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"Bored Games"

While it's important that I get my work done on time, my employers seem to know that if they don't rush me the quality (and depth) of my research is usually pretty thorough. This would explain why I had the windows open on my ground level office, enjoying the summer breeze and the sights while I gathered my thoughts. Suddenly a deep voice from out of nowhere shattered my train of thought.

"You work too hard."

I looked up and saw Bruiser, hanging halfway in my window reaching out to pat the top of my head with his size forty-two paw. My asshole clenched as I batted his paw away in feigned terror.

"So when were you going to tell me that all those eggs would be nullos?"

"Hey - it takes several tries to get even one to turn. That's half the fun!"

"Fun!? I shit out fifteen of those gods forsaken things! My butthole was stretched out for weeks!"

"But your balls grew back! That's nature telling you to do it again!"

"Nature? Or just you?"

"I can't deny I just loved the look on your face when the breeder knotted you. Drugs or no it was priceless!"

"Yeah, thanks for that..."

About that time I was reminded of that night several months ago and my anus clenched yet once again.

"Anymore of these twitches and I'm going to think I spent another night with Jon."

"Jon? That Sanders guy? The one with the teeth?"

"You KNOW him?"

"Ohyeah, he stumbled into a group up north a few months ago. Said he heard about a gig that had something to do with assholes."

"Yup - that's Jon. What happened?"

"Well, ya remember that stuff that I lubed you up with, right?"

My anus groaned and clenched again.

"I'm unlikely to forget."

"We didn't need any with him..."

That damned otter had an obsession...

"So why have you graced me with your presence today, oh tall, dark, and smelly one?"

"Want to introduce you to some of the new kids in town. Visitors of a sort."

I hadn't hear of any newcomers in town, but being pretty much the lone Human/Furry interface person I was used to being the last guy on the information train. However, it was a sure thing that higher ups would want to know yesterday what was happening now so I really didn't have a choice but to find out more.

"New guys?"

"Yeah, they're thinking of setting up a settlement here and they want to get to know some of the locals. I immediately thought of you!"

"Yeah, thanks for that..."

"So, where are we meeting them?"

"Tonight at 'The Fiddling Jack.' They'll be the ones playing the bored games."

"Board games? Jezuz - didn't that go out in the 50's or something?"

"Oh, not with this crew!"

Board games? Even with a few drinks in me that sounded pretty tame, and it would actually give me a chance to get to know the "new guys." I sighed loudly, shut off the interface and prepared for my hot date. Board games? Gods and thunders.

As we stepped into the place, a warm humid pall hit me at the same time the low rumble of many furs and the scent of alcohol and sex filled my nose. Prerequsites were the usual ball stretcher and otherwise completely buck ass naked. I was getting used to it, and I was with Bruiser after all. "The new guys" turned out to be a distinctive group. The place was chock filled with Lapins! All sizes, shapes, and colors. More eye candy than I could take in. My first drink went down pretty easily as I'm a light weight, but it seemed as if the Lapins were all studying me very closely - too damned closely - as I was catching comments like:

"Wait till Rick sees this one."

"How come he always gets first dibs?"

"You gonna tell him that?"

"Only if I don't want to walk straight for a couple of days. I'd rather it be him." With a smile and a nod in my direction.

Wait a minute. Board games? WTF? There wasn't a single die, pack of cards, or a spinner present. Just lots of naked Lapins, Gnolls, and a smattering of Ursines, not to mention all the alcohol and drool. I looked up at Bruiser and asked him his definition of "Board Games." He said it was simply limited to how it was spelled, and shoved me into a seat at a nearby table, handing me another drink.

Odd table layout, too. At one end was what looked for all the world like a fleshlight anchored to the table at about waist height, with the other seats directly across from it in a somewhat curved placement. I was sitting off at an odd angle so I figured I was pretty safe from whatever could be originating at that end of the table. No worries...

About this time a shadow crossed my back (and most of the table) and I was treated to - a polar bear! Nowait! Long ears, big feet, huge belly, buck teeth, ten and a half inches of... A rabbit?! He was eye fucking me and Bruiser as he walked around the table and took a position just behind the fleshlight with a soft smile on his face. I leaned over and asked Bruiser what the rules of this game were and whether or not I was involved. He replied that whomsoever got sprayed with ejaculate was required to publicly clean off the person using the fleshlight, sans hands. It's a game the Lapins play when they're bored! And, of course I was involved. I was down range!

"Gods and Thunders, what does your mother FEED you?"

I mumbled under my breath after evaluating the mountain of bunny in front of me. He was soft all over, had a wonderful smile, and was hung like a donkey, balls the size of softballs and a penis that looked like it was as long as my forearm. He casually lubed that beast up (wasn't a bit shy - got hard in a minute or less) and pushed a few inches into the fleshlight, scoping the crowd as he put a few test thrusts in. His eyes locked on me and that soft smile came back. I was suddenly aware of the laughter and shouting of most of the room, encouraging him to do his most spectacular. It was growing ever more obvious that this creature was an old pro at this kind of exhibitionism as the rolling motion of his hips spoke volumes and his smile was pretty much locked on me. The end came pretty quickly as with a very pronounced thrust and with a deep sigh, he came.

What I hadn't considered was length. When he made his final thrust, his glans penetrated completely through the back of the fleshlight and the first spurt of high pressure bunny cream struck me directly in the face. It was warm and smelled of rabbit, not to mention it had the consistency of wood glue. Several more ropes made my way, and a few even made contact with my exposed lower extremities. To put it simply it was rather obvious that I'd been targeted by a very big, very fertile bunny.

Bruiser was whacking me on the back and shouting, and the room seemed to follow his lead. Everyone knew what was coming next.

I stood, gulped the last of my drink, and walked around the table to this barn of a rabbit, a little abashed at his obvious interest and not at all sure of how to start. He made it easy for me as he simply stepped back from the table a little and gestured for me to step in front of him. I dropped to my knees and wouldn't you know it - his groin was exactly face high. His organ (can I call something that size a penis?) was still dripping lube and bunny batter so I started in as best I could. It took a few minutes to clean him off, and as I was about to take a break a huge paw pressed me further into his crotch and I was presented with his scrotum that - as you would imagine - needed a good cleaning, too. Ever tried to tongue off a couple of soft ball sized objects without a wash cloth or something? The musk wasn't bad but it was pretty strong as I'm sure this bunny hadn't seen a shower in a week or more. He was finally clean, and I started to stand up from my sore knees when he quietly, almost at a whisper said:

"You missed something, precious."

He turned 180 degrees, lifted his tail, and presented me with what had to be a bunny donut. If he had a longer tail I would have sworn he was an equine, for more than one reason, too! It was pink and reasonably clean, but it had obviously been a while since it had seen a shower or even a thorough wipe. As I stared at it for a moment the group (lead by my "host" Bruiser) started a chant of "Lick, Lick, Lick, Lick." I'm rather proud that I didn't vomit, but I was sure my stomach would be pretty upset for the rest of the night and I was going to need breath mints for a week.

Rick made things worse as he flexed that stinking thing open and shut while I was cleaning him, giving me a bitter taste but thankfully nothing else. By the time I was done the place was in total laughter and I was considered by more than a few as a human of his word. I stood up unsteadily and turned toward the table to make my escape when I was grabbed from behind by two tree limbs covered with white (and surprisingly soft) fur and effortlessly pressed against the table edge. One of the paws reached down and took my now raging erection (where the hell did THAT come from?) and pushed the tip of it in the damned fleshlight.

"You've got a show to finish, precious." Was whispered in my ear as a set of oversized teeth began to nibble the back of my neck, and ten and a half inches of bunny surprise was pressed sharply against my poor wrinkled anus. Somewhere in the mess he'd managed to re-lube himself and with the state of my previous years of "experience," my poor rectum didn't stand a chance in hell of keeping him out.

It was an odd feeling, being thrust in and out of a fleshlight without using my body, but ten and a half inches of rabbit penis stuffed up my anus made it work all the same and the big bunny didn't even break a sweat using me like an extension of his own "organ." I'm not all that big in the penis department, but Rick seemed to know the timing just right as my orgasm hit me like a train wreck and we both surged forward simultaneously. The last thing I felt before my mind went white was the pulsing of that huge penis pumping what seemed like a gallon of bunny batter in to my descending colon.

As my orgasm washed from me and my vision cleared, I was still pressed to that musclegut of Mr Giant Rabbit but limp as a dishrag. The cheering was deafening and my crank was sore as hell. More nibbling at my neck and a soft voice saying:

"Almost done - and look! You have another fan!"

As my vision cleared I saw Bruiser at the other end of the table with a streak of semen across his muzzle and a toothy grin that only an amused Gnoll could have. His overly long tongue came out the side of his muzzle and licked the seminal fluid away as he stood, finished his drink, and began to walk over.

It was going to be a long, sore night...