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Plan D

By: Rufus Quentin

For: Silverrat

The hare watched his sigh materialize in the form of vapor as he trekked up what they called the "Walk of Shame" and understood firsthand what the name really meant. In reality it was nothing more than a sidewalk, an uphill path between frat row and the undergrad dorms. The only explanation he ever heard on how the path got its name came rambled off from his then pledge brother, who claimed that the extremely bright floodlights along the way tended to illuminate any physical defects that weren't quite so obvious in one's hook-up back in the rather crepuscular environment nurtured by the planners of frat parties to disguise precisely those undesirable traits. If only he had a hook-up, he thought to himself, he might be willing to overlook even more egregious imperfections, so long as it meant having a place to bury his rod tonight. But no, this late in the semester, even the plan-C's weren't biting.

What made things worse, he did have an accompaniment. His roommate Nathaniel, whom everyone just called Nate, walked about a pace behind and to the left of him. At least Nate had the common sense to stagger their formation, least someone see and get the wrong idea about the two male bunnies walking to the same room together, from frat row no less!. At least he had his reputation to protect him. People won't soon forget that semi-public display put on back in the spring semester. Still, he knew he started coming off as rather desperate recently, and desperation, every fool knows, could be a sign of overcompensation.

"Fuuuuck," he sighed, the expletive forming a long cloud of visible exhalation. "I can't believe we blew it again!"

"I had fun," the other hare, a tawny brown jackrabbit confessed in a very mopey voice. His long many times pierced ears covered almost entirely by a knit beanie.

"I mean, ya, it was fun. The guys at Phi Kappa are awesome, but come on! This is like the fourth time in a row no one bites! I'm fucking blue-balled here!"

"Well, maybe if you weren't juggling, you might have actually convinced one of the women you were talking to, to come home with you. "

"I wasn't juggling, I was working the room. You got to network at these things. You got to make sure everyone knows your name, and with the hotties, you got to plant the seed. First you charm them, then you make them laugh, you compliment them so you work up their self-esteem, then ya got to show 'em what you got! "

"I don't think that final step always needs to be carried out literally."

"That was ages ago! Besides, it worked didn't it?"

"Yea, but not exactly with the one you wanted."

"It was still a good lay. She was an eager one. Besides, weren't you supposed to be my wingman tonight?"

"I believe you declared me as such, yes."

"Maybe if you hadn't been playing beer pong all night, we both wouldn't be walking home alone."

"I was playing with Susan! You know I really like her! And whatever happened to Ashley? Weren't you working on her? I saw her at the party tonight."

"Fuck her. I saw her making out with Kappa's president, you know, the wolf whose dad owns a dealership? You know it's all about the knot. Those women are all about taking the knot. The fact that there's a rich stud connected to it is just the icing on the cake. I can't compete with that."

"We got stamina. Ain't no one who can hold a candle to the endurance of a horny rabbit. Even the foxes are jealous."

"That we do. And boy, yea. If only. I'd be rocking the bunk bed until dawn."

"You remember the RA warned you about that."

"Hey, haven't been giving her much to complain about recently, have I?"

"Yea, you've gotten better at covertly wanking it."

"Fuck, I don't wank it!"

"You do. I do. Everybody does."

"Gross! Where? I need to know what to avoid in our room."

"Wouldn't you like to know," the jackrabbit smirked.

"Ewww. Remind me to stock up on paw sanitizer."

"That makes terrible lube."

"Whatever, can't say I blame you. If you're as pent up as I am. A month! A fucking month without sex! That's like a third of the semester! Not even second base! I really needed it too. Especially with that match tomorrow. I'll play worth shit if I don't get some kind of release."

"Actually coach says we should save up before games."

"BS. My best games are always after mind-blowing sex."

The jackrabbit took a breath as if he were about to speak, but bit his tongue.

Meanwhile the two hares reached their dorm and ascended the flights of stairs through the comparative warmth. They made it to their room without encountering anyone else. Most others had paired up hours earlier and retired, rendering them among the last to leave the party after all options ran out. They wordlessly fumbled at the door, both looking for their keys, visibly intoxicated. They barged into their room a moment later.

"I'm just going to go to bed. I'm a little too drunk here. I figure, if I try and stay up I'm just going to post angry, and later embarrassing, remarks all over the internet," the jackrabbit said, turning away from the hare to slip into his pajamas. "What are your plans, Rex?"

"I guess I will too," said Rex. Of course the harlequin rabbit made a beeline to the computer while Nate took off for the bathroom. He clicked open the browser and did a run through his social networks, scrolling over the list of semi-recent contacts who may not be too averse to a 1am booty call. Whatever wisdom hadn't been drunk away kept him from reaching for his cell phone. He closed his laptop when Nate reentered, and dejectedly took his turn in the bathroom.

"Paw'in it already?" Nate asked as they crossed paths.

"Fuck," came the slightly slurred reply.

With brushed teeth he climbed up into his top bunk and wallowed into the sheets. Nate did the same and turned off the light.

"Good night," said the jackrabbit.

"Good night," replied the harlequin hare, turning to his side. He faced the wall for a while, and then turned the other way. Despite his relatively pronounced drunkenness, his eyes wouldn't shut for more than a moment. When they did, images of Kelsey, Chelsea, Taylor, and Tiffany flashed behind his eyes in explicit and/or blurred imagery of pussy and cum. His sheath, which ached all night despite a mid-afternoon stress-relief session continued to throb as if pent up for a week. He noticed as he turned back to the wall, that his erection had returned for the umpteenth time that night. Fuck, he thought. If it were possible for a guy to be in heat, he'd be in the middle of it.

The rabbit's paw traveled as if on its own accord beneath the draw-string of his PJ's and wrapped around his hard lapine cock. The first few strokes gave him immediate relief as the self-induced pleasure released that badly needed dopamine rush. A sigh, this time one of satisfaction left his muzzle and his body melted into the sheets. He rolled on his back, paw beneath the sheets, tugging at his smooth length from sheath to tip. The hare closed his eyes and let the carousel of erotic memories spin behind his eyelids like some perverted slide show or television with nine-hundred and ninety-nine channels of porn. Out of the multitude he selected three of his fondest memories, the usual paw-material when porn-less, of Easy Emily, Two-drink Tiffany, and who can forget, Bareback Brittany.

A second paw joined the first, twisting around his cock-tip and contributing to the quiet, albeit very telling rustle beneath the sheets. He felt his fingers grow wet with pre. The slickness under his paw-pads made every tease all the more pleasurable. He lifted his muzzle to the ceiling, a smile on his parted lips, and huffed a shudder upward. Just as he started to get close, his hips joining the fray with an ever more frequent buck through his fingers, Nate thumped at his mattress from below with a kick of his broad foot paw.

"Dude, the whole floor can hear you masturbating. Tone it down!"

Rex winced in embarrassment. He could feel the blood rush through his long ears in a blush he thanked the high heavens no one saw. His boner immediately left him, leaving him with pre-slick fingers and an unsatisfied need.

"Sorry," he said, gritting his teeth in chagrin. "Been a tough time. Can't even get any sleep."

"Hey, I'm not judging. You gotta do what you gotta do. Just keep it down. You think I can get any shut-eye with you rustling around up there? I'm not in much of a better place myself."

"You sure? I kinda really gotta."

"Be my guest."

"Hold on, it's gonna take me a while to get hard again."

The jackrabbit sighed and rolled his eyes.

It didn't take very long for the rustling to start up again. Rex was as hard at it as before and no quieter either. This time Nate tossed and turned as the bunny in the top bunk demonstrated his stamina. Apparently, whatever Rex thought of as a "quick paw" clearly meant "edging session."

"Hey," the Jackrabbit interrupted.

"Sorry, I'll try for quieter. It's just taking longer with you listening in."

"Naa. It's okay. Do you want to just put on some porn and get it over with together. I'm kind of in a bad place myself."

"Isn't that kind of gay?" came from the top bunk.

"Dude, you know how many nights you kept me up with your girlfriends up there? I know you're not gay! And you seriously never pawed off around a guy before? Wasn't that one of Phi Kappa's hazing rituals?"

"We don't talk about that much."

"Let's just get it over with so we can sleep."

The bunk-bed shook as the harlequin hare rustled around and began to descend the ladder. The jackrabbit reached for his nightlight, a backlight screwed into the bedpost. He got out his laptop and began to power it up. The boot-up-gong on his laptop rang along with the flicker of the load-up bar.

Rex seemed hesitant to join him on the bed, he stood around, in the dark beyond the light. "I don't think I'm drunk enough to do this, man."

"Check under my bed, next to my suitcase."

The hare kneeled and began to shuffle around in the dark. He then produced half a bottle of southern comfort. "Soco?" he said. "You drink soco?"

"It's all I got. My pledge brother gave it to me after initiation. Sorta been saving it."

"Alright, don't even have a chaser here, but whatever." Rex unscrewed the cap and took a swig, grimacing as the firewater burned down his throat. "Bleh," he uttered, handing off the bottle to Nate, who already began to search for his porn folder.

The jackrabbit mimicked the action, handling his hard alcohol with a tad more composure. "What you in the mood for," he said, his voice slurred by the whisky's aftertaste.

"Got any rabbit on doe in there?"

"Plenty of does. Guys are pretty hard to come by. The industry is pretty much dominated with canines and horses."

"Tell me about it."

"I got one vid, but it's a little fetishy. You got to take what you can get."

"How fetishy?"

"Just paws. It's not over the top. Still has plenty of decent angles."

"We'll take a rain check on that one. Anything else."

"This one's a fave," Nate said, turning the screen to the harlequin rabbit, revealing a screen with a window open in which a very male Doberman climbed into bed with a long-furred female rabbit, one a bit too eager to keep her paws off herself. "Lots of good angles, high quality HD, plus it's bareback with a really nice creampie at the end."

"Anything else?" the rabbit asked, still standing next to the bed, mustering the courage to climb onto the sheets with his friend. He took the bottle back from Nate. The amber liquid sloshed in the bottle as he took another big swig, puckering afterward to the same degree as before.

"How about this one?" The jackrabbit turned the screen around on his lap. This time an admittedly cute young Dalmatian looked ready to eat out a different doe rabbit, this one wearing nothing but the black and white harlequin patterned fur not unlike Rex's. This rabbit, her legs splayed and fingers spreading her pussy for her impromptu lover, definitely seemed a little plus-sized by porn standards, possessing instead the rare natural look usually only found in amateur stuff and females one actually has a chance of running into. "Quality is not as great, but it's got a tie, and this guy's multi-orgasmic. He really makes a mess out of that doe."

"She's a bit big, but still kinda cute. Fine by me, as long as it's condomless," Rex said.

"All my fave's are. You can sit over here." The jackrabbit scooted over a few inches on his bed, reclining against the wall with a pillow behind him and his big lapine foot-paws dangling off the side. He tossed Rex another pillow to rest against and placed his laptop on his right, with enough room for his roommate left on the other side. Both rabbits usually slept shirtless, Rex like the jackrabbit only wore fleece PJs and boxer's underneath. All else he had to sport was the lean runner's body demanded of wingbacks, the positions he and Rex played, left and right respectively, for the college's soccer team.

The hare carefully accepted the spot next on the other side of the laptop. The white patches on his fur glowed radiantly under the backlight. The weird radiance made him shake his head. Apparently the spiced whisky already had its effect. Even then he took another swig, one multiple chugs long for all the courage he needed. The bottle went back to Nate.

"Just so you know," he slurred, "I wasn't part of that frat thing, I sorta called in sick for that. Never done this before."

"I won't watch," the jackrabbit said, before another hefty swig of his own "fuck, you act like you've never seen a sheath before. Come on, we shower together."

"That's only after games and practice."

"Hey, if you have a cub-dick that's okay. We can always just go back to bed."

"Fuck it, let's just get this over with."

"Fine," said the jackrabbit, reaching over to his laptop to click play. The video began with the aforementioned Dalmatian making a bee-line for the doe-hare's sex. A feminine cry shouted from the speakers, prompting Nate to adjust the volume to something more hushed. Both rabbits then settled into watching the canine lap along the female bunny's wet folds.

Rex definitely felt a stir within his sheath. The mere power of imagination primed him into a very responsive state, the video, grainy as it was, was more than enough to get him excited. He tried to hide the growing tent in his pants, but found it rather difficult in his position. A sideways glance told him he wasn't alone. Still neither dared get started.

"Mind if I fast-forward," Nate asked. "This goes on for a while."

"Sure," the hare huffed, feeling the burn of whisky in his belly. The bottle found its way into the hare's paws, its contents reduced to a quarter. Rex took another sip, one more measured than the first. The flavor didn't seem as acrid as before, or perhaps his mouth had been numbed. His roommate flicked a few minutes into the future, into a scene in which the Dalmatian now furiously banged the rabbit. Both wrapped themselves in a kiss with intensity as if they actually liked each other, further convincing him of the clip's amateur roots. He waited for the camera to zoom in to the site of penetration. His felt his paw move towards his arousal, but held off, not wanting to look too desperate. The computer screen showed the canine's knotted cock slamming into the rabbit's vagina, his bare length coated in a sheen of feminine moisture.

The jackrabbit was the first to shimmy down his PJs to his thighs, exposing his rather prominent arousal. Sheath, pubic fur, and balls all had the tone as the rest of his body, the same rugged tawny brown. Only his cock stood out pink. Rex saw it clearly out of his peripheral vision, though he pretended not to notice. It was the first time he'd seen his roommate hard before. Sheath, yea. You couldn't avoid sheath in the locker room, and sparing the sight of it around the dorm wasn't easy either. As weird as it felt, Rex tugged down his as well. Shaking his head as his PJs slipped off his hips. His sheath fell into one of the dark patches on his two-tone body. He immediately saw himself just as hard with a comparable shade of pink. Of course it was the porn's fault, he thought.

Both rabbit's casually stroked their own lengths, coaxing pre into their fingers, with gazes transfixed on the computer screen as if an errant glance would turn them to stone. By now the Dalmatian was hard at work trying to shimmy that knot of his into his willing doe. The wet slap came over the speakers with only an occasional moan. Oddly enough the moans didn't seem staged. The most genuine of all came when the dog finally succeeded in getting his knot in there. The camera changed to a rather graphic undertail angle, showing pretty clear evidence of an actual tie with nothing but balls swinging against those stretched rabbit lips.

Rex's ears perked to the sound of the jackrabbit panting, the more vulgar sound of him edging close. This time he actually looked over. Nate held his cock in both paws, one tugging down his sheath the other rubbing his tip in much the same technique as he utilized. Pre coated the rabbit's cock-tip, glistening in the blacklight. His gaze darted back at the screen to the footage of the Dalmatian wrapping up his final rut. Both performers grunted and moaned together, the female already in the throes of climax. The male finished a moment later, bucking his fully engorged arousal as deep into the female as he could. Tail, anus, and balls jerked as he unloaded himself deep into that doe.

The jackrabbit uttered an equally vulgar sigh. He bucked into his paws, breathing irregularly, and stroking more furiously than before. Rex's attention shifted over to the jackrabbit, ears perked to overhear a very pleasant sigh. He turned his attention in Nate's direction the moment his climax began. He watched his roommate thrust into both paws one final time. His cock started to throb, sending jets of bunny cum arching across his flat belly. His semen glowed bright violet under the backlight, thereby leaving very clear markers which confirmed the stereotype of just how prolific bunnies could be all across his fur.

Rex couldn't help but notice that only the male's butt featured prominently on screen. It seemed a little weird that the jackrabbit chose that moment to get off. He convinced himself that the angle didn't interest him that much, and glanced over at his roommate instead. The harlequin hare watched Nate's climax diminish into the less impressive pulses and final ooze. The last semen trickled from his tip and down his fingers and into his pubic fur. A thick stranded web of the stuff connected fingers, fur, and cock. He closed his eyes, but this time all he could see was his roommate cumming. The image burnt into his retinas. He tried opening his eyes, but all he got was a screen full of Dalmatian butt. For some odd reason he felt embarrassingly close, cock hard and slick as ever. He gave in much the same way as the jackrabbit, a little too eager and a little too plastered to care.

He wildly bucked, driving his slick shaft through his wet fingers with his powerful rabbit hindquarters. His balls drew close and that agonizing pressure began to condense at the root of his cock. Like Nate, he began to pant, sighing with the masculine tone his former girlfriends got to hear the moment before he filled the condom. A final push broke the pressure. His paws tugged down on the base of his shaft and squeezed. In that instant he began to throb, and a second later notoriously potent jets of rabbit cum jetted forth, messing up his belly as well in a growing splattering of luminous sperm. He breathed heavily, taking in the distinct scent of his seed, while tugging out the last trickle he had.

He blinked a little, his vision blurred by the effects of climax and a rather heavy dose of alcohol. When his gaze cleared he found himself holding his slick and softening dick, a rather hefty mess of cum soaking his fingers, sheath, and pubic fur. Nate was in a similar state, except he, apparently unsatisfied, was in the process of rubbing himself back hard. Even the Dalmatian in the video was at it again. His bred doe giggled with an authenticity you seldom got from porn, as if she were actually excited about getting her womb filled.

"S'cuze me," Nate slurred as he reached for the laptop. He managed to jog through much of the video's second "act", making the Dalmatian's performance look comically rushed. He seemed to know the precise minute and second he looked for, leaving film running at its normal pace right before dismount. "There ya go," the jackrabbit continued, just as the camera fixed on the Dalmatian pulling his knot free. "Thought you'd like that." The wobbly, obviously handheld camera zoomed in on the rabbit's pussy, capturing the moment two load's worth of thick white doggy spunk oozed from the her gaping vagina.

"Nice," Rex said, his blurry vision fixating on the screen. "I love creampies."

"Thought so. I'm into 'em too. I have a few others, but this one's my favorite since there's so much. Check that out," Nate said, referring to the female rabbit on screen, who in the clip's final minutes commenced cleaning her mate's shaft with an eager muzzle job. The rabbits resumed their pawing. This time the occasional glimpse into the lap of the other didn't seem like that big of a taboo, both having declared and "proven" their heterosexuality. As the flick moved on to oral, real life became a little more interesting.

"I could really go for one of those around now," Rex muttered, watching the harlequin female bat her long eyelashes at the camera as if on cue, all the while bobbing along her companion's length. "Haven't made much progress here," the hare continued, feeling his slick length stir between his fingers. "Fucking pent up. Never gonna get any sleep at this rate."

"I know the feeling," the jackrabbit said, casting a glance over at the erection of his friend before reaching for the bottle of booze and taking another swig.

"Easy buddy, don't want a hangover in the morning, got that game remember?" Rex said preceding a nervous chuckle.

"I'm good, been drunker than this," Nate said with a slightly noticeable quiver in his voice.

"What else do you have?" Rex asked as the current clip stalled at the blurred final frame.

Nate picked up the laptop and scrolled through a couple of lists before setting it down on the opposite side of the bed. "Well," he said with a swallow, averting his gaze as he climbed all the way onto the bed and moved closer to the harlequin.

"Umm," the harlequin said watching him. "How drunk are you man?"

The jackrabbit didn't respond and kept his gaze into the midsection of the other. His paw moved out and wrapped around the rigid girth of the harlequin as his head descended into his lap.

"Dude," Rex said, attempting to pull back but finding himself trapped between bedpost, bunny, and wall, keeping him firmly in place. "What the fuck?!"

"Listen, I'm tired of you complaining," said the jackrabbit, giving the harlequin's cock the first of several strokes. "We've got to be up rested tomorrow. I'm drunk and tired, and have been listening to you talk about how horny you are all night. Sit back, watch your porn, try and enjoy this, and for the love of all that's holy, be quiet." With that the jackrabbit lowered and tilted his head and took a final look at the cock he was about to suck. He tugged down the harlequin's sheath and took a deep breath, the scent of maleness and previously spilt cum not driving him away. A fraction of a second later, far too quick for Rex to issue a rebuttal or let alone comprehend his roommate's intentions, the jackrabbit found himself nose deep the hare's pubic fur, his field of vision occupied by black and white patches glowing purple in the light. His tongue swished around the base of Rex's cock, lapping up the flavors of sheath and semen.

The harlequin rabbit tried to wrestle away from Nate, pushing him back and relying on his powerful legs to escape, but his PJ bottoms fettered his ankles and hampered all movement. That and the feeling of a warm muzzle surrounding that sensitive part was distracting, even difficult to rebel against. "Dude! This is gay!" He said, stating the obvious while whispering the last word, should anyone through the thin walls hear. "We can't do this!"

"What I say?" The jackrabbit said, briefly pulling back off the harlequin's cock. "This ain't gay. I know damn well you're straight. The thing is we've both got a problem here. I'm just gonna take care of it. You sit back and enjoy. Porn's up back there if you need something else to watch." As quickly as before his muzzle returned around his friend's arousal, bobbing for the first of many times with flourishing tilts of his head.

Despite the fresh video, Rex found it hard to look at anything other than his roommate going to town on his shaft. His gaze wide and his muzzle hung open in a look of total disbelief. He tried to squirm away, but again found himself uncomfortably riding up against the wooden slats and metal screws of the bunk bed. "Dude," he repeated, more in the intonation of a question than anything else. In an unexpected twist the hare found himself getting precisely what he wished for. To make matters worse the temptation to accept it grew with each pass of the jackrabbit's tongue.

No one needed to hear about it, he rationalized to himself as he gazed down on Nate's brown scalp and the many bars, gauges, and rings weighing down the jackrabbit's long ears. It dawned on him that it didn't feel that much different than a girl, and a nice warm muzzle job from a lapine female wasn't something he'd turn down. To his credit Nate did a terrific job, one good enough to suspect an element of practice. Nate kept a good pace with lips tight around his bare pink flesh, finger's massaging his base through his sheath. Amazingly he kept his teeth from scraping, and showed no evidence of a gag reflex. Furthermore his tongue never shied away from doing exploratory work, constantly seeking out new spots to lick and parts to touch with an eagerness you only found in a handful of women.

The harlequin hare realized he'd let it continue beyond the timeframe where he could back off and successfully call it an accident. Sure some stern command or string of insulting expletives would get Nate to stop, but why wasn't he saying anything about it? Why was he still hard as a rock? He blinked again, double checking reality. His vision seemed to lag as his pupils drifted to the image of the male jackrabbit rising and falling in his lap, from whom emanated the occasional slurp or wet smack of lips against bare cock, down his back to the tuft of his tail wagging in front of the still running laptop. The blacklight made everything seem more surreal, more dreamlike, even though he felt pretty sure he was still awake. Another flick played away on the screen. He thought he could make out a tiger and tigress, or was it an ocelot, who knew, barebacking it on screen. He squinted, trying to concentrate on the video, and pretend that was what he was horny about.

Nate firmly repositioned himself on the bed as soon as the harlequin stopped fidgeting. He gave himself the space and freedom to do his work comfortably, redoubling his pace and angle as if he were a pro. The harlequin squirmed again, this time wiggling free of the PJ pants tangled around his ankles. He tugged them free with a dull toe-claw and brushed them off the bed with his foot-paw. In the process he brushed the jackrabbit's ignored, but steel-hard cock. A muffled moan vibrated into Rex's lap, a sign he must have done something right.

How exactly did you reciprocate in a situation like this? He hated just lying there like a log. Women that just lay there kinda pissed him off. He was better than that. If Nate were a girl, he'd place his paw behind her ears with a reassuring and praising touch. In this case that seemed a little over-the-top gay, plus he wasn't sure if guys even liked that. The gay porn his frat made him watch during "Hell Weekend" led him to believe that the gays were all about rough muzzle fucking, which also didn't seem appropriate, nor his style. If this were a woman, some sixty-nine action sounded good right about now, but nope. No way. Don't even think about it. What else did the gays like? Reacharound? If that was what he thought it was, the positioning was a bit off for that.

He sighed, rolled his eyes and did the only thing he could in the position he found himself in. His foot-paws rose and pressed on either side of the jackrabbits cock. Nate moaned again, validating that that was exactly what he wanted. The jackrabbit began to buck, his hips propelling his shaft through the hare's large soft foot-paws. The harlequin pressed his lapine incisors into his lower lip and curled his toes around his friend's thrusting length.

So this is what gay is, Rex thought as he watched his cock-tip repeatedly disappear into the boy jackrabbit's muzzle in the purple shadows cast around the blacklight. Reputation and moral outlook moved to the back seat for the meanwhile as he let himself fall into the warm, spinny goodness of his buzz and the pleasure of an actually top-notch job. He gave up resisting the urge to buck and now ever more frequently thrust into the warmth at the back of his friend's throat, panting with an eagerness he stopped caring if the jackrabbit knew. Nate didn't seem to mind. His eyes remained closed as if in intense concentration, tongue tracing every detail of bunny-cock and lapping up every drop of pre the hare had to offer. The laptop played for itself, now totally ignored by both parties.

Granted it still felt really weird, perhaps a bit too weird to have his friend's warm, smooth length sliding between his paw-pads. The jackrabbit was totally slick by now, a testament to just how aroused he was. He could feel Nate's pre-cum coat his paw-pads and soak into the soft fur between his toes. It was a very odd, but strangely arousing sensation, especially as he wiggled his toes while gripping the jackrabbit's cock and tugged as best he could. His sensitive pads could perceive each twitch, each visceral throb foretelling an inevitable climax. Nate did most of the work, humping away through downy soft fur, between smooth pink paw-pads, lubed in a growing accumulation of preseminal slickness.

The jackrabbit worked up to a pace fitting of his kind. Rex found it difficult to accommodate his wild thrusts and just felt glad it wasn't his tail-end receiving that action. His muzzle matched the pace to a point where Rex could no longer hold back. "I'm gonna," Rex uttered, affording the jackrabbit the courtesy of a warning. He bucked up a final time and let Nate's lips and tongue find that well primed trigger. He buckled forward and exhaled a vocal half-sigh, half-moan. The pressure at the base of his cock gave way to the blissful throbs of orgasm.

Nate heeded the warning by slowing down, pressing his nose into his roommate's pubic fur and letting his tongue do the last of the work. "Oh gawd," the harlequin gasped as his cock began to twitch in his friend's muzzle, jetting forth burst after burst of thick cum into his throat. Perhaps Rex involuntarily let his foot-paws mimic the last strokes he would give himself if pawing off, tugging down the jackrabbit's sheath with a vigorous and firm hold as if desperate to cum. That action, met by a firm enough sequence of bucks, was enough to pull his roommate into climax as well.

Rex watched the fur on the jackrabbit's back bristle. His tail twitched too, apparently in tune with the waves of his own climax. He felt the rabbit's cock throb between his toes in a different and very obvious away. White jets of cum shot up as far as his shin. The tapering bursts and final ooze landed on his broad, lapine foot-paw, soaking the fur around his toes with not unpleasant warmth. The jackrabbit's climax left Rex's paws crisscrossed with lines of thick, viscous bunny-sperm. He kept clumsily tugging, until Nate softened between his toes. His roommate's ejaculate caught in his paw's soft fur.

Nate moaned as his climax left him, and Rex's filled his muzzle. He kept suckling until the harlequin hare softened up as well. After a while an audible schluck sent Rex's cum down his throat. A final tongue bath lapped up all remaining traces, as if he really wanted to give one more pass to commit Rex's features to memory. Only then did he pull off and returned to a seated position as if nothing happened. Nate cast a sideways glance over at his roommate, perhaps a little too embarrassed to make eye contact. He sat there timid and quiet, as if the alcohol wore off on him before he nonchalantly ended the porn video playing on his laptop.

"Dude, did you just swallow?" Rex asked, looking down his body, finding his cock polished clean, save for a sheen of saliva. Only then did it really sink in. He was lying naked and spent in another male's bed, covered in cum that wasn't just his. He looked down at his paws, at the weird ultra-violet glow luminescing off the substance coating his feet. He wiggled his toes, feeling the slickness squish between them, and spread them apart, catching a glimpse of cum lines webbing between them. He cut an off grimace, not sure how he should feel about it.

The jackrabbit nodded in an ambiguous way.

"Hardcore. No one's ever done that for me."

"Don't gay this up," Nate said with a stern voice, as if trying to regain some of the authority he sacrificed going down on his roommate. "I suppose you want to cuddle now?"

"Fuck no."

"Then can we get some sleep?"

"Sure," he said, feeling the tables of dominance turned on him. The hare scooted off the bed, and stood up. Cum squished under his feet. It was already starting to cool and dry up on him. Without bothering to get dressed he simply scurried up the ladder, leaving sticky paw-prints on the wooden rungs. Nate snapped off the black light as soon as he made it up. The weird light seemed to burn the image of the jackrabbit in his lap and the cum on his paws into his eyes.

"Good night," came the jackrabbit's voice from below. Rex could have sworn it had melodic "gay accent" to it.

"Good night," Rex replied, flinching as he interpreted the same quality in his voice. He wrapped himself in his blanket, feeling the cloth on his bare fur and wished for some reason he retrieved his PJs. His cock slowly returned to his sheath. Every time he tossed and turned he felt the jackrabbit's semen lubricating his paws. "Did I just do something gay?" he thought, as he finally found himself nodding off, the world a spinning vortex around him. "Naa, no way," he reassured himself, letting that phrase become his motto as he fell asleep.

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