Sexual Healing
"I don't wanna know. Just clean up the little mess you two made in the stall" -James.
The Yiffy Episodes of Spike the Jackrabbit: Sexual Healing
by [Hammerstroke](%5C)
Okay, this is basically a PWP starring one of my favorite rabbits, Spike! I hope you enjoy, as long as you're legal! -Hammerstroke
Spike sighed contently as he hauled in another large load of boxes in the front door of the store, making sure he didn't hit any cute bunnies along the way. He was wearing his usual attire for work: Hawaiian themed shorts and a tank top. Sweat dripped down his forehead and across his chest, and his muscles flexed as he knelt and placed the thing on the ground. His tan fur was all ruffled from where the box had rubbed against him.
With practiced skill he grabbed the razor and slit the tape off the top, letting the flaps explode outwards.
"They always overfill these things," he mused, wrenching out the newest shipment of designer swimwear and putting it on the counter beside him. His job for the day, officially? Unpack and stock the garments of varying degrees of body coverage, or lack thereof. It was the third of four boxes; the last one was still in the truck.
Out into the sun he stepped again, the only relief coming from the subtle salty breeze blowing in from the beach. Sunlight glinted off the shiny vehicles that hummed past, their AC units droning loud enough that he could hear them above the engines as they passed. Spike winced in the light and ducked into the truck's shadow, quickly grabbing the last box.
"Oomph." This was the heaviest yet. Likely packed with micro thongs, too--their store sold those by the dozens. He flexed his arm muscles and heaved the thing through the doorway, calling out for furres to watch out.
THUD
The package landed on the floor and the ground shook and the top broke off, sending bikini tops and bottoms cascading into a small pile around its base. He reached down and grabbed the nearest pair--it barely covered any crotch, and Spike new which bikini bottoms didn't cover much crotch.
"Spike! What's going on out here?" his manager called.
Spike quickly dropped the thing and stood up. "You know how it is, James. They overstuff each box and expect a normal furry to be able to carry them."
"Yeah, but you and I both know you're not a normal furry, Spike. Don't make me re-evaluate your ability to work here; you know full well why I let you stay."
Spike smirked. "Yeah. I sure do, and I smile every night because of it."
"I'm sure that's all you do," James muttered as he left for the back room. Spike shook his head, laughed a little, and started sorting and stocking the bikinis and shorts onto the shelves.
The little bell on the door chimed, and a gust of warm air shot through the store, sending a bikini flying up out of Spike's paws. Before he could tell what had happened the door closed and the tiny garment landed on his ears, before sliding and catching about halfway down the long straight ears. He looked up to see them but they just pulled back with his head and stayed out of sight.
He stopped to hear someone giggle. He whipped around, a playful grin on his face as the visitor stepped forward.
"Having fun?" she asked, and Spike nodded, casually eyeing the bunny's body and face.
"Oh, sure, I like having bikinis play with me. It's exciting." He stood and stepped forward, extending his right paw to shake hers while the other pulled the swimsuit off his head and tipped it like a hat. "Welcome to Sunset Outfitters. Can I help you find something?" he asked politely, but secretly was thinking, Can I help you pass out in pleasure? Cause I'll do it. It won't even cost you a dime. But he smiled and kept his eyes on her face when she was looking at him.
She wandered around the little store, touching this and that, feeling the fabrics of the various swimwear and sandals and things. "Well, maybe you can," she answered finally, smiling at him. "I lost weight and my bathing suits are just falling off me. I need some new ones, something flashy."
Something trashy, Spike thought to himself, but he'd let her decide anyways. He was glad to help, too. Something about hot bunnies got his blood flowing. "Well, my name's Spike, just feel free to ask if you need anything at all." He winked, and returned to unpacking the bikinis.
Then he said, "You said you've lost weight?" He looked back at her. She was wearing a nice pale green blouse and a white short skirt, complementing her cream colored fur. "You look great, if I may say so."
She blushed. "You may, and thanks." She held up a one piece and showed him. "What do you think? Would it look good on me?"
He smiled and got up, thankful that he was wearing slightly stiffer swim shorts: he was getting a little stiff himself. He held up the swimsuit and looked it over, then grabbed it by the hips and draped it over her waist, and shook his head. "Well, I don't know. I mean, if that's what catches your eye then sure, but I think it's too shiny. The colors don't match at all--and look here, at the crotch? The fabric there is creamy white, just like you."
She giggled. "I don't think we want that, do we?" she asked, placing the offending material back on the rack.
"What size are you, um--I don't think I caught your name, miss...?"
"My name's Breeze. And... to tell you the truth, I don't know what size I am. I know I'm smaller than a twelve, because that's what I was and now everything's too big." She smiled.
Spike nodded, trying to look deep in thought, though in truth he could tell just by looking at her what size she was. He grabbed the little bit of measuring tape and held it between his thumbs and index fingers. He walked around behind her, placing his paws on her shoulders, carefully cupping her flesh without being too obvious.
And, he listened, just as carefully. He grunted, as if thinking hard, and moved his paws to her shoulder and hip; then he wrapped them around her waist and "measured" there too.
And there it was--she murred slightly as he grasped her hips and measured across her bum. He pretended that he didn't hear her, but soon he placed the tape measure aside and moved in front of her, looking her in the eyes and smiling.
"You have gorgeous eyes, you know that?" They were deep blue, and shiny, and full of reflection.
Breeze blushed, and looked away, smiling. "Um, what do you think?"
"I think I wish everyone would have nice eyes like--"
"About the swim suits?"
"Well, this one would really go well on you."
He handed her a slightly skimpy two piece, a bright green bikini top and a blue and green thong.
She gulped. "I don't wear those."
Spike looked at her. She was too modest, she was shy, she didn't like exposing herself... or she was playing a wonderful game. Either way... "Well, Miss Breeze, if you really were a twelve, which I doubt--" here she blushed again "--then I'm sure you would've had to concern yourself wearing anything approaching a two piece. But believe me; this would only flatter your new figure. Go on, try it on."
She blushed again, scarlet spreading across her cheeks like so much fire, and she turned and walked towards the stalls.
Spike smiled, looking to the front door, then back to where James was hanging out. Spike caught the mouse watching him from his desk and waved him off. Sighing, James got up and moved into the back to keep cataloguing.
Spike readjusted himself and waited, till, "Spike? I'm done changing."
"Well, come out and show me."
The door opened slowly after the lock clicked open and out she walked, her hips swaying with each step. Spike fought the urge to grab her right there. Her fluffy tail practically hid any indication there was any sort of a back to the thong at all. Spike smiled. "Looks very sexy," he said with a blush. The scarlet on Breeze's cheeks was extremely visible and she quickly hid back in the change booth, coming out very quickly with the thing in her hand and her normal clothing on.
He nodded. "You said all your bathing suits aren't fitting anymore?"
Breeze nodded. "Yeah, I think I'll need some more." She fiddled with her skirt, and looked around, at the floor, at the other clothing, at the surfboards in the corner--anything but him, he figured, and he stepped closer.
"Is everything alright, Miss Breeze?"
His voice was soft, gentle and quiet, and hopefully warming too. She looked up. "Yeah, yeah, everything's fine." She looked away and grabbed another bathing suit, this one less flattering than the first one. She shoved it at him.
He shook his head. "No, you'll look as straight as a ruler with that on and it'll make you look far too tall. I really think this is where you should be looking."
He pointed at the new shipment of two pieces in both winter and summer colors.
She shook her head as well. "No. I'm too fat to wear those."
"Hey! Hey, you're not fat. You just said so, you've lost weight! Dropped sizes! Six of them! You are absolutely gorgeous and beautiful, I swear. If anyone can wear a two piece and make it look good, it's you, Breeze."
"My boyfriend thought I was fat." She sniffled.
He shook his head. "I hope you bashed him over the head for that, then. 'Cause he'd deserve it."
"He dumped me. He called me ugly. All I did was gain some weight!" she cried out, making him jump.
Spike reached out, wondering if her ought to hug her. "He doesn't know what he gave up."
She didn't look back, and he heard her take some pretty deep breaths. Spike stayed silent and still, not wanting to overwhelm her. Soon she spoke again. "Thanks..." she whispered; "I don't think anyone's ever said that to me."
"Breeze," he groaned, and lightly touched her shoulder. "I think you're extremely beautiful. Any male should be worshipping you on all fours. And you know it. Look," he pointed ahead of them both at the mirror. He smiled, knowing she was looking at him more than herself. "Look!" he insisted.
She wiped her eyes and looked her reflection over, and he waited patiently. When she turned around her face was a little puffy and she was smiling. "Thanks. I mean it. Please, I'm tired of people thinking I'm fat. Make me look good. I don't care what it costs."
He nodded, and touched her cheek. "Are you sure?"
She nodded, and grabbed his paw. "Quite. Make me hot."
He chuckled. "You mean hotter than you already are, right?"
She blushed.
Spike spent the better part of half of an hour guiding her from rack to rack, display to display, then back and forth to the change booth, and all over again, many times. Simple one-pieces with deep cut necks, colorful suits with straps and ties, and clothing too, like shorts and tees and skirts, all the way to so-small-they're-slutty thongs. After she tested them for size (they all fit) she would step out and model for him, and Spike would have to readjust himself after each one. She looked hotter and hotter with each suit.
Spike dropped the pile of clothing, swim suits, and other accessories on the counter.
"Spike?" she called out as she was changing back into her skirt and shirt.
"Yes, Breeze?" he asked, looking up.
The lock clicked open. "I need your help with this."
Spike wandered over. "What can I do?"
The door opened slowly, and he frowned and tried not to stare. "You're, um... I mean, shouldn't I not... um..."
She pulled him in and closed the stall behind him. Before he could object she grabbed his cheeks and planted her muzzle on his, her tongue pressing at his lips before he could comprehend what she was doing. Giving in and forgetting all about his job he opened his muzzle and his tongue flicked with hers. She pressed her nude self against him and rubbed his back with her paws. Soon she was grasping at his tank top and yanking it off, rubbing her nipples and breasts. He groaned in her mouth and rubbed her back, and groaned as she played with the strings on his shorts.
Spike wasn't about to argue with her. Her firm breasts rubbed up against him, her crotch dragging across his as his cock popped from his swimming shorts. She tossed them on the ground and pushed him back against the wall, and he fell into the seat. Spike moaned as Breeze licked his cheek, his chin, his neck. She kept going lower and with that realization his cock got harder and harder. Breeze slowly licked down his stomach and started playing with her pussy, dipping a finger in and rubbing her sex until she was wet and slippery.
She paused when her chin bumped his huge erection. She stared at it for a moment, and then opened her lips wide to pop the tip into her hungry muzzle.
"You're... tight..." Spike gasped. He pressed on the back of her head, forcing her lips around the shaft which was just too wide around for her. The swollen purple head pressed against the roof of her mouth, then against the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, but all it did was make her more eager to satisfy him. She kept her paw buried in her cunt, and she groaned and moaned around his mammoth member.
Her body shook and convulsed as she bobbed back and forth along his shaft, and she murred louder and louder, the sounds muffled by the grunting and slurping till he was sure she was coming. Her paws were a blur now, one massaging his balls and kneading his thighs, the other pistoning in and out of her cunt. She keened, and slumped slightly, and he cried out noiselessly and came, hard, filling her mouth with his jack rabbit cream. She murred with the new taste and gulped hungrily, digging away at her hole.
Spike gasped and came again, shooting another tasty, hot load down her throat. He let go of her head, and bunched his fists trying to keep from crying out. She gagged a little and spurts of the white jizz shot out of her mouth, dripping down her chin and chest. She smiled and let go of his cock, which still leaked a little cream. She licked around the base then up the shaft, cleaning off the last of his come before she stood and turned around, her paw still buried in the bunny's cunny.
"Breeze," he groaned again, and she fell back on him, her hand moving and her cunt coming as soon as his cock forced its way into her. This time she made a lot of noise, making him shudder and grow even harder. She lifted herself off and Spike helped, grabbing her hips and forcing her on his cock. She reached up and fondled her tits while the other paw grabbed his cock.
His crotch was getting soaked with their juices as Spike moaned and shot another gooey rope of cum into her. She keened and humped his crotch, his juices spilling out with each thrust. She purred, louder and louder, and her fluffy tail brushed against his chest. He could feel himself peaking; she was about to come, too, and he held her tight and forced his cock as far into her as he could.
It was enough, his cock spasmed and shot the largest load yet, more than half of his jizz spilling out onto his crotch. He lifted her up and shot again, this time most of it landing all over her front. He gasped and his arms gave out and he dropped her between his thighs, panting and sweating. She kept purring, and leaned back into his chest and murred happily.
The flow of jizz slowed, then stopped, but not before she had a nice little spray pattern on her back too.
"Thank you," she whispered as she stood in front of the counter, handing him her Visa. "Um... If you wanted to, and you aren't working too late, would you want to, um... walk along the beach with me?"
He smiled and handed her the purchases. "Sure. This is my number, call me after five." He scrawled some digits on the back of her receipt and thanked her, watching her hips as she left; she had some considerable bounce in her step now, and looked happier.
"Ahem," James cleared his throat. Spike smiled.
"Can I help you?"
He looked at the departing bunny, then at the Visa bill, then at Spike. "I don't want to know. Just clean up the little mess you two made in the stall."
James turned to go back into the stockroom, and then turned around again, grabbing the Visa bill. "Holy fuck! That's not twenty dollars!"
Spike looked shocked. "How on earth did you miss a zero?" Then he smiled, and went back to unpacking bikinis.
So, yeah. Spike's my favorite little bunny and I know we'll have lots of fun with him. Remember to vote! --Hammerstroke