The Dating Game
Sechs Freehaven © herself; the other character, well...
This is actually my first erotic literature, so expect some rookie mistakes.
It had taken her quite a bit of persuasion - persuading herself, that is; it didn't take much to convince the others that she was willing to do it - to get herself to this area of downtown Gossamer. She wasn't afraid of the scene itself: the bars, the people, the dancing, the drinking, maybe a little making out, if she got lucky. She just constantly questioned herself if she was ready to go back into the whole dating scene. Especially since her previous relationship ended on a bit of a...sour note. But that was months ago, and damn it, she wanted to be with someone again.
...but that doesn't mean she'll be dressed to show herself off. Standing at five-foot-eight (minus her ears, which would've shot her height to almost eight feet, if they were standing fully upright), she dressed awfully conservatively, considering where she was and what she was doing. She wore a casual black long-sleeve T-Shirt, saying it was for the early-autumn night temperature that showed off absolutely no skin between the neck and waist. Her pants were skin-tight blue jeans that left nothing to the imagination, framing her curves and complimenting her rear with how tightly they stuck to her fur. It also accentuated her short, fluffy tail, if anyone was into that sort of thing.
Taffy wasn't very experienced when it came to bar scenes, but that wasn't going to stop her from trying. She just wanted to...work her way up, that's all. So rather than going to some of the big name bars and waiting in line for a few hours for her chance to mingle with others, she opted for a smaller, line-free bar off to the side of the busy districts of downtown Gossamer. It had everything the others bars had: good beer, a broad selection of ales, free peanuts, and large areas for general dancing and raving, and even the price was competitive. It was just its location that hurt its popularity somewhat, and as a result, not a lot of people knew about it. Taffy only knew about it from overhearing a few conversations during her time as a waitress at the local café.
It was her first time here, and maybe her fourth time going out to bars at all. She was sort of introverted, so her plan was to stick to the corner of the bar nursing a drink or two until she found a single guy sexy enough to strike up a conversation with and see what happens from there. Of course, that was the plan. The night was particularly young at eleven P.M., so there's no telling how well that plan will work for her in the meantime.
Making it past the door's bouncer was easy enough. A single staircase dropped from the door to the main floor of the bar. The place was quiet and unpopulated, with some moderately quiet music playing off in the distance to set the mood. There were all kinds of furs dotting the bar, usually in pairs or multiples of two, and they often look like they were couples. The bartender stood behind a counter lining the back wall, in front of all manner of ales and brews, each with colourful labels and bottles, along with a few advertisements along the top of the back wall. To the right was a large raised area, likely where all the partying takes place, and in the back was a male leopard hiding behind a large set of computers, wires and massive stereos. He appeared bored - he must be a hired DJ, Taffy thought. He must not see a lot of action in places like this. Poor thing's probably bored stiff. The left wall had five circular booths, placed back-to-back, taking up every available inch of the area while still leaving enough room for two doors to the restrooms, and the center was dotted with tables and chairs. They seemed to be arranged in way so that the line going straight from the door to the bar was free of any tables or chairs.
She took a quick scan of the floor, trying to find anyone that might be familiar, even though she knew it was sorta pointless with her current social circle. Being alone in a strange (though quaint and comfortable) area, it was a little instinctual. Not finding anyone, naturally, she took a seat close to the center of the bar, where there was an empty seat on either side, and she still left plenty of room for others around the bar.
"Good evening, lovely," the bartender said to Taffy, quickly turning his attention from drying some beer mugs he just washed to his newest customer. He was a moderately short thing, standing just a few centimeters shorter than Taffy. A pureblood tabby-cat with sapphire-blue eyes and short - from the looks of it, recently cut - light brown hair. He wasn't an unattractive thing, but she also took note of his wedding ring on his right hand, so that ruled him out immediately. "Never seen your face around here. First time customer?"
"Oh, yes," Taffy replied, smiling and nodding, her massive bunny ears bounding under their own weight. "In fact, it's been a while since I've been in any bars at all."
"Ah, then you must've broken up with someone recently, then," the bartender responded with a knowing tone. "I've heard the story thousands and thousands of times before. Less popular places like these are frequent targets for people trying to get their heads back 'in the game' at a gradual pace." Taffy's expression told him he was right. "If you don't mind me asking, how long has it been since you broke up? Not to pry, of course."
Taffy hung her head solemnly, trying to recall how long it's been since she said goodbye to Miles. "It must've been..." she said, recalling the Gossamer festival from way back when. "A little over a year ago, I think?"
"Ah, okay, then we'll start you off with something light. I'd recommend Bartholomew John's homebrew beer. It has only point-three fluid ounces of-"
"I, uh, know what it is," Taffy interrupted. This wouldn't be the first time she'd be drunk. "I would actually just like the usual Gossamer Ale, if you don't mind."
The bartender withdrew his hand from the rack containing the bottle he was going to serve her, and instead reached for the mug he was just drying. "You're the boss, lady," he said, placing the mug under the keg's tap and filling it to the very brim. Without spilling a drop he gracefully pulled the mug from the tap and swung it over the counter, gently placing it on a provided coaster just to Taffy's side. "If you need anything, darling, just holler."
"Thanks," she said, grasping the mug firmly by the handle and slowly lifting it to her face, taking a few small gulps of the liquor before setting it back down. Now the boring part, she thought. The Waiting Game. From how crowded the establishment wasn't, she knew her chances of meeting anyone worthwhile were slim at best, especially with this being her first night.
It took her a good forty-five minutes before she nursed her drink down to the very bottom, and so far she's only seen two people leave and two more enter. As cozy as it was, this didn't seem like a very good 'meet new boyfriends' place to be. Still, it wasn't even midnight yet; she still had lots of options available to her, but she figured, eh, she may as well ride this place out for a little while longer. Who knows? Something might happen.
The bartender had just returned to refill her empty mug when she asked if the bar was usually more crowded than this.
"On very select nights, and not always on Fridays" he answered. "The place is absolutely packed. Someone tells two friends that they're coming here, and then they tell two friends, and it just sort of snowballs into one gigantic crowd. That dance floor may not look like it's seen a lot of business, but that's just because it's kept awfully clean between 'raves'."
"Why is that?"
"Nothing else to do with it, other than let the DJ do was he does." And then he was back to doing absolutely nothing on this slow night.
Taffy went through her second and third mugs much slower than the first. Aside from not being able to clearly make out objects in the distance and finding everyone, including many of the girls in the sparsely populated club becoming more attractive by the minute, she wasn't drunk enough to forget why she was in the bar at all. Because of that, she was thinking about just paying her tab and stumbling her way to the next bar - one that has more people in it - and retrying her attempts at finding someone nice to...at least spend the night with. At half past midnight and slightly tipsy she was starting to not care about her initial objective.
She was halfway through her fifth glass, feeling a little lonely (seeing as the only person who's talked to her so far is married) and getting more and more ready to start her crawl to the next bar, when she turned around and stood up, intent on finding the ladies room. She found it on the other side of the bar with some effort, just across from the stairs leading to the thumping dance floor, and began wading through all sorts of people, human and fur alike, imaginable to get to it. The light, comfy music that was playing when she entered had changed to bombastic dance techno, and the lights had been dimmed and the colours had been changed. The pleasant chatter that she entered into had turned into yells, attempting to stay over the music, with slurs and cusses and guffaws being audibly tossed around left and right. The overall change in mood and population in the unpopular bar had changed so gradually to Taffy (or maybe she was just zoned out that badly) that it took her a second to realize what exactly was happening. She immediately went back to her seat and called for the bartender's attention.
"Hey! Barkeep!" she yelled as loud as she could over others demanding they be served first, along with the music. The bartender went from being bored stiff over his job to being absolutely swamped with orders and demands in the space of a single mug of beer. Eventually she did manage to steal of a glimpse from him, and he quickly assured her that he'd be right with her as soon as he filled in a pair of shot glasses.
"Yes, love, more ale?" he hurriedly asked, clearly flustered, though the smile on his face and the obvious enjoyment he was getting out of it was impossible to hide.
"No - I mean, not right now, let me finish this - where did all these people come from?!"
"I guess somebody told two friends they were coming here," he replied. Even through her confusion, he got her to laugh for the first time that night. "They got here maybe...an hour and a half ago? I had only just topped off your third mug at the time, then they suddenly started pouring into the place. Didn't you hear all the commotion they were making just a while after they came in?" Taffy didn't respond, trying to drum up her reasons for being so oblivious to the sudden burst of people. The bartender was quickly called and hooted after for service, the sounds of fingers snapping filling the air around the bar. "I gotta go, darling, but hey, if you get up from your seat again, be responsible and take your drink with you, what do you say?" And he was off.
Take my beer with me to the can? She wondered. Sure, it was being responsible, but...how uncouth! How unsanitary! Oh, what the hell, and she was off towards the ladies room again, mug clutched firmly in her right hand.
After answering nature's call, she stared at herself in front of the mirror, her mug sitting on the counter, her beer untouched. People had really been in the bar for an hour and a half? And nobody had spoken to her yet? Why? Did she have a scowl on her face the whole time or something? Were her clothes too gaudy for the locale? Were her ears too big? Was her hair too pink? ...was she ugly? She lifted her left hand to her face and began to rub her left cheek. Mora had insisted that she looked fine, if too conservative, when she had left Las Lindas, and the person looking in the bathroom mirror looked like the person Taffy saw in the living room mirror back then.
Don't jump to conclusions just yet, Taff, she thought to herself, determination slowly leaking into her spirits again. No one has talked to you, sure, but you've made no attempt to talk to anyone either. The club is full of people; the dance floor is open and jumping...and now that you actually know that there are a lot of people in this bar, someone is bound to be single. Go back in for round two!
"Pardon me," Taffy heard someone say, and suddenly a long, slender, gray-furred arm reached across her face. "My soap dispenser is broken. Gonna need some of yours."
Taffy followed the arm back up to the shoulder, and from there the person's face. The girl was a wolf, her eyes a pale-but-bright green, and her hair was brown at the roots down to her shoulders, but eventually leaked into a stylish ocean blue. "Sure thing," Taffy replied, not particularly interested in the woman any farther than that. She snatched up her mug and, her back straight and her breasts thrust out, she left the restroom, ready to attempt the second round of the game.
To her surprise, no one had taken her old seat at the bar, and remarkable still, there was still no one on either side of her stool. Well, whatever. She quickly retook her warm seat, her back to the bar, and began scanning the floor for attractive, able bodies for her to snatch. There were the body builders; the college students; the college football players (yum, yum, she thought, but if her renewed desire to find a relationship meant anything to her, she'd have to dig a little deeper than people probably only looking for a one-night-stand); at least two people in suits; professional dancers; not-bad dancers; and klutzes. She had her pick of the lot, but her problem was just picking someone and going for it. It didn't help that almost all of them looked good - or maybe that was just the alcohol.
"Mind if I take a seat?" a feminine voice asked. Taffy looked to her right to see whom it was. It was the girl wolf she had met - well, looked at - in the bathroom just a minute ago. Taffy took the opportunity to get a better look at her this time: she was wearing a belly-shirt with low-cut cleavage, with thigh-length gray leather shorts. She wore black high-tops; Taffy couldn't tell if she was wearing socks. Her boobs were huge, but Taffy thought that she was maybe just a size smaller than her own so-called 'magnificent' bust. Given how large her breasts were with how slim her waist was, Taffy wondered if this woman had as many back problems as she did. The wolfess was clearly looking for a good time: she practically had the words "sex bomb" written all over her fur. Her generic and sort of boring gray fur tapered into a beige-like colour around her belly and the base of her two-foot-long tail. Not counting her ears, Taffy guessed the wolfess to be a paltry five-foot-four tall.
"Go right ahead," Taffy gestured, "I could use the company." And she meant it, if in a platonic way. Taffy knew that she had a tendency to find herself equal-opportunity when she was inebriated, but she wasn't drunk enough yet to wind up going home that night with a girl. Maybe this one could help her find a man to take home?
"Ah, lonely night so far?" the wolfess asked, seating her toned tush on the cold, vacant seat.
"So far," Taffy lamented. "Got here at around eleven, and this place was pretty boring for that first hour. Nicest barkeep ever, though."
The wolfess smiled at the comment. "I'm sure he is. You from around here?" she quickly asked, turning the subject towards Taffy faster than she could blink.
"Uh," she replied at first, knocked a little off-center from the bluntness and the timing of the question. "Yeah, I've lived here for a while, but recently," if you can call two years and a bit 'recent', "I've moved to the countryside to help with work on a growing farm. Mostly housekeeping stuff, you know."
"I get you. I ask because I only moved here myself recently, so I'm still getting used to Gossamer as a whole. It's a nice town from what I've seen so far - clean air, friendly people, jobs everywhere...and the mall is friggen' huge." Taffy laughed a little at the last remark. "Before I forget," the wolfess tacked on, extending her hand to the bunny. "My name is Sechs. What's yours?"
Taffy quickly inhaled the beer she brought to her lips, having been, again, knocked a little off balance. This time not from the question, but from the woman's clearly risqué name. She cleared her throat from the sudden influx of alcohol and moved the pitcher to her left hand to accept Sechs's handshake. "'Sex'? Your name is 'Sex'? Like, with an 'echs'?"
Sechs shrugged off the question, having had to answer it hundreds of times before. "No, with a 'see, ayech, ess'. You like it? I made it up myself."
Never would have guessed, Taffy thought. "It's...it's very..."
"I was hoping for 'exotic', myself. How often do you see a person's driver's license say 'Sechs' on it? It's a real kick to watch a prude say my name in casual conversation."
Taffy could see herself getting a big kick out of that. Which is sort of hypocritical, now that she thinks about it, considering how conservatively she's dressed in a bar looking for males. "Well, I will give you that it's very exotic. My name's Taffy, by the way." She only now noticed that she was still holding the wolfess's hand, but immediately told herself that it would've been rude to let go without telling her her own name. And if she didn't believe herself, she could always blame the beer.
"Taffy? Because of your hair?" Sechs asked.
"Yeah...it's not my legal name, but I prefer to go by Taffy. It sounds more inviting, I think."
"Well, great minds do think alike. How often do you see a person's driver's license say 'Taffy' on it?" Sechs got another laugh out of Taffy for that, ignoring its inaccuracy.
The two talked at the bar for quite a while. Taffy had downed mug after mug of beer until she was nice and sloshed, while Sechs, not a particularly heavy drinker, downed mug after mug of Bartholomew John's for its low alcohol content. Taffy learned that Sechs had moved to Gossamer shortly after graduating from college with a major in psychology - it wasn't too far from where her parents lived a few cities away, but it was still far enough away so that she wouldn't have to deal with them on a daily basis. She was very close to her brother, who was apparently something of a celebrity in some circles and hobbies. She had only recently finished unpacking all her things and settled into her three-room apartment and, of course, had a job as a masseuse hammered down before she made the big move. It had only been four days since she moved into Gossamer, and she's been spending most of her free time roaming the city, seeing its sights, and taking in its culture, history and layout as best she could. She still had trouble getting used to seeing all the 'spirit' people wandering around with the normal people, though.
Taffy told Sechs of her times spent in Gossamer: working as a waitress at the local café, meeting all sorts of people before eventually coming across Miles. She told her of how she was smitten with the kitten almost immediately after he stood up to their current employer, and told her of all the things he had promised her before the whole thing fell out in a bad way (while neglecting to say exactly how it happened). She went on about how life was at the farm; how things worked, who does what, and what farm life usually constitutes on a daily basis for them as a whole. She had gotten very good at making breakfast for so many people at a time every day.
"So, you're here to find a new man, is that it?" Sechs asked. "After spending so much time away from your 'fallen knight', you picked yourself up and started on your way out to meet new people and experience new...experiences?"
"That was the idea," Taffy replied. "But I had picked this place because I thought it wasn't too well known, given its 'side-street' location; that only a few guys would be here for me to pick. And if not, I'd work my way up to the more popular bars as time passed. And now that this place is party central," she sighed, glancing at the nearest clock: quarter to one. "Well, that plan sort of fell through."
"You said you've been here since eleven at night. You've had your choices handed to you on silver platters. Why haven't you made any attempt to get with anyone yet?"
"Eh," Taffy sighed again. "It's not that I don't want to. It's just that, there are so many delicious man-meats out there that I can't just pick one of them. And I'm looking for a relationship, remember, not just a one-night-stand."
Sechs chuckled. "Not just a one-night-stand?"
"Well, sex tonight was sort of a given." Sechs laughed out loud at hearing the conservative bunny say that. "It's odd, though. I would've thought that at least one, one, man in here would've noticed two sexy girls with big racks sharing drinks and tried his luck, but so far, not a one. I wonder what's up with that? I mean, this isn't a gay bar, right?"
"So far as I know," Sechs replied. "Listen, do you like the shirt you're wearing?"
Taffy glanced at her wolf friend. "Uh, sorry?"
"The shirt you're wearing. Does it have any sort of sentimental value to it?"
Taffy looked down at her casual long-sleeve plain black T-Shirt. It was a hand-me-up from her younger, skinny, lanky brother Desmond from way, way back. She had lots more like it. "I guess not, not particularly. Why do you ask?"
"Because now I won't feel so bad about ripping it," Sechs replied, and quickly grabbed the front of Taffy's collar, ripping the threads apart down the front quite a ways and exposing the bunny's cleavage to the warm bar air. The sudden action, along with the chill air running down the front of her shirt, caused Taffy to jump and yip in surprise. "Try rolling up your sleeves and folding up the bottom of your shirt too, to get some of that sexy belly fur out there. The guys aren't going to come asking about what your selling if they don't know your selling it."
The warm air caressing Taffy's breasts so suddenly caused her to become visibly excited through the clothes covering her nipples. She looked down her now-ruined shirt, watching her chest fur stand on end, and effectively making her breasts appear quite a bit larger than they really were. Oh, raspberries, she cursed; but only to make herself feel better about enjoying the feeling of her clothes stretching to accommodate the sudden inflation, the feeling of the cotton sliding over her tummy and lower back giving her more chills, resulting in more Goosebumps, until her fur was standing on their very ends. She was going for a modest, 'please love me' look and attitude - this sudden change in her appearance wouldn't look so good for that image, so she should be feeling bad about using the size of her bust to attract eyes.
Sechs, on the other hand, had a very different mindset on the matter. "There you go! With jugs like these," she trumpeted, happy that her one little action had produced those mammoth mammaries, cupping each one with her furry hands through Taffy's shirt, "you're bound to turn a few heads, or my name isn't officially Sechs Freehaven!"
Taffy felt electric at the sensations - the loud music thumping off every corner of the bar; seeing that Sechs' loud proclamation had gotten some people to turn and look Taffy in...well, not the face, but close enough; the beer temporarily stained on her tongue (oh yes, at this point, she was quite drunk); smelling sweat and arousal from everywhere in the floor, from as far away as the DJ's mixing board to the seats on either side of her own; and definitely the feeling of having hands that were not her own caress her tits the way they were. And in public! The very idea made her feel all tingly all over, and not just in highly personal areas, two of which were being welcomingly breached.
Sechs quickly pulled back her hands; the little tease. Taffy looked deeply into her wolf-friend's capturing eyes, feeling a certain attraction for the wolf hit her hard. Thank goodness for the alcohol in her system! If it weren't for that, she would've had a difficult time asking Sechs her next question.
"Hey, Sechs," Taffy began, her voice light yet determined. "This song playing right now has a pretty good beat to it. Wanna go dance? Maybe shaking our asses on stage will draw in a crowd."
"Yes!" She replied, almost a little too enthusiastically. But, whatever, who's going to care? Certainly not either of them! Sechs grabbed Taffy by the wrist and yanked her from her stool, almost not giving her enough time to put finish her last beer. In a few large bounds, they were on the dance floor, wading their way towards the center of the floor.
When they got to an open enough area for them both, Sechs released her grip on Taffy's arm, turned around, and immediately started moving her body to the thumping, fast-paced beats of the techno. Taffy forgot to mention that she wasn't much of a dancer herself (in fact, she only remembered it now), but after watching Sechs swivel her hips and sensually move her arms to the music, and noticing how natural she looked while she did it, she let her inhibitions go and just started to move to the techno.
She had two left feet at first, finding it difficult to move the way her body wanted to in her closed space between so many other people. But being near Sechs seemed to influence her somehow: soon enough she felt she was putting on as much of a show as the sexy wolf in front of her. Her arms wrapped and uncoiled herself in a beautifully smooth motion; her hips gyrated in a sexually slow way, showing off her hips through her skintight jeans and her small fluffy tail; her breasts started to flaunt themselves to anyone who was watching, her sweat matting the fur around her cleavage.
Soon enough, from all the sights and smells and sounds and sensations, Taffy found herself dancing with Sechs, not just next to her. They both kept rubbing against each other, hands exploring each other's shoulders, hips and stomachs, slipping in quick brushes against the other's booty and breasts. Their legs intertwined frequently, one person rubbing their inner thighs against the other in a purely sexual manner. Their faces had come dangerously close to one another; it would've been all too easy to accidentally 'trip' or something and fall face first into the other, but, nah, leave her hanging for a little while longer.
Sechs was in front of Taffy, her upper back pressing against Taffy's breasts, her hands above the bunny's head and softly running her fingers through the soft, silky pink hair. Taffy's hands were busy exploring Sechs' sexy toned stomach and waist, her pelvis pushing against the wolf's, them practically humping each other and passing it off as dancing. Taffy had been paying close attention to the whole dance, and she soon realized that Sechs had been leading the whole time.
"Sechs, deary," Taffy whispered into the wolf's left ear, never stopped her sensual assault. Her nose filled with Sechs scent, heavy from the hot dancing in a hot area. "You've been getting me to dance very naughtily with you since we started. Are you trying to seduce me?"
"Yeah, a little," Sechs replied, her breath quick and shallow.
"Try harder, I'm falling for it," Taffy finished, drawing out the end of that sentence and ending it with a quick lick behind Sechs' ear. In no time at all Sechs swung her body behind Taffy's, and quickly began her own charge against Taffy's senses. Her hands felt around Taffy's exposed belly button, slipping one set of fingers under her loose and sweaty shirt just a little, while she slipped the other set of fingers into Taffy's pants - not enough to start copping a feel of the bunny's pleading privates, but enough to get the bunny just that much more horny from the feel.
The song ended far too soon for the pair. Hot under the collars, a little tired from the movement, and quite thirsty, they both made their way back to the bar. They didn't receive any raucous applause, like Taffy thought they would from the movies she watched, but more than enough eyes - some awed and mystified, some lustful and hungry - were glued to them both. Taffy was a little worried that that display might've labeled her a lesbian and unattractive to guys...but whatever, for tonight. She was having too much fun with Sechs to remember why she was here in the first place.
"That was great, Sechs," Taffy said after placing an order for two beers, leaning forward over the bar to catch her breath. "Thanks for the dance."
"Likewise, sexy," said Sechs. Though objective of the whole dance was to get Taffy noticed by the single men of the bar, but after that whole display and finding herself increasingly unable to resist Taffy's unbridled sex appeal, she had hoped no one did - or, if they did, they wouldn't have the guts to try and ask her out, thinking Taffy to be with her. With her earlier remark on being seduced, Sechs was confident that Taffy was into her, but still, getting attention from a man might complicate things.
Taffy grabbed both mugs from the smiling bartender, who had missed the whole show, and handed one to Sechs. "I felt like I was on fire out there! Did you see how many looks we were getting? I feel like a star!" The girl was clearly ecstatic about the whole thing. Sechs just smiled and swigged, thankful to get some liquid in her dry mouth.
Naturally, a young adult interrupted them soon enough. He wore green and white shirt under a heavy blue undershirt; how the man wasn't roasting in the heat of the club, neither of them could've guessed. He was a tall light-brown fox with deep dark eyes and a peculiar fur pattern all over his muzzle. He had long, silver whiskers, which was unusual for this day and age. He had light-black hair that reached just over his eyes. He was a promising, if a little unremarkable, kind of guy.
"Nice dancing there, ladies," he said smoothly. He probably thought that he did this enough times to know what to say and when to say it. "Really turned a few heads."
"Thanks, cutie!" Taffy replied. She was being charitable with the compliment: the man wasn't unattractive, but he was also a dime a dozen.
The fox laughed at the compliment. "'Cutie'? Save the compliments for yourself; you deserve every last one of them." Sechs rolled her eyes at the corny kid. "Mind if I buy you ladies a drink?"
"Oh, no thanks," Taffy laughed, much to Sechs' surprise. Taffy lifted her own pitcher to show the fox. "We got our own drinks here. Thanks for the offer, though!" Through Taffy's lighthearted words, the hint was loud and clear. The fox smiled, knowing what was up, and left to search for someone else to get with.
Sechs was confused. "Taffy, I thought the whole point of you coming here was to find someone to get with? He was corny, sure, but why did you tu--" she was quickly silenced by Taffy's lips on her own. It wasn't anything deep and only lasted a second at most, but it was by far the most convincing second of her life.
"Because you, Sechs Freehaven, have turned me into one horny bunny, and you're all I'm going to need for tonight. And as soon as we get to your place I want you to start fucking my brains out." It was a little shocking to here Taffy say that: it went against everything Sechs knew about Taffy's personality from having known the girl for the past few hours. But God, was it a turn on. "Barkeep!" Taffy called, and after a few impatient seconds, the bartender was eventually facing the two girls heated girls, ready to service them. "We're leaving. How much do we owe you?"
The bartender quickly leaned over to a small scribble he had made behind the counter. After glancing at both of them a few times and quickly doing some basic math, he leaned back to the bunny and the wolf. "Forty bucks together."
"Let's split it," Taffy quickly said, obviously in a hurry: the fire in her pussy was white hot, and she needed something to put it out now. She pulled out her wallet from her back pocket and got out a twenty-dollar bill. Sechs, who had been just as quick, pulled out her own twenty, and they both practically threw them at the bartender. With no further obligations remaining, they both dashed to the front door of the bar and were soon out in the cold early-early morning autumn air.
Taffy reached for a cell phone she had in her right pocket. Mora had lent it to her for the night, in case she needed anything...which was sort of silly anyway, since Las Lindas didn't have a car. "Hang tight, I'll call a cab," she called out, dialing the number for the local taxi agency.
"No need, my apartment is only a block away." Sechs grabbed a hold of Taffy's wrist once again, and, after hastily replacing the phone in her pocket, they were off, running down the street as fast as their shoes could let them.
They were soon in front of a large apartment complex, located on a quiet street with a well-kept neighborhood. The lights surrounding the front door of the building hummed loudly, clearly illuminating the steps to the door and the door itself, so people with poor eyesight would have no trouble finding the keyhole. The door did not use magnetic keys, and instead went with the classic steel key and lock combined with electric security. Sechs fumbled with her key ring from her lustful excitement, trying to find the right ones for the front door and for the door to her home. After fighting with her fingers to calm down for a few seconds she finally got a hold of the right one, and forcefully threw it into the door, turning it a full rotation. A loud buzz sounded through the lobby, and with a swing, Sechs threw the door open.
"My apartment is on the tenth floor," she said over her shoulder, pressing the button for the elevator. A warm, furry arm was soon wrapped around her waist as Taffy stood to her left, waiting for the door to the elevator to open. In her inebriated (and likewise, inhibited) state, combined with the sheer amount of lust running through her body and fueling her loins, it took Taffy a lot of willpower to not just start making out right there, with the security cameras rolling and everything. Fuck it, she soon thought, and was about to start doing it anyway, when the door opened.
They both walked into the elevator, and no sooner had Sechs pressed the button for the tenth floor had Taffy's hands directed the wolf's face to her own, their lips immediately colliding with the need and the force of a...well, a desperately horny bunny. As their tongues fought and wrestled noisily for dominance over one another, their hands just couldn't decide on where it was they wanted to stop. They roamed all over each other's shoulders, backs, heads, asses, and in Taffy's case, all over Sechs' furry tail. Taffy's tongue explored every crevice in her new lover's maw, noting each individual molar, gum, and vein in the roof of her mouth. She could taste the Bartholomew John's on her tongue. Saliva was exchanged as their powerful tongues clicked and snapped nosily, their mouths expanding and closing regularly to get and attain better access to the other's face. Taffy, being a bunny, had a slightly smaller tongue than most other species, but Sechs, being a wolf, had a tongue strong and long enough to make Taffy's knees tremble as it dominated her own.
They were frantic and uncontrollable. The making out wasn't at all limited to just mouths, as occasionally they'd split apart to nibble on ears, or suck on necks, or peter kisses down shoulders, but mostly Taffy was addicted to that tongue of Sechs'. Sechs split off once to start tending to Taffy's neck, and he long lupine tongue had the length and the strength to trail itself from the rabbit's neck to far behind her left temple. The heat from her breath on Taffy's shoulder with the slippery wet feeling behind her ear drove her mad. Not to be outdone, she placed one of her hands far down the wolf's pants, tightly messaging Sechs' left cheek, while her right hand soon found the company of the wolf's right breast under her shirt and bra. Inexperienced but eager, she ran her palm around the soft naturalness of the boob, quickly but gently pressing the nipple between numerous fingers, earning herself quick breathes and soft moans from Sechs. Both of their fur was standing on end, straining the clothes to their very limit; and while it made it harder for Taffy to pay attention to that nipple of hers, it offered much more for her to play with in general.
Their pussies were desperate for attention, but at the angle they were standing, it would've been too awkward to get any hands down the fronts of their pants. Instead, Sechs clamped both her powerful legs around Taffy's left, and began to presses her crotch against her. Comfortable with their position, she began to slide up and down her leg, applying blissful pressure to her own crying cunt. Leaving Taffy hanging was far from her mind, though, and she raised her left leg to press against Taffy's own moist pussy. It took a little effort, but every time Sechs rode the bunny's leg, Taffy would be getting just as much attention from Sechs. In response, Taffy lifted her right leg and wrapped it around Sechs' waist.
Their mouths were meshed back together, tongues fiercely tangling themselves together. Taffy surrendered to Sechs' overwhelming appendage, and instead took to exploring her friend's mouth once more. Her tongue paid some more special attention to the wolf's teeth, when she was reminded of evolution from way back when. Sechs' teeth were sharp, naturally. She pulled away from her lover, much to both their dismay, but she wanted to remark about it.
"Funny," Taffy began, never for a moment stopping her hands from exploring the cleavage on both ends of the wolf. She had a thing for anal - hopefully Sechs won't mind, because she planned on indulging herself one way or another. "Hundreds of thousands of years ago, wolves ate rabbits. Now a wolf is about to jump into bed with one."
"Who says you're not about to get eaten yourself, you naughty thing," Sechs replied, leaning herself against the fingers gently yet boldly exploring her crack, "if I have anything to say about it." Taffy only got wetter at the thought.
The elevator dinged and the door slowly opened, and out flew a blur of grays and blacks. Sechs had arranged her keys in a way so that she knew exactly which one opened the door to her apartment down in the lobby, so there'd be no time wasted in fumbling for the right one this time. They found her apartment quickly enough, number 1034, and, as quickly as she could, the door was flung open, and slammed shut just as quickly behind Taffy.
They resumed their frantic make out session, taking the moment they were in the tiny foyer to kick off their shoes and, in Taffy's case, socks. Taffy's left hand went back below Sechs' waistline, while her right hand stayed outside her shirt and instead kept Sechs' face pressed to her own. Sechs broke to kiss so she could remove her shirt, revealing a lacy white bra that was perhaps a size too small, not doing much to hide her excitement. Taffy removed her hand from Sechs' pants and quickly cup both tits in her hands. She jiggled them and pressed them together, excited over the feeling of the huge, firm, natural breasts, and quickly brought her mouth down to begin cherishing the cleavage with her tongue.
Sechs slowly walked backwards, leading them both to the bedroom that hadn't been cleaned since she moved in. Her own hands were busy with Taffy's pants, since the bunny was too busy worshipping her tits to bother undressing herself. Thankfully Taffy hadn't worn a belt, and it was easy enough undoing the button in front, the button around the back above her cute tail, and her zipper. Their skintight size made them unable to simply fall off, but without any resistance, they eventually slid off her with a thump, and she casually walked out of them, hardly even noticing they were off her.
Inching her way down the small corridor to her one room, Sechs' free hands now went to her own pants, struggling to get the buttons undone. They got the front one undone, and the zipper quickly followed, but the last one above her tail was proving to be a hassle. She lost her balance and fell backward onto the carpet, the buxom bunny crashing down with her. Taffy never once stopped her assault, and with her new angle advantage, she slid the left cup of the bra off her left breast, and was rewarded with a bright pink nipple, stiff as a pencil eraser. Her mouth immediately began suckling on it, much to Sechs' surprised delight.
Sechs finally managed to undo the back button, and, thrusting upwards (which was a chore with Taffy's added weight), managed to slide her pants off of herself. She couldn't take the pressure between her legs anymore; as soon as she kicked the pants away, her left hand immediately dug underneath her matching white panties. She began to stroke her wet pussy furiously, while her right hand massaged the one breast Taffy was ignoring.
A hand began to crawl up Sechs' inner thighs, and landed smoothly on her burning cunt, cupping it through the moist material. The hand convinced her to remove her own, and soon this new intruder had slid under the fabric and began to rub just the inside of her pussy lips with its slender fingers. Moans escaped her lips loudly and frequently, and a small yip also sounded out when Taffy switched nipples without warning. A second hand made itself known on Sechs' pelvis: this one coming in from the other side. It wrapped itself around to the front, and immediately joined the first hand on the slow tickling of her cunt.
Pinned helplessly by this bunny and loving every second of it, Sechs made her hands busy by removing Taffy's ruined shirt, by ripping it all the way apart from its first gash. That only made Taffy suck harder, lick faster, and thrust a finger into her vagina while the other nine busied themselves with aesthetic pleasure; two of them lightly stroking her clit. She bit her bottom lip hard, trying not to scream in pleasure from these feelings.
Taffy finished sucking on those amazing breasts and withdrew her hands, causing Sechs to whimper pleadingly. "The floor's not too comfy," Taffy said, pulling herself to her feet and offering a hand to the wolf. "Let's go fuck on the bed instead." Sechs accepted the hand, sticky and wet with her own sex juices, and was pulled to her feet. The door to the bedroom was only two paces away.
Immediately upon seeing the bed, Taffy lunged forward and tackled Sechs, sending them both crashing down face first into the soft mattress. She removed herself enough so the wolf would have room to spin around and face her attacker. Face to face, they began assaulting each other's mouths some more, while their frisky fingers worked behind the other to undo the other's bra. With some effort, the resistance the undergarments were provided against their breasts was released, and they each tossed their bras aside, Taffy's velvety black landing atop Sechs' lacy white. Taffy pressed her huge jugs against her lovers, squishing them together, their nipples connected together. She released her lip lock on the wolf and began to move herself forward and back, rubbing their tits together and creating delicious friction between the two. Taffy's long, cascading hair framed her face and Sechs', giving the illusion that they were in a cramped, frilly room, and giving them a sense of privacy where they were free to make love as long as they wanted.
She stared deeply into the wolf's eyes, taking notice of every pleasurable expression she was making; and she was making a lot. Or maybe just one really big one. Either way, she kept up her pacing, pushing her breasts into Sechs' own, watching the sweat disappear between their cleavage. She quickly buried her face in Sechs' neck, dishing out a series of kisses and licks, and deeply inhaling the wolfess' sent through her nose. It wasn't all-natural - it had a lovely hint of lavender and vanilla to it - but it was a smell Taffy was going to remember for the rest of her days.
The insistent leg pressing against Taffy's sex quickly got the bunny's attention, and she stopped the breast play for something more 'tasteful' in mind. Giving her lover a few last kisses on her lips, she began to trace her path down the middle of Sechs' chest, smoothly continuing down her stomach (and stopping for only a moment at her belly button), to her navel, to a small tuft of fur just above her steaming hot sex.
Just as it felt to Sechs as though Taffy was going to begin eating her out, the bunny suddenly changed target; twisting her head to the right to gently kiss, lick and nibble the sensitive insides of her thighs. Her hands returned to her melons, sensually pinching the nipples and massaging the meat as she waited for Taffy to finally make her way down her quaking pussy.
Taffy trailed another line of kisses, from the inside of the wolf's warm and furry legs down to her vagina. But just when her cheek started to brush up against her clit, she immediately changed her target again, to her other thigh, and began to the whole process again. Groaning in frustration, Sechs placed her hands on the base of Taffy's long ears and shoved her head down into her crotch. "For God's sake, Taffy, just eat me!" she cried. Laughing, Taffy happily obliged, and began eating the hell out of Sechs.
She opened her mouth wide and dove right into they pink pussy, dragging her tongue along the outer lips, licking up all the moistness that had accumulated up to that point. Her tongue wasted no time in delving straight into Sechs, reaching as deep as it could, wriggling and squirming the whole time. Sechs buried her face into the pillow she was laying on to stifle some screams of pleasure. Taffy used her fingers to pull apart the outer lips, giving special attention to every fold and every inch of the pussy in front of her. Sechs' scent was maddening, but her taste was phenomenal, as far as Taffy was concerned.
She kept up the dining on the pussy offered to her, feeling Sechs writhe and twist in pleasure with every exaggerated lick and thrust. God, if my small tongue can do this to her, Taffy thought, excited, I can't wait to see what hers can do to me!
Hold on, why do I have to wait, again? She asked herself. She gave the lovely vagina a few more tentative licks before dragging her right leg up and over her lover, squatting down on the vulpine in a classic sixty-nine position. She then resumed her eating out the wolf, her drool slowly mixing with the cunt-juices and pooling on the sheets. Her tongue slipped around just inside her pussy lips before delving into the tight entrance once more.
Just as she did that, she felt two powerful slaps on her ass; each at the same time, on each cheek. It startled her a little, but then she felt a long, powerful tongue thrust into her without abandon. Taffy nearly melted right then and there: the tongue knew exactly where to go, what to touch, how often to touch it, and to cap it all off it had the length to shoot farther into herself than her own fingers could reach. She nearly stopped her own sloppy slurping up Sechs' pussy, but wasn't about to leave the talented wolf hanging, and resumed, slowly at first.
Insistent moans, wet clicks and slaps had filled the room for twenty minutes. Their hands had explored as much of each other as they could from their positions, mostly tending to asses and other sexy fleshy parts of their anatomy. Neither of them had cum yet - they were both trying to hold it back. But Taffy had gotten an acquired taste of the entrée; she wanted the main course. She wanted to taste Sechs' cum, have it flood her mouth and pool her cheeks, and experience making a woman as refined and toned as Sechs have an earth-shattering orgasm.
Taffy rocked from side to side, her arms clamped around Sechs' waist, until she had successfully rolled themselves over so that Sechs was on top and Taffy was on bottom. Sechs was confused why, but whatever, she wasn't complaining as long as the oral sex didn't stop. Which, it actually did, for a quick second as Taffy scooted forward a little. This was a little disappointing to the wolf now. It'd be difficult for them to eat each other if Taffy was too far--
She suddenly felt a tongue start rimming her hole. The wrong hole. The very right hole, after she felt her arousal suddenly spike to almost unconscious heights. Normally the thought of performing a rimjob, much less receiving one, would be a turnoff, but Taffy was apparently very into this sort of thing and knew how to translate that into action. Her eyes rolled into her skull, having lost all focus, and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she pushed herself up, forcing her rear down into Taffy's face, encouraging the bunny to eat faster. Sechs propped herself on one elbow and quickly used the other to tend to her lonely clit, determined to frig herself to orgasm, which was very, very close now.
"Tell me when you're about to cum, Sechs," Taffy breathed between munches. Sechs heard her, loud and clear, but it took a good three seconds before she realized Taffy had said anything.
"Any...any sec-second, now," Sechs forced out a minute later, her breath heavy and shallow. Her hand was frigging her pussy at breakneck speeds, her thumb occasionally pressing against her tired clit for an added boost. "Taff..." she sighed. She was nearly there. "I'm...I'm cummi-!"
The bunny suddenly stopped her devouring, infuriating the wolf over her denial. Taffy repositioned herself again, this time more directly under Sechs, and swatted away the hand, quickly replacing it with her face. Dragging her tongue from the wolf's clit to her ass one final time, the wolf lurched forward, grabbing the pillow and stuffing her face into it as she came like a hurricane. Taffy got her reward; as much as she could've asked for. And then some, once the wolf's fuck juices started escaping Taffy's lips and started dripping off to the side. It tasted as good as Taffy had hoped. She let it sit in her mouth for a second, letting her taste buds get familiar with the taste.
Sechs convulsed a few times, remaining in her sitting position on Taffy's face. She heard a gulping noise, and then felt an electric tongue probe her pussy some more, softly. This was a somewhat comfortable position for her, and with her head in the clouds she was more than ready to just fall asleep where she was. But a quick jab into her cunt woke her up and reminded her of something important: Taffy, that wonderful, magical woman, hadn't cum herself yet. There was no having that.
With a content sigh, Sechs removed herself from Taffy's face and began crawling backwards. Her legs fell off the bed, and she kept slowly crawling backward, taking the time to drag her tits across Taffy's face (where they were rewarded with a coo and a lick). Finally, she wound up face to face, upside-down, with Taffy, and she locked lips with her once more. Taffy's tongue was tired, but willing to come out and play. They kissed with less ferocity than before, Sechs enjoying tasting herself all over her lover's mouth. They stayed like that for a few moments; wet, sticky hands caressing each other's face and other parts.
Sechs broke the kiss eventually, looking into Taffy's deep green eyes. Huh, she never noticed that they had the same eye colour. "Hey, Taff," she said coyly, a hand reaching over the bunny's body to cup her lovely pussy. "Ever scissored with anyone before?"
Taffy was familiar with the sex position, but she had never tried it herself. "Can't say I have, Sechsy. Wanna give it a try?"
"Oh, do I," she replied, moving herself back over to the other side of the bed. She sat on the edge farthest from Taffy and swung her legs over, facing her lover. Taffy spread her legs slightly, unsure of how exactly this was done. Sechs slid her right leg under Taffy's left, and lifted her left leg over Taffy's right. With a gentle thrust forward, their pussies collided, sending a wave of pleasure through Taffy's eager body and Sechs' sore body.
"Keep ourselves together," Sechs instructed, pushing herself into Taffy and feeling the bunny do the same to her, "and hump like a fucking dog." Taffy was good at the last part. Lightly gripping Sechs' left leg and tightly gripped the sheets with her right, she humped.
She felt her folds sensually twist and pull in whatever direction she and her partner were humping. She felt the scorching heat from Sechs' cunt touch with her own. Their cooze creams mixed and blended to make a delightfully powerful musky smell and a slippery lubing sensation, making the sex that much easier. She saw the expression on Sechs' face: an narrow-eyed, blushing expression that says 'God, I hope this doesn't end'. She saw Sechs' breasts bounding and heaving under their own weight with each thrust. She heard the wet slapping noise two soaking wet cunts make when they...slap together. She brought her right hand to her right tit and tilted it upwards so that she could suck on her own nipple, and imagined what Sechs was thinking and feeling when she saw that (Taffy could probably guess). She felt the fur from Sechs' tail lightly tickle her ass cheeks with each thrust.
Between so many sensations, it wasn't long before Taffy finally got her release. It was loud, it was messy, and there was a lot of it. Sechs came for the second time just then as well, covering both of them from their hips to their upper thighs in cum. The smell was powerful; probably strong enough to be smelt from across the hall. The sheets were stained thoroughly through the mattress where they both came. The very last thought Taffy had - out of breath, sweating all over, and more physically satisfied now than she ever remembered being - was 'man, that's going to a bitch to clean up,' before she passed out cold, her twitching pussy still firmly plugged to Sechs' own.
Sechs woke up, naked, soaked around the waist, and feeling like a million bucks, at nine the next morning. It was Saturday morning, so she had turned off her alarm yesterday morning. Normally she'd have slept in into the early afternoon, but, remembering her activities from the night before - what with the wetness around her mid-section, the smell of cum and sweat in the air, the hideously messy room, and her feeling more rested now than she had been nights where she slept much longer - she wasn't surprised at the hour.
She heard singing coming from the kitchen, and suddenly the familiar smell of coffee and baked goods started wafting through the room. She got to her feet, with a big stretch, and left the room, not bothering to put on any clothes. In the Kitchen was Taffy, singing a light-hearted song in a perfect key, as she masterfully made the perfect pancakes for two. Taffy was wearing a shirt and sweatpants - probably not underwear, though, from what Sechs could see - but they were her shirt and pants, not Taffy's. She remembered tearing Taffy's shirt the night before, so she understood that, but why the pants?
"G'morning, Sechsy!" Taffy beamed, flipping the pancakes over. They looked perfect and smelt great from where Sechs was standing. "Hope you like extra fluffy pancakes! Light, thick and moist, ready for eatin'!"
Sechs smiled at the energetic bunny. "I didn't think I had the stuff to make pancakes. Aren't flour and eggs on my grocery list?" she asked, pointing to the small list tacked onto the small refrigerator door.
"Oh, you didn't," Taffy answered, fetching two plates, two coffee mugs, and two sets of silverware for the both of them. "I ran out and did some grocery shopping while you were still asleep."
"How did you pay for it?"
"With my own money, what else?"
Sechs was a little concerned about that. "You're spending money on food for me and my apartment? Taff, you didn't have to do that. You're not living here."
"No, I know," she replied, fetching some maple syrup from the fridge - bending over to reach it in such a way as to flaunt herself a little more to the wolf. "But I'm sure I'm going to be making a lot of breakfasts here, so I figured, it might be nice to help out as if I were. And I'm sure it's going to seem that way in no time at all." She slipped two pancakes onto her plate, and one onto Sechs'. "I'm very good at making breakfasts, like I told you last night, so I can make a lot of ingredients go a long way."
She did tell her that she was good at making breakfasts. Oh, but wait a minute! "Did you plan all this from the start, Taffy?"
Taffy set down the plates onto the table, carelessly strutted over to Sechs, and planted a deep, passionate kiss onto the wolf, to which she did not object to. "It was more of a hope than a plan, but it worked in both our favors, didn't it? If I was there - a single, lonely, sexy bunny looking for someone to start something with - what were you, a single, lonely, sexy wolf doing there?" Sechs didn't need to answer that. Taffy was a smart bunny.
"Aren't you expected back at your farm?" Sechs asked, taking a seat across from Taffy at the small, single table. Taffy poured them each a mug of coffee before sitting down herself.
"Not today. My boss was actually the one who funded my night out last night, and she told me to take today off, whether or not I was lucky. She probably expected me to have a hangover and wanted me to sleep it off."
Sechs nodded, smiling, pouring some syrup over her pancakes. Taffy sat down, resting her chin in her hands, waiting for Sechs to take the first bite of the pancakes, to see how she liked them.
One bite of the fluffy cake nearly gave Sechs another orgasm right there. "These are delicious! How--! What did--! You gotta tell me how you make these! My brother would die if he tasted this!"
Taffy laughed, eating some of her own pancakes. "I'll tell you later, hon," she said, quickly taking a mouthful of pancake and swallowing. "After our shower."
Sechs paused from frantically cutting and eating her pancakes to look at Taffy inquisitively. "You haven't showered yet? And you went out in public, smelling like that?"
"I think it's erotic," she replied. "Besides, it'll save us both time and it'll save you money on heating when we shower together."
A brief pause, then a laugh. Sechs liked how this bunny thought.