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"...Hey, Windy?" Windthor Pryas didn't look up, head bobbing slightly as he played his guitar, earbuds in and connected to the amp nearby. "Windy." The hybrid in question didn't answer until he was given a hard shove, and he flinched, pulling out an earbud and looking over his shoulder.

Fiona McFinney was laying on his bed, holding her phone up as staring at it with her bare feet resting on Windthor's back. The hybrid was sitting on the edge of the bed as he played his guitar. "Sorry, Fi, was I ignoring you?"

The rabbit lifted her head to smirk at Windy, then tucked her feet under herself as she sat up, looking back to her phone. "I just saw a video of something I wanna try, just, y'know... Something to do." She shrugged nonchalantly, rubbing her thighs together

"Oh, another trick for your bike?" asked the hybrid curiously, unclipping the strap of his guitar and placing the instrument on the stand next to his bed. He scooted towards her, but she pressed the phone screen to her chest to hide it. Curiously, Windy tilted his head, blue eyes catching a soft pink flush of color creeping up the insides of the rabbit's ears.

"...It's not a trick for the bike," she said, biting her lip. Her hips were shifting slightly back and forth, and her breath was a little quicker. Windy may not have been extremely smart, but he liked to think he wasn't stupid.

It still took a good thirty seconds of awkward silence and overthinking to realize what Fiona was suggesting. "...Oh!"

Fiona rolled her eyes, pulling her thick hoody up and over her head before throwing it at Windy's face. "Drop the pants, and get up onto the bed."

Windy sat back, supporting himself on his elbows and a small pile of pillows, his pants on the floor as Fi sat in front of him. Her shirt was off, exposing tiny breasts, and her pants were unbuttoned, the zipper pulled down to reveal a lack of panties by choice as she rubbed herself. "Okay, so what's this little trick gonna be?" asked Windy, fondling himself a little as well, but Fiona waved him down, shooing his hands away from the already-firm dick.

"Don't talk, just relax." The hybrid, deciding to humor the rabbit, lay back a bit more, lifting his hands to clasp under his head. "Just... Let me work."

Windy smirked. Well, hell, he could get behind this. Fiona slid her hands from his knees and up along his strong thighs, muscles rippling as she pushed her palm against his shaft. Her fingers were moist and warm, sliding up to his tip, where they wrapped around the plallic head before sliding down again. <I>Okay,</I> thought Windthor, <I>she's doing a slow foreplay. I can get behind this. Or, in front of it in this case.</I> Honestly, he wasn't sure where this was going yet; Aside from her touch being much more methodical than usual, there wasn't much of a "trick" going on yet.

"Patience, big guy," said Fiona, apparently sensing his confusion, before leaning down, planting a gentle kiss upon Windy's plump balls, then let her tongue press against his flesh as she slid upwards. There was already a glistening bead of pre on his tip, which she flicked with her tongue, licking her lips. "Feel good? Just nod."

Windy's brow furrowed, having opened his mouth to speak, but she... Well, ordered him not to. That was new. Well, not <I>new,</I> but not something she did often in the bedroom. He nodded, his breathing getting more shallow as Fi lifted his dick, which had become quite hard. Fiona smirked, long fingers sliding up and down along his shaft, icy blue eyes locked onto his.

Her other hand grasped his balls, tenderly squeezing them, not too hard, just enough to make his toes curl. His leg twiched as she slid her tongue up the side; This time, he could see her tongue moving along each vein it touched. Again, another bead of pre formed, and she gave it a kiss. Her fingers pulled up on his dick, skin bunching up slightly around the tip so that she could press her tongue in between the makeshift foreskin and the phallic head before sliding it around in a half-circle, back and forth, making him take in a soft gasp, breath catching in his throat.

She pulled her hand down again, her lips engulfing the tip. The entire time, her eyes had not left Windy's face. Fiona seemed to be quite enjoying herself, though the smile she was giving him was... Different, somehow. It made him clench a little more than usual. Slowly, he bobbed her head, the tip of his dick becoming shinier by the moment, hand moving up and down again to spread the layer of saliva more evenly.

It wasn't unenjoyable, but Windy couldn't help but be distracted by whatever she was planning. This was going very similarly to how it usually went; She was lubing him up with her saliva, nothing too different about that. Perhaps it was the way she was doing it? She learned a trick to make the foreplay last longer? Well, that wasn't unsuccessful, he could certainly get used to--

"I said relax." Wind twitched, his eyes blinking as he looked at her. She had lifted up off of his dick, the glistening tower of flesh twitching with need as she grasped the base. "If you don't, I won't let you cum." Her tone was forceful, authoritative. Again, not unusual, she liked to take the lead, but... It was the <I>look.</I> She fixed him with an intense glare, her hand unmoving and her ears pinned back. "Stop thinking. Just look at me, don't talk, and watch. Understand?"

Something about this kind of domination pressed some normally obscure buttons, his leg twitching again. He gulped, tongue hanging out slightly as he panted, chest heaving. Windy nodded. Fi smiled.

"Good boy." The rabbit engulfed his dick again. Their eyes locked together, her lips moved halfway down the length, which was no small feat for most, as she continued to bob. Windy's right hand moved down from under his head, gripping the sheets beneath him, his chin lifting.

His back was arched, his leg lifted slightly as his knee bent and his toes curled, his eyes closed and he let out a soft groan. "Ff--" He almost swore, but remembered her order, his other hand lifting up to clamp over his maw. She was going deeper and faster, his sac was tightening, the muscles along his stomach and chest tensing up.

Her mouth moved from his dick, but her hand kept going, using her saliva as lubrication. "Are you gonna cum?" she demanded.

Windy nodded, preparing for release. The mere moments before it happened were always the hardest to end--

Fiona stopped.

The hybrid's eyes opened, staring, dumbfounded, at the ceiling, before he snapped his gaze to her. She gripped the base of his dick again, hand unmoving. His panting became harder, and he let out a desperate whine, staring at her. He tried to form words. His brain had become fogged.

"D'you wanna cum?" she asked, leaning slowly down so that her hot breath wafted on his dick. He nodded. "Are you sure?" Windy whined again, barely avoiding whiplash as he nodded aggressively. She made him suffer, for just a few more seconds. "...Then <I>cum!"</I> she ordered.

Suddenly, white streams of seed burst from his tip, and his head fell back against the pillows. The muscles in his legs tensed and his shoulders lifted as his back arched. The fur closest to his groin became matted, though a lot of it did land on his chest. He always was someone with a decent amount of volume.

All the while, Fiona's hand hadn't moved an inch, and she watched him with a satisfied little smile. Slowly, the hybrid untensed, his body relaxing and his chest still heaving. "...Holy shit," he gasped, hand lifting to press to his forehead. Seeing as Fiona didn't object, he assumed he could talk now. In fact, she was moving to lay on her belly on him, palms pressing to her cheeks and her elbows on his chest. "I mean... Holy shit." He was barely able to comprehend what exactly happened, there, looking down at his friend. "What was <I>that?"</I>

"'Ruined orgasm', according to the video," she said conversationally, despite her powerful yet soft thighs pressing around his dick as she tapped on the screen of her phone. "I was looking at PornHub while you were playing because of course I was, what else am I supposed to fucking do, and I found this." Turning the screen to him, she showed him a video of a woman giving a man, through POV, a handjob. The audio was muted, but her mouth moved, speaking the same words that Fi had as she stopped. At the word "Cum!", the penis in her grasp burst with semen, just like his own.

"...'Ruined'?" asked Windy, blinking at her as the video cut to another couple doing something similar. Apparently, it was a compilation. "I mean, I don't think we should do that too often, since I'm probably 'ruined' for blowjobs for a while, because, and I know I'm repeating myself, holy shit." Fiona snickered, placing her phone down again as she casually rubbed her moist, hot labia up and down his still rock-hard dick. "But that was honestly amazing, didn't feel like it was ruined at all. You've edged me before, but not... Y'know. Made me cum just by ordering me to."

Fiona laughed again, Windy attempting to relax despite her continued teasing, in spite of his dick being incredibly sensitive right now. "Well, hey, something fun to do for the future," she said, shrugging.

The hybrid took in a shuddering breath, hands moving up to rub up and down along Fi's waist and back. Suddenly, a thought occured to him. "...Wanna see if it works on you?" he asked. Fi's face split open in a massive, toothy grin as she rolled to the side, flopping onto her back.

"I thought you'd never ask."