun! Ha!" She ends with a devious laugh, picking up the remote from the couch. “Oh, there was something I wanted to show you Anon, before I forget."

>She begins to rewind the show, images of swords and castles flicking by

>"And…there!"

>She stops the show and you take in the image before you

>It's a regal looking Lioness clothed in a fancy red satin dress, probably a queen by the looks of it

>Your eyes lower and you notice that not only is the front of her dress completely unlaced but she's pulling it apart, her bare feline tits proudly on display

>Harper looks to you with a dumb smile

>"First bit of nudity in the last few episodes, I think the ratings boards are starting to get on their asses about it. Thought you'd want to see the last pair of tits this show may ever have the balls to put on screen."

>"I appreciate you thinking about me, but…" You turn your head, plainly ogling your girlfriend's barely covered chest. “…yours are bigger." You say, lightly slapping her boob to give it a jiggle

>"Aww, you know just the way to get to a woman's heart, through her chesticles."

>"I think that makes us even. You can press play now."

>She presses the button and leans forward, opening a pizza box and bringing a slice out

>"Eat up. They don't feed you enough in that damn hospital, you're all skin and bones."

>You take the slice and give it a quick sniff

>"Don't have much time to eat when I'm working." You respond, taking a bite. “And you know you really shouldn't eat day old pizza Harper, there's bacteria and stuff growing on it."

>"If my feral brethren can handle raw meat and rotting corpses then surely I can handle a little moldy pizza."

>"And my feral brethren subsist on fruits and bugs. But that doesn't mean I'll be racing to the store to load up on beetles and bananas anytime soon."

>"Well you haven't upchucked your pizza yet, you sure there isn't any wolverine in your bloodline?" She asks, an eyebrow raised

>"I'm above average height for an adult human male soooo probably not." You tease her

>"Uhg! I'll have you know that five feet is pretty good for a wolverine. Better watch your mouth string bean, you know I can cut you down to size if I wanted to." She threatens, bringing up her sizable claws

>You put your hands up in surrender

>"Okay, okay, no more making fun of the angry little ankle biter." You clear your throat and try to keep the casual vibe going. “So, Harper, I got a question for ya."

>"What?"

>"How well acquainted were you with the football team back in high school?"

>She puts a claw up to her chin in thought

>"Hmm, I'm pretty sure they were called the High Valley Humans. Had an okay record. Didn't really hang out with them much. I did eat one of their balls on a dare though."

>You pause

>"Ball…as in…"

>"Football. I'm not much into rocky mountain oysters. Some dumbass friends of mine thought I couldn't do it but they didn't know how sharp wolverine teeth could be. All it took was a few stout bites, some headshaking, and it was down the gullet in five seconds flat."

>"Impressive."

>"Comes with the body. Now what's got you asking me such odd questions, huh?"

>You look away and shrug

>"Nothing."

>"Bullshit."

>She leans in and begins to sniff around your neck and face, moving away when she had her answer

>"I smell a woman of the human variety on you. Care to explain yourself?" She says, her dark eyes squinted into a suspicious glare

>"Did you know a Jessica Mann in high school?"

>She gasps

>"No way! You work with that bitch?"

>"Unfortunately, yes."

>"Dude, she was the biggest snot nosed, blabbermouthed, preppy, gossiping, barbie girl looking slut in the entire school. I'm guessing she said some bullshit about me?"

>"Yep, she's getting to be real annoying to be honest. She just can't seem to take a hint."

>Harper grunts in discontent and looks to the floor

>"Jessica Mann…Jessica Mann…Jessica Mann…ya…I'm pretty sure she's one of the stops on my route. Heh, heh, heh." She looks up, cackling at the screen

>"What's so funny?"

>"Wait here Anon, I have an idea on how to get her off your back."

>"What are you-“ You try to get up but you're cut off as she pushes you back down on the couch

>"No, just wait here."

>She moves to the bedroom and returns a few minutes later, a mischievous grin on her muzzle

>"Come here, I've got everything ready." She says, beckoning you forward with a finger

>You get up and walk into the bedroom with her

>At the foot of the bed is a video camera set up on a tripod, its lens focused on the beds center

>Harper moves to the camera double checking its status and you stare in disbelief at her little setup

>"When I said I wanted to shoot home videos on that camera that isn't exactly what I meant."

>"You wanted to record treasured memories on it, right? Well let's make some memories together! On this bed! With our genitals!"

>"And then you'll what? Stuff the tape in Jessica's mailbox?"

>"Maybe. Now get on the bed with me you little shit!"

>Harper hops onto the bed and grabs you by your scrubs, easily manhandling you next to her

>Wolverines may not be known for their size but they sure as hell make up for it with their unusually strong muscles

>Harper grips your shoulders and pushes you down, straddling your hips

>Her hands disappear behind her back and the bra falls from her chest, she throws it to the side

>"Like what you see Anon?" She smiles, cupping her large furry tits in both paws

>"Like it? I love it." You respond, bringing your hands up and massaging her boobs

>"And why do you like them?"

>"They're big, and soft, and so damn squeezable."

>She looks deep into your eyes

>"You just can't get enough of my big…fat…furry…tats, can you?"

>"Nope."

>You lean up and suck a nipple causing her to gasp, she quickly slaps you back down on the bed in response

>"The milk tanks are for cub use only, Anon. Now let's get those stuffy clothes off of you."

>She takes her claws and rips a single long cut down the center of your scrubs

>"Hey! I have to pay for these you kno-“

>"Shut up." She whispers back

>She makes several more cuts and you wipe away the remaining scraps of clothing off your chest, electing to take your pants off yourself in fear of her claws

>Harper rips, as in rips, her own pants off and throws them to the side

>You look down to be met with a bare wolverine crotch

>Guess panties aren't part of the postal office dress code today

>She sticks a paw between her legs and begins rubbing it back and forth

>"You like wolverine pussy Anon?"

>"I love wolverine pussy."

>"And what do you like about my sweet little pussycat?"

>"It's got some bite to it, kinda like you, and all it takes is a few saucy words to get the waterfalls running."

>She starts walking forward on her knees

>"If you love my tight…wet…warm…wolverussy then why don't you tell it how much you love it directly? Give it a nice, long, talking to."

>Her pelvis hovers just above your face and you wrap your hands around her legs, squeezing her plushy ass from behind

>She rolls her hips forward and smashes her cunt into your face, grinding against your head in the throes of a wild passion

>You're all too eager to return the favor and start lapping, sucking, and exploring her folds and clit

>You even throw in a soft bite or two for good measure, Harper wasn't a sadist but a little pain seemed to push her buttons in just the right way

>She continues to grind your face into dust in front of the camera, a torrent of her own juices spilling all over you and the bed

>At some point you feel the muscles in her buttocks tighten and hear her lusty moans grow in pitch and volume

>She finally ends her grinding with a single passionate cry, then lowers herself with a soft moan

>Her eyes lazily flick to you

>"Aww, I got my boyfriend all wet with my girl drool. Let me clean you off baby."

>She leans forward and begins to lick your face with her soft tongue, paws holding either side of your head in a gentle embrace

>You reciprocate with a few sloppy kisses on her muzzle as she works you over

>Satisfied, she leans back up and licks her lips

>"You're still gonna stink like me for the next few days you know, everyone's gonna know who you belong to and it won't be some flat faced harlot."

>"Good, the last thing I want is some slut trying to get with me when I'm already taken." You reply, giving a knowing glance back at the camera

>"Then maybe I should make my claim on you official…" Harper reaches down and envelops you in a bear hug, rolling over so that your positions were now reversed with her on the bottom.

>She sticks her stumpy legs up in the air and cries. “Oh Anon! Give me your cubs! Fill my wolverine womb with your man spunk and give me my first litter! My heat's coming on thick and I just can't take it anymore! I feel the need! The need to breed! Ah!" She hugs you close and lets out a long, lusty moan to get her point across

>You plant a few kisses up her neck until your lips were right next to her ear

>"Heat?" You whisper. “I thought you were taking heat blockers."

>"I am." She whispers back with a sly wink. “So feel free to go in raw and give my insides a good rearranging."

>You grin, then pull yourself off her with a grunt

>"You're gonna be walking bow legged when I'm done with you Harper. Now put those legs up and prepare for a good breeding."

>“Yes! Yes! Take me away my furless lover boy!"

>You scoot back on the bed and align yourself with her entrance, slipping inside and beginning a rhythmic back and forth

>Holding her legs up you watch Harper recoil back from each of your thrusts, her eyes becoming half lidded as she absentmindedly plays with her own tits

>It doesn't take long to approach your orgasm, her natural wetness and grippy interior gliding you along, so you start thrusting with increased fervor

>Her legs move down from your shoulders to around your waist, Harper keeping you trapped in coital embrace with a leglock

>With the final few thrusts you slam into her sopping wet crotch, letting loose a loud primal grunt as you finish inside

>Expended, you fall forward and into Harper's embrace, smushing your face into her bosom

>She wraps her arms around your back and you both lay there silently for a few moments, your hearts gradually slowing

>"That was a good rutting, Anon." She coos into your ear, just loud enough for the camera to pick up. “I'll be having triplets, maybe even quadruplets after this."

>"We better get the baby room ready then." You glance towards the camera. "Hey, isn't a little red light supposed to be on when it's recording?"

>"Oh shit, did I seriously…dang it!" She slams her head against the pillow and sighs. “Oops, guess we'll have to do this all over again. We can consider this a practice run. You have another round in you, dontcha?"

>"Sure, but did you really forget to start the recording or did you-hey!“ She suddenly wraps you in a bear hug and rolls on the bed, Harper now on top again.

>"Remember your lines and don't hold back Anon. I want Jessica to be positively dripping with envy when she watches this!"

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>A post office mail delivery vehicle trundles across the sun-soaked pavement, stopping at house after house as the wolverine within delivers their mail

>Yet as the vehicle stops at one house in particular the wolverine grins, and snatches a small, unassuming cardboard box from the back

>She puts the box, along with the usual assortment of spam letters and bills, into the house's mailbox and shuts the lid with a certain smug satisfaction

>She then walks back to her vehicle at a casual pace, tail happily swinging back and forth the entire way