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Allison Sweetvalley and Victor Moldrova III in...

Sometimes, a Cigar Isn't Just a Cigar

By Danath

Characters © Ursasoul

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This story is a proto-sequel to this one: https://www.sofurry.com/view/736087

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"They're... they're at my house!"

Victor let out a strangled cry as Angela's hips mashed up against his. Her thick erection stretched his sore hole, but he didn't stop pushing back on it, trying to take all of it every time her powerful rabbit legs drove her forward. His cock ached, and he's already cum three times.

Aleksandra folded her fingers together as she watched Angela pound the wolf. She leaned back in chair as Victor grasped the across the desk, tail lifted submissively, moaning and biting his lips as the rabbit had her way with him. Her breasts jiggled inside of her tight blouse. The muscular rabbit clenched a cigar between her teeth, exhaling vigorous plumes of smoke as she pulled the wolf backwards, both large paws wrapped around his hips.

"Ahhhh!"

The rabbit let out a delicious moan as she came for the fourth time up the wolf's backside. His black fur was matted and sticky with seed, both the rabbit's and the bear's. Aleksandra growled and stood up, heavy cock flopping onto the desk beneath her massive breasts. Her biceps stretched the arms of her button-up shirt.

"They're not here?" she demanded. "Of all the disrespectful... Angela, do him again for me! Then send him home to get my cigars!"

"No problem, boss." Angela's short claws dug into Victor's hips, dragging the wailing wolf back down around her hard length again. Victor came.

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Allison folded her arms across her chest. The red fox pouted, angry that her boyfriend was so late from work. If she didn't know better, she'd suspect him of cheating. But as arrogant and rude as Victor could be, he was loyal. She thought. Maybe.

As the minutes ticked by and Victor still didn't come home, missing their dinner date, she roamed the apartment restlessly, practicing what she'd say to the black wolf when he arrived. Maybe she should act like she knew he was cheating. Or maybe play it cool and look for evidence. If he wasn't, she didn't want to accuse him falsely. Maybe there was something here, in the house, that would give him up.

Allison found what she was looking for easily: it was sitting out in the open on the kitchen table. At first she'd ignored the small box, but now that she was looking for unusual objects, it caught her attention. There was a large blue bow printed on the box and some Spanish words and names. A few she understood, but when she opened the box, she realized it was half full of cigars. They were large, about an inch thick and eight or nine inches long. They had a rich, deep, musky smell.

On the inside of the box, the name "Aleksandra" was printed in neat, flowing cursive letters. Allison growled.

"Aleksanda? What kind of stupid name is that!" she said. "He's cheating on me with an Aleksandra?"

The fox slumped into one of the chairs at the kitchen table, tail hanging listlessly over the edge of the seat. She glared at the box of cigars. This wasn't really proof, she knew, but he was going to have to explain himself when he got back. Allison checked her cell phone again, sent Victor another text, and regarded the box.

The cigars smelled nice. Allison lifted one out of the box and held it up to her nostrils, inhaling the rich scent of the tobacco.

Now, that would be something, she thought, as an idea passed through her head. The 18-year-old vixen grinned and stuck the tip of the cigar into her muzzle. A short rummage through the drawers in the kitchen yielded a pack of matches. She tried to light the end, but the tobacco just got scorched. It wouldn't light.

The fox took out her phone. A few minutes later, she found a pair of scissors, snipped off the rounded end a bit, and tried again. This time, the phone took.

"Thank you, Wikipedia," she said.

And then she coughed. And coughed and coughed.

By the time she recovered, eyes watering, lungs burning, she wasn't so sure she wanted to smoke the cigar anymore. It was potent, that was for sure. The flavor was nice, too, once she realized she shouldn't take giant drags on the thing and simply let the smoke fill her mouth before exhaling. She'd had a cigarette once before, but this was wildly different.

Allison paced the kitchen, focused on smoking the cigar. Let him walk home into this, she thought to herself. Let him know right away that I know something is going on. I don't know what, but something. The red fox tugged her t-shirt straight as she paced, turning on her heel, puffs of rich smoke rising to the ceiling. She had to lean over the sink to open the window when the fire alarm went off, but by this point, she was enjoying the tobacco more than she thought she would. Her lips pursed around the heavy cigar, taking another pull. Smoke rolled from her nostrils, exhaling slowly, letting the taste linger.

Allison stood about five-foot-six and all of 125 pounds. She was lean, not skinny, with a pert chest and a healthy rump. As she smoked, however, her pelt fleshed out. Dimples formed under the plush white fur on her belly. A smile crossed her muzzle as a pleasurable, warm feeling seeped through her, and it wasn't just the nicotine buzz. The cigar rolled from one corner of her muzzle to the other as she took another puff, and another, and another...

Arms bulged. Legs flexed. The red fox's feminine figure bulked up. The dimples on her belly deepened, revealing a buff six-pack under all that smooth, silky fur. Her t-shirt stretched around her chest as she chomped on the cigar. The fox's lips plumped up and she growled deep in her throat.

She was feelin' great.

Allison didn't notice she was growing, of course. She still looked like Allison, just taller and broader, with muscles that even gym rat males would be jealous of. Her long dark hair fell around her shoulders as she stretched her arms out to the sides before flexing them, balling her biceps up into firm, hard balls.

A picture on one of the bookshelves in the living room caught Allison's eye as she wandered in and flopped on the couch, on her back, still puffing on the cigar. The picture was of her on her 16th birthday. There she was, sitting in front of a cake, a cigar clamped between her lips, and her parents staring disapprovingly in the background. Allison grinned. Cigars were her vice, after all, even when she was in high school.

That, and her boyfriend's ass.

The red fox slipped a paw down between her thighs, gasping as she felt the full male sheath press into her fingers through her pants. The fabric of her panties cradled her maleness nicely, holding her large testicles close together. She reached inside, massaging her sheath, shivering with pleasure as she grew excited.

Hmmph. That Victor. She'd show him what he'd be missing if he ever did decide to cheat on her.

Allison's ear twitched as she heard a car pull into the driveway. She grinned and got to her feet, cock pushing down the left leg of her pants, half hard and growing fast. The bulky, beefy vixen sauntered towards the door as the knob turned.

Victor caught the scent of smoke a moment before a blast of the stuff enveloped his face. He closed his eyes, coughing as they watered, wondering for a second whether Aleksandra and Angela had followed him home. He managed to crack open his eyes and stared with fascination when he saw his girlfriend.

"A... Allison?" he stammered.

Cigar held between her plump lips, the vixen smiled. "Hey, babe. Been waiting for you. What kept you at work?"

Victor found the words had left him as Allison stepped forward, squeezing him against the wall. She was taller than he was now, and her breasts flattened out some, nearly blocking his view of her face. Something long, thick, and warm poked into his belly.

"Allison... what... what happened?" he asked, trying to think. The smoke she blew into his face made things so... confused.

"Well, you first," she said, leaning in close. Her eyes glinted. "Who's Aleksandra?"

"My boss! At work!"

"You screwing her?"

Victor shrunk back, rump clenching automatically at the memory of the bear's meaty pole.

"Not... not exactly."

"Not exactly? What's that supposed to mean?"

Allison's paw clenched at Victor's shirt, lifting him into the air with one arm. He grasped at her wrist, legs dangling.

"She screwed me!" he wailed. "She screwed me!"

Allison's frown disappeared. She let Victor go and he dropped to his feet.

"Oh, well... that's okay." She reached out and smacked Victor's rump. The wolf groaned. "Wouldn't be nice of me to keep this plump rump all to myself!"

Victor groaned as she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the living room. She shoved him face-first into the couch cushions, on his belly, and ground her hips forward, sliding her erection - the lower half of which was still wrapped up in her tight panties - between his cheeks. Her fingers wrapped around his tail, yanking it up, making the black wolf yelp.

"Mmmmh... glad you came home when you did, babe," Allison said, her voice a low and rough rumble. "Was getting impatient."

Victor's head spun when she blew another cloud of smoke around his face. He let out a moan as her hips pushed forward, stabbing under his rump with her thickness. He reached back, pressing his palm against her belly. She had an incredibly hard six-pack, which flexed under his fingers. When had she gotten that?

Her cock drove any thoughts out of his mind for the next few minutes. She pumped in roughly, using her own pre-cum as lube. His paws went to the top of the couch, grabbing on and holding for dear life as she pulled his hips back firmly, sinking deeply inside. Victor's head went back, pressing against Allison's breasts, as she pumped her stalk all the way, hilting inside of him without a second thought. His belly bulged.

"I mean, anyone can fuck this rump," she said, purring almost as she leaned in close. "Your booty is open 24/7, ya little slut. But you don't get to fuck anyone but me." Her paw smacked the side of his hips, making his cheeks jiggle and clench around her hard, long stalk. "Got it?"

Victor groaned and hung his head, shuddering and gasping as his girlfriend destroyed his prostate.

"I... I understaaand!" he wailed.

"Good boy!"

Allison's muscular arm wrapped around Victor's chest, hauling him upright. He sank down around her thickness, groaning and gurgling as she pumped deeply inside of him. Using a paw, Allison turned his muzzle towards her and kissed him. As her tongue invaded, she exhaled, breathing the rich cigar smoke directly into his muzzle, much as Aleks had done to him earlier in the day.

Victor's cock jerked, shooting a load of cum across the couch cushions. Allison groaned with lust as his body clenched hard around her. She thrust in and out roughly. One paw went to his backside as he coughed out the smoke she'd put inside him. The other paw gripped his hips. She levered herself forward rhythmically, forcing his face into the very cushions he'd just came across, and sawed her shaft in and out of him until he was whining and moaning so loud the neighbors could probably hear it.

Just the noises she liked him to make.

The muscular red fox groaned as she felt her shaft surge inside her boyfriend. Victor yelped as he came again. Allison flipped him onto his side and thrust in even more firmly, both of her paws groping at his chest, pulling on his hips, stroking his pelt.

"Oh, yeah... squeeze for me, baby... just like that! Ooh, I love your rump... so tight..."

Victor's ears folded flat as he listened to his girlfriend "compliment" him. Why was every woman he met suddenly getting cocks? And why couldn't he help himself when they wanted to put those cocks inside his butt?

Victor groaned as his cock jerked and a third orgasm thrilled up his spine.

Oh. That was why.

Allison ran her claws down Victor's chest after rolling him onto his back. His legs spread, wrapping around her hips, as she slumped forward into him, pushing him down into the couch cushions. Her t-shirt-wrapped breasts flattened against his face as she let out a long, loud cry of passion.

"Oooh, baby! Yes!"

Victor's ass clenched again when he felt her throb dangerously inside of him. He could feel the heat of her orgasm flood his insides. So warm... so hot... so filling... he reached for her, gasping and shuddering, clutching against her powerful, broad shoulders and chest, hugging himself to her belly. Victor shivered with pleasure as his hips rolled forward, more flexible than before.

"Yessssssss..."

The black wolf stared up at his girlfriend. Her eyes were closed and her muzzle open as a single long growl rolled past the burning cigar still packed between her plump lips. Her shoulders bulged, flexing, growing before his very eyes. And he was... he was...

Getting smaller.

Victor was in pretty good shape, all things considered. But his arms became lean and wiry. His belly shrunk, losing what little definition he had. His chest was flat and almost bony, and he lost almost half a foot in height. Allison towered over him, larger and more powerful than ever as she fucked away his masculinity.

But that was good, Victor thought. That was the way things should be... he inhaled the aromatic cigar smoke deeply, body arching, small cock wiggling with arousal, pumping steady bursts of cum from his golf ball-sized nuts. Allison's balls, on the other hand, were each bigger than both of his fists put together. Her cock was thicker than his arm. He squeezed at one of her nipples through her shirt, crying out with pleasure as he felt his rump cheeks fill out, until he had a meaty little bubble butt. Allison smacked his rump again, making it jiggle more than before.

Eventually, the red fox had to stop cumming. She pulled herself free roughly, ignoring Victor's groans as every inch of the massive fox cock slithered free, leaving him feeling empty inside. He shuddered, twitching with aftershocks of pleasure as his rump drained.

Allison leaned over, growling with lust, and kissed him again, blowing more smoke into his lungs when she did. Victor felt like he would melt into the cushions as the muscular, powerful vixen did exactly as she pleased with him.

The fox leaned back and stretched, every muscle flexing, showing through her thick fur. Her heavy breasts were larger than before, even, but didn't sag thanks to the generous pectoral muscles supporting them underneath. Victor couldn't stop staring and licking his lips. Allison, of course, noticed.

"Come on, baby. Clean it off for me."

The wolf slid to his knees in front of Allison, paws reaching for her half-hard shaft. He slurped up the cum drooling from her tip and ignored his phone when it began to ring in the clothes Allison had torn from his body earlier. The fox leaned over and fished it out, tapped the screen, and held it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, I'm calling for Victor."

"He's a little preoccupied at the moment. May I ask who's calling?"

"This is Angela, his boss."

Allison smiled down at Victor, who was looking up at her with pleading eyes as he tried to swallow her length and failed. The fox tsk-tsked to herself. She'd have to train his throat more thoroughly.

"Hello, Angela!"

"Victor was supposed to bring a box of cigars back to the office. We were just wondering what was taking him?"

"Oh, those are your cigars?"

"No, they're my boss's, actually."

"I hope she won't mind but I had one. I'll make sure Victor brings a fresh box for her in the morning," Allison said. She thrust her hips forward and draped her paw over the back of Victor's head, forcing her cock into his throat. His small little paws grabbed at her thighs as she shoved in harder, ignoring his wriggling.

"That will be fine. Thank you..."

"Oh, sorry. I'm Allison, Victor's girlfriend." The vixen thrust forward, grinding her sheath up against Victor's lips. The black wolf's eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Oh, you must be the one who's fucking Victor at work!"

There was a pause on the other end of the line. "Uh... yes?"

"Great! It's nice getting him home a little pre-stretched, you know? Don't be afraid to go rough on him. He... mmmmh... he likes it rough, don't you babe?"

Victor fell back from Allison's crotch as she pulled her length from his muzzle. He let out a gasp, choked on thick loads of cum, and fell to the floor, back shaking. Allison's shaft draped over his head, dribbling white seed across his backside and neck.

"Oh, well, I see! Thanks for the advice," Angela said over the phone. "Sorry to interrupt!"

The rabbit placed the phone back in the receiver on Aleksandra's desk. Angela was sitting on the corner, legs crossed, cock draped over her thigh, breasts bared, pushing out through the unbuttoned top she wore. She leaned back and tipped her head, meeting Aleks for a kiss. The bear growled warmly.

"Mmph... so, you'll get a fresh box tomorrow," Angela said.

"He's not bringing back that one?"

"No... his girlfriend found them first."

Aleks's lips turned up into a broad smile. "You know... I almost feel bad for him."

"I don't... now, are you gonna bend me over this desk or not?"

"C'mere, rabbit!"

The end.