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The storeroom was unbearably hot, even without my shirt on. One of the many horrors of being a long-haired Rabbit. I took a break from packing teabags to open one of the high, back windows, letting in a slight, but very much appreciated breeze. I was just sitting back down to finish the teabags when a quiet scratching came from the alley door. Only one person would come to that door after hours. Merlayne.

Hurrying across the storeroom, I unbolted the door. Being on the alley, it was equipped with three heavy locks to deter break-ins, so it took me a minute to get it open. I had barely slid back the last bolt when the door was shoved open, sending me stumbling back. The hulking figure of a burly Badger in a long cloak barreled into the room, a package tucked under one arm. Quickly, he locked the door behind him.

"Is someone after you?" I asked, even though I doubted it. Mer was just paranoid.

"I saw a shady-looking Fox in the alley across the street," the Badger said, his voice surprisingly mellow for such a large creature. Being a dwarf Rabbit, I stood more than a foot and a half shorter than him at barely five feet tall.

"That's just Carnelian," I said. "He lives down the street in those crappy apartments."

"Then what is he doing in the alley?" Mer asked, stretching up to look out the window. I needed a ladder to do that.

"That's where he turns tricks," I told him. "Carni is a prostitute."

"Or he's an agent of the DMPI, pretending to be a prostitute," Mer said. He was always going on about the Department of Magical and Paranormal Investigation, a secret branch of the government that he couldn't actually prove existed. Sure, everyone knew that magic was illegal, but most people believed that magic didn't exist anymore, that it disappeared when Dragons went extinct over five hundred years ago. "Have you solicited him?"

"Have I_what_?" I asked, unable to believe my ears.

"You know, sampled the goods? Inspected his wares? Checked to see if he really is a prostitute?"

"No, I have not," I said stiffly. "In case you forgot, I just got out of a bad relationship. I haven't had sex in six weeks." Six weeks, two days, nine hours, and forty-two minutes, but who's counting?

"Is that a long time?" Mer asked, finally turning away from the window and pushing back the hood of his cloak. He was unusual-looking, for a Badger, with blue-gray fur on his face, silvery stripes, and black paws and tail. And his eyes. One was emerald green, and the other was honey gold, and when he looked at me, sometimes I swear it felt like he was looking into my soul.

"Feels like forever," I said. Rabbits had a reputation for being one of the horniest species on the planet, but it wasn't like we didn't deserve it. I could feel my cock swelling in my sheath just thinking about it. "How long has it been for you?"

"Me?" Mer set the box he was carrying on my worktable and slit the packing tape with one sharp foreclaw. "Oh, I've never had sex."

"Really?" I was shocked. Most folks lost their virginity as soon as they reached sexual maturity and their mating instinct kicked in. "How old are you?" I assumed he was younger than me, just by the way he talked and acted sometimes, but not by more than a couple of years.

"Old enough," he answered with a laugh. "My first mating season was mild and I was busy, so I ignored it."

"You're lucky," I said. "I have this constant ache in my balls, and even jerking off barely helps."

Mer glanced over at me and I felt my face heat up. We'd only known each other for a few weeks, about as long as I'd been celibate, and this was getting a bit too personal. I cleared my throat.

"So, what did you bring me this time?" I asked, stepping closer to look into his box. He reached out, his large paw engulfing mine.

"I'm not the one for you," he said softly, his voice eerie, gaze distant, as though he were looking at something only he could see, "but for a while, I can help ease your pain." He blinked hard and released my paw, giving his head a shake, as though waking from a dream. Looking down into the box, he began pulling things out. "These are fertility charms and sage candles to banish unwanted spirits, and--"

"Hold on a second," I said. "What was all that about 'easing my pain'? Was that some kind of bad pick-up line?"

"Sorry, it's a thing I do sometimes," he mumbled into the box, refusing to look at me. "It's hereditary. Just ignore it." He looked so uncomfortable, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the awkward Badger.

"No, it's okay," I said, taking his paw again. "I'd appreciate your help. If you don't mind your first time being just meaningless sex. Some folks like it to be special."

"When I find my one true mate, my first time with them_will_be special," Mer said wistfully. "That's how it was for my parents. And sex with you doesn't have to be meaningless. It'll be fun, relaxing, pleasurable, cathartic, and I promise, I'll never hurt you like he did."

I shivered, a chill running down my spine. He was doing it again, seeing too much.

"I never said he hurt me."

Mer shrugged his broad shoulders. "Lucky guess. Do you want to finish going through this stuff first?"

"We can if you want," I said, adjusting my full sheath within my jeans. "Although my dick currently has other ideas, so I may be a bit distracted."

Mer chuckled, deep and rumbling, his sharp teeth gleaming as he grinned.

"This can wait, then. We don't want your poor dick to suffer needlessly." He removed his cloak and draped it over the open box, revealing a strong, lean body dressed in a blue polo shirt and black slacks. Not quite what I had expected to see under that cloak, honestly. I would have been less surprised by a tunic and leggings, or even chainmail. Like this, he looked like every other college kid in town.

"Disappointed?" Mer asked.

I shook my head. "Sorry, no. I just expected you to be dressed differently, I guess."

"Yeah, the cloak makes folks think I'm a total weirdo," he said with a laugh, "but I'm actually pretty normal, once you get to know me."

"Why the cloak, then?" I asked, reaching out to touch the heavy, worn fabric.

"It reminds me of my father," Mer said. "He used to wear one like it."

"Oh," I said, my ears drooping. "I'm sorry, is he..."

"He's alive, as far as I know. Both him and my dad, but I haven't seen either of them in...it feels like centuries, you know?"

"Yeah, I hear you," I said, nodding. "It's been a couple of years since I was able to see my folks." Not since before I met Aurek. He never wanted to meet them, and he didn't want me to go without him. He wouldn't let me go anywhere without him. I shuddered and pushed those dark memories away. I wouldn't waste another moment thinking about him. I looked up at the young Badger. "So, you said you were going to help 'easy my pain'. How do you want to do that?"

"I figured we'd start with something like this--" Big paws grasped the waistband of my jeans, quickly releasing the button and lowering the zipper. "And then maybe a little of this--" Reaching around me, he popped the rear snap, my cottontail giving an appreciative wiggle as it was freed from the back fly. He shoved my pants and boxers down, the thick material bunching up around my ankles. I started to bend over to finish taking them off, but Mer grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off my hindpaws, setting my furry ass on the counter. At least I was good about keeping my work surface clean, and didn't have to worry about getting dried herbs in my tailhole.

Mer leaned down, nuzzling my inner thighs as he worked my pants off over my big back feet, his breath warm through my silky black fur. I had to keep it trimmed down there or it tended to get tangled and matted just from walking, and brushing out snarls around one's groin was no fun, let me tell you. Once my jeans hit the floor, I spread my legs, my paws combing through Mer's thick, coarse fur as he pressed his muzzle to my balls, his hot tongue bathing each of the full, aching globes. I couldn't help but moan as he licked up my sheath, my hard cock emerging, pink and glistening.

"Shit, that feels good," I gasped. "My b--I mean, some folks don't like licking a guy with long fur."

Mer raised his head and grinned at me.

"I don't mind a little_Hare_ in my mouth," he said and then winked. He leaned down and engulfed my cock in his hot, wet mouth, his tongue stroking my sensitive flesh as he sucked.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna--" But it was too late for a warning. After six weeks of flying solo, I had a hair trigger--pun intended--and blew my load down his throat, one of my big back feet twitching as the orgasm rolled through me. Mer didn't seem to mind. He swallowed and continued slurping on my cock, keeping me hard even though I'd just cum. One of the benefits of being a Rabbit was a short, and occasionally non-existent, recovery time.

I could have let him suck me off again, but I wanted more. A lot more.

"Stop, stop," I gasped, tugging on a pawful of his thick fur.

He drew back, raising one eyebrow as he looked at me.

"What is it?"

"Your turn," I said, reaching out for his trousers. He caught my paws in his.

"Oh, really?" he asked with a grin. "You think a little Bunny like you can handle all of this?" He pressed one of my paws to the bulge in the front of his pants and my eyes grew wide, a musky bead of precum dribbling from the tip of my cock as I shivered in anticipation.

"Oh, please, Mer," I said, my tailhole aching to be filled. He stepped back, letting me watch as he stripped off his shirt, revealing surprisingly silver fur on his body, his chest and belly nearly white. I thought Badgers were typically dark under their clothes, but I had never actually been intimate with one before, so I could have been wrong. The blue-gray on his face ran over the back of his head and down his spine to his large, dark tail.

Wearing a cocky smirk, he unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down, his black cotton briefs sagging under the weight of his balls and stretched tight across his straining sheath, a dark, wet spot already visible at the tip.

"There's lube--" I started, but he was already reaching up onto the shelf where I keep extra stock. I wiggled forward on the counter and leaned back on my tail, raising my mismatched hindpaws into the air. Mer raised the white one to his face, nuzzling my toes as he liberally applied the slick lubricant to my tailhole. He shucked his briefs, a couple of firm strokes all it took to expose the impressive length of his cock, his shaft thick and ridged with dark veins. Slathering himself with lube, he stepped close and pressed the hot tip against my hole.

"Let me know if it's too much," Mer said, easing past that tight ring. My muscles burned a little, stretching more than they were used to, but it felt so damn good to have him inside me. I have no problem being on top, but if I was honest, I preferred being a bottom Bunny. There was something so satisfying about taking a big cock--or a small one, I wasn't judgmental. I moaned, digging my blunt claws into the edge of the counter as Mer began to work his length in and out of my tight tailhole, slowly at first, carefully, but each thrust was just a bit deeper, a bit harder, until I had to brace my paws against the wall behind me to keep from being shoved backward.

The big Badger grabbed my ass, one cheek in each paw, and lifted me off the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist, grabbed big pawfuls of the coarse fur on his shoulders, and dug my heels into his hips, flexing my thighs as we worked together, lifting me up and down on his rigid pole.

I cried out, my body bucking, wanting to cum as he sank the full length of his cock inside me, the thick, veined shaft pressing and grinding against my prostate. Precum bubbled from the tip of my cock, making a sticky mess in my belly fur, but I didn't dare let go of his shoulders to finish jerking myself off. Puffing and grunting, Mer turned, pressing my back against the closed door of the shop, his face close to mine as his hips jerked, plunging his cock into me again and again.

I drew a gasping breath, the pleasure singing through my body, so sweet and sharp, for a moment I thought I would die. Then I came, that shuddering ecstasy that overwhelms the senses and drives all rational thought from the mind. I striped Mer's pale chest fur with strings of pearls, my hole clenching around his thick shaft and drawing a startled gasp from his lips. I watched the wonder dawn in his eyes, chased by a pleasure so profound it was almost spiritual, and I felt honored to be a witness. I felt the heat of his cum spill inside of me, and for a moment we were one body, one breath, one heart.

Then he shuddered and pulled out, panting as he set me down on my hindpaws. I felt chilled and empty without him, but then, I've always been a bit of a snuggler.

"That was amazing," he said, looking around the counter. "Do you have something I can clean up with?" I fetched him a towel out of a drawer and put my own clothes on while he wiped the cum out of his fur.

"Thank you for that," I said, needing to fill the silence. "I guess I didn't realize how much I needed it."

"Any time," Mer said, pulling on his shirt. He fiddled with his trousers, adjusting his tail, but finally zipped and buttoned them. "Ready to see what else I brought you?" he asked with a grin, digging into the box again.

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