Daily Mischief - Taur after Party
#5 of Daily Mischief
Daily mischief - Taur after party
By Jack the hungry hungry wolverine
Bentley was already in a drunken stupor as he wobbled into his bed room. The fox taur was large and his rear got caught in the door frame. With a grunt and a pull he managed to force himself into the too small room for the large Taur. His fur was orange with white markings. His hands and all four set of paws had black gloves too them.
It was in the middle of the night, past midnight but Bentley was too out of it to really think about the time. He ended up just crawling up onto his large mattress. Bentley turned to one side, then to the other and finally ended up rolling onto his back, showing off his large stomach and all four legs were splayed open. He scratched down at his stomach with one of his legs, looking around the room.
There were dorky old school action figures set up. A large computer with twin screens took up most of the desk. There were transformers on the other wall. Some still in their original casing. The closet didn't have doors and held the dresser and laundry. Several smaller pair of cloths had been piled into the laundry bin next to the dresser. And Bentley saw pants sticking out of the top of the bin.
He chuckled to himself. "Woopsie," he mumbled with a slurr. He rocked from one side and the other, like a turned over turtle, trying to get back up. "Wrong room." He hiccuped and giggled a bit, relaxing back down.
Bentley's roommate was studying late at the library and wouldn't be home until morning. Or at least the fox was sure that was the case, until he heard the front door open and close.
Bentley ears stood up as he listen to his roomie rummage around, grabbing a few bags of chips most likely and some of the left over drinks, before the door creaked open.
Arnold was a normal sized, two legged rabbit. Snow white with dusty brown paws and on the end of his snout. Bentley loved to make fun of the rabbit, that he was a brown noser.
"Dude, come on." Arnold said easily spying the oversized fox on the smaller bed. "I'm exhausted. I just wanna go to bed."
"Use," and Bentley hiccuped. "Mine." And he pointed in some random direction his room defiantly wasn't in.
"You're bed is all... funky." Arnold complained loudly, bag of chips in hand and a half empty six pack in the other.
"Fine." And Bentley patted his stomach. "Climb on."
Arnold looked at the fox, with open paws, accepting him. The fox's long lower torso was as big as the bed was. He was a huge fox, even for a taur. Arnold had been worried about rooming with a taur, let alone a carnivore one at that! Over the days they had been roommates, Arnold locking his door at night, the rabbit found the fox to be just as nerdy and gentle as he himself was. To the point Arnold didn't feel the need to lock his bedroom door.
Even though he had become comfortable, even calling Bentley a friend, Arnold didn't want to just hang out (or in this case on) the fox.
"What?" Bentley smiled, his eyes glazed over a bit from his drinking during the night. "Better on. Than in." And the fox giggled at this. It made his fat belly jiggle. And Arnold found himself feeling aroused by the sight of it.
Arnold secretly didn't want to hang out with the fox because he himself was attracted too him. Those big set of four paws. His huge belly. And the fact Bentley was astonishingly friendly with him. To the point, as many taurs did, not even wearing pants or underwear.
And Bentley's huge junk was already hanging down over his black tail hole; the large sack swaying as Bentley giggled some more, patting his belly.
"Not sure if it'd be comfortable." Arnold said trying not to stare at the fat fox taur on his bed. Well. To call him fat would be rude. Bentley was overweight but it was mostly in his belly, a single big beer belly that jiggled and swayed with his movements and laughter. Almost like santa claus. Just a big bowl of jelly.
"Only one way to find out." Bentley just smiled at his friend, opening up his legs a bit. "Get as comfortable as you want." And Bentley head swayed side to side as he looked at the three rabbits in front of him.
"O-oh k," Arnold swallowed loudly trying not to show the pink under the white fur on his cheeks and in his flopping ears. Ears he had tied up so they'd rest down his head like a ponytail.
Arnold moved slowly, placing one hand on the side of Bentley's big belly. He could feel the heat from it. It was squishy and his hand slightly indented the side of it as he pushed down against it to support his weight.
The rabbit took his shirt off before taking another step up onto the very edge of the bed poking out from under the fox. Arnold placed two hands on the belly and slowly crawled up on it. He stopped as the whole belly gurgled loudly. Bentley giggled a bit at that, his long poofy tail swaying a bit now.
"Sorry." Bentley apologized. "Been a while since I ate."
Arnold did blush at that. Seeing as how he was already here though, the rabbit hopped up onto the belly, laying down over it. Arnold's face almost didn't touch the fox's lower chest, between his front legs; though Arnold didn't lay out fully. The belly rocked to one side, then the other feeling as if he were on a boat. It gurgled once more, growling a bit before settling down.
"See. Comfy." Bentley smiled down at him. Petting Arnold's back with one of his hind paws.
Arnold couldn't argue with that. "W-would it be more comfortable in?" The rabbit voiced his thoughts aloud.
Bentley's ears lifted up at that and the fox looked down at him. The fox was the one to feel embrassed now. But he grinned and giggled a bit more; it made his belly shake.
"Well, there is only one way to find out." Bentley offered still looking down at his smaller friend. Bentley was drooling a bit now, staring down at the rabbit.
Arnold looked away at that. "W-well I was thinking," Arnold began slowly. "I rather not be eaten."
"Oh?" Bentley sounded disappointed, his belly grumbling in protest.
"I was thinking..." Arnold looked down between the bottom set of the fox's legs. "I am a brown nose." Arnold offered looking up at the fox now.
Bentley eyes widened before a massive grin spread on the fox's face. "So long as you get in my belly one way or another." And he giggled some more, scooting and pulling himself up the bed.
The motion caused Arnold to slide down a bit, almost between the fox's bottom set of legs now.
Arnold carefully avoided the plump sheath and got off the fox, standing in front of his tail now. The heavy sack rested over the entrance and Arnold had to lift one of the twin orbs up and out of the way to get a better view of the fox's black pucker.
Arnold was hot in the face and all over. And it only seemed reasonable now to get out of his pants and underwear, leaving everything where they fell.
"D-do you mind if I bring something to eat?" And Arnold held up the bag of chips.
This made Bentley laugh loudly. "Bring your DS for all I care." Arnold thought that might not be a bad idea but decided just to grab a beer instead. Another time, he kept telling himself. Another time.
And so he crouched down, petting the side of that black pucker. It was warm, velvet soft to the touch and had slight creases in the side of it. Arnold teased the entrance with a finger, making the fox groan a bit.
"No f-fair." Bentley whined. "I can't tease you!" Bentley said, talking about how he loved to just sit on the rabbit when he was on the couch or chair or even when he was on the floor. It was one reason why this very thought and idea had come to Arnold's mind. Having, before, been afraid to accidentally just slipping right inside.
Arnold smiled at that, the fact the prey could make the predator beg. Then again, it was the rabbit who was willingly climbing into the fox.
Arnold pushed with one hand but the tail hole tightened in resistance. So Arnold thought of something else and quickly ran over to his drawer. He pulled out a bottle of lube and headed back over.
Rubbed the thick globs of lube on the tail hole was only the first step. Arnold soon began rubbing the lube into his very own fur! Covering himself the best he could in the stuff. It had been a thought Arnold had for some time now. He wanted to act on it. Do it! Before Bentley could refuse or be of proper mind.
Arnold didn't think of the consequences. He didn't care! Not at that moment as horny as he felt.
And so without further delay, Arnold pushed a hind paw (the strongest part of his body) and forced it into the fox. Bentley whined at that, a whine that turned into a moan quickly enough. Bentley had played around with dildo's long enough. Just not a living one! And Arnold was making this interesting.
Wiggling his toes inside of him, pushing his weight down on that paw lodged in his rear. And then climbing up between his legs and using Bentley's own legs! To hold himself up as Arnold slid another leg, burying it deep within the confines of the fox's rear. It was so warm! And slick! The very walls were pulsing with heat and it made Arnold murr loudly to himself as he slid all the way down until that stretched ring of black flesh was wrapped around the rabbits waist. It clenched tightly, that flesh, around him.
It made the two groan, loudly.
Bentley clenched tightly once more, holding it before relaxing and then without even really knowing how felt his body convulsion. Contraction and pulling the rabbit further inside him! His hungry belly wanting to eat that rabbit one way or another it seemed!
Arnold just went along with the ride, feeling those tight muscles pulling him ever further inside the fox's rear. That warmth enveloped his body in a thick musky heat that clung to his white fur. All the way up to just under Arnold's arms.
The rabbit was breathing quickly now, feeling the heat made him sweat. If he wanted too, Arnold could stay like this actually. Use his armpits and elbows from stopping going any further. But that rabbit wanted in the fox hole. And so he lifted his arms up, relaxing his own body until the hungry predator continued to "gulp" him down.
All the way up to his finger tips until finally that tail hole clenched tightly shut and sucked those fingers in.
Bentley pet over the bulge in his lower belly, feeling that extra weight. It felt good. The way it moved and rocked around, squirming inside of him and rubbing against his prostate. Bentley wasn't ashamed to say how aroused that made him. Feeling that living body, that rabbit dildo! Inside of him. And in that state of mind, with a smile, the fox finally went to sleep.
Arnold struggled at first as the walls clenched and pulled at him, squeezing him all over. The heat was nearly overpowering and the musk alone made him light headed. The sound of the gurgling belly was loud now, pounding in his ears. This whole world of living flesh squished and squealshed, making all kinds of bodily sounds that filled his head. And there was a gentle rocking motion, as if now Arnold was inside the boat. It swayed him back and forth, rocking him to sleep.
(More stuff because I can)....
Bernard was at the party, he was a big four legged horse-taur. A centaur. He hung out with Bentley all the time. The horse was a bit of a clutz though. And forgetful, let alone when he was hammered. The horse was easily Seven feet, at his shoulders! Just a very large guy.
The Clydesdale horse was friendly though. A great warm, caring guy. And that was why when he stopped back in the apartment, forgetting his keys (again), when he heard the two groaning loudly. Bernard did the noble thing, and went in to check on the two.
He only found the fox-taur though. Snoozing away on his back, belly up in the air and all four legs open wide for the world to see.
Bernard was one other thing though. He was a horny bastard. And seeing the fox drunk, naked and so open; Bernard found himself already dripping! And there was a large stain on the front of his shorts, shorts that could barely contain his horse hood! He was hung like...well himself! And he put most other horses to shame.
Bernard knew Bentley well enough and the two had fooled around more than once, the fox's big tail hole the perfect thing for Bernard's girth.
A flaccid, fatty member hung between Bernard's far back legs. The horse kicked his pants off to the side and got into position. Bernard didn't question why Bentley had lubed his own tail hole and figured maybe the fox was actually looking forward to this! The centaur just got up on Bentley, using his front legs to support himself and hands to hold the ceiling for support. And so Bernard placed his ever thickening, lengthening and hardening member against the opening. And with a push, shoved the head inside.
Arnold was barely aware that something had hit him on the head at this point. He looked up but everything was too dark to see.
Bernard humped against, forcing several inches of himself in.
Arnold was startled as the horse cock head slapped him in the face. He could taste Bernard pre, that continued to leak from the end of it. Globs of it. It lubed the rabbit even further. Arnold tried to say something, call out but got a mouth full of horse head in reply.
The fox groaned even louder now, blackout as he was even. Bernard whinnied a bit, as not only was he fucking a tight tail hole but someone was apparently giving him head at the same time! Arnold pushed against the head with his tongue but that only spurred the horse on! Arnold couldn't even get the full thing into his muzzle.
Bernard gave a grunt, grounded his hooves on the ground, held onto the far back two of the fox's legs. And humped once more. The horse slid half his member up and over the rabbit, pushing Arnold roughly against the side wall of the fox's rectum. And it didn't stop there.
Arnold ended up holding onto Bernard, unsure as to why, and went along for the ride as Bernard picked up his speed. Now just fucking Bentley. The fox was smiling happily the whole time as Arnold struggled inside of him and Bernard fucked him silly.
It didn't last long. To Arnold, it felt like it lasted all night on the other hand.
Just as Bernard was finishing Arnold found himself in front of that hefty cock, the biggest he had ever seen in his life! And just in time to take a full face full, a full mouth full of the horse's thick splooge.
The thing was? Bernard liked to keep humping while he came. And he did just that! Right against Arnold's face and body, covering the rabbit in his juices.
And the next hump pushed Arnold's head right into Bernard's slit! The rabbit struggled but didn't even have enough time to comprehend what had happened! Not before Bernard pushed against him even further now, unsure what that was but loving every damn second of it.
Arnold slid further inside of Bernard's fatty member, making the underside bulge with his body. Bernard, if he had been paying any attention, could actually trace the rabbits body in the length of his cock as Arnold was swallowed by it. While still being gorged, stuffed with Bernard's cum!
More and more of the substance hit Arnold in the face and around his body that was already halfway into the monstrous cock. Arnold ended up drinking down so much of the release, his own belly was big now. Arnold tried to gasp, to plead, to beg the horse to stop but Bernard couldn't hear anything over his own pleasurable moans.
Soon enough there was a tight pressure at the base of his cock. Bernard ground his teeth, gritting and with one final humping, swallowed the whole rabbit's body. Right into his sack.
Arnold felt a very different kind of rocking motion as Bernard's sack hung even lower than it normally did; swaying back and forth between his far back legs as the large dark brown horse panted heavily from the exhilarating feel of it.
It was because of that feel that Bernard, drunk as he was as well, didn't question any of this. He just climbed off Bentley and headed out. Carrying with him for the rest of the night a very confused, happy white. Rabbit.