Slender brown and white fingers smoothed the black material of his skirt, the faint rasp of fabric stirring his long ears to twitch. Nails painted a vibrant, electric blue plucked at the fishnet stockings which girded his shapely legs, flying now to the dresser to play across the polished surface like two furry spiders. 

“Oh, where is it?” the rabbit muttered. “Ben,” he called. “Ben, have you seen my phone?”

The rabbit stepped from the darkened gloom of his bedroom into the brightly lit hall, his feet scuffing the beige carpet as he trekked into the living room. There, a cat, his fur the color of smoke, sat upon their sofa. Yellow eyes turned up at the rabbit, their pupils slashes of deepest ebony. 

“Ben,” said the rabbit, thrusting a fist into a wide, round hip. “Didn’t you hear me?”

The cat sat with his arms folded across his chest, his clawed feet slumped over the coffee table. “Yeah, Sam, I heard you. I’m pretty sure the neighbors did too.”

“Then why didn’t you answer?” Sam asked. With a slim hand, he slapped Ben’s feet from the coffee table. “And keep your feet off the table. I told you a million times.”

The feline sat up, his feet going to the floor. His elbows on his knees, he turned to the rabbit. Sam was kneading his temples with both hands, his eyes closed. His lips, glossy and blue, shimmered in the hard, white glare of the ceiling light. Such lips, like two perfect cherries, the cat thought. Sam’s mouth was pulled into a grimace, his buck teeth slipping from between his lips to gleam white and spotless.

“Sam, just relax,” said Ben. “You need to take it easy.”

The rabbit sighed, lowering his trembling fists. “You’re right,” he said at last. “It’s just, I haven’t had a date in so long and I don’t know.” He stood before the cat, his arms akimbo. “Do you think this looks good, Ben?”

Did he think it looked good? Ben’s throat constricted just to see the rabbit standing before him. He had known Sam since they were kids, growing up together, now living as roommates. Yet, all this time, the cat never had the courage to say what was on his mind. His yellow eyes caught the glint of Sam’s deep brown orbs, the rabbit staring, waiting for him to answer. His gaze wandered the brown and white of Sam’s fur, sliding along the supple throat which bobbed as Sam swallowed. The slender shoulders gave way to the tight, short top which failed to hide the blossoming swell of the growing breasts, heavy with their warm, rich milk. Even through the pink fabric of Sam’s top, the cat could easily see the erect nipples, begging to be plucked and twisted. Below the beauteous, ripeness of those delicate apricots, there swelled the majesty of the rabbit’s pregnant belly. A vast orb of maternal girth, blossoming so sweetly round as to make the feline’s mouth water. His lips smacked, longing to place themselves upon the quivering flesh, to sup upon the gravid swell of Sam’s belly as he plummeted down the ripe curve to hug the wide hips and claim at last the treasures which were kept hidden beneath the thin fabric of Sam’s skirt. 

“Ben?” Sam said. “Ben? Are you listening?”

The cat gave a start, his heart pounding within the slim tee shirt he wore. “I-I’m sorry, Sam. What was it you were asking?”

The rabbit folded his arms over his belly and rolled his eyes. “I was asking how I looked?”

“Oh, um, you look,” Ben’s eyes darted away from the rabbit, “you look good. Real good.”

Sam gave an audible snort. “Of course, you’d say that. I shouldn’t have asked.” He gnawed his lower lip for an instant and then said, “No, that’s not right. I shouldn’t be like that. It’s just, maybe I should have told him.” He placed a slender hand on his belly. “About this, I mean.”

“What about it?” Ben chuckled. “Afraid he’ll be scared off by your bump.” He leaned over and placed his palm on the rabbit’s belly. The fur was so warm, so soft beneath his fingertips. “Come on, give him a surprise.”

Ben’s hand slid up Sam’s round belly, feeling the fluttering of the rabbit’s unborn as the life within his swollen womb lashed out in protest, pummeling Sam’s kidneys. 

“It’s not really mine,” Sam said with a wince. “I’m just volunteering as a surrogate, but you know. The belly can put some people off.” His fingers crept along his belly, their glimmering nails coming to grasp Ben’s hand. “And I just want everything to go perfectly.”

“You’ll be fine,” replied Ben. The heat bloomed beneath his fur as the rabbit held his grey hand. His fingers curled softly, clasping Sam’s trembling hand in his own. How long had he wished to do this very thing and yet, the rabbit’s eyes were turned away from him, looking at the door. “Sam, I…” He could not bring himself to say it. The very thing which for so long had sat on the tip of his tongue. 

“Oh, my jacket,” Sam suddenly said. Letting go of Ben’s hand, he waddled to the door where a wooden coat rack stood sentry. A thin denim jacket hung from a brass hook. Taking the jacket down, the rabbit then slipped it over his shoulders. “I should check if he’s texted me.” His face lit up in blue-white as he turned his muzzle towards the screen of his phone. “Oh, he did.”

Ben sat back, his eyes turning away from the rabbit. Let him have his fun, he thought. It was not like he was going to ever stop Sam. He bit his lip, cursing at himself for not having the courage to say how he felt. His ears drooped, his nose tilting towards the carpet. Could he ever just come out and tell Sam how he felt? The cat’s ruminations would soon be cut short by the distraught cry from the lips of the rabbit. 

“Oh, this is terrible,” wailed Sam. “He isn’t coming.” The rabbit’s shoulder slumped, his hand falling to his round hips, his phone flickering against the black of his skirt. “He just left a text and said something came up.”

“Well, it’s better than being ghosted,” replied Ben. 

“I suppose,” said Sam, hanging his jacket back up. “I was looking forward to tonight, too, Ben.” He trudged over to the couch, letting his heavy body tumble into the cushions beside the cat. Sam extended his shapely brown legs, the fur poking through the weave of his stockings as he placed his heels on the coffee table, despite having scolded Ben for doing the same. “And wore the fishnets tonight. I haven’t worn these since high school. Ugh, I look like my goth days.” He plucked at a stocking, his mouth turned down into a frown. 

“Hey, I liked your goth phase,” laughed Ben. “It was a good look for you.”

This brought a brief glimmer of a smile to the lips of the rabbit. “You would think that.” He kicked his shoes off, sending the shiny pumps tumbling across the carpet. 

“Hey, what did you say about putting your feet on the coffee table?” mewed the cat. 

Giving a toss of his shaggy, black hair, Sam replied, “I said that you could not put your feet on the coffee table. I am quite different.” 

“Is that so?” Ben remarked. “So, since you got stood up, want to watch a movie?”

“Yes,” replied Sam. “Something loud and with explosions. I need it.” He lifted the hem of his skirt, the black fabric barely able to hide the swell of his manhood. “I even wore my special cute panties. You want to see?”

Ben’s ears stuck straight up, his eyes darting to the shimmering red lace which poked out from beneath Sam’s skirt. “Um, those are n-nice.”

“I’ll say,” Sam replied. He let go of his skirt, the black fabric once more concealing his ripe treasures. “Oh, that’s a good one.”

“A good what?” Ben stammered, then shaking his head, realized he had clicked on a title.

Within moments, the living room was shaking as an orange fireball lit up the screen. Sam’s eyes grew wide, reflecting the carnage of the exploding gas tanker as the leather clad protagonist burst from the roaring flames on a motorcycle. The sound was deafening, gunfire crackling against a thunderclap as the screen rocked before them. But Ben heard nothing, save for the thrum of his own pulse which hammered in his temples as he looked at Sam. The rabbit’s ears were drooping down to his slip shoulders, his chest, jiggling with the milky swell of his breasts, rose and fell with the rabbit’s breathing. His swollen belly clenched when the hero fell, expanding as he let forth a whooping cry as the handsome soldier was back on his feet. 

“I do love this one,” Sam said. 

“Um, yeah,” whispered Ben. “It’s a good one.”

He gulped back the lump in his throat and turned away from the rabbit. A faint rustle made his ears prick, followed by the soft warmth that slumped against him. Sam’s head had fallen onto his shoulder, the rabbit’s maternal weight pressing into him. Sam’s swollen belly ballooned over his lap, a precious pearl of gleaming white, his fur shimmering in the light as his fingers gently slid down the gravid hump that was his middle. Ben’s hand began to twitch, inching slowly towards the sweet thigh, contained in its gossamer netting. Slowly, he crept, coming closer, his pinky reaching for the quivering flesh. Sam laughed, his eyes riveted to the screen, seemingly unaware of Ben’s presence. 

“I’m glad we did this,” the rabbit said. “Just us, you know.”

“Um, sure,” replied Ben. His hand slipped away, coming to fumble on his lap. “Yeah, just us.”

The rabbit then sighed, turning his head so that he met the startled gaze of the cat. “Ben,” he then whispered. “If you take any longer, I’ll be grey furred.”

The cat practically leapt from his skin. “I-I…”

He fell back against the arm of the sofa as Sam then sat up. One knee planted on the cushion, his other leg on the floor, the rabbit then leaned forward, his arms circling Ben’s neck. His breast swayed so deliciously from his narrow chest, his belly a vast hump of maternal delight, an orb of white fur which distended from a sea of rich chocolate brown. The deep brown eyes, almost black beneath the shaggy ebon locks, set themselves upon the cat. Ben was transfixed, utterly frozen before that gorgon stare which radiated from the face of the creature he had loved for so long. Sam’s swollen belly pressed itself against his stomach, the flutterings of the rabbit’s unborn kicking out as he fell into Ben’s trembling arms. 

“Mmm, don’t act you’ve been keeping it a secret,” whispered Sam. The rabbit’s breath was warm against his lips, smelling faintly of rose. The scent of his perfume wafted in the still air, a heavy floral aroma that made Ben’s head swim. Those blue lips, glistening so wetly, grazed the mouth of the cat as he spoke. “You’re not exactly good at keeping secrets. Remember when we were fourteen?”

“And… And we had filled the principal’s car with shaving cream.” Ben’s claws groped numbly at Sam’s hips, his palms filling with succulent, jiggling flesh. “He was.. Was so mad at us.”

“I remember,” whispered Sam. His lips were coming closer, touching the trembling mouth. “I should have done this from the start.”

Blue lips met the quivering black that was Ben’s mouth, stealing the very breath from the astonished cat as they collided in a kiss which saw the stars burst in the eyes of Ben. Eagerly, his hands would slide around the wide hips, relishing the maternal padding which swelled the fat rump of Sam. His fingers dug into the yielding flesh, making the rabbit jump in his arms. The long ears swiveled, Sam’s mouth opening with a moan. The pink tongue wriggled from between glistening blue lips, eager to seek refuge in the wet, warmth of Ben’s mouth. The cat’s lips parted, a groan seeping from his chest as the rabbit’s tongue plunged into his mouth. Sam closed again, his tongue caressing the ridged palate of the cat, curling around the smooth, white fangs to explore the red gums. Ben’s hands continued to ascend, mounting the rabbit’s fat rump as Sam arched his back. His fingers slid along the curving spine, the fur rasping softly as he came to the shoulder blades. Taking Sam by his shoulders, he drew the rabbit to him, heedless of the frantic kicking from Sam’s belly. The rabbit winced, whimpering as Ben’s tongue came alive. He slithered between the azure lips to hook the long incisors, his tongue sliding along the roof of Sam’s mouth to twine endlessly with the rabbit’s squirming tongue. 

On the screen, the hero was being chased by a thunderous fireball down a narrow hall. The floor shook beneath his booted feet as the building crumbled around him. Such would go ignored as Ben felt the quivering warmth of Sam upon his fur, the questing fingers which curled so seductively around his neck. One slim claw began to scratch at the base of his skull, tangling into the scruff of his grey fur to make his flesh tingle. His tongue slid from Sam’s mouth, but the rabbit would not allow him to escape. Nostrils puffing, Sam’s tongue followed him, their member’s twisting in the air, writhing as maddened serpents to dribble their shimmering saliva down Ben’s shirt. His chest heaved against the gravid weight of the rabbit, Sam clambering atop him, straddling him with his full, soft thighs. 

“You thought I couldn’t tell,” the rabbit moaned. “Ben, you surprise me.”

“I do?” groaned the cat. 

“Your cock is so hard, love,” replied the rabbit. “I could see the tent pitched in your lap from across the room. I saw it as soon as I came out.” He smiled, such a sight would stir Ben’s very soul. “You never could resist the fishnets.”

Ben’s fingers found the shapely thigh, his claws snapping at the material. “They do look good on you.”

Sam seized the cat’s wandering hand, bringing his fingers slowly up the sweet thigh. So dangerously close did those claws come the churning balls which lay nestled in the shimmering crimson of Sam’s panties that Ben’s heart nearly leapt into his throat. Instead, the rabbit would place his trembling hand upon his succulent, round belly, letting the cat’s fingers spread across his maternal orb. 

“I’ll bet they’d look just as good off of me as well,” Sam purred. “What do you say?”

What could he say? Ben’s tongue felt as if it had swollen to twice its size in his mouth. He was struck dumb, unable to muster the most feeble reply as the rabbit’s questing lips grazed his scruffy chin, claiming the supple grey throat which yielded to the tender kisses of Sam with a contented moan. 

“Ugh, Sam,” Ben would sigh. “Oh, that’s… that’s so… O-Oh…”

Vibrant blue lips suckled upon the grey fur of the slender neck, Sam’s warm, wet tongue slipped between his teeth, sliding down the curve of Ben’s throat to make the helpless feline shudder in his hands. His swollen, gravid belly, so round and so wonderfully heavy, rubbed deliciously against the cat’s stomach, his navel a hump which circled Ben’s bellybutton. Ben clawed frantically at the sofa, his fingers digging into the cushions as he let his head fall back, surrendering to the ministrations of his roommate. Sam’s questing mouth would lead him still lower, finding the hollow of Ben’s collarbone peeking out just above the neckline of his shirt. The rabbit’s nipples were rigid, prodding through the thin fabric of his top to poke at Ben’s chest. His breasts ached, ready to let forth their milky essence, begging that the cat would take them in his hands. Ben’s arms rose from the couch, his hands wrapping around the rabbit, drawing the creature to him as Sam filled that empty chalice with his kisses. His lips smacked upon the grey fur, the sleek flesh beneath, popping with the crackle of saliva as he filled that holy cup to overflowing.

His love spilled down Ben’s chest, disappearing below the cotton of his shirt. The rabbit’s long ears swiveled then, his fingers plucking at the hem of Ben’s shirt. Grasping the offending garment, he lifted Ben’s shirt up until it reached the cat’s chin. The grey chest, sleek and flat, beckoned to him, stirring his lips to move with a determined pace, tracing the ripples of the muscles which danced below the skin. Ben’s fingers clenched, claws digging into Sam’s back, the cat’s mouth now opening wide in a howling cry of ecstatic glee. 

“A-Ah, Sam,” Ben cried. “Oh, that’s amazing. I-I didn’t know you could do this.”

Sam’s lips were pressed to Ben’s pectoral, his brown eyes glimmering beneath the loose black strands of his hair. The corners of his eyes crinkled, displaying the mirth which made the rabbit’s bloated rump tremble as he fought off the laughter which bubbled in his chest. He would not be deterred, would not stop until he had at last claimed the ebon bud which glistened so seductively from the iron grey field of Ben’s fur. The scent of the cat’s musk, his natural odor, for Ben wore no other scent, wafted into his nostrils and Sam would inhale the rich aroma, letting it settle deep in his lungs before exhaling slowly. Such a smell that stirred his womb to quiver, his flower to bloom with the fresh honey which dripped from his slackening ring. Never had he felt such a hot, throbbing desire and he only prayed that Ben felt the same. 

For his part, Ben squirmed on the sofa. His cock throbbed, straining against the tight denim of his jeans as Sam straddled his waist. The heat of the rabbit’s thighs was overwhelming, like molten steel and yet so soft and inviting. The subtle sway of hips, made wide with maternity, roused his manhood to weep its bitter tears, soaking his underwear with its sticky precum. His fingers slid down Sam’s back, finding the hem of his top, sliding still farther to feel the warm rasp of brown and white fur below his fingertips. 

Ben let out a sigh as the warm tongue of Sam found his nipple. The wet worm slithered around his black areola, savoring the bumpy disk of ebon flesh, lapping at the erect bud which stood up from the swaying tufts of grey. Ben’s hands explored the curve of Sam’s back, seeking the indent of the rabbit’s spine, following the hollowed trail down towards the fat rump which could not be contained by the short black skirt which girded those precious hips. Sam’s cock throbbed against his waist, the crimson panties becoming dark with the stain of his mounting lust. The scent of his musky aroma filled the living room with the spice of his desire, stirring the cat to seize his ass with both hands. Hot flesh ballooned between Ben’s grey fingers as he squeezed hard, making Sam give a sudden squeal. The shimmering of lace was smooth to his touch and Ben’s nimble fingers found the edge of the rabbit’s panties, his claws hooking under the thin fabric. The jiggling rump was his to claim, his to conquer as Sam’s lips curled around his nipple. The rabbit’s tongue came to life, circling the erect nub, flicking the dark flesh until the cat was jelly in his paws. 

“Ngh, Sam,” moaned Ben.

The rabbit’s mouth descended, following the trail of Ben’s shuddering belly. His ass lifted itself from the cat, his hot thighs slipping from Ben’s waist as he lowered his muzzle towards the cat’s jeans. The slender fingers played along the cat’s belly, tickling at his quivering flesh, circling the well that was his navel. Those blue lips paused in their descent, seeking the oasis of Ben’s bellybutton. His tongue swirled around the rim of that cleft, leaving the cat’s fur slick and shiny with his saliva. 

“I remember when mine was still an innie,” he laughed. “Seems so long ago.”

“I like your little hump,” said Ben. The cat’s ears parted, his cheeks blooming as he realized he had said something without thinking. 

The rabbit’s puffy tail twitched above his skirt, but he made no other response and Ben began to hope that Sam had not heard him. 

“So you like that?” the rabbit asked. 

The color drained from Ben’s face. His claws trembled, still clasping the rabbit’s fat rump. 

“Mmm, I like it too,” said Sam. “And I like something else as well.”

The slender brown and white fingers seized the button of Ben’s jeans and with a deft snap, laid his pants open. Down came the zipper with the rattle of metallic teeth, the copper jaws parting to reveal the green of Ben’s underwear. His cock pressed up from the thin cotton like some horrid beast attempting to escape its cocoon. The front of his briefs was wet, dark with the spreading stain of his desires, the scent of his lust rising to Sam’s twitching nostrils. The rabbit took in the rich aroma, smelling the sweat and the spice of Ben’s pubic fur. His fingers groped at the waistband of the cat’s underwear, tugging at the elastic. Ben gasped suddenly, his hands flying from Sam’s buttocks to grasp the wrists of the rabbit. 

“Sam, w-what are you doing?” he squawked. Though his balls churned, growing fat with the fresh seed which yearned to pump deep within the soft body that lay on top of him, Ben’s mind screamed that such was wrong. This was his best friend, the rabbit he had grown up with. Surely there was some other way? He licked his lips, tasting the mouth of Sam, the warmth of his tongue. His ears swiveled, catching the hum of the traffic on the street outside, the ceaseless ticking of the clock which hung in the kitchen. The world seemed to come to a standstill as he looked up into the fathomless depths of those brown eyes. So wide they were, glistening wetly to shimmer in the light of the living room. Almost pleading with him. Sam’s mouth quivered, his lips trembling as he then said what Ben had so longed to confess. 

“Ben, I love you,” said Sam. 

The words of the rabbit struck the cat numb. His jaw fell, his heart leaping into his throat. “S-Sam…” How could he reply? Were these not the very words he had wished to say to the rabbit? Mustering what little strength he still possessed, Ben began to reply, “Sam, I--”

“No, don’t say anything.” Sam placed a finger to Ben’s lips. “I’ve wanted to say it, Ben, for so long. Years, we’ve been together. We even live together and yet I couldn’t bring myself to confess. But, tonight I’m not going to hold back. I love you Ben. I will always love you.”

His yellow eyes stung as the hot tears welled up, spilling down his grey cheeks in a sparkling cascade. The cat’s chest hurt, the ache unbearable as he gripped the rabbit tight. A slender hand placed itself on his cheek, his eyes opening to find Sam looking up at him. 

“I think I know what you’re trying to tell me,” the rabbit whispered. “Why did we wait so long?”

His blue lips fell to Ben’s shuddering belly, finding the lower stomach, tufted with its scruff of fur which descended down into Ben’s pubic area. Sam’s fingers curled around the waistband of Ben’s underwear, tugging the thin cotton down and this time, the cat would not stop him. His fingers found the erect cock, Ben’s throbbing manhood leaping free from its prison to fill the rabbit’s hand with hot, pulsating flesh. His shaft was black as midnight, shimmering and sticky with the bitter tears which wept so freely from the gaping urethra. Sam’s fingers slid gently down the webbing of pulsing veins, tracing their winding paths to the base of the cat’s rod. He tugged further, his hand slipping into Ben’s underwear to scoop up the fat plums which swelled in their black scrotum. Grey hairs clung to the crinkled skin, making a faint, dry hiss as the rabbit’s thumb circled the plump globes which churned with their virile promise. 

Ben’s belly billowed as the cat gulped the warm air of their apartment. His cock shivered in the hand of the rabbit. He had been so long without a partner, his flesh was so sensitive to the gentle touch, that he feared he would burst, releasing himself right then. His cock spurted its shimmering precum, the tang of his bitter essence splashing the electric blue lips which hovered so dangerously, dizzyingly close to his spongy tip. Sam licked the shining ooze from his lips, letting the bitter taste play on his tongue. He closed his eyes, pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth, as if to savor the flavor of his love. His cheeks blossomed with the heat which suffused his gravid body. His swollen belly slid against the cushions, the rough weave of the sofa scratching so delectably at his tender abdomen, stirring his need as he placed his blue lips to that throbbing pillar of masculine beauty. 

“Oh, Sam,” Ben groaned. 

The cat slumped against the arm of the sofa, his strength all but fled before the relentless fury that was Sam’s overpowering love. The rabbit’s lips glided down his shaft, peppering his black skin with their kisses, leaving the blue markings of their passing as the rabbit came to the base of his cock. His fingers cupped Ben’s balls, squeezing gently, feeling the churning pulse of Ben’s thrumming heart through his manly orbs. The cat clung to Sam’s shoulders, his fingers spreading across Sam’s back as he wept his elation. But Sam ignored the cries of his love, instead rising up that quivering shaft to plant his lips upon the spongy tip. The shimmering tears of his lust wept from the gaping urethra and Sam’s nimble tongue circled Ben’s tip, licking the sticky fluid from the ebon glans, relishing the hot spice of his musky odor, the tang of sweat as his lips would close around Ben’s cock. 

Ben threw back his head, letting forth a cry which surely had woken the neighbors, for the walls must have shook, such was the fury which blasted from his lungs. Sam’s lips descended down that black shaft, closing hard as he nuzzled the tangled weave of Ben’s pubic fur. The fragrant jungle tickled his nose, filling his nostrils with the warm scents of Ben’s body, the sour odor of sweat which damped the grey fur. Sam’s tongue slithered around the cat’s cock, lapping the dew which clung to the hot, black flesh. He rose, leaving a blue ring to adorn the base of Ben’s shaft, rising up, closing, painting the middle of the cat’s manhood with another azure circle. He slid up, closing around the tip, staining that unblemished obelisk with the blue of his lipstick, marking Ben forever as his own. His brown eyes glimmered below his black hair, gazing up into the yellow orbs of the cat, possessing him utterly with that basilisk stare. Ben was frozen, unable to muster the faint cry which seeped from his slackened lips. The rabbit plunged once more, sliding down his throbbing rod, planting his muzzle into the cat’s pubic fur to kiss the base of his shaft. 

Slender brown and white fingers cupped the churning balls, kneading them in his hand as Sam rose, plucking his lips from the shining, slipping pillar of pulsating manhood. His other hand would grasp that slick rod, and with thumb and forefinger, begin to twist as if he were trying to uncork a bottle of champagne. Ben’s tongue squirmed from between his lips, his hands sliding up the rabbit’s back. His fingers crept towards the wobbling cheeks which had risen above Sam. The rabbit’s skirt had fallen from his hips, exposing the shimmering red lace of his panties. 

“They are cute panties,” remarked the cat. 

His fingers plucked at the delicate waistband, fumbling as pleasure rippled up his spine, making his head swim. The rabbit slid his hand down the cat’s cock, stroking, milking the weeping rod. His chest heaving, Ben managed to dive beneath the smooth fabric. His palms were filled with jiggling flesh, the softness of the rabbit’s warm fur tickled his fingertips as he squeezed hard, making Sam jump. 

“Oh, Ben, that’s--Oh, my!”

Sam gasped, feeling those hard fingers slipping between his swaying cheeks. His rump was parted, his flower opened, spilling the hot honey of his lust. The spice of his sex filled the room, the scent stirring Ben to groan. His cock screamed in the clutches of the rabbit, demanding that he take the creature now. His belly was an inferno of wanton lust, desiring the carnal pleasures of the flesh, craving to take hold of Sam, to thrust deep and to plant his seed into that fertile womb. The rabbit’s belly, swollen with the gravid weight of his bloated womb, clenched painfully, the air blasted from Sam’s lungs as he let out a sharp cry which made his incisor gleam in the light. 

“Ben,” he panted. “Ben, I can’t do this anymore.”

The cat raised his head. “You can’t?”

The rabbit’s eyes opened, his lips curving into a smile. “I mean here, on the sofa.” He staggering, nearly tumbling from Ben. His leg trembled where it fought to support his maternal weight. “I’m not as slender as I once was, you know. Perhaps, we can continue this somewhere a little more comfortable?”

Ben thought for a moment, then replied, “My room or yours?”

The rabbit’s ears swiveled, twitching several times as he prodded his lower lip with a nail. “How about we start in my room and then we’ll see where the night takes us?”

Ben took the rabbit’s hand in his. “Sounds good to me. And Sam, I need to say something.”

The rabbit waited, his body aglow with expectation for Ben to summon the courage to say what needed to be said. 

“Sam, I love you too,” Ben said. “I should have told you long ago, but I just couldn’t bring myself.”

“I know what you mean,” replied the rabbit. “Ben, let’s not dwell on the past. Only the present.”

“You’re right,” the cat mewed. “Tonight is about us.”

Sam clambered from the lap of Ben, standing upright, his belly distended into a perfect globe of creamy white to stand out against his brown fur. His thighs glistened with a wet sheen, the warm spice of his nectar wafting gently from his shapely legs as he strode towards the hall. Ben rolled from the sofa, nearly toppling. His head spun, his vision swimming and he had to reach out to steady himself on the coffee table. He could not believe that this was happening. It was a dream come true. He staggered from the sofa, then turned back to the television. 

“Hey, what about the movie?” he said. 

Something soft impacted with his back and he turned, seeing Sam’s crumpled panties lying on the floor at his feet. 

“Leave it,” the rabbit’s voice drifted from down the hall. 

Ben scooped up the discarded underwear, holding the crimson lace up before him. “They really are cute,” he muttered. 

“I’ll let you borrow them if you want,” the rabbit giggled. “Just hurry up, Ben. I’ll end up starting without you.”

Ben’s ears pricked up. The cat then placed the rabbit’s panties to his muzzle, inhaling the odor of Sam’s musk, letting the rich aroma fill him. His cock stood rigid, thrusting from his waist like an ebon spear. 

“Tonight’s the night,” he said, letting the crimson lace fall from his fingers. “No more thinking about it. I’m doing what I should have done a long time ago.”

“Ben,” called Sam. “What are you doing? What’s taking so long?”

“I’m coming,” replied the cat. 

“You better not,” the rabbit shouted. “Not yet, anyway.”

Sam paced about the darkened bedroom, the rabbit flitting to the light switch. No, he thought, better to set the mood. Instead, he would flick on the bedside lamp, bathing the room with a dull amber glow. The covers of his bed, a plush queen, were a crisp white, the sheets of a fine salmon beneath. The rabbit clambered onto the bed, turning his wide hips towards the door. The warm air kissed his bare rump, nuzzling at the two plums which were tucked between his thighs. Propped on his elbow, he watched the doorway, his ears swiveling like a pair of antennae to catch the faint scuffing of Ben’s feet. The hallway began to darken and the rabbit’s breath caught in his throat as he beheld the cat materialing in the doorway. 

“Mmm, took you long enough,” Sam mused. 

Ben stood in the doorway, his hands on the jamb as he gaped at the creamy heart shape of Sam’s white buttocks. The sleek fur spilled across his inner thighs, sliding up his swollen belly until it reached his delicate chin. Seeing the cat standing awestruck, Sam tilted his hips, making his fat cheeks bloom beneath his skirt. One leg would rise, straightening seductively in its fishnet stocking. 

“See something you like?” the rabbit would ask. 

His slender hand came to his knee, the snapping rasp of his nails on the weave of his stocking as he casually slid down his thigh would stir the cat to finally take a cautious step over the threshold. Ben’s feet padded on the soft carpet, his nostrils inhaling the scents of Sam which pervaded every inch of the room, the heady aroma of perfume and the richness of the rabbit’s natural odor. His eyes were locked on the supple thigh, descending to the curve of a white, round cheek. 

“I see a lot of things,” Ben muttered. 

“Well then,” replied Sam. “Don’t just stand there. I don’t want to start without you.”

The cat placed his palms on the bed, the springs squealing beneath their weight as he climbed up onto the mattress. 

“Just so long as you don’t finish,” the cat laughed. 

Those brown hands fell atop his grey claws, making his heart hammer in his chest. He looked up, his vision filling with the softly wobbling brown orbs of Sam’s eyes. 

“Sam,” his voice was a hoarse whisper as he said the words, “I love you.”

“I know.” The rabbit smiled. “Now, let’s finally do what we should have always done.”

Taking Sam into his arms, the pair toppled onto the bed.