Reaffirmation

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#8 of Contemporary

Summary: While Shawn has enjoyed his vacation with his boyfriend, Max, he's anxious to get home. But Max proves uncooperative, bringing up an old argument and revealing that Shawn's only escape is to admit a long-hidden truth.


"Why are you driving so slow?" I complained, watching the trees pass without blurring.

"Consider it more of your recompense, Shawn," Max said for the millionth time. The first time I had to ask what that stupid word meant.

"You have to forgive me eventually for that." I removed my muzzle from the car window and looked at the harlequin rabbit. "We better not reach our forties and you still go, 'you ditched me on our one-year, get me a beer.'"

"I will after today." Max turned his long bunny ears to me instead of his eyes.

"You've said that every day of this vacation-no, every day for the past two months."

"Well, I'm counting the text you sent that day as a separate incident."

"I was j-Hey, that was our exit."

"What?" Max spared me a glance. "Oh, was it?" he finished sarcastically.

I pulled out my phone and, after tapping it a few times, said, "Just take the next one, it's only a ten minute detour."

"Good thing you insisted on leaving early, guess I'm a bit spacey today."

His acting was awful, as it always was with his little schemes. Either they were something fun, or more likely, his way of strong-arming me to do something. Regardless, we didn't have time; we needed to return the rental and get to the airport. "Whatever it is you're doing, stop. Don't you remember that I need to get home before...before I miss my sister's birthday."

"Don't worry your pretty little doggy muzzle about it."

I thought that was the end of it since he took the next exit, but he turned the wrong way. And when I tried to tell him so, he interrupted me, "I borrowed your phone to call your sister and you've got your dates mixed up. Her birthday isn't in June."

"Not my actual sister, just like..." The rabbit met my eyes so I looked away. I didn't want to crash because he decided to have an argument while driving. "A really close friend that I call sis."

"Ah yes, one of your friends I never get to confirm the existence of." Max gestured with both paws, making my heart skip a beat regardless of how straight and desolate the road was. "If you two are really that close, she won't mind."

I took a steadying breath so as to not yell at him. "You don't get to decide that."

"I already have."

"What would make you turn around and drive safely?"

"The truth. Why couldn't you have dinner for our one-year anniversary?"

"I was working!" I answered yet again. I couldn't understand why he couldn't get over this one thing-the one hiccup in our relationship.

"Right, right." Max sighed, tapping the steering wheel. "Speaking of, I called your work too and got your vacation extended-said you were a dunce and got the dates wrong. Common issue for you it seems. Wanna try to explain the text?"

"I've told you. I wasn't drunk, I was just typing fast, because again, I. Was. WORKING." I slammed a fist into the dashboard. At this point, we didn't have time to return the rental, so we'd have to just ditch it and catch the plane; missing it was not an option. "Turn around."

"But we've got a second vacation to get to, though it's a little far. We won't get there til," Max faced me and smirked, "sundown."

That should've clued me in, but I was too concerned about his reckless behavior. The only thing I realized was that there was no plane to catch-Max handled all of the logistics-but I still needed to get away. I fidgeted with the door latch, locked obviously, but I could ram through and run away. To do so, however, I'd need to show the rabbit the truth he seeked, making it pointless. My best bet was to wait until we stopped, so I leaned over to read the fuel gauge.

"Did I mention how nice this car is?" The rabbit patted the dashboard. "She can make this trip on one tank. I calculated it to be sure. You're all about getting places fast, yeah?"

"I need to pee."

"Then pee." Max threw an empty bottle at me from the center console. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked a thousand times."

I put the bottle back and slumped into my seat. He thought this through, though I should have realized it was a setup with how convenient our return day was, and how badly he wanted to drive today despite hating it. But did he already figure out the truth? If not, it'd be the last thing he'd expect and, well, I'd live just fine if he freaked out and crashed, but as for him... My best option was to tell him, so he would know what was happening when it happened, but I debated it until the sun disappeared from the horizon we were heading towards. By then, I was out of time.

At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if the shirt I wore was a part of his plan. A dress shirt that I didn't remember packing, but I knew was the one he gifted me-didn't have one for a fancy dinner he planned. After I unbuckled, I unbuttoned the shirt as fast as I could, baring the mottled brown of my torso. I removed my arms from the sleeves, showing the black spots that break up the otherwise uniform white, then worked on my jeans.

"Eyes on the road, Max. You've seen me naked plenty, remember?"

"Doesn't mean you get any less hot." The rabbit begrudgingly returned his attention to driving, though he angled his muzzle to see me better in the corner of his eye.

Max wasn't questioning why I was undressing...because he already knew. So I didn't need to say anything, or worry, just relax and let it happen. I barely remembered to kick my pants off and lower my seat all the way before control of my body became a battle. I knew not to flail against the stretching of my legs up and over me, or writhe against the rearrangement of my spine, or anything besides laying still; it only hurt if I resisted. How it looked I can only retell what others have said-my eyes and everything else were growing so the only sense I was left with was feel. But I do know I got ginormous, and with me on my back, helpless, all four of my legs jammed against the roof of the car uselessly. If I rolled, I would land right on the rabbit.

Max chuckled as the car slowed to a stop. He exited the vehicle, then came around to my side and opened the door. I flopped out onto my four shaky legs and, while I stretched the knots out of my muscles, the rabbit opened the back door. The seats were taken out, which he previously explained away with the simple muttering of "rental companies, amirite?" I hopped in and found plenty of space to lie down.

After Max returned to driving, he explained how he figured it out. The doctor appointments, me always hanging out with my supposedly homophobic family he never met (because they would tell him), and especially that our one-year anniversary had been on a full moon. He was ignorant as to the exact reasoning, and I couldn't speak, but he understood that I needed "reaffirmation." What that meant I had to infer from the way he said he had "plans" for me when we reached the hotel, which got my tail swishing into the sides of the vehicle. I had never used my cock in feral form, despite its incessant begging. I'd like to claim it was due to its size, but my tailhole was also virginial in this form.

Thankfully, I only waited ten minutes before he pulled into a parking lot, then another five and we were in the lobby.

I only gave half an ear to Max checking in with the deer at the front counter until I heard "lycanthrope."

"Sorry, sir, company policy, no pets."

"Just look at him, he's huge. And who domesticates a wild wild dog?" The rabbit blinked a few times as he realized how dumbly constructed his sentence was.

"Still gotta confirm they're sentient. What's their name?"

After rolling his eyes, Max answered, "His name is Shawn."

The deer walked around the counter and stood before me. "Answer with taps of your paw, Shawn. What's two plus two?"

I tapped my pour four times.

"What number of the alphabet is 'C'?"

Three increasingly impatient taps.

"If Sunday is one, what day of the week is it?"

I grumbled. Who kept track of what day it was? That's what phones were for. Even if it wasn't in the car, I wouldn't be able to use it very well-that text proved that. I thought I proved intelligence sufficiently, but the clerk eyed me suspiciously, so I barked at Max.

After pulling out his phone, he said, "It's Thursday."

I hit the ground five times so fast I doubted the deer could count them, but he returned to his desk anyway.

With that dealt with, we made our way to a typical hotel room; I didn't look around much, instead I jumped on the bed and turned around, my tail knocking off the pillows and ruffling the sheets.

"Eager aren't ya boy?" Max set his bag on the floor and rifled through it. "Doesn't seem to me like you need reaffirmation, so I might wanna punish you for being naughty instead."

I whined and held a forepaw up, showing off the erection that I can't help myself in this form.

After taking a quick glance, Max whistled and paced around the room, holding his paws behind his back. "I'm hoping that's full mast, though what's got you so excited?"

I sniffed a couple times.

"My scent? I thought you said mine was subtle." It was, like the wind carrying the smell of a forest miles away, but I knew that scent-my boyfriend that I had never got past the "fuck and cuddle every chance we get" stage with. Except now it seemed as he watched me idly.

Thinking he wanted a show, I kept my one forepaw raised and grinded my pink shaft into the soft sheets. Not enough stimulation to get me anywhere, but it successfully drew the rabbit's eye.

"Alright boy, roll over."

I obliged, though I hated the position, partly because I now had to crane my neck to see Max. He crawled onto the bed with the bottle he had been holding behind his back. I laid my head back, unable to see underneath my sac where his target was anyway. I relaxed my tailhole and everything, but the cold slickness was destined elsewhere: right on my knot and up and up. I yipped and looked at him with a tilted muzzle; my cock was nearly the length and girth of his forearm.

"I can take it. I've, uh...used the opportunity of all your absences to do some...anal training. I think my dildo was about the same size." Max returned his fingers to my knot. "Though, I'm not sure about this. Tell me you're already close and this is swollen."

I shook my head.

"Well, I'm sure it'll be fine." Max stood and came closer. "For now, enjoy this nice low angle." His bulge stayed in the foreground of my vision as he pulled his shirt up, revealing his orange-streaked black fur that covered most of his body, thin enough that I could see the pink of his nipples. He freed his arms from the sleeves, one all black save for a white paw. Usually, he would dawdle here, but instead he yanked his pants off. I drew up what little I could when I saw what was underneath: lingerie. Expensive, especially considering what I liked doing with it.

Slowly, the barely-covered rabbithood inched closer, then a little closer, and right before it was within my reach, Max stopped. I whimpered, pawing at his thighs as if I was going to climb up somehow.

"The worst part about this is I can't make you beg." The rabbit finally entered my reach, so I hooked a fang into the lacing and ripped, that satisfying tearing sound filling the room as his cock snapped into my nose. Here, his scent had a spicy musky undertone to it. After flinging the lingerie across the room, I opened up to lick the tip, but Max thrusted in to the hilt. He didn't reach my throat, but I pulled back from the suddenness and rested my head on the bed.

The rabbithood followed. "I trust you can handle a quick face fuck."

I suckled on his tangy flesh, his bitter pre soon accompanying it, and perked my satellite-dish-like ears.

"Good boy." At this point, Max was on his knees above me, his paws planted on the wall, so he didn't risk his balance withdrawing my treat from my mouth. He lingered with just the tip inside, allowing me to swirl around the urethra, before rewarding me with the rest of the shaft. He didn't pause again, heaving his cock out and barely giving me enough time to guide him to my palate when he rammed back in. He shuddered at the bumpy texture, and I knew if I had a handpaw to play with his balls, he would come. Alas, I had to wait. But while he recovered, I inhaled his musk straight from his sheath-something I couldn't do normally since he'd be in my throat-which kept my doghood excited behind him.

Eventually, Max started thrusting again, his breathing frantic. My paws clumsily petted his thighs, encouraging him to hasten-and that he did, unleashing the leg power rabbits were known for, though in this form my jaw didn't get sore and I maintained the perfect amount of suction. He grabbed my head from behind my ears and yanked in time with his hips as he keeled over me. Throbbing in my maw, he breathed a cute little "ahhh," then released the first jet of sweet seed-he didn't usually taste that way, must have been the different food we were eating. I resisted the muscle memory of swallowing and let it all pool, occupying myself instead with making a moan, but it came out as a gravely grumble.

Right as Max filled my mouth, he pulled out. I opened wide, letting him see all of his cum that overflowed down the sides. He encouraged my jaw shut and commanded, "Swallow." I eagerly complied, while he scooped up what had escaped and tasted. "Wow, I am absolutely delectable. You're such a lucky boy. Particularly for this next part." He shuffled down my form, stradling me, but when he reached his destination, his legs were too spread to draw up to my erection. So he climbed atop me, having just enough space for his knees to safely rest on my stomach. His weight was nothing, but his position meant none of my paws had any use. I could only stare at his cock, clearly ready to give me more, as he lifted up and his paw worked at his backside.

Max guided me to his entrance and pressed down. For several long seconds, the pressure increased to no avail, until suddenly my tip popped inside. The rabbit grimaced, muttering something I couldn't listen to with his walls trying to force me out and his paw holding me firmly in place. After a few breaths, all of his muscles relaxed except his legs holding him up. He eased down an inch before rising just shy of dismounting completely, then slid down a little more than previously. Following that pattern, he enveloped more and more of my doghood, his tight-jawed expression slackening until his tongue lolled out and saliva dribbled down. His cock joined in the drooling onto my stomach.

The building excitement as he neared my knot made me yearn for the ability to buck my hips. But since I lacked leverage, I only got a small tease before the rabbit rose again. When he returned, despite its unswollen state, he struggled to take the bump in. The second he did, I grumbled similar to before and he said, "Whew. I can't believe you've been giving me your everyday canid dick for over a year when you were packing this."

I whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Cuter too." Max rocked his hips back and forth. "Okay, I think I'm ready." He braced himself with a paw on my chest, while the other played with himself. "I trust you are as well."

I barked and nodded.

The rabbit glided up my length, clenching. While still slower than I wanted, I slumped my head back and panted. He wiggled around when he reached the tip, then slammed back down so my knot could enjoy his tightness. He repeated, the plap sound of our joining and the wet sound of him stroking himself accelerating. His scent intensified and lost its layers, left only with the spicy musk as if my nose still nestled in his sheath. The culprit was all the pre he soaked my fur with, like I did to his tunnel, especially when he paused to squeeze on my knot.

My ears perked at a familiar ascending series of moans over all the other noise. I fought against the intense stimulation racing up and down my dick, and lifted my head up to see Max's twitching cock-angled up so I wouldn't be able to catch any of its cum. He had thrown his head back so I woofed as loud as I could. The rabbit started, nearly slipping me out of him, then relaxed when his eyes opened to my waiting mouth. He bottomed out on me and grinded against my sheath, while his paw blurred across his length. His moans became drawn out and reached their highest pitch before he gifted me with his seed-more bittersweet this time. His aim was awful, and I didn't have the brain cells available to move my neck because of his merciless, yet unfruitful milking, so I only caught a couple of spurts. Still, I swallowed happily.

"I should've..." Max's voice came out exhausted so he took a few moments to catch his breath. "I should have paced myself with you. Are you close?"

I wanted to say "kinda," but I settled on shaking my head.

"Alright then, boy, take over." The rabbit twisted around and laid on me, my doghood still buried underneath his stubby tail. "And don't worry about hurting me."

I held him as best I could with my forepaws as I flipped us over. I had to squat low since he stayed lying flat, but I could finally use all my lycanthropic strength-so I did, battering his slick hole and forcing the air out of his lungs. I was concerned until he worked a paw underneath himself. The thought of making him come again surged more energy into my hips. I nibbled on his ears in the way he loved, and he shuddered and met my next thrust-my last full one since my knot expanded inside him, leaving me with only an inch to piston in and out of him. My nibbling roughened as I traveled from tip to base, then to his nape.

"Just bite me already."

I did so, his neck fitting easily in my maw, though I refrained from breaking skin. Max squirmed, and I was about to let him go before the scent of fresh cum hit me, throwing me into a rapturous, worriless state. The rabbit gasped at the first shot of my release, then grunted when I collapsed onto him. Never before had he hugged my knot so fiercely-the pressure became the center of my world, the rest of my cock flooding him the farthest edge.

But as it always does, my world re-expanded and re-included less pleasant things, like Max futility attempting to wiggle free from me. I shifted my weight to my limbs and he relaxed, but crouching so low was uncomfortable, so I pawed at his side until he got the hint to roll onto his side with me. While we didn't fit perfectly together like we normally would spooning, his upper body rested nicely against my stomach. One hind leg embraced his lower body and my snout could just barely reach the top of his ears to lick.

Unfortunately, I wasn't tired-hard to be when you have boundless, supernatural energy-but I enjoyed his sleeping form against me until dusk, then fell asleep with him.

*

Usually when I woke without the shackled feeling from the moon, I would shift back-all the faster to return to my boyfriend. But he was already here, in my arms-or my hind leg rather, a little awkwardly since it dangled over him instead of curled around him. I slid down so my forepaw reached his shoulder.

Max groaned, readjusting his position. "Good morning." He placed a paw over mine. "Can you shift back? We need to talk."

After the panic from hearing those words faded, my digits lengthened, allowing me to interlace them with his, and my muzzle shrank down the rabbit's form until I nuzzled between his ears. We now properly spooned with our legs slotted together.

"I believe I've made it clear that your lycanthropy doesn't bother me-the stereotypes are bullshit-but..."

"I know I...I lied to you-hurt you...needlessly, I see now." I brought our held paws to his chest and tugged him into me. "I'm sorry."

"I just don't get why you did it." His voice got shaky and his grip loosened. "Do I come off as that superficial?"

"No, you're perfect, Max, it's just...I've had so many great first dates that all ended the same way: I tell them about my minor inconvenience, and suddenly I go from a cute guy to some savage that will rip their throat out if I get too close." I paused, letting the up and down rhythm of the rabbit's chest calm me. "It's something I was raised to expect, but our first date, oh my God. You were so shy back then. The way you folded your ears and broke eye contact every time I flirted, and the way you stumbled through every sentence after I rested my foot on yours from across the table, so fucking cute. And that awkward first kiss...I just couldn't lose that. Even though you didn't seem like that kind of person, neither did any of the others."

"I guess I can understand at first, but it's been a year, Shawn."

"You're right." I knew how much he liked to hear those words so I let them hang in the air. "I should've said something on our second date, or third, or anytime before our one-year anniversary, that way we could've shared it. But when you start lying, it's hard to stop. Because then I was scared you would leave me over the lying itself."

"Well, I'm not leaving you." Max pressed back into me. "I just need you to be open with me from now on."

"Of course. You want to meet my family finally?"

"Sure."

"You've talked to my sister, right? They're all at least that nice."

"Oh, that was a bluff, I just knew your excuse was bullshit."

"Well, they're great."

"I'm sure. For now though, since we're on the other side of the country," Max turned around to face me, "why don't you shift back? I want to see what under your tail is like."