Tory and Sam
Just a little something for fun.
Tory rang the doorbell, his bushy tail gently nudging the shy rabbit beside him. "Don't worry. You're gonna love it, I promise." He sure hoped he was right.
At his side, Samuel just gave his usual, quiet smile, but also as usual, the pink bunny's hands were fidgeting nervously in front of his stomach. His long ears were twitching at odd angles above his face, as well, a sure sign that he wasn't feeling at all confident about whatever his boyfriend had dragged him into.
It would be all right, Tory told himself, his bare foot tapping impatiently as he stared at the single-story house's door. Better than all right: an anniversary gift that neither of them would ever forget. The red fox nodded, taking a deep breath to steel his own nerves and trying to smother the worrisome voice in his head that told him he should have gotten at least one reference to make sure the business they were visiting was legitimate.
He and Samuel had officially been together for one year, to the day, though they'd been best friends since elementary school, long before they each revealed their secret attraction to the other. An entire year of getting to know each other in a whole new way, and yet in all that time, not once had--
Tory gave himself a shake as the door opened, a short German shepherd tilting his head inquisitively. "Tory and Sam?" the canine asked, and when both of the college students on his doorstep nodded, he stepped back with a welcoming smile and opened the door the rest of the way. "Welcome! Thank you both for coming. Tory, it's great to finally meet you in person."
The fox shook the shepherd's hand, relieved that the canine was at least the same person he'd talked to in several late night forums and not some Scandinavian boar of a sex trafficker. Tory blushed, guilty at the racist stereotype, but fortunately neither of the others were looking at him anymore. After shaking Sam's paw as well, the shepherd turned to cross his living room to an open basement door, while Sam looked around the comfortably furnished house with nervous curiosity.
"You're welcome to make yourselves at home, watch some TV, help yourselves to the fridge if you like. Kitchen's over there." Nathan, their shepherd host, nodded toward an archway past which Tory could see an electric oven and several cupboards. "I'll be downstairs getting things ready. Almost everything's set, just some pillows to fluff and candles to light. You can come down whenever you like." With that, the dog hurried down the basement steps, leaving the two of them alone in the living room.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Sam turned from his inspection of the living room to look up at the fox's face. "Um, Tory? Think you could tell me what's going on, now?"
"And ruin the surprise?" Tory asked with a grin.
"I'm already plenty surprised," Sam countered, and let out a disgruntled breath, "and a little confused, too. Do you know this guy? What was all that about candles and pillows?"
"His name's Nathan. As for the rest, don't worry. You'll see." When the bunny rolled his eyes at him, though, Tory finally relented with a laugh. "All right, you know that pepper oil we bought from the adult toy store a few months back?"
Samuel's ears immediately flicks back, one of them sticking in that position while the other twitched back upright. His blush was lost in his pink fur, but Tory could practically smell it on the bunny as Sam shot a worried glance toward the basement doorway. "Yeah, I remember. . . ." he said quietly.
Tory nodded toward the basement. "Well, Nathan here invented the stuff."
"What?" It came out as something between a squeak and a shout, and Tory couldn't help but laugh again as his boyfriend went on in a more normal, if disbelieving, tone. "But he doesn't look any older than we are, and that stuff's been around for at least a few years. He would've had to have made it back when he was in high school, maybe earlier."
"Which is why he keeps his business under the radar."
Sam ran his paw through his head fur, his other ear finally righting itself. "That still doesn't explain what we're doing in his house."
Tory just grabbed the rabbit by the elbow and pulled him toward the basement stairs. "Better to show than to tell," he said, his tail already twitching with nervous excitement.
At the bottom of the stairs, they found a fully furnished and extravagant bedroom, complete with a 60-inch bedside television, a cozy looking sitting area in front of a lit and roaring fireplace, and just as Nathan had promised, aromatic candles by the dozen. The shepherd himself was straightening the covers over a bed that looked large enough for an elephant. Or rather, for a whale--Tory realized by the way the covers swayed and rippled that it was a water bed.
"There we go, all's ready." Nathan looked around the romantic scene with his hands on his hips and an air of satisfaction, than strode past the other two and started making his way back up the stairs. "You two relax and enjoy the evening. If you need to clean up, the back door there is a bathroom, and you'll find everything you need on the counter. No worries about noise; these walls are thicker than they look. If either of you needs anything at all, just press the button next to your gift there on the bed's headboard. Otherwise, I'll see you in the morning!" A moment later, the main floor's door was shut, and the fox and bunny were once again left alone together.
Tory felt a little overwhelmed by Nathan's energy, but reasoned that the shepherd might simply have had other business to attend to. The dog was right about the thick walls, in any case. Tory could hear nothing now except his and his mate's breathing.
"It's a . . . bed and breakfast?" Sam asked, padding over to the foot of the bed and pushing down on its sheets, making the entire layer of covers jiggle in a slow wave.
"Um, something like that." Tory made his way to the bed, as well, spotting the "gift" that Nathan had mentioned on the headboard. It wasn't hard to pick out, the slender length of it a dark and shiny blue compared to the headboard's deep mahogany, but it didn't look like Samuel had noticed it yet. Ears tilting back, Tory tentatively picked the toy up, feeling naughty just to touch it, and he blinked in surprise when he found it attached to the headboard by a slender tube.
It wasn't at all what he was expecting. Over their internet chat sessions, Nathan had promised Tory that he had a new device that would help his boyfriend get over his reluctance to try bottoming. This didn't look new to the fox, though, and even if he could convince Samuel to use it, their anniversary night wouldn't go at all the way he had been looking forward to.
He was holding a simple, double-ended dildo: two firm yet pliable canine erections joined by a short cylinder behind their knots. Each was about the same size as Tory's own penis, maybe a little more slender, with the knots barely swollen out from the rest of the curvy shafts. Maybe that was what the little tube attached to its center was for? Even if the knots were inflatable, though, it was hardly the rarest of novelty toys he'd heard of. . . .
A hand on his shoulder shook him out of his thoughts, and he turned to find Sam looking up at him from underneath his bangs. "Oh . . . Tory. . . . We've talked a lot about it, and I knew you really wanted to, but for you to go this far to make me feel safe about it. . . ." When they'd first started experimenting, Tory had let Sam top him to prove to the bunny that it wouldn't be so bad, but they'd gone too fast, and the fox's plan had backfired when he'd had to stop halfway through from the pain of Sam's sudden penetration. Tory had wanted to try again, if only to show Sam that it could feel good for both of them as long as they were careful, but the bunny had always felt too guilty about their first attempt to top the fox since, and too frightened of the pain to try bottoming himself. Now, though. . . . "Okay." Samuel stretched up on his toes and planted a kiss on Tory's cheek. When he leaned back again, one of his lapine finger pads prodded the tip at one end of the toy in Tory's hands, and he let out an embarrassed giggle. The skin around the bunny's eyes was glowing as pink as his fur, the only way to tell just how hard he was blushing. "I mean, we'll go slow, right? And if either of us have second thoughts or anything, we can just, um, enjoy the night anyway?"
Tory didn't know what to say. He'd assumed that Nathan had some new invention that would let him mount his bunny mate without causing any pain, not this, and Tory was actually much more reluctant to try being penetrated again than he let on. But this was the first time Sam had ever been willing to try any real anal play since their first attempt. The fox couldn't very well tell the rabbit that his plan had in fact been to seducing Sam into taking him under the tail and humping the bunny until they both passed out. Not now, with Sam looking up at him with that wide-eyed affection and appreciation.
Careful to keep his caring smile plastered on his muzzle, Tory leaned down and smooched the bunny on his nose. "Of course, hon. There's no pressure, and whatever we do tonight, we'll be doing it together." Setting the toy down on the bed's thick blanket, he gave his bunny's shoulders a quick squeeze. "I guess I'll, uh, go freshen up," he said, and hurried into the bathroom before his mate could see just how nervous he'd suddenly become.
It wouldn't be so bad, would it? After all, they both knew each other's limits much better now than that night so shortly after they'd come out to each other. And Sam was right, they'd go slow. But then, both ends of that dildo were close to Tory's size, somewhat bigger than Sam's endowment, and when Sam had shoved his member underneath the fox's tail, it had really hurt!
After rubbing between his eyes with two fingers, Tory leaned against the bathroom counter and shook his head with a sigh. On the counter, right next to the sink, was a box labeled "Vaporwash Suppositories," one of the latest cutting edge romance aides placed on the market by Nathan's company. Tory had heard about these; they were supposed to clean out a system before anal sex more quickly and effectively than any enema, though from what he'd heard, the process could be . . . unflatteringly noisy.
Well, at least he'd have a little practice shoving something up his rump before trying with Nathan's "new" toy.
* * *
Tory rolled onto his back with his legs in the air, squirming out of his pants and laughing as the waterbed sloshed and bounced beneath him. Sam was in the bathroom, taking his turn cleaning with the Vaporwash, and the rabbit was taking long enough that Tory had decided to go ahead and strip down to his underwear. Tossing his jeans past the foot of the bed, he rolled onto his side facing the bathroom door and tried to prop himself up on his elbow seductively, but it was impossible to maintain the position with the bed constantly rolling. Chuckling again, he flopped onto his back, looking down over his body to make sure his fur wasn't mussed up too badly from his clothing. The fox ran his fingers through his pelt, hastily working loose a few tangles over his slender abdomen. He had a lithe and lightly toned build that he was rather proud of, not quite a track runner's body, but not too far from it, either. Flicking his ears back self-consciously, the fox adjusted the plump bulge of his sheath, tucking the waistband of his underwear behind the top inch to make it more pronounced. He'd worn his blue silk briefs, knowing just how much Sam liked the way they played against the vivid orange of his fur. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so, conforming to his nether regions even more than his own pelt.
When he looked up again, Sam was standing in the bathroom doorway, looking thoroughly mortified at the sounds his body had been making while reacting to the cleansing suppository. Tory barely noticed his mate's embarrassment, however; the pink rabbit was stark naked, his clothes left behind in the restroom.
Both of them had feminine builds for males, but if he wanted to, Samuel could actually have passed for a female; all the rabbit would have needed was a blouse and skirt. The bunny's rounded hips would have been convincingly girlish in tight pants, too, if not for the double-handful of scrotum held tightly squeezed between his strong thighs. It didn't matter that Tory had seen his boyfriend naked dozens of times before, or that Sam was so clearly flustered. The rabbit had the kind of sexiness that only increased when he wasn't aware of it.
"What are you grinning at?" Sam asked when he noticed the fox's expression.
Tory could only grin all the wider. "I'm just remembering how lucky I am," he replied, and as usual, his heart melted when Sam's hands went down in front of his lap and the rabbit tucked one big foot paw behind the other ankle, swaying slightly in place as a sheepish smile crept over his muzzle. Tory patted the bed beside him, beckoning his mate forward with a finger, and Sam obediently crawled onto the bed, sitting on his heels next to the fox's shoulder. Sam could have tremendous inner strength, and he was always firm in his boundaries, but otherwise, when they were alone the rabbit was entirely submissive.
The fox took his time looking over his mate, eyes tracing slowly down the bunny's white underbelly from chin to groin, where Sam's fluffy white balls were propped on top of his pressed-together thighs, almost completely hiding the cute sheath above them. They shifted slightly as the rabbit's legs moved with the flow of the waterbed, those thighs pushing them up and inward to form a plump heart shape that Tory couldn't help but reach out and caress.
"Mmm," Sam murred under his breath with a full-bodied shiver at the intimate contact, but he made no move otherwise. "So . . . how should we do this?"
"Oh, I figured we'd stick this toy up our butts and see where things go from there," Tory joked, earning a laugh from his bunny and a smack to the top of his head, which in turn earned the rabbit a quick squeeze to his sack in retaliation. "Before that, though, I guess we could both use some stretching."
Sam shivered again, and Tory could feel his mate's leg tense up against the back of his paw. "Then . . . should I . . . ?"
"Just lie down," the fox murmured, finally moving his fingers away from Sam's delectable genitals and nudging against the rabbit's hip. "I'll take it from there."
Unsurprisingly, the pink rabbit did just as he was told, though he shot a nervous glance over his shoulder at the double-ended toy where Tory had replaced it on the headboard. Facing the foot of the bed, Sam crawled forward on his hands, likely completely unaware of just how seductive he looked arching his back just before lowering himself to his belly, his leaf-blade of a tail flickering constantly as his big, clean feet settled next to Tory's head.
The fox let himself stare for a moment as the bed settled, his angle particularly pleasant. His mate's hips curved back into the beautiful mounds of his bottom, the rump large enough that it might have seemed ungainly on anyone else. With the rabbit's strong, thick thighs and calves, though, the size of those round cheeks became completely natural, despite his hips being almost twice as wide as his waist. Laid out on his flat belly as he was, the small of Sam's back curved dramatically up past his fluttering tail, his bottom even more pert than usual when it flexed as the rabbit craned his neck to look back at Tory expectantly.
The vulpine couldn't very well keep his boyfriend waiting, now could he?
Rolling over, he crawled back until he was kneeling behind Sam's feet, watching his boyfriend's form flow along with the waterbed's movements. Hunkering down, Tory sensually kissed each of the bunny's fully furred toes before nuzzling his way up those big, pink feet and over the rabbit's calves, grinning to himself as Sam giggled at a puff of warm air tickling the back of his knees. Sitting up again, the fox took each ankle in a hand and squeezed his way up Sam's calves, his thumbs dragging against the grain of the rabbit's thick fur. He continued the lower leg massage for a minute or two, waiting for his mate to forget his jitters and begin to relax, then slowly began to move his way up over Sam's solid thighs, ever closer to the curved crease between leg and rump.
Sam let out a quiet moan, his body going limp, and Tory dug his fingers in more firmly as the rabbit's muscles grew more pliable. Finally reaching the bubble of his boyfriend's butt, he stretched his paws out and slowly pushed each cheek forward, bunching the round muscles up to either side of Sam's spade tail, then pressed his paws alternately forward and back to make those buttocks rub against each other. The snowy white fur coating the bunny's chest and belly flowed down along his inner thighs and splashed back over his inner rump cheeks, which accentuated the ebb and flow of each round muscle as Tory pressed and squeezed them.
Already strongly aroused, the fox lowered himself down to his own belly over his boyfriend's legs, resting his chin in the valley of the bunny's thighs. Caressing Sam's hips, he used his thumbs and palms to push the rabbit's plump cheeks upward and together, his nose inches from the bunny's white taint. Tory stared at that short expanse of white fur where it disappeared in a curved, inverted "V" up between Sam's buttocks inches before the fox could see his true prize. His paws helped his mate's bubble of a bottom keep that treasure hidden, always squeezing the cheeks together with his thumbs only occasionally brushing against the crease between them.
It took an effort for Tory to keep himself from grinding his sheath against the bed's covers through his underwear as he inched his nose forward. Sam gasped when the fox's cool nose pad grazed against his taint, and arched his back, pressing his rump back against Tory's muzzle. The bunny's cheeks would have parted enough to reveal the deepest parts of the canyon between them, had the fox's paws not been pressing them against each other still. Tory took a deep breath of his boyfriend's scent, the musk a familiar sweetness in his lungs, and he watched the front of his snout disappear between Sam's cheeks as he dragged his nose upwards. His sniffs grew more tentative the closer he came to the rabbit's twitching tail, but the Vaporwash had done its job well. He could smell nothing but the bunny's sweet, natural musk, the scent of lapine fur and heated arousal, even when his nose grazed against the bare, moist skin below Sam's tail.
Sam gasped at that contact. Tory smiled and gave his mate's rear entrance a gentle smooch with his lips. Then he pulled back, slipped his thumbs between the bunny's cheeks, and finally squeezed them apart to give himself a good look at Sam's tail star.
It was more a triangle than a star, really, three irregular sides framed by pristine white fur with a nearly perfect cross dividing it down the center. The skin itself was paler than Sam's pink fur, glistening in the basement bedroom's candlelight, and that cross distorted when Tory's thumbs dug into the pelt to either side of it and tugged, extra creases forming and twisting to try to chase the pressure of his thumbs. The virgin tail hole didn't separate, but Tory wasn't being all that forceful yet. He just loved watching the easily manipulated flesh shift at the slightest encouragement, feeling the heat of that slick skin as his thumb pad brushed across it.
The fox was just about to lower himself down again and venture a cautious lick--sniffing was one thing, tasting something else entirely--when Sam squirmed forward and propped himself up on an elbow. "Mmm, Tory, that feels . . . better than I thought it would. But shouldn't I be helping you, too?"
Tory's ears flicked back, and he glanced surreptitiously toward the bed's headboard. For a moment, he'd let himself forget that he wasn't actually going to be plowing his boyfriend's backside that night. Or at least, not right away.
"Of course, hon. Can't blame me for enjoying the view." He'd agreed to sharing the toy, but the fox had riled himself up already, and was feeling rather dominant hovering over his boyfriend's thighs. Tory wasn't sure he wanted to relax enough to let the bunny explore him in the same way; the notion made him a little anxious, eroding a bit of that dominant confidence.
But then, there were ways to go about tail-play that the fox might not mind.
Grinning broadly, he crawled over the rabbit's prone and naked form, nudging Sam's shoulder firmly. "On your back, love," Tory murmured, practically purring into the bunny's ear, and the pink rabbit complied immediately.
Still grinning deviously, the fox flopped onto his own back with his legs and haunches in the air, letting the waterbed toss him around as he pulled off his underwear in a single, swift motion, tossing the briefs past the foot of the bed. Rolling to his knees and swinging himself around, he hopped over his boyfriend to straddle the bunny's chest, using his shins to pin Sam's arms while facing the rabbit's big feet. The waterbed was sloshing around in a frenzy from his movements, forcing the fox to shift his body constantly to keep his balance, and just when he was leaning his weight back toward his heels, the bed surged up underneath Sam's head.
The front of the rabbit's muzzle hit Tory's taint a little harder than he'd intended, but even while wincing, he followed it down, smothering a surprised yelp from his lover with his bottom. The fox's tail was wagging like crazy, but he didn't let his rump move away from Sam's face, only dragging it a couple inches forward until he could feel the bunny's twitching nose squeeze between the lowest edges of his buttocks. Tory kept his weight on the knees pinning his boyfriend's forearms to his sides, balancing himself with his palms planted on the rabbit's skinny belly, but he worried that he might have been just a little too forceful with this idea. "You okay down there?"
He twisted around to look, but Sam's head had vanished almost entirely between the fox's butt and the rolling waves of covers, only his ears and a sliver of pink cheek visible underneath Tory's orange and white backside. Luckily, he could feel Sam nod against him, the rabbit's lips planting a distinct smooch against the very back of Tory's taint, a mere inch from his tail hole.
So he scooted one more inch forward and sat down completely, flexing his rear cheeks around the rabbit's face.
The grin hadn't left Tory's snout for an instant. Leaning forward and draping his balls over Sam's chin, he grabbed his boyfriend's solid thighs and hefted them up, grunting with the effort as he tried to lift the bunny's lower back off the bed. As fluid as their mattress was, though, Sam's upper half just sank deeper into the covers while the waterbed supported his hips at the perfect angle for Tory's purposes. The fox slurped over Sam's plump balls on his way further back, neglecting the smooth shaft that was already at full mast. His tongue worked over the back of the bunny's scrotum and down the short taint, until Tory once again met his lover's triangular star.
This time he didn't let himself wait, stroking his tongue straight over the cross dimpling Sam's bare skin. Tory could feel the gasp against his own butt, and he dragged his paws down to squeeze the rabbit's rump as those pink thighs bent further on their own to hug around his shoulders. After a few more licks, he felt Sam following suit, the rabbit's smaller tongue searching tentatively over Tory's tail hole, and the fox let out a gasp to mirror the bunny's response to feeling such a strange and deviant pleasure for the first time.
Tory knelt to the task with more confidence, now, his worries about the rabbit's taste alleviated. A carnal part of Tory's mind decided that Sam tasted exactly like a little rabbit should: like meat. Sweet and musky but perfectly clean, it made the fox wonder why he'd been so reluctant to give rimming a try in the first place. If what he felt underneath his tail was anything to go by, his boyfriend shared the sentiment, which was a relief. Whatever air the rabbit could get down there had to be full of Tory's scent, but it seemed the Vaporwash had done its job just as well for the fox. He could feel Sam's rapid breaths washing over his inner rump cheeks, the rabbit's muzzle open wide to let him give Tory as thorough a tongue bath as he could.
Sam was the first of them to wriggle the other's tail star open, and Tory let out a surprised yelp when he felt the bunny's tongue worm its way inside his body, only to pull back in the next instant. Sam had heard the fox's yelp and was trying to pull back, but Tory hooked his hind paws beneath the bunny's head to keep him pressed up firmly underneath his tail, and the tongue returned. This time, they pressed into each other at the same time.
The rabbit's innards tasted the same as the outside of his tail hole, only more so. Tory buried his tongue deep, finding the instinctive flexing and pushing of his boyfriend's body around his agile muscle to be fiercely erotic. He could only imagine what it would feel like once the rabbit was squeezing around a different part of Tory's body.
It was hard to say whether it was that thought that caused a spurt of pre to fling out of the fox's erection, or if it was thanks to Sam's tongue finding a spot of blinding pleasure inside the vulpine's body. Moaning under his breath, Tory pulled up with his ankles, cramming the bunny's face against his backside hard enough that he could feel Sam's big teeth pressed against the underside of his tail.
Confident that his boyfriend's entrance was plenty wet enough, the fox pulled back, watching the rabbit's tail star quiver as the room's relatively cool air washed over his soaked tail hole. Then Tory slid one of his hands inward, fingers delving into the bunny's crack and swirling the wet fur around the rim of Sam's bare skin.
Tory traced the glistening creases in that indentation several times over before shifting his knees outward, finally freeing his boyfriend's arms, and he very reluctantly lifted his haunches away from Sam's eager face. The bunny strained to keep his muzzle against the fox's backside, but Tory kept his boyfriend's hips elevated with one arm hooked behind the small of Sam's back, forcing the rabbit's head to stay sunk in the waterbed's covers. He gave Sam a moment to catch his breath before applying a gentle pressure against the center of his lover's tail star, the pad of his finger pressing the bare flesh down and inward. The rabbit was just staring up at his backside, panting, so Tory shifted his finger until his blunt-filed claw was nestled in the heart of the dimpled cross. "You ready, Sam?"
The rabbit's arms finally moved, and a moment later Tory felt fingers curling around the root of his tail while another prodded gently at his own tail hole. "You'd better hope I am," the rabbit said breathlessly, and they both laughed.
"All right. We'll do this together, then." Tory pressed a little harder against the rabbit's pucker, his claw just nudging its way inside and making Sam gasp, while at the same time the fox could feel himself gradually beginning to spread around his boyfriend's furry digit. It wasn't unpleasant at all, just . . . unusual. Together they groaned, fingers slipping up to the first knuckle into each other's bodies. Tory could feel himself trying to push the rabbit's finger out no matter how hard he tried to relax, and felt Sam's insides doing the same to his own index finger, but they both pushed deeper, up to the second knuckle, then the last. Tory's paw was splayed out between his boyfriend's buttocks, and the rabbit's free paw clenched around the root of his tail while Sam let out a muted whimper.
"You okay?" Tory whispered.
"Mmhmm." Sam's finger curled, searching for the spot inside the fox that could make his toes curl, and Tory did the same. Almost at the same time, they gasped as twin sparks of pleasure made their bodies tremble.
They began slowly thrusting their fingers in and out at almost the same time, but Tory could tell that Sam was always an instant behind him in his movements, following the fox's lead now with every last sliding nudge. It actually felt rather good, a firm massage working at muscles he hadn't known he had, and what he was watching in front of his nose looked even better.
Tory let the claw of his middle finger squeeze beside the one he was driving in and out of his boyfriend, waiting for Sam to do the same, and without saying anything they both spread each other around their second digits. This time it earned a whine from Tory, though the groan he heard from beneath him sounded surprisingly pleasured. That was a good sign. Tory himself felt a little uncomfortable, even more so when they both began scissoring their fingers back and forth. It started with a wiggle of just a hairsbreadth apart, gradually working to stretch their inner tunnels wider and wider. Tory might not have found the sensations all that appealing, but the view, on the other hand. . . . With an effort, he held his two fingers apart enough that he could stare between them straight into Sam's body, the rabbit's insides trembling as he struggled to keep his muscles relaxed. That inner tunnel was the same pale pink as the outer flesh, the rippling bands of his sphincter glistening moistly until Tory let his fingers close.
A few more scissors and thrusts, and the fox pulled his fingers back, his dark fur matted down with saliva and Sam's inner moisture. He waited for his boyfriend to do the same, then reluctantly set the bunny's hips down and turned around, unable to resist grinding their packages together for a moment as he laid himself down on top of the rabbit. "Mmm, how're you holding up, Sam?" he asked huskily, lapping at the rabbit's whiskers.
"It's . . . not as bad as I was afraid it'd be," the rabbit confessed. The erection pressing against Tory's own member told the truth of that; the bunny must have been enjoying it even more than the fox had hoped.
"We're doing it right this time," Tory murmured, and his grin returned. "I think we're just about ready now."
His confidence wasn't entirely genuine; Nathan's toy was quite a bit wider than two fingers, and just that much had made him feel strained. It hadn't been painful, though, not exactly. Oh, how much he wanted to just ask Sam to let him take the bunny right then and there; as worked up as the rabbit was, Tory didn't think his boyfriend would refuse. But Tory would regret it later.
With one last slow hump into Sam's midsection, Tory dragged himself forward and crawled to the bed's headboard, plucking the double-ended toy up and walking on his knees back to his boyfriend. The tube connecting the sex toy to the wall extended outward to let him move wherever he wanted to on the bed, and he idly wondered just how long it was. Long enough for their purposes, at least.
Still lying on his back, Sam watched him return with his face upside down against the covers, and Tory leaned close with a predatory smile. Lightly tapping the rabbit's nose with one end of the toy, he lowered himself down to Sam's ear and said in his most convincing, dominant growl, "Assume the position."
The bunny's eyes were wide and far too innocent for what they were about to do together, but he rolled himself slowly to his hand and knees and turned to present his rump to the fox, leaf-shaped tail twitching and trembling.
Tory crawled up to his boyfriend with sex toy in hand and dragged a dark blue tip up and down the sides of the bunny's pink hips, digging shallow trails through the fur and making Sam shiver in anticipation. The fox was too worked up to tease Sam for long, though, and soon dragged the rounded point inward over pink fur to white, slowly pressing it between the bunny's cheeks. With his knees together, the rabbit's buttocks hid his tail star from view, but Tory knew exactly how to angle the toy to nudge it against his boyfriend's bare flesh.
Sam gasped, and the fox let out a chuckle, rubbing over the small of the rabbit's back. "Easy, hon, I haven't even--"
"It's okay," the bunny assured him, looking back over his shoulder. "Just surprised me. It didn't feel wet against my fur."
"Wet?" Tory pulled the toy back, and sure enough, a thin string of pale white slime connected the blue tip to Sam's backside, the bridge disappearing between the bunny's inner cheeks. Tory broke the string with his finger, rubbing it between his finger and thumb pad, and found himself grinning broadly. "I knew it had to be more than a normal dildo with Nathan involved. It dispenses lube on contact!"
Sam let out a relieved sigh. "Ohh, that makes sense, then. I was starting to get worried since there aren't any bottles of lube lying around."
"Must have some sort of heat sensor," the fox went on, curiously tapping the tip with his finger, then squeezing it. No more lube came out. "It knows when it's touching rabbit butt!" Gripping one of Sam's plush cheeks in one paw and prying it gently away from its twin to put his pale tail hole on display, Tory nudged the end of the rubbery phallus against the center of the bunny's dimpled entrance, and sure enough, another dollop of lube dribbled out, enough to drool down and soak the fur over the back of Sam's short taint.
Tory couldn't hold himself back. Leaning close enough for his narrow snout to bump against the fullness of his boyfriend's soft bottom, he slid the toy's tip up and down the center crease of Sam's tail hole, then settled it in the center of the moistened flesh and began pressing forward. A shudder wracked the rabbit's body, his toes flexing beside Tory's legs, and Sam moaned under his breath as the first inch of the double dildo's tip began to wedge inside of him. "T . . . Tory . . . ?"
"Mmhmm?"
"Are you going to . . . you know, um, join me?"
It took a moment for the question to register, the fox was so captivated by watching the blue phallus, shaped so much like his own, penetrate his lover. "Hmm? Oh! Yeah, of course. Just making sure that it's all lined up first."
Tory blushed at the obvious evasion, but Sam didn't call him on it, instead just murmuring a breathless, "Okay."
Now Tory was going to have to turn around. He knew it, he just couldn't quite get his limbs to cooperate, still staring at the bunny's rump as it squeezed and pushed the dildo's tip back out. With a deep breath, the fox began moving, careful to keep the toy nestled up under Sam's tail as he shuffled around to face away from his boyfriend. With butterflies reawakening in his stomach, Tory lifted his tail high and arched his back, settling the opposite end of the toy between his cheeks, and he gasped when a drop of lubricant drizzled over his tail star. It was warmer than he expected, and his blush deepened when he realized it felt like nothing so much as semen.
The fox took a deep breath, his erection softening the slightest bit from an unwanted surge of anxiety. With a determined look back over his shoulder, he steeled his nerves and relaxed his lower body as much as he could. "All right, we'll do this nice and gentle. On three?"
"On three," Sam agreed, sounding just as uncertain, and together, with the rabbit's voice just an instant behind, they chanted, "One . . . two . . . th--"
Tory was vaguely aware of the bunny behind him moaning out the entire number, but "three" didn't make it out of his own muzzle, his breath catching in his throat as they both pressed slowly backward and he felt his tail hole gradually part. The toy was bigger around than two fingers, bigger even than Sam's penis, which was the largest thing he'd ever tried to take, and though it's gradual taper helped it to slide into his body, the stretch was like nothing he'd ever felt before. It was more uncomfortable than painful, and since they were going so slowly he could tolerate it, but the fox was one twitched muscle away from pulling the toy back out.
And it was still going gradually deeper. Tory couldn't make a sound of protest other than a strained wheeze, but Sam was moaning and gasping as if thoroughly enjoying himself. Despite his discomfort, the fox grinned. That was a good sign for later. For now, though, his grin was trying to stop tears from forming in the corners of his eyes. "S . . . Sam. . . ." he managed to grunt.
"Ohhh . . . mmmhmmm?"
"Can we . . . hold still just a minute?" The pressure filling his insides relented, and the dildo stopped burrowing deeper. Tory breathed out a relieved sigh and, lowering his chest to the bed, he let his knees part carefully, setting himself in a wider stance. His insides twitched around the length within him, the toy's built in lube keeping the warm burn from growing into a roaring inferno, and he could feel it plastered against the back of his prostate. He was sure they both must have taken most of their respective halves already, but when he reached back with one paw, his stretched fingers couldn't find the bunny's rump, and he could only reach a few inches past his own hips. Rather than twist enough to look back again, Tory tentatively lowered his tail, and was astonished to feel Sam's backside barely any closer than when they'd started.
The rabbit's voice came out as a mewling whimper. "Tory?"
"Nng. . . . Yeah?"
"Can we start moving again?" The rabbit's hips bobbed up and down of their own accord, making them both gasp sharply.
"Yeah . . . okay. . . ." Under his breath, Tory added worriedly, "Still a long way to go."
They began working their way closer again, and Tory quietly let the rabbit take the initiative, Sam's bottom beginning a submissive rocking forward and back, as if working over a real lover's erection. Tory could feel the dildo squeezing ever deeper into his backside, but it wasn't as bad as he'd feared, nothing like the reckless rutting Sam had given him when he'd tried to let the rabbit mount him. With the broadest part of the toy past his entrance, the rest pushed in without too much discomfort. His member had retreated most of the way back into his sheath, but it really was starting to feel strangely pleasant. Tentatively, Tory began matching his boyfriend's movements, rocking his hips back at the same time as Sam to push the toy deeper. The waterbed made their movements erratic, keeping every thrust and retreat of the dildo slightly unexpected.
"How . . . how are you doing, hon?" the fox asked between pants and trembles.
"This is . . . not as bad as I was expecting," Sam admitted, and as much as he was getting into it, Tory thought that was probably an understatement. He wondered if the rabbit's penis had gone soft, too, but by the smell of it, Sam was as randy as ever. The clean musk of the bunny's arousal was only growing stronger.
The fox grunted in surprise when a smooth, curved swell in the shaft plugging him bumped forward between his cheeks. "Is that . . . ?" He couldn't quite get his fluffy tail to lower again, but he didn't need to; Sam's big feet had been scooting steadily further between Tory's knees, and when the fox looked down and saw how close those fluffy toes were to his face, he realized that their butts must nearly be touching. They'd reached the dildo's twin knots.
Sam only paused to feel the front of that swell for a moment, though, before beginning to rock his body forward and back more needily than ever. Tory could only grit his teeth and brace himself. It felt like a horny wolf was slowly humping him.
A light, rhythmic thumping sound was coming from behind him, much more quickly than the rabbit's rocking hips. Tory looked down past his belly, and found the bunny's thighs parted just enough for him to see a pink hand stroking vigorously at his boyfriend's erection, his plump balls jostling with each down stroke. Not only was Sam still hard as a rock, by the looks of things. . . .
"I'm close!" the rabbit gasped. That was all the warning Tory had before the bunny's entire weight pushed backward harshly, nearly bowling the fox over. With his forearms crossed over the covers, he felt his elbows tap the bed's base boards through the sheets, but barely noticed. With that single push, Sam had stuffed the toy's uninflated knot straight into Tory's backside, making the fox's tail bristle like mad from the sudden stretch. Evidently Sam had taken his knot, too, because the rabbit's butt was now plastered against Tory's, their four soft cheeks nearly flattened against each other, squeezing sphincters so close together Tory swore he could feel his boyfriend's heat against his stretched entrance.
As soon their bottoms kissed, the toy's twin knots began to swell.
Sam gasped and Tory yelped, the round bulb just inside his tail hole bulging wider in slow, thrumming pulses, very accurately imitating a canine tie. The fox went cross-eyed from sensation overload, the swelling synthetic knot forcing his backside to squish even more firmly against the rabbit's padded rear. With a shudder that made Tory's legs tremble, Sam cried out in a high pitched squeak that the fox knew meant his boyfriend had reached his climax. At the same time, the toy reached its orgasm as well.
Tory wasn't expecting the surge of faux semen that splurted into his gut, but he couldn't deny it made the experience all the more erotic. With the way it timed out, he could almost imagine it was Sam himself who was cumming deep inside him, even as their butts twitched and rubbed against each other, unable to properly flex. He doubted that Sam could ever produce so much in one go, however. The warm fluid filled every crevice of his insides, soothing his stretched flesh so well that he wondered if it had a hint of aloe in it. It also kept pumping into him long after Sam's climax tapered off, and the bunny moaned as he was likewise filled.
"Ohh, wow. . . ." Sam moaned, and his sagging body threatened to pull Tory down.
With the tugging at the knot inside him making the fox clench his teeth, he flopped them both onto their sides, yipping as the waterbed's waves jostled the bulbous rod skewering him.
Past his backside, he could hear his boyfriend panting and murring quietly in his afterglow, could feel the rabbit's plush bottom quivering against his own. "So . . . erm . . . not too bad, huh?" Tory asked, able to keep most of the strain out of his voice. He still hadn't gotten used to the girth filling him, or the liquid heat that made him feel like he'd just chugged a giant mug of coffee. That fake orgasm had been hot! He thought he could still feel more slowly leaking into him.
"You didn't tell me it would be like that," Sam whispered in a rush, still catching his breath.
Tory chuckled despite his mild discomfort. "I didn't know it would be like that." Gingerly, he stretched his legs back, swiveling his hips slightly with a groan and threading his legs past the rabbit's one leg sliding underneath Sam while the other squeezed between the bunny's thighs. Sam stretched out, too, as much as he could with their skewered bottoms locked so close together, and Tory hugged his boyfriend's calf to his chest, nuzzling into the sole of the rabbit's big, pink foot paw. "So . . . did this help you get over your fear of being mounted?"
"Ohh yeah." The fox could feel Sam's round cheeks flex against his own as the rabbit squeezed around the shaft inside him.
"Glad to hear it." Tory's sheath twitched, rubbing lightly against the rabbit's thigh with only his tip exposed. "Because as soon as these knots go down, I'm gonna make sure you never get afraid of it again." The fox grinned, and couldn't help grinding his reemerging member through the fur under Sam's thick leg. It hadn't happened quite the way he'd imagined, but the rabbit's concerns were undeniably smoothed over, now.
He wasn't going to let the bunny sleep for a week.