More than Friendly Overtures
A little story that's slightly more romantic than what I usually do, as well as involving a male herm. Not my usual thing, but let's see how it works out.
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More than Friendly Overtures For Sorin By Draconicon
Terry blushed as he stepped out of the car, barely able to suppress a small moan as his ski boots touched the snowy ground. It wasn't the cold that got to him, or the fact that he was finally standing after a long drive up from the resort.
No, it was the fact that the male-herm's heat cycle had started on the way up, and the bunny hadn't expected it for another week.
Gotta keep anyone from noticing, he thought, waving goodbye as his parents, and those of his best friend, James, drove off. The car sent up a stream of snow into the air, almost catching the pair of them in it. At least the sudden action was enough to get rid of his blush for a bit.
But the heat was still there, burning as the slit behind his balls started to throb and ache with need. The bunny fought against clenching his legs, his breath coming a little bit faster. He tried to think of something, anything besides the need there. As a result, the sudden pat on his shoulder almost made him jump out of his skin.
"Hey, hey, whoa. You okay, man?"
"Uh, yeah, yeah, James. Just, uh...distracted."
The fruit bat chuckled a bit, nudging him with the blunted end of a ski pole.
"Yeah, distracted. Right. You're just thinking of how fast I'm going to get to the bottom of the slopes compared to you."
"I-I was not! You know I'm faster."
"Yeah? Prove it. Come on!"
The bat was off at a fast waddle, and after a few seconds, so was the bunny. He growled in his own little way, already thinking of other things.
Six hours later...
The bunny groaned as he flopped down on his bed-roll in the ski lodge. His legs ached, and his body was half-frozen, half-burning. The contrast of temperatures outside versus what it was indoors was driving him mad, and he was having a hard time getting used to it.
Still, at least he'd gone six hours without thinking of -
Craaaaaaap...
Six hours, and as soon as it came to mind, the need came flooding back with a vengeance. Terry rolled over onto his stomach, trying to hide the sudden rise of his cock and the flooding of his underwear, pulling the blankets up a little higher towards his neck. He buried his face into his pillow, whimpering and muttering to himself as his libido started climbing higher and higher, pushing at his self-control.
"Heh, skiing hurts, doesn't it? Mmmph..."
And to make matters worse, James was right across the room. The bunny lifted his head from his pillow, looking over the heated stove in the middle of the room at the fruit bat. Unlike him, James didn't seem to have a care in the world, just sitting there in his underwear and warming his hands by the stove. His underwear clung tight and hard to him, showing off...everything...
Man, he's...he's big...and...
The bunny buried his face again with another groan, feeling the juices from his pussy running down over his balls, pooling around his own crotch. He pulled his blankets tighter and tighter around him, trying to hold in the scent, and trying to keep himself pinned down. It was so hard to deal with, when it was like this.
Why did a snowstorm have to hit tonight? Why not tomorrow, or...or when we've left, or anytime I WOULDN'T be trapped with my best friend?
He squirmed back and forth, grumbling to himself. He buried his head in his pillow again, grumbling and doing his best not to think of what it felt like between his legs. He tried to ignore the thoughts of how it would feel if James were to find out he was in heat and spit him on that cock of his. He tried not to think about how good that thick bat-cock would feel slamming into him again and again and -
"MMMPH!"
"What's the matter with you, man? You okay?"
"Mm-mm..."
"Terry...hey, Terry, do you need some painkillers or something?"
"Mmm-mmm..."
"Hey...hey, talk to me."
The bat walked over, and there was nothing Terry could do to stop him. Not without pulling the blankets off and everything. It didn't help that James was squatting down by him, almost putting his crotch in his face. He shivered as another fantasy rocked him, his body burning up under the blankets.
"Hey...come on, tell me what's wrong?"
"...Heat."
"...What?"
"I'm in...heat."
"Oh geez. I thought...I thought that you had a few more days?"
"So did I."
The bat stared at him, and the bunny just blushed, looking away. So many times he'd imagined this, but now that it was happening, he wanted little more than for the world to stop, for time to stop, for things to just go back to normal. This was too silly, too ridiculous. He couldn't actually -
"Maybe, uh...maybe I can...help."
Even though he knew it was probably the heat pheromones making James say that, Terry lifted his head. He almost bumped into the bat's bulge in the process, definitely bigger than before, but he blushed as he saw that his friend looked sincere.
"How..."
"Well...You know what you need...And I can pull out."
"You...I don't think -"
"Come on, Terry. We're good friends...and...I have thought about it."
"You...you have?"
The bunny was so shocked that he wasn't able to stop the bat in time. By the time that he realized James was pulling back his blankets, exposing the rabbit in his underwear and nothing else, there was no way to stop him. Terry blushed worse than ever as he realized that his cock and balls were completely visible through his underwear, his pussy oozing so much juices that it made everything completely transparent.
Terry went along with it as the bat rolled him onto his back, and didn't fight as he felt soft fingers running up his thighs, moving closer and closer to his sexes. He groaned loudly as one brushed against his soaked lips, holding a hand over his mouth.
"Man...you need it...bad...mmmph..."
He could see the effects that his heat was having on James. The bat's cock was getting harder and harder, pulling the front of his waistband off of him, and he could smell his friend's musk getting stronger as well. It only fed into Terry's need, and he arched his back, pushing his hips up as the bat pulled his underwear off.
No sooner did it slip off of his ankles than he spread his legs, pulling them back to his head and offering himself. James didn't even ask; he pulled his cock out, and was inside in little more than a second.
They gasped together, moaning in mutual bliss, and Terry couldn't stop himself from rocking back against the big bat above him.
"Yes...yes...please...give it to me..."
"Yeah...hard..."
The bat's thrusts were as deep as they were quick, filling the bunny to the brim. His friend's cock was bigger than he had expected, much, much bigger, but that was all for the better. He'd always liked them larger, and James filled him better than any of the toys back at home did.
They rocked back and forth over his bedroll, the bat's soft fur rubbing against his belly, his balls bouncing off his ass. Terry moaned, biting his thumb as he realized how loud he was getting, only to have his hand pulled away.
"Can't...they'll catch us..."
"Then let me...quiet you down."
Suddenly, James' lips pressed against his, and he moaned into the kiss. His gasps and shivers were silenced against his best friend, against his lover, against this...this perfect bat.
He lifted his hips, meeting every one of James' thrusts as he got into the rhythm, feeling his heat getting hotter and hotter. He was getting so close, now, so close to his climax. He needed it. Needed it so bad; if he didn't get it, he'd go insane.
Yet, suddenly, James started to slow down.
"Getting...close..."
"No...don't stop..."
"But I might -"
"Keep going!"
He wrapped his legs around the bat before he could stop himself, thinking of nothing but that impending climax, nothing but the relief that it would bring. Hump, hump, hump, they went, slamming their hips together. Crotch fur brushed against his balls and his clit, and Terry suddenly opened his mouth in a blissful scream.
It was only a second before James silenced him with another kiss, covering his mouth and stealing away the sudden shout, but it was worth it. He came, and came, and came, his orgasm going on and on. He squeezed down on that thick cock in him, pulling on it, milking it -
"Ahhhhhh..."
And suddenly James was moaning too. What...it didn't matter. In this moment, together, it didn't matter. Terry was just happy that they were both experiencing this.
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"You...came in me."
Terry looked down, holding his balls to the side and staring at the cum oozing out of his pussy. His heat was dying off, his hunger for dick and cum fading away, but not because of an orgasm this time. He shivered as he realized just how receptive he was at this point, and how - with all the relief he had now - likely he was to be pregnant.
He shivered at the thought, knowing that his parents wouldn't be happy. He wasn't supposed to have this happen, not yet at the very least. Maybe when he graduated, or when he wasn't under their roof anymore, but not while he was at a ski lodge with a best friend, and not when he was still going to school.
Even as he trembled, James pulled him in close. The bat was still naked, his cock soft, but damp from their fun. The bat's arm wrapped around him.
"Don't worry...we'll find a way."
"But -"
"I'll take care of you, Terry."
"...No."
Terry wrapped his arm around the bat as well, holding him close.
"We'll take care of each other."
"Heh...I can go with that."
They cuddled together by the stove, pulling a blanket over them before falling asleep together. Morning would come soon enough, but for now, they had each other.
The End