{"sf1_id":1814296,"sf2_id":"ZmMjgoDn","title":"Molly \u0026 Cade (Ch. 15)","author":"qoo123","words":6702,"posted_at":"2022-01-30T11:41:49.000Z","tags":["Alternate Society","Anal","Antelope","Anthro","Anthropomorphic","Ass","Bad Language","Balls","Bed","Bedroom","Booty","Boverse","Buff","Bunny","Butt","Character Development","Cock","Consensual","Couple","Cum","Cum Inflation","Cumming","Date","Dick","Doggystyle","Domination/Submission","Dress","Ejaculation","Emotion","Equine","Erection","Exhibitionism","Explicit","Female","Fingering","Food","Foreplay","Fucking","Future","Gay","Hooves","Horse","House","Human","Humor","Hybrid","Kissing","Lapine","Love","Lust","M/F","M/M","Male","Male/Female","Male/Male","Mature","Modern","Multiple Species","NSFW","Naked","Naughty","Night","Nude","Nudity","Orgasm","Passion","Penis","Plot Development","Rabbit","Relationships","Restaurant Booth","Romance","Sci-Fi","Science Fiction","Seduction","Series","Sex","Sexy","Size Difference","Stallion","Story","Story Progression","Story Series","Straight","Stripper","Tail","Tailhole","Teasing","Thong","Tight Clothes","Tongue","Transformation","Yiff"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1814296-molly-cade-ch-15","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZmMjgoDn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/6a/8a/6a8aae82-96f9-4e75-bf42-535c1b770059","description":"2019-2022 © 'qoo123'  \n  \nPart of my 'Boverse' setting, more info: [https://sofurry.com/s/rnaMKVZn](https://sofurry.com/s/rnaMKVZn).","content":"“And you think they're together?\"\n\n“Uh,\" Molly hemmed, “I mean, they certainly have the hots for each other.\"\n\n“—\"\n\nMolly held her fork menacingly, with Cade in her sights. “Before you say it. No. I wasn't spying.\"\n\nHe chuckled and ate some more of his food. “Just a hunch?\"\n\n“I'm good with hunches.\"\n\nCade leaned to the side in his seat, wearing a puzzled expression. Molly glanced over her shoulder, hoping to see what he was looking at, before the joke dawned on her.\n\n“Nice. Real funny. Antelope, remember? Not a trace of camel here.\" She tapped her chest.\n\n“You sure you won't start growing any lumps or humps? You trust your gene clinic?\"\n\n“I do,\" she said, a hint of exasperation in her voice, “not sure what kind of question that was but yeah. And I really think we're starting to wander here — eat up Cade. It was your idea to go out after all.\"\n\nThey spent a moment dining with only the hustling ambiance of the restaurant and the steady emptying of their plates to mark the passage of time. A few shared glances populated the strange half-space between one minute and the next. A span of time too short to notice, yet too vague to pin down. Once their next bites had passed their lips the pair pried them open to issue words once more.\n\n“How is your meal?\" Molly asked.\n\n“Delicious. You picked a good venue.\"\n\n“I can't take all the credit. Vi introduced us to it.\"\n\n“I would've thought it would upset your stomach to eat any non-plant foods.\"\n\nMolly motioned to her fish. “I can get away with a little indulgence. I'm a hybrid, not an animal.\"\n\nShe paused. “Though,\" came the start of a sentence once another piece of thin white flesh had been consumed, “it doesn't feel like it used to. Without a spritz of lemon or lime I don't know if I'd enjoy it that much.\"\n\n“Hmm. And is it fish only? I've never seen you try meat.\"\n\n“God. So interested in my diet, aren't you? Trying to turn me carnivore?\"\n\nCade sighed. “It's interesting.\"\n\n“Go on...\"\n\nHe looked deep in thought. As if struggling for what to say.\n\n“Take you and your work friends. Everyone's either been _anthromorphed_ or been born that way. For those born as hybrids, there's no comparisons to make 'cause there's no past to pit against the present. But for you and the other converts, it's a whole different story.\" He smiled and reached out to hold her hand from across the table. “The little details are the most fascinating.\"\n\n_And isn't that what every girl wants,_ Molly thought. _To be the o__bject of their lover's fascination...or is that too old-fashioned?_\n\n“Very storybook romantic of you.\"\n\n“Maybe it's the night. Maybe it's the meal. Maybe it's just love?\"\n\nHe noticed her blush — the tell-tale skin of her ear tinged red with insecure pleasure.\n\n“Love. Absolutely,\" she replied, a skittishness appearing in her voice but soon quashed by quiet confidence. She drank in his visage in the warm light of the restaurant. “Now that we have that tangent out of the way, my dear Cade, I believe we were discussing other peoples' romantic entanglements. Plenty of time to focus on our own...later...\" She let her voice fade into a subtle moan, enough for him to hear.\n\nThe night was young. Why rush?\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nThe journey home had been a surreal experience. Sammy and Rylan regrouped after a tense, steamy rendezvous in the showers — the heat, the intense longing, the waters drenching their capable forms; cut short by their need to make this night go properly. They had made their separate ways to Sammy's apartment. Now, reunited, they pried the door open. A darkness greeted the two off-duty performers. Banished by the flick of a light-switch.\n\nRylan squinted as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. The horse raised his arm to his face and blocked the brunt of the strong light. “Urgh,\" he groaned as Sammy slinked by and set aside his bag and other things. He wore a t-shirt, jacket, and gym shorts — having little time to get redressed once they decided to head to Sammy's place. The smaller rabbit busied himself with putting away his cute round moped helmet and puffy coat that hid his svelte frame from view.\n\n“Well,\" the bunny said as Rylan dropped his arm, “this is my apartment.\"\n\nHe glanced at the tall equine. Desire clouded his mind. He wanted more than a tense embrace; that closeness in the _Violetta_ showers that teased greater intimacy danced among his thoughts.\n\nRylan too, experienced a growing need. He watched Sammy shut his helmet and coat away in his closet and return, a spring in his step — of giddy anticipation.\n\n“May I take your coat?\"\n\nThe horse nodded and gave a polite smile. He pulled off the heavy jacket he'd donned before heading for his car and meeting Sammy here. With little cold or rain to sully its form he discarded it upon request. It fell into a large pile, bundled into Sammy's waiting arms. Beneath, now revealed, a tight tank-top that stopped short of his waist, baring his midriff to the rabbit. Just below Sammy's eyeline, his rippling abs filled the bunny's view; a firm wall of muscle behind a matt of fresh-groomed fur.\n\nAs he suppressed an excitable gulp, Sammy cast his eyes down, admiring the strong thighs almost bursting from the long shorts Rylan wore. And between them...\n\n“Oh, of course,\" Rylan mumbled, matter-of-factly. He reached down and leaned forward, taking the waistline of his shorts and pushing them down. Rising opposite, the rich red straps of his thong, slowly unveiling as he moved. Stepping out from each leg, he handed the shorts to Sammy, adding it to the unwieldy pile of garments he carried. Keeping the tank-top on, whose sports fabric hugged him and formed sculpted shapes around the contours of his upper chest, he stomped each hoof to shake any remaining damp from his body, and sounded a nicker once he'd finished.\n\nSammy peeked over the mound of clothing to that enormous bulge nestled between those big, strong legs. The red thong clenched desperately around the dormant shaft — the monster waiting to emerge from its den. It wobbled with Rylan's subtle stance changes, exaggerating each fidget with its obvious quiver. With time slowing to a glacial pace, and their eyes scouring one another, the pair got lost in the moment.\n\nSammy was the first to break. “I'll go and put these away,\" he said, turning from his guest again and tucking Rylan's clothes into a corner alongside some of his own. Behind him, he heard the equine demigod stretch and sigh with a satisfying rumble. The ground hummed, carrying its vibrations to his paws and up his legs, causing Sammy to stop and tremble at the masculine onslaught.\n\nFrom Rylan's perspective, he got a nice view of the cute bunny's ass, now partially concealed from him by high-cut gym-wear. The round puff of his tail wiggled as he walked, causing his burgeoning desire to escape in the form of a sigh. He played it off by extended his arms and stretching. He felt his cock press against its confines, and his gaze narrowed.\n\n“We can go and sit down,\" Sammy said upon his return.\n\n“Sure.\"\n\nRylan let the rabbit lead him into his living room. The apartment was cosy, and from the decorations it was clear Sammy put effort into personalising the place. He looked around. Nerdy posters of movies and video games slathered over the original wallpaper. Aside from standard computer display panels embedded in the walls a larger, antique television sat atop a cabinet with both classic and modern games consoles accompanied by a mess of wires and power cables snaking their way in and around the area.\n\nA poster on the far wall caught his eye. Some character from a book, or film, or game (he didn't know quite which)...a buff, tall, attractive male. A set of segmented plates formed part of the character's armour, but large exposed areas put paid to the notion this was a practical, rather than aesthetic, design. On top of broad shoulders, a familiar head shape...\n\nRylan chuckled silently as he saw the anthropomorphic horse striking a daring pose, amidst bolts of lightning and fantastical creatures. A huge sword was swung towards the viewer, emphasising the immediate action and thrill of the scene. His costume clung tight to the unarmoured portion of his body, even showing a faint, tell-tale bulge — just in case you weren't sure yet that this guy was a complete stud. A sexy knight, fighting a horde of monsters.\n\nHe finally let his laugh become audible. “Heh, you appear to have a type.\"\n\nSammy looked at him and followed his line of sight to the poster. The inside of his ears flushed red. “Oh yeah,\" he said nervously, “forgot I had that up.\"\n\n“Looks cool,\" Rylan stepped closer, hoping to buoy his spirit, “I don't know who it is or what they're from. But they look pretty damn cool.\"\n\nHe sensed a sigh from the smaller hybrid.\n\n“I don't know much about nerdy hobbies,\" he continued, “but I do know what cosplay is. Think I'd pull it off?\" He strolled across the room to pose next to the image.\n\nIt was a strange sight to Sammy. His own life-sized _Paladin_ _Adrian_ _of Tracheia_ _— Scourge of the_ _Stygian_ _Underworld,_ _Holy_ _Saviour of the Hinterlands_. He chose not to elaborate on the character — they could always chat later. Right now his attention was fixed on Rylan's body, as the horse gave up trying to hold the pose and stood straight.\n\n“You don't have to look so embarrassed, Sammy. I don't normally take folks home to my place either. I like going to theirs.\"\n\n“Yeah,\" the rabbit blurted, “well it was so short notice and...\"\n\nRylan stepped forward, bringing himself chest-to-face with Sammy. He could feel the rabbit's breath blow upon his core. Towering over the poor thing.\n\nSammy reached out and put his hand on Rylan's hip. “I just thought: better here than dirtying up the showers at work.\"\n\n“Oh yeah, because they're so spotless and scandal-free!\"\n\n“You, uh, you know what I mean.\"\n\nRylan smiled and gently pulled Sammy close. “Yes, I do,\" he said with a soft voice. He leaned over and brought his mouth to Sammy's, letting the bunny realise what he intended so he could proceed at his own pace.\n\nSammy learned quick, and moved in. Their lips met in a kiss. Forceful, but longing. A solid seal between mouths big and small. A tentative dance of tongues — their first true physical contact since the heart-skipping encounter in the showers.\n\nRylan treasured the moment. A passionate kiss, locking them together for the first time. He felt Sammy waver, and pull back. Letting him go, he saw the smaller anthro's cute face frown in confusion. Or perhaps anxiety.\n\n“Hey,\" he said, his calming voice bridging their intent, “we're both adults. It's okay to say this isn't working.\"\n\n“I...what? No! No, not that...I um, I've never invited someone home so soon after...opening up to them. I'm not sure what to do next, or what's best.\"\n\nA large hand grasped his shoulder. “Then let me take the lead. It's clear to me that you are up for it.\"\n\nAnd awkward pause followed as Rylan tried his best to phrase his next words romantically. He abandoned any clever ploy to seduce and instead just asked straight-up with a touch of concern:\n\n“Do you have lube?\"\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n“Sammy's cute, and Rylan's handsome. They absolutely would find each other appealing.\"\n\n“So...true love or passing fling?\"\n\nMolly chomped away at her food and grinned. “Too early to tell.\"\n\nHer boyfriend leaned back. “Boy, your job has all kinds of saucy gossip. I love hearing about it from you.\"\n\n“Do I tease you too much, telling you what you're missing out on?\"\n\n“Mmm-hmm.\" Cade picked up his glass, the little clink of it against the rim of the plate as he raised it to his mouth rang clear, as if he announced an impromptu toast. “Much more interesting than grading term papers.\"\n\n“No dissertations about strippers?\"\n\n“Nothing that fun.\"\n\n“So lemme think...who else? There was Jace and Derek — walked in on them. Once. I...left before they saw me. I think...uhh...Esper was her name — a feline hybrid, I recall something about her and another performer. Heather too I think, if I remember correctly. Juni's single. So's Emily...\"\n\n“Oh the lioness? Despite evidence of your involvement?\"\n\n“Shush, honey. You loved that show!\"\n\nCade looked smug, and nodded guiltily. “Who else?\" he asked, letting her continue.\n\n“...hmm...I tend not to pry too much with my coworkers...if you can believe that, given our conversation. Maybe Angelica's single — she's an interesting hybrid. I didn't know birds were an option for gene therapy. Feathers, wings, you name it. Yeah,\" she said, taking a small pause to collect her thoughts, “yeah...Juni, Emily, Angelica — they're all single.\"\n\nHer pause resumed as she stared at him. Unsure, Cade spoke up:\n\n“Uhh, what?\"\n\nMolly smirked and hunched over, bringing an air of conspiracy to matters.\n\n“Got any pretty friends, male or female?\"\n\n“Oh no, you're not having me take part in match-making!\"\n\n“C'mon sweetie, I think it would be fun. Maybe you got some friends who'd like to take a walk on the wild side, pussy-wise. Maybe the girls haven't discovered the fun of dating a lil' old human, like I have.\"\n\n“I'm gonna take that as a compliment, despite how you phrased it.\" His cutlery rattled with unease as he set them onto his plate. “I know you don't mean anything by it, but I'd feel uncomfortable. I'm not the kinda guy who really gets involved with other's love lives.\"\n\n“Sometimes Cade, you just can't let my jokes be just that. Jokes.\"\n\nHe raised his arms. “Eh, at a certain point during a romantic meal I get serious. What are you gonna do: sue me?\"\n\n“The People vs. Cade Lewis.\"\n\n“Big ego to put yourself on the side of the 'People'.\"\n\n“It's called ambition, sweetheart.\"\n\n“_Tut-tut._ Pride cometh before the fall,\" Cade chided, “that includes jokin' around with your partner. Wanna get legal? Then it's one-on-one. No 'the People' nonsense with me, Molls.\"\n\nAt the moment, the table rumbled as Molly's phone shook in her bag. It lasted a second, but it was enough time for nearby tableware to slide around, ruining the neat arrangement both had created with their neatly-placed knives and forks as they neared the end of their main course.\n\n“Oops!\" Molly said clumsily before pulling out her phone. A couple of flicks later she shoved it back into her purse. “Forgot to switch it to silent.\"\n\n“Don't worry, it's not loud enough to disturb the other tables. Who was it?\"\n\n“Oh just a text from Becca,\" she answered, “asking everyone in the Violetta dancers' group chat for a shift swap.\"\n\n“And what news have you for me about her?\" he pried, listening intently. “She still trying to do her own thing outside your friend's purview?\"\n\n“Yeah, but it's not like Vi can do anything 'bout that. Nor should she. Rebecca's her own woman. A strong independent bitch who takes no shit.\"\n\nCade opened his mouth to remark, but Molly cut him off: “no, it's not a slur if a hybrid uses it.\"\n\nHe snorted with stifled laughter. “Boo!\"\n\n“Hush now. Finish your food.\" Molly tried hard to maintain a stoic face, but couldn't keep it for long. As her expression broke, she opened herself up: “I did not mean to make that awkward — was attempting another joke.\"\n\n“I understand. So was I. Think the evening's starting to drag on.\"\n\n“Yeah. At this point I reckon we're trying to find an excuse to hang around and stare into each other's eyes. Conversation's running dry.\" She hemmed and hawed whilst thinking.\n\n“Are you full? Because if you don't want to leave just yet I could go for dessert.\"\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\n“Mmm...tasty...\"\n\nRylan's heavy voice whispered delicious encouragement to the slender rabbit bending over in front of him. His whole body followed Sammy in decline, his chest pressing against the bunny's soft fluffy back. His growing cock bouncing above a pair of snow-white cheeks.\n\nThe big puffy sofa, newly folded-out into a bed. creaked with his weight. A grin, unseen, spread 'cross Rylan's face. A sign of appreciation for his bulk, and what he could do with it.\n\nSammy mewled with delight as the horse's broad pecs cushioned themselves against his shoulders, the rippling ridges and valleys of his muscular torso prodding in a repeating pattern across his spine. The sweet instants of contact between his ass and the bobbing shaft thrilled him. With each second it lengthened, its flared equine head tapping his lower back. He felt the droplets of pre, and the damp patch left by the oily lubricant that Rylan continued to douse his wick with. As the horse rose, grinding his hips against Sammy's, he growled and squirted another handful of lube onto his hand, applying it to compensate for lost coating.\n\n“You're keen for a little guy,\" said Rylan, massaging his large cock with his hand — pumping the shaft in preparation for entry. A round of masturbation, to spread the slick liquid and arouse his passions.\n\n“I'm sure you've had...little guys before.\"\n\n“Oh, but you're something special, Sammy. Cute, sexy, athletic. You're far far more than any customer I've slept with. A higher calibre of lover. I can see it.\"\n\n“Such praise,\" the bunny beamed, his legs kicking gently, slapping Rylan's toned buttocks with his big paws. “All for me? You haven't even started, so how can you be so sure I'm just what you need?\"\n\n“Call it...experience,\" Rylan grunted, his dick sandwiched between Sammy's rump. He clasped his cock between those two furry mounds and used his hands to compress them, adding to the squeezing sensation. “Hehe, you gotta helluva body.\"\n\n“T-thank you,\" Sammy stammered as his fuck buddy see-sawed his butt-crack with his huge member. “_Uhnff!_ Don't start rough!\"\n\n“Sorry! Sorry, I'll go easier.\"\n\nHis rump awaited Rylan's cock. The large equine shaft rocked back-and-forth, hips cycling as he slid his meat across Sammy's ass. His broad, flared tip kissed the puff of fur that was the rabbit's tail before nudging to the left or right and sliding straight on past. Each time dousing the pure white hairs with moisture — matting flat the gorge carved between cheeks. His hands left a faint imprint of their presence when gripping hips, waist, and flank. Sammy's slender body wriggling into position as they played.\n\nLeaning over, once more encompassing his new lover's form with his mighty proportions, he dragged his snout, kissing and stopping along the way — decorating his back with slavering devotion. His worship of the lapine culminated when his noble snout crested Sammy's shoulder, catching the excited male's attention and drawing him in to a deep kiss. His mane, unkempt from caressing and foreplay, cascaded down either side of his neck. This statuesque equestrian creature draped over a delicate partner; his eyes shut, enjoying the sopping sensations of their mouths duelling; his manhood, proud and stiff, atop his conquest's rump. A picture of sophistication — of knights, lords, the aristocracy of old — seeped in the debauch tableau created by their animal lust.\n\nRylan broke away, his eyes retreating from Sammy's pleading own. He rose, pressing his groin against the wet rear presented to him. He twisted his hips, grinding the base of his cock against Sammy. A gasp escaped him. A slow buildup of pleasure had never stopped. The duller sensation before penetration still thrilled and teased sweeter feelings in due time. His balls — heavy, pendulous orbs — swayed with each motion. Occasionally he jutted forth and let them slap the soft cheeks.\n\nSammy recoiled, caught between pleasure and pain, when his hefty sac struck. Rylan's enormous body covered him like a blanket, and when he shifted between hunched embrace and towering relief, his vast shadow worked just as well. He felt the stallion shake as the excitement grew. The expectation of entry. He steeled himself, breathing ragged, as he felt the massive pillar weigh down on him. Slick, dripping with pre-cum and lube. His dashing top — windswept mane, powerful muscles, dominant yet caring personality...\n\n“Take me,\" he wheezed, tormented by his wavering patience.\n\n“I didn't catch that,\" came the cruel reply. “Let me get closer.\"\n\nSammy's body almost buckled under the sheer weight of Rylan. The horse toyed with him by slackening his posture, lying on top and letting his mass and gravity put pressure on the rabbit's much smaller frame. He felt trapped. An instinct born of his genetic heritage simmered just below the surface. The need to flee, the skittish animal impulse to run, run, run and burrow and hide...\n\n_God,_ he thought, _this is...this is..._\n\n“You're mine now, little bunny.\"\n\nRylan's words rumbled through him. His chest, like the great bellows of an antique furnace, surged. His sentence shook every fibre of Sammy's being. The rabbit's eyes threatened to roll back in his skull as he was driven to near-ecstasy by the dominant display. He was powerless. Everything he was had been yielded to the stallion. He shivered, and spoke with clear intent:\n\n“Take me!\"\n\nA quick nip of his ear snapped Sammy out of his trance. He nuzzled the strong arms planted either side of him. A small chuckle from Rylan greeted his attempts to reciprocate his passion. One arm lifted from the bed and pried at his sacred opening. Sammy grimaced as a jolt of pain erupted from his tailhole, but he took a deep breath and relaxed, opening himself to Rylan. He felt a large finger squeeze inside. The presence spread inside, pushing deeper, aided by the lubrication. His body opened up to one, then two digits. A flighty moan told Rylan to keep going. In-and-out. Growing swifter and swifter. Until he babbled with joy as the horse rammed those two fingers rapidly into his hole. Plunging inside repeatedly. Stabbing his inner walls, jabbing his prostate. Causing him to lose strength in his arms — leading to his front half collapsing into the bed. Jaw agape. Drool flying from his open mouth as he made guttural noises. His brain soaked in pleasure.\n\nAfter a minute of fingering, Rylan withdrew his hand and grabbed a hold of his penis. His thick, meaty rod ached to plough Sammy's tight depths. To stretch him wide. Dominate him utterly.\n\nHe positioned himself, tip against terrified pucker.\n\n“Ready?\"\n\nSammy looked up at him with an empty expression that soon turned to haughty impatience. He didn't need to say anything when his slack-jawed scowl did it all.\n\n“Heh,\" Rylan grunted, pushing forward gently.\n\nSammy squirmed as his opening tried to accommodate the large, flat, round tip. The bulge of its face kissed his sphincter as it fought against spreading wide. The backdoor visitor refused to relent, and pushed again, the ring opening slowly. It would fit, but only to a certain depth. Rylan sensed that Sammy was no stranger to large objects in his ass — he bet if he had a look 'round he'd find a toy or two that would challenge his own manhood in size. He remained cautious, never pushing too hard or fast — even a limited depth was enough to get his rocks off. Sammy was a colleague, a friend; and now, something more. He didn't want to ruin that.\n\nA low hiss came from the rabbit as he began to take the equine's shaft — seething with pleasure and a small measure of pain. Thank fuck their relative body sizes didn't match their animal counterparts, or Sammy would've literally exploded by now! A dumb disjointed laugh escaped him as he pictured that.\n\nRylan paused. “You okay, Sammy?\"\n\n“Huh-yeah!\" he gasped. “It feels great...so...big...!\"\n\n“Well I'm gonna push a li'l further. You tell me if its too much.\"\n\n“N-nuh...sure...\"\n\nRylan concentrated, ignoring the instinctual desire to ram himself home, size difference be damned! He pressed slowly, his pace never rising to level of dangerous. Once his whole tip had submerged itself in warm bunny flesh he took a breather. The wetness of the lubricant coated his cock, cooling the hot shaft. The portion inside was squeezed tight, with only a viscous film keeping the friction at bay.\n\n“God! So...\"\n\nThe horse grunted. Drool gathered in the corner of his mouth as his tongue lolled.\n\n“...tight...\"\n\nHe'd lain with twinks before. Slender, sexy guys with swift builds and/or minimal fat. However, this was something else. Tighter than he'd felt in a long, long time. In the midst of his pleasure he cast his mind back. Year and years. Perhaps the last time he'd felt this way was before he changed, before the gene therapy. Sammy reminded him of a younger, bolder self. Taking instead of giving. He arched his back and held on to the rabbit, hugging him as he felt his body quiver with ecstatic agony.\n\nSammy felt hot breath on his ears. His equine lover loomed over him. Pushing a second inch inside, Rylan gasped. The noise set Sammy's fur standing on end. He was pleasing his partner. After much deliberation, and plenty of practice alone with his toys, he'd finally done it. Opened himself to him. A spark of pride welled up within him. Having known Rylan, and the others at Violetta, for over a year now — he'd finally indulged in its menagerie of talent. It wasn't hard to miss the copulation happening — between performers, and occasionally guests. Things could get heated, and that excited him. Thrilled him more than dancing onstage. Since he came to work there, he'd fantasized about snagging a hot hunk for himself. A guy who'd take him, dominate him...\n\nNone fit the bill better than Rylan. And more to the point: the horse was open to it. Gay, extroverted, friendly. Liked to sleep around. It only took a few meek looks or a tender moment of timidity in the showers to reel him in. It would be stupid to think him a fool — he was more than willing to play the game. Between them, there wasn't much left to chance.\n\nSeductive machinations aside, their first sexual encounter proceeded wonderfully. Another inch slipped past Sammy's entrance — his tail-hole clamped tight around the mammoth shaft. The flared tip spread wide his aching flesh. His girth plunged pleasurably onward. Sammy was not able to take him much further; a yelp and a whimper ordered Rylan to stop and enjoy what distance he'd achieved. Too short of the signature medial ring that belied his partner's equine heritage, but more than enough inches to caress with constant pressure.\n\nRylan swallowed. His cock tingled. Thanks to Sammy's warning, he'd slowed then stopped his advance. Now it was time to savour the tightness. His huge balls swung with the rapid shake of his hips as he tried to not buck wildly. The promise of blissful burial was too much for a lesser person to bear — but Rylan, with his years of sexual experience, could avoid hurting his smaller partner. It wouldn't help his reputation in the club if anyone he 'shacked up' with he broke. With a firm bite, he clamped his jaws down on his lip; his muscular form jittery with pent-up motion. Too ease his torment, he gradually pulled out, then in, then built to a rhythm of slow pumps — never pushing past where he'd stopped.\n\nSammy felt Rylan's cock retreat, and pry him open again. Over and over. The mass and pace able to drown his sensibilities in addled pleasure. The pressure on his insides, his tight walls...his prostate...grew inexorably greater without a single ounce of pain inflicted once Rylan had worked out his rhythm.\n\n“F-f-f-fuuuck yessss!!!\" the horse whinnied, panting as his orgasm neared.\n\nSammy tensed up, sensing a wave of pleasure from deep within. It spread rapidly. His whole body twisted and contorted in-place to the flow of its ripples — like a huge stone dropped in a still pond. Waves crashed against the shore, cast by the heavy impact. Sammy squirmed as his dick, firm since first kissing Rylan, squirted its seed onto the bed. A pitiful amount, compared to what his lover would unleash. But enough to signal his climax — the warm fizzling sensation all through his dick and balls as they twitched and emptied.\n\nHe whimpered and stammered once his end came, and he erupted. Rylan felt it in the quake of the rabbit's body. The subtle motion each spurt caused, and the reciprocal pleasure it brought to him. Each involuntary twitch seized his large member, and narrowed the passage. His ass clenching around his cock...enough to...\n\n“AGH! Aaaaahhhhaaahhh!!!\"\n\nRylan came hard. Buckling over a minute after Sammy had blown his load, he released his essence into his cute little lover. His groin strained with exertion, his zest for fucking this tight hole battling the end of his performance. He ejaculated, spewing vast dollops of cum into Sammy's ass. His cock formed a seal, preventing any of his seed escaping. Instead, he bloated his partner's guts with his thick, hot ejaculate. His whole body shuddered. Hands loosened their grip on Sammy's waist. Legs curled, his hooves stamping against the armrest of the converted sofa-bed. He experienced a stall in time. Words, thoughts...they escaped him. Trapped in a continuing instant, the same joyous second replayed over and over, wishing never to break out of the loop.\n\nAlas, no-one can control time, only their perception of it. The world sped up around him. Once again he was back in real-time, his shivering lover trying his hardest to keep his body from collapsing onto the bed. Their doggy-style fucking had gone on long enough. They were spent. Rylan, avoiding crashing into Sammy, turned and let himself fall onto the bed beside him. Sammy, still impaled on his cock, turned with him, and together the pair settled into a spooning position. One big spoon, one little spoon — their bodies aligning with the contours of their counterpart. A warm, cosy sensation overcame them. Despite the bloat caused by Rylan's cum, Sammy was able to lie on his side, his lover's body curving around him, without discomfort. Rylan too, was able to set his weary body in a steady pose, arm around Sammy.\n\nResting, the powerful afterglow relaxing their bodies, the pair cuddled. Lying together on the bed, the sounds of tired breathing, cycling with the rise-and-fall of chests large and small, comforted them. A groggy duo of hybrids, put through their animalistic paces, exhausted from their rut. Life's spirit was quick to restore them to restlessness. Amid shifting, and grinding, still bound by penetration...they were roused...\n\nIt was Rylan's first instinct, in the murky haze of post-coital thought, to ask how Sammy was feeling:\n\n“Hey, you okay?\"\n\n“Mmm-hmmmm,\" came the reply, purred through firm-shut jaws.\n\n“I'll take that as a 'yes'.\" Rylan chuckled, his cock still buried part-way in Sammy's ass. The warm, liquid sensation of his cum filling the rabbit tickled his tip.\n\nAnother question, this time prompted by a loud rumble in his belly: “hungry?\" He rubbed his toned gut as Sammy stirred to answer.\n\n“Nuh-uh,\" said Sammy, shaking his head.\n\n“Yeah, you're pretty full already! Let me...\"\n\nRylan eased himself out of Sammy's tight rear. His flared tip tugged at the tense pucker on its way out, forcing him to apply a bit more force than was gentle. “Eeh-ahh...\" Sammy groaned as he felt his passage clear, his walls constricting back to their normal size. The warm flow of seed as it was pushed from his insides and matted his cheeks with its volume.\n\n“Aaah,\" Rylan sighed as his cock freed itself. The shaft softened and started to grow limp now that there was no source of ongoing pleasure wrapped around it.\n\n“I might order something to eat, do you want some too?\"\n\nSammy turned to face him, and nodded. Looking into Rylan's soft eyes, he reached out with his hand and stroked his pec.\n\n“W-would you like to watch a movie while we eat?\" he whispered.\n\n“What kind?\"\n\n“I...I don't know. I only have a bunch of fantasy and sci-fi movies. Do you like those genres?\"\n\n“Honestly?\" Rylan remarked, “I have absolutely no idea. Never seen one in years.\"\n\n“We could always check out a streaming service and look for other stuff.\"\n\nSammy was about to list off a suite of options for home entertainment, but lost the words as Rylan dragged him in for a long embrace. A happy sigh emanated from the equine. Sammy felt safe in his big arms, and enjoyed the snuggle. He'd never taken anyone home for a one-night stand...and maybe this was proving to be more than one night...\n\n“Why don't you pick one of your favourites and we'll watch that. I'll order and pay for take-out if you remind me of your full address. How does that sound?\"\n\n“That sounds fun.\"\n\nWith their plans made, the two settled in to a night together. Hours would pass, and eventually they would drift into sleep — the television panel still radiating scenes from the movie Sammy chose. The apartment entered into automatic night cycle once both were asleep — dimming the lights, lowering the volume of any audiovisual systems, letting the pair rest.\n\n\\* \\* \\*\n\nThe car pulled in to Molly's home. Her and Cade stepped out from it when a taxi drove by, a set of weary passengers napping in the rear whilst their chaperone navigated the streets. Doused in the rear headlamps as it passed, the pair interlocked arms and strode up the slight incline, across the partial sidewalk, dotted with grass verges, that snaked from where the street of NuPlex housing units met the main road. Their faces were bathed in deep red, fading as the other vehicle disappeared into the distance.\n\nA leisurely stroll was the remainder of their journey, with the solemn night around them rich in dark hues splashed across the modular houses; shadows of trees skittered across a canvas of uniform roof tiles. It was quiet. Many abodes had no lights on. People were spending what was left of the day downtown, at work, or embroiled in their own personal engagements elsewhere.\n\nAmid the quiet, and the rhythmic tapping of their strides, the two chatted and stole kisses.\n\n“...there's a lot of money in independent modelling,\" Molly said, her words a continuation of a discussion held in the car, disguised from any eavesdropping with more...polite terminology. A remnant of such secrecy persisted in the word 'modelling'. As soon as Molly said it, she turned to face Cade. Her eyes said all else needed.\n\n“You've been talking a lot about Rebecca, and what she does. Still weighing options about staying at Violetta?\"\n\n“Pondering. Mostly,\" she replied, “it's good to plan ahead. I don't think I'll be there forever.\"\n\nHer boyfriend sighed. “If I start looking, would I find you showing up on her streams?\"\n\n“Cade! No way!\" She waved her hand, a glamorous gesture in the low light as the petalled jewellery tucked behind her ear shone vibrantly against the street-lights. “Unless,\" she whispered, “you'd like that...\"\n\n“But then I'd have to share you with even more people. Right now they have to physically come to see you perform. How would I cope with potentially worldwide attention?\"\n\n“Aww, you think I'd be that popular? C'mon Cade, I've got a nice job with perks and a team who support me, in front of and behind the stage. You worried I'd give that up?\"\n\n“Would you like to? Anywhere can feel crowded. It ain't anybody's fault if you get tired.\"\n\n“I admit — I have done less than I used to...\"\n\n“But all so you can spend more time with me,\" he remarked.\n\nShe smiled and nuzzled his brow.\n\n“...and it's worth it. I want to keep dancing. Put more hours in. Build up my profile some more. Hotness doesn't last — you need to make the most of it.\"\n\nEach step took the pair crunching through the lightly-gravelled driveway, the front door drifting closer in their dreamy focus — too lost in each other to care for the details, the fine grain of reality blurring around them. At the door, Cade rested against the frame.\n\n“Well, we made it. Not a drop of booze touched,\" he said.\n\n“Though I still feel like I'll have a major hangover tomorrow.\"\n\n“A side-effect of your medicine?\"\n\n“Probably,\" she mumbled as she unlocked the door, “c'mon, let's get out of the cold.\"\n\nInside, Molly popped off her hoof-wear and allowed herself a much-needed stretch. Cade heard a loud crack and swung his head 'round to see her, arms raised and bent, back arching. Tail twitching while a gentle exhale signalled relief from her aches of the day.\n\nCade embraced her, holding her close as he planted a kiss on the back of her neck. Molly turned and dove in for a full tongue-bathing — grabbing him brusquely as she sealed her mouth to his.\n\nBreaking free, Cade spoke: “it's late.\"\n\nA shade of pity washed over Molly's amorous expression. The burning might not be there, but the lust remained. The hunger. Her eyes pleaded with him to stay.\n\n“But it's not too late,\" he added, a warmth in his voice. “Not too late to—\"\n\nSilence reigned as Molly stole Cade's words with her lips. No time to talk! No time to make sense of their thoughts. Instead of wordy seduction, their bodies screamed. The room brightened around them.\n\nThey ascended the stairs. Steady hands found work caressing their partner. Slow passes crept across fur and naked flesh. Molly's dress slipped away. Her form unveiled. The cloth draped over the steps — a thoughtless indulgence. There were more dresses, more finery; her trade made sure of that. Dirt mattered not. Naked, she walked backwards, leading Cade on. Daring him to disrobe and join her in nature.\n\nHe was quick to answer the call. Soft shadows fluttered on the walls, painted by the moon's reflection from the clear sky, and the artificial colour of the street-lights twisting through the half-shaded windows. A kaleidoscope of white amid black. Many shades and strengths. Cade embraced her, his own outfit thrown aside.\n\nThey edged towards the bedroom. Molly faced away, letting him push her gently forward. His kisses found plenty of choice spots — a shiver and sigh to reward each one. She felt her fur tingle. Her body drown in honeyed attentions. A million cuts, wearing down her resistance, her hesitation — that part of you that scolds and demands you put aside hedonism. To make sensible choices. To devote oneself to purer things.\n\nWhat sanctimonious folly!\n\nShe fell. Behind her the bed rose to swaddle her like an infant. Sheets flung around the pair, their limbs shifting, tangling...\n\nHer gasp shook the room, reverberated in the air, as he took her. Their lovemaking; long teased during the day, at last consummated. The fire of her heat, deadened by the suppressant, gave way to a powerful emptiness. One that cried out to be filled.\n\nAnd cry, oh cry, they did.\n\nAs the night proceeded, they devoured one another. Sweat dripped, fingers clawed their way across backs, raking spine and rib. Indulging in intoxicating passion — the divine pressure of bodies bound together. Sexual pleasure flowing freely.\n\nMany were having fun this night. Man. Woman. Human. Hybrid. Gay. Straight. Some even found more then they expected — prospects of a one-night stand, a booty call...transformed into something greater.\n\nNone could complete. None would dare admit such if they knew of the wrestling, struggling, orgasmic scene. The union between Molly and her human. Cade and his beast. A bond forged hotter than any they'd known.\n\nThe lovemaking carried them through the depths of the night, to exhaustion the following morning...","series":{"name":"[BOVERSE] Molly \u0026amp; Cade","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1750864-molly-cade-ch-14.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1846398-molly-cade-ch-16.json"}}