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>be anon

>Fairly well adjusted dude, don't have a lot of enemies but you don't have many friends either.

>Could it be because you're ugly and have terrible social skills?

>Perhaps. Then again it was really only the latter, but you didn't know that. Years of stupidity and boyish play and games had sort of dulled your ability to tell if women were or not attracted to you.

>Little did you know in fact,quite a few had thought of you at night.

>What with your firm body and trained muscles.

>Did you mention you worked out regularly?

>But you never really mentioned it and the dudes and 'thros always gave you weird looks in PE. Sure you could lift weights, maybe even throw a serious punch-- but you sucked ass at sports.

>Most girls were into winner jocks anyhow, the bad boys.

>You were jacked but you were just a gentle soul.

>At least Harley didn't judge. He knew you best, since you two were all but rug rats.

>You'd been together in your little town up in rural Montana all your life.

>Might as well have been brothers, in fact.

>He was... a bit odd, so to speak.

>No, he wasn't a freak, you'd beaten people who had tried to bully him and called him that, in fact.

>He was just a little different.

>It never bothered you of course, you'd been together far too long for that to change your relationship with the flop-eared bunny.

>He'd come out to you a little bit after you two had entered puberty. First chin hairs and a creaky voice and all that.

>He'd just gotten a bit taller and... curvier.

>Anyways, he'd told you he was gay then and didn't feel attraction towards girls

>He looked like he was about to cry then. You also didn't know how to handle it much, but he was your friend and you'd been through a lot of things together. you weren't gonna let something like that get in the way of your friendship.

>You hugged him and told him that no matter what you two would always stick together.

>Of course, his sky-blue eyes had shone bright.

>He almost tried to kiss you but you'd managed to push him off.

>You told him you didn't swing that way, but apparently he didn't buy it.

>"Youuu liiike meee~"

>"I do not! I'm not gay, shut up!"

>"But you're blushing all over! Stop lying!"

>Had you been blushing back then? It didn't matter, guess some part of you might've felt the same for him. But you were too stubborn to reciprocate or even admit that.

>Snap back to today and... it's just another day in your senior year of highschool.

>It was loud. Your back ached. You feet hurt. Didn't get a lot of sleep (maybe you should cut back on watching youtube series and playing games a little).

>Was the sun always this bright on your eyes? You swear you hated that white ball of fusion fury at the center of the solar system sometimes. It could be really annoying.

>You dragged your feet on over and groaned as you got on closer to your locker to get your things.

>Then... Slap!

>"AH FUCK! WHAT THE SHIT?!" You snapped your head back to look over your shoulder at just who had powersmacked the hell out of your

s t e e l y g l u t e s.

>"Mornin'!" That tease of a bunny beamed back at you with an innocent smile that showed off a pair of cute buck teeth that pushed down his pouty full lips.

>"Don't... do that, please, my ass already hurts enough from last night's routine!" You drew a hand back to rub at your sore ass muscles, wincing.

>"Do you want me to kiss it and make it feel better?" He said, now giving you a decidedly teasing grin as he looked up at you, puckering those glossy, girlish lips at you.

>You rolled your eyes at him and pushed his face away. You felt your cheeks turn a little warm but you weren't about to let him see you like that. It was just embarrassing, that's all, you didn't actually like the flirty gay bunny.

>At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

>"My god, you're such a killjoy! I just wanted a mornin' kiss!"

>"Sure seems like it, Harley. Did you put lipgloss on?"

>"Yes! Does it look good on me? It's strawberry flavored. You can have a taste if you want. Muh!" He pushed his face up again at you, closing his eyes and puckering up yet again as he stood on the tips of his thumpers, humming as he waited on you to lean down and kiss him.

>A couple slow seconds went by were you felt almost drawn and tempted to put your strong arms around his flared wide hips and pull him up against you, but...

>"Hey Jack! Your girlfriend giving you trouble again?" Jeered a couple of jocks from across the hall, another human and a stallion, giving you smug smirks.

>You just have the two dickheads the middle finger, while gently pushing Harley away from you. You didn't say anything, you know it bothered your best friend that people would pick on you for constantly hanging out with him, which is why you put up with his teasing. After all, you didn't want him to feel rejected or anything.

>And well, maybe you enjoyed his attention a little bit.

>Then again you could never tell when he was being serious or not.

>The jocks blew a raspberry at you and walked off, laughing and telling jokes to each other.

>You rolled your eyes again, and looked back at the bunny.

>Harley was nudging his thumpers against each other and slouching, looking a little bit ashamed. Upset, even.

>"Don't worry about it, I sure don't." You tried to reassure him, putting your hands on his small shoulders.

>"I don't... I just wish you would..." He huffed. "Nevermind."

>"What?"

>"I said nevermind, dumbass." Harley responded, his tone a little harsher. "Let's just go to class."

>"What's wrong?"

>"It's nothing, I was just messing with you." He gave you a devilish grin, but somehow you knew he'd been hurt.

>"Would you feel better if we hung out at your house later after class?"

>He perked up, his floppy ears and his nose twitching, eyes twinkling.

>"I told you I'm not mad, but sure! No taking it back now!"

>He grinned and pounced on you again, drawing his dainty arms around your back. He couldn't possibly wrap them all around you, not even meet his own fingertips in his embrace...

>"Wow, really been hitting the gym, huh? You're a /big guy/." He narrowed his big blue eyes, almost bedroom-like, smiling lewdly. You couldn't get yours' off his cute, effeminate face. He was so damn cute!

>"For you."

>"Oh shut up, dumbass." He snorted, pushing you away with surprising force for someone so small as he rolled his eyes.

>"Oh come on, you set yourself up for that one!"

>"Shut uuuup~!"

>He skip-hopped away happily, his poofy bunny tail wiggling enticingly with his wide hips and big, shapely ass swaying with each skip, only accentuated by those short-shorts he wore, his narrow waist and flat tummy all but shown off by his loose pink croptop.

>Every day his clothes got more and more girly.

>Was he showing himself off at you?

>Harley looked over his narrow shoulder at you with a teasing smile, winking at you.

>That gay bunny...

>Class went over pretty quick.

>You had to deal with Harley's usual antics.

>Both the girls and boys of the class teased you two endlessly, making playful comments about both of you.

>Harley only seemed to revel in the attention.

>Did you say he felt bad for people teasing you?

>Cause he certainly didn't show it. In fact it kind of felt like he was marking you.

>He'd always sit next to you, which you didn't mind, you'd talk and mess around, sometimes he'd lean on your shoulder and wrap his arms around yours but today he was particularly assertive.

>Was he emboldened by what those two jocks had said?

>He even climbed onto your lap today, sitting on your legs.

>It all seemed crazy but somehow it didn't even bother you. You just smiled a little and went along with it.

>You won't deny his constant teasing didn't make you blush and smile.

>Actually made your heart skip more than a few times.

>Did you like him?

>Well, sure as a friend.

>No, for real.

>Okay maybe you were a little gay for Harley.

>The teacher had gone out to pick up some handouts for class, and Harley was getting comfy on your lap, leaning back on your chest and shifting his ass and hips on your cock like he was trying to get a good position on his seat. Which was you.

>He did so quietly, but he was obviously trying to work you up. He looked up at you through his wild white bangs with a rather innocent look on his face, his hands clasped together atop of the desk.

>"H-hey, Harley..." You whispered down at him, the class was seemingly busy with their phones, talking to each other. Their attention had shifted elsewhere.

>"What's up big guy?" He smiled a bit, pushing back a bit more against your crotch and torso, making sure to cradle himself in your body.

>"Er, your ass, it's--".

>"It's what? You're not getting hard from this, are you? I thought you weren't /gay/, Jackie." He smirked, teasing you as he started to gyrate his hips, whispering sweetly as he looked up at you.

>Aaand he was using that nickname the jocks in PE gave you. Honestly it was pretty unimaginative and dull. Jack. Cause you were jacked, built.

>But it stuck, cause that group of popular kids kept calling you that.

>It sort of stopped being pejorative after a while though, and everyone called you Jack or Jackie.

>"Not you too!" You pleaded. "Okay come on, stop, the teacher's gonna get back soon..."

>"I'm just getting comfy on my seat, /Jack/, nothing wrong with thaaat~" He smirked bringing up a furred paw up to his long hair and twirling those white locks in his fingers.

>"But you're not denying it feels good. It does, doesn't it, Jackie?"

>You grunted, closing your eyes as you felt your tumescent manhood grow a little larger, a little harder...

>Then the door to the homeroom slammed open, the teacher announcing his arrival and pushing through with a stack of papers that reached up to his face on his arms.

>Harley quickly hopped off your lap and sat back besides you, giggling and wrapping his arms around your fit arm again, whispering.

>"You got lucky, huh?"

>"Mr. Couture! Mr. Musse! Please leave your... amorous adventures for another time, please. I realize this is a free and civilized country, but it's class time now." The teacher called out, before turning around and starting to write on the chalkboard.

>A murmur of giggles ran across the class, many of the people giving you both knowing looks. It wasn't judging,but they definitely had fun poking at you two. It seemed like they were almost rooting for Harley.

>You groaned and sunk into your seat. Damn it.

>But you couldn't help but feel a little bit happy, a fluttering in your heart. Maybe it was alright to feel like this after all.

>Harley gave you a smug smile.

>Eventually the school bell rings and you know it's time to head out.

>You walk back to Harley's place together, joking and talking along the way.

>When you got to the front door, Harley stepped up and rang the doorbell, clasping his hands together behind his butt and looking over his shoulder at you as you waited for his dad or mom to show up.

>A few seconds later, as it turns out, it was his mom who answered the door.

>Mrs. Couture was around fourty, about 4"8' tall but quite shapely. Harley had definitely gotten his looks from her. She didn't have much in the breasts department but the motherly lady was stacked down below. She has the same creamy white fur color and same big floppy ears, though her eyes were a bright green. You assume that, had she the same age as her son they'd be practically twins. Seems he got his eyes from his dad thought.

>You remember to blink, coughing as he stepped up and waved at her.

>"Oh it's you two boys! I'd have thought you would've been out again! Come in, come in!-- My word Anon, you keep getting bigger! /Rawr/! You must get all the ladies at school hm? Maybe you could take Harley out to the gym sometime, he really needs it, honey!"

>"Mom!"

>"I was just teasing darling-- And Harley, don't leave your things on the couch again, bring them over to your room, young man!"

>"Yeees mooom. Ugh. I'm going upstairs with 'Non." He looked over at you, his nose twitching somewhat. "Come on /Jack/, we've a backlog of games to get through!"

>You simply grin and hug Mrs. Couture before following after Harley.

>"Hi Mrs. Couture, it's nice to see you too! I'll come around to help with the yardwork later during the weekend too thistime, okay! Thank you!"

>"Okay, you boys play nice now! And don't make a ruckus, okay Harley? You know dad doesn't like it when you're making too much noise!"

>"Yesyes, come on 'Non, hurry up before she makes us take out the trash!"

>When you enter his bedroom you're met with a mess: bed undone with the covers and sheets all over, a trash can full of crumpled tissue papers and some empty dorito bags, a few bottles of carrot juice lying around and clothes /everywhere/.

>There were even a few magazines strewn about, which you couldn't quite make out but it looked like those aimed at teenage girls for how to do make up and dress trendy and all that.

>You expected nothing less, but honestly, your room was just as bad.

>You both got to cleaning up the place so you could set up Harley's Xbone and boot up a couple games.

>You made a point to hold up a few pieces of underwear at him, smirking smugly.

>"So you're a panties guy, huh?" You called out with a shit-eating grin.

>"Y-yeah! Got a problem with that?"

>"Guess not."

>"They're comfortable, maybe I can lend you a pair of mine if you want!" He joked, smiling.

>"Sorry I'm more of a boxers kind of dude. Besides, what would I even /do/ with panties?"

>"Probably use'em to jerk off since you can't get a real girl's, /queer/." He teased again, reaching down to grab a pair of panties from the ground and throw them at you, landing squarely on your face.

>"Ew, fuck!" That sort of took you by surprise and you scrambled to get them off your face but you couldn't help but smell a whiff of his male scent from the used pair. It wasn't offensive and strong but it was still there. He'd used them after all.

>You quickly threw them towards the laundry basket, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

>That scent... It got you a little hot, but you weren't about to show it.

>Harley was laughing his bunny ass off though, sitting on the bed.

>"Yeah, laugh it up, gayboy, I'll beat your ass in Dark Souls."

>"Ooh, Jackie's mad! Why don't you come over here and beat my ass right now, huh? Scared?"

>"Well I-- You're cruisin' for a bruisin', Harley!" You slammed your fist against your palm, making those knuckles crack menacingly.

>" I'm /soooooo/ scared~"

>"I'm gonna beat your ass 'til candy comes out."

>He laid back on the bed and rolled over to show off his perfect, bubbly round ass, his cottontail twitching a hundred times a second as he looked over behind him at you swaying those hypnotic hips.

>"You're gonna beat /my/ cute butt up? Bet." He teased.

>You rolled your eyes at him shaking your head and moving over towards him as you raised your hand, and then delivered a hard smack across his tush that made his ass quake and made him squeal in a high-pitched girly voice, his thumpers flailing and immediately recoiling in the bed.

>His reaction was just too funny, you couldn't help but laugh, holding your sides.

>He pouted, grumbling as he rubbed and massaged his reddening ass over his daisy dukes.

>"I didn't think you'd actually do it, jackass!"

>"You said /bet/."

>"I know what I said! Gosh! And you didn't have to do it so hard, you know!" He complained as he turned around, sitting back up on the bed.

>"Okay, okay, I'm sorry, I'll be gentler next time."

>"Next time~?" He immediately picked up, grinning and showing off that cute buckteeth at you, his nose twitching mischievously. "You're gonna slap my ass again, big boy?"

>You rolled your eyes at him again, picking up a controller and sitting down next to him.

>"I'm taking that as a yes." He stuck his tongue out at you and scooted closer, his thick, soft thighs pressing up against yours.

>"I--"

>Just as you began to speak, Mrs. Couture bursted through the door with a tray bearing carrot cake slices, a couple of glasses and a pitcher full of carrot juice with ice cubes it it, grinning.

>"Mom!" He complained, looking a bit exasperated.

>"Oh shush Harley, I just wanted to bring you boys some refreshments! It's been a while since I saw Nonny again!"

>"It's only been like a month, Mom, now get out, we're playing games!"

>"Okay okay! Sheesh! You're just like your father sometimes!"

>The sweet old bunny lady soon made her way out the bedroom, leaving you alone with Harley again, closing the door, but not before giving you a subtle, quiet wink as she did so.

>You didn't know how to take that but somehow you knew she'd just given you the 'OK' sign for whatever.

>Okay. A little bit weird. Did she think you were gay too? Then again...

>Harley prodded your face, pushing his dainty little finger against your head.

>"Uhh, Earth to 'Non? Were you checking out my /mom/?!" He asked, sounding both jealous and hurt.

>"What? No!"

>"Oh my god, you're /such/ a perv." He said, folding his arms and frowning cutely.

>"I'm not! And holy-- Look who's talking, mr.-slap-my-ass-again!"

>"I was just kidding Jack, no need to get so defensive."

>You huffed and reached over to him, wrapping your bunny friend in a headlock and rubbing your knuckles against his head quickly.

>"Ow! Okay, okay! Stop, I get it, I was kidding!" He yells, trying to squirm out of your firm grasp.

>"My hair!" He complained, running his hands over his hairdo, smoothing it down.

>"Are we gonna play games or not?"

>"Yes, alright-- get Battlefront on, I'm gonna get back at you so hard!" He said, punching your shoulder weakly before picking up a controller.

>You said nothing back, simply booting up the game and sitting back next to him as you two got ready to play again.

>"This is the part where you lie down and bleed to death! He announced, working himself up for the game.

>"I bet I'll kick your ass again just like before."

>"Oh? A bet? Fine! You're on! Loser's gotta do whatever the winner says."

>"Deal, if I win you gotta do my homework for a month."

>"Hee hee! Alright dumbass!"

>A few matches later and he was all but gloating over how good he was at the game, a shit-eating grin and his pronounced buckteeth constantly in your face with each kill he got on you.

>Frankly it was a little frustrating but you didn't spend as much time playing games as he did anymore, mostly because you were either hanging out with him or lifting weights. Either way, you just dealt with it-- It made him happy.

>Ding! Another kill for him. The match was over, you lost.

>Maybe you should've thought that bet through, first. What the hell was he gonna make you do?

>Harley looked up at you with a devilish grin, slowly setting the controller aside, then reaching over towards you, almost crawling over the bed.

>You unconsciously leaned back, and he took the controller away from your hand, putting it aside.

>"Now you've got to do /whatever/ I say." He smiled, his eyes narrowing and his croptop shirt's collar sliding down his shoulder, his daisy dukes riding over his thighs and bulge. The look of him crawling over you with his shapely, girly form...

>Your mouth opened to say something, but words wouldn't come out. Your heart raced and your chest rose and fell with each quick expectant breath, nervous.

>"Jackie..." He breathed out, wanting. His lips seemed so full and soft, the gentle fragrance of strawberries and his natural soft scent reminiscent of peach buds in spring..

>"...H-Harley..?" Your heart was thumping now, you could hear it in your ears, each beat stronger than the last, harder than when you were pulling off one rep maxes.

>"... Kiss me." He finally said.

>"...What? Harley I can't--"

>"Kiss me, idiot! I want you to kiss me! Hold me! Don't make me say it again! I won! You have to do as I say!"

>His slender body was shaking with anxiousness and fear, his arms at your sides, stiff, bunching up the covers in his hands as he looked up at you with so much emotion in his heart, tears welling up in his beautiful ice blue eyes.

>He crawled yet a bit closer, nearer to you, his arms now wrapping around your sides.

>".. Please... Just this once... Kiss me. I won't... I won't ever ask again. I'll even stop bothering you at school! I'll tell everyone we're not a thing! Just... Please... Kiss me..." He couldn't continue, the tears streaming down his cheeks and onto your navel.

>It was just like when he'd revealed his sexuality to you.

>He bared his soul. Confided on you. You'd already rejected him then once, even if you accepted the rest of him.

>But he'd always carried that with him.

>That bunny which had always been by your side...

>You thought about how life would be if he wasn't there next to you.

>How you two had always stuck together since then.

>Something stirred in your heart.

>You felt the need to embrace him. Not just to calm him down. It pained you to see him like this. Like a knife through your heart.

>You lied to him and yourself once before, in this same room. You didn't have the courage to face your feelings like he did back then.

>But if you don't work up the courage this time, you'd lose him forever.

>You couldn't stomach the thought of seeing Harley with someone else.

>Harley closed his eyes, whimpering and bringing up a hand to wipe the tears away, slowly pushing himself from you.

>"H-hahah. I- I was just kidding, 'Non. Gotcha again h-huh?" He sniffed, looking up at you with a forced, crooked bucktoothed smile.

>No, no you wouldn't let him go.

>You wrapped your arms around his back and roughly pulled him against your broad chest, a hand behind his head holding him steady as you leaned in and tilted your head, locking your lips with his's.

>He let out a high-pitched squeak that was quickly silenced, his eyes wide open as he tried to process what was happening.

>You couldn't quite tell what was happening either, but you remember one thing.

>His lips, they did have a gentle taste of strawberries.

>Whimpers turned into moans, pushing became pulling, and soon Harley all but melted in your embrace, his slender arms weakly wrapping around your sides as he worked up the strength to meet your forceful love.

>He wasn't crying anymore-- not of sadness and pain anyhow. Those were tears of joy. He smiled as he kissed you back, even if his buck teeth made it a little awkward.

>His pink lips were exceedingly soft and plump, more so than you could've possibly imagined.

>You were both inexperienced but more than made up for it with eager enthusiasm.

>Harley's small round tongue prodded at your own lips, seeking to push past them, and you allowed it.

>His tongue ran over yours, lapping and wrapping it as his lips remained locked with yours.

>His smooth flat chest rose and fell quickly, pressed against your own built one. You could feel his quick heartbeat, thrumming against your own.

>His arms roamed across your back and sides, gripping you tightly with his paws and even digging his short blunt claws into your skin.

>The both of you could hardly breathe as you remained glued to each other.

>Harley's body was so small, you were afraid you'd crush him... But he had no such worries.

>He slid up your lap towards your hips, his plush, white-furred legs and thumpers wrapping around your waist, locking you further into his loving embrace.

>He didn't want to let go, and neither did you.

>But you both needed to come up for oxygen eventually, and when you pulled away, breathing raggedly, he instantly pushed forward onto your chest and neck, nuzzling his short snout again them and peppering your skin with his twitching pink nose.

>"Mnh-nnhah! Jack! Jah-hack! Gosh! I'm so happy, I love you! I love you so much! Jackie I love you!" He repeated, over and over in between nuzzling kisses and hickeys that peppered your skin.

>Neither of you could quite truly believe what was happening yet. It seemed dream-like.

>"H-Harley ... Ouh.." Each of his kisses left behind an electrifying feeling on your skin, making you shiver with pleasure. Soon he had pushed you down on your back, and he was trying to pull your shirt off over your head.

>"T-take it off-- Take it OFF Jack! I need to feel you right /now/! I have to feel your skin on mine-- I need it"

>His mouth hung open, a clear spit beginning to drool over one corner of his mouth before he licked his lips again.

>You were hardly in a state to resist, and off your first piece of clothing went.

>It didn't help he was eagerly running up his modest bulge against yours, at least over your pants and his daisy dukes. You were both pitching tents already, and they were growing fast.

>He breathed needily as your shirt was flung off, his eyes tracing every muscle and bit of your body revealed to him.

>You'd caught him staring at you more than once in the locker room when you were changing-- You'd even seen him bite his lips once or twice.

>But now he wasn't just looking at it-- he was touching it, kissing it, loving it.

>A perverted thought ran through Harley's mind and he was soon leaning over you again and humping your crotch as he opened his maw and let his cute tongue lap you up all the way from your navel to your collarbone, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind as he all but indulged himself in a fantasy all of his own, whimpering and moaning.

>"Anoooon~ Gosh, you're /so/ hot! I've /always/ wanted to do this to you!"

>In all this he wasn't the only active partner, you too had to keep up.

>And if there was anything that needed an equal amount of attention on this bunny, it was definitely his ass.

>It was big. Enough for your hands to sink into and not be able to grasp each globe with one hand only.

>You handled and massaged his soft, delectable rear, his wide hips squirming under your grasp as you played around with those firm, desirable mounds.

>He was putty under your hands, arching his back and raising his ass, pushing back against your teasing hands while moaning lowly.

>His soft thighs hugged your hips tightly, his crotch growing warmer and warmer with each passing second, harder and harder too.

>He closed his eyes as his hands roamed across your well-muscled torso, focusing specially on your pecs. He had a hungry, lewd look on his face.

>"Ahn...Jack!"

>"Harley..."

>"Jack... Please... I-I need you... Take them off..."

>You obliged, withdrawing your hands from his ass and coming to undo the buttons of his daisy dukes, then hooking your thumbs around the hem to help him shimmy out of the piece of clothing.

>He didn't wait to help you out of your pants too though, frantically palming your thighs and crotch, even sensually squeezing that thick package with a mischievous smile on his face as he unzipped your pants and helped you get out of them too.

>Soon you two had kicked off the bothersome pieces of clothing, and all that touching, squeezing and rubbing had definitely worked the two of you up.

>He breathed intensely, puffs of steam leaving his cute little mouth as he sat up on your lap, his bunnycock resting atop of your own manhood.

>Now that you were both apart you could see what his dick was really like, and vice versa.

>He was... big, maybe even bigger than you by an inch or two, and you weren't exactly lacking either. Most boys at school were actually jealous of your prodigious size. As big or bigger than some stallions in the football team.

>Maybe you had some stallion blood yourself in your veins.

>But Harley was really packing. He likely had some donkey genes in there instead. He had little over a foot and a half of cock, girthy, but smooth, almost like a human's if not for the small knot at the end.

>The contrast between his small body and his large ramrod was stunning.

>"D-don't mind my dick... I want yours... Inside of me." He begged breathily, gyrating his hips and frotting his heavy slab of cockmeat against your own. Each slow rub worked out bit after bit of precum out of his onyx length, spilling it over your's and coating it with it, serving as some sort of perverse lube.

>"Harley you're... Huge."

>"I-I know but- I'm not- I want you on top!"

>That was reassuring, you weren't really the bottom kind anyways, never even crossed your mind that he would be this large.

>It was kind of hot though.

>Harley had a really slender, curvy body, and it contrasted really hard against that uncharacteristically large cock of his's.

>But most of all? He didn't even want to use it.

>He wanted you to pound him instead.

>God you loved this bunny.

>"Harley..."

>"C-Can I touch it? Your, um, dick?"

>"Yeah."

>He couldn't take his eyes off your junk. He might have been bigger but that didn't mean you weren't any less impressive.

>You could've easily reached past his belly button if you bottomed out.

>Harley's face was a mix of fear, lust and desire all in one.

>He reached out towards your crotch, wrapping his hands around your fat length, running his smooth paws from the base up to the tip, squeezing it.

>He breathed needily, his pupils dilating and his tongue hanging out of his maw.

>"You're so... big. I don't know if I can fit you inside..."

>He squeezed your cock again, sending lightning streaks across your body His own big bunny cock flexed, spurting a dollop of clear pre-cum down its girth.

>"Jack, I... I want to try putting it inside... Inside me... Please." He murmured, trembling with a bit of excitement and fear.

>You nodded, and placing your hands on his sides, you rolled him onto his back, switching positions.

>"Woah-- Hey, y-you're eager!"

>"I have a pretty good reason to be."

>He blushed, his cheeks reddening a bit and coyly bringing up his hands up to his lips, looking away as his nose twitched a hundred times a minute.

>"Y-you dummy..."

>"I love you too, Harley." You replied, in a totally serious tone, staring down at his submissive form.

>He froze up for a moment, then struck again in retaliation-- He reached out and wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in as he instead spread his shapely legs nice and wide for you, his bunny cock and balls resting on his navel and rubbing up your cock against his taint and the puffy pink entrance of his boyhole.

>"I love you so much, dummy..." He replied, his pink twitching nose on yours as his beautiful blues looked deep into your eyes.

>He pulled you in just a bit further, his furry cheeks rubbing against yours and his lips pressing against your ears as he whispered softly.

>"Now, put that cock inside and take my virgin asshole, make me yours..." Harley's words dripped with pure sex.

>You couldn't hold back any longer, your cock was already lubed and he was practically begging for it.

>You reached down and grabbed your cock, lining it up with his puckered entrance, then slowly pushed forward, pressing past his tight hole

>He moaned into your ear, the small blunt claws on his fingers digging into the skin of your back as he struggled to deal with your sheer girth and size.

>Harley's breath quickened, and for a second you thought he was about to have a panic attack but as he fell back on the bed, his face had an expression of pure bliss and happiness. His back arched and his nose and floppy ears twitched quickly, his cotton tail, unseen, wagged a thousand times a minute.

>His ass was sweltering hot, squeezing so hard on you you'd think he was cutting the blood flow to your dick all on his lonesome.

>The bunny's cock stood stiff in the air, wetting itself with precum as his chest rose and fell and his legs were spread wide open.

>"O-oh my god, you're so biiiig~!" He squealed. "G-go slowwwwer..."

>He was like a fish out of water in the way he breathed, his mouth wide open as he struggled to deal with your size. His toes curled and his legs came back down to wrap around your hips and waist, locking you.

>You pushed further inside Harley's winding depths, the fleshy hole's walls like pure silk and velvet against your cock.

>He strained himself the while, groaning and whimpering in between moans.

>He rocked his hips just a little, driving you in just enough for you to force another couple of inches inside.

>You felt yourself run up against a noticeable bump inside his hole.

>"Nnnnhaahh! Aaoh! M-my ass, y-you're spreading m-meee~!"

>"Sh-should I pull out?"

>His soft thighs pulled you in further, aggressively, their leggy embrace an unbreakable lock.

>"N-nhoh! Don't you /dare/ pull out! F-fuck me!"

>You stopped for a second however, letting him adjust to your size before you began to thrust further inside, breathing harshly.

>Soon you began to pump your hips, and by now you were feeling that familiar tightness in your loins. God he was so tight it was impossible to not blow your load.

>But you struggled to hold it in.

>"Yes! O-oh god I love you! Go faster! Fuck me!" Harley babbled incoherently as you plowed his fat prostate again and again, making both of you shiver in pleasure and ecstasy.

>Harley was on cloud nine, pulling you in for another messy deep kiss as his eyes rolled back into his head and closed, moaning into your mouth and lips as he hugged you again.

>You felt his stiff fat cock slap against your abs wetly, over and over, like a metronome, leaving a mess of his sex fluids on you and him both as you fucked him.

>All those new sensations, the adrenaline pumping through, those hormones and the scents, words and feelings-- they were overflowing.

>Overwhelming.

>Neither of you could hope to last any longer.

>You felt his ass squeeze down on you hard again, the large bump, his prostate, growing stiff and unyielding as his orgasm began to rise.

>You felt yourself grow slow and stiff as well, that familiar tightness now impossible to hold back, a feeling of white blocking your vision and soon peaking.

>Climax.

>Harley went hard all over and you felt his warm, thick cum splatter all over your body as his ass suckled your cock inside, egging your balls to unload, and they did, basting his insides with your virile sperm and flooding his belly with the alabaster seed.

>You finally breathed, not realizing you'd been holding your breath this whole time, collapsing besides the bunny.

>The bunny quickly clambered atop of you, a mess of saliva, cum and sweat covering the both of you.

>For a few moments you could hear nothing but Harley's soft, labored breathing and your own, your hearts beating in unison.

>You wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as he leaned over again, locking lips with you, his hands seeking yours and intertwining your fingers with his slender ones.

>"... I love you."

>"I love you too, Harley."

>"Was this...?"

>"A one time thing? No." You reassured him, stroking his head and smoothing down his long, soft and floppy ears.

>Harley looked up at you with his big eyes, his pink nose twitching.

>He had such long eyelashes, his lips were fuller than any girl you knew.

>You felt stupid for putting him off for so long.

>"You're... not gonna leave me then?"

>"No, dumb bunny, I told you. We will always stick together." You smiled gently and pulled him in for another kiss.

>"Forever..." He whispered before meeting your lips with his own.

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