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Max wasn't surprised when Felicia showed up at his door at around five in the evening. He had known she was getting back into town today, and was, frankly, looking forward to it. The rabbit had been gone for a little over a week, and while he'd prowled the city for fun and games since she left, he was ready for his lover to return. He had missed falling asleep next to the snuggly little bunny, missed waking up to find her cuddled against him, missed spending time with her. Consequently, he met her at the door with evident enthusiasm.

Max wasn't surprised when she arrived, but he WAS surprised by her companion. He hadn't known she was bringing anyone with her, but as she bounced in, throwing her arms around his neck, a second furre strode in behind her, one who had as little in common with her as possible.

The skinny rabbit's friend was a tall, well-built equine, covered with velvety brown hair, with a long, lustrous mane. While not exactly bulging with muscles, his body rippled and undulated underneath his t-shirt, and his neck was as big around as Max's head. There was no doubt at all that the horse was a powerful specimen, and Max eyed him with some consternation. He had been hoping to greet Felicia with a rowdy hump as soon as she walked through the door, but apparently he was going to have to wait.

"Oh, this is Jesse, he's an old friend." Felicia had quickly caught the look of confusion on the tiger's face. "Jesse, this is Max, my other."

Max's unease was quickly put to rest, as the stallion reached out a hefty hand (paw? Hoof?) and smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Max. I've heard a lot about you." The horse's voice was so smooth, and his manner so friendly, it was impossible to hold anything against him. He was just one of those people that must make friends everywhere they go.

Taking the proffered hand, Max shook it, grinning sheepishly. "Nice ta meet you, too. Wish I could say the same. About having heard about you, that is. Not, uhh, it being nice to meet you. I mean, it IS nice to meet you, but, uhh..."

At this point the bunny, her brown eyes rolling, stepped in with a patient sigh. "Excuse him, Jesse, he's an idiot." With a giggle, she kissed her kitty on the cheek and loped off towards the back of the apartment. "You two get acquainted. I gotta use the little girls' room."

The next few hours turned out to be a pretty good time after all. The three ordered a pizza and collapsed on the sofa, drinking beer and chatting. Jesse was a great guy, full of energy, and equally full of stories. It turned out that when Felicia said they went back, she meant they went WAY back, to when they were just kids, and he had enough of stories of Felicia doing something embarrassing to keep them all entertained.

As things do, the conversation turned to sex, or rather, stories of the two friends when they were kids. The best one, Max thought, was the one in which Jesse's mother had caught the rabbit dry-humping a pillow in his room when she was thirteen. As he told the story, Felicia turned bright red underneath her white fur, tinted the tips of her ears a deep crimson. Max, naturally enough, thought this made the story even funnier.

Of course, just because he was having a good time didn't mean Max had forgotten about the lonely nights without his bunny. She was sitting between the males, the tiger's left arm thrown over her shoulder affectionately, and as she and Jesse argued cheerily about just HOW embarrassing the story was, especially considering she herself had caught the young stallion engaged in an act of self-love one time, Max couldn't help but wriggle his right paw underneath her shirt, scooping her small breast in his paw and giving it a nice, slow squeeze. Felicia seemed to ignore it, but deftly reached behind her with her right paw and placed it on Max's thigh, rubbing him softly.

As the bunny was half-turned towards Jesse, he presumably couldn't see a thing that was happening, and as the lovers caressed each other, Max thought this made it even more enjoyable. For half an hour, the two kept it up, and Max could have done so for longer, except he had drunk a few beers that night, and as we all know, there's a result that no man can resist. Grudgingly, Max got up and hurried his way to the restroom, to "unload his burdens" as he quipped.

The whole thing took longer than it should have, since Max was wielding a wicked boner, and any guy knows that makes accurate urination pretty tough to do. Snorting to himself, Max looked up at the ceiling and thought about football for a few minutes, until he reached a state where draining the lizard was a lot more comfortable, at least without peeing all over the place.

His return to the living room presented him a sight he hadn't expected. For some reason, Jesse's head was leaning back, looking somewhat towards the ceiling, with his eyes half closed. Looking downwards, Max saw that his girlfriend was now on her paws and knees on the couch, her face buried in the equine's crotch. Ahh! So that explained Jesse's strange expression!

More surprised than anything, Max watched them for a moment, rubbing idly at his junk through his jeans, listening to the low moans and slurping sounds as his girlfriend went down on her pal. After a short time, however, he decided he'd had enough. He wasn't going to just stand around and let his female suck some other guy's cock without doing something about it!

"So what the hell is going on here?" he demanded as he strode into the room, his face dark, a scowl on his usually gentle features. "What do you think you're doing?"

The furres jumped, evidently surprised, but Felicia recovered quickly. Tossing Max a come-hither look over her shoulder, the bunny quipped, "What does it look like I'm doing, honey?"

"It looks like," Max began, "It looks like you're chowing down on your little friend here."

"You're exactly right," Felicia giggled, and with that, she turned back to the horse and went back to pleasuring him. Jesse, for his part, looked completely unashamed, only momentarily annoyed that the tiger had interrupted his blowjob.

Max scowled at the pair for a moment, then broke out into a wide grin. He had assumed Felicia and Jesse had been yiffing each other, he just didn't think they'd invite him. What a pleasant surprise!

As he strode over to the couch, Max unbuttoned his jeans, pulling out the hard-on that had been building for the last hour. Reaching the female, he knelt down and put a paw gingerly on her upraised rump, giving it a gentle squeeze. Reaching down with his left paw to stroke himself, Max coaxed her panties aside to slip a finger inside her warm cunt, bringing a sigh of great pleasure from the busy bunny. Repositioning himself a little to get more comfortable, Max pressed his nose against the base of her beautiful powder puff tail and wriggled the tip of his tongue into her tailhole.

The effect was immediate and entertaining. Felicia had little experience with backdoor enterprises, so whenever Max chose to go that route, her reactions were priceless. The femme immediately began writhing and moaning, her narrow behind lifting into the air. Naturally, this urged Max to continue, motivating him to increase the level of sensation he was visiting upon the bunny. Closing his eyes happily, he pressed forward, wriggling his tongue in farther, until the first few inches were being gripped by the tight circle of muscle, Felicia's cheeks pressing against his own, different set of cheeks. He wiggled his tongue around, then withdrew it, to attack the outside of her tailhole, rough tongue scratching along the sensitive area. Within minutes, her backdoor was soaked, at which point he inserting his tongue inside her once again.

Below, his middle finger was buried up to the third knuckle in her hot pussy, and he was busy wiggling and stroking it back and forth. His palm was pressed against the lower area of her sex, and as he finger-fucked her, his moist palm rubbed back and forth along her outer lips. The result was a veritable outpouring of fluid, drenching his paw in her femlove, running down the inside of her legs, and along his arm.

Up above, the rabbit's moans mingled with Jesse's pleasured grunts, and when Max peeked up, he saw the equine's fingers were tangled in Felicia's long, soft hair, keeping her to a set rhythm as she bobbed up and down his tool. Every so often, she would rise off of his cock and bathe the head with long, deep licks, before sucking his stout rod back into her little mouth. Max couldn't deny that watching this from his viewpoint was tremendously hot, and as he shoved his tongue deep into his girlfriend's tailhole, his left paw was busy jerking himself off down below.

"Oh...oh, Felicia, I wanna fuck you," the horse gasped out. "Please, lemme fuck you." Max heard the female giggle, and with a wet slurp, she lifted her head from his dick and cooed. "Anything my boys want," she purred, half-turning to glimpse Max and running a paw through the tiger's hair. She wiggled her hips and Max obligingly removed her face from between her ass, kindly pulling her soaking panties down to her knees, then along her long, lean legs and off of her.

"Thank you, sweetie," she purred at him, and with that turned back to the horse she was half straddling. As she climbed up onto Jesse, Max finally got a good look at the cock she had been gobbling, and he had to admit it was impressive. A solid ten inches, bobbing lightly above a hefty ball sack, and the same rich, milk chocolaty brown as Jesse's fur, the weapon was dangerous, and at the same time rather inviting. While Max couldn't compete with a tower like that, he felt more turned on than jealous.

Her back paws planted on either side of the horse, Felicia reached between her lithe legs to grip the massive, burning member. Aiming it straight up, she slowly lowered herself on the tip, and the males heard her squeak as she gradually pushed the velvety shaft inside of her. By the time she had hilted the thing, she was panting.

Placing both paws on Jesse's chest, Felicia gamely lifted her hips until only and inch or two was inside her, then slid back down until her pubis rested on the horse's sweaty body. Up and down, up and down, slowly at first, but gaining speed as she got wetter and more lubricated, until the skinny rabbit was bouncing on top of her friend at a quick pace, panting, ears drooping. Max watched as her greatly parted pussy slid along the horse's shaft, wetly gripping the tool in a death hold, and couldn't resist reaching down to stroke her sopping cunt or the horse's turgid balls, purring as he scritched at the joined organs.

At this point it's important to point out that Jesse was a kind furre, a true gentleman. While it's one thing to fuck someone's female in front of him, it's an entirely different thing to exclude the individual in question, and he would never think of doing something like that. Placing a powerful paw on the middle of Felicia's back, he pushed her forward, throwing her down onto his chest, legs splayed wide. "C'mon bro, you don't have to be left out."

Max had to hand it to him, the guy was generous. "You're hogging the front entrance, man, I guess there's only one other place for me to go." Hearing the smirk in his voice, the rabbit's head whipped around, eyes wide with anxiety, knowing what her lover intended. Max just smiled coyly and stepped up towards her, and the bunny turned back around, resigned to her fate.

Sticking his index finger between the furres' groins, Max got it nice and damp with bunny love. Taking hold of one butt cheek with his left paw, he pulled it to the side, revealing the tight, still wet tailhole he had been licking earlier. Running his finger along the outside, he heard the female sigh happily, and he wiggled until he worked his finger in by about an inch. "Just do it, Max," came the nervous demand.

The tiger laughed and removed his digit, grabbing a pawful of tail with his left paw, the right gripping his cock, which burned in his palm. Lifting her tail up enough to raise her body a little, Max guided the tip of his member to the ring of muscle, and slowly, slowly pressed forward. He heard Felicia catch her breath, freezing in place as her tailhole fought to keep out the intruder, but with a gasp, she lost the fight and an inch of tiger meat slipped in. Biting his lower lip, Max pushed forward very slowly, but with constant pressure, until he was as far in as he was going to get. Pulling back slowly, the pressing forward, he gingerly began to fuck his girlfriend from behind.

Jesse, bighearted as he was, waited a minute to let the trembling female work into a rhythm, then began rolling his hips, working his powerful fuckstick into her from below. The rabbit writhed and fought for a moment, but the males quickly caught a rhythm and began fucking her in earnest, Max, being freer, slamming into her body about twice as fast as the horse. Tossed between the males, Felicia physically had no choice but to lay limp like a rag doll, her small body pounded from both sides.

If anyone had stood outside the apartment door, they would have been greeted by the deep, mellow grunts of an equine, the much higher pitched moans of a tiger, and the quiet gasps of a tired bunny who was sandwiched in between. If they had a view between that tiger's legs, they would have seen a lapine pussy stretching out, a thick brown dick slamming into it, and a sore, broken tailhole being ravaged by a feline cock. If they had seen the faces of those involved, they would have seen two very determined males and one very overwhelmed female.

Of course, things change, and the first thing to change was the quality of Jesse's grunts. They became faster, more higher pitched, and more drawn out, as the horse clenched his teeth and snorted through his flared nostrils. His tempo sped up, and he began really pounding at the female on top of him, so much so that Max was forced to put a stop to his own attack and just concentrate on staying in place. Felicia bounced and bucked on top of him, thrown around like a toy in a hurricane, her whole body limp and helpless as she jumped and recoiled with every thrust.

"Rrragggghh!" With that, the equine tensed up and made one final thrust. It wasn't hard to guess why: after a long, detailed blowjob and ride, he hit the climax of his evening. He shuddered and gasped and quivered, his legs jerking spasmodically. Felicia held still, face buried in his chest, groaning as ounce after ounce of the stallion's hot seed filled her body. After a moment, or perhaps several, Jesse fell back, his body limp, in a state of exhaustion.

Of course, all that meant was that it was Max's turn to finish things up. Almost before the bunny could catch her breath, her lover was pounding at her tail, digging his claws into her sides, teeth clenched. Now that Jesse had stopped moving, the tiger climbed up onto the couch, almost crouched over the rabbit, his upper body leaning over hers, and began thrusting faster and faster, bringing great, wracking moans from the female underneath. Her tailhole was so tightly coiled around him, so hot, so kinky, that Max knew he couldn't last long; at this point, he was ready to cum.

The end came as a surprise to the tiger. One moment he was shoving his rock hard rod into his girlfriend's hole, the next, hot gobs of cum were spewing from the tip, shooting deep into the rabbit's body. As his orgasm subsided, Max tried pulling out, but he was so hot that for every half inch he backed out, his cock flared up again, releasing another spurt into the fiery cavern.

Eventually, the tiger managed to disengage himself from the bunny, and took a long, deep breath. Looking down at the pair on the couch, the exhausted stallion, the rabbit oozing fluid from both holes, he chuckled out loud. Yup, he still had it.

Collapsing onto the couch next to the tired furres, Max ran a paw down Felicia's back, tenderly brushing her sweat-soaked fur. "So Jesse, how long you gonna be in town?" Max hoped it was going to be a long time.