FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Author's note: This story, believe it or not, was inspired by a pair of pictures by Shiuk of a white bellhop bunny that I found on e621. I gave him a name, a boss, a place of employment, and someone to fuck him. Possibly multiple times. Perhaps Shuik and his fans will find a certain part near the end of the story funny. Enjoy!)

The off-season part of being in a vacation hotel was never as fun as it could be, but Adrian Ahira, the owner of Ahira Resort Hotel, seemed to manage just fine to quell boredom. He was a fairly tall, not to mention quite built, Komodo Dragon, shifting papers on his desk. Mainly reservations for the coming summer. "Going to have a fair bit of single men this summer," said the tall reptile, seemingly to the empty room.

"Mm-hm!" said a muffled voice from under his desk. Mr. Ahira leaned back, looking down at the white rabbit on his knees before him, lips wrapped around the lizard's thick length, bobbing his head slowly up and down.

Mr. Ahira chuckled, reaching down to rub gently behind Cole Poisson's ears. "I'm sure you're up for it, though." The rabbit churred, sending a ripple down the older male's thighs. Cole's red hat was slightly off-center, his big, deep scarlet eyes gazing up at his employer. "Are you sure you don't want a raise?" asked the resort owner, stroking along Cole's ear. The rabbit nodded. He always seemed so happy with his current income, insisting that Mr. Ahira needed stress relief, to which the older male was happy to receive. "Such a good boy," he crooned at the rabbit, smiling. He leaned forward again, letting out a soft sigh and resuming his work.

Through the front doors came in a tall wolf, who looked not unlike a football player. He was mainly dark grey, wearing a large white hoodie, black jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. Sean Grayson had never been here before, his blue eyes twinkling. Even in the off-season, this place was beautiful. Pulling a wheeled suitcase behind him, he stepped up to the front desk, where a manager smiled. "Good afternoon!" she said.

"Hello," he replied. "Sean Grayson. I'm a day early, but I have a reservation." The manager flipped through a small book on a clipboard, thumbing through some names.

Stopping on one, she nodded. "I see you here. Excuse me for a moment, though, I need to call the owner of the hotel." Sean nodded, stepping away to have a seat on a bench. The woman pressed a button on the phone on her desk.

Up on the top floor (the hotel had fifteen), was Mr. Ahira's office. If one were to walk into the front door, they'd see Mr. Ahira leaning back in his leather wingback armchair, a pair of rabbit ears bouncing in and out of sight behind the desk. He was panting, fingers gripping the arms, as Cole slurped over his thick meat. A loud buzz made him jump slightly, and he blinked. "Slow down a little," he whispered to Cole, who obeyed, Mr. Ahira rubbing behind his ear again. The lizard pressed a button on his speaker. "Yes?" he said.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Ahira, but a customer has arrived. He has a reservation, but he's here a day early. His name is Sean Grayson."

Briefly, Mr. Ahira sifted through a few papers, finding the right one. "Ah, yes. Mr. Grayson reserved us for seven days. It's funny. We work on a tropical island, it's pretty much always summer, and yet we get very few customers during this part of the year. At most, one a month." He ran his fingers across the back of Cole's neck, making the rabbit churr again. "Mmph... I'll send Cole down in five minutes. Please ask Mr. Grayson to wait. It's the off-season, and we don't have a lot of reservations, so we'll let him have his entire stay here." He pressed a button on the speaker again, looking down at Cole. "You'd better put a rush on it," he said to the white rabbit, who grinned around the dark flesh in his mouth.

Back on the first floor, the desk woman hung up her phone, moving around her desk and up to Sean. "You'll be allowed to stay tonight along with the following seven days, Mr. Grayson," she told him, smiling. Sean nodded, smiling back politely. "The bellhop will be down in five minutes to take your bags. He was talking with Mr. Ahira when you got here."

Sean glanced about. "Yeah, I noticed that the place is a bit empty. Probably the reason I wanted to come by this time of the year. Not a big fan of crowds," he added, looking sheepish. The woman smiled, leaning forward and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I understand. That's why I tend to stick around this time of the year myself. That, and I live nearby." She giggled. "Myself, Mr. Ahira, the chef, and Cole, the bellhop, all live on the island." Her hand wandered slightly down his arm, to his bicep. The wolf moved subtly, twitching away from her touch. A soft ding sounded, and they both turned. The private elevator opened and Cole stepped out, smiling. The woman stepped over to Cole, winking at him in passing. "All yours," she whispered.

Cole smiled a little wider, walking up to Sean, who looked relieved about something. "Hello, sir. May I take your bags?" The wolf nodded, and Cole grabbed the wheeled bag and the tote bag Sean had. The rabbit nearly skipped over to the desk, accepting a keycard. "You'll be on room 713, on the seventh floor," he read on the card, and they walked over to the elevator, stepping inside and pressing the number 7. "You staying long?" asked Cole curiously.

Sean nodded. "Yep. I got here a day earlier than I was supposed to."

"Oh, I heard. I was in Mr. Ahira's office when Maya, the desk woman, called." Cole stood a bit too the side and ahead of Sean, his black pants fitting a bit tightly to his legs. Sean found his eyes trailing along the rabbit's thighs and up along the curve of his rear. "Here we are!" exclaimed Cole cheerily, as the elevator dinged again, the doors sliding open. This snapped Sean out of his small trance, following Cole down the hallway, though he still found himself gazing down at a nice pair of butt cheeks. In fact, he was so entranced, he nearly ran right into the shorter male when he stopped. "Room 713," said Cole, pushing the keycard into its receiver and turning to Sean with a smile, opening the door and bowing.

"Oh, thanks," he stammered, clearing his throat and walking into the room, coughing. It wasn't the penthouse suite, but it was very nice. A single, large bed, minibar with key, a bathroom. "Damn, this place is better than my apartment. Not as many rooms, though."

"And I bet you'd go through the booze in the minibar faster," giggled Cole teasingly, setting Sean's tote bag onto the bed. Sean turned to him.

"Thanks for carrying my bag," he said, reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. Cole lifted a hand, shaking his head.

"No, it was my pleasure, sir," said the smaller rabbit, looking up at the athletic wolf with those large, scarlet eyes of his. "'Service with a smile'. That is this hotel's motto. As it is mine." He bowed a bit lower, stepping forward. "Though... It is getting a little late, and I'll bet you'll want some dinner." The rabbit took the larger, grey hand in his own, lifting it and placing something in Sean's hand. "If you want something... Off-menu... Ask for the Poisson Special'," whispered Cole, rising up onto the tips of his toes and sticking his tongue out, barely managing to brush the tip against Sean's chin.

Sean stood still in the middle of the room, even as Cole left it, the door clicking as it closed, staring at the knob. After a few moments, he looked down at his hand, gazing at a flat, purple package he was clutching. The wolf's lips curled, and he walked slowly over to the sliding glass door, pulling it open and stepping out onto the balcony, looking out at the horizon, the evening sun dipping down slowly. It was getting redder by the moment. "I'm gonna enjoy my week here," he said.

Back downstairs, Maya, the desk clerk, looked up at the elevator dinged again, spotting Cole. "Oh, I figured he'd have taken the special' the moment you offered it," she teased, reaching over to give the rabbit's ear a playful tug.

Cole blushed, batting at her hand half-heartedly. "Oh, stop it," he said, though he was giggling.

"You were slightly more obvious than the last time you offered the special, right?" she asked. "Remember, Poisson also means--"

"'Fish' in French. I know," interrupted Cole, pouting. "Come on, I do learn some things from experience."

"Like knowing when not to clench?" she teased again. Cole pouted again, crossing his arms. At that moment, the phone rang. Maya picked it up. "Front desk." There was a pause for a few moments. "Oh, fantastic choice, Mr. Grayson. I'll have it ready for you in five minutes." She looked to Cole, resting her elbow on the desk and, in turn, her head on the heel of her palm. "You're on, bunny boy."

Sean had pulled off his hoodie and undershirt, revealing a very toned, very white, underbelly, spreading along his abdomen and chest, stopping short of his pelvis. He was sitting on his bed, looking nervous, but excited. Five minutes went by slowly, and he shifted from sitting, standing, pacing, and sitting again. At one point, he actually pulled a digital camera out of his bag and slipped it under his pillow. Finally, there was a knock on his door and he stood, walking over and pulling it open.

"Room service," giggled Cole, licking his lips at the sight of the shirtless wolf before him, then pushing in a tray with a round, silver cover on it. Once the door was closed, Cole lifted the cover, revealing to Sean an assortment of different tubes of lubricant and a small pile of purple packages, like the one Cole had given Sean. "You look nervous," observed Cole, giggling. "Don't worry, Mr. Grayson, I won't bite. Unless you want me to," he added, his voice dropping an octave as he stepped forward, hooking a finger under Sean's waistband and pulling him slightly, smirking up at the wolf.

Sean gulped, heart beating a bit more firmly than it had been five minutes ago. "N-no, that'll... That's alright." He was stammering like a teenager talking to the girl next door for the first time.

Cole giggled. For as big as Sean was, Cole had expected much more confidence and bravado. It was cute how nervous the man was. "Well, sit down, and we'll get started, shall we?" he said, motioning to the bed. Sean walked backwards, falling onto the mattress and gulping again. Cole suppressed another giggle. "Relax, Mr. Grayson," cooed the white rabbit, pulling the cart close so he could access it easily. Cole lowered himself onto his knees in front of Sean, placing his hands on the wolf's inner thighs. He heard the unmistakable sound of a tail thumping on the mattress behind Sean.

The rabbit looked down from Sean's face, taking hold of his zipper and tugging it down, then reached inside, fishing out a still partly-flaccid and pink tower of flesh. It looked quite large already. Perhaps Sean's excitement had, well, excited him. Cole suppressed a giggle, wrapping thin fingers around the meat before him and leaned forward, running an equally pink tongue from tip to base. Sean's back arched, toes curling into the floor. Cole's cotton tail was wiggling madly, his scarlet eyes looking up again. Sean's head had fallen back, and he let out a deep, pleasured growl. The rabbit grinned, moving his head to the underside of the thick length and kissed the base where a knot was already starting to form.

Sean was in heaven, tail wagging madly, his breath catching in his throat at every action the rabbit took, even if he had barely started. Cole's fingers stroked slowly up and down the length of Sean's member, feeling every inch get firmer by the moment. He squeezed a little more firmly, making Sean grip the bedsheets. Again, Cole heard that deep, pleased growl. Cole's tail wiggled even faster at that. Perfect.

Cole leaned down, kissing the very tip of the thick length, then parted his lips, jaw following suit as he sunk further down. Inch by inch, right down to the knot, which had expanded to the point where Cole could not open his mouth far enough, and he pulled back again slowly, looking up at Sean once more with those big, red eyes of his.

A soft glint caught Cole's eye and he glanced at the pillow. A smirk played across his lips around the light-colored flesh in his mouth. Cole pulled back, off of the hard shaft, kissing the tip once more. "Mm, you have a camera?" he asked. Sean started, blinking down at Cole, who was smiling, stroking his length with a hand. "How much memory is on it?"

"Uh, it... A-all of it, I think," replied Sean, glancing at the pillow as well. "It's brand new, so..." He'd actually forgotten he had the camera for a few moments, reaching out to grab it and turn it on. Cole watched, idly stroking him. "A gig and a half of memory."

"Ooh, that should be a fair bit of pictures, then," said Cole excitedly, his body practically quivering. "Oh, does it also have video?"

"Y-yeah," said Sean, clicking through the menu. It was becoming steadily more difficult to concentrate, what with Cole being very active with his hands. "Standard definition, though."

"Hee," giggled Cole. "Well, be something to brag about to your buddies back home, then." The rabbit smirked, wrapping his lips one again around Sean's length. The wolf groaned, clicking the button to take a picture, Cole's left eye closed in a wink. Cole churred around the pink flesh in his mouth, making Sea groan a bit louder. Once again pulling off of Sean's length, he licked his lips. "Mm, try not to use all your memory on the first night. The Poisson Special can be ordered at any time during your stay." Cole deemed that Sean had enough teasing, since there was now a thick vein practically pulsing along the base, and reached over to the tray, picking up a purple packet and ripping it open with his teeth. Sean watched in anticipation, turning the camera to video recording.

Cole looked up at Sean, who smiled. The rabbit didn't need to ask if he was recording video. Cole rolled a condom down the length of Sean's shaft, down to the knot, where he stretched the rubber to wrap around that, as well. These condoms were specially made, tightened at the beginning and end of the knot for a more conformed fit. Cole giggled, reaching over to grab a bottle of lube, and popped the top, pouring a fair amount onto the Sean's tip. Not too much, though. Didn't want Sean to feel like he was thrusting into nothing, after all. Making the wrapped-up shaft nice and glistening, Cole stood, turning his back on Sean and hooking his thumbs under his own waistband.

Slowly, the pair of black, pressed pants were pulled down, over the curve of Cole's rear, down his thighs, and falling in a heap at his heels. Cole was bent forward, looking back at Sean, whose length was visibly twitching. The rabbit backed up, jutting his butt out at Sean. "Mmm... Do me a favor and lube me up, too, won't you?" Sean complied, but not in a way Cole had expected. The wolf gripped Cole's butt cheek, thumb spreading pink, wrinkled flesh. The rabbit shuddered, looking over his shoulder to see Sean running his long tongue across his tailhole. "Nnnhh." Cole's tail wiggled madly, and his fingers ran down his own belly to his groin, wrapping around his own, rather thick in its own right, shaft. "Not what I meant, but I'm not complaining," said Cole, giggling.

Sean rumbled gently, sending vibrations up Cole's spine and making it arch even further, if possible. The wolf raised the camera, snapping a picture of himself, his tongue dipped low, raking in between a pair of white butt cheeks. Cole had to laugh. "I haven't seen it yet, but I know that's a keeper," said Cole, straightening up and reaching back to scratch gently behind Sean's ear. "Let's get to the main course of this dinner, shall we?" Cole walked around the bed, climbing up on top of it and spreading out like a model. He was still wearing his red vest and hat. Sean wasn't complaining as he moved around himself, kicking his jeans away. Cole gave a pose, lifting a leg and presenting his butt and hard length at Sean with a coy smirk, scarlet eyes half-lidded.

Sean couldn't resist; he snapped a picture of this pose. Oh, yes, this was going to look nice in his personal folder. Cole wiggled his toes at the wolf, who climbed up onto the bed with the rabbit, lubricated tower of flesh twitching in anticipation. Switching the camera to video again, he grasped Cole's thigh, placing it on his hip. Sean grasped his thick length, directing it towards the pink, puckered star. As the tip pressed against the opening, Sean moved the camera up, focused on Cole's face. Cole's eyes closed and his arms raised, grasping the headboard as Sean pushed in, every inch making the rabbit's grip tighten. Sean was surprised the wood didn't crack.

Angling the camera back down and focusing on the penetration again, he watched as the last inch up to the knot spread the rabbit. "God," gasped Cole, and Sean moved the camera back up again, to the rabbit's face. "Can't wait to feel that knot," he said, smiling widely at the camera.

Sean chuckled softly, grasping Cole's leg again and hoisting him up to turn him on his side. Slowly, his hips began to move, slowly at first. The wolf seemed to be getting into his stride, Cole reasoned, head tossed back as he let out a soft squeak of pleasure. It was so high-pitched; it made Sean's ears twitch. Still, he was going fairly slow and steady, wanting to enjoy every minute since, after all, they had all night.

Cole didn't have to wait too long, for Sean's instincts to breed were slowly starting to kick in. For every few slow thrusts was a quick one that made Cole bounce and squeak. "Haahhh..." Very soon, Sean seemed to give in to his natural instincts a bit, fingers gripping Cole's thigh as his hips moved a little faster. Now Cole was being bounced more steadily, feeling the bed rock ever so slightly beneath them. Soon, Sean turned off the camera, setting it aside and pausing very briefly to lift up Cole's other leg, placing it on his free thigh. Leaning forward, Sean placed his hands on either side of Cole's body, looming over the small rabbit.

A predator had finally captured his prey.

With Cole's legs wrapped tightly around Sean's waist, the wolf pulled his legs up, supporting his body on the balls of his feet and palms, thrusting straight down into Cole, each buck threatening to lodge that thick knot into the rabbit's tight confines. Cole himself was in ecstasy, gripping the bars of the headboard. It wasn't too long, but almost too soon in Cole's opinion, when Sean pulled back, almost out of the rabbit completely, then slammed back in, a very audible pop indicating that Sean's knot had entered.

But he wasn't done yet. While Sean's thrusts had become short, only about an inch back and forth, they had also become very fast. The knot was pressed right up against Cole's prostate, sending him into a state of "Fucked Silly". The bed beneath them creaked and groaned, Cole squeaked and moaned, and Sean... Well, Sean was breeding. Even with the lube, it would be difficult for Sean to pull out the knot when it came time, as if he wanted to right now.

"I'm coming!" cried Cole, and sure enough, a near stream of white, thick, sticky seed splashed onto his face, belly and chest, contrasting with his red vest. At about the same time, Sean sat up. Seemed he had his mind still, gripping Cole's thighs with both hands and tugging back. If he hadn't been lubed up beforehand, this would have been even more difficult, not to mention very painful. The knot popped out again, and Sean pulled off the condom, picked up camera and moved forward. Cole, taking Sean's camera, gripped the wolf's now bared shaft, and jerked it quickly, opening his mouth wide, his tongue hanging out.

Cole didn't have to wait long, for thick ropes of Sean's own seed shot onto the rabbit's face, neck, and into his mouth. The rabbit took several pictures of even the impact of one right above his left eye, making him close it for the next shot. Finally, Sean was done, and he fell back onto the bed, panting heavily. Cole set the camera to video, aiming it at Sean, who grinned and pulled up two fingers in a "V" for Victory sign. "Send a message to your buddies back home, Mr. Grayson," said Cole.

Sean leaned forward, smirking. "Hey, guys. Enjoying winter holidays? I know I am." He angled the camera down, showing Cole's body. Cole turned the camera back to his face.

"You could have this too, if you reserve a room at Ahira Resort Hotel, endorsed by Bunny Boi Lube, for all your bunny-fucking needs." Cole would have winked, but there was a rope of seed over his eye. He kept a wide grin for a few moments before breaking it, giggling madly and turning the camera off again, letting his arms fall. "God..."

Sean was laughing himself, though he was panting. "Heheh... Heh... Haaahhh... The guys will be so jealous," he said, head falling back and eyes closing, hands rubbing gently over Cole's thighs.

"Hee, bring them around next time. Who said I can't be shared?" asked Cole, sitting up and rubbing a soft foot over Sean's shaft. "Mm... What say you we shower and order some real food?"

Sean smirked, tickling Cole's toes. "Only if you join me for dessert."

Cole swung his legs over the side of the bed, stroking Sean's chin. "Is that camera waterproof?"