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Sixer

By Laz Briar

"See you real soon, babe."

Kalden let his eyes wander over the text over and over again. Something about it was empowering, intoxicating.

Well, not something. There was a distinct reason why it made his chest swell up with an anxious yearning each time he read it. The avatar next to the sprawl of previous messages certainly enhanced the "flavor" of each line, a sultry visage of sin-black fur and features not dissimilar to a wolf/fox hybrid.

How it came to this point still eluded him. The back and forth he had with this "Sixer" rolled by in such a haze of intriguing conversations, it was like a dream. In fact, he was amazed the opportunity even occurred. The night he saw her profile he immediately assumed she was far too out of his league, too expensive, or interested in other suitors. Or a mix of the three.

But chancing a polite hello, he was met with an equally cordial response. He almost fainted when the return text came back.

He couldn't help but peruse through her profile again and again, picking up on favorite lines of text from their previous talks.

Splayed proudly with bold imagery, Model TH1-55, Classification "Sixer" D-616 made a dramatic impression on first view. Rated as one of Club Chimera's best, she was posed - in all her curvaceous splendor - on an enormous, double king sized bed, wrists and ankles wrapped in gold bracelets with a dress of white fishnet "covering" her frame, though censoring where necessary.

Behind the professionally taken photo, an immaculate organization of weapons and rifles were stacked neatly together with cases of various ammunition accompanying them, accenting her 'come hither' predatory gaze. Each was also marked with a white diamond inline, markings which were found on parts of her body.

To say that Kalden was infatuated once he viewed her - well, that was an understatement. More so when a portfolio of services accompanied her luxurious imagery, ideal for his situation.

Originally, it was "bodyguard" that launched the rabbit into the foray of inhabitants on Club Chimera. However, the initial results were as expected - lots of scruffy, veteran men with impressive careers offering contracts over interim periods. But once Kalden scrolled to the sixth page, the damning eyes of Sixer caught his search, and from there, he was smitten.

It wasn't unusual to find a lady or two with some knowhow for combat, but D-616 was different. She was, in another word, an entertainer. Certainly, she had extra images flaunting her skills with a sordid family of weapons, but they were so. . . excessive.

One, for instance, had her holding a rifle while tastefully nude, the annotation reading: "Ahh, gotta' love the small ones - compact is LOVE. #SR-3 Vikhr #Classics #Sixer's Armory"

Now Kalden hadn't the first idea what these specifications were, but the combination of her knowledge and leeway to be, well, lewd, got him flustered in more ways than one. Heels, stockings, and jewelry dominated her galleria, to the point where he might've expected to see her on a pole rather than a combat situation.

Her size too was also daunting. She eclipsed the objects in her photos. That, likely, was due to her _TH1-55_construction, a supposed unique breed of models made for warzone situations. Or so the research told Kalden.

But if you told him she was a soldier, well. He would've laughed. She was generously sized. Wide thick haunches accompanied curvy thighs, accenting her toned midriff and fat, heavy bust. She had the proportions of a tank, yet all the supple softness of a mature woman. It was hard to believe she was even real.

Thus, she was perfect. Not just for his needs of protection but, well, everything else.

Again, he looked at the text. And again, he went all the way back to their first 'encounter.' His original message was polite, if not impish and a bit simpering, but what was a nervous rabbit to do? Especially in presence of, well, so much wolf.

KalRabbit: "Hi Miss Sixer! I'm sorry to bother you, but I've recently been stationed in the south-by-southeast housing sections of Gehenna Perimeter 3. My future work is independent based so it also brings a lot of risk. By chance, are you potentially open for hire? Thank you!"

Clunky, verbose, and not from the fingers of some playboy with a casual yacht to throw around. Kalden regretted it the moment the words were sent.

Minutes later, a delightful 'chirp' caught his ears.

BigBlackBeast: "I might be open, for the right guy. Let's talk rates."

Though straight to business, the following conversation quickly went from formality to friendly chatting. Kalden was hasty to explain his situation and methods of compensation, which, fortunately, were able to meet Sixer's standard - at least for 'first timer' rates.

It was short, but fruitful. The very last text read:

BigBlackBeast: "Remember, I do more than just look good with a gun. ;) TTYL"

From that point, his fate was sealed. Kalden needed this woman in his life, consequences be damned.

Now, his thoughts were coated in an excited haze. After about a week of chatting, they had settled on some contractual obligations to be worked out in person - intermixed with a few friendly questions. But the end result was clear, D616 was going to arrive at his provisioned studio home in less than an hour.

He wasn't sure to expect. Parts of his mind certainly hoped for things, but nothing was clear, aside from the possibility she would accompany him in the field during work. Keeping things professional was his primary goal.

In the meanwhile, careful not to look a mess, the rabbit busied himself with keeping things tidy for his guest. Dishes washed, laundry put away, floors cleaned. It was the least he could do.

Putting on something business casual, Kalden eventually retired to his living room couch. It was hard to focus, but he did his best.

For a long while, quiet infested his home. His long ears picked at every conceivable sound. Nose wiggled in anticipation, and his fingers twiddled about, wishing they might rub on something else. An agonizing eternity seemed to weigh on him, one that refused to yield and allow him to see the object of his mental affections.

But soon, something snagged his attention. The slick, powerful hum of a nearby engine. Clean, powerful, completely unfamiliar to the narrow street of Perimeter 3.

Leaping up, Kalden rushed to his door and looked through the digital peep-screen. Sure enough, a craft of glimmering steel and silver emerged at the edge of his driveway. It was sleek and curved, high end, like a knife turned into vehicle. The rabbit's heart throbbed, hammering his chest.

For a moment, it did nothing. Then, with teasing slowness, an auto-door rolled ajar, and a silhouette of Sixerp, sin-black fur emerged.

Out stepped the creature Kalden had come to adore. Even through the security screen, her size was daunting, some beautiful monolith that could probably break his wall in half if she so desired.

In contrast to her obsidian hued body, white heels and white one-piece dress adorned her figure, though it was clear the fabric struggled against the wideness of her hips and weight of her busty front.

From a custom sized purse, she pulled free a flat device and thumbed at its surface, causing Kalden's pocket to buzz. With fresh vigor, he yanked it free, to see that, inSixerd, a text was sent.

"I'm here," it read.

Kalden's heart thumped like a wardrum. Breathing, he attempted to stifle his excitement, nose writhing with curious enthuse.

Tearing open the door, he watched Sixer stroll up the walkway. She immediately caught him with her terrifying scarlet eyes, flashing him a wolfish grin. Her heels clicked against the concrete, while the artificial sun caused her strangely metallic gold teeth to glisten.

Kalden must have looked the fool, eyes bulging and body stiff.

"I know, I know, fuckin' impressive, right?"

The dark melody of her voice caused the rabbit to shudder, and he had no choice but to gaze up as she sauntered into full view.

It was one thing to ogle Sixer's gallery, but another thing entirely to see her in motion.

"Uh. . ." he uttered.

Before he could speak, she leaned. Her plump, fat cleavage wobbled into view, and her soft, glazed lips came to his cheek. She pressed into his visage with a loving kiss, nose flaring against his fur.

"Nice to meet ya', runt," she said.

Tremors of warmth erupted over Kalden, like gentle waves. His ears stood erect, and his eyes caught her own. The scent of perfume and hybrid ambrosia lingered in his nose. It was like sipping a harsh, delectable alcohol.

She erected herself, sneering down at him, brow quirked. The shapeliness of her bust nearly obscured her face, her brush tail flicking expectantly.

"Nice place," she went on. "Ya' gonna' let me in or are we doin' this whole shebang right here?"

Kalden cleared his throat, pulling himself back to life. There was a distinct thrill to her words. The idea of things. . . "occurring" right here, right now, in public view certainly enchanted him. But this was still a professional greet, or so he wanted to keep it.

"Yeah! Uh, sorry. Right. Come in."

He yanked the door wide, offering an anxious smile, allowing D-616 entry. She had to bend to get in, and for a moment, Kalden hoped the modernistic layout of the Provision housing would be spacious enough for her. Such a beast couldn't be caged.

"Guess we can set up in the living room," he added. "Kitchen table."

As she walked past, his gaze couldn't help but steal an eyeful of her wide, fat full ass. It tossed with ginger sways, buxom and hefty, struggling against the thin white one-piece she wore, slipping upward to reveal the obsidian slopes that were her cheeks.

"You sure about that?" she called as Kalden closed the door.

Standing in his living room, the hybrid sipped in her surroundings, setting custom purse aside. She ran a finger across the table Kalden indicated, as if testing it.

The rabbit was a bit unclear, locking up and following. She turned to him, pressing her rump into the object's edge.

"It's fancy. Might break it."

InSixerd, Kalden was getting a sense of her sheer size now. Lots of things he took for granted appeared downright puny in her presence.

"What do you mean?" he asked, naïve.

She laughed in annoyance. "I gotta' spell it out, runt? I'll fuckin' split this thing if I sit on it. Unless that's what you want."

She glanced at one of the provided chairs, flicking it. "You think this is gonna' work?"

Kalden flushed. Oh. Damn. She was right. Suppose she intended very different things than what he expected.

Quick to rectify, he scratched his ear, gesturing to couch.

"Couch then?" he said. It was the only other thing he could think of. Aside from a bed.

"Atta' boy."

Upon suggestion, she moved in one elegant motion, sashaying to the couch before planting herself with a delicate rest - or as delicate as a model of her make could be. There was a notable vibration once she popped into the leather, the furniture groaning in protest as her weight fell upon it.

"Mmf, not bad. You may wanna' consider upgrading if you're planning to have me around, though," she said.

It was hard for Kalden to not just watch her move. Every little detail excited him. The way her tall ears swiveled, muzzle flared, legs crossed. Even the white diamond patterns found on her face and shoulders added thrilling decal bordering on the exotic.

But sense came to him, and he knew things had to push forward. Suppressing the fire in his chest, he cleared his throat again.

"Right, well, about that. I think we worked out some of the preliminary details, but just have to make things official. You said something about a standard rate?"

He did his best to keep an air of professionalism. However, Sixer shifted her head, brow raised.

"Babe. Come sit."

The rabbit barely realized he was still positioned awkwardly in the living room.

"Oh," he muttered. His fluff tail twitched. With a steady, anxious haste, he did as commanded. Gliding to the couch, he nestled into its leather embrace, only able to find a small pocket of comfort as Sixer's presence towered over him.

"Mmmm, so much better. Can't inspect a product unless you're up close, ya' know?"

He flushed as she leered down at him. Her legs were folded, hands on knees, a daemonic temptress picking at his willpower.

Steady on, Kalden, steady on, he thought.

"True," he offered. "I uh, trust my needs aren't too exceptional? It's um, standard Class-G security work."

He said it in such a way that danced around Sixer's other, far more obvious services. At this, the she-bitch rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about the permit, bunny boy. Brought a whole case of military standard semi's with me too. You wanna' see those nice and close? Want me to tell you about the cartridge spec and drop off distance?"

Kalden stared up, taken aback.

His breath stopped when her hand gripped his own, tugging it over and forcing it on her supple, soft thigh.

"Or do you wanna' just fuckin' touch me?"

He didn't resist, staring at the motion. All at once, the physical reality of her being flooded into him, like the image cemented itself into true permanence.

"Uh. . ."

She howled with laughter.

"You're too fuckin' cute."

Perhaps sensing his initial timidity, the beast leaned and quietly kissed his ear. Her lips wrapped around the tip, tongue flicking, as if it hinting at something far more devious.

"Mm, oh, this why?"

Shuddering at her attentions, Kalden felt her bend his left ear, parsing through the blonde fur.

"'K0-797'. Oooh I've seen your prototypes on the raw floor before. Always wanted to have my own to play with."

She referred - of course - to his coded serial number located on back of ear. A simple sequence of numbers, the imprint and designation of his manufacturer, make, and initial purpose. Between her sensual motions, Kalden was almost curious enough to pursue the subject. Almost.

"Uh, yeah," he said, closing his eyes and losing himself in the attentions. "Standard issue."

Hot breath tunneled into his ear, Sixer's nose nudging against the flank, throat rumbling with laughter.

"Ain't nothin' standard about you," she said.

His hand clenched, grabbing a fistful of fur and flesh. With palm over his, she reciprocated, rumbling his fingers against her leg.

"Feels nice, huh?"

Again, she kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear.

"Mmm, wanna' see mine, runt?"

Kalden opened his eyes, looking up at her, not understanding.

Flashing him a predatory sneer, she turned to show him her frame. Shoulders exposed, the fine sinew of her back muscles were delicately visible, along with the stark diamond iconograph beneath the black scape of her fur.

She lifted her hand, looping arms, tail tossing out of the way.

"Come on now, you wanna' be all business professional. Inspect your investment. Juuuust get me outta' this thing, would ya'?"

She pulled up her hair, smirking, waiting.

It wasn't like Kalden needed the point driven home. Her one white-dress struggled to cusp her form with each movement, held in place by a zipper. All he had to do was give it a tug.

But his mind resisted, if only in complete disbelief. Was this real? It was only yesterday he scanned through her profile pictures, admiring their tasteful yet raw, sexual quality. It seemed so distant, like a mountain impossible to overcome.

But here she was, breathing, moving, asking him to strip her out of dress.

He felt terrified to launch his question. "Aren't we moving a little fast?"

She growled with a Sixerp, frightening laughter.

"We ain't movin' fast enough. Come on bunny boy, don't be shy."

Her glazed, satin lips curled with sinister intent.

"You know you want this. You want all of it. You want my fat ass bouncing in your lap. You want me on my knees. In heels, in lace, in fishnets, the whole fuckin' nine yards!"

The words hit him like a hammer. She wasn't wrong Of course, the thoughts constantly pained his mind, though they existed like some impossible fantasy. But to hear her admit it, offer it with such casual lust. A rabbit was weak, made of clay. How could he resist the she-bitch?

Resolute, he grabbed her zipper.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Guess I do."

He held his breath, letting the zipper slip down, the fabric quickly falling away from her curved frame. She rumbled in delight, eager to relinquish the confining fabric.

"Gooood boy, now you're gettin' it."

He exhaled, pulling it off, allowing Sixer to relax. He could see her bare, fat breasts spill out, inky slopes teasing him with their plump shape, though not quite in view.

"Ung, fuck, that's so much better. God I hate dresses."

Kalden allowed himself a little grunt. "Hmf. You sure you don't want to get to know each other better?"

The pretense of their meeting was starting to fade away. Sure, it was technically still a contract for protection, but in presence of so much wolfess, what the hell did words mean anyway?

"Oh, trust me babe, we're about to get real fuckin' intimate like."

Here, she stood, fingers yanking at the edges of the white fabric and rolling them up in a swift motion. At once, her big, wobbly cheeks popped free, the immense full ass wide and displayed, as D616 wiggled and shook the dress from body.

"Mmm, slips riiiight off. Now, why don't you get an eyeful at mine. Real fuckin' deal."

All the remained on her form was a g-string and the pump, pearl heels. So naturally, she leaned. Hands going to knees, the enormous, supple slopes threw themselves into Kalden's face, the jiggly flesh teasing with ample wobbles. Right above the split of her black peach was the indicated mark, a grey bar code and serial listing which read: D-616 TH1-55, military syntax.

Kalden had a hard time focusing.

"Get a close look, bunny boy."

In tease, she tossed her hips in wild, short throws, causing the fat rump to rumble in thick, fleshy echoes. Tossing and diving, pushing hands on Kalden's coffee table, her cheeks clapped together with audible smacks, each motion hinting at her midnight snatch - greedily hidden behind white g-string.

Kalden was in awe, and his body twisted with heat. His pants tightened, and it didn't help that Sixer's bounces were so excruciatingly close to him, an inch away from his short muzzle.

She bounced towards him now, almost colliding buttocks into visage, looking back, muzzle twisted with a grin, once again flashing those gold teeth.

"Well come on, what'cha waitin' for? You wanted to be all professional and proper. Code's right there, runt. Inspect it."

Her wiles and perfume scent rushed over him. Instinct of a horny rabbit started taking their toll, and it was hard to resist the insistence of a woman Kalden thought about for so long.

He did what any hot-blooded male would do: throw his hands into the supple oblivion of Sixer's backside. Her soft, squishy cheeks folded and curved around his fingers, and he grabbed thick palmfuls, roaming around the fat ass. Pulling, spreading, squeezing, tossing. Everything he could possibly want to do. He attempted to even pull her cheeks apart, but found the weight too much, like some sinful gateway denying him access to her soft cunt.

"Oh my fuck," he groaned, in disbelief. His timid, business focused exterior cracked, and all that bled through was a boy and his aching cock.

"Nmmhmm, that's fucking right."

To further entice him, she raised herself, standing and sending her hips into a spree of metronome tosses. She jiggled her rump and let wide hips dance in endless teases, shoving into Kalden's grip as he grunted with approval. The sounds of clapping flesh and the rabbit's hungry calls formed a decadent chorus, pummeling the ordinarily mundane homestead with a raunchy raucous.

Her own fingers came to rest under the heft of her black furred haunches, using digits to jostle them in reciprocating waves. Laughing wickedly, she spread her cheeks apart, hinting at her midnight pucker and inviting, warm cleft.

"Am I right to say you like big, fat asses, bun boy?"

Every motion danced against Kalden's hands, and it tormented him with how fantastic it all felt.

"I like it on you," he admitted. "A lot."

It didn't take much to switch gears. In fact, Kalden was surprised how much animal there was in him. He was so used to the confining nature of his work - the tedious days studying archaic technology, the meticulous approach to notes, the endless monitors.

But the tempting wolfess was so raw, so uncompromising. She was making him a beast - more so than a Chimera, at least.

Sixer howled with laughter. An arm pressed and squeezed her frothy, heavy tits together, the other gently resting over Kalden's head and coaxing him close.

"Nnnnmm, then get it."

Well, he didn't need much encouragement. Her pressing hand played with his cranium, launching him into the split of her generous backside. At once, his face was overwhelmed with her thick, encompassing size. The fact she stood at eight odd feet only drove the point further, sloping bottom enveloping his visage.

"Thmmmffff. . ." he tried to sound off his approval, but was muffled by the hold of Sixer's cheeks. His vision was engulfed with - well, not much - save the blurred sight of being pressed right into thick, bouncing haunches.

His arms curled around her wide hips, or did their best, hugging with gleeful infatuation. All he could do now was enjoy the ride, attempting to smother and lick at her sultry holes, the scent of wolfess overpowering him.

Still standing, Sixer laughed, tossing her thighs in jerk tosses, allowing for rumbling, echoing jiggles to erupt all over the rabbit's head. Her arms freed themselves, mixing with the rabbit's digits, encouraging his hungry grips and hugs.

"There you fucking go, runt. You get all of that. It's yours now. Come on, come on, smack it!" she growled with lustful insistence.

Kalden withdrew his head from the embrace of her backside, staring up to her, uncertain. His ear twitched. What did she say?

"Mine now?" he repeated in disbelief.

She rolled her eyes again in playful aggression.

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

At once, she grabbed the g-string and yanked it off, slipping it past her ample thighs, outright shoving plump, midnight pussy into Kalden's muzzle.

"You're pretty dense, bun boy. Yes, you own that cunt. That's what we're workin' out after all, ain't it?"

She gyrated with a teasing shrug and slammed her haunches against Kalden's lips, wiggling and grinding her tender snatch against his face.

"Better be thinkin' about it now, runt. Allll that soft, private pussy. Mmf. You know how many lonely dicks and messages I get every night and they're just fuckin' humping the monitor they want it so bad? Oof, tough luck."

Kalden sputtered, visage overwhelmed with the slap of haunches into his face, helplessly lapping against Sixer's precious cunt, hoping he might get a chance to slip inside. But the words. Oh Makers, the words. They set him on fire, put his mind in a maelstrom. There was nothing so exquisitely poisonous to hear such things - in fact, Kalden had to wonder if she was even honest, merely indulging some fantasy.

He mumbled, groaning, kissing against her petals.

"Mmmmmn, cute little rabbit mouth, bet you didn't think you'd get to do that, huh?" said Sixer.

He let his flat tongue roll against her, slipping into inner folds. Physically, of course, there was a difference, and he wondered if he could. . . please her. But her charming coos indicated he was doing something right. He even dared to smooch and lap at her pucker, tantalizing the black ring with curious nibbles.

"Oooh, easy rabbit, one hole at a time," she said, still thumping her fat buttocks into him.

Breathing hard, he pulled back once again, just to steady himself. His mast ached now, swollen under the limiting grip of his business pants.

"Makers, Sixer. Ung. Say it again. Just say it one more time," he pleaded. "That I own this."

His words were as frail as his needy, mortal shell. Fuck, he felt like one of the breeder models at this point. To think, some moments ago he was worried about the technicalities of their security contract.

"That's my good boy," she said, flashing her teeth. "All your pussy. Owned and entitled to just you."

Here, she growled, in a way that roared from the depths of her tank-like frame.

"Of course, that means your cock is mine. Got that? You're my boy now."

She licked her chops. "Now do as I told you. Smack. It."

A startling revelation. Ever since he viewed through her dossier, Sixer gave off the aura of something to be possessed or handled. Never did it dawn on him that, in some fashion, he was property too. Her property.

And if that's what she wanted, she could have his soul for all he fucking cared.

"Yes," he hissed. He propelled his palm into her juicy bottom, a loud, stinging smack filling the air. Hefty waves erupted from the contact, and Sixer voiced her approval.

"Yes, yes, yes," he chanted, jostling and swatting the formidable haunches. "All yours. I'm yours."

She roared with dark giggles, bush tail swishing at each strike.

"Private pussy for confidential cock," she said.

That sounded ideal to the rabbit. A dream come true, really. None of their previous texts indicating something like this would occur. Or, at least not so directly. Some friendly hellos, polite service descriptions, tiny fragments of background.

How? Kalden asked himself.

Who cares, was the mental response.

In betwixt his smacks, Sixer rolled and swerved her hips, imitating the grace of a dancer.

"Mmf, damn shame you don't have music I can shake my ass to, runt. Helps with business."

He allowed himself a smirk, his previous demeanor cracking.

"Maybe next time," he said, giving one last thick, hefty swat against her bottom. And, if there was any indication, there were going to be a lot of next times.

"Yeah, might have a place in mind. . ." she hinted, tossing her backside in a row of smooth, circular motions, the black slopes following with delayed claps.

Here, her scarlet eyes swung over Kalden's loins, which were swollen with pent up need. Kalden was shifting, quite uncomfortably now, his length straining against the jailing fabric of his business casual attire.

She snickered. "But first, we need to take care of that."

She turned, so now her plump, ample tits swung and wobbled into view. Easily, her heavy front was enough that it eclipsed the rabbit's head, and Kalden was mesmerized at their gentle, teasing swings. More so that they were tented with soft nips somehow darker than her shade of fur.

Glancing down, he smiled weakly.

"It's a bit sore," he admitted. Which was an understatement. He wasn't sure if at any point in his life his cock ached that much.

To his surprise, Sixer's expression flashed one of genuine sympathy.

"Ohhhh you poor little runt. That's gotta' be hooorrrible. Let me take care of ya'."

Her long lapped against shiny, gold teeth. Taking her heeled foot, she pushed the coffee table away in one uncaring motion, making space for her immense size.

Of all the sights Kalden probably needed to see in his life, watching Sixer slowly fall to her knees was one of them. Her plump, thick bosom wobbled and, as though in primordial submission, she slipped to all fours - a beast of raw sexual power sneering at him.

She pressed her muzzle forward, nosing his crotch, taking in the scent of rabbit male, mouthing at the strained shape popping through his pants. He let out a pool of swears and groans, head craning.

"Mmhm," mumbled Sixer. "Don't get too flustered, runt. Ya' can't see me suckin' on that cock if you do that."

Trembling, he did was as instructed, watching with astute loyalty as her fingers swiftly unraveled his pants and yanked him loose. Belt clicked and button popped, briefs thrown to ankles, allowing his hungry, twitching malehood to pop free. An immense relief came over him, replaced by the tingles of wet pleasure as Sixer immediately pressed her sticky, satin lips against the edge.

"Ahnnshit," he hissed, watching the wolfess hybrid smack his tip with a foray of slow, tedious kisses. Her lips curled and she moaned with each sloppy motion, tremors of gentle vibration washing over his hot crown.

Sixer looked up with sluttish obedience, driving her nose against every bit of Kalden's flank, letting tongue lap at his testes, massaging them with pink rug. She'd cusp the stones with her immense maw, and a terrifying pleasure came over the rabbit, to see a predator nuzzle his most sensitive of privates. She could rend him in the most agonizing of ways now, if she truly wanted.

"Needy little fuck," she said with a dark laugh, returning to his tip. "Let's get you warmed up quick."

The benefit to Kalden's normal size was that such a large vixen could engulf his mast with ease. Her soft, tender lips coaxed his aching length, wrapped around it, leaving trails of satin glaze, until she drove the thing into the entirety of her maw.

"Glllmmfk!"

Kalden let his head roll while warm, suckling pleasure dripped over his loins. The wet, oral chamber was fast to work him over, sliding in drives and rises, nose bumping into his crotch while Sixer wiggled with her work. Her hands came to his knees, overtaking them, starting to slap her visage into him with such rapidity it made the couch wobble.

"NnffuckfuckfuckSix. . ."

She giggled, sloppy pre and drool dripping from her chin. "Mmmhmmm."

With a loud 'pop,' she released the shaft, which was coated with trails of sticky lipstick and saliva. She took a single digit, running over the length, smirking.

"What a cute dick. But somethin' tells me it wants a little more."

Though Sixer was happy to massage and worship the rabbit's prick for hours if so desired, instinct drove her actions to something more personal. After all, a wolfess couldn't shove her hot, soft cunt into a man's head and not expect him to want to drive his rod into it.

Besides, there would be opportunity for more things in the future.

She stood, heels clicking, until she nestled over Kalden's form on the couch, straddling him. The rabbit looked up, head coming to her toned midriff, nose filled with the scent of perfume wolf, hands immediately snapping out to grip her hips. It was a lot to see, and her fat, wobbly tits obscured his vision - not that he complained.

With intimate loyalty, he kissed her abdomen, hugging against her, massaging and tossing whatever pockets of flesh and fur he could find.

"Nfffm, Six," he mumbled, bequeathing his nickname. What else could he say? Stay with me forever I need you don't ever go. No, that was his mind rambling off. He just wanted her close.

Her fingers stroked his head, petting possessively. It drew shivers from him, the tempting finger playing with his ear, like a predator its food.

"Hope you don't mind, but we're about to break this shit," she growled, her massive, hefty rump lowering.

Kalden was dizzy, not quite understanding. Only when he felt the soft suckle of her wolfhood on the tip of his length did he groan in delight, the sodden snatch tormenting him with its teasing presence.

She nestled her muzzle into his head, kissing, running an arm around him until the rabbit was totally stuffed and suffocated by her generous sacs, wobbling chest so the nips ran across his short muzzle. He tried to speak, but was muffled by her actions, though enjoyed every moment of it.

"Hold me close," she whispered. "And hold the fuck on."

"Mmrfm?"

She sank. Her cunt embraced every inch of his cock, wrapping around it with silky tightness, the wet folds slick and welcoming to the rabbit's intruding malehood. The rabbit couldn't help but buck into it, or, try to, considering Sixer's size kept him in place. But oh Makers, it was beyond his comprehension of bliss.

Not just the sensation, no. it wasn't too unfamiliar - a wet, massaging hole not dissimilar to previous relations and even synthetic models. But it was the fact it was her. The tankish hybrid, holding him, coaxing him, saying and breathing and moving. She was taking all of him and filling it in with her. And he loved it.

Left only to feel her, he kissed and nuzzled her abdomen, his hand rising to squeeze and fondle one of her immense breasts. She cooed, a sound quite girlish compared to her previous, rough growls - music to his ears.

"Nnffuck, that's a nice fit," she said, wriggling her hips on his own, rising once and falling with a loud, audible smack.

Kalden didn't know how earnest the words were - but who was he to argue with the wolfess?

The rabbit grunted. She began to bounce and toss her positively massive bottom on his hips, and every single one created an audible thud. Those military engineer, massive thighs slammed on him with uncompromising power, massaging his pike, but fucking him into the ground.

Oh holy SHIT, he thought, trying to repeat the words. Granted, all that came out was "AGHF!"

"That'srightthat'sright," said Sixer, "Nng, god, that cute little cock, gonna break you in fuckin half!"

A part of Kalden worried that indeed, she was going to. A thunderous hammer of slams pumped his shaft for all it was worth, each slam of her loins on his causing a wild, stormy reciprocation of jiggles throughout her body. Makers, he was squeezing on her tits for dear life at this point, every smooth hip gyration banging him into the furniture like it was the last fuck to be had in creation.

The tosses of her full rump came with such rapidity it might have sounded like applause, mixed with the whining, straining couch. Every motion, every bounce on Kalden's feeble mast caused the object to wince and crack, the floor vibrating from her motions.

"YES! FUCK!" howled Sixer, grabbing the leather couch with both arms now, utterly piledriving her soft, moist cunt on Kalden's pole.

The rabbit tried to hump back, but doing so might as well have been suicide. He wasn't just fucking a call girl, this was a combat machine. Behind all that lust, all those delicious curves and bounces and jiggles, there existed a creature capable of toppling tanks and mowing down military targets.

"Unnanaahhhfnnnnnn. . ."

The rabbit gave in, his brain spilling with raunchy incoherence. His cock twitched and ached and begged for released, brought to a warmth intensity that was almost painful.

"Oh that's right, bun boy, moan for me!"

CRACK.

That was it. Sixer was throwing herself with such delightful ferocity the pitiful furniture couldn't hold its own anymore. The framework buckled and splintered, causing most of its support to give way. This caused Sixer to howl in wicked delight, Kalden embracing her hips for outright survival as she milked and abused his searing length.

"OhgodSixIahaveto!"

His malehood screamed. There was only so much he could do to hold out. He was a rabbit, after all. Days and says of teasing messages and profile scrolling finally lead to the physical, and he starved for release. Sure, it would've been heaven to talk and slow burn and coax the beast into a bed, but there was no reason that couldn't be a future meet.

All he had now, was need.

He was pitiful mortal clay in face of a she-bitch commanding so much sexual power - what else could he do?

"Mmmf, cum, bun boy, fuckin' cum in that cunt! Fill me up!"

With anticipation, her bounces slowed. Kalden yelped, releasing a trembling groan and long, lengthy salvo of seed. White hot issue poured from his tip in copious amounts. If there was one degree of specialty he did possess, it was the amount of essence he could spill. Something from his chimera rabbit design and breeding probabilities, or whatever the schematics said.

And for it, he was thankful. Haplessly rutting himself into the warm, sodden snatch, he snagged handfuls of her excessive fat full bottom. Spearing his loins, his testes trembling, letting loose the torrent of male nectar, Sixer's smacks causing a sloppy pool of juices to dribble into the couch and floor.

He did what he could to bring her over the edge, his trembling digits massaging her clitoral nub, smacking her abdomen with nibbles and bites.

She craned her head, offering a long, howlish moan. "Don't you dare stop!" she hissed, in response to his actions.

At this point, Kalden was flooded with a pleasant soreness, having pounded through his own release. But now, he had to keep it up, regardless of the protests of his loins.

Through clenched teeth, he kept bucking, massaging, working. Every measure of knowledge to entice her body was applied - though admittedly he didn't know much.

Whether she humored him or genuinely felt pleasure, it no longer mattered. Sixer spilled into her own bliss as well, her honeypot shivering, warm nectar spilling free from her utterly soaked, satin pussy.

"Oh that's fucking GOOD!" she roared, clenching the couch so hard her claws tore the leather like flesh.

To Kalden's blissful agony, she was content to hump through her orgasm, his shaft whining in protest. But, eventually, she steadied, her nose flaring with reserved breaths.

This was likely a warmup for her, but for Kalden, something a bit more overwhelming. He sank into the couch like a puddle, still connected at the loins, wondering if his floor was damaged too. Sixer bit his neck, playfully, a gentle nibble which erupted into tingles where the teeth touched, a claiming bite.

"Nnnnmmm, you fuck reaaal nice, bunny boy."

He flushed, both from the admiration and heat of their coupling. Overcome with desire and newfound infatuation, he pushed himself up to kiss her muzzle. She drew back, though not in rebuke. Surprised, her scarlet eyes flashed, and she returned it with a hazy, lustful smack, tongue mixing with his own.

"Mmm, shit," she said in between smacks, looking down at her drowned cunt. "You mighta' just fucked a whole litter into me."

He blinked. "Ahh? Is that something that can happen?" His voice wavered, weakened from the 'ordeal.'

She grinned. "Maybe with a few mods."

Her rump lifted, and snatch spilled free the white deluge of their actions. Kalden was a bit surprised - he didn't know he could produce so much.

He chuckled. "Guess I'll need a bigger place."

He closed his eyes, gripping Sixer like she might disappear if he didn't. For the first time, a pleasant quiet filled the air, only broken by the hum of breathing.

An abrupt tiredness took him. Before he realized, he was asleep.

-*-

He couldn't feel her weight.

The physical sensation, or lack thereof, snapped Kalden out of his dreary rest. The ceiling met his gaze, as did the comforting embrace of his bedsheets. It was a bit dimmer, but not by much. Artificial sunlight hadn't vanished entirely.

He looked about, and at once felt the sting of Sixer's absence. Pulling himself up, he groaned a bit, his hips noticeably sore. He pulled on a fresh pair of briefs, resolute to solve this new mystery.

Gentle darkness filled his room, as did a profound new sense of emptiness. No. She wasn't gone, was she?

A genuine terror started to prick at his mind. No, not this way. Not the reality anyone fears when the deed was done: that all words and actions was just a moment lost in time.

"Fuck," he said, but more to himself.

He was tempted to check his phone, but resisted. He couldn't deal with the truth if was indeed what he thought. Instead, he stumbled from his sheets, rubbing his thighs, exiting room. Returning to the living quarters, all he found was the broken couch, a splintered artifact of their pairing. Nothing else.

In almost rapid conclusion, he was prepared to accept this. It really was too good to be true, wasn't it? Fuck. How could he have been so stupid? By now, she was probably talking to some other young buck and what be bouncing on a stranger's cock in no time.

How could he-

A sound caught his ear. His long ear flagged and gaze tore to the left. Outside.

A tiny star of amber was visible, followed by a thin trail of winding smoke. There, relaxing on his patio furniture, was a figure of deep obsidian, nursing a cigarette. Her frame was covered by a casual shirt and panties, no heels, with a drink in another hand.

It was her.

Kalden wanted to hit himself. He breathed a deep sigh of relief, a greater relief than any he had never known in his life. Perhaps next time he shouldn't judge someone so harshly.

Part of him was tempted to watch. To see Sixer in her casual, beautiful state. It was certainly a strange image, to observe a model designed for killing so. . . complacent. Yet, still engulfed with a remarkable new wave of affection and want, he chanced to bother her.

He slid the patio door open, Sixer's ears flicking at his approach. She didn't turn, only took another draft of her cig.

"Boy, you fell out like a rock, bun boy. You know I tried kissing your nuts to get you to wake back up and it just wouldn't take?"

He rubbed his head.

"Oh," was all he could muster. "Hah, sorry. That was pretty intense for me, I guess."

She clicked her tongue. "Got a lotta' work to do with you."

His heart swelled. A rapturous thing to hear. He wasn't even sure how to respond. What could he say? Thank you for staying with me. Thank you for choosing me. It all sounded so boy-scout and childish.

Perhaps she sensed this. or didn't care. Regardless, she held out the bottle of beer in hand, a ferocious syntax of VENGEANCE BLACK written on its front.

"Wanna' drink?"

Kalden didn't usually partake, but of course he wouldn't refuse. Sitting next to her, he wordlessly smiled, taking the offered bottle. The sip he took burned, a bitter flavor he wasn't familiar with.

"While you were snozzed off I had to run and pick up something. Hope ya' don't mind me stocking up with my brand, runt_."_

She flashed him a smirk, scarlet eyes digging into him. He shook his head.

"Of course not," he offered. "And you can call me Kalden, you know."

That same, seductive, wilely grin creased her muzzle. A haze of smoke puffed from her gold, glimmering teeth.

"How about boss."