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“So this is college life…” I thought as I surveyed my new dorm room.

Not that it took a lot of surveying. The nice way to describe it would be ‘cozy’, although the place felt a little too… well, two. Two beds, two desks, two wall-mounted shelves on either side and two wardrobes that ate up quite a bit of the limited space. The window was the only thing that didn’t come in pairs. Still, the paint looked fresh, the furniture wasn’t too scuffed and the floors looked clean enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about roaches crunching under my feet whenever I got up to use the little boy’s room.

No, men’s room now! At least I was out from under my parents’ roof, getting a taste of independence. And if my roommate wasn’t bigger than I was, this might not be a total sardine can after all. The dorm was co-ed all the way, so I didn’t really know who or what my new roomie was going to be, and since I’d arrived a bit early I apparently had a bit of time to wait out and get nice and anxious about who I’d be living with for the next…

“Oh, hey glad you’re there, could you help me with this? Just sort of grab the bottom before it gives out…” the strained voice came from the doorway, and when I’d turned around to see the speaker it looked for a second like a box with legs.

“Sure…” I said, carefully taking it from the speaker’s hands and setting it down next to the bed opposite mine.

“Thanks! For the last twenty feet or so I was sure that tape was gonna give out and I’d end up breaking half my stuff before I’d even unpacked it. Anyway, the name’s Casey!” the rabbit said, extending a hand towards me and flashing me a smile made all the warmer by the pair of prominent incisors.

“Uh, Steve…” I said, sounding like a typical brain-dead jock, which I guess I was. A jock, that is, not brain-dead.

“Glad to meet you Steve! Now I just have to hop down and get the rest of my stuff. Don’t worry, it’s just two travel-bags, by the time I put it all away it won’t eat up a lot of space…” my new roommate rattled off and with one shake of a bushy tail was out of the room, leaving me to sort out what just happened.

I knew the dorm was fiercely co-ed. Might sound like a strange way to put it, but the brochure really made a big point of it. Complete integration of the student body, although I got the gist that the focus was mostly on sorting out some stuff among anthros. If you group them all together, we humans are a minority in the country, so even though the conflict in question was one we more or less sat out I still knew the gist of it.

So I get it – they wanted to iron out the last of the wrinkles in a predator-prey relationship. I was more or less expecting to get a non-human roommate, and I certainly didn’t mind living with a herbivore but… did I get paired up with a girl?

I tried to dredge up the image of the bunny my eyes had caught before (s)he hopped away, and it wasn’t a lot of help. They didn’t look particularly manly, but I really hadn’t met all that many rabbits, so I had no idea how manly they normaly looked. The hair was no help – a mop of bright red that was almost orange (I don’t want to sound spiciest, but kinda carrot colored…) that was a bit long for a boy and a bit short for a girl.

The drooping ears were just long enough to toss behind each shoulder and looked kinda like long hair, so maybe that was throwing me off. The voice could have gone either way and the face… damn, that had been a cute smile. I’m not sure if I’d really zoned out or if rabbits are stereotypically fast but before I could reach a verdict my roommate was back, triumphantly lugging two sizable travel bags into our room.

“There we go! Sorry for popping out like that but I just really wanted to get my stuff put away…” the bunny said, popping down on the bed opposite mine.

My brain was in overdrive, because I wanted to start of this thing on the right foot, and mixing up my new roomie’s gender could be a bit of a blunder. I started to sort of draw notches in either a ‘boy’ or ‘girl’ column. I didn’t see any make-up so that was one notch for boy. But I realized a girl wouldn’t really be wearing a lot of it during the day and anthro make-up was generally a bit too subtle for humans to pick up on, especially males, so I was back to square one.

The clothes were also a tough call – jeans and a t-shirt, the sort of stuff anyone would wear when they were driving across state and lugging bags and boxes around. But you won’t find a lot of girls willing to wear jeans this baggy, especially since rabbit gals generally had legs they liked to show off. So that’s one for ‘boy’. But the t-shirt was also loose, the kind that hung off one shoulder and showed a lot of milky-white fur, and not something a guy would wear, so it was a draw again.

“So cellie, what are you in here for?” Casey asked and I wondered briefly if I’d been staring too long.

“Uh, I got in on a soccer scholarship and haven’t really settled on a major yet. You?”

“Well I’m majoring in Journalism and I still haven’t decide whether to minor in French or go for a double-major. I was kinda hoping to have that figured out by the time I got here…”

“Still sounds more carefully thought-out than my ‘Duh, I came here to kick the ball!’ plan.” I said, and as we chuckled I made my call. Flat as a pancake and no bra strap! Now bunny gals aren’t particularly gifted in that area, but being short and slim meant a pair of B-cups really stands out on them. I just wanted to confirm my suspicions.

“I have to admit, I was kinda sweating it out before you arrived. I mean with the whole co-ed thing I had no idea who was going to walk through that door…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean. Still, I had a sister growing up so it wouldn’t have been all that weird for me if I’d been paired up with a girl…” he said, taking a load of my mind. “Now if you don’t mind I wanna get started on unpacking. The sooner we clear all this stuff up, the sooner this stops looking like the World’s smallest warehouse…”

“Good idea, I’ll get started on mine.”

Now that the dilemma was resolved, I felt relieved and kinda disappointed. Living with a girl with those looks would have been interesting and hell, maybe this room would look a little bigger with those beds pushed together. But this was probably for the better. There’s still plenty of girls around, so we’ll just work out a signal system for when one of us brings one to the room. A nice and uncomplicated set-up.

I turned around to grab some more stuff from my box just in time to see Casey bending over to unzip his bag, his shirt riding up enough to reveal a fringe of red lace just above the waistline of his jeans. Well, so much for this being uncomplicated…

*******

All and all we settled in together pretty well. I managed to figure out Casey was gay even without him having to hang a rainbow flag over his bed. Which wasn’t really a problem with me. My dad had the “what people do in private is none of my business, but…” attitude and I always thought myself a little more tolerant than that, but to be honest I’d never really known any gay people (well, that I know of).

Casey turned out to be a pretty normal guy, if you stretched the definition of guy a little. My first real eye opener was when I saw him ready to go out one Friday night and for a moment I thought I got the wrong room, something the rabbit noticed and found hilarious. He looked and dressed fairly androgynous most of the time, but that night he’d put on a tank-top with a mesh shirt, a short black skirt and wedge boots that almost put his painted eyes level with my chin. It took a good deal of effort to remember he was a guy.

But as it turned out he was a pretty great roommate to have – clean, didn’t snore and we even had the same taste in TV and movies. Since he had a lot of cushions on his bed, we worked out early on that we could pile them against the wall, drag one of the chairs to the edge of the bed and put a lap-top on it and have an almost couch-and-TV setup.

To be honest, there were some slightly awkward moments. I’d learned that Casey likes to work out in the room, which is no problem since he does it while I’m out. The problem was the one time I’d come in to the sight of him doing squats in what I’m pretty sure were tight yoga pants and I was glad I had my own kit bag handy so I could hide the tent springing up in my pants. The weirdest part was that he didn’t have any top and, and despite a completely flat chest some part of my brain felt that was really lewd. Might have been due to the yoga shorts.

Changing clothes was also a bit awkward, which is strange since I’d spent years in locker-room getting dressed and undressed around other males. Whenever I had my back turned I couldn’t help but wonder if he was stealing glimpses, but more disturbing than that was the occasional impulse I had to take a peek whenever he was the one getting dressed.

I suppose things really came to a head one Wednesday night. I was killing some time before going to bed when Casey snuck in with a sneaky grin on his face and faint clinking coming from his backpack.

“Hey, I snuck some cider in past dorm security. Wanna help me get rid of the evidence?” he said, taking the pack off his back and unzipping to reveal the loot.

“Uh, sure. But I gotta ask – why the sudden boot-legging routine?” I said, although I knew it wasn’t much of a feat. Dorm sec didn’t really make a fuss about booze in rooms as long as you didn’t make noise or a mess.

“Well, I noticed you don’t go out Fridays ‘cause of training, and with nothing going on during weekdays that left you with only Saturday to have fun. I didn’t want you to miss out, so I figured we’d have a few drinks tonight…” he said, handing me a cool bottle and taking one for himself. I didn’t have anything better to do, so the idea was appealing. Twisting open the bottle cap and taking my first swig I realized that so was the cider. Casey seemed to feel the same way and we hadn’t chatted all that much before we realized we’d drained our first two bottles. As we cracked open the second pair, a question popped to my mind.

“So how did you get these, got a fake id?”

“Didn’t even need one. There was no one else at the store so I flirted a little with the guy behind the counter and he didn’t even card me…” he said, taking another gulp of the fruity brew.

“Ah, so he thought you were a girl…”

“What do you mean?” the rabbit asked, sounding more curious than offended.

“Well you aren’t wearing a skirt rith now, but with those skinny jeans, that tank-top and your looks you can see how someone could make that mistake…”

“Oh I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about your implication that I could only interest a straight guy if he thought I was a girl.” He said, trying to sound indignant but the smile curving his muzzle was ruining the attempt.

“Well, isn’t that how it works?”

“Let me tell you, I can’t make a straight man cross any lines he’s not willing to cross, but with my good looks, which I’m sure is what you meant to say…” he stressed and I gave an acknowledging nod “… I can catch the eye of any male, straight or not.”

“Okay, okay, I believe you…” I said with a chuckle. I wasn’t trying to make fun of him or goad him, but if you’d ever seen a bunny try to look angry when he’s really not, you’d understand why.

“Well, seeing is believing…” he said, giving me a strange little smile before he got up off his chair, leaving me sitting on my bed and looking confused.

He clicked away at his phone until some dancy club-track began to blare out the tiny speaker. He put it away and took center stage, so to speak, standing in the middle of the tiny room and smiling at me coquettishly. It seemed a bit silly at first and I was smiling right back at him, but once Casey began to move I’m pretty sure my expression changed.

He began slowly, a stamp of a slender leg, a shake of those slim hips that I found my eyes glued to. He wasn’t dressed to impress the way he was when he usually went out, but the skintight cutoff jeans he was wearing were showing a lot of leg and the peach camisole he had on left his slim shoulders bare, shoulders that were even now swiveling to the beat.

I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. I figured since we were both buzzed he’d just do something a bit silly, or maybe strike a few poses to prove a point. But he was really getting into it, like he was on an actual dance-floor with the music blaring away. His whole body was moving now, the slender white form having a whipcord quality to it as he began to sway, his long ears swinging behind him as he began to really move hose hips.

I had no idea what my face looked like, but soon enough his smile was splitting into a grin, those bucky incisors making him look cute as his dance became anything but. He couldn’t really move around but he made up for it, almost writhing in time to the beat as he got a bit cheeky. He’d play around with the hem of has cami, pulling it up inch by inch just enough to show a trim white tummy before tugging it down so that if he’d be giving me a nice flash of cleavage, if he’d had any.

He’d made a show of running his hands down his sides, swinging his hips even as he slowly undid the top button of his jeans and I wasn’t sure of he was actually going to strip. Nor was I really clear how I felt about the possibility at this point. It turned out he was happy enough just to tease me, hooking one thumb into the waistline of his shorts while the other slid up his cami, high enough for his fingers to reach his chest. And either those fingers were getting busy up there or the ‘Fuck me!’ look he’d flashed me was part of the act.

He gave me a strange little smile then and turned his back for what I correctly guessed was his finale. His hands, now out of sight seemed to continue roaming up and down his body but my eyes were now fixed on the rump packed away in that tight denim. Without that flat chest as a reminder it was getting hard to remember it was a guy in front of me, especially since I’d never seen a guy dress or dance this way.

I guess I got kinda hypnotized, following the bounce and sway of that toned rump and the fluffy white tail raised high enough that it didn’t block my view. Casey’s stopped only when the music died down, turning around and looking a little winded, the eager expression on his face becoming somewhat coy as he caught sight of me. I only then remembered to close my mouth, realizing I’d been sitting slack-jawed on the bed for some time, just watching the bunny’s buns.

“Looks like I made my point!” he said, and I followed his eyes down to what I was surprised to note was a full-on boner. “Mind if I help you out with that?” he said, obviously trying to sound sultry and confident as he knelt down in front of me. He almost had me fooled, but there was a hint of anxiety in his voice, just enough to make what was supposed to be a full-on slutty remark into something cute, but none the less effective for it.

Now I could have stopped him at this point. I was pretty sure that a “Thanks but no thanks.” would have been enough for him to back off, but god-damn he looked cute on his knees, his own hands trembling just a little as he undid my zipper. I bit back a groan when I felt one of those hands reach into my pants to fish me out, having gotten more turned on by watching the rabbit dance then I’d realized. Once all seven inches of me were out I realized I was almost holding my breath, waiting for the verdict. I knew I was pretty well off for a human, but I’d been in the shower with anthros so I knew just how relative size could be.

The expression on Casey’s face when took I the sight of me was easy to read and a sight for sore eyes. It made me realize two things. One, the bunny even now tentatively touching my length looked very happy with what he was seeing. And two – the ‘biting my lower lip’ look was a lot sexier with a pair of slightly elongated incisors doing the biting!

“You know… we don’t have to do anything. I mean, if you’re not comfortable…”

“It’s okay. Keep going…” I replied, watching his face light up. Damn, no male should look that pretty…

Next thing I knew one slender hand was gently wrapping itself around my shaft. It wasn’t my first time with an anthro, but it had been a while since I had a paw on my cock, almost long enough for me to forget what it felt like. There was something about the contrast of soft, silky paw pads and the delicate fur between them both pressed against my skin that always pushed my buttons. Casey seemed to read my face like an open book, his cute slightly anxious smile becoming both more confident and more coy as he began to stroke me.

The fact that it was another guy kneeling between my legs and stroking my shaft entered my brain, and seemed disappointed by the lukewarm reception it got. I didn’t have enough attention to spare on big questions and introspection, all of it focused on the rabbit giving me a very skilled handjob. Soon he began to squeeze as well as stroke and within a few seconds I was leaking like a faucet over his fingers.

A groan had just barely cleared my lips when he began to move his face closer to the action, the little button-nose of his twitching until his muzzle was an inch away from my cock. He looked up at me, hitting me with the full force of those big green eyes and held my gaze even as his tongue slid out and over the underside of my shaft. My hands gripped the sheets even as my jaw clenched, the sensation of that velvety tongue taking me by surprise as the bunny licked the tip of my shaft clean.

He still had a bit of a smile when he took his eyes of me to pay more attention to what he was doing. His hand continued working my shaft, mostly just squeezing the throbbing length while he began to lash his tongue across my head. Fuck, if he kept that up I’d give his fur another coat of white pretty soon. I was already so turned on that I was fighting the need to just feed this bunny the stuff he was so diligently trying to milk me for.

“You’re –ungh! – pretty good at this…” I said, one of those comments you make when your brain decides to break the silence, but can’t actually form a thought worth expressing.

“Well I’ve got one of these myself. I know what it likes…” he said, and just to prove his point he pressed his tongue to the underside of my shaft and flicked it over the head, getting another groan and another squirt of pre from me.

He gave me another look, and this time there was no uncertainty in those green bedroom eyes. His ears had flopped forward when he’d first bent over my cock, but he flicked them back behind his shoulders just as that mouth opened, lips parted as his muzzle moved down. Those buck teeth looked a lot less cute at that moment but as the head of my cock sank into his mouth all that I felt were his silky lips as the warmth of the bunny’s muzzle enveloped my throbbing shaft.

His hands moved to my thighs as he took more than half of me past his lips before he began to bob his head, his tongue once again twisting and flicking around the head now trapped in that warm mouth. I was still fighting the urge to cum bot it was no longer just to save myself the embarrassment of having a hair trigger. Having Casey on his knees and suckling my shaft felt like heaven and I wanted this to last as long as it could.

I moved one hand from the sheets and placed it on the bunny’s head, making him look up for a second, but when it became clear I was definitely not going to him off pull off, those eyes lidded a little but stayed pointed up at me. I was definitely not going to pull him off, or push him down for that matter, since he was doing an amazing job down there and I didn’t feel the need to interfere. I just moved my hand over his head, running my fingers through those rusty curls, all the while getting the impression that Casey was enjoying the bit of physical contact.

When my fingers brushed against the base of one of his ears I saw it just barely twitch, the moan the bunny made into my rod letting me know that spot was sensitive in a good way. His eyes closed as I continued to pet him, every again brushing close to one ear and groaning as he moaned around my cock. Those moans proved to be just a little more than I could take and I soon felt my sack pulling up as my heart began to pound in my ears.

“Unh… I’m gonna…” I groaned out, feeling the need to give the bunny some warning.

His eyes opened up as he flashed me an impish look before once again closing them as he pushed his muzzle all the way down. I could feel my head slide into his throat even as his little nose pressed against the fuzz on my crotch, my vision blurring a little as my shaft swelled up. When I felt one silky paw stroking my swollen sack it was the last straw, and I fought the urge to press Casey’s face further against me as I felt myself unload straight down his throat.

Now I had an active sex life, but what with moving in to the dorm, and both classes and practice starting I hadn’t exactly had time to date. That was why I felt like I was shooting a pint down the moaning bunny’s gullet, that sneaky little paw stroking my nuts all the while as if he was making sure he got every drop.

I found myself panting like I’d just finished training, my cock still hard and still in the bunny’s muzzle as Casey lovingly suckled the last of my seed with every sign of enjoyment. I took my hand off his head because at this point I felt like I needed it to steady myself. Casey took that as his cue to pull his muzzle off me, his lips making me shudder as they ran up the length up my shaft and my still over-sensitive head before it left his mouth with a little pop, clean as a whistle. We looked at each other for a few seconds until he got up and broke the silence.

“Hate to eat and run, but I need to grab a shower before I hit the sack…” he said, grabbing a robe and shower bag while I sat still stunned and speechless.

And despite the little lewd interlude and his cheeky remark, when he’d turned around just before slipping away I saw a sort of giddy smile on a face that looked achingly vulnerable. I sat there dumbfounded as I tried to process what had just happened. I’d just gotten a blow-job, possibly the best one in my whole life, and from another guy, although Casey was really stretching the term. The gravity of it refused to really sink in, partially because my mind kept drifting to what the bunny must be doing in the showers.

Was it my imagination or were those jeans a little tighter when he’d left? I found myself picturing a white rabbit against white tile, water soaking that tiny elfin figure as he gripped his shaft, that cute muzzle parting as he began to stroke himself… thinking about me? I felt the need to think deep thoughts at this moment but it was hard when I was a little buzzed, fairly tired, and most of my blood refusing to go anywhere near my brain as the image of a naked Casey stirred my shaft back to life.

I got sort of startled when I realized I’d zoned out for I don’t know how long. Casey could come back any moment, and even though I knew we’d both need to deal with this, I got the impression he’d rather leave it for tomorrow. I quickly got down to my t-shirt and boxers, turned off the lights and switched on the reading lamp on Casey’s nightstand. I heard him come in a few minutes later, and by then I was under my sheets, pretending to be asleep. Once I heard him get into bed and turn the lamp off I tried to actually do it, succeeding only after about two hours spent in the dark with my mind wandering after every sniff of the rabbit’s freshly shampooed coat.

*******

Sleep, when it did come, wasn’t all that restful. It seemed that as soon as I closed my eyes I was met with a green pair staring up at me. I felt like my entire dream was Casey looking lovingly up at me, giggling and, well pretty much the replay of what had happened. My imagination seemed to be having trouble coming up with anything better.

I woke up before my roomie, but that was not unusual. I generally stirred awake on my own while Casey needed the loving blare of an alarm to start the day right. I got dressed as quietly as I could and slipped out for my morning jog, being careful to keep my crotch covered despite the hallways being empty this early. Still, the bunny in my room had gone to sleep in a camisole and a pair of panties and seemed to have had a night almost as restless as mine. The result of which was him sprawled on the bed in a tangle of slender limbs and bed sheets which wasn’t helping my morning wood.

Running helped by giving my body something to do, but my brain had no pressing business so it kept bringing up certain questions. Like ‘What the fuck is going on with me?’. I knew I wasn’t gay, since I always did and still do find women attractive. So bi, I guess? But why would it have started up now? After years of showering with and changing in front of other athletic guys without so much as my pulse quickening, I suddenly had to suppress the thoughts of one rabbit so that my shorts wouldn’t tent up.

The thing was that whenever I remembered last night those big questions seemed to become less important, which sounds meaningful but might have been a simple matter of blood leaving my brain. I also had no idea what it meant for Casey. We’d had a few drinks, but neither of us was really all that drunk last night, just buzzed enough to relax a little more than we usually did. As I circled back, I decided that once I got back to the room I’d talk this out with him, just to fill in a few of the blanks in my head.

But with all the big thoughts I was mulling over, I’d forgotten Casey had classes this morning, a fact that popped back into my mind once I saw his bed made and him and his laptop gone. Well, maybe it was for the best. It at least gave me time to get my thoughts in order, not to mention take a shower…

*******

“Hey, you mind if we talk?” I asked, wincing at how awkward it sounded. It was afternoon and we were each lying in our beds, doing some light studying, or at least pretending to.

“Uh, sure. What about?” he asked, sitting up to look at me. His right ear had popped up, something I’d learned he did subconsciously when either surprised or trying to focus. He did it all the time during lectures, and apparently people sitting behind him were starting to complain…

“Well, last night…”

“Oh.” He said, his hands going to his knees as the ear swiveled a little. “I hope you don’t have any regrets…”

“Well kinda…” I said, his ear falling immediately and almost taking my heart with it. He was wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, but since it was probably meant for a horse it fit him almost like a dress. He looked so adorably vulnerable at that moment that part of me just wanted to keep staring, but I didn’t have the heart. “I mean I feel bad that I finished and kinda… left you hanging…” I added, and the moment the words sunk in the bunny’s muzzle split into a relieved grin, one that he quickly tried to dial back into a more demure smile. Too late though, the damage was done. God, he looks sexy with that goofy grin on his face…

“Oh thank God! I thought that you were freaked out about… uhm…” he said, his hand flying to his chest as his heart obviously began to beat again.

“Well not really freaked out but I am kinda confused. I mean, I never liked guys that way, and I still don’t think that I do but… I’m still kinda glad last night happened. But the thing is, when you were going down on me I didn’t pretend you were a girl. I didn’t really feel the need to…” I said, surprising myself with that last part.

“Okay, then let me ask you this. Imagine it’s not me sitting here but saaaay… a horse. A handsome, muscular stallion wearing nothing but a pair of tight-fitting shorts! How would that make you feel?”

“Well, jealous, inadequate, envious… You know – normal, healthy feelings.” I said and we both laughed.

“So then you still aren’t attracted to guys, strictly speaking. You’re attracted to someone girly, same as you always were. You just found out that you don’t mind if that ‘girl’ has a little something extra. Strictly speaking, I’m gay, but I’m still not really attracted to guys who look like me despite the fact that they are males. Just not my type, I guess.”

“Sooo, what is your type?”

“Well you know… tall, well compared to me at least, good set of shoulders, can fill out a shirt and… a pair of boxers…” he said, turning a bit bashful at the last part. I also couldn’t help but notice his eyes on me as he ticked off the list.

“Uhh, you know I’ve got nothing to do right now so… were you really serious about wanting to pay me back for last night?” he said, biting his lower lip with those buck teeth of his.

I felt a little torn because I really did feel like I owed him, and him sitting there with his hands on his knees, the oversized shirt hanging off one slim shoulder and that gorgeous “I’m cute, now fuck me!” look on his face was definitely getting me a little hot under the collar. Still, the thought of me getting on my knees between his legs, or even just stroking another male’s cock… Well, it wasn’t exactly revulsion, but I still felt reluctant to try despite how much the sight of Casey turned me on.

“Tell you what – I don’t want to push you to do anything you’re not comfortable with…” he said, making me wonder just how easy my face was to read. “How about you try doing something with me that you could also do with a girl?” he said, his voice husky and eager as my mind raced. And only one thing really came to mind.

“Okay.” I said and that seemed to be Casey’s cue. He got up and pulled the huge shirt over his head the same way a girl would – tugging up the hem and going slow enough to give me a good show. And seeing as this was the first time I got to get a really good look at him, I just stared away.

The white fur covering him softened his form up, but I knew he worked out to keep trim and it really showed. His shoulders were tiny, his chest as flat as his belly and his waist narrow enough to give the impression he had hips. He was wearing a pair of white and pink striped panties, the cottony material struggling to contain a small but growing bulge.

He turned around before slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his panties and slowly sliding them down. From the waist down he was decidedly less lean, a toned but bubbly looking butt sitting on top of a pair of shapely thighs any girl would be glad to have. He kept his tail down and I wondered if he was teasing me or if he was more shy than he let on.

I could see him taking a deep breath before turning around, nervous as I have to admit I was about what effect the sight of his less-than-girly attribute would have on me. As he stood there with his hands clasped behind his back and his slender shaft bobbing in front of him, I have to admit I was surprised at how little it affected me.

To be honest, it wasn’t all that impressive. It was just under five inches, shaped the same as mine except a bit more slender and a very pale shade of pink, which I guessed was more or less the tone of Casey’s skin under that milky-white fur. And it definitely wasn’t a deal breaker, something that was made clear by my own shaft tenting my sweatpants. Although to tell the truth I barely saw it. The vision of the bunny’s butt as he bent over still swam in my mind, my brain trying to puzzle out what it would have looked like with that tail raised.

“Okay, now you.” Casey said, his voice just a tad shaky as he bit his lower lip. “If you really want to do me a favor, I wanna show too…”

I had to admit I wasn’t really showy, and I definitely didn’t take my time getting naked, not after the way he’d asked me to. Still, I got the impression that Casey liked what he saw, and he wasn’t too shy to give me a good oglin’. And I couldn’t help but notice his gaze was lingering on the part of me he’d already gotten a good look at last night.

True to his bunny genes he practically hopped onto his bed, putting his hands on his pillow as he got on all fours, facing sideways from me and giving his rump a little wiggle. I don’t even remember taking the few steps from his bed to mine but he stopped me just as I was about to climb on.

“Wait. Top drawer, in the back…”

I opened it up, seeing nothing but various fur and hair brushes, cosmetics and make up until I reached back far enough and found a tube that was still a little slippery. As I got a grip on the lube I also felt some other packets, and pulled one out.

“Should I…?” holding up a condom.

“Don’t bother. I want to feel you…” he said, and I’d only really asked as a formality. I figured we were both clean, but even if that wasn’t the case the further you got from your own species the harder it was to catch something, and with anthros and humans you stood a better chance of getting struck by lightning.

I got into bed behind him and just stood there taking in the sight of the eager bunny. His back was arched up and his tail still down, a sort of shy and reluctant posture that was endearing as it was frustrating. I put my hands on the sides of his chest, feeling him shudder under my touch. Fuck, his fur was soft! This wasn’t my first time with an anthros, but I was sure the cat I’d been with before would have killed to have Casey’s coat. The fuzz was short, dense and unbelievably soft, failing to completely mask those dancer’s muscles even now twitching under my fingertips.

I ran my hands over his sides, noting that his waist was slim enough that I’d be able to get a nice grip on it, admiring the curve of his back as my hands settled on his cheeks. That seemed to be the cue the bunny was waiting for, and as I stared the curve of his back bent the other way as his rear was thrust out and his short fluffy tail flew up.

It was a hell of a move as his cute butt seemed to expand, the cheeks parting to give me a flash of pink just under that tail. My grip on his cheeks tightened as I struggled to keep myself from just groping him with all my strength, curious to both see my fingers dig into those marshmallowy buns and to hear what kind of sound he’d make. As it turned out my eager squeeze got a coo out of him as he pushed back just a little against my fondling hands.

While fondling those snowy cheeks was fun, and more thrilling than I thought it would be, I found myself eager to move on. I hooked my thumbs between them and spread them wide, my cock twitching from the sight in front of me. I froze up for a few moments just taking in the image of Casey on all fours with that apple-cheeked ass thrust out at me, tail raised to display a twitching pink pucker in a sea of downy white fluff. I could also see his little pouch covered in a shorter, thinner version of his fur, and dangling beneath that his stiffening cock. And even that only barely managed to convince my brain that this was a guy’s ass I was staring at.

The twitch of his tail shook me out of my daze, and I wondered if it was just Casey’s body reacting to my touch, of if he was giving me a subtle signal. Either way I was getting to horny for sight-seeing and that pink pucker was looking more inviting with every second. I popped the cap off the slippery tube and I could see one of Casey’s ears twitch at the sound even as he tried to seem as patient as he could. I squeezed a good bit on my fingers before bringing one to the entrance of the bunny’s shapely ass.

He tensed for a fraction of a second as the cold goo touched his rosebud but then relaxed immediately, his pucker seeming to swallow my digit as I gently slid it in. His moan broke the silence, a faint and breathy noise so eager that it made me want to mount him then and there, but I managed to keep my cool.

“Just… tell me if I’m going too fast.” I said absentmindedly as I watched that pink ring squeeze around the base of my finger, the rest of the digit now buried as deep as it could go under that bushy little tail.

“I will. Just please don’t stop!”

The shaky, breathy tone of his voice made me confident and I soon began pumping my finger in and out past that silky ring which was now nice and slick. One of my pumps got a little gasp from him, one that sounded familiar despite the fact that I’d never heard a male make it. But I was curious, so I pushed my finger in, prodding and rubbing around until…

“Haaaaaa!”

I carefully rubbed the same spot, wondering if I can get him to make that sound again, but all that came out of his mouth were mewling whimpers as his pucker clenched tight around me. It didn’t seem to want to let me go, put it relaxed when I began to push another finger in, the pink ring now stretching even further. Once it relaxed I began to pump again, holding Casey’s cheek with one hand and feeling the tremors ruining through his body.

“Q-quit teasin’ already!” he managed to squeak out, but I couldn’t help but notice that his rosebud still clung to my fingers, unwilling to let them go as I pulled them out.

My hands were almost trembling with excitement as I lubed up my shaft, the bunny in front of me forlornly wriggling his empty rump. He froze when he felt one of my hands land on his hip, his tail pulled up as far as it could go as I used my other hand to guide the head of my cock to his well-fingered pucker. He didn’t clench up this time, the pink rosebud spreading around as I sank in, my other hand flying to his hips more to steady myself than to keep Casey in place.

I had tried anal only once before, and even after some prep-work it had involved a lot of hisses, ouches and pauses before I even slipped my head in. The lapine rump in front of me seemed to draw me in, that ring pulsing eagerly around my girth rather than clenching up as my head rubbed against the warm silky insides of Casey’s shapely ass. This time I was the one who needed a pause, and after I was only about two inches in.

“It’s okay, don’t stop…” Casey panted, his tone letting me know it was a good deal better than ‘okay’.

“I’m not stopping for your sake…” I replied through clenched teeth. Fuck, how could I be this close already?

“Awwww, is my bunny-butt too much for you?”

“Please… don’t laugh…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No it’s not that… It’s just that when you do you kinda… clench up back here.” I said, purposefully looking straight ahead and avoiding the sight of my cock buried half-way under Casey’s fluffy white tail, worried that it might push me over the edge. He didn’t say anything, but I could hear him smiling as he folded his arms under him and rested his head on them, leaving his shapely ass in the air and still part-way impaled on my shaft.

I was getting used to the sensation of him wrapped around me, and I knew once I got my breath back I’d be able to get back into the game. After all, the whole point of this was for me to make it up to him for the blowjob he’d given me and I’d be damned if I was gonna cum before he did. I stroked his hips a little, still amazed by how soft his fur felt under my palms. I discovered two little dimples at the top of each cheek, and pressing them with my thumbs got me a sultry sigh from Casey, one that had my shaft twitching within him. When I figured I was ready I began to sink more of my cock into him, watching that fluffy white butt swallow me inch by inch. The last one got a few faint winces from the bunny but I kept slowly pushing in and a few moments later I felt those downy cheeks pressed against me, my shaft buried all the way inside that bouncy bunny butt.

“Good girl…” I rumbled, and a second later wondered if I’d fucked up. But Casey didn’t seem to mind, twitching his tail so that the long hairs on it ticked my abs.

I returned fire by rubbing those little dimples I’d found, groaning as it made his insides pulse around me. Fuck, this must be what heaven feels like. At that point I felt like I could stay like that forever, just buried in a happy little bunny while I watched his ears and tail twitch. Pulling out of Casey was like trying to pull yourself out of a warm bed on a cold winter morning, but as I watched his pucker cling to my slick length, other instincts kicked in.

I pulled out until only my head was still inside him and pushed back in one smooth, slow stroke, Casey’s moan starting low and rising as more of my cock was stuffed up his pliant rear. I figured it was genuine, since if he could fake a sound like that he’d be a porn star! Since it looked like he could handle me pretty well I began pumping, long loving strokes that ended with me grinding my hips against his furry cheeks.

I’d always been skeptical about how enjoyable anal sex was. Especially since the one girl that agreed to try it with me didn’t seemed to like it all that much, to the point that I didn’t ask her again. But seeing was believing, and Casey was loving every stroke and every thrust, his pucker relaxed most of the time except sometimes when I pulled out and he seemed to clench it up, making my groans join his little whimpers.

Since he seemed to be taking this pace so well, and since I didn’t think I could keep this up for much longer, I sped up a little. I kept a firm grip on his hips as I began to drive mine forward with enough force to make those shapely cheeks bounce, the fluffy fur covering them muffling the smack of our rutting.

Casey seemed to enjoy this pace, his languid moans turning into more or less one long, shaky coo as he lifted his head a little and braced his palms against the mattress, getting some much needed leverage as my thrusts pushed him forward a little every time I bottomed out. Even though the smacks were missing, I’d been leaking into that warm ass like a busted pipe and by now even my ears could pick up the slurping sounds of my cock sawing in and out of that perfect little rump.

And the sights were as impressive as the sounds, that rosebud now a pink ring around my shaft as I pistoned in and out, every now and again managing to hit that little spot inside the bunny and get a squeak out of him. My eyes traveled a little further along his body as he got up on all fours again, seeing the dancer’s muscles on his back even through the fur covering them, the square set of his slim shoulders as he stared blankly ahead and his long ears hanging on either side of his head.

I was struck by the sheer beauty of him, the sight of this amazingly sensual creature offering himself to me like this, his body responding with unmasked ecstasy to anything I seemed to do. Male or not, I’m not sure I’d ever been with a partner who got off on me like this, every little thing I do seeming to get some sort of response.

I could hear myself panting and grunting every now and again, and realized I was now pulling Casey’s hips back to meet every thrust, yet no matter what I did, the bunny seemed to love every second, every thrust and every smack of my body against his. I became aware of his little pouch, pulled up against his body even as my heavier sack swung into it, but that did nothing to alter my mood. You couldn’t have pulled me off, or more to the point – out of this bunny at this point. Male or no, I was going to breed this fluffy little rump, and just the thought made me thrust so hard I nearly knocked Casey over.

I wasn’t sure why I did it but a second later I found myself leaning over and running one arm under and around Casey’s chest. The bunny seemed a bit surprised, especially when I straightened up and took him along with me, pressing his back against my chest as I held him tight. And even though I wasn’t sure why I’d done it, I was glad I did!

The sensation of that tight, toned body against mine felt great, but all the better for the coat of feather-soft fur covering every inch of it. I kept up my pounding, my thrusts now shorter but the new angle seemed to thrill Casey a little, judging by the sharp gasps he was making with every buck of my hips.

I began stroking my hand across his chest, not minding that all I felt under the fur was flat muscle. I still gave it a grope, probably on instinct, and fuck me if Casey didn’t respond, crying out even as his nipple stiffened against my palm. My other hand began to roam a bit, traveling from the writhing bunny’s hip across a taught tummy and lower until…

It really should have been more of a shock, considering that was the first time I’d ever touched another guy’s cock, something I’d never really expected to do. And it might have made me pause if it wasn’t for the keening moan Casey let out as his slender shaft twitched against my palm, a sound so honest and eager that it was oil on the fire at this point.

And when a thought did enter my head it wasn’t “This is wrong!” or “This is going too far!”, but rather “This is handy…”. I didn’t even think about it, and I didn’t really need to, because even though it wasn’t my own, my hand knew what to do when it was wrapped around a cock. I was close to cumming, and had been for some time, and I didn’t see anything wrong with ‘cheating’ a little. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if Casey could cum just from having me pump his rump.

The sounds he started to make once I began to stroke his shaft had me worried, and I considered moving my other hand to cover his mouth before the bunny got the same idea and bit his lip. Fuck, even muffled his cried got me going, maybe even more so because they were now needy little whines coming out that tiny nose of his.

I no longer had to worry about outlasting him, since I was sure he wouldn’t last long. That meant that I could finally let go and just enjoy breeding this tight little butt and having his fluffy body pressed against me. I bent my head and buried my face in his neck, taking a deep sniff of his fur and surprising myself by how much I enjoyed the smell of him.

He stretched his neck out and before I knew it I was actually nuzzling the soft white fur even as I pumped away, both at his shaft and his bouncy behind. I felt almost like I was getting high on the scent of his fur, feeling a thrill at the way his slim cock twitched in my grip, the sensation of a shaft in my hand feeling a little strange without the accompanying sensation of a hand on my shaft. His ears were flopping around with the rest of him, and in that strange fog I was in I found my mouth moving until I’d caught one between my teeth, giving it a tiny little nibble.

I felt his cock twitch in my grip just before he let out a sharp whine and his ass seemed to grow two sizes smaller. The throbbing of the shaft in my hand was strangely familiar, and I knew Casey was cumming fiercely even before his warm spunk began to drizzle down my fingers. His pucker had gone crazy and was now pulsing around me even as I continued to hammer away at that bubbly rear.

“I’m gonna…” I grunted out between pants, drilling the bunny’s ass as I felt my own climax approach.

“Do it… please… wanna… wanna…”

I never did learn what Casey wanted, his words ending in a squeal as I drove into him one last time, pulling him tight against me as I felt my nuts pulse and my cock throb. I figured I gave him what he wanted by the way he just melted against me, the cock I was still holding seeming to be the only stiff part of him as he wriggled his rump a little, making sure that every last inch of me was inside him.

I panted into his neck as I unloaded into that tight little ass, every spurt of my seed greeted with a breathy gasp from the bunny who was still riding out his own climax when I’d hit mine. He reached out to wrap one arm around my head, the movement seeming clumsy, almost drunken as his limb trembled noticeably. I kept squeezing his shaft even as I felt it soften in my grip, my other hand roaming his chest and every once in a while brushing against a stiff little nipple.

I have no idea how long we stayed like that, each of us a panting mess as we came down from our highs, but after a while I felt my shaft soften and slip out, despite that bunny-butt’s last minute efforts to keep it inside. I just rolled over and laid down on my back, feeling too spent to make the trek to my bed.

Casey definitely didn’t seem to mind, and before I knew it he was stretching out on top of me and cuddling up. I couldn’t exactly protest since I was hogging his bed, and the other side had some sizable wet patches. Fuck, so did the wall! I hoped rabbit cum would wash off, but for now I just tightened my arm around Casey, easily carrying his weight as I enjoyed a fluffy blanket that was even now nuzzling my neck.

“T-thank you. For… you know…” he said softly, his tone giddy and bashful at the same time.

“Don’t. This felt amazing…” I said, but I think I knew which part he was thanking me for. I could still feel his cum cooling on my hand, remembering clearly how I’d wrapped it around the bunny’s slender cock and pumped and squeezed the lapine shaft as he came. It had been unthinkable before we started but so natural at the moment, and even now I waited for some vestige of disgust to hit in but none seemed to be coming. We’d spent minutes like that, and since even after then neither of us felt like getting up I finally broke the silence.

“Sorry for that ‘good girl’ thing…”

“Don’t be. I don’t really mind you thinking of me as a girl, as long as it’s me you’re thinking off…”

“So, how long have you been… you know, like this?”

“And just what’s that supposed to mean?” Casey asked with obviously fake outrage.

“Well, you know. I mean being gay is one thing, but the stuff with the clothes and all…”

“To tell you the truth, since college…”

“What do you mean ‘since college’? We’re freshmen!” I said and the two shared a chuckle.

“Well it’s still a ‘since’, technically. I came from a very typical small town. A great place to live and grow up, but it was one of those places where almost everybody knew everybody. Not really homophobic but I didn’t really feel all that comfortable being myself. I wouldn’t have really been picked on or anything, but it’s kind of a one-horse-town and I didn’t want to be talked about.”

“So you didn’t hook up with anyone until you got here?”

“Hey, c’mon! I was a growing boy and I had my needs! But I was careful about it. When I realized girls weren’t going to cut it for me I just fantasized about guys a lot. Then I got into these message boards and chat rooms and had a sort of long-distance relationship. You know – sexy chats, swapping an occasional pic and so. But I only started getting physical when I was about sixteen.” He said and I wondered if I’d only imagined seeing a blush under the white fur.

“There were a couple of dance clubs and I’d spent my savings on a god-awful fake id. Now I didn’t want to be recognized, so that’s kinda where the feminine get-up came in. Back then I went around wearing the same stuff every other kid my age was wearing, so if someone saw a rabbit my age wearing a skirt, tank-top and high-heels they’d never for a second thing it was me. Well, not really high heels – I tried taking a few steps in those and almost twisted my ankle.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t it tricky going to a store and buying women’s’ clothes?”

“It would have been, so I didn’t. It’s kinda embarrassing, but I raided my older sister’s closet for something I thought would fit me, and some make-up. Then I’d leave home dressed normally, but with my ‘costume’ in a backpack. I’d duck into an alley or some bushes near the club…”

“Yeah, not a lot of phone booths around these days…” I said with a smirk.

“Don’t laugh!” Casey protested, doing just that. “Although if anyone had seen me I would have looked pretty ridiculous – hands shaking as I tried to change clothes in the dark and look all around me to make sure nobody spotted me all at the same time. And then try to put on makeup under a streetlight, which I think would have been a challenge for someone who knew how to do it, let alone me. And then I’d have to try my luck at the door.”

“So did it work – the ID, the disguise?”

“Not really. I guess I still looked like jailbait. Basically there was only one club and even then I was shit out of luck if there was anyone at the door apart from this one bouncer who’d let me in. I don’t think he was really fooled, but if I flirted it up a little and let him get an occasional grope he’d let me though. I think he was sure that it was only a matter of time before I gave him some…”

“Did you?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

“No! He was a hunk, but he was also this massive big-horn ram that could have carried you around like a baby. Hell, even today I’d be nervous about going to bed with him. I figure there’s a reason they call it ‘ramming it in’. But once I got inside, well… I was so desperate for some physical attention that the first few times just dancing was enough for me. Somebody pressing up against me, running their hands over me as I writhed to the music…” he said, his tone a little wistful.

“I figure most of the people there were drunk or high but I was always careful about that. I counted my drinks and never left them unattended and politely turned down any offers of pills or baggies. For the first few days it was enough of a thrill just to be on that dance floor…”

“And after that?”

“Well, I still stayed pretty sober but I kinda wanted to get more physical. And one night there was this fox…”

“Of course there was…” I said and Casey couldn’t help but laugh at his tone.

“No, I know it sounds like a cliché, but there really was! We danced a few songs together and before the third one came on he whispered in my ear and asked me if I wanted to go with him to the bathroom. Well, I knew what went on in there since nobody can be quiet enough not to get caught by these ears, especially in a tiled room. And most of the time nobody tried. So we found and empty stall and I got my skirt pulled up for the first time…”

“Didn’t he freak when he found out you were a guy?”

“Nah, he’d had his hand on my crotch long enough to know what was down there and I could tell he didn’t mind. I sucked him just enough to get him wet and then he had me bend over the toilet, raise my tail aaaand then he took my cherry.”

“Did it hurt? I mean, first time and all…”

“Nah. He didn’t push the knot in and even if he had I was so horny and pent up that I doubt I would have cared at the time. It’s funny because looking back on it, it really wasn’t much – a bathroom quickie with a condom and no knot. He’d barely been thrusting a minute when he reached around to stroke me off and I popped just from having his paw on me. Well that and you know… back there. That set him off and when he was done he offered to walk me back to the floor but I told him to just go without me. I felt giddy, I was panting like I’d just run a mile and my legs were so wobbly I had to sit on the toilet. I’d locked myself in there until I looked normal enough to walk out. Then I tried to dance a little bit more but it was a bit of an anticlimax, so I just called it a night…” he finished, and I noted that despite the way he’d written it off as a quickie in a bathroom stall, he still sounded wistful when he spoke about it.

“So that was my romantic life back then – the internet stuff made me feel like I was in a relationship and sneaking off to the dance-club bathroom let me take care of my physical needs. If you sort of glued those two together, you’d wind up with something that almost but not quite looks like an actual love-life. It was just barely enough back then, but now I’m looking for a little more.”

“So do your parents know?”

“Mm-hmm. Sat them down before I went off and told them. They were a little surprised at first, but they took it well. Then I phoned up my sister and told her, but that was more of a formality. I suspected she knew for some time, and I was certain when she’d gone off to college and left behind all of my favorite outfits.”

“Okay, but that’s what I don’t get. I mean, you dressed that way back home as a sort of disguise, but if you’re out and open about it, why wear them now?”

“I dunno... I guess part of it is habit, but you gotta admit I do look sexy in them. There’s not really a lot of men’s clothing that can make me look and feel as hot as I do when I’m wearing something girly. Besides, I’ll have the rest of my life to wear boring stuff, so when am I going to dress like this if not now?”

“Mhh. Soooo, foxes huh?” I said and he started giggling again.

“What is it with you and foxes?” he said with a giggle, but then seemed to get a bit more thoughtful. “Although it was mostly predators which kinda sucked, I guess…”

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno. I liked my time I spent with them and they were OK guys and all, but it’s just this thing. They kinda get a pass on being ambitious, cocky and a bit greedy. There’s a lot of bullshit about the world ‘still being a jungle’ and most of it comes from preds. When they act like arrogant dicks they spin it into some natural instinct to be the Alphas, the hunters, although now of course they hunt opportunities. They get picked for management over herbivores all the time because of this, some supposed aggressive ambition, like they could actually sniff and track a good deal. Prey species are seen as hard-working and dependable, but still a bit second class. Not sure how you fit in there…”

“Well I don’t think I got it as bad as you, but they’re a bit dickish towards humans as well. When I made the varsity soccer team in high school they were nice and all but every now and again I’d overhear something about a ‘token human’ dragging the team down.”

“Sounds about right. So what did you do?”

“Trained twice as hard just to catch up. They weren’t exactly wrong – most of them have more stamina, more speed or better reflexes than I do, but there’s a downside to that. They rely on talent a little too much and put in a little less work. Once I started scoring, they changed their tune. Maybe not about humans, but at least about me…”

“Sounds like you did better than me. I sometimes feel like I proved to those guys that a herbivore will just bend over for them when they want to. Still, I was young, horny and didn’t know any better. Won’t be making that mistake again…” he said, nuzzling a little closer and closing his eyes.

Well, since I’m trapped I might as well get a nap in too…

*******

“Hey, I was watching that!” I complained, but wasn’t exactly craning my neck to peek at the screen as Casey got into my lap and blocked my view.

“Like hell you were, I caught you watching me!” he insisted, settling down on my lap and draping his arms around my neck.

“That was just an occasional glance…” I tried to defend myself, but truth be told he’d caught me dead to rights. Maybe it was the get-up.

Casey hadn’t changed since he’d come in from classes and we sat down to binge-watch some show we’d recently heard about, so he was wearing a knee-length pleated black skirt and a pale-cream colored blouse he’d popped the few top buttons off. Not exactly a sexy get up, but it was somewhere between schoolgirl and secretary and it had been drawing my eyes now and again.

“You know, too much screen time is bad for you…” he husked, and it was a tone of voice I’d gotten familiar with.

We hadn’t really talked about it… or ‘us’ I guess, and to be honest I was a bit too chicken to bring up the subject. I still had trouble wrapping my mind around being in a relationship of some kind with another guy, and I never let on that I was around others. Still, when Casey and I were alone…

“So you just worried about my health or are you feelin’ frisky?” I asked, although I already knew the answer from the way the bunny was grinding against my lap. And if that hadn’t been enough to get me hard, the look he was giving me would have.

“How about a compromise…” he said, his finger’s reaching down until they’d fished me out of my pants. I went from stiff to rock hard the moment I felt his paw-pads on me, a by now familiar sensation but one that never got old. “We get a nice little work-out, but we don’t leave the couch?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, raising his hips and angling both them and my cock, working blind since his skirt was hiding all the action.

“Fuck, did you seriously go to lectures without panties today?” I asked when the head of my cock brushed against the downy fur covering Casey’s coin purse as he guided it further back.

“C’mon, what kind of slut do you take me for? I slipped out of them when I went to the bathroom.” He said, his tone playful but a little anxious. I got the feeling he’d imagined this part would be a little less tricky, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he tried to guide me home without seeing what was happening. I was about to ask if he wanted me to get the lube when I suddenly felt my tip touch the warm and very slick skin of his rosebud.

“You had no intention of watching this, did you?” I asked, realizing just how prepared he was for this little impulsive interlude.

“I do! Just –ah!- wanna do this first…” he said, gasping as he lowered himself enough that my head beached that gooey pink ring, his pucker clenching up for a second as if it was giving my shaft a welcome home hug before letting it slip further inside.

“You -ngh- know, you could have just sat down facing the other way…” I said, still pretending to give a damn about the show, every twitch of my shaft betraying me to the bunny.

“I know…” he replied, letting out another little gasp as he sat down in my lap, my shaft now buried snugly under that fluffy white tail. “…but I wanted to look at you.”

He looked adorable when he said it, softening up parts of me while others seemed to get even stiffer. I moved my hands along his legs, feeling the toned muscles of his thighs tensed up as he knelt straddling me, the slender limbs growing softer under my touch until my hands slid under the skirt and each grabbed a bouncy bunny cheek.

He cooed in delight as he wriggled a little into my grasp, making my cock shift inside him even as my palms gave him the grope he was begging for. Although I’d learned to love the sight of either his lips or his ass wrapped lovingly around my cock, there was something to this position. His skirt hid everything, so I relied a lot more on touch to get a feel for what was going on, and I was getting quite a feel.

I could feel my fingers leaving furrows in that thick fur as they slid into the crack between those bubbly cheeks, one of them tracing the slippery ring of flesh stretched around my shaft. Not that I didn’t have anything to look at. Casey was a sight for sore eyes, his eyes lidded but still pointed at me and his lips parted as he let out an occasional gasp and moan, all the while wriggling around in his ‘seat’. With some reluctance, I moved my hands from his tush and began to undo the buttons on his blouse.

“You know you’re not going to find anything in there, right?” he teased.

“I know.” I replied, still popping buttons. “But I wanna look at you…”

The cocky little grin vanished from his face and I wondered for a brief second if I’d said or done smoothing wrong. I realized it was anything but when Casey’s face began to drift closer to mine, his lips still parted but slightly pursed. I knew what he wanted and to my surprise I felt like I wanted it to. I brought my lips closer and closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around the bunny in time to feel him shudder into the kiss.

This was the first time we’d actually kissed. I’d nuzzled his neck before and he’d given me little pecks on… well pretty much all over. As I slid my tongue past his lips I tried to face the fact that I was making out with a guy, but it just didn’t feel like it. It didn’t feel different from when I’d kissed girls. It might have been the little moans coming through Casey’s button nose, or possibly from some sort of fruity-flavored lip-balm he was wearing. Maybe it just didn’t matter to me anymore.

I guessed that kissing a guy worked more-or-less like kissing a girl, or I was just a natural, because judging by Casey’s reactions I was nailing it. His hands were resting on my shoulders, arms folded and pressed against my chest as he began to move and we both started making funny noises as our lips remained locked.

I felt him shudder against me when he lifted his ass off my lap, his pucker clinging to my cock as he pulled himself half-way off before slowly descending, hips wriggling as he did. This wasn’t the first time that he’d ridden me, and as much as I enjoyed getting a firm hold on those hips and breeding that bouncy bunny butt I had to admit he knew what he was doing.

He gave me one last parting moan before pulling his lips from mine, presumably to come up for air since he really seemed to be enjoying the kiss. He was panting in my lap as he practically bounced on my cock, my steely shaft throbbing away in his tight little butt even as I felt his slender rod flopping against my abs.

Deciding to let him breathe a little I turned my attention to his neck, planting little kisses where I knew he was sensitive and being rewarded with high-pitched gasps. I unwrapped my arms from around his waist, letting my hands roam and once again settle on his fluffy ass. I could feel the cheeks tensing through the fur, and could feel his insides do the same as he rode me faster and faster. Just for the heck of it I pulled the hem of his skirt up and over his tail, feeling strangely lewd as I exposed Casey’s ass even though neither of us could actually see it. But just in case someone could, I soon covered it up with my hands, groping it even as I visualized my cock sawing away between those perfect buns.

I figured Casey was reaching the end of his line, his tongue lolling out a little as he panted and the lights dimmed in those lidded eyes. I bucked my hips once, just to see if he’d mind me taking over, and the sound that came from the throat I was nuzzling was all the encouragement I needed. Bracing my feet I began to jackhammer my hips, quite literally bouncing him up and down my cock. I was only pulling out a few inches, but something about this set-up was apparently pushing all the rabbit’s buttons, at least judging from the noises he was now making.

I began to really give him a ride and for a while he seemed happy just to be a big fluffy rag-doll in my lap. And as loose as his body was I could feel him tightening up back there, goading me into going further. I imagined that slick pink ring stretched so tight around me you could barely see it. And right above it that bushy white tail, pulled up high and quivering as I pistoned away beneath it.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to kiss Casey again or if I was just trying to save us from a noise complaint, but damn if he didn’t look kissable with his head bobbing, his ears flopping around and his eyes almost rolling back in his head. My lips on his seemed to bring him around a little and before I knew it I felt his hand on the back of my head, keeping me in place as he squeaked into the kiss.

My hips kept railing away with such force that I had to keep my hands on his ass both to enjoy the sheer tactile sensation of it and to keep myself from bouncing him off. It was fast, rough and sloppy but by the way his tongue was wrestling with mine I knew he was loving every second of it. I was surprised when at some point during our rutting he let out a shriek into our kiss and I felt what was now a very familiar pulsing around my shaft.

I had been thinking about wrapping things up, by which I mean wrapping my fingers around Casey’s bunnyhood and finishing him off, but it was now starting to seem like I was too late for that. His lips left mine with an audible smack and the expression of sheer bliss on his face, combined with the warm, wet sensation I felt on my stomach told me everything.

I’d made the bunny cream himself enough times that I could tell when it was happening, by the way his pucker would wink around my cock in time to the tensing of his own shaft as he spewed the lapine load contained in that furry little sack. Untill now, however, he’d always needed a little bit of help. I’d give him a hand (quite literally) whenever I was doing him from behind or whenever he was riding me, kinda enjoying having him shoot his warm little spurts all over my chest. Whenever we did it missionary I’d need both hands to keep myself propped up, so he’d need to stroke himself until he gave his belly a fresh coat of white.

Maybe it was the knowledge that he’d just cum from nothing more than my cock moving in and out of his tight little butt, or the way that pink pucker was milking me for every drop I had. Maybe it was seeing his blissful expression up close with the taste of his lip-gloss still on my tongue. Either way I was about to blow my top, so I dug my fingers into that pliant bunny butt and held him still as I began to pound away at him.

A strange keening sound left his throat before he remembered to bite his lip, laying himself flat against my chest and holding on for dear life as I pounded away under his tail. Neither of us could take much more of this, but neither of us had to. I grunted through clenched teeth as I felt my sack pull up and my shaft twitch, the head swelling as the first spurt of warm cum was flung into that deliciously tight rump.

I knew Casey was sensitive enough down there that he could feel it when I cum, but this time he seemed to go a little crazy. He was still out of breath but he pressed his lips to mine, mewling as he sloppily alternated between kissing me and panting. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him as close to me as I dared without crushing him, the dominant gesture seeming to spur him on. I could hear him mewl into my mouth with each wet spurt I sent shooting into that tight little but, wondering if I really had that much in me, or if time had slowed down. Perhaps a little bit of both.

My blood was pounding in my ears but I still caught the occasional lusty whimper of Casey as he held himself tight against me, clearly savoring the sensation of being filled. His pucker remained clenched around me after I’ve finished, clearly reluctant to let me go which suited me just fine. We were both quite comfy, so why bother moving?

“So, hands-free?” I asked, once I got some of my breath back.

“Mm-hmm…” same the mumbled reply, which I didn’t so much hear as feel since Casey’s muzzle was pressed against my neck.

“Didn’t know you could do that…” I said, feeling the stain slowly cool against my skin. Considering he had a fairly tiny sack, he sure could make a mess.

“Mppf mpf mppf mpffff…” came the reply which I doubt I could have understood if I’d had his ears.

“Mind repeating that?”

“I said ‘Never done that before…’” he said, looking up at me with an incredibly bashful and innocent expression, considering he was even then gently clenching around my half-hard shaft.

“Wow. We’ve done it with you on top before, I’m surprised it took us this long to find your sweet spot.”

“Well, you’ve never kissed me before…” he said, giving me a peck on the lips as if to illustrate the point.

With a fresh dose of fruity gloss on my lips, I began to wonder just how often he’d been kissed. He’d told me about his previous encounters, the fast and kinky stuff in the club, the one-night hookups, but with him cuddling up to me I got the impression that this was what he really got off on – the lovey-dovey stuff.

“Do I have to get up?” he asked, a strong hint in his tone.

“Well, sooner or later we both will…”

“Later then…” he said, bringing his muzzle in for another kiss. Well, why not. I think I feel a second wind coming on…

*******

“Hey Steve, I caught your little roommate at the party last night…” I heard Matt say as he unlaced his cleats. The cheetah was usually the first one to speak when they got back to the dressing room because no sport other than actual racing could make him winded from running too fast or for too long..

“Is that your way of saying you’re sorry for coming to training hung-over?” I tossed back in the same casual tone.

It had only been a practice game, but coach was running us ragged. We’d made it to the College Cup and won out two first match-ups and he wanted us to bring home the gold, so training had become brutal. Not that we were complaining, at least within earshot.

“Hey man, hung-over or not I left my lungs out on that field! That’s why I’ll be clinically dead this afternoon. Anyway, that bunny’s something – only a freshman but already getting a bit of a reputation…”

“What do you mean?” I asked, trying to sound only vaguely interested.

“What do you think he means? Tight tops, short skirts and flirty as fuck. That little twink is in heat!” Wilson chimed in, and I forced himself to laugh with the rest of them.

“I’m not sure. Derek had the same idea. You know, Dereck Baines, the wolf sophomore? Anyway, he spots the bunny shaking his buns on the dance floor and starts grinding up on him from behind. He’s got his paws all over the little fag and he’s fine with that until one paw slips down the front of his skirt.”

“Hah! Let me guess – Derek found his little carrot and freaked out?” asked Dave with a grin on his muzzle. Rumor had it his ex-girlfriend had hooked up with Derek, and the malamute was always eager for any gossip on the wolf he saw as his competitor.

“Nah, he’d drunk enough that he was willing to fuck pretty much anything. I think he was all for a game of Alice in Wonderland – you know, seeing how far he could get down that rabbit-hole? It was the bunny-boy who got squirmy, and by the way he’d squealed out I guess Dereck had given whatever his paw was on a good squeeze! Anyway, the twink wriggles his way free and turns around glaring, like he was about to smack Dereck in front of everyone…”

“Ahh fuck, I which I’d been there to see that!” Dave cried out laughing, obviously savoring the idea of his rival getting bitch-slapped by a bunny.

“Well he didn’t really do it. Just stormed out of the place leaving Dereck standing there with a bad case of blue-balls. The twink probably went out and found a nice pencil-dicked beaver or mouse to scratch his itch. You know how rabbits are…”

“Yeah Steve, you need to get serious about rushing. You stay roommates with that little fag and you’ll never hear the end of it.” Rick chimed in.

“Hey Steve, does he wear that stuff around your place? You know, the skirts and heels and shit?” Wilson asked as he fastened his street shoes to the bottoms of his hooves.

“Nah, it’s pretty much just pants and a t-shirt and stuff.” I replied, trying to sound casual as the conversation started to seriously grate on my nerves.

“Fuck man, if I was living with the little bunny-bitch and he wore those short little skirts around me I don’t think I’d be able to help myself. I’d just bend that thing over the couch and breed him right there!” he said, the statement greeted by hoots and howls.

“Wow man, did you just come out for the other team? Keep your towels on while you change guys, Wilson’s apparently into man-pussy!” Matt said and the others, Wilson included burst into laughter.

“You drop your towel and the only thing you’ll feel is me puking my guts out around your feet!” Wilson threw back, everyone making the same sour face as they visualized the scene. “But seriously, and I’m not being spiciest here but were talking about a rabbit. They aren’t the manliest men around even when they aren’t dressed in slut wear.” He began and there was a general murmur of agreement. And Wilson was getting more attention that I thought he would…

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not talking about dating the little freak. Fuck, I wouldn’t wanna be seen out in public with him. But we all know what it’s like asking girls for anal – begging them like you’re Oliver-fucking-Twist holding his bowl out for more gruel. So all I’m saying is if I had a juicy bubble-butt that’s obviously hungry for a cock nice and convenient, I’d just take him where no one could see us, bend the slut over, pull on her ears and watch that tail twitch as I stuffed myself under it.” He finished, and I was glad the attention was on him.

I could feel the fingers dig into my hand as I clenched my fist, wanting nothing more than to swing for the mouth those words just came out of. But if I was being fair, I’d have to punch myself next. I may not have said what Wilson said, but I was doing it. In the end I relaxed my hand. The sad truth was, if I punched myself and got home with a bruise, Casey would be worried sick.

Which only made me feel like more of a scumbag…

*******

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked when I got back home and saw Casey typing away on his laptop.

“What do you mean?”

“Well some of the guys on the team were talking and I heard what happened at the party last night…”

“Oh, that.” He said, and I was a bit surprised at how dismissive his tone was. “That was nothing just… another alpha-wannabe asshole thinking small herbivores always lift their tail if you come on strong. More predator-prey bullshit I guess…”.

Now I did buy that he was over that thing with Derek grabbing him, but there was no mistaking his reaction when I’d asked him if something’s wrong. He gave me the impression that something was, and that he was kinda glad I asked, so I tried to dig a little deeper.

“Anything else you want to talk about?”

“It’s just that… thing last Tuesday…” he said, his voice dropping and it took me a few moments to realize what it was.

Damn, I thought I’d gotten away with that. We’d met outside the lecture hall and walked back to our place when we ran into Mike, a guy sitting next to me in some of my classes. He’d just stopped to tell me he’d finished a book I loaned him and that I’d have it back tomorrow. He’d also casually asked ‘Who’s this?’ while looking at Casey and I still cringed at how non-casual my response was. I’d only said ‘This is Casey, my roommate.’ but I was damn quick to add the last part.

At that moment I’d realized how close we were walking next to each other, worried whether the way we are chatting looked like we were just roomies, or something more. This little episode of homophobic paranoia went right over Mike’s head , who just said ‘Bye’ and went along his way, but I noticed Casey’s mood had sunk a little. Or at least it had seemed a little at the time.

“Look, I’m sorry I just… panicked.”

“Steve, I’m not upset that you didn’t introduce me as your boyfriend. I know that you’re dealing with a lot right now, and that you’re just not there yet. I’d love nothing more than to be able to walk hand in hand with you, but I know pushing you won’t help. You have to be comfortable with who you are and what we are. It’s just that… sometimes I worry if this is just fun for you. I guess because it used to be enough for be back when I was… Uggh, now I’m bumming myself out!” he said, smiling a little but I wasn’t sure if it was for my benefit or not.

“Look, don’t worry about it. I’m… I’m glad you asked, and knowing you care helps…”

It didn’t really seem like the whole truth, but I felt that this was as far as he was comfortable talking about now. I grabbed my shower kit and while there I found myself of thinking of something I could give Casey apart from a good romp and some cuddling away from prying eyes. I really didn’t feel like I was ready to come out, and if I took him somewhere there was no chance of running into anyone we knew, it still seemed like I was ashamed of being seen with him.

I knew I had to think of something, because only when I thought about the possibility of losing Casey did I realize just bad it would hurt…

*******

I was lying naked on my bed with an equally naked Casey draped over me, so that I don’t get a cold. To tell the truth the bunny was getting me warmed up in a different way, his paw drifting south even as we smooched the lazy Sunday afternoon away. I groaned as his palm first stroked and then wrapped around my cock, feeling his own stiffy rubbing against me and reminding me of a decision I’d made a few nights ago…

“Hey, I wanna try something different…” I said, knowing I’d have to do this quick to stop myself from chickening out.

“Uh, okay. What did yooOOUU!” he squeaked when I suddenly rolled him over and plopped him onto his back. He took a moment to recover before spreading his legs and looking eager and no doubt expecting some intimate missionary-style loving.

“What are…” he said, confusion turning to shock as I shifted myself lower until my face was between his legs.

Well, this was it. You’re to chicken-shit to even take the rabbit you care about on a date even though there was nothing that you wanted to do with him that he hasn’t done for you. The thing was, was pretty sure I could do this. As I looked at the pale pink shaft sticking out of that fluffy white sea I felt no revulsion of any kind. I seemed to be fine with anything Casey and I did as long as it was just the two of us.

I was, however, anxious as fuck because I had no idea what I was doing. I looked up at Casey and the sight of him did it for me. He was stock still, biting his fingers and those green eyes wide and unblinking as they stared at me, one ear standing up stiff in sheer shock. I licked up the underside of his shaft and the way he squeaked into his fist pushed me over.

It was a bit weird, watching this from the other way around. For a moment the head of his slim cock almost filled my field of vision before I opened my mouth and it disappeared from sight as my lips slid over it. It tasted like… well sort of the way Casey smelled like, or maybe I just thought that because my nose was getting closer to his fur and picking up his scent. Either way I was now sure I could do this and it was getting me kind of hot to, although that might have had something to do with the way the bunny was mewling as I swallowed more and more of his cock.

I didn’t have any of Casey’s skills but I did my best. I was keeping my teeth out of the way so I figured that was always appreciated. I tried pressing my tongue against the underside of his head and that seemed to hit the right spot, getting Casey to let out both a whimpering moan and a squirt of pre into my mouth. It was thin and kinda salty and I found myself swallowing it on reflex, pushing my head down a little and taking another inch or so into my mouth.

I found myself getting into it, gently nursing on Casey’s cock even as the lapine shaft twitched and leaked against my tongue. It definitely was better being on the receiving end, but I kinda got why Casey never minded doing this for me. The feeling of his thighs shaking as my hands kept them apart and his little squeaks filling my ears was a real turn on and I only realized I had my eyes closed when my lips brushed against the fur of the bunny’s crotch.

I could feel his head barely touching the back of my throat, but apparently not enough to trigger a gag reflex. And since I couldn’t go any further down, I began to pull up, the pitch of Casey’s moan rising along with my lips on his shaft. I managed to get into the flow of things – sliding my mouth up and down, suckling and swallowing the stiff length and occasionally twirling my tongue against the underside. And I surprised myself when I realized I was actually moaning around the lapine rod sliding in and out of my mouth. It was almost like there was nothing I could do with Casey that I didn’t enjoy.

The thought came just before I felt the cock in my mouth swell a little. I immediately pulled back, letting the head plop out of my mouth as Casey gave a little disappointed mewl. He must have figured I wasn’t ready to take a load in my mouth just yet, looking down at me with his lips parted, fully expecting me to give him the few strokes he needed to finish. Well, I had a surprise for him there.

“Do you wanna try… being on top?” I said, still just bashful enough that I couldn’t say ‘fucking me?’. And up went the ear again.

“Y-you mean…” he trailed off and I just nodded. He bit his lip with those slightly buck teeth, which I got the impression he usually did to look cute. This time he was obviously anxious, green eyes wide open as he stared at me, and with that ear still sticking up I couldn’t help but grin at him.

“Okay! Uhm, r-roll over, please?” he said, not projecting a whole lot of dominant male energy, but I still did as he said so what does that say about me?

I found myself breathing rapidly and wondering what had possessed me to offer up my ass to the bunny even now nervously rummaging around in his nightstand. I took in a shuddering breath when I felt him climb into bed and I could feel myself tensing up back there when I heard the distinctive pop of a tube being opened.

“Just relax, and if you feel like it’s too much we’ll stop, okay?” he asked and I gave a quick ‘Okay’ in reply.

I guess the main reason I was anxious was that I couldn’t see what was going on back there, but I had a pretty good idea of how it would happen. I did my best to relax as I felt Casey pry my cheeks open with two fingers a few seconds before I felt something cold and gooey being rubbed right on to my pucker. I felt myself clench up at the touch but Casey was gentle and persistent and soon I felt myself relaxing enough that his finger would dimple my rosebud every time he pressed it against me.

“How does that feel?”

“It’s okay. Keep going…” I said, not exactly an articulate response but I guess Casey could read the tone of my voice well enough.

He kept pressing the tip of his finger a little bit harder every time until I felt my ring finally part around it, clenching up on reflex but not in time to stop the lapine digit from wedging itself inside. It felt strange and a little uncomfortable, but he’d used plenty of lube and I was sure I could take it. To be honest, I’d seen him cum from nothing other than having me pump his butt on several occasions now and I was kinda curious about the whole thing.

I finally managed to relax and Casey used the opportunity to push a little more of his digit in. It didn’t feel bad now that I’ve relaxed, and I guessed the stretching was the worst part of it as I felt the lapine finger invade my until recently untouched ass. It felt a bit weird and kinda nice, but I still wasn’t sure what the big deal was about…

“AaaaAAhhh!” I cried out, my hands clenching around fistfuls of bed sheet as the probing tip of Casey’s finger touched something in me. I had no idea what Just happened, but suddenly my cock felt achingly hard under me and I could feel a wet spot against my stomach. Fuck, it was like for a fraction of a second Casey’s finger had become a nine-volt battery!

“Found it!” his voice rang out triumphantly behind me, teasingly rubbing around but not over that spot.

“Found – Ah! – what?”

“Your prostate, silly!” he said, giving it another flick and forcing me to bite my lip to muffle myself.

“Oh, so that’s where I put it…”

Casey gave a little giggle, a surprisingly innocent little sound considering he’d chosen that moment to start pumping his finger in and out of me. I was doing my best to fight the instinct to clench up, but I’m not sure if I could have done anything at this point. My rear was now lubed up and was slowly stretching around the invading digit, my cock seeming to flex every time Casey pushed it in and it came close to grazing, well, my prostate, I guess.

I barely even winced when he added a second finger, my already speared rosebud seeming to accept the additional intrusion with less resistance than the first. I was relaxing at this point and so were my initial tense grunts, my mouth forming sounds I don’t think it had ever made before.

“Okay, I think you’re ready…” Casey announced in a slightly shaky tone, pulling out his fingers and leaving me feeling… empty, I guess?

I felt him straddle my legs, the soft fur covering his thighs tickling mine even as something that was anything but soft poked between my cheeks. I took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling nervous but strangely eager for this. Casey’s fingering had gotten me more turned on than I’d realized, and more than I thought possible since nothing had so much as touched the steely shaft trapped under me and it was still spurting and twitching like crazy.

I felt him give my ass an honest-to-goodness grope before I felt my cheeks being spread wide. It seemed like an eternity until something warm and slightly spongy pressed against my pucker and held itself there. I suddenly became intensely aware of my position, and the fact that I was about to be penetrated by another male. A wave of anxiety washed over me but I wasn’t sure if that was the reason my heart was beating so fast.

I felt Casey push his head against my opening, my rosebud stretching around what I knew was a mercifully small shaft. I kept reminding myself of that even as my pucker seemed to stretch, and stretch and stretch, realizing only now how relative size can be! I groaned when I finally felt the head slip inside, a similar sound coming from Casey’s muzzle as he held himself still inside me.

“Mmf, your first time?” he asked, the tension in his voice telling me he was enjoying this little switch.

“U-huh…” I mumbled, with my face pressed against the pillow. He said something else then that I couldn’t hear over the sound of my own panting. “What was that?”

“I said… mine too.” He mumbled and I had to fight the urge to laugh. We’d had sex dozens of times by now, and had slept with others before that, yet we were only now losing our virginities!

“Unhh, you’re tight…” he said, groaning cutely as he pushed a little further inside me.

Now I’d never said a word to Casey about his junk, but it had always seemed to me on the petite side, to scale with the rest of him. I wondered if I’d even feel anything when mounted me, but as he kept pushing himself inside I found myself wincing every now and again. The thing making its way further into my ass felt thick, firm and strangely hot, a silky rod sliding it’s way slowly but surely inside me. And there seemed to be more of it than I remembered.

I became acutely aware that another male was claiming me, sheathing his cock somewhere so intimate that I’d never allowed anyone to touch up till now, my body wrapped so tightly around it I could feel his heartbeat inside me. Still, any sense of masculine outrage was washed away by the realization that it was Casey on top of me.

“Mmmmh, good boy!” he groaned out and I could hear him smiling. So was I to be honest, grinning stupidly at the memory of me calling Casey a good girl the first time I’d hilted inside him.

And as nice as having his fluffy hips pressed against my cheeks was, the rest was even better. He’d laid himself across me, his cock shifting inside me while still remaining firmly embedded as the bunny impaling me got comfy. I heard him sigh, a deeply contented sound that would have been innocent enough if his cock hadn’t flexed within me at the same time. Still, he gave me a little time to adjust, nuzzling the back of my neck as he gently ground against my rump.

“You ready?” he asked and I could hear how eager he was.

“Yeah, go ahead…” I replied, which wasn’t really great sex-talk but I guess my breathy tone was enough for him.

I groaned when I felt the cock slowly withdraw from between my cheeks, realizing just how much I’d gotten used to it when it suddenly started moving. Lying on top of me didn’t give Casey a lot of options, but judging by the way he was gasping and grunting into my ear I guessed the slow and shallow strokes were doing it for him.

Fuck, they certainly were for me! The rabbit’s cock wasn’t as dexterous as his finger had been, but it was a little longer, enough that whenever he pushed all the way in his head was lying right on top of that sensitive spot. That meant that every time he pushed in he rubbed against it, and each time he did I could feel my own cock flex and add to the growing damp patch under my stomach.

Casey was really getting into it, kissing my collar as he writhed and rubbed his fluffy body all over me, still moving slowly but pushing as deep as he possibly could on each stroke. That pink cock that had always looked kinda cute was now owning my ass, making me grunt and gasp every time it was hilted in me. And with every twitch I could feel myself getting a bit messier back there, wondering for a second what it would feel like to have Casey cum inside me and surprising myself by how much the idea turned me on.

The rabbit breeding me must have had the same idea and I could feel him picking up the pace. He still couldn’t pull out much, but now his hips were definitely moving, his dense fur muffling what I’m sure would otherwise have been quiet little smacks as he humped my rear. I was doing my best to muffle myself as every thrust spread me open and ground the head of the lapine cock against my prostate.

I remembered the times I’d managed to make Casey cum from nothing but me pumping his behind quite fondly, but it had never been clear to me how that could happen. Now that the roles were reversed I could see myself cumming from nothing more than having the bunny hump my behind, the sensation of his cock moving in and out of me becoming more pleasant as my body adjusted to the lapine invader.

I surprised myself by letting out a moan, and even more by the way Casey’s thrusts were making my voice shake. It was like I was holding a pile driver, and I realized that I’d relaxed so much I wasn’t really noticing just how much the bunny had picked up his tempo. With a sudden clarity I realized that I was now being properly fucked, and in a way only a rabbit could do.

I could no longer tell when Casey’s cock was moving out and when it was sliding back in, registering nothing but the friction of the shaft as it pumped my pucker and the pounding it was now giving my prostate. I recalled the way the rabbit would arch his back when it was me inside him, and decided to give it a try.

“Oooooh, fuck!” I cried, immediately burying my face in my pillow to stifle any further outbursts. I didn’t trust the thickness of these walls…

“You – ah!- okay?” he said, or more to the point panted out, but still didn’t slow his wild humping.

“Phug eee!” I said, hoping those long ears could understand me as I spoke into the pillow.

I could feel my cheeks shaking from every slap of Casey’s fluffy hips against them and knew that by now my cock was leaking like a busted pipe beneath me. But more than anything I felt Casey as he pummeled away at that spot inside me, the one that I’d apparently given him the perfect angle to hit the moment I’d arched my back. So that was why he did it…

“Roll –huff!- over…” Casey panted out, slowing down for a few seconds, presumably for me to do as he said.

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but I found myself desperate for him to continue, so roll over I did, both of us making sure that he stayed firmly embedded in my ass. He resumed humping me right away, and I wondered for a few seconds why he wanted us spooned up like this until I felt an arm reaching around my waist and a soft, fluffy paw grazing my cock.

I felt his fingers quickly wrap around my dripping shaft, giving an instinctive buck into his grip that only made my ass clench and the cock pummeling it feel twice as thick for a few seconds. It was as if his hand was electric, my cock immediately twitching and throbbing in his grasp as stars swam in front of my eyes.

I knew I wasn’t going to last long, having been close to the edge before Casey had started pumping my shaft in time to the pumps he was giving my behind. I no longer had any worries about making noise, my mouth now hanging open as I gasped for breath. All the while Casey held me firmly against me, breeding me at a desperate pace as he obviously approached his own climax.

I groaned through a clenched jaw, my eyes shutting tight as my cock exploded in the bunny’s loving grip, the deft fingers squeezing and milking my spurting shaft even as my ass did the same to his. Either my orgasm had made me more sensitive back there, or Casey had decided to give it all, but either was it felt like I was being pummeled at a lightning pace, my eyes focusing in disbelief (and to be honest, a bit of pride) at how much I was spraying.

I was barely starting to come off my high when I heard Casey mewling behind me, his thrusts becoming erratic as he held me tighter to him. I didn’t realize he was cumming inside me at first. All I felt was a warmth growing within me, just another weirdly pleasant new sensation. But he kept humping me all through his climax, and soon I began to feel a warm trickle oozing around the pistoning shaft, realizing finally that Casey had just bred me.

At some point his thrusts had slowed down and he was grinding away, his shaft still moving gently in and out of my ass as it slowly softened. For the longest time there were no sounds in the room except for our lungs working overtime as we both struggled to catch out breaths.

“That…was…” I heard Casey pant out and stop, either at a loss for words or air.

“U-huh…” I replied, still not able to form words but feeling a need to respond.

“Thanks for doing that for me…” he added, nuzzling up against my neck and still hugging me close.

“Felt great for me too…”

“I kinda figure that…” he said, holding up his hand and letting me have a look at it.

He’d apparently been smart enough to move it over my tip at some point to try and stop me from making an even worse mess, and it was honestly hard to see the pink of his pads through the fresh layer of white.

“Felt amazing for me too. But let’s keep this a thing for special occasions. Being a top is exhausting.” He said and I could feel him snuggling up even closer, guessing he was too tired to make it to his bed waaaaay across the room. Considering how much I’d enjoyed this I still felt like I owed him something, so I gave it to him before he drifted off.

“I love you.” I said, in that special tone of absolute post-coital truth that happens when your brain is too fried to lie.

“I know…” he said, his voice fading but loud enough to hear since his muzzle was inches from my ear. “And I love you too…”.

I suddenly felt in need of a nap myself, and damn if those aren’t the perfect words to drift off to sleep to…

*******

I was drunk. High on my win, the sound on the ball hitting the back of that net and the three whistles singling the end of the game still ringing in my ears loud enough to drown out the wild howls of my teammates and the cheer of the crowd. I was howling along with them, hands slapping my back as I felt like I was passed from one bear-hug to another.

Fuck, it had been close! We were tied as we went into overtime, and both teams were desperate. We had a free kick close to their goal, the perfect chance that seemed for a second to vanish as Rick passed the ball to Wilson, only for their goalie to block the stallion’s kick. Block, but not catch! The lynx had leapt just in time to stop it from going into the upper-left corner, but the ball had bounced in my direction, and he was still trying to get up when I’d kicked it into the empty goal. There were seconds left on the clock and all we had to do then was not give them the title.

Some of the audience were rushing out on to the pitch towards us, and despite the sweat stinging them my eyes focused on one small white furred form. Casey looked ecstatic as he ran towards me, and I found my ears filling with the sound of my heart pounding. I was still shaking, the adrenaline high making me feel like I could do anything right now.

And if I could do anything, then…

Casey’s hand was up but mine wasn’t as I quickly closed the distance between us. He looked a bit surprised when I ducked down, and squeaked out when my arms tightened around his waist, his feet leaving the ground as I pressed my lips against his. The last thing I saw before closing my eyes were Casey’s going wide as our lips met, his body stiff with shock until I felt his arms wrap around my neck and heard him moan into the kiss.

I heard another cry as we kissed, this one in a pitch higher than you’d expect to hear at a soccer match. I’d learn later that we’d been the subject of much speculation among the female part of the student body, if not outright shipping. The males, I figured, were struck dumb, but I was surprised there wasn’t a single boo or jeer to be heard. Not that I would have given a damn, but it goes to show you just how much people like a winner. In a few seconds I knew Matt, being the team captain, would be lifting the trophy. Well, he’s welcome to it. I’ve got what I want, and I’m not letting go…

*******

When I was a kid there was a little lake just out of town that we used to go to all the time in the summer. And leaning over it was an old willow tree, with branches thick enough to walk on hanging stretching across the water. Some of the older kids would climb it to jump off, and I did it once, because I was dared to, and I was at an age when you took that shit seriously.

I remembered being scared as I left the ground behind, even more so when I inched my way along the branch, and finally staring at the water, trying to gather the nerve to jump what had, at the time, seemed an enormous distance. I eventually did, and the moment I was out of the water I was scrambling back up the tree to do it again, and again, for the sheer joy of it. I remember thinking how much fun I would have missed out on if I had chickened out and climbed back down the first time.

It’s scary to think of how much I would have missed out on if I hadn’t won that game, and hadn’t gotten the courage to kiss Casey out in public like that. It would have been more than fun, although we’ve had our share of that. I’ve lost very little, considering what the prize was. We got an occasional look when we walked around hand in hand, and a few of my friends no longer seemed quite comfortable hanging out with me.

Which turned out fairly okay, since Casey and I had started dating. It seemed a bit silly to do after living and sleeping together for as long as we did, but I enjoyed it and more to the point it made my bunny deliriously happy. I only now realized just how much he’d wanted this – his first real relationship, and how much he’d kept this need hidden so that he wouldn’t give me too much to deal with. I swear I can almost hear his tail twitch every time I introduce him as my boyfriend.

And with summer break coming up we were headed for some more serious introductions. I’d had a video-chat with my folks and dropped the bomb, letting them know that I’ll be showing up to visit with someone I love but that it’s not gonna be a girl. They were stunned at first, but in the end promised to be supportive, although I got the impression that it would still be awkward as hell. Well, maybe for my dad. Cute always worked wonders on my mom and Casey had that covered.

I wasn’t really worried about that, especially now. Still, in my position it was hard to be worried about anything. I was stretched out on our bed (the two we’d pushed together) with my hands on Casey’s waist as he slowly lowered himself onto me. His face screamed ‘Fuck me!’ and his eyes whispered ‘Love me…’ and I decided that I could do both at the same time.

His muzzle parted in a low moan as he took me inside him, my hands on his hips but only for the feel of them. I was more than willing to let him set the pace. He put his paws on my hands, caressing them before sliding them up his sides even as he slid lower on to me, swiveling his hips all the way and seeming to sway to some music only he could hear. I didn’t really mind, as long as he kept up the dance.

Once his cheeks were resting on my hips I just held him there, my bunny twisting and grinding against me as his little cock twitched in full view. I was gonna let him ride me soon enough, and I’d enjoy the sight of him bouncing in my lap until we were both in heaven, but for now I wanted this part to last a little longer. Because as great as it was to be able to kiss and hold hands in public, there’s some fun you really needed a more intimate atmosphere for…