Local Tail
The Rabbit and the Bull

By Erick Bluesun


	The hot morning light shone as well as it could through the blinds of the bedroom window. For what little light actually made it through, it lit as a hot blaze in sharp geometric shapes, much to the rabbit’s dismay as he tried to ward off dawn’s call with his face buried into the pillow. A futile effort.
	Gradually the light moved over the naked figure of the laying rabbit. Columns passed over his body as he tossed in a desperate need for just a few minutes more of sleep. The morning grew shorter still until finally the alarm of his phone stirred the rabbit to start with his day. With a frustrated glance of the time, ‘6:30am’, he set it to snooze. Despite whatever he tells his phone, he’s well and truly awake and already browsing some personals on ‘Local Tail’. The app was simple enough, a clean interface and easy navigation. It was especially successful for it’s gimmick.
	The idea was simple enough. There were no faces to be seen, but a wall of cocks or butts on display. If you were looking to top, you displayed your cock (or strap-on, there’s no discrimination here), and to bottom you displayed your ass. This worked tremendously. There were no mysteries, and any inhibitions seemed to disappear once you were showing your most private parts to the world.
	With a flick of the rabbit’s thumb, a plethora of cocks of every shape and size zoomed past. His hips ground into his bed sheets, just thinking of who he wanted to start his day with.  Anyone who was anyone was on the app, which made variety plentiful. It wasn’t long before the rabbit had found his pick. 
	The picture had obviously been taken by another person; nobody could frame something that big by themselves. It was red, veiny, and glistened. A modest foot at least. It tapered from a tip to the width of a fist. Below hung his lemon shaped balls, which were definitely more than just a handful in size. It was unmistakably a bull.
	A damp patch formed under the rabbit as he pre’d excessively. This bull was close, within a hundred metres. Without a word, the rabbit had notified the bull of his availability. An anxious minute passed as he focused on his phone, waiting for a reply. A cute green tick appeared causing his cock to throb. The rabbit confirmed his location and readied himself for the coming visitor. 
	With the most minimal of movements, the rabbit donned a latex glove and grabbed for a handful of his best lube from a tub of Crisco shortening. He didn’t need much, just enough for his comfort. He smeared it against his puffy tailhole and was sure to get his hand covered thoroughly .
	He started with a single finger which coaxed a quiet squeak from the rabbit, and before long he moved to two to three to four. He curled those four to form a hook with his hand, then gently pulled which coaxed a deep groan. He finally pressed his thumb in and grunted before pulling out. 
	He took his glove off and checked his phone. The doorbell rung as he did. From his phone, he checked a feed from a camera which overlooked his door. It was unmistakably him. With a tap of his thumb, he remotely unlocked the door. It swung open to let his guest through, then closed again.  His ears perked as he heard heavy footsteps rumble nearer. He lifted his ass up to present himself, swaying his hips side to side.
	His breathing stopped momentarily as a shadow eclipsed the threshold of his room.  The massive figure advanced and kneeled on the bed which creaked worryingly under the mass.
	The bull crawled forward and straddled the rabbit, his balls drooped heavily and rested between the rabbit’s legs as he hotdogged the curvaceous ass. His cock throbbed angrily and a string of pre fell and pooled down the rabbit’s lower back.
	The room felt hotter all of a sudden, and the two drew heavy breaths as they enjoyed the foreplay. A heavy musk filled the air as they each beaded with sweat that matted their fur and soaked the sheets. 
	Before long, the bull grew  bored and frustrated and drew his length back until his tip teased at the rabbit’s hole. 
	The rabbit held his pillow tighter as he readied himself for what was to come next.
	The bull pressed forward slowly. Inch by aching inch he pressed inside. The rabbit shivered with anticipation. He pulled out , before pressing in once more to warm-up the rabbit’s hole for the real performance. His rhythm built as he bored into the rabbit, coaxing a squeak out each time. 
	The pillow the rabbit held offered little more than something to hold onto. His mouth agape, he groaned and grunted as the bull fucked him.
	It didn’t take long before the bull was almost to the hilt.. But he wasn’t satisfied with ‘almost’.. He hiked the rabbit’s ass higher and pulled out until the tip was just barely inside. 
        The rabbit gaped wide as his ass was left vacant. A rush of cool air caressed his insides as he lay awaiting the bull’s next move.He felt a healthy amount of shortening get smeared around his entrance. A loud yelp escaped him as the bull continued his onslaught. It felt like a fist punching deep inside.
	Like a trooper, the rabbit endured. This wasn’t the biggest he had ever had. That prize went to an elephant he had a month ago. This was definitely in the top ten though.
	The bull’s rhythm was constant, and made the rabbit question his own endurance. As if reading his mind, the bull paused for a moment and pulled the rabbit to rest on his elbows. The bull held a small bottle, which seemed even smaller as he delicately held it between his thick fingers. This was just what the rabbit needed.
	Without hesitation, the rabbit blocked one nostril and took in a heavy whiff. Almost instantly, his head rushed. He fell back to the pillow and the bull continued. In his daze, the world meant nothing but what was happening right now. Every movement, every sound, and every sensation was all he focused on.  He felt the cock drilling  inside, feeling every inch of every thick vein right to the tapered head which seemed to get deeper with every thrust. He edged at the peak of his pleasure.  It wasn’t until he felt the massive balls of the beast pelting his own, that he felt almost completely satisfied. Almost.  His head still floating, riding on the cloud of pure bliss, he heard his own heart beat and beat and beat to the rhythm that the bed rocked and the bull’s hips thrusted..
	The bull slowed his rhythm and pressed deeper.  The rabbit felt the gushing warmth which seemed endless. The pressure built within him.  The bull wasn’t all selfish though as he thought of the rabbit, and he reached underneath to stroke his little throbbing cock. With that little help the rabbit moaned louder than before. Overwhelmed, drooling, and pinned by the bull, It didn’t take long to get over the edge.
	The rabbit’s body tensed in waves, and the bull could feel it around the base of his cock. For what only lasted a moment seemed to never end. The pool of cum under him grew bigger each time he spasmed. Though the bull continued to torture him as his broad finger teased his head, sending surges of pleasure even after the last of his climax. The rabbit could only let out whimpers in his exhausted state. Once the torture stopped he promptly found the bull’s broad finger in his mouth which he hungrily sucked and licked clean of his own mess.
	The bull collapsed on top of the rabbit as they enjoyed the afterglow. His cock still inside, but shrinking and leaving the rabbit with a gaping emptiness. The rabbit was content with the weight on top of him, not making any attempt to move even though he needed to breath deeper. The column of light crept along their bodies as they relaxed and snoozed until a shrill alarm broke the peace prompting that it was 7am and time to start the day.
	And there’s no better way to start it.