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Meer dan Vrienden

(More than Friends)

by 12 as Lukos

Even outside, the warm night air thrummed with the heavy bass beat of house music. It was exactly the kind of chest-pounding, energetic rhythm that makes anyone in earshot jump along, sprinkled liberally with catchy synth hooks and embellished with colorful flashing lights. The atmosphere inside the large room was electric. People of every species were jumping as one, their united footfalls totally inaudible above the incredible sound of the enormous speakers on the high-vaulted ceiling and the stage, which was backlit by a vibrant and ever-changing display of color on a large screen. Behind a large booth on that stage, a DJ jumped energetically with the audience, paws pumping in the air, encouraging his fans as the myriads of lights around him flashed blue and green.

It was precisely the atmosphere Dhani had hoped for when he walked into the building.

It had been many years since the grey rabbit had returned to his hometown of Amsterdam. He had left the Netherlands when he was only twelve years old to attend school in the United States. Now, eight years later, he found himself spending a summer walking the streets he knew in his kithood.

It was always such a thrill to meet old friends. He wasn't sure he'd ever get tired of watching the excited realization come over their faces when he ran into them and they realized who he was. Today, however, had been rather devoid of friends and fun things to do. With most of his friends busy or somehow unreachable, he had spent his day riding his bicycle around the city. Though it had been so long, everything seemed so very familiar, and incredibly nostalgic: a few old shops where he used to love getting sweets still stood, and shopkeepers who recognized him supplied him with bags of his favorites; the unique architecture, his favorite bridge over Keizersgracht canal, all of it was just how he remembered leaving it, though maybe a little busier.

He was impressed with how easily people seemed to recognize him. He figured he looked different enough that people who hadn't seen him for almost a decade would at least need a double-take, but so far everyone recognized him right away. Then again, he figured he shouldn't be too surprised. He had the same grey fur. His black hair was still spiky, even though it was a little longer now. He had the same blue eyes and slim swimmer's build, though now his build was far more developed and toned than it had been eight years ago.

By evening, he had tired of riding aimlessly around the city and chewing on sweets and pastries, and his uncle, with whom he was staying, had gone away for the week. Naturally, he had not been allowed into nightclubs when he was twelve, but now that he was twenty he'd get to explore a part of Amsterdam he had not yet seen.

With no interest in the globally-infamous red light district, Dhani had his smartphone take him to this little place downtown after stopping at home for a shower and a change of clothes: a clean, snug white T-shirt and a pair of black jeans, as well as his favorite cologne. As soon as he walked in, he knew he would love it. He had gone clubbing in the 'States before, and while he loved it, he could easily have done without the rap music that often blared through the speakers. Dhani was an electronic fan through and through, and in his humble opinion there was no place for it like Amsterdam.

The rabbit was just about to join the crowd when a paw grabbed him on the back and spun him around. He found himself staring into the face of a very handsome, very familiar Dobermann. His ears automatically lowered, and he took a step back, but then the canine grinned.

"Dhani! Hoe gaat het man?" he asked in Dutch. Speaking Dutch regularly again was still strange for Dhani. Having been in the U.S. for so long, his brain automatically seemed to expect English words. He quickly translated the sentence in his head, flipping his mental switch to listen for Dutch words instead of English ones.

"I'm doing great!" he shouted back in Dutch above the music. "Do I know you?"

"Of course you do!" the Dobermann yelled. "It's Koenraad!"

Dhani's eyes widened. If he had left Amsterdam when he was twelve, he hadn't seen Koenraad since he was ten. Koenraad, or Koen, as he was better known, had been Dhani's very best friend until he had to move quite suddenly to the United States due to an equally sudden divorce between his parents. That was two years before Dhani had moved. Not knowing his new address or phone number, Koenraad had had to say goodbye to Dhani, to Holland, and to everything and everyone he had known.

So far, Dhani had enjoyed the looks of shock as people he hadn't seen in years recognized him. Now was his turn to react that way.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Koen yelled. Dhani's mouth was agape. He quickly closed it as he jumped onto his friend and gave him a huge hug with arms and legs. "KOEN!" he shouted. "I never thought I'd see you again!"

The dog laughed, returning the embrace until Dhani put his footpaws back on the floor. "Likewise! Man, you look great! Just like I remember you, but... older!"

"What?"

Koen shook his head and grabbed Dhani's arm, pulling him toward the side of the dance floor. There was a tall door there, spotless glass with a sleek metal handle, that led into a hallway lit with dim, warm lighting and lined with smaller, wooden doors. Dhani stumbled along behind his long-lost friend as Koen unlocked one of the wooden doors with an ID card and pulled him inside.

Dhani looked around. The place looked just like a bedroom. An enormous king-size bed sat in the center of the room and against the wall, and soft-looking leather armchairs combined with clean, contemporary decor made the place feel more like a luxury condominium than a room in a club.

Koen flopped into one of the armchairs, grinning as he eased to the side and hung a leg over one of the cushioned arms. "Sorry about that. We've got to have the volume up, you know. "Come, sit!"

Dhani noticed Koen's snug, black shirt. It said "Veiligheid" on it in bold, white letters on the front and the back--or "Security" in English.

"You work here!" Dhani observed. "Man, Koen, how long has it been? I didn't think I was ever going to see you again!"

"Yeah, me either. I came back here a couple years ago, when I turned eighteen and could finally get away from my mom. I'd hoped to find you, but Jouke and the others told me you moved to the U.S. as well."

"He was right," nodded Dhani. "I'm just back for the summer."

"Shoot, just the summer? Well we'll have to hang out, and keep in touch when you leave, yeah?"

"You bet!"

Koen slowly stood up. "I know. Come to my place tomorrow. We'll hang out all day, I'll show you what's changed."

Dhani smiled and pushed his paws into his pockets. "Sounds good to me." That shirt was so tight on Koen. It showed off the definition in his chest and abs. Then again, the other security officers had tight shirts too. Dhani figured it must have been something the club did to attract more female patrons.

Koen chuckled and walked forward, wrapping Dhani up in another hug. "It's really great to see you, you know that?"

Dhani smiled, removing one paw from his pocket to return the embrace with one arm. "You too. You look great!"

"I look great? Look at you, you look great! All in shape and everything."

"Tch," Dhani scoffed, breaking the hug and looking up into his face. "I'm in shape? Check you out, looking all sexy with your security shirt showing you off like that!"

"Heh, sexy?"

Dhani gasped and covered his mouth. That was one thing he hadn't intended to bring up with Koen or anyone else. Down in the U.S., Dhani had found out that he was bisexual. Now, in his excitement, something he had been thinking somewhere in the back of his mind had jumped forward. There was no way to call it a mistake either; his automatic reaction told the whole story. He stood there awkwardly, staring into Koen's eyes, unable to tell whether or not he had just wrecked his relationship with Koen before it had even had the chance to rekindle.

His face unreadable, the doberman grabbed Dhani by the shoulders. Not sure what to expect, the rabbit shut his eyes tightly, flinching automatically from whatever punishment was about to come his way.

He was shocked to feel a pair of lips pressed against his own. His eyes snapped open. Koenraad was kissing him--on the mouth. Surprised, he almost pushed the Dobermann away, but suddenly his heart jumped into his throat. Koen was kissing him! On the mouth! He had been kissed before, but why did he suddenly feel like the Dobie had grabbed his stomach and tied it in a knot?

He stared into Koen's eyes as they kissed. They were soft, understanding, friendly. He suddenly noticed Koen's paws sliding slowly down his back. When had he put them there?

Did it matter?

Dhani's tongue moved first. It flicked gently forward as Koen gently parted his lips. Koen's tongue was wide and soft, and it pressed lightly against Dhani's in greeting before brushing past and beginning to explore the bunny's warm mouth.

The paws were at his lower back now. Dhani figured in the back of his mind that they would stop there, but they didn't. They continued moving lower. A light blush painted Dhani's face as they followed the perfect curve of his rear. He let out a soft gasp as they suddenly gave his buns a firm squeeze, inadvertently breaking the kiss.

"You're sexy," countered Koen.

Dhani was just about to reply, or rather try to think of a reply, when Koen suddenly leaned down and grabbed Dhani by the backs of his thighs. He found himself lifted up into the position he was in when he first greeted his friend, arms wrapped around his neck, legs wrapped around his waist. He gasped sharply as Koen's paws found his butt one more time, and he found himself pulled into another kiss. This one was less tender than the first. Koen dove in quite eagerly, his tongue slipping forward without permission into Dhani's mouth, his paws squeezing and massaging Dhani's soft buns, eliciting soft murrs and mews from the bunny's mouth as he tried to keep up. This was all happening so fast for Dhani, but he couldn't bring himself to stop it. As fast as it was going, he didn't want it to stop.

The blush on his face got a little deeper as Koen's paws moved slightly upward to slip down the back of his pants. Just how far was the Dobermann planning to go? He felt his pants slipping downward, exposing his so far virgin behind to the cool air of the room.

"Ah-- wait!" Dhani protested suddenly, pulling his head back from the kiss.

Koen's ears perked, and he stared at Dhani with a look of concern. "I'm not going too far, am I?" he asked.

Dhani blushed, but he shook his head. His strong rabbit legs remained wrapped around Koen, but he removed his arms from around his neck, letting the Dobie hold him as he reached down toward his own waist. "My belt," he said. Quickly, he unbuckled it and pulled it from his snug black jeans, tossing it aside. Koen's soft chuckle was like music. It made Dhani's heart pound.

"W-whoa, hey! Oof!" Dhani suddenly found himself powerbombed onto the plush, pillow-strewn king-sized bed. He couldn't remember feeling a bed so soft before. He looked up at Koenraad, his best friend from his kithood. The dog was eyeing him up and down with a somewhat hungry look. Dhani lay prostrate beneath him, staring up into his handsome face. He felt vulnerable, truly vulnerable--and he was loving it.

Slowly, Koen reached down to his waist, grabbing the hem of his tight, black security T-shirt and peeling it upward, tugging it off over his head and tossing it aside. Dhani's mouth watered at the sight of Koen's toned, cream-colored torso, the lovely contrast between it and the rich, chocolate color that covered everything else except for his paws, neck, and the underside of his muzzle. His visible abs and firm-looking pectorals, his slim waist, all of it was causing quite a stir between Dhani's legs. He hadn't noticed how snug his jeans were around the crotch either. A bulge was easily spotted where the pants helped carry his junk, even as with his eyes directly meeting Dhani's, he tugged off his belt and unbuttoned the last of his outer garments.

Leaving the jeans to rest around his waist, and with a soft, somewhat predatory growl that caused a shiver to run up Dhani's spine, Koen crawled forward onto the bed, his eyes locked on Dhani's, a mischevious grin on his face. Koen was fully intent on ravaging him, Dhani realized. Was he really about to just lay here and let him?

That precautionary thought left him the moment Koen kissed him again. How did Koen do that? How did Koen make him feel like he could float into the air every time he kissed him? This kiss was more intense, more passionate as the dog's paws began to explore Dhani's body. Slowly, they slipped beneath his shirt, feeling his own toned torso. Dhani was proud of how he looked, and while he lacked bulk, he was not short on muscle. The low rowl that Koen emitted from his throat showed that the Dobermann approved.

Dhani was getting into this. His heart was still pounding, and he was starting to pant, but he had nothing to complain about. His own paws reached forward slowly, as though touching something sacred, lightly resting on Koen's hips. Koen was just about laying on top of Dhani now, the rabbit's body between his strong legs. Dhani's paws began to rub upward, feeling his bare torso, the muscles on his back and his sides. It must have taken work, he thought vaguely. Koen must work out.

His paws began to slide downward, and further forward, cupping and squeezing a nice, firm, round pair of butt cheeks. Not only did Koen have a great body, but he had an amazing butt. He made a mental note to ask Koen to let him have his own fun with it sometime, but right now he had a feeling that Koen was more interested in having his way with him.

He proved to be right. He had been so focused on touching Koen that he had failed to notice his own jeans sliding the rest of the way down his slender hips. He instantly blushed deeper; only a pair of tight, black briefs separated Koen from his goal--and not for long. With soft grunt, the dog almost immediately let go of the jeans and reached back up for the underwear, making Dhani lift his hips so Koen could push them down his thighs to where the jeans were. He gently broke the kiss with a soft, handsome smile that made Dhani melt happily into the bed as he was disrobed. All he had now was his shirt, which had somehow ended up bunched around his chest.

Nerves started to creep back to him Koen stood up straight. "You like my butt, huh?" he asked suddenly. Dhani didn't know why the question caused him to jump, like a cub caught stealing candy from the candy jar.

"W-what?" he asked.

"Oh don't play like that, I felt you feeling it up," he grinned. Slowly, he turned around, his back facing Dhani. The bunny watched as the Dobie leaned forward just a little, arching his back inward and perking his rump for Dhani's enjoyment. He spread his footpaws by a foot or slow and slowly lowered his jeans and his underwear at the back.

His rump was clearly firm and tight, with a round, muscular pair of cheeks that Dhani badly wanted to grab. The short, sleek fur and stubby little take made it look that much more enticing as Koen gave himself a little spank right across the right cheek, causing it to bounce enticingly. "Like it?"

"Oh, you bet," said Dhani, trying to contain himself.

Slowly, Koen turned around. His underwear still hid his genitals from view, but there was no mistaking the large tent in front of him. "Even so," he smirked, his thumbs hooking the front of his own snug, camoflauge-patterned briefs, "you can play with it another time. This is your night." Slowly, he leaned forward, pulling his jeans and underwear down and stepping out of him, leaving himself completely naked in front of the awed bunny. As his cock sprung free, it flung a small shot of precum onto the Dhani's stomach. His eyes widened slightly, and he flushed with desire at the sight of his long-lost friend, naked, toned, incredibly sexy, standing over him.

Koen chuckled and grabbed Dhani's thighs once more, lifting and spreading his legs wide apart. Dhani felt more vulnerable than ever now, laying almost naked in front of a clearly horny canine, his cock throbbing with need against his belly, balls begging to release their load. Even so, there was no way he was about to call this off. He found himself very much looking forward to whatever Koen had in store for him.

The first touch of Koen's paw to his bare cock made him jump. The dog's surprisingly soft paw pads were warm, but not as warm as Dhani's cock, and he wasn't used to being touched there. Koen was gentle, however, giving it a few firm strokes as he leaned down to gently kiss Dhani again.

This was surreal. Not half an hour ago, Dhani had simply walked into the club to dance the night away by himself. Now, he was being positively molested by someone he had not seen in ten years. Oh, did he want it. He couldn't explain it, but he wanted Koen to have his way with him, to lick him, to grope him, to pound him, to do whatever he needed to do to send them both into ecstasy.

When Koen broke the kiss, his paw went flat against Dhani's junk. Dhani could feel his palm pressing against his throbbing member, his fingers curling lightly around his soft, full balls. That somehow took a backseat, however, as the canine's wide, wet tongue began to stroke across his collarbone, sending shivers once again down his spine. The wet tongue trailed downward until it found his chest. It flicked playfully against one pert nipple. The sensation was strange, but it made Dhani squirm eagerly, letting out a soft whimper of pleasure.

The tongue flicked over and around the little nub, and Dhani's cock pulsed eagerly below. As it did, Dhani saw Koen reach his paw up toward his face. His mind's immediate reaction was confusion, especially when the dog poked gently at his mouth with a pair of fingers. Dhani only did what came naturally: he opened his mouth a little and licked gently at the digits, but that was not what Koen was after.

The fingers pressed forward, slipping into the bunny's warm, wet mouth, brushing against his soft tongue. They tasted faintly of soap; at least Koen had recently washed his paws. There was no time to worry about that, however. Koen's tongue had switched to the other nipple, making Dhani squirm further with the pleasant tingles.

After a couple minutes of this, Dhani found out why Koen had put his fingers into his mouth. He pulled them out slowly, giving them a single, soft stroke against Dhani's tongue before disappearing from Dhani's view. He did feel them again, however, in a place he didn't expect them to.

The bunny's slender back arched with surprise at the pressure at his tight, virgin pucker. He could feel the wetness and slickness of the very pair of digits he had been sucking on moments ago. They had slipped gently between his cheeks, and one was pressing lightly against his most private of places, slowly coaxing it open, worming its way inside him.

"A-ah!" he gasped. "K-koen, wait!"

"Shh, it's okay," soothed Koen, leaning up to give him another gentle kiss. "Just relax."

As they kissed, Dhani tried to relax, but he couldn't help the discomfort as the wet finger began stretching him open. He could feel every centimeter as it sunk deeper and deeper into it. It felt impossibly big. How would Dhani's cock ever fit inside him?

He almost asked Dhani to stop when the second digit slid inside him. After awhile of probing and pumping, the first finger had managed to wiggle in up to the knuckle, but a second one? He started to pant as he felt himself stretch further to accomodate the second digit. Koen really was being gentle, and his incredible tongue had worked its way down to his throbbing cock. He moaned as it lapped at its sensitive tip, cleaning it of precum while causing more to ooze onto its pink, wet surface.

Shortly, however, the discomfort disappeared, and Dhani's soft, breathy moans filled the room as the fingers gently explored where nothing else had ever been. Then, all of a sudden, they disappeared. Dhani's eyes snapped open, and he lifted his head to look questioningly at Koen. The dog was staring at his paw, a little smirk on his face. "You know what," he said, "I think I'm done with the fingering."

"W-what?" Dhani asked, still panting lightly for breath. "Why?"

Koen's eyes shifted from his paw to Dhani's face, and a mischievous grin appeared on his own face that made Dhani blush crimson. The dog's only response was to grab Dhani's hips and turn him over onto his stomach. Dhani gasped, feeling a paw between his thighs, grabbing at his balls and his cock, which was now aching, forcing him to lift his hips upward and spread his legs wide. He thought he would turn into a puddle as he felt the warm, wet tongue press between his cheeks. He sighed in pleasure, releasing a somewhat louder moan of bliss, trying to resist the urge to grind against the bed with Koen's paw on his cock, but then the paw moved.

Dhani let out a sharp gasp as he suddenly felt a stinging slap on his right butt cheek, then another on his left. His back arched inward as he felt the strong paws grabbing them, squeezing them, spreading them apart, squishing together, all while that tongue--that wonderful tongue--eagerly lapped at his tight hole. Dhani grabbed hold of a nearby pillow, biting down on it as the incredible sensation of his first rimjob turned his limbs to jelly.

For another five minutes or so, Dhani moaned and writhed on the bed, biting down on the pillow to keep himself from crying out too loudly as Koen vigourously ate him out. When he finally surfaced for air, paws still performing their amazing massage on his soft cheeks, he grinned down at Dhani.

"I love bunny butt," he said. "Mmm, so soft and round...." He delivered another firm slap, appreciating the bounce of the soft mound of flesh.

Dhani didn't have time to reply, and even if he had all the time in the world he wasn't sure he'd be able to reply. Koen quickly twisted him around to lay on his back again. His strong legs wrapped around Koen's waist. He felt something warm, thick, and extremely wet slip between his cheeks now, pressing firmly against his stretched, wet backdoor.

"I'll take my time," Koen promised. "Hang onto that pillow. I promise, it's going to get awesome."

Dhani didn't answer. He figured this would hurt, at least at first. Even so, and even though he hadn't seen Koenraad in awhile, he felt a strong sense of trust for the Dobermann. He wrapped his arms tightly around that pillow, hugging it to his chest.

Even the tip forced his tight hold to stretch uncomfortably. Dhani let out a staggered gasp at the sudden pressure, gentle as it was. He could feel his body slowly opening, slowly stretching to accept the throbbing, red appendage. Once the tip got in, it started to hurt.

He whimpered softly, biting down on the pillow to stifle his soft cries. Koen paused, tenderly reaching down to rub Dhani's stomach and soothe him. He didn't push forward until the bunny relaxed again. His chest heaved under the pillow. How big was Koen anyway? It already felt like he had a mile of cock inside him, and yet he could still feel it going deeper.

"It's s-so big," he gasped, voicing his thoughts to Koen.

"You're just tight," sighed the Dobermann, a slight shudder in his voice. "Almost in...."

The feeling of Koen's hips pressing firmly against his rump gave him not only an incredible sense of fullness, but a sense of pride. "I took it," he panted as the pain began to ebb, looking up at Koen. "It's... it's all inside me."

Koen smiled. "Yeah. Hang in there...."

Dhani arched his back with a soft whine of pleasure as he felt Koen pull his hips backward, then slowly thrust forward. How was this whole thing all the way inside him?

Dhani couldn't contain his moans and cries of pleasure. Still hugging onto the pillow, Koen rocked his body in a steady rhythm for what felt like hours. He had heard of anal sex before, but who knew it would actually feel so incredible? He panted for breath as Koen murred and growled his own pleasured sounds, continuing to assault Dhani's body with incredible, warm sensations. He seemed to ignore Dhani's cock, even as it throbbed and dripped copious amounts of precum onto his stomach.

"H-harder," he gasped.

Koen growled again. He grabbed Dhani's legs firmly, breaking his rhythm to pull back and give a particularly hard slam deep into Dhani's body. Stars exploded in front of his eyes as a rush of intense sensation raced through him, making him gasp and cry out Koen's name, making his cock throb and release a squirt of clear precum. Koen had hit something special inside him. He wanted--no, he needed him to do it again.

"Ohh! Oh, shhhoot, more!" he moaned, gasping.

He didn't have to wait long. Immediately, Koen started driving into him at breakneck speed. Loud, wet slaps echoed througout the room, bouncing off the walls and reaching Dhani's ears. He panted, his body jerking with each quick, powerful thrust. He could feel just how wet everything was getting below. Not only that, but... was it his imagination, or was he starting to stretch again?

For awhile now, a familiar tingling sensation had been building, crawling slowly up his legs. Each thrust felt like it was slowly inching deeper eand deeper into him, as though he were somehow taking more and more cock into his body. That couldn't have been possible though. He had already taken all of it!

Then he suddenly remembered. Koenraad was a canine. The knot! He released the pillow to clutch at the sheets, his back arching, his eyes closed, panting with exertion as he felt himself stretch further and further.

"Nh! Hnn... mmm, there you go," panted Koen. "I was hoping I'd get to see you cum! Ah! I'm going to cum soon too!"

Indeed, Dhani was feeling the warmth of his impending orgasm spreading through his body. He writhed and cried out in ecstasy. He had never had an orgasm as intense as this before, and he was still stretching!

Finally, there was an audible pop, and Koen's deep thrusts stopped. They became quicker, more shallow, deeper than ever. "Ah! Koen!" cried the bunny. Maybe it was the girth of the knot inside him, but Koen had found that special spot inside him once more--and this time, he was stimulating it continuously, rubbing against it with the quick, short jabs. He felt Koen throb inside him. At the same time, Dhani's own moans were escalating, becoming louder, more urgent, more intense, until finally--

"--KOEN!" Dhani screamed the Dobermann's name as a surge of warmth blasted into him. He hadn't even heard Koen's warning, but he could tell that he was being pumped full of thick canine cream, even as Dhani's cock throbbed, sending squirt after thick, warm squirt of bunny cum cascading down Dhani's face and his slim torso.

The orgasm felt like it lasted forever. Even as the cum stopped flowing, the muscles in their loins continued to contract and pulse as afterglow set comfortably in. Koen sighed in happiness, leaning forward to once again pull Dhani into a hot, breathless kiss.

Dhani had just lost his virginity. Though he didn't know exactly why, he felt so happy that Koenraad had been the one to take it. He siggled his hips experimentally. He could feel Koen still inside him, warm, wet, still tied deep inside him. The Dobermann smiled.

"Hey," he said softly.

Dhani had been spaced out. He struggled for a couple moments to refocus his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Koen's handsome smile.

"Mmm, yeah?" he asked.

"Tomorrow." He leaned in and kissed him once more, brushing his tongue lightly against Dhani's. "After we do some more catching up... how about we make it a date?"

Dhani chuckled softly, enjoying Koen's soft kisses. He leaned up for another one. He was glad to be back in Amsterdam. The nostalgia was nice, and it was great to see old friends and eat familiar sweets on familiar bridges, but now he felt that this summer--and beyond--would be the best he would remember for a long time.