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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Maddie moaned, the bunny leaning back in the arms of the big, black bull, his horns gleaming as if they were freshly waxed. She faced the camera, which seemed to have been positioned high in the corner of the living room, bounced up and down on a cock that even on its own should have been far, far too much for a pussy as small and as tight as hers. Her mouth hung open in orgasmic delight, though the bunny was so far gone as her auburn hair bounced around her shoulders that it was impossible to say whether she was having one orgasm or many orgasms. In the end, as long as she was enjoying herself with Vaughn, Ninnin didn’t care.

The racoon watched the TV, the late-night only solitary for a little while before Maddie got home, but he was going to enjoy himself in the meantime, watching his lovely, slutty bunny-wife get fucked and bred. By a cock, nonetheless, that should have split her in two! Yet how much cock she could take was legendary and Ninnin was not about to pass up the opportunity to partake in some of the best moments of the whole show and recording. It was why he had the expensive video equipment sent over and set up — by Cody, of course. The equine student at the local college, quite prestigious, in fact, was surely proving himself to be a great help…

Sitting back with a glass of whisky that would have been from the top shelf, if it had been in the bar (he’d actually had it imported in), Ninnin smiled, the racoon’s tail flicking contentedly back and forth. Not much, only a twitch, though a lot of furries forgot how much racoons communicated with their tails too, even if their little signals were different. But what his tail was saying right then, with its loose, relaxed, happy swing, was that all was right with Ninnin’s little corner of the world.

He watched, almost forgetting his drink, though it would be there once again when he wanted it, eyes fixed on the screen, his wife’s moans filling the room. The surround sound system made it seem as if she was right there in the room with him, his shaft hardening, thickening under his black trousers. He hadn’t changed after work, not yet, but that could wait, the buttons of his shirt popped loose at the collar while he took in the show.

Maddie moaned, bouncing on Vaughn’s cock like fleshlight, the huge bulge in her abdomen impossible to miss. It was almost as if it had been added as a CGI istanbul Escort Bayan effect, something that could not possibly be real, yet Ninnin knew with a flush of pride that it was most certainly his wife. And she could take and do anything she wanted to, even as the bull grunted and slammed up into her, treating her like a plaything. The collar that he had encouraged Maddie to pack and try out with him helped rather a lot with that image, though he wondered if she would find it enticing enough to take with her to more dalliances. If she enjoyed it, it was all fine by him.

He tipped in a little closer to the screen, even though it was more than large enough, hungry to see the swell of her lower belly as she was pumped full of seed. God, those huge, hung studs could really cum, the young frat boys finding their feet in college. They just seemed to cum and cum and cum with no end in sight, seed slopping and practically spraying out of the join between their bodies as he almost tried to inflate the bunny.

Maddie groaned, her head and long, flopping ears falling back against him, though the bull had his arms around her, one locked around her waist and the other paw grasping a breast, though everyone knew that Maddie’s whole body was the main event there. The only thing that could have made that moment visually more appealing to Ninnin would have been seeing some of the crudest, lewdest things that Maddie liked written on her scrawled across her fur in marker at that moment. Alas, there didn’t seem to have been a moment with Vaughn for her to encourage him to do that, but there was, in that case, only one of the bull and one of the bunny.

Maybe next time she visited Cody and the studs at the frat house? He smiled, sipping his drink, settling back again as the bull’s cock sprung out of Maddie’s pussy in a lewd slop of their sexual fluids, a combined cocktail that needed no sweetness at all to be mixed in. It was already perfect as it was, Maddie was perfect as she was — and he never would have wanted to change that.

If they were talking, he blurred out the words in his mind, instead watching as he pinned her on all fours, the camera angle (that had to be Cody’s editing at work, nice job) changing to a position behind them. That time, the bull pinned her roughly and almost viciously (nowhere near the bunny’s limits, of course) over the arm of the sofa, her small rump shoved up in the air for the pleasure of his cock.

The angle, between the bull’s legs, showed exactly how Vaughn ploughed into her, as if the bull had absolutely no care or regard for her wellbeing at all. And yet that was exactly how Maddie liked it, crying out again and again, though Ninnin knew her more than well enough to know that she was already climaxing all over again, bent over like a whore who had a line up behind her to be used. He was sure, back when that had been happening, she had been wishing istanbul Escort that there was a whole frat house or more of studs waiting to take her, perhaps more stallions and big dogs with knots too, but the bull dosed up on Viagra seemed to be given her a run for her money too.

“Ohhhh, yes!” Maddie squealed, one foot kicking up, toes curling as her foot flexed. “Yes… More! Ohhhhhh!”

But she could barely get out more than that as the bull grunted, his toned glutes working fiercely, glistening with sweat. He slammed into her, the slop of his cock slamming into her well-used and well-bred pussy filling the room as if they were there with Ninnin, though the racoon still did not spare a moment to rub his hard-on, not even through his trousers. That moment was not for him, even if it all was there, laid out for his viewing pleasure. If he was going to take pleasure like that, he’d much rather wait until his wife got home, lust rising, a warming glow and urgent prickle tugging at him, begging him to pay attention to the needs of his body.

There was plenty of time for that, Ninnin delicately running his tongue over his lower lip as Maddie grunted and tried to rock back on the bull’s cock. Her feet weren’t even touching the carpet anymore, hitched up in the air, giving herself over to the mighty breeding power of the bull. Of course, there were no condoms involved and Ninnin wondered what excuse she had given to be bred bareback that time, or if Vaughn had not even cared at all. Beyond ensuring that she was safe and happy with the sexual partners she chose, he was only there to reap the spoils. If she wanted to take risk after risk about getting knocked up and seeing her stomach swell…

Mmm, that was a good thought. A thought that almost distracted him from the show on the screen.

Maddie grunted and groaned with every thrust, breathless with lust, her little bunny tail flicked up as high as she could get it for the bull’s breeding pole. The thick rod of flesh, massive all on its own with a slightly rounded tip and faintly defined glands, slammed into her, though the lewd slop of so much cum that had already been forced into her pouring out could not be set aside. There was too much, so much that it should be impossible for her to leave that liaison without a bun in the oven. Or more than one, if it was to be believed about how easy it was to knock up bunnies…

The bull snorted heavily, wetly, not caring for the cruder moments, the wet, messy moments, cum dripping down Maddie’s legs, as he took her. As he slammed in, he used her like a fleshlight, the bunny screaming through yet another orgasm, his cock hitting all the right spots inside her as if it was a dick that had been made only for her, exactly for her.

But the bull was far from done yet as he searched for another hole into which to spend his load, drawing out to a needy chorus of whimpers from Maddie, only Escort istanbul to use his cum-slickened shaft to plug her tail hole. He was not gentle as he ground into her and the bunny was left panting and scrambling as he tugged on her leash, the end wrapped around his paw as he yanked it taut, grunting thickly.

“Take it…” He growled, sounding more like a predator than a prey species. “All of it… This is what you wanted…unff…slutty bunny…needy cock sleeve…”

She squealed, but Ninnin could not be sure if she was getting off hands-free solely from being fucked in the arse, which would have been very impressive. He stretched her backside, though not to its limit by any means: she’d taken two and even three cocks up there before — big, meaty dicks too! There was nothing small about anything that the bunny took her pleasure with, stretching beyond the limits of any natural fur, though no one, not even any doctors, knew quite how she was capable of it.

Still, it was hot to be ploughed so full, a cock sleeve or a condom, nothing more than a vessel for collecting cum. There were cruder terms to be used, but Ninnin couldn’t think of them, not as he brought the drink to his lips once more with a paw that was not as steady as it had been. She was hot, hotter than even he had ever imagined her to be, more and more beautiful and sexy every time he saw her. And he couldn’t wait until his bunny was back in his arms.

Vaughn, bellowed, stomping, his ropey tail lashing, sending his seed into her backside, though it was sure that it was not the first load he had dumped up in there since their play had begun. No, with a bull like that, a stud like that, it was sure that there was always more to come, something that Ninnin was quite sure his wife hungered for.

The camera angle switched again, jumping to the next “scene of interest”, as Cody put it. Ninnin could view the whole reel if he liked, but considering just how long a bunny could fuck and how insatiable Maddie was, that would take a considerable amount of time, especially if he wanted to view every angle from every camera set up in the rooms. On his back, Vaughn let Maddie ride him, a ball gag shaped like a carrot (bright orange) stuffed in her mouth as she moaned around it and drooled, riding his fat cock with her inner thighs marked with his cum. He tugged the leash taut as she faced the camera, showing any potential viewer, such as her husband, just how much dick there was to plunge into her tight snatch, need rising. Ninnin watched avidly, tipping in closer, his cock hard, too hard, the studly grunts of the bull all that he heard. Yet it was not that he wanted to be in Vaughn’s position but that he wanted to relish and take in every moment, from the bounce of Maddie’s breasts and her soft fur to the huge bulge in her abdomen from the beast breeding her…

The front door slammed and his head shot up, almost spilling his whisky. Unbidden, the racoon’s face broke into a grin, the living area still exploding with moans and grunts and the intricate sounds of sex.

“Honey! I’m home!”

Murmuring, Ninnin opened his shirt a button more, the reel of Maddie getting fucked still playing.

It was time to see just how much his bunny had enjoyed her day…

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