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The cab driver couldn't keep his eyes off them in the back seat. His eyes would flicker, if only momentarily, to the rear view mirror angled just so that he could spy his fares before flashing back to the road. Perhaps it was an uncommon sight to behold, though that would have been a stretch of one terrible lie. If anything, at this hour, it was something to be expected.

The wolf had hailed the taxi, dressed rather resplendently with paw outstretched in the dead of night to call the driver over. Rather than many of the night's thoroughfare, this wolf with crisp white fur and an immaculate charm was dressed more for an evening at the theatre rather than for several deadening hours in the pumping clubs. The cabbie had been almost giddy that such a finely dressed man was to be his first fare of the night. But the lupine had not come alone; he had a companion with him. A petite rabbit, perhaps a foot shy of the wolf with shimmering caramel fur and a coquettish flirt, had tottered after the man with near bashful blushes. She too was dressed not for the nightclubs but for the opera, a beautiful purple gown draped across her lithe figure, the sexiest of pins every so often exposed through the cut of her dress. Wrapped ever so tightly around her shoulders, covering much of her chest to the driver's dismay, was a silk shawl, as pure as the wolf's coat if not dazzling like diamonds. Graciously the lupine had opened the door for her, like any gentlemen should, before climbing in after her - though one pinch to her presented rear as she had stooped over to clamber in herself had possibly set the tone for the rest of the ride.

Maybe then it was more that in the backseat of the taxi feelings had turned rapidly amorous. Soft petting and strokes across thighs had turned more lustful and soon the two were kissing one another as if the driver wasn't even there. The poor badger had averted his gaze as best he could, but there was something tantalising about watching them like a perverted voyeur, allowed only a glimpse of the scene in a few brief seconds from that tiny mirror. But really, if he were honest with himself, it might have been because the wolf was getting particularly frisky, with a paw slipping down beneath the elegant dress and slipped somewhere the badger could not see. Try as she might, this poor bunny could not hold back her moans despite every ounce of her working to suppress the sound. They whispered out in the faintest of whimpers, getting the old man hard as his paws gripped hard in the steering wheel, a bulge forming at his crotch. Hot damn, she was one hell of a sexy lady and the two lovebirds were really going at it, with the wolf hushing soft words into her ear whilst her cheeks flushed with ruby shades.

What the driver did not know was that this was no ordinary date. It was anything but; the two had spoken online for near enough to a week, one under the pseudonym 'Cottontail69' for the lovely dame, and the lord quite appropriately going by 'TallHandsomeGent'. The website they had met upon was nothing so forgivable as a dating site, on the contrary, it more so removed the date altogether and allowed its users to skip to the good part: the night long wild sex with no strings attached, unless of course you wanted that kind of thing. Everything had been so flexible and the pair had really hit it off in their messages. The rabbit had been smitten by the notion of some strong, tall, loving male claiming her, whilst the wolf was lusting after the sordid images of said lapine dressed in all manner of naughty lingerie. But there was one small catch, something that nobody so far had figured out, much to the rabbit's relief, but it promised to be thoroughly humiliating if they were caught out.

The rabbit was not a she, but a he.

Desi was his real name, as was the wolf's Max. The rabbit had always had a fondness for dressing up as the other, fairer sex. There was something just so unspeakably sexy about the feel of silk and satin upon the fur, the comfort and tightness of lingerie as it hugged his chest, slid across his crotch, over his body. Desi had not so much fallen in love but had become infatuated by this perverse little kink. It was by no means the worst that someone could do - if anything, he was part of a large majority of gay furs - but he had always remained secretive about it. Once the secret was out, there was no taking it back, and for as much as Desi enjoyed the thrill of being girly and feminine for his guys, he wasn't prepared to take those kinds of risks.

But talking to Max had persuaded him. He wasn't even sure how it had happened. Part of him believed he'd just been swept up in the wolf's grand promises of a night he'll never forget, of how Desi was such a beautiful girl, how sexy he looked in those black lace stockings, his crotch on show and ass presented, pouting to the camera. Max had assured him that if Desi was willing to go that last step for him, then he'd return in kind by breeding his pussy in one fantastical, magical evening that'd be burnt upon his mind forever more.

Some small part of Desi though reckoned he just needed that final excuse to push him to overcome the final hurdle, that really Max had merely been the catalyst for the inevitable. Something deep inside the rabbit didn't want to admit to which one was the truth, so he didn't think about it. Instead, his mind focused on the scene unfolding in the back of the cab. They had convened at a bar before heading back to the wolf's place, Desi feeling the anticipation flutter in his chest, but he hadn't expected the wolf to be so forward even in front of someone else. But when those soft lips brushed up to his own, one arm wrapping possessively around his shoulders, drawing him close in the back of that cab, he'd lost himself to the moment. If Desi uttered a sound, even so much as spoke or exposed his chest to reveal a deceptively flat, incredibly male bosom, then the jig would be up and he, Max, and the driver would have to share that rather embarrassing detail. The badger was not subtle. The rabbit could see him staring, feel him eating up the sight of them both in his mirrors, smell the arousal drifting through the gap in the glass. He was a convincingly female, he had to say, even Max had complimented as such, and deep down it secretly arousing to think the lapine had so far gotten away with the charade, enough to fool another man into thinking he was some bombshell of a lady.

Fingers had slipped beneath his dressed and slid up his cool, soft thighs. Max had a sly grin on his face, just a twinkle in his eyes, as fingertips plucked at the edges of the lace thong Desi wore. Denial didn't even spring to mind for the rabbit as he parted his legs obediently to the wolf's roaming fingers, his breath hitching in his throat as they dared tread where they had not gone before. His cock and balls, nestled rather daintily in the smooth crotch of the lingerie, were near enough ignored save for one digit which stroked ever so gracefully across his tip. Desi felt himself pre into the wolf's confident paws, shuddering as the fingers went lower and between his legs, searching for his ass. The moan had escaped his lips before he could have even smothered it as prying fingers pressed and needled at his hole, massaging the rim before gently easing inside. They were far too dry to get much further, but Max kept his presence there known, rubbing and groping along the rabbit's legs as he squirmed in the dress, unable to speak and only capable it seemed of groaning out his pleasure.

Desi nearly lost it however when the lupine leaned in close, muzzle drawing to one ear, and soft words spoken almost voicelessly, dripping with wanton arousal,

"Such a naughty girl, I wonder how sexy you'll look riding me?" If the cabbie had heard that, he certainly didn't show as much, although Desi swore the already hot air in the taxi now just felt that little bit more stifling and heady.

It wasn't all that far to the wolf's abode. The rabbit had been naturally distracted but he was allowed a moment of respite as the cab pulled up to the curb outside a rather well-to-do looking apartment complex. They were quite some way out into the outskirts of the city, further than Desi had really been on a regular basis, so it was somewhat unnerving as he stepped out of the taxi onto unfamiliar streets, not a soul in sight, and greeted once again with the eve's chilly dark. Max paid the driver and climbed out after the rabbit, one arm looped around the male's waist, the other fishing for keys in his pocket,

"Do you think he realised?" He asked casually once the cab had begun to pull away, disappearing into the night.

"No, but he was definitely into it."

"Maybe I should have conveniently forgotten my wallet then," Max said, almost near enough the same matter-of-fact tone that it made Desi's heart stop dead, only it was tainted with just a twinge of mischief to assuage his fears, "Offered him payment by letting him have a turn on that gorgeous ass of yours."

The comment was accompanied by a crude, albeit welcome slap to the rabbit's rump, the paw lingering for far too long as it cupped his buttock. The wolf's paw were huge, bigger than Desi had remembered back at the bar. The near possessive attitude the lupine was taking was such a turn-on for him though. Just the right amount of sweetness mixed in with a horny depravity that didn't overdo it, all washed down with oodles of confidence just pouring from the wolf. Even as they walked up to the front door, through the lobby and into the elevator, Max didn't once break character of a fine gentleman courting a damsel. Every gesture he could make of opening doors, stroking across his exposed shoulders, smiling and chatting warmly as this was any ordinary date, he did so, and with no shame at all. Whether he was scared or not by the possibility of someone popping their head out a door at goodness knows what time at night and discovering that their neighbour was bringing home a crossdresser he didn't show it. If anything, he seemed positively giddy with the idea that he was playing such a coy game.

Desi couldn't lie. His excitement was somewhat infectious. The rabbit felt like a smitten high school girl who was finally getting the chance to flirt with the team's quarterback. As he followed the wolf to his apartment, blushing and fluttering his eyelashes at every available opportunity, his heart thundered in his ears the closer and closer they got to his door.

This was really happening! It was actually happening!

Max fished for his keys, opened the lock to his apartment and swung the door open, gesturing for Desi to step inside. Over the threshold and there'd be no turning back, not in the rabbit's mind. He didn't doubt that the wolf was equally respectful when it came to sex as he had demonstrated so far, but for Desi there was an element of need to it. He had to give himself over, he had to give in to his wants, or else he'd never forgive himself.

As he stepped into the apartment, feeling his chest tighten as the gown swished about his legs, Desi took scope of the wolf's home. Decorated for a modern enough taste, there were aspects of both a domesticated home as much as it emanated a stayover pad vibe; the lapine sensed that though the wolf might live here, he could feel that perhaps he had not been the first to be invited over and expected to leave before dawn breaks, and Desi knew fairly well that he wouldn't be the last either. But he had known this coming in, and he expected it. Max had asked him to dress up and lured him out. Their intentions were both painfully clear.

"Nice place," he said, whether he meant the words or not seemed irrelevant, all that mattered was the pretence of small talk.

"Thanks, you should see the rest. I've got a lovely view in the bedroom." It wasn't particularly subtle, but it did make Desi smile. The wolf was at least trying to make this more enjoyable in some facet, and turning around the rabbit faced the man as he closed the door and dumped his keys on the sideboard.

"Something tells me I'm not going to see much of the view," he smiled, hoping that the twinkle in his eye was not missed. Even as Desi spoke, he could envision what situation he had in mind, face down on the bed with the wolf mounting him like a beast, hips slamming together as he was ridden hard until they gasped and howled together in climax, that fat knot rammed into his-

His thoughts were interrupted as the wolf closed the distance between them both, all too suddenly for the rabbit to really react, and he found himself pinned up to the wall, Max sidling up to the rabbit and invading the space between. His breath, hot and heavy, fluttered against the rabbit's fur, the damp heat enough to excite the rabbit. He braced himself to the wall, his back clenched tight just as paws slid up his hips, toying with the edges of his dress as they followed the curve upwards, fingertips just delicately tracing their path over his body as if the wolf was sizing up his conquest. Their eyes drew level as Max ate in the sight of him, the rabbit panting from the anticipation, as the gentleman peered down at him, ice blue meeting darker azure. Max leaned in ever so close, dangerously close until Desi could feel the very twitch of whiskers to fur, the tiniest of movements feeling colossal to the senses, an overload to the brain as it tried to predict and pre-empt what was to follow.

There came a slow, moreish sniff, the wolf inhaling deeply as he held himself at the rabbit's neck, muzzle just inches away from touching his bared nape,

"Perfume... You really went the extra mile for me, didn't you?" He didn't draw away, merely moved so that those eyes greedily drank in his own, "You smell divine, darling. What fragrance is it, might I ask?"

"B-belle... by Lockhart and Twain." An expensive brand, even drawing a raised eyebrow from the snow-white wolf: it was a perfume renowned for its seduction as much as it was its price tag, afforded only for those rarest of moments between romantic lovers. Desi had quite the collection of scents in his dresser, he dared to admit, and he had doubted which to choose for the wolf's request.

"Such an elegant fragrance for such an elegant lady," the wolf practically purred, if it was even possible. Paws had snuck down the rabbit's torso and latched upon his wrists, bringing Desi's arms above his head and clasping them aloft, leaving him vulnerable to Max. "Any woman should be jealous of you; you put them all to shame." His lips were ever so close to Desi's own, noses nearly touching, but still he held that slither of distance, teasing the poor bunny beneath his grasp, "And to think you use the men's room like any other bloke. You're such a naughty, delightful little rabbit, aren't you?"

Max tilted his head in and down, his muzzle taking up the rabbit's, their lips locking together in a fevered need. Desi hadn't even realised how starved he'd felt until now, until he felt the wetness of saliva tint his own mouth, until the wolf's tongue pressed to his own before he had even realised he'd opened up to receive him. They battled upon the frontline of their muzzles, neither of them intent on winning. Only one would toy and taunt to draw the other out, allowing the recede of territory, before a charge forward would come. The battle cries were mellow and soft, lacking the appetite from the taxi and content to simmer in their moment of hunger. The audience was gone, the urgency assuaged, leaving behind just the certainty that things would go further, their minds reeling to conjure some phantom of an idea as to what they would look like with their bodies tangled on the bed, limbs entwined...

The wolf broke off the kiss though just as suddenly as had begun it, his chest panting with a heavy fall just as the rabbit's fluttered, equally breathless. Desi could taste the wolf upon his tongue, he could still feel where the male had been in his mouth, still tingling from the sensation of a foreign intruder. He savoured it all, letting his mind imprint how the wolf implored himself unto him. There was a tinge of alcohol in their somewhere, perhaps whiskey, maybe bourbon, it mattered little. The sharpness was left to pervade with the rabbit as Max said nothing, his eyes speaking all his innermost thoughts in that tight confined space.

"You don't even taste like a guy," Max muttered, almost under his breath as his body pressed up to Desi's. The rabbit could feel his hardness bulging at his crotch, rubbing against the crossdresser's abdomen, promising such treasure for the evening ahead, "You're sweet and demure, such a flirt."

A blush flourished behind the rabbit's cheeks. He hadn't said so much as a word all the while the wolf commented and complimented his attire and persona, but he couldn't bring himself to stop the wolf's train of thought. Max seemed enamoured with him, every detail enrapturing his curiosity and leading him to exploit and sample it at his own discretion. There was something so innately perverse about it, as if the bunny was exposed in every way for Max to survey, and the wolf was taking his time to make sure that Desi full well knew how dirty and sexy he was, how the slutty bunny dressed up like a damsel of the night turned him on. Desi could only squirm upon the spot feeling his own cock throb within the lingerie he wore, pre staining the delicate lace as the arousal got to him.

Max's thigh brushed against the rabbit's groin, making contact with Desi's growing swell, the unfortunate lynchpin shattering of an otherwise perfect disguise. It was impossible to deny now that the rabbit was male, for as much as Max remarked otherwise and for as much as anybody else knew, it was tremendously difficult to explain away a bulge.

"It would seem the young lady is getting excited..." Max slipped back into his act, the ravenous gentleman seeking to claim and devour an elegant flower for the night, "How impolite of me not to pay her due attention." The free paw of the wolf's glided down the rabbit's dress with a lusty grace, retracing the curve of that feminine body beneath his fingers until he brushed over the protruding bulge in the dress. Desi could feel himself trembling under the wolf's touch, biting his lip and his eyes sliding shut as he felt fingertips dance over where his head strained at his underwear, stretching the waistband and dampening the dress with his need. Chaste kisses pecked down his neck as the wolf angled himself down, knees bent slightly so that he could grind his own swelling erection into the rabbit's, "But then perhaps you're not as ladylike as you seem," Teeth nipped gently at his nape, nothing serious but enough to declare the wolf's power, "Something tells me there's a naughty slut in you. Call it a hunch..."

Desi whimpered aloud finally, the wolf pressing against him in all the right places and making him lose control of his composure. He couldn't bear it anymore. He just wanted to be fucked, he wanted to have the male use him, to treat him like any other bitch that might have strolled through this apartment until the sunlight dawned.

"Please..." His words were breathless, like his voice was reluctant for him to speak but his desire was too great, overruling any sense of holding himself back, "Please, I need it."

"Oh?" Max smiled, a coy but knowing and all too greedy smile, "Enlighten me, what do you need?"

More squirms and writhing, the rabbit's frustration festering under his fur and threatening to burst. His whole body sparked with the feeling, like the rise of a flood or a tidal wave upon the shoreline,

"I need you. Please, Max, please fuck me." The request was simple, it didn't quite have as much nuance and finesse than the wolf's had back when their relationship was purely digital and had yet to breach into the real world, but Desi couldn't control himself. The evening had been good so far; the chemistry seemed to be bubbling away with all signs pointing to one hell of a night. But the wolf was taking his time, teasing the rabbit, making every second both unbearable as much as it was lustful.

"A slutty, horny bunny... Tell me what you want, and I might just give it to you, if you ask nicely."

His grin was mocking the rabbit, allowing Desi to give himself over to the wolf's whim. Perhaps it was just a kinky way to get consent, he couldn't be sure, but it still riled something within the rabbit. A certain need that had otherwise just burnt with a slow ember now stoked by taunts laced with such dark implications. The paw at his crotch slid between the folds of the dress, touching upon bare thigh as it ventured upwards into new pastures. Desi could feel the very tips of Max's fingers stroking along the cream of his fur until they began to tease the very edges of his underwear, softly brushing his balls and cock through the floral lace.

"I want your cock please," he moaned, feeling digits tap at his hardening member, "I want it inside me, I want to be dripping in your load. I want you to make me cum harder than ever before." The words tumbled out with no restraint, Desi pressing his head into the wall as his back arched, bucking into the wolf's paw that tortured his straining cock.

"You forgot to ask nicely..." Max kissed and nuzzled into the rabbit's neck, the distance between them now non-existent as their bodies came flush, the wolf's paw disappearing beneath the dress and toying with the other male whilst he forced him to admit to his desires.

"Please!" The wolf didn't even need to ask twice, the pleading boiling over faster than the words had as the rabbit's hips trembled beneath the wolf, "Please Max!"

"Well, since you asked like a good girl..." Desi was released, the lupine stepping to finally allow the rabbit some space. It felt almost disappointing to not have the wolf leering all over him, but he was at least thankful for the chance to breathe. His dress fell back into place, he brushed a lock of his wig from out of his eyes and blushed with a giddy embarrassment. He had rather overdone it with the begging, but the way the wolf spoke to him, even in the patronising tone, it just resonated with him. He was a good girl, and he was the wolf's slutty bunny. "Shall we retire to the bedroom?" He gestured for Desi to follow as he sauntered off through his own apartment, leading the rabbit through the rooms until they came to the final destination for the evening. It was all he could think about as Max led him inside.

Max's bedroom was adequately decorated, perhaps not to how Desi would have liked, but he supposed each to their own. Across on the far side of the room was a sliding window which led out onto what the rabbit assumed was a balcony, but the blinds were drawn just enough to keep out any pesky voyeurs resulting in only the slants of moonlight sweeping across the floor and bedspread. It was a king's size, plenty of room, Desi imagined, to fool around on with bodies pressed together in heated passion. Drawers and dressers furnished the room, enough to tie it together, but it looked too immaculate to have been lived in. Perhaps Max did just rent out the space for the purposes of having somewhere closer to the city, either for work or other particular exploits. Then again, maybe he'd tidied up for his expected guest, or maybe none of the above and was simply a dull person. Desi found that hard to believe as he scoffed at himself. So far the wolf had shown every ounce of charisma he could and for a guy with that suave it seemed inconceivable that he was boring beyond flirting.

"How do you want me?" Desi asked sweetly, a faux effeminate tinge to his voice, though by now there was no need. Something to keep up the charade he supposed, to keep the lusty juices flowing.

"Exactly as you are," Max responded all too smoothly as he shut the door, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, "Only minus the dress. Keep the lingerie and wig on, I want to see what a minx you are underneath it all."

With a heavy flush, Desi did as he was told, though he couldn't deny it was oddly cute to see the wolf scramble to get out of his clothes, as much as the rabbit squirmed to undo the zipper to his dress. It was an awkward part of sex, the part few people consider, but by the time they had shirked what garments they needed, leaving Desi exposed to the elements in his skimpy underwear as much as Max stood proud and powerful in just his boxers, they were panting and huffing with exertion. Still though, the wolf managed to seem in control. He'd pushed the rabbit over to the bed, letting the dress fall where it may as it cascaded off Desi's body, just as much as he had chucked away his trousers with a single leg kick, and shrugged away his shirt as best he could. But he strode over the rabbit, crawling onto the bed just as Desi backed up onto it, like a predator staring down his prey, a charmed smile upon his lips and an ever present glint to his eye that belied darker intentions.

"My, don't you look sexy," he purred, leaning up onto his knees so that he knelt over the rabbit. The moonlight lit up just enough of Desi's petite frame to reveal the dark red and black lingerie he'd selected for this evening, tight enough to push together his chest to give himself something in the adage of cleavage, and enough to hide the small bump which protruded at his crotch. But he was far slender than the wolf, who seemed to swell with a toned build, perhaps a runner or a swimmer of some kind, not the sort to lift weights as a religion. His own crotch though had a sizeable bulge throbbing behind his underwear, and Desi spied it up, licking his lips as he waited for the wolf to make the next move, since he had so far called all the shots. "But I think it's my turn, don't you?"

Desi wasn't entirely sure what he meant, but his heart skipped a beat in his chest before it continued to thunder on as Max swung himself around, turning the opposite direction facing away from the rabbit, only his knees were now either side of his head, pressing into the mattress and dipping it with his weight. Desi could do nothing but stare up in awe as the bulge now hovered over him, blotting out what light there was, leaving him in the faint wake of musk that emanated from above. There was perhaps a hint of sweat there, more overdrafts of whatever cologne or body spray he must have put on, but there was something undeniably male radiating from within his underwear.

No more words were said, not that Desi needed to hear anymore, as his breath quickened just as Max began to lower himself down. He picked the waistband of his underwear over his cock and balls and revealed himself to the rabbit below, and hefty member springing free and pulsing into the open air. Desi was hit by a drop of pre, landing just on the corner of his mouth, and just that sampled taste alone made him hunger for the real thing. It hung above him almost threateningly, a bold red, glistening in the moon's glow, traced with veins that bulged from the sensitive flesh. Desi couldn't really judge its size, things would always feel bigger than how they appeared anyway, but it was thicker than he had imagined at the very least. The wolf's balls matched his impression too, larger than he'd thought they would be. They look plump, as if they were pent up, though that wasn't how anatomy worked, he knew. But they were just huge, that the pair together would never fit in his paw, covered in soft, delicate white fur. The heat from it all was intense, and the smell stronger still as it loomed over the rabbit's face for what seemed like an eternity.

"Go on... touch it," Max goaded, lowering his cock further still until it was inches away from Desi's mouth, "Get a feel for what's gonna soon be inside you."

That made Desi's throat dry. It turned him on. So much, more than he ever thought it could. There wasn't anything special about it, if anything any dick he had ever touched had been inside him, so there really was no difference, but it was the way the wolf spoke. Blunt and honest, serious yet sexy, and without a hint of desperation to it all; Max had essentially just declared that he was going to fuck the rabbit, that this cock he held in his small paws, grabbing onto the hot flesh, was going to be fucking him hard and raw, the feeling was intense. He stroked the member within his grasp, letting his fingers wrap around its swollen girth, feeling every pulse of his blood course through the wolf's length, the very strain of power and need burning under the surface. Pre drooled from the tip, taunting the rabbit as it dangled in mid-air before dropping down and dripping onto his bare chest, against his nape, onto his cheeks. He was being painted in the wolf's pre before they'd even started, and yet Desi wanted to be nowhere else.

The wolf however was busy with his own end; Desi felt fingers again wander along his body until they returned once more to his thong, He felt them being pulled aside to reveal his cock and balls to the open air, shuddering as again the digits tickled and teased his flesh, stroking his length until he was throbbing hard into Max's paw. But that didn't seem to be the only extent Desi was going to be paid any attention. With a sharp surprise to his system, he nearly jumped when he felt a warm, wet tongue slide across his head. His hips threatened to buck were it not for the shock numbing him, but it was undeniable as he felt the wolf squirm his tongue along the rabbit's shaft, lazily licking the member whilst holding it upright in one paw, his hardness forcing his cock to press at an angle up against his abdomen. His breathing quickened further still, as if it were even possible at this point, as blissful pleasure scored along his cock and shot up through his spine, making him curl his toes with the wolf languidly sucking him.

"Come on, baby," Max coaxed as he paused for a breather, "You know you want it."

It was beyond true. Desi really wanted it, fiercely so as his cock pulsed and spat pre onto Max's tongue. He wanted it badly. With the help of the wolf, his paws moved to pull the wolf down to him, cupping each buttock and lowering those hips to his face. Max helped with righting the direction of his cock, so all Desi had to do was open his mouth and take in the succulent flesh. The taste, much like what errant drops of pre had come before, flourished on his tongue as he took the cock into his muzzle. His eyes closed as the view became obscured by the wolf's ample balls, and he lost himself to the flavour and feel of that member sliding into him. It felt right, not too big, by no means small, but the right size to just glide its way into him, filling his mouth to the point where it was nearly too full, and reaching deep enough to leave Desi with a challenge without choking. The wolf's length was hard, yet pliant, and the warmth soaked through his maw like a glass of wine, tumbling down into him until he was drunk on the feeling. The taste was exquisite too. Many men don't take care of themselves down there resulting in poor hygiene and worse taste, but the wolf seemed to be one of the few who cleaned and prepared thoroughly. He tasted of him, not of anything vile but just overwhelming male, a potent flair that seeped into Desi's buds until there was nothing else to taste but him.

As euphoric as it was to have wolf meat sliding into his mouth and back out upon Max's withdrawal, it was difficult to focus given the lupine's own maw wrapped around his shaft, tongue darting out to slather his balls in spit. It was an overwhelming feeling, the wolf's natural size advantage giving him an edge in his blow-job. At times he would take just the shaft, maybe tease the tip and stroke the rest of Desi's member to have him squirming, but on the occasion he'd taken everything into his mouth and seal behind his lips: cock, balls, everything. And he was good too, enough to give Desi a run for his money as he sucked on the dick sliding into his mouth, and it had barely been minutes by the time the rabbit was fidgeting with the urge building inside him. Infrequent as they might have been, his moans and whimpers of pleasure grew steadily louder and quicker in between breaths the more Max sucked him off.

It would have almost been a competition to see who could get who to blow their load first, but the wolf pre-empted that and removed the decision from Desi's lust-addled mind. With a lewd slurp and a splutter on the rabbit's behalf, Max pulled himself free from the lapine's muzzle. Desi was surprised, startled really as a string of saliva drooped between his open lips and the underside of Max's shaft. Instinctively he stuck his tongue out, widening his mouth to take back the cock, or so he expected. Instead the wolf just smirked, lifting his member away,

"Now, now, I want to save my load for that pretty little rump of yours," Desi watched as the wolf lowered himself back down, only now his taint and ass was in view, descending down and returning the rabbit to darkness, "So show me what a dirty girl you are." There really was no choice, not that resisting was on the rabbit's mind. But he muffled out a groan as the wolf sat upon his face, muzzle buried just under the lupine's sack, nostrils breathing in right from the source that rich soup of musk and sweat he'd sampled just moments before. It was even more intoxicating the deeper he went, the smell rampant the more he snuffled his nose into Max's balls. Mere inches away he realised though was the wolf's hole, something he hadn't expected to be faced with this evening given circumstances, but it was so close, just within reach, he could just angle his head up and go to town if he so pleased. "Don't tell me the lady's suddenly gone prude?" Max chortled, his tongue dashing over the rabbit's exposed head, fingers teasing back the foreskin. He stroked the shaft so delicately that Desi couldn't control himself anymore, thrusting wildly into the wolf's paw though his movement was restricted by the weight pressed upon him. "Come on, we both know you're such minxy slut. Don't get all coy now."

Max was right. Desi blushed furiously though his burning cheeks could never be seen beneath Max's rear. He dug his muzzle into the lupine's ass, feeling the sweat just smear across his face until his nose bumped against the wolf's entrance. The rim was fleshy, warm and dry to the touch, but smelt pleasantly clean. Much like with his member, Max seemed to be a gentleman who could keep himself thoroughly looked after. It therefore bore no hesitation as Desi pushed his tongue forwards out of his mouth, testing a lick against the hole, pressing ever so gently in.

"Fuck, good girl, there you go." Desi burrowed deeper, the words simmering in his ears and swirling up his enthusiasm to please the wolf further, "Go on, don't be shy, get right in there. Such a sexy girl."

His voice came out mumbled around the rabbit's own crotch. His lips still smacked and suckled upon Desi's shaft and now paws held him pinned down to the bedspread so that he couldn't buck to meet the wolf's mouth. Max was in control of the situation and Desi loved the struggle as he ate out the wolf's hole, finding himself growing greedier and greedier the more he was rewarded. The further he dug in, making out with that tight pucker, the more Max seemed intent on letting him unload. Fingers rolled and squeezed his balls, a deft tongue circled and tormented his tip, before sliding down the whole shaft and taking the length into his muzzle. Those wet, velvet lips felt luxurious against his sensitive flesh and it only stirred him crazier to shoot, his muzzle smothered between his cheeks. Bursts of sound would break free here and there, enough to let the wolf know he was doing such a splendid job, whilst Max muttered the odd remark about how naughty and dirty Desi was, how she was such a treat to taste and how he couldn't wait to tie her. Though it wasn't something the rabbit had been aware of, being referred to as a girl in their little performance was burning him up and making him lustier than ever.

Max's attention to his cock was pushing him to the edge and threatening to throw him over it altogether. Part of him expected the wolf to stop, but if anything he was just edging him until he was about to explode. He felt his cock head smeared across those succulent lips, the tongue rasping down his shaft, bathing his balls, pressing into all the right points that left the rabbit flustered and panting into the presented hole he was currently eating out. He wanted to let Max know he was about to cum, but all that he could manage smothered was a meagre whimper, high pitched and struggled. But if the wolf had proven anything tonight, it was that he was astute in reading the lapine's body language and predicting his every thought and feeling. Leisurely he stroked the rabbit's cock, mouth leaving it to throb and pulse into empty air for a moment, as he urged Desi on,

"That's right, so close to cumming, I wonder how you'll taste."

It seemed a moot point now as just as Max was uttering the words, Desi could feel himself rising and bucking as his orgasm took hold. He groaned and mewled into the wolf's ass, Max's muzzle returning to swallow his cock as finally Desi came. The rabbit felt the rush of pleasure just race through him with each pulse, his balls churning up sticky streams of seed that jetted into the wolf's sucking mouth. Not a drop was wasted, or so he thought, as those lips kept a tight seal around his shaft, not letting go until every last ounce had been drained from the rabbit's softening dick. As Desi soared only to descend from his climax, the burning intense pleasure from a fantastic blow-job, he was released from the hot and musky confines of the wolf's ass.

Max lifted off him and let his cock slurp free between his lips, but he didn't say anything, remaining oddly mute as he manoeuvred so that he was at the rabbit's legs, kneeling between them. His paws were already stroking his own member, digits working through Desi's saliva that still coated his flesh, Flushed with both satisfaction and soft embarrassment, lying somewhat unsure upon the wolf's bed, Desi watched Max as he seemed rushed for some reason. The rabbit's cock lay like a warming snake across his belly with his thong pulled aside to let his junk hang free, draped over his abdomen as it recovered from a hot orgasm, but Max was still painfully hard. In fact, with his other paw, he rubbed and pulled at the lapine's thighs, lifting his legs up and bending them over the rabbit in true missionary form.

Desi was bent over in half, instinctively reaching to grab behind his knees for purchase so that the wolf had the perfect scope of his ass. The wolf leaned over him and out of sight the rabbit felt the very hot, moist tip of his cock rubbing up against his entrance, coating the rim with pre and spit. But he was about to tell him to stop, to get some lube or something to make things easier, only when he opened his mouth to speak finally Max seized the opportunity and once more startled his bed mate. His muzzle pressed up to Desi's open one, embracing the rabbit for a passionate, hungry kiss, but there was a surprise in store for him. The load he had just shot, the one Max had milked him dry of, had not been swallowed or spat out. Instead Desi's eyes widened as he felt the sticky warm jizz flow into his mouth, the wolf's tongue sloughing the load into the rabbit's maw, letting him taste his own seed.

There was no fighting it. Max slid his tongue against Desi's and made the rabbit taste himself, the two of them softly moaning into the other's lips whilst cum spilled between them. The rabbit could feel his seed dribbling across his mouth, the load coating his cheeks until all he could taste was the acquired taste of his own cum. But his attention was forced elsewhere as Max started to push in other places; the rabbit's body tensed whilst the wolf pressed his cock into Desi's hole, the muscle resisting until strength and weight won out. There was a sharp moment between them as the rabbit gasped, feeling his body open up around the thick member, and the wolf feeding back upon the load they kissed with. He toyed with the seed between the two of them, all the while easing himself as gently as he could into the rabbit's ass.

The feeling was uncomfortable to Desi, but then every penetration was. The alien sensation of something else entering you, the more bizarre when it was something living and real, the fierce heat, the pliancy of flesh, the pulse and throb of the man attached to it. Every movement echoed and radiated throughout Desi's body as Max edged further and further inside. He didn't stop, but he was gentle sliding himself in, making sure that whenever the rabbit winced he squeezed and pressed himself close to the lapine in a bid to keep him occupied, their kiss deepening to hold his mind afloat in the moment. Before Desi could even register it, the discomfort that had bloated in his gut had already abated, the load dwindling to just spit and a lingering taste, and Max was practically balls deep inside him. His knot sat just beyond his hole, flush with his rim, but otherwise he had gone as deep as he could in the rabbit.

"Fuck," Max breathed as he broke the kiss off finally, forehead held to Desi's own, "You're so fucking tight, so hot."

"F-fuck me," he stammered in return, voice quivering as he felt himself adjust to the cock sitting within his guts. Every clench felt tighter than he thought, each twitch sending bolts of pleasure along his spine and tingling to the very tips of his toes and fingers. Any slight movement was elevated in the quiet, intense moment, the two of them pressed together so closely that it seemed it might have been an inseparable scene. Max loomed over him, for yet another time that night casting darkness over the rabbit, but Desi could look up and see the piercing ice blue of his eyes staring through the black. His lips were just inches away, the taste of his cum still tainting his tongue, and now the wolf began to roll his hips.

"Oh yeah, fuck yes."

Max was slow, careful and considerate with his thrusts. He pulled back every so gently before he eased himself back with the same measured pace. There was no rush, not really, just the cherishing of the connection between the two of them. Sure it might have been a sleazy hook up to some, but there and then it seemed to speak of so much more. They might be strangers but there was a shared passion, a desire for pleasure and a drive to satisfy the other. Max's paws smoothed over and ran through Desi's hair, keeping the locks from his eyes and making sure to keep his gaze. There was a certain intimacy to it, not love, but a clear need. It was that initial kink that had brought them together for the night, for Desi the desire to be bred dressed as a girl, and for the wolf it was to breed a crossdresser, both knowing the truth but very much absorbed in the fantasy that had forged into the skewed reality.

"You want it?" Max murmured, pulling out to just his head, letting his cock sit just inside the rabbit's hole, stretching his rim around the girth. Naturally Desi squirmed beneath the wolf, but with his ankles resting upon the lupine's shoulders, his legs pinned between their bodies, there was no room to move. All he could was stifle gasps and grunts whilst his cock hardened once more, the feeling of another inside him sparking up his lust again.

"Yes!" He pleaded, head thrown back into the pillows, "Please, breed me!"

"You sure?" The dick edged further inside, only to pull back again, dancing just upon the rim to taunt the rabbit with the feeling of being entered, but his guts hollow and empty, "A nice girl like you, prove to me you want my load inside you."

Desi saw no other choice. He let go of his knees and wrapped his legs around the wolf's waist, using the limbs to pull him into his body. He felt the surge of Max's member slide into him, those thick inches stretching him out, and his paws latched on to the wolf's shoulders for new purchase. He clung to Max like a lifeline, as if he were about to drift off at any minute, and with the man's help they rocked together. The wolf would pull out only to have the rabbit draw him back inside, groaning aloud without restraint as he felt the cock fill him. He would stretch the deeper he'd push, the harder he'd thrust, and every throb the member did resonated in his guts with a heavy pulse, accompanied by an ever warmer feeling of pre.

"Sexy girl like you, she wants to be bred like a bitch, doesn't she?" The dirty talking escalated with the mood, the wolf fucking Desi harder and faster the more his needs took over. A wild look was creeping into his eyes, but he retained his composure of a tease and a flirt. For as much as he was beginning to be brutal, he still kept the rabbit wanting.

"Y-yes! Fuck yes!"

The responses didn't matter. Even what Max said didn't matter. All it did was add to the noises of slapping flesh and wet slicks as their bodies collided with one another. Fat balls were bounding closer to the underside of the rabbit's tail, the knot threatening to breach his tight hole, but there was nothing that Desi wanted more than to be brimming with the wolf's seed. His body was aflame with another rising tide of his own orgasm, slower to build but churning just as intently. With every slam the wolf made, he rode against the rabbit's prostate and coaxed out just a little more of his arousal until his length was painfully hard and drooling over his stomach and staining the lingerie. Wolf paws groped across his body as if they had been starved of living touch, Max growing ravenous in what came to be the finale.

Bucking hips rammed harder than ever before. It would have almost been painful were the rabbit not riding on another high of pleasure. He was so close, his cock unattended this time yet still even the slightest touch of the wolf's fur or his own sent tendrils of bliss shooting through him. Max was close to, his body language equally easy to read as he had done for the rabbit's, with his muscles tensing up, his jaw clenched and teeth gritted. There was urgency now behind his thrusts, which came more erratically than ever before, but shallower, harsher fucks. The knot battered against the rabbit's hole and given their position there was no resisting its demands. Desi felt his rim give way, with each slam home driving him wider open until it happened in an electric sudden moment.

He howled from deep in his throat, the feeling of the knot plugging him severe and violent, but the pleasure outweighed the pain enormously. There was no fighting his own body as a second orgasm tore through him with renewed vigour, burning along his nerves and sending his body shivering. His back was arched, pressed to the wolf's torso as seed spluttered between them, not as large as his last load, but it spread across his chest well enough to leave him covered. But that feeling was nothing to the sensation in his ass. The knot filled him up completely, adding inches onto Max's length to let him reach even deeper into his guts. He felt like he might burst, that the knot was stretching him too much, but it was sealed snugly behind his hole and locked together as it engorged itself and swelled within him. Then came the flood of seed, the wolf's pent up load having been teased himself all night gushing forth. It drenched the rabbit's guts in the thick, hot cum, shooting even deeper than his cock could reach and planting that deep feeling in Desi. There would be no forgetting the first load of the night, that first sensation of goo swirling round in his guts, the heat and the sensation of the cock spurting out every shot with pulses until his balls were drained. He mewled and whimpered as Max pressed his head into the rabbit's nape and humped his hole for all he could, not that there was anywhere for him to go, tied to the lapine's rear with a sticky crotch now soaked in whatever seed had managed to leak past a tight rim.

"Oh fuck yeah..." Max drawled, words muffled by the rabbit's fur, "Such a dirty girl, taking my load."

And she was. Desi blushed as he lay there basking in the afterglow of a second tremendous orgasm, the wolf lying atop him resting, for now, as he recovered from his own intense climax. She could feel the hot seed swimming within her, creamy and thick just waiting to rush out the moment Max went soft. Part of her hoped it wouldn't be the last load of the night, and part of her wanted to do it all over again.