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Vanessa & Max

Written by Puffytail

Vanessa wailed loudly as the big ravenous dog known as her boyfriend plowed through her ass, taking his entire cock up her dripping little hole. Her ring was stretched out vividly wide, and the male shoved his cock repeatedly up her corn hole with the greatest of ease, lacking and hesitation of what damage he could cause. Vanessa was lubricated by the tons of cum she spilled onto his pulsating cock in their earlier adventures, and she couldn't help but get lost in the feeling of having such a repeated endeavor of emptying and filling herself with the Dog's member as she took his cock deeper and deeper, feeling more and more aroused with every second that passed. She panted, gripping the edge of her bed for support and looked back with a lustful eye that could kill a fur with its intense desire. Her claws raked hard against the bronze siding of her bed, and her knees buckled into her pillow at every thrust he made. Then, she felt a warm dribble of spit fall from her maw. She was drooling.

She loved getting anal like this. Nothing made her feel better, or cum like she did when a nice big cock invaded her little crevasse. Nothing helped relieve the stress and tension of being in that cubicle every damn day like taking Tommy here back home for a good yiff. To be honest, Vanessa couldn't stand the jerk. He was rude, dominating, and down right nasty when it came to their social aspects, but once they got into the bedroom, all of that melted away with the hard slapping of furry flesh against furry flesh. Honestly, it was really the only reason she called him her boyfriend.

Tommy loved anal too, but for the wrong reasons. For some reason, Tommy always wanted to be on top of everything, whether it was the food chain or sex, he felt that he should be the one all looked up to. This would be a noble feature, if he didn't use his so called "Power" to pick on the weak and get what he wanted. Vanessa saw this over-bearing quality in him, and it disgusted her. But, for reasons beyond her control, she loved Tommy's cock in her more than anything.

Tommy looked of a rough demeanor. He was a butch looking German Shepard, built up to extremities in nearly every shape and form, even penis size. Vanessa fell head over heals in love with his body as soon as she saw him, but as they met she could see the real beast in him; the animal, both mentally and physically. She only desired one, and loathed the other.

Vanessa looked ahead, feeling her burst of an orgasm approaching. The build up within her stirred her sweaty body to no end, each fur accompanied by a drop of warm sweat to envelope within her covers and pillow as it dripped below the little slut-puppy she knew she was, at this moment at least. She turned and squirmed with the cock in her butt, feeling his piece knead and push into every pleasurable spot within her tunnel. Peeks of her inner tube were visible to Tommy via this action, and she sexily swayed her ass back and forth, a big grin broadcasting her feelings about such a feeling. As the cock swirled and poked around into her tunnels' sides, Vanessa squeezed and clenched with every moment she could, looking for a small ounce of pain to exemplify her desire.

"God that's so good..." She murmured as she lifted a paw to her muzzle, thrusting her spectacles up from falling off her nose due to their rough actions. They were a rounded pair of frames, an oval shape in each that was followed by a silver bar that pushed back against her stiff little ears. She was usually blind without the glasses, and found them to be a nuisance when she wished to look at her mate whilst in the midst of such a session.

After that problem was solved, Vanessa continued to twist and turn around his big meat, a full flow of her saliva just pouring down her muzzle as she leaned forward, grinding back and preparing for the best. Tommy on the other hand, felt that her twists were rather painful, and reacted quickly to counter her acts against him, though they were meant for both their pleasure.

"Fuck! Ya bitch! That hurt!" Tommy gave a hard slap against her rear. Tommy's rock hard cock only vibrated within her, causing her to moan out stridently as her rosebud grew tighter. Tommy saw this and questioned her judgment on pleasure. It seemed that Vanessa thought that, when appropriate, pain can be an output for bliss during her sexual adventures. While Tommy was all for sexual adventures, he'd rather just satisfy himself rather than her.

"Oh yess! Harder!" She cried out, lifting her maw up to pant heavily, her long canine tongue lolling out. Spit dripped rapidly from her long tongue, the soft flesh one of her better features in giving head, so she was told. Her tail swished about happily, wrapping around Tommy's form to pull him closer to her. Tommy's tail only snapped bitterly at hers, drawing it away from his figure as he continued to fulfill his needs, banging his dick deep within her, buckling against her bowels.

Vanessa cupped over her tummy with one of her paws, wanting to feel the big cock as it rummaged through her anus into her stomach. As she did, she felt a spurt of built up urine spray against the bed, dripping from her already soaked slit. The piss dribbled from the little hole, obviously holding it. Finally she let go, panting like the dirty dog she was as she gaped open her mouth, smiling wildly, and just peeing all over her bed. She swayed her hips a bit to makes sure she got all of her silken purple covers, ass nearly gaping from the gigantic dick within her. She did this every so often, as some females of her sexual nature do, when in a total state of agonizing pleasure. Looking back to Tommy, she gave him an enticingly dirty look, licking her lips as she peed some more, drenching her covers in the mess.

Tommy found this to be very weird. Every so often his mate would be so absorbed by his procedures that she would feel the need to just relieve herself on the bed, him, or even herself. He never really agreed to it, being that he found it disgusting, but when she did it, he could only continue pounding her, too dumbfounded for words.

After this ordeal, Tommy jolted at something building up within his lower abdomen. Growling softly, Tommy could feel his own orgasm coming on, and as he increased in his motions of fucking her ass raw, he threw his head back in ecstasy, sweat flying from his hair to spray her bed with his scent, the scent of his mating frenzy.

Vanessa felt his muscle tense up, and she looked back in surprise to see his balls tighten up below his dick. Her gaze lifted to his face, watching him as he grinded his teeth. Surely he wouldn't, she thought. Surely he wouldn't just cum in her and not give her the pleasure of her own climax. After all this, he wouldn't just end their session with such a rash and mean action.

After a short while, Tommy started to slow down. "Good..." Vanessa sighed, and she used her own motions of the hips to help calm down his orgasm. But instead, he only painfully yanked his cock from her. Vanessa looked back in question, lifting a floppy ear to see what he was only doing. Before she knew it, a giant load of cum splashed against her face. As this happened, Vanessa also felt the salty taste of cum fill her mouth as well. She gagged on it, not expecting this at all. Squinting in pain, Vanessa rolled off to her side, lifting her paws to wipe and drool the cum from her eyes and mouth. She could only find cum on them as well. Tommy had ejaculated all over her.

"Tommy! What the hell? I told you I had to go to work in thirty minutes!" Vanessa yelped in anger, finally wiping away the cum from her eyes. She sat there on the bed, fur coated with his seed, her frown only visible by the layer of semen coupled over it.

Tommy just laughed. "Dammit Vanessa... I told you I was gonna fuck ya however I wanted when I started dating ya, thought you knew that?"

Vanessa could only cross her arms, growling under her breath. "I thought you'd give me the courtesy of not having to take a shower, and besides, you know I like it inside!" Vanessa spit the cum from her mouth in spite, wiping some away with her forearm. Her dirty rump squished and pushed up against the urine soaked sheets, droplets of their cum surrounding the yellow tainted mattress.

Tommy just shrugged, and shook his head. "That's what I love about you girl, you treat every yiff like business..." Tommy stepped off the bed to find his clothes. Luckily, he found that he wouldn't have to wash them. "Ah, there they are..."

Vanessa was visibly frozen with shock from that statement. Not because it offended her so much, but it might actually be true. She just sat there, rather traumatized by his words. Sure he was a jerk, sure he just ruined her hair and fur with his massive load of cum, but that didn't stop the bastard from being absolutely right. She did treat it like business.

Vanessa was in the same spot when he left, looking out to her window. Tommy only gave a "See ya" as recognition that he was leaving, and as the door slammed shut, she sighed in sadness, a soft sniffle emerging from her nostrils. She only could wonder at how a moment so blissful could end in tears.

-V&M-

Vanessa slowly made her way to the shower, paw holding onto her rear as she tried to recover from being pried open so wide. Sticking out her tongue, she giggled, the sore hole contracting back into a squint. She loved that feeling, only right now the thought of that anal session didn't really make her feel too good on the inside. On the contrary, she felt quite shitty in her choice of men. Once she found it no longer as wide as it was, she leaned down to turn on the hot water and then the cold, spinning the knobs to a balanced and warm level. Vanessa laid her glasses down on the side of the sink, stretching out a bit as relaxation started to fill her muscles, stretching out the tension within her.

Stepping under the shower, the cum started to immediately flow off her form, clumps of the dried semen falling with it. Looking to the clock, she cursed in anger. It was already 8:30. She was going to be late.

As she stood in the shower, lathering up the cum then flinging it away, Tommy's statement ran circles through her brain.

"That's what I love about you girl, you treat every yiff like business..."

Did she really? Was she really that dense, that whorish, to deny any actual feelings for him and just use him for sex. She did. She knew she did. Hell; that was why she entered the relationship.

Vanessa thought this kind of thinking could affect her work, so she put it out of mind and focused on keeping clean. She looked down over her body, examining what made her so attractive in the first place.

Vanessa was a rather tall furry, as most canine were. She stood well over six feet, and her entire apartment accommodated to that need of such room. As she took the washcloth over her body, she looked over her damp light brown fur, scrubbing out the dirty seed. She lifted her long tail up to wash off her ass hole, and then moved down to skim around her bow-legs, finally reaching her foot-paws. Vanessa only had four toes per foot-paw, as most her kind did, and a nice claw extended out against each. Hers were growing rather long; it'd be time for a trim soon. Lifting her hand-paws to wash them off, she looked over her five fingers, examining the claws on them as well. Damn, they'd need to be sharpened too. Vanessa winced as she thought about her bed frame. She then curiously looked down to her breasts. God they were a hassle. Carrying a Double D set of hooters was quite a task, and it didn't help that a store manager's eyes went bug-eyed every time she stepped into a store looking for a bra. She was fortunate enough, however, to carry a set of perky breasts, rather then ones that were saggy. Most men found this very attractive, and she smiled slightly reflecting on this. Most of the time she just went commando; she bought big enough button up shirts to where she didn't have to keep them stressed down. But, then again, if she became aroused, everyone noticed.

Her apartment was one of the most renowned Canine-centered buildings in the entire city, and the prices were quite steep for such a vast amount of room. Bunnies, skunks, and other such furres were rather small in stature, most standing at about 5'5 at max, a lot of them much smaller than that, however. Housing for most furries was separated into two groups, large and small. Scalies were a completely different matter. Their sizes could reach up to both tiny and monumental heights. Their housing basically depended upon a furry house's accommodations, and whether or not they fit. Most Furry housing, however, kept around the same price, but every so often the smaller Furres got a better deal from the economy. It seemed that tax cuts were always in the smaller's favor, using the excuse of their height to help their financial gain.

Stepping from the shower, she dried off her golden blonde hair, tints of brown residing within the amazing locks. Her hair was naturally beautiful, and it was one of her features that she loved the most. Lifting her glasses to her eyes, Vanessa looked to her hair, smiling happily as a piece drifted in front of her eyes, giving her the sexy look she liked.

It was more of a sexy librarian look. Vanessa worked in a very strict office environment, based in downtown. She sold a number of items and deals via the telephone, and unfortunately, her voice couldn't always seduce men into things like her figure did. It's not that she liked to seduce men into such acts, but thinking back on the many times she was told to "Fuck off," Vanessa would every so once and a while resort to lust-driven moans to get a buy. Thankfully, she was never caught, thanks to good old Max.

Vanessa smiled as she thought of Max. It would be good to see the bunny again. Max was one of her best friends; they had been placed into the same connected cubicle when she started work, and they quickly became fast buddies. Vanessa even thought of yiffing him from time to time, spending nights alone with her fingers and her maw biting a pillow. Unfortunately though, Vanessa had yiffed with bunnies before, and they really couldn't give the same pleasure as one of her species could. They were too small both in size and penis to really give satisfaction. Even the tongue was too small, which would be the last-resort alternative to a male bunny. One time, in aggravation of this, Vanessa had helped strap a female bunny with a big dildo to pound her with. She couldn't even lift the fake cock up, the poor thing.

Besides, Max was married, despite being 22, and she couldn't break that bond. She'd feel too guilty. That was one rule when she went out to get laid; never interfere with an existing relationship. It would usually end in tears. What Vanessa didn't realize until her recent yiffs with Tommy was that she was the one crying no matter who she yiffed. She was crying now, sniffling in reserved sorrow as she slowly clothed herself.

"God I'm lonely..." She stated, turning to get dressed.

-V&M-

Vanessa pulled onto the highway at a paced ease, and she looked to her watch curiously. She snorted, shaking her head, looking back to the road. She was already twenty minutes late, why rush more than she already had to? Punishment was going to be there anyways. Hopefully Max would cover for her.

Max knew of how sexually active Vanessa was, and really didn't judge her on it. He was always there to offer advice or to listen to stories about past lovers and yiffs. Sometimes, Vanessa questioned Max's sexuality a bit. The stuff she told him would turn any other male into a raging "Let me fuck you" box, repeating its established request over and over again. Max only asked questions and nodded, smiling to her when appropriate.

Max was also the only one to ever make Vanessa blush. She didn't understand why; she was experienced in many sexual acts, though when Max gave her flattery, she felt her cheeks grower redder then when she was a virgin. Vanessa recalled such an experience, smiling softly.

-V&M-

"God Max, I tell ya, he was the biggest equine I ever saw. And he had such a big dick too, but I swear on my mother's soul, he was terrible! Had no rhythm at all." Vanessa said to max. They both were enjoying sandwiches at the nearby deli, chomping down on separate meals.

Max smirked, lifting a brow at her. "Ah ha, so size doesn't matter! I'll tell ya darlin', you may judge us small un's by how short we are, but I'd bet you'd melt within a bunny's arms who could make a good lovin' to ya, maybe a romancin' too."

As if on cue, Vanessa blushed, lowering her head tenderly as she looked to him. "Like you Max?" She spoke in a soft whisper, hands cupped within her lap.

Then it was Max's turn. His face turned bright red. "N-no, not like me, I'mma just a sayin'..." He lifted a paw to stroke under his maw, turning from her, letting his auds fall to block the wandering eyes.

Vanessa did the same, squirming a bit in her seat as she smiled, her ears pulling back. "H-How is the wife...?"

"F-fine..."

"Tell me about her a bit; you never do..."

"Not much t-ta tell darlin'... Things are... Ok, they ain't real g-good right now..."

Vanessa sighed, reaching over to take Max's paw within hers. Thankfully, his furry fingertips gripped her hand in a reaction. She knew what that meant. There were troubles in their marriage, and she knew exactly why. Vanessa wanted to hold the poor guy, stroke along his fur and make him feel better. But, she kept by her rule, leaving those who were mated out from her tender reach. Except this grip on his paw was near-bypassing her rule. Her rule even exiled hugging, being that it made other females seem to think she was smothering the guy within her breasts, which she really couldn't help.

Max looked up to her with a smile. "Thanks..."

Vanessa smiled back, winking to him. "No problem..."

-V&M-

Vanessa frowned as she thought on Max's wife. Over the past few weeks, things seemed to be getting worse for Max. He was continually coming into work angry or depressed; the sound of his whining wife illuminating over his cell phone. To be honest, Max's wife was a total bitch. She had been pampered and treated as royalty ever since birth, and made no attempt to make money, prosper, have a baby with him, none of the acts a normal married couple would do. Instead, she left Max to work his ass of. She dressed like a total whore, and gave off a slut-attitude as well. Well, so did Vanessa, but only when it was appropriate. Maria on the other hand, flirted with men while Max was next to her, flaunted herself in front of Max, cussed him out for no real good reason, bitched over her cell phone to her daddy, and overall, just whined to Vanessa's bunny friend, who surprisingly usually had a chipper attitude about everything.

"Well, at least he's getting some..." Vanessa snorted with a chuckle, giving a turn signal to go left.

Vanessa had only met Maria only once, and right off the bat she didn't like how she treated Max.

-V&M-

"Vanessa!" Max waved to his friend and co-worker, his wife hooked within his arm. She was looking off somewhere else, scoping out different men within the office. When Max called out Vanessa's name, the female rabbit turned to give an ugly look at her. Vanessa noticed some key features about her at that point. Bad makeup, excessively prumed hair, long glitter littered nails, pink flip flops with pink short shorts to accompany them; all of this gave off a simple, ugly, image.

Stupid

Spoiled

Whore

Vanessa smiled and waved, ignoring the rude look, and approached them both, grinning cheerfully.

"This isa' me wife Mari-

Maria interrupted, "So this is tha hoe ya been fuckin' at work huh?"

Max groaned with exasperation, his fake smile turning to an angry frown. "Baby, this is one of me co-workers, we work in tha same cubicle, ya hear? I told'ja about this already..." Shaking his head, he looked back to Vanessa, mouthing 'sorry' to her.

Vanessa waited until Maria was back on her cell phone before she mouthed 'No problem,' to him, smirking slightly.

Max blushed, looking back to his wife. He really wasn't looking at her though, his eyes wandered in space. He was really thinking about Vanessa, and how much he liked her.

Vanessa was a bit red as well, looking to the floor until Maria addressed her again.

"So, ya help my boo with work huh?"

Vanessa nodded, "Y-yes, we both are pretty good friends. I think we make a good team."

"Tha fuck that mean? Team? Like a... What? Yiffin' team?"

Vanessa couldn't believe this girl; it seemed like every minute she was accusing Max of something. Now, Vanessa didn't like to talk down someone, she found it immoral and despicable, but seeing her friend with such a horrible person was getting to her nerves. She growled under her breath as Maria slapped Max on the head, cursing him out. Her hands curled into clenched fists, ready to just slug the bitch. Maria left in a storm, flipping open her cell phone to talk with some guy named Jebb. By the way she sounded over the phone; Vanessa knew she was cheating on Max. She herself used that voice to entice potential mates to meet with her.

Max watched her leave, sighing with such a crestfallen exhale of breath that Vanessa could almost cry. She wanted to hold him in her arms, tell him it was alright, and keep him warm. She wanted to purr in his ear, give him a little kiss, hug him until he melted. She wanted to push him against a wall, explore his mouth with her tongue, take hold of his ass.

She wanted to fuck him.

Vanessa jumped at her thoughts and quickly shook them away. Max had turned back to her at this point, and he looked up at her with a fake smile, Vanessa could tell.

"Ah, she's just inna' bad mood is all. She's usually bright an' cheery..."

Vanessa stared at him for a long time, lowering her gaze to the floor shortly after.

Max saw this doubt and nodded, "I know, I'mma lyin'..." He snorted with a chuckle. "Oh well, ya know?"

This really struck a chord in Vanessa's heart. She was all about sharing love friendship despite her sex life, to make those she thought of as cute and kind hearted feel warm and pleasured, and at the same time, pleasure herself as well. Seeing her best friend just give up, just forget everything about what makes him happy, and become this... slave to such a money-grubbing whore; it really made her tear up.

Max saw her tears, and he lifted a paw to wipe them away. She tried to hide the fact that she was crying, turning a bit away and wiping them away with her paw. Max only smiled. "Don't ya fret, I'll be a just fine... Hey, why don't ya go have some fun with that horse ya been tellin' me about, at yer gym... I bet he'd be a real good yiff."

Vanessa nodded, cupping her paw against his as she looked down to him. As he parted from her, she turned away, not looking back as she made her way down to the garage.

She left the office, skipped the gym, and went back home. That night she thought of Max all through out the night, sexually and lovingly. Her fingers pushed into her sex, her hips jolting upward as she moaned out his name. She bit on her lower lip, hitting her climax, twitching heavily as her orgasm washed over her. She fell against the bed, naked save a button up shirt she had been too feverish with lust to toss away.

After she caught her breath, Vanessa rolled onto her side, taking soft scents of her sweat within her nose. She wondered why the most unconventional things turned her on to Max, why when she thought of him, her blood felt as if it were about to boil, her heart about to explode, and her fur rose on end.

That was when she realized this simple fact; she was falling in love with him.