Nosing Around
Nosing Around
A Smelly Little Tail
From the Lands of the Combined Council
By Polar T Bare
"But Ser Woofie sir, I don't want to -"
B B Wolfinson sighed and gently placed his large red paw over her mouth.
"Why are you having second thoughts now, Sera Bunyip? I explained everything to you before we ever left the office. And don't call me Woofie!" He shook his shaggy head.
The little rabbit fem looked stubbornly up at the big redwolf. "Yes but ... but I hadn't really thought about how many males are in there! What if...?"
"That's why I will be close-by the whole time. Don't be frightened. The job is for only an hour. If I signal you to cut and run, do so - you can run, can't you? I thought rabbits all took pride in their ability to leap out of a dangerous spot."
Sera Runner Bunyip looked affronted. She was a smaller-than-average plainsrabbit, but that still meant her legs were larger and more powerful than any other sort of lapinoid.
"Of course I can. I'm not afraid ... exactly. But all those males..."
"Those males are exactly why we're here. Now, are you going to carry through or do we have to go back to the office and cancel things?"
She sighed. She had volunteered when asked, after all. In addition, it was extra pay. "Yesser."
"Good. Now pull up your skirt and take off your panties."
She hiked her skirt up, tucking its edge under her belt to keep it up. She pulled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Then she spread her legs for him, giving easy access to her sex.
Wolfinson reached in his chinos pocket and took out two roughly-cubical steel shapes, each one about three-quarters of an inch across. The edges and corners were smoothly rounded. The sides had various sizes of wart-like lumps. He moved his hand down to her sex and gently tucked the "cubes" into her.
Runner gasped slightly as the cold steel made contact with her sensitive inner folds. The steel quickly warmed though, and she relaxed. She pulled her short skirt loose and shook it back down into place. She tugged at her shirt to get it straightened.
"There. Let's go." Wolfinson's voice was gruff, possibly because he was trying to remain professional despite the allure of this sweet-bodied rabbit's sex.
As the two stepped out of the groundcar and walked across the parking lot to the Mall, Runner's eyes widened. She could feel the cubes moving inside her, shifting with every step, the protrusions rubbing and pressing all over inside. She was already getting wet and they were just entering the atrium of the Mall.
Wolfinson leaned over a bit toward her and sniffed. "Good, good - you're going to be overflowing with juice. Just what we need."
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The two furrs slowly strolled through the atrium to a spot where Wolfinson could easily watch the whole area. He leaned against the wall, settling in to supervise her.
Runner sighed, shrugged, squared her shoulders back and started her patrol of the atrium. She slowly walked along the storefronts, pausing at most, examining the merchandise in the display windows. She flushed a bit as she felt her juice trickle down her legs, soaking into her fur. [He was right,] she thought, [this will make me just steadily ooze.]
Wolfinson smiled. He knew the evanescent scent of aroused bunnyrabbit was floating out, saturating the usually-sanitized air of the Mall. He could see male heads rising here and there - some female ones, too.
The Mall was busy today, good. The more furrs, the more opportunities.
Runner had covered one full side of the atrium. Wolfinson waved at her to move to the food court at the end.
She bought a large cup of alfalfa tea, watching the felinoid attendant. He showed no response at all - probably because his nose shut down in self-defense during a day surrounded by fastfood. She thought, [Pity. He's one cute furr.]
She sauntered over to one of the wee tables, then hesitated, looking at the wooden stools bolted to the floor around the table. They looked cold. Gritting her teeth, she settled onto one, flipping her skirt back so she would be sitting on the stool and not on the skirt.
[Eep!] It was cold! Her butt puckered, making her triangular white tail stand straight up. She could feel the reaction of her sex to that - it squeezed, making her juice run out onto the stooltop. The project would work better if the juice stayed warm, so she didn't move. She just sat there and enjoyed being off her feet for a while.
The dampness on her legs gradually evaporated. She giggled, thinking how she was spreading a fog all around her just like a stormcloud. She had never seen fog growing up - there were only a few streams around her home and they were too small for fog to form over them. She still marveled when she watched an evening fog form over the river here.
Soon enough - too soon - the tea was gone and she felt Ser Wolfinson's eyes on her. Time to move around some more.
As she stood and started out into the main area again, Wolfinson watched the assorted furrs. He spotted a vulpinoid in a business suit reacting to the scent. The fox's head snapped up from the broadsheet he was reading so fast you'd've thought he was stabbed. Wolfinson's tongue hung out the side of his mouth as he strained to restrain his laughter. He grinned as the vulpinoid's eyes grew huge and his nostrils flared.
The businessfurr dropped the broadsheet and moved over toward where he thought the delicious scent was coming from. Nobody there! But ... but somewhere ...
Wolfinson could almost read the vulpinoid's mind: [Ahah! There WAS!] The fox spotted the wet spot on the stool; he glanced around, then swiped a finger across it. Bringing his finger to his nose, he sniffed carefully. [Yes!]
The fox grabbed several paper napkins and wiped the moisture up. He then hurried out into the main area and looked around. Not seeing a bunny, he sniffed at the damp napkins and commenced coursing the area.
Wolfinson was impressed - this fox seemed to really know what he was doing. He was making sort of a spiral search, pausing once in a while to refresh his memory of the scent from the napkins, trying to find a fresh trail to follow.
Since Runner had already moved to the far side of the atrium, Wolfinson didn't think the businessfurr was going to succeed. Runner's cloud of scent was gradually blanketing the whole place. He quietly walked over to the fox and tapped him on the shoulder.
The fox started and turned around. "Yes?"
"Here. Please give me a call at that number on Monday. I want to make you an offer."
The bemused vulpinoid stood there, looking at the card Wolfinson had handed him, as the redwolf strode off.
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Wolfinson watched as Runner strolled by a male couple standing arm-in-arm in front of a candle shop. They were dressed identically: black jeans with small chains attached here and there, and snow-white t-shirts. Although she was at least thirty feet away, their heads both came up and swiveled to track her. The larger one, an otter, leaned over and whispered in his ferret companion's ear. The ferret grinned and kissed the otter, then they turned to follow Runner's scent. Wolfinson noted they had matching silver hoop earrings too, the otter's with a bright red stone dangling, the ferret's with a bright blue stone.
[Hrm! Well, why not?] The lupinoid followed along, staying close enough to be sure he could hear.
The pair homed right in on Runner, impressing Wolfinson with how well they tracked her through the myriad odors of the Mall. He knew that he could easily do that - his nose was sensitive enough to separate all the various scents - but it was uncommon for non-lupines to be able to do it as easily as the otter and ferret seemed to.
Runner stopped as the couple came up to her. She smiled at them and they gave back toothy grins that wouldn't have looked out of place on tigers.
She was suddenly apprehensive, but then saw her boss a little way off; he was observing carefully. With that for reassurance, she relaxed.
"What can I do for you gentlefurrs?"
"Oh, it's what we can do for you, sweet thing. Your, um, need is quite obvious, sera," replied the otter.
The ferret nodded rapidly. "Yes, yes, we have what you want!"
Runner couldn't disagree - her sex was beginning to ache slightly with lack of relief. The steel cubes had kept her stimulated continuously (as evidenced by the steady trickles down her legs) and she thought the two furrs looked very cute. She was not sure about trusting them, though.
At that moment, Wolfinson stepped up behind the two furrs and put his hands on their shoulders. They turned and looked - then looked up - and then looked further up.
"Ah - we - we just, um ..." stuttered the otter.
The ferret was struck speechless. He was rather small even for a ferret, and now a wolf was towering over him, showing a lot of teeth. With his head barely above the lupinoid's waist, all he could see was a cliff of muscles topped by shiny white teeth.
"Relax, sers, I'm not here to arrest you ... or hurt you, for that matter. This sweet bunny works for me. I heard you offer your services to her. If she's interested, well ... so am I." Wolfinson slid his hands down the two backs and gently squeezed their rumps. "But I am curious ... you are obviously mated - why would you be interested in a fem?" he asked.
The otter giggled and replied, "We do like a bit of variety now and then. She is just SO pretty!"
The ferret nodded rapidly. "Oh my yes, ser! Why, there was that time he took sweet corn and -" His muzzle was suddenly firmly clamped shut by one of the otter's hands.
Wolfinson looked askance at the otter, who blushed brightly enough for it to show through his cheekfur.
"Um well ..." the otter commenced, but was interrupted by the ferret's chittering laughter through his muffled muzzle.
"Let's find a more private place and see what we can do," suggested the wolf.
The otter led them off to a not-very-busy corner of the Mall and up to a restroom that was semi-concealed behind some potted plants.
Runner said, "But that's a Males' Restroom!"
"So? Three out of four isn't bad - and we can latch the door from the inside."
Wolfinson laughed. "Been here before, have you?"
"Oh yes - one has to have someplace to get away from the maddening throng of a long shopping day, doesn't one?"
All three other furrs snickered at the archly-dignified stance the otter took.
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Once inside, Runner and Wolfinson looked around. They were surprised at how sparkling-clean it was. As the otter fastened the latch on the door, he explained, "There are furrs on staff in Maintenance who have a, umm, vested interest in keeping this little hideaway nice. They need a private place for their breaks."
Wolfinson's nose was working overtime; he could pick out at least a dozen different breed-scents and all of them carried heavy overtones of sex. [This is going to be good,] he thought.
Runner was feeling overwhelmed. [Do I really want this?] As she watched the wolf, otter and ferret quickly removing their trousers, she realized she did - she wanted them very much.
Wolfinson raised an admonishing hand. "No one is to use her sex, understood? That would spoil what we're doing here in the Mall. She needs to keep pouring out arousal-scent."
Runner's ears drooped at hearing that - she was totally ready for some enthusiastic yiffing. "But boss ..."
"No."
The ferret and otter grinned. The ferret said, "That's okay - we can find other things to do!"
Positioning himself in front of the bunny, the otter firmly but gently grasped her head and pulled it down to his crotch. She stared at his quiveringly-erect member and licked her lips. He said, "That's the idea, sweet thing, but lick me, not yourself."
The otter had the typical long torso and short legs of his breed. Runner had to bend over quite far to get her mouth down to his belly. That hiked her naked rear far into the air, which inspired the ferret.
He nuzzled her tailbase, breathing in her luscious musk as it mixed with her arousal-scent. He buried his nose into her fluffy tail and ran his tongue over her tailhole. He was surprised at how sweet this lapinoid tasted, then he realized her entire butt had been "marinated" in her juices. He lapped at the tiny pink pucker. That made her hips twitch. Mischievously, he wiggled his tongue into her tailhole. Runner squeaked - she'd never felt such before. The ferret worked his tongue vigorously inside her, making sure to get her good and wet.
Runner leaned in and ran her tongue around the otter's cocktip. He moaned and drops of precum appeared on his slit. She lapped at that, enjoying the faintly-salty taste.
Then she dipped lower and licked all around his balls. They were fuzzy and sweaty. She ran her tongue around the base of his cock. He moaned louder. Runner stroked her tongue up and down the otter's shaft for a bit.
At the same time, the ferret brought his cock up to her pink little tailhole and rubbed its tip around and around the puckered entrance. He was issuing a lot of precum - it and his spit lubricated her nicely. He pushed his cockhead in and paused to let her tailhole adjust.
Runner gasped as the ferret entered her. She grabbed the otter's cock with her wet lips and sucked him into her mouth. He shivered hard all over at the sudden engulfing of his cock by such a warm, wet, eager mouth.
Wolfinson watched all this, enjoying the sight immensely. His big black cock extended all the way out of his sheath.
The otter turned his head toward the wolf and he stared at the unusually-large wolfcock. "I - I thought redwolves were supposed to be small?"
Wolfinson's grin grew. "I understand there was at least one timberwolf in the family. Why, don't you like it?"
The otter couldn't take his gaze from that throbbing black member, even to enjoy the sight of Runner's head sliding up and down on his own cock. "Oh yes. I do like it. I'd like it even more ..." he trailed off, moving his feet apart and raising his tail until it was flat against his back.
Wolfinson moved up tight against the otter's rear and rubbed his cock up and down between the hard round cheeks. His precum quickly lubed the otter's tailhole, so he didn't delay thrusting in.
The otter yipped as his tailhole was stretched - he wasn't used to taking such a big cock in. The redwolf paused a moment; it took only a minute for the otter's tailhole to relax. The lupinoid gripped the otter's hips and he pushed hard, shoving his entire length in with one hard thrust.
"Oh MY!" cried the otter. He did not resist or object though, instead pushing his hips back against Wolfinson's groin.
Runner followed his movement, steadily sliding her mouth up and down the ottercock in her mouth, licking hard at its tip each time she ran her head up.
Her tailhole felt like it was burning. The ferret's cock was stroking in and out, hilting with each stroke. The heat in her tailhole spread through her belly, making her juices flow even faster.
The scents from the four yiffers poured out, filling the room with a mingled perfume.
The ferret finished first, groaning at the wonderful feeling as his cum squirted deep into her.
That set the otter off, and he grabbed Runner's head again, pushing his cock all the way in. She felt his cock poke at the back of her throat and tried to pull back, but she was too slow. His first gush went right down her throat. He relented then, and let her mouth have the rest. She swallowed and swallowed. When she pulled off his cock, there was one last small spurt that smeared across her muzzle.
Runner and the ferret stood watching the redwolf go to work in the otter's tailhole. It was an impressive sight - the big lupinoid cock was slamming up to its knot with each stroke. The otter was moaning and groaning. His eyes were tightly closed and his tongue was hanging out. He had never been butt-yiffed like this in all his life!
Wolfinson knew he was going to cum soon - the sight of the bunny having both ends filled had aroused him to a peak. In addition, the smell of the ottercum and ferretcum, combined with the bunny's dripping juice, was more than he could resist. He sank his fingerclaws into the otter's hips and rammed his cock as hard as he could into the otter. His big knot popped through the tight little pucker, making the otter yelp loudly.
Wolfinson started pumping faster and faster; his cock was only moving the couple inches of its base in and out now; his knot strained at the otter's tailhole from the inside each time.
The otter whimpered loudly, his cock still stiff and erect. The ferret knew it was going to be an exciting night when they got home. He chittered joyfully in anticipation.
Soon, Wolfinson threw his head back and let loose a howl as he pumped his load into the otter. The otter first whimpered, then cried out as he felt his belly fill with burning-hot wolfcum.
After Wolfinson finished his unloading, he stood there for a moment, panting hard, sweat soaking his fur.
The ferret and bunny hugged each other, then the ferret licked all over the bunny's muzzle, cleaning off the smeared ottercum.
Wolfinson said, "Unfortunately, we can't stay here all afternoon. As much as it would be fun. So ..." With that, he pushed on the otter's rump and forced his still-swollen knot out. The otter let out a pained yelp as the wolf's cock extracted; his tailhole was feeling not only burning-hot, it was sore from the stretching it had received. The otter straightened and kissed the redwolf hard.
They washed themselves fairly well at the sinks. The wolf grinned when the otter casually opened a hidden closet and brought out towels. "Just come here once in a while, right?"
The otter sniffed, trying to retain his dignity but failing. Everyone fussed with their clothing for a bit, getting it back into a condition that wouldn't embarrass them in public when they left.
As they all left the restroom, Wolfinson handed cards with phone numbers on them to the exhausted otter and ferret. "Give me a call on Monday - I think you'll be interested in what I have to offer."
They were too spent to do more than nod their heads.
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"Well now, where shall we go next?" Wolfinson mused aloud.
"Um boss? You did say this was only an hour's job," said the frustrated bunny. She had enjoyed the delicious taste of the otter's cock and her tailhole still felt wonderfully hot, but the rubbing and poking inside her sex with no finishing-up was beginning to drive her mad.
"What?"
"Well, look at the clock. We've been here for a bit over an hour, actually."
"Oh. Yes. Well, alright. Let's go back to the office."
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Back at his office, the big lupinoid smiled at the pretty plainsrabbit. "Shall I take back my cubes now?"
"Hmph. Yes indeed - they're fun, but ..."
She hopped up to a seat on his desk and spread her legs. He raised her skirt. She expected him to reach his fingers in and scoop the metal blocks out, but he surprised her by kneeling in front of her.
"What...?"
"Shush. Remember, we do things my way," he reminded her.
She felt his hot breath on her nether lips, then felt a gentle swipe of a wet wolf-tongue caressing them. "Oooh!"
He lapped at her for a bit, enjoying the flavor of her juice, which was soaked into all the fur in her crotch. He wiggled the tip of his tongue into her slit and moved it up and down.
The bunny's ears went stiff and she half-leaned, half-fell back onto her elbows on the desk. Her toes clenched and she spread her legs as widely as possible.
He rubbed his nose on her bellyfur while he burrowed his tongue deeper and deeper. She tried to say something, but found she could only whimper. He curved his tongue around one cube and pulled it out. Sucking it clean, he rubbed his nose back and forth on her belly, making her quiver in anticipation.
His tongue dived back into her, pulling the other cube out. He sucked this one clean too, then looked up at her sweating face.
"Anything more I can do for you, dear bunny?"
"Oohhh ... please ... please ... I need ..."
He raised up over her and kissed her. She kissed back and hugged him. They locked their muzzles together while he undid his trousers. She ran her hand down his chest to his belly then to his cock. She could feel that it was completely ready, fully extended from its sheath.
He gripped his cock and put the tip against her slit. Before he could push in, she flung her arms around him and jerked her hips up, impaling herself. She put her legs around his waist and squeezed. It was the redwolf's turn to gasp. He had known her legs were strong, but he hadn't realized how strong. He promptly began a slow steady yiffing, shifting a bit each stroke so as to rub her entire interior.
There was nothing to be heard in the office for several minutes except two furrs' heavy breathing.
As she finally came, she let out a long happy moan. When she did, he gave a heavier push and popped his knot into her. Rather than yiffing with fast pumps the way he did the otter, he kept on making slow strokes.
She felt the ripples of her climax run up her body. Her entire being seemed to shrink until it was completely reduced to her sex. She moaned and moaned - she didn't think yiffing had ever felt this good. That torturously-long time of being stimulated without being released - it had the effect of shutting off her brain, reducing her to an instinct-driven female able to think only of yiffing.
She felt the tidal wave of another orgasm building. Her legs clamped around the redwolf's waist, locking him to her, pulling his cock as deeply in as was possible.
He kept on pumping until he heard her tiny scream as she came again, then he let himself go. They came together. His seed poured into her, filling her. Her fluids poured out, coating his crotch.
After a few panting minutes, he kissed her. Their tongues looped around each other.
The wolf finally said, "I think I don't want to take it out yet."
She giggled and said, "Why not?"
"It is just so happy inside there. All warm and wet and tight and snuggly."
They lay sprawled together across his formerly-neat desktop until at last he felt his knot subside.
"Ah well. They say all good things must end. And your end is the most goodest I've ever been in," he told her.
She dipped her head in embarrassment. "Really?"
"Really. Oh, and you aren't my secretary anymore."
"What? I'm fired? You, you can't ..."
"Sh, sh, little one. No, you cannot be my secretary anymore because you are now my Head of Recruitment. You get an office and a 20% payraise. Okay?"
She was speechless, as much from the promotion as from the thorough yiffing.
"Do you suppose, Sera Bunyip, that we can find a desk with a padded top for you?"
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When she (finally) left that day, she paused at the parking lot and looked back at the building. [What a great place to work.] She admired the sign:
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