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Bryce was pushing himself; he was benching his usual when he decided to up it. He sat up from the weight bench and rolled his shoulders admiring himself in the floor length mirror. He was an athletic 24-year-old human, short light brown hair, and charming hazel eyes. His sweat drenched, sleeveless University logo t-shirt clung to the lines of his well-muscled pecs and let him flex his arms to admire his biceps. Bryce made a show of getting up and going over to pull another two plates for his bar, his gaze darting to the side of the gym as he did so to be sure his show was not going unnoticed.

Bryce had heard that her name was Harley. Harley was an Anthro, a Honey Badger Anthro, but that didn’t diminish Bryce’s admiration, if anything it only heightened it. Harley was five foot maybe four inches of raw, animalistic, feminine power. Her workout garb clung to her thick, hourglass shaped body. Broad well-muscled shoulders and powerful arms that would shame most Marines come out from her workout top. Bryce admired the Honey Badger girl as she hefted hundreds of pounds onto those shoulders and bent her knees to squat them. The round curve of her tight rear with its short tail poking out over her leggings made Bryce shiver as Harley let out a deep, reverberating growl, her lips rolled back on her short muzzle bearing her sharp teeth as she squatted the weight back up and onto the rack with a teeth-rattling clang. Bryce couldn’t but admire her thick muscular thighs as she lifted, her leggings giving a tantalizing hint of the muscles contained in them.

Between sets, Harley wiped her forehead with the back of one hand, her fingers ending in long, sharp nails that matched the predator’s teeth in her animalistic muzzle. Her fur was jet black on her front with a glimmering silver streak down her back highlighted by a thin line of white fur. As Harley rested sweat beaded down her neck and along her shoulders and slipped down her chest and between the ample curves of her breasts. Her dark colored eyes glanced at the human who quickly looked away to feign his attention on his own exercise.

Bryce quickly returned to his workout as he locked the new plates in place. Two-fifty, Bryce thought as he slipped into position under the barbell and gripped the heavy metal bar. It was a lot but he was determined to do it, especially since he could see that the Honey Badger girl was still resting and watching him curiously. He took a deep breath and prepared himself, a bead of anxious sweat slipped down his forehead. “One,” he hissed as he forced the bar up and guided it down to his chest, then back up. “And two,” the human pressed again. He could feel his arms and chest burning from the effort and his breathing came hard. “And three… And four…” Bryce lowered the bar to his chest as he felt his left arm falter. Bryce struggled against the weight as he tried to get the bar back into the rack but it was too late; he lost control.

The bar fell and caught the human athlete across the throat, he gasped out a choked cry as he used his flagging strength try to keep the barbell from crushing his windpipe as he tried to push the weight away. His mind filled with exploding stars, his vision swam, and his throated burned in a desperate, gasping hunt for air; for a moment Bryce wondered, was this the end? On some level he thought it would be fitting if he died tried to impress a girl…

Suddenly Bryce felt the weight shift from his neck and he could breathe again. He took in a ragged gasp that smelled like sweat, metal, and animal. The human coughed as he sat up, his lungs hurriedly sucking in every ounce of oxygen. Bryce saw the Honey Badger girl, Harley, set the 225-pound barbell aside, a wry smile splitting her broad muzzle flashing her ivory, carnivorous teeth as she looked at the human, “You okay there, Chokey McGee?” her voice, a rough, deep predatory growl.

“I…” Bryce stammered, “I… yeah. Thanks.” He managed to stammer, his face an enflamed red from the combination of having been choked and embarrassment.

The Badger girl waved it off with a rolling shrug. “No problem. Just… if that’s your thing, maybe not in the gym?” she said with a wink as she walked back over to the squat rack she was using with a confident casualness.

Bryce blushed a deeper crimson as he grabbed a towel and hurried to the locker room, that was enough making a fool of himself for one day.

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Bryce glanced at the sign over the door that read in faded letters, The Pack Hunter. Even on the far side of the door he could feel the pulsing, chest rattling bass rumbling inside. Dressed in a pair of nice jeans, a band shirt with a faded blue hoodie over it, Bryce clung to his ticket as he waited for the bouncer. One ticket to the all hyena Anthro punk band, The Face Eaters, they were a guilty pleasure. Their music wasn’t refined, in fact their lyrics bordered on just lewd, vulgar, and profane screaming yet they always put on a good show. It had been a long week and as Bryce handed his ticket to the Bull Terrier Anthro serving as the bouncer, he was already planning his night. Get drunk. Party hard. See where things went.

The bouncer tore his ticket and gave him the stub before nodding the human in. Bryce stepped into the bar, crashed into a wave of sound, and into a sea of Anthros. The Face Eaters didn’t have many human fans and Bryce quickly surveyed the bar to see only a handful of “pinkies” other than himself. Instead he saw a sea of fur, feathers, and scales, hooves, claws, and horns, and tails that swung to the beat of the music that made walking through the crowd a risk-fraught challenge. Bryce carefully worked his way to the bar, stepping over a crocodile’s thick tail and nearly having his foot crushed by an equine hoof before he got to the scarred and stained wood top and tarnished metal railing.

This close to the bar everything smelled like alcohol, sweat, and brass. Over the booming music Bryce could barely hear the Doberman behind the bar as he barked at him for his order. “G and T,” Bryce shouted over the din. The canine bartender’s ear twitched in his direction before he nodded his brown muzzle in acknowledgement. Bryce leaned against the bar as he waited and looked out over the crowd as the warm-up band took a bow and the MC came back out. A radiant Zebra woman, the MC shouted over the crowd.

“ARE YOU FUCKERS READY?” she yelled in the mic. The crowd screamed back their excitement. “WHAT? ARE YOU READY TO VISIT YOUR GRANDMA? WHAT WAS THAT? I SAID… ARE. YOU. READY FOR THE FUCKING FACE EATERS!!!!” Bryce winced as the crowd replied with a cacophony of howls, barks, roars, bleats, and cries. “That’s better,” the Zebra MC said as she swept back her striped mane, “Here they are, bitches!”

Bryce quickly slipped the bartender his money and grabbed his freshly made drink as he stood on his toes to see over the crowd as four hyena Anthros in shredded clothes with their manes dyed bright red, came out onto stage to a chorus of cheers. The four members of the Face Eaters took up their places with mock solemnity. The lead singer looked back at the band, nodded his head a few times to establish a beat before turning back to the crowd. The music started up with the lead singers snarled cry of “FUCK YA SELVES!”

The bar rattled with music and the energy of a multitude of fans. Alcohol flowed freely, as did other substances; the audience sang, screamed, and danced along. Bryce for his part downed his first drink quickly and soon found himself deep into a second and third as he lost himself in the music and energy though he avoided the mosh pit that was being dominated by a hulking horse Anthro who Bryce was confident could crush him without even noticing.

Lost in the moment and deafened by the music Bryce let out a surprised yelp and jumped as he felt a strong, open hand slap him on his ass. The bewildered human spun on his heel to find himself looking into the toothy, wide grin of a familiar Honey Badger.

“What’s up, Chokey!” she barked over the roar of the crowd her eyes glittering with the same mischievous energy as her smile. She was wearing a red Face Eater’s band tee with the sleeves torn off, leaving ragged edges around her well-toned arms, the neck of the shirt was also torn leaving a long trailing gash over her breasts and giving the human full view of her ample cleavage and her coarse black chest fur. The Honey Badger had also chosen a pair of black leather, form fitting pants that molded to her body so tightly and that matched her fur color so well that for a moment Bryce wondered if she was bottomless.

“I… I…” Bryce started his eyes betraying him as they strayed over the Anthro’s athletic body and traced the curves of her shoulders and chest. “The name’s Bryce!” He shouted in reply.

The Honey Badger shrugged, “Bryce, Chokey, whatever. Good to see you didn’t kill yourself playing David Caradine!” She chuffed at her own joke as she leaned her weight on one foot and planted a hand on her hip which only accentuated her hourglass figure. “Name’s Harley, not sure I ever said that when I saved your pinkie ass. Didn’t picture you as the Face Eater type.” The Honey Badger said as she playfully poked the human’s chest and band shirt with one long, pointed claw. “I thought you more the Smooth Players or some human easy listen type.”

“What? No! I love this shit. I love The Face Eaters. And Predators of the Serengeti. And The Lab Rats. And Death Coils,” Bryce retorted, as he counted off Anthro punk bands on his fingers.

“The Lab Rats,” Harley asked, “Which is better ‘White Mice’ or ‘Medical Experiments’?”

The human exaggeratedly rolled his eyes, “Duh. ‘Medical Experiments’.”

The Honey Badger nodded, “Alright, so you know your music. How about your drinks? What you got there?” Her nose wiggled as she sniffed at the human’s mostly empty glass.

“Gin and Tonic,” Bryce replied.

Harley snorted. “Pussy. Why not some good whiskey? Straight! It’ll put some fur on you, Chokey! Come on, let’s fix that,” she said as she grabbed the human’s arm and began to push towards the bar. Her shoulder down, the Honey Badger plowed a path through Anthro and human alike, snarling at anyone who hesitated or blocked her path until she pulled Bryce up beside at the bar. “HEY! Two shots of your cheapest, well whiskey,” she snapped at the Doberman bartender as she slapped money on the bar.

Before Bryce could object, two shot glasses of rotgut whiskey were in front him and the grinning Honey Badger was holding one of them up. “Uh,” Bryce said as he picked up the shot. “Cheers?” The Honey Badger clinked her glass against his with a playful growl before she slammed the shots down. Bryce, not without a touch of hesitation, threw back the brown liquor. The human winced at the caustic taste as he swallowed and let out a coarse cough as he flashed the Honey Badger a forced smile.

“That’s the spirit,” Harley cackled as she signaled to the bartender again.

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Bryce and Harley worked their way to the end of the stained, wooden bar with the human’s back against the wall as their conversation turned to a game of “Never Have I Ever”. The roar of the band and the patrons become a distant sound as the pair took turns challenging each other.

“Never Have I Ever…” Bryce started, “gotten arrested,” the human said. Harley grinned proudly as she grabbed her glass and took likely her sixth shot for the night. “What for?”

The Anthro wiped her muzzle with the back of one black paw, “Me and some pals broke into an old factory to skateboard and...” she slurred a little as the alcohol was catching up, “They still had a security guard? Who knew? Anyway, I ended up spray painting the word pig on the side of a cop car because he WAS a boar… no sense of humor!” Harley threw her head back with a belly laughed at the memory that stretched her tattered t-shirt to its brink. “My turn!” she said as she grabbed the bottle and refilled her shot glass. “Never Have I Ever… made out in a shitty, dive bar with an Anthro?”

Bryce hesitated, “Well, I made out for a human girl that was kinda gross in a dive bar. Does that count?”

“Nope,” Harley said, “I mean the REAL thing.”

“Then no,” the human said.

“We should fix that,” Harley said as she reached up and cupped one clawed hand behind Bryce’s head and pulled the human down to her level. Unresisting, Bryce pressed his lips against the end of her muzzle as her thin black lips parted and he felt her tongue press against his mouth. Bryce slipped his tongue around hers in response, her sharp teeth brushing his tongue as he explored her maw. Harley’s free hand reached out and grabbed the human’s rump again and pulled him closer, as her breasts pressed into his chest.

Bryce leaned into the Anthro’s lusty attention; his own hands reached out to wrap around her waist. Bryce felt his fingers run along her small of her back, tickling the white and silver fur between her shirt and leather pants and he slipped his fingers into Harley’s short and slightly coarse fur. Bryce could feel the cords of muscle in her back through her fur and he shivered in delight at the unusual but enjoyable sensation of the powerful female’s body. This close to her the human could smell her, the same animalistic scent from the gym mingled with alcohol and the lingering hint of shampoo in her fur gave her a complex but pleasant aroma.

Harley’s grip tightened as she turned her head to press her muzzle against Bryce’s face, her jaws open wide enough that in a different scenario it might have looked like she was attempting to bite the human. Bryce grabbed Harley’s left leg as she raised it up and hooked it around his right leg as she locked the human into place. Her leather pants squeaked as Bryce squeezed her thick, muscular leg marveling at the raw strength in the limb. Bryce gasped for breath in between sensual assaults as Harley’s clawed hands moved from the back of his head and rear and began to hungrily explore him. He felt one paw slide up his shirt to feel along his six-pack, as Harley’s fingers carefully traced the lines of his abs with her claws.

The Honey Badger pulled back and slipped her muzzle beside the human’s left ear. She whispered, her deep voice taking on a new husky, breathlessness, “You are pretty cute for a pinkie,” she nearly growled. “I’ve seen you looking at me in the gym and I can smell that you are into me.”

Bryce blushed and squeezed her thigh in response, unable and unsure how else to reply.

“I live two blocks from here,” Harley continued before Bryce could respond, her trowel shaped tail wiped excitedly behind her, “what do you say, Chokey?” The Anthro punctuated her question by taking Bryce’s ear lobe between her teeth and she squeezed it pointedly. “I should warn you. I bite.”

For a brief moment Bryce was able to hear the lead singer of the Face Eaters belt out his line “YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE, YOU ONLY DIE ONCE.” Bryce looked into the Honey Badge girls’ dark eyes, an expectant look on her face as she waited for his reply, and it seemed like good advice.

“Lead the way,” the human said.

Harley let go of the human’s head and unlaced her leg from his, her dark eyes glittered with a ferocious, excited light as she slipped one clawed hand into Bryce’s belt and began to lead him away from the bar and off towards an unknown, but assuredly exciting something. “I like men that live dangerously…”

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Bryce found himself being led by his belt a short distance down the road and up an external flight of stairs to an apartment on the second floor over a corner store. The metal stairs that ascended the two-story brick building clang under their feet and the human could smell that whatever was being cooked in the little corner store was spiced so heavily it made his nose burn. Harley, still lead him by the belt, as she unlocked the door and swung it inwards and pulled Bryce inside with an unceremonious jerk.

The Honey Badger pronounced, “Welcome to my home. Let me give you the tour,” as she flicked on the overhead lights which sputtered and hummed as they cast a dull eggshell colored glow over the room. It was a small apartment: the living room had a battered, blue-gray sofa posed in front of a small television with a table made from the wooden spool used to store electrical wire in front of it. A few dishes from previous meals lay stacked on the spool along with several music magazines. A few pictures hung haphazardly on the walls and tattered curtains screened the windows that looked out over the street.

Attached to the living room was a small kitchenette with a refrigerator that hummed and clicked to itself beside a stove that still had a skillet with the remnants of something cooked into a concrete like mass init. “This is the living room slash dining room slash kitchen,” Harley explained as she led the human by his belt through the room and past a pile of unsorted laundry, Bryce couldn’t help but notice the same pair of workout pants he had admired her in before on the pile. “And over here is the bedroom and bathroom,” she added as she guided him through an open door into the only other room of the apartment.

The bedroom was dominated by a king-sized bed on a metal frame made from reused metal pipes. Silver and black sheets were thrown haphazardly over the bed along with a few pillows including at least one that had bite marks in it. A low wooded dresser sat to one side, the top drawer partially open letting Bryce see an assortment of adult novelties and toys in it including several fanciful dildos. “Don’t mind those,” Harley said as she bumped the draw closed with a hip, “those aren’t for beginners”.

The walls of the bedroom caught Bryce’s attention as they were plastered with posters for punk bands. Dozens upon dozens of them overlapped and covered nearly every available surface. Some were old, some new but the collection was impressive. The human’s eyes flicked over the collection as he mentally marked off which bands he had seen, listened to, or at least heard of. Bryce turned around as he felt the Anthro release his belt and he heard the bed creak as Harley sat on the edge of the bed, her leather pants already in a heap at the foot of the bed alongside a pair of red boyshort panties.

Harley was nude from the waist down and sat with her legs spread invitingly. Her powerful thighs with their coal black fur parted to let the human see his ultimate prize. The Honey Badge had trimmed her fur carefully leaving her dark flesh exposed and Bryce could already see a fine layer of moisture. Harley pointed one clawed finger between her legs and said, “Well?”

Bryce grinned as he walked over, slipped off his hoodie, and knelt down in front of the Honey Badger Anthro, his heart racing in anticipation. She licked her pink tongue along her muzzle, her dark eyes followed the human, as Bryce placed one hand on each knee and gently pushed Harley’s legs apart. Bryce leaned forward and lowered his head between her powerful legs as he took in a deep breath. He could smell her musk and arousal; it was a uniquely heady scent that Bryce took in greedily that made his own arousal spike. He slid his hands from Harley’s knees up her thighs and savored the combination of rough, black fur between his fingers and thick muscle under his palm. Bryce scooted forward, let his hands trace the lines of Harley’s leg as the human lowered his head.

Harley leaned back on the bed and draped her legs over the human’s shoulders thrust herself forward and give him direct access to her womanhood. She crossed her clawed feet behind Bryce’s back and pressed his face into her wet, black slit that glistened in the low light with her arousal. Her thighs squeezed around Bryce’s head and locked him in place, leaving the human only one choice. Bryce pressed his lips against the Anthro’s offered pussy and kissed her worshipfully. The otherworldly, musky and sharp smell in his nose with an undercurrent of floral leftover by her fur shampoo made the human shiver as he ran his tongue along her lips in a long lap from the bottom up. Bryce teased his tongue carefully along Harley’s slit so her dark flesh parted slightly and he could savor his first taste of the Honey Badger woman he had lusted after for so long.

Harley let out a low growl and her legs tightened approvingly around the human’s head; Bryce set himself to work, his tongue lavishly slid up and down her womanhood lapping at her like a thirsty animal. Her dark flesh parted gently and Bryce could taste her silky, wet body, Harley’s arousal left her well lubricated already. Bryce paused in his enthusiastic licking to wrap his lips around the Honey Badger’s slit and the dark pearl of her clit and he sucked gently on her flesh. The sudden rush of pleasure made Harley’s legs cinch around the human and her low growl became a predatory snarl of ecstasy. The rough, black fur around her pussy pressed against Bryce’s face and teased his nose and lips as he purposefully let his teeth graze against Harley’s hood and her inflamed clit. The powerful thighs around his head pressed angrily against his ears, confirming that he had found the right spot as his tongue pushed back the protective hood to brush against her midnight button.

The Honey Badger slipped one clawed hand up her torn, red shirt and cupped one ample breast in her hand and pinched her swollen nipple to simulate her upper body as her human companion worked on her lower body. Harley’s body shivered, the waves of her enjoyment causing her muscular form to clench and flex in reflexive response. Bryce had resumed his lapping motions as he felt Harley’s body twitch around him. Sensing a moment, the human careful to not disrupt his methodical pace of licking and sucking, raised himself and the Honey Badger’s legs up, and bent Harley into an L-shape lying on her back which gave the human even greater access to her pussy. Repositioned, Bryce wrapped his arms around the thick legs that imprisoned him, his hands again traced the lines of Harley’s muscles as he escalated to gently bite and nip at Harley’s tight, black flesh. His weak human teeth stood no chance of harming the Honey Badger Anthro but the gentle pinch of his teeth on her sensitive womanhood proved effective.

Harley clenched her own teeth, her muzzle curled into a snarl, her breath came through her nose in short snorts and bursts as Bryce carefully bit at her most intimate parts. “Aaaaaarrrh,” the Honey Badge snarled, “fuck yes. Harder. Haaaarder.” Harley thumped her heel against the human’s back like she was spurring on a horse. Bryce smiled to him as he paused a moment to admire his handiwork; the Honey Badger’s crotch was a wet, slippery mess of drool and feminine juices. Her fur was slick and her flesh glimmered in the low light like a ripe fruit waiting for Bryce to resume his meal. Another pointed heel to the back and a clench of her imprisoning thighs made the message clear and Bryce went in for the kill. The human lowered himself in and took in a long, slow breath to savor the musky, animal yet feminine smell of Harley before he gently placed his teeth on her swollen clitoris and lightly bit it.

Harley’s hips jerked against his face and her legs seized painfully around him; Bryce almost yelped in surprise as he felt the Honey Badger girl’s whole-body shiver and a growl come from deep in her chest. Harley’s body bucked against the human as she squirmed and thrashed in ecstasy. Bryce could taste her orgasm as her body sprayed his face with her natural lubrication. For several seconds Bryce kept gentle pressure on Harley’s black pearl until her hips stopped rocking against his face and he could hear her growling subside to a low panting. The Honey Badger’s legs relaxed around the human’s face and slowly she unlaced them and let Bryce free. The human leaned back and brushed one arm across his face to clean off the fine layer of Honey Badge juice on it.

Bryce took a minute to admire his handiwork in the dimly lit room; the curvy, athletic Honey Badger was reclined on her bed, her eyes unfocused as her ample chest heaved as she took deep breaths. Her shapely legs that just moments ago had been Bryce’s exotic restraints were relaxed and draped over the edge of the bed, leaving her wet and sloppy crotch exposed to the gentle breeze in the room among ever growing stain of moisture on the sheets. Bryce felt justifiably proud of himself and like he had, in some strange way, redeemed himself after his embarrassing gym fiasco.

Harley let out a satisfied sigh as she sat up on the bed, her dark eyes glittering in the low light. “Well,” she said her teeth clicking together as she eyed the human hungrily, “that was a damn good start.” The honey badger slipped off the side of the bed and pulled offer her top in one fluid motion, the fabric causing her ample breasts to bounce lightly as she dropped the shirt. Fully naked, Bryce took the momentary pause in action to admire his partner. Naked save for her black, rough fur covered Harley’s fit body Bryce admired the lines of her six-pack abs, her strong pecs and matching heavy breasts, strong and wide shoulders, and cut arms and legs.

“Your turn. Get naked and get on that bed,” Harley barked at the human, one clawed finger pointing at the mattress, as she pulled open the top draw on the dresser beside the bed.

“Yes, ma’am,” Bryce said he hurriedly stood and began to strip out of his clothes. In his excitement, he stumbled as his left leg got caught in his jeans almost causing his to trip as he dumped his own clothes in an unceremonious pile at the foot of the bed. Bryce caught Harley giving him a sideling glance from the side of the bed, her eyes roving over his body. Bryce was not shy about his body and like the Honey Badger Anthro he was well-toned from long hours spent in the gym. He was quite proud of his washboard abs, his strong pecs, legs, and tight rear. Despite this, he was quick to notice that Harley’s eyes lingered on his already mostly erect penis that jutted angrily into the open air.

Bryce crawled onto the bed himself as he remembered his orders. The mattress left something to be desired and he heard the springs squeal and squeak as he moved to the middle of the bed. Bryce rolled onto his back and turned to watch Harley, the bar of silver fur running down her back drawing his eyes down to her excitedly flicking tail and round, tight rear. “What you are looking for,” Bryce asked both curiously and cautiously.

The naked honey badger turned back holding two sections of purple nylon cord. “These,” Harley announced as she marched over to the side of the bed. She reached out and pressed one clawed hand onto Bryce’s shoulder to roll him fully onto his back. The human could not suppress a grin as Harley hopped up onto the bed, the mattress heaved and the springs squealed. Harley took Bryce’s right hand and raised his arm up over his head, she quickly wrapped the purple nylon around his wrist and affixed him to one of the metal slates of the bed. Without comment she leaned over the human to take his left wrist and hurried tied it up as well, letting her ample breasts press against Bryce’s face as she did, much to his delight.

“You, uh,” Bryce said she pulled against the silken material tight around his wrists as she leaned forward slightly to let the human’s face nestle between her breasts while she worked, “seem to have practice doing this.”

“A bit,” she replied as she synched the cord tight. In that moment Bryce felt an array of sensations, the smooth nylon on his wrists, the cool metal of the bed frame against the back of hands, Harley’s coarse fur and softness of her breasts on his face, and as she leaned back to survey her work, she licked the human across the face leaving a smear of drool across his cheek.

Satisfied that Bryce wasn’t going anywhere without her permission, Harley leaned back, shifted her weight, and swung her legs across her now restrained companion to sit on his belly and straddled him. In the low light Bryce could make out her feral grin, her pearly teeth and black gums exposed and her pinkish-red tongue licked along her short muzzle. Harley ground her loins against the human’s stomach leaving a trail of her natural, musky lubricant behind with each shift, her thighs held Bryce in place beneath her. The bed creaked under the rhythmic motions and the Anthro let out a low growl as she playfully traced her clawed fingers along the human’s shoulders and chest.

“We need to work on your cardio,” Harley pronounced in her best fitness instructor voice as she continued to fondle the helpless human, her long nails teased his soft pink skin while her nethers ground into his abdomen pointedly. “I want your BPM at 150. No slacking, got it? No pain, no gain,” she added again flashing the human a predatory grin. She Shifted her weight and pressed her perky, round rear against the human’s already erect cock, her trail draped over his dick and him lined up between her perky cheeks as she braced her clawed hands on his shoulders.

Bryce shivered at the sensation of his sensitive penis suddenly feeling the warmth of her body, the rough fur, and pleasant muscles of her rear. The Anthro girl teasingly raised and lowered her hips while she pressed back and teased the human’s partial erection. “I’ve seen you look at my ass every chance you get,” Harley teased, “is it as good you dreamed it would be?”

“Even better,” the human replied as he watched the black furred predator sitting on him. From this angle Bryce let himself admire her body and the hours upon hours of labor that went into training herself to be lean, sensual, and powerful. Every inch of her body, evolved to be a dangerous predator able to fight creatures many times her size was being used to as a tool of their mutual pleasure.

Harley chuffed in amusement as her legs tightened their grip on the human’s side, she raised herself up and let Bryce’s painfully erect cock slide down the cleft between her pert ass checks. One clawed hand reached back and wrapped carefully around the pink, bouncing shaft which elicited a quiet moan from Bryce. Harley delicately pressed the head of his cock against her slit and held it there for a second, as she let her partner feel the heated juices dripping from her pussy and down his shaft.

Tied to the bedframe, his sensitive manhood in a clawed hand, pinned beneath a muscular honey badger female a small part of Bryce’s brain screamed in alarm, what was he doing, yet that part was drowned out by the part that was ready to be taken as Harley’s mate. Like a restrained animal Bryce squirmed in needful anticipation as his dick was being coated with hot, wet lubricant. He let out his own semi-feral growl of lust.

Harley glanced at the human and she tutted at him, “Not until I say so.”

“Oh God,” Bryce plead, “you tease.”

The Honey Badger female chuckled as she wiggled her hips and let her silky pussy envelop just the tip of the human’s cock. Bryce sucked air in through his teeth as he felt the flesh of Bryce’s slit spread and begin to take him into her only the have her raise her hips again. Harley subjected the human to this ritual several more times, each time she let a fraction of an inch slip deeper in. Bryce’s eyes rolled back in his head as he attempted to press his hips up but found he was helpless in the vise-like grip of Harley’s tights.

Suddenly Harley let the human’s cock free from her hand and she slammed her hips down on Bryce who let out a yelp of surprise as the bed bounced underneath them and he found himself hilted inside the sensual, incredibly tight Honey Badger.

“I should warn you,” Harley growled through a clenched muzzle, her lips pulled back in a vicious display of pleasure, “I do about three hundred Kegels a day.” Bryce moaned lewdly as he felt Harley’s body clench around him, her tight, silky insides squeezed his shaft like a snake coiling around its prey. Bryce had never felt a pussy like this, tight and hot, he could feel her body squeeze around him with a level of control no human could muster.

“Holy fuck,” Bryce said as Harley returned both her paws to his shoulders and slowly raised her hips up, letting Bryce’s erection slide its whole length through her body as she shivered in pleasure. The Honey Badger drew the human’s cock out of her until just the tip remained before she slammed herself back down aggressively and drew out another yelp of pleasure and pain from the human.

Harley then began to set an angry pace, her claws gripped Bryce’s shoulders as she leaned forward over him, her sharp, bared teeth only a foot from his face as her hips pounded a staccato beat into him. Bryce’s world shrank to this moment: the combination of sensations of coarse fur and strong legs that gripped his sides, the slippery, sensual tightness of the honey badger’s pussy as she squeezed him, the feel of her hot breath on his face, his wrists tied over his head rendering him helpless to the onslaught of sensation. The human felt somewhere between a beloved horse being ridden hard and a slab of meat being tenderized as Harley twisted her hips in intoxicating patterns.

The black furred female stroked her whole body along the human’s shaft, letting her bulk and strength control their engagement. With practiced dexterity, she gyrated her hips on the human while she kept his cock snuggly inside her as she used her body to write out their pleasure. Bryce groaned in delight as Harley ground the human deep inside her, she took his full length down to his balls with a wet, fluid slurp. What was surely only minutes but it felt like hours as Bryce’s hips bucked against the female Anthro, desperate to penetrate as deep as possible into her firm body.

Panting heavily, Harley leaned over, slipped one clawed hand behind Bryce’s head and pressed her muzzle against the human’s lips. Her thin, animalistic lips pressed against his full, human ones the short fur of her muzzle tickled him as she parted her jaws and slipped her wide tongue forward and into the human’s mouth. The affectionate display did not slow Harley down and Bryce jerked and strained against the restraints. The Honey Badger female varied her pace and gave Bryce brief periods of slow respite before resuming her hip-pounding assault. Bryce felt himself build rapidly towards his climax only to have Harley slow herself and draw back as she edged the human.

“Not yet,” Harley reminded her human as he neared his peak.

“I…” Bryce gasped. “I don’t know how you are doing this and I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“You’ll be fine,” Harley added casually as she slowed her pace once more.

“That’s easy for you to say,” Bryce added between beaths.

The Honey Badge rolled her eyes as she paused her assault. She leaned over and picked something off the side of the bed that Bryce couldn’t see before she leaned forward and said simply, “Shh,” as she waded up the pair of red panties she had been wearing earlier and stuffed them into Bryce’s mouth.

The human gagged in surprise as he suddenly tasted cotton and the now familiar taste of Harley’s arousal. He sputtered around the makeshift gag as Harley gave him a knowing, predatory grin as she raised up her hips and let his cock slide out of her body with a slimy slurp. The Honey Badger girl shifted her weight on her human captive and swung around to put her sliver stripped back, and shapely ass, toward the Bryce. She reached forward and grabbed the human’s knees as she repositioned herself, now in reverse cowgirl over the human’s still erect penis.

Without another word, she slammed her hips back down to the muffled sound of the human’s pleasure and Harley’s growl of delight. She resumed her grueling pace for a few more minutes and she drew Bryce to the edge and back twice more. He moaned lustily into his gag and strained against both the ropes and her thighs as his body was wracked with sensation. Harley raised her arms and laced her fingers behind her head as she gyrated her hips against Bryce’s and let him admire the view from behind.

From behind his gag, Bryce groaned his approval as his eyes followed the flowing, sultry silver line along the Honey Badger’s back and the supple flex of her muscles. Harley practically danced on his cock, her hourglass frame belied the grace she could show as she bobbed up and down on the human. Her hips continued to pound on Bryce as she worked the human like one of the toys in her dresser drawer, Bryce’s muted cries not all that different that the buzzing of some of them.

The bedframe banged loudly against the wall as Harley rode Bryce like a disobedient steed. The human’s eyes remained fixated on her as he weakly strained against his retirants in a feeble attempt to touch and feel his beautiful companion. Her tight, tantalizing ass bounced merrily against him, her tailed flicked about excitedly drawing his attention constantly back to her perfect glutes. Through the haze of pleasure and pain, Bryce thought to himself that he would give anything to cup those perfect cheeks in his hands and squeeze them.

Any further thoughts the human might had were lost as Harley dipped her hips down load and engulfed him again to the base of his shaft. She held the human inside her as her inner muscles squeezed around him as her body attempted to milk his dry. Bryce’s memory briefly recalled her warning that she did three-hundred kegels a day.

“Are you ready?” Harley barked over her shoulder as she continued to grip him internally.

Bryce attempted to reply but choked on the cotton and arousal-soaked panties.

“You want more?” The Honey Badger replied as she twisted her hips and ground down on the human. Bryce moaned and jerked his hips up in hungry need for release. “What do you say?”

Bryce’s cock burned with hypersensitive need to release as he gasped desperately into the makeshift gag.

“What was that?”

“MMMMhhmmm!”

“What’s the magic word?” Harley asked as she reached between her legs and stroked the human’s swollen balls with her clawed fingers.

“AMMAHPRREEESEE,” Bryce screamed into the wadded undergarments.

“Close enough,” Harley’s body clenched around him and Bryce felt her inner muscle ripple along his manhood. Bryce’s hips jerked at the new sensation as Harley relaxed as he orgasmed, his eyes rolled back in his head as his long-denied climax was released. He could feel gout after gout of his cum spray into the Honey Badger’s body as she clenched and unclenched tightly around him and she did not let a single drop escape.

Harley’s eyes were closed as Bryce came a rapturous look of satisfaction on her muzzle as she completed her conquest of the human. Bryce felt what little strength he had left drain from his body with his orgasm as Harley rocked her hips on his to milk out the final bits of his climax.

“You did good,” she playfully growled as she turned around, with his cock still firmly inside, and pulled her used panties out of the human’s mouth. She pressed her muzzle against Bryce’s face and his lips in a post-coital, post-gagged kiss. Her pink tongue licked along the human’s teeth and lips as she cleaned her mess companion. Bryce returned the affectionate attention to the best of his ability with his hand still tied up over his head. He glanced pointedly at his restrained wrists.

Finally, Harley’s clawed hands carefully untied Bryce’s restrains, the purple nylon casually tossed aside before she raised her hips one last time to unmount herself. The human felt his cock slide out the Honey Badger’s warm, soft body and back into the cool night air.

Bryce laid there in disbelief in the linger afterglow of his climax as he subconsciously rubbed his sore wrists and hips. “That…” he began “that was mindblowing….”

Harley laid down on the bed beside the human and snuggled up against him as one clawed finger traced little circles on his belly. She smelled of human and animal sweat and sex. “Mmmhm,” she murmured indistinctly as she pressed her muzzle into the side of his neck. Her teeth brushed the human’s neck as she gave him an affectionate nip. “We’ll have to do this again.”

Bryce rolled over to face the Honey Badger and kissed her on the tip of her muzzle, “Just name the time and the place.”

Harley yawned and stretched out on the bed and let the human have a lewd gaze at his handiwork, her pussy fur a matted mess of rapidly drying cum, her fur disheveled, their clothes in a pile on the floor, and a pair of red drool and arousal-soaked panties on the bed beside them. “How about around 11am tomorrow morning?”

Bryce hesitated. “I’m not sure my hips will be able to handle that so soon.”

Harley gave him a lazy shrug, “Then I guess you’ll just have to find a way to be on top.”

“I guess that means I’m staying the night?” Bryce asked as he wrapped his arms around the Honey Badger girl. He pulled the sheet that stank of cum and sweat over them both as he awaited her reply.

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“I guess that’s a yes,” Bryce said quietly and he gave Harley a good night kiss on her muzzle and settled in for the night. He’s need his rest for tomorrow around 11 after all.