A Well Spent Afternoon by ElJorro Commissioned by thatweirdo ***** Klaus didn’t really care that his whiskers were beginning to burn. It matched his mood perfectly. The CBD with a pinch of weed usually calmed him down on the way from work. Today, he was already on his second and probably going to have a third before home. “Thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster it’s Friday. He impatiently waited at the crosswalk surrounded by a gaggle of freshman heading to their dorms for a rousing weekend of games, homework, junk food, and awkward sex. “The best part of living in a college town is it’s youthful energy.” “Wait! SELFIE!!!” Klaus nearly bit off the edge of his joint. His sensitive hare ears picked up every decibel of the adolescent mink behind him. She budged up to his back to take the aforementioned selfie. Klaus exhaled a puff of smoke. “It was also the worst part” The FSM took pity and switched the light to green. Klaus crossed the street, the gaggle of girls going sideways. “I’ve lived here for years. Think I’d be used to it by now.” Klaus allowed his irritation, to simmer like the joint’s bright edge for a few more moments. He sighed, his ears drooped, and the smoke exhalation was more of a sad cloud. It wasn’t those girls and their selfies that were getting to him, it was where he was walking from. As far as jobs went, it wasn’t all bad. It paid more than the minimum wage, his boss was understanding and the people he worked for were of a good character. He even got a good discount. As time had passed, the novelty had worn off. The work was tedious and the customers were annoying and the whole ‘trendy and hip, new grunge’ clothing and accessories being shilled at Post-Urban Apocalypse had started to lose his appeal. “Maybe it’s my white fur.” Or maybe he was getting too old for Post Urban Apocalypse. He was 25 years old! People his age were still in school! It was now grad school becoming doctors and architects but still. The joint burned out and fell from his lips. He languidly stomped it with his sneakers. Maybe it was the extra CBD in his system but Klaus felt more dispirited than relaxed. Grad school. Adulthood. That was what was getting him down. Twenty-five years old, he was now officially halfway to fifty. Senior Citizenship! What did he have to show for it? A degree from a state college and few years of retail under his belt. If this went on much longer, Klaus probably would end up hating his job…along with his life. Klaus sighed and reached into his pocket. He correctly predicted a third joint. When he looked up from lighting it, there was a sight that never failed to cheer him. Connie Oliver was a teaching assistant at the university. Physics if Klaus was not mistaken. One of Connie’s favorite activities was jogging and shortly after starting her tenure, it had become most of the men’s favorite spectator sports. The tall, shapely fox huffed and puffed her way down the street, bluetooth headphones playing the latests science podcast, but further down was the real show. Klaus ears shot straight up and the hare clenched his stomach muscles to keep his dick from copying the ears. In spite of the best efforts of a pink sports bra, two hefty bosoms bounced up and down on the fox’s chest. To Klaus’s well trained eye, those bouncing melons were 100% au naturale. As Connie approached, Klaus exercised his well-practiced skill of ogling while not looking like he was ogling. Klaus wished for all the world that slo-mo was a real drug. He wanted time to slow down and drink in every detail of the heaving bosoms as they bounced and jiggled within the confines of the synthetic fabric. Somehow those natural tits seemed even more appealing inside the bra than outside. The afternoon sun cause droplets of sweat to glimmer on the bouncing orbs. Klaus would have given a month’s rent to be allowed to remove those drops with his tongue. All too soon, Connie Oliver and her two beautiful girls passed him by. Klaus followed her retreating form and smiled. Klaus was a breast man through and through but he had learned to appreciate the balancing effect of a great ass. The one shaking back and forth beneath the fox’s tail was an excellent after show. Klaus turned back and smiled to himself. A pair of good tits never failed to cheer him up. Bonus joy for the fact they existed in the real world and not on a screen. He puffed his joint and continued towards home. Connie’s ta-ta’s might have given him a boost but the niggling doubts he was nursing were firmly nestled in his brain pan. The hare suddenly felt unusually tired. His shift hadn’t even been that busy! His apartment was finally came into view. A brick building only a few years old. It was close to the action and was reasonably priced…if you had a roommate. The fugue state alleviated a little. Some guys had their loser guy friends as their roommates or an exchange student who insisted on quiet all evening hours. Not Klaus though. He had Hazel, a BBB. Big Beautiful Bunny. Before she had knocked on the door, the lease ad displayed on her phone, Klaus had to get his boob fix through Mrs. Wifi and bleacher seats at cheer practice. Hazel had big boobs and was eager to share A warmth began to flush under Klaus’ fur. He remembered when she caught Klaus ogling those tits when he had yet to perfect his skill of not looking like he was ogling. Hazel had grinned in a surprisingly predatory way and let the shirt she was putting on fall to the floor. Klaus vividly remembered the jolt to his loins as Hazel rushed towards. She smiled wider and- ‘Clang’ Klaus was rudely jolted from his remembrance by an inconveniently place lamppost Seriously, the nerve of that urban planning with the PHD! “You okay, man?” asked a Pit Bull in a letterman’s jacket whose arm was around a worried looking lemur. Klaus hissed and rubbed his nose. He checked his hand: no blood. “Yeah…I’m good.” The pit bull shrugged. “Alright then.” The couple moved on and Klaus rolled his tongue and started. His smoke! He set his glasses back straight and urgently looked around for his soother. He spotted it. On the sidewalk. In the dirt where the sidewalk had cracked. Stamped into the dirt by someone with hooves. Klaus ears dropped as if they had been hit by the killing curse. “So much for that.” Klaus’ feisty rabbit anger threatened to surface but he tamped it down. “Let it go, Klaus. Just let it go.” The lingering pain from the lamppost and the loss of his adult pacifier punted the good mood right over the end zone and Klaus missed the catch. He left the crushed joint in it’s dirt and and finally made it to the steps of his building. As he climbed up, he glanced across the intersection towards the Bean and Steam: The coffee shop where Hazel worked as barista and her big melons also had a job as attention grabbers. Klaus frowned as he saw the long line through the windows. Students needing a boost for the studying and/or partying tonight. “Hazel’s probably still there” Friday’s were the busiest days for both of them. Hazel would be too tired even for teasing, one of her favorite hobbies. Klaus keyed his way inside and climbed the stairs to the second floor. At least he would have oven baked pizza and Mexican beer. Boobs were his favorite but those were always reliable mood lifters. As expected, the two bedroom apartment was dark. It made Klaus feel tired again. Klaus missed the sight of Hazels bazoombas straining the material of whatever top she was wearing, Klaus all had to admit that the shy face that always seemed to smile also gave him joy. Klaus shook his head and pulled off his shirt. He always felt like he needed a shower after working and would have if not for the bill. Today was Friday and he really needed one. He had to wash the scent of artisanal soap, and strangers off his fur. He tossed the shirt into the laundry bin and plugged in his phone on the counter. He went to his room to get his shower speaker. “Aww you got started without me!” Klaus suddenly forgot where he was and why he had come there. His roommate, Hazel was sprawled across his bedspread, her cocoa butter fur shining in the dim light of his blinded windows. One of her violet eyes was covered by a long bang of hair that matched the rest of her fur. Patches of darker brown fur scattered around her thick body like chips on a cookie. “Oh! There you are half-naked already and I’m still completely covered.” Sounding indignant. Covered in the manner that bachelor party stripteases would be. Fingerless gloves stretched from her soft brown hands all the way up to the center of her upper arms. Leggings exposed the tips of her painted toe claws and trailed on legs whose thighs were wider around than Klaus waist and somehow remained fit. The stockings were just tight enough to allow a little pudge to bulge over the rims, leading up to one of the biggest, roundest asses that could not be dismissed no matter how much Klaus liked boobs. The chest and slightly rounded belly of the voluptuous bunny was a creamier brown than the rest of her fur, The centerpiece of the whole set-up was the topic of every fantasy Klaus had since he was thirteen and had accidentally pulled up a spring break reality show on the channels he was not allowed to access: a pair of breasts that should have been in the dictionary as pristine examples of mammary glands. They were big and round and like Connie’s were 100% natural. If they had been bare, Klaus would have lost it right then and there. Hazel loved to tease and had decided to further her fellow hare’s torment today. Hazel had often complained about how hard it was to find fitting bras. Now one of those ill fitting purchases had been impossibly wedged over her titanic tits. The bra would have been sizable on its own but now it looked positively minuscule as Hazel’s tit flesh spilled overs the tops and sides of the poor contraption. Klaus’ throat felt extremely dry now “Ebbeh” That was all he could manage, causing Hazel to giggle. Her chin sank into her collar of neck fur. Her eyes suddenly widened. “Oh My!” Hazel’s cute, fluffy face suddenly split with a fake yawn. “Must have worked harder than I thought!” Hazel sat up and lifted her arms. “Being a barista is more work than you think!” Klaus couldn’t respond. Hazel continued… “I’m so sore! Just need to…” She clenched her fists. “streeetch!” Hazel stretched out the word along with her thick arms. She stretched downward and arched her back. Her bosom seemed to grow right before his eyes. The unfortunate bra grew ever more strained. Klaus swore he could hear the material ripping and straining when suddenly. ‘Snap’ The bra finally gave up its futile struggle and shot off Hazel’s chest like a rubber band. Perhaps sensing Klaus’ love for its subjects, it flew directly toward’s his head. He didn’t even blink as his left hand snatched it out of the air. Hazel’s brows rose over her single visible eye. “Impressive” She sounded genuine but Klaus wasn’t paying attention to her face. Her massive tits seemed to dance in jubilation at their newfound freedom. They defied gravity as they bounced and jiggled like two spheres of jello. Her dark nipples provided a focal point of reference to navigate the vast expanse of undulating flesh. The wide eyed expression fell back into a surprisingly feral look for prey. She leaned back on his bed and displayed her thick, luscious form, that outweighed his by several degrees. Her violet gaze darted down Klaus’ lean chest and let out a girly, little giggle. Klaus, completely hypnotized by the fluffy mammal, was compelled to turn his green gaze downward as well. He suddenly learned why his groin had become so uncomfortable. His dick was taking revenge on him for denying full erection from the fox. It had now fully inflated with the hare’s racing heart. The material of his trousers was stretching tightly and Klaus hissed slightly as he realized the tip was grinding directly onto the metal teeth of his zipper. Hazel suddenly pouted… “Oh…that looks uncomfortable” She looked up and the two met gazes. “You…look uncomfortable.” Klaus heard something other than seduction in her voice and his heart skipped a beat. “Busy day at work?” “uh…” “Looks like your manhood isn’t the only part of you that’s stiff.” Hazel sat up, the bed creaked as it was relieved of six feet of plump, bunny flesh. The thick hare stared at the smaller bun for moment before hooding her eyes and smiling slyly around her prominent front teeth. She fell to her hands and knees and for a moment, emulated her feline relatives. Her violet eyes lowered back into feral mode. Klaus’ eyes widened. “Those, vapid, people who pretend to rebellious with their fake camouflage and dark pants with fake patches on them.” She crawled across the carpet, her ears flattened to her neck and her tufted tail sticking straight up. The globes of her plump ass wobbled slightly with her gyrating hips. Her tits rocked back and forth as they swayed under her broad chest. “They’re just buying into the system like everything else. Make’s you so…frustrated doesn’t it” “Yes!” It was the first coherent word that Klaus had strung together since he had opened the door. “And the worst part is…they are all studying to become accountants and scientists! The next generation of movers and shakers!” “Those losers!?” He exclaimed. Klaus found himself grinning. He always enjoyed the games they played. This one sounded fun… Hazel nodded. “Exactly. No wonder we’re tense.” Hazel finally scooted to his feet. Even on her knees, she still came up fairly high up the shorter hare’s body but her magnificent chest was at the perfect level. Klaus hips bucked involuntarily as his dick throbbed painfully. Hazel giggled again and decided to take mercy on her poor roommate. She reached up and carefully undid the buttons and zipper. Even through the material of his pants, Klaus could still feel the big, warm masses of his roommate’s tits pressing against his legs. He panted and reached out with his hands. Hazel swatted them away with her manicured hands. “Not yet, big boy!” She reached down to undo the buckles on his shoes. She looked up into his eyes again and finally gave the pants a firm tug. Both pants and underwear fell his ankles and his cock sprang up. Klaus gasped in relief. He desperately wanted to touch, to squeeze. The softness was so close… Hazel wanted to touch as well. This was hardly the first time he had seen Klaus’ cock but the little thrill remained. She leaned back on her bent legs and tucked her arms under her tits. Breast flesh and fluffy fur around her neck billowed up. Her nipples stuck out proudly. Hazel’s arousal was in full control. “You can’t punish those sorority girls, but my girls have been rather naughty! Haven’t you babies?” She gave her tits a small jiggle. Klaus nearly lost control. “Why don’t you take your tool and punish them?” The look she gave him through her single visible eye was all it took. “Hell Yeah!” Complex sentences still eluded him but they were not needed. Klaus stepped out of his pants and shoes and grabbed her shoulder with one hand. He grabbed the base of his dick with the other. Hazel didn’t slap them away. He raised his dick and then let it fall. The first touch of the boob flesh nearly drove him over the edge but Klaus had been enduring Hazel’s temptations for some time now. He could resist. “ooh!” Hazel cooed. The rock hard appendage hit her tits with a firm slap. Her girls were very responsive and rippled under the impact. Tendrils of pleasure buzzed under her skin. Hazel. Klaus raised his dick and slapped it over her cleavage again. Now the pleasure was beginning to travel to under her small paunch. On one paw, like any self-respecting woman, she didn’t like her chest or any part of her to be touched without permission. Klaus pulled her closer and slapped her juggs again. A bead of precum dotted the undulating flesh. “Oh! Mmmm! Ah!” Hazel’s mouth gasped open as Klaus now began to slap more earnestly now. Like he really was punishing her On the other paw…Hazel loved it when her boobs were touched! “Yes! Yes! I’ve been naughty! Especially my boobies!” “Oh Yeah!” Hazel fell into it. Klaus could feel his stress and depression leaving his body with every impact of his rock hard cock against the expanse of jiggling flesh presented to him. It always surprised him when his cock grew even harder. When it became so hard that it hurt, Klaus firmly grasped the base. He then used it like a joystick and rubbed the dripping shaft all over Hazel’s melons. The mushy flesh yielded beneath his stiff rod, eliciting gasps of pleasure from Hazel’s muzzle. Her coos of encouragement caused him to dig in further. Klaus bent his knees and rubbed his cock deeper within. The velvety flesh seemed to absorb the hare’s penis. They almost succeeded. Now, Hazel’s soft moans turned into cries as his hard cock rubbed over equally hard nipples. Now, the pleasure was aimed right for Hazel’s crouch. The violet lingerie was beginning to get soaked with her juice. Her hands itched to rub but this needed to last. Klaus’ cock whupped against her right boob and then the left. He could have done this forever! That ambition was denied, when his cock pulsed in a very familiar way. “No way am I finishing!” He used techniques honed over many years. Clenching the muscles in his stomach and thinking about the dentist. It must have shown on his face. Suddenly Hazel dropped her arm and let her melons bounce against her chest. She reached up and grabbed Klaus hands. “Let’s have more fun!” Hazel was several inches taller than Klaus and at first, had intimidated him. That was not gone but Klaus had realized the advantages of such. He had perfect access to the bigger bunny’s funbags! Hazel laughed as her smaller friend’s firm hands grasped on her tits. The two hares stumbled over each other’s feet before falling back onto Klaus bed, with Hazel beneath him. “Super Boobs!” His hands took on lives of their own as they began their exploration of Hazels magnificent juggs. The wobbling flesh was so warm and firm! For a moment, Klaus was once again a newborn kit his mother’s arms, little paws pressing into the fount of nourishment that were his mother’s breasts. Hazel didn’t lactate, but that made no difference. The flesh of Hazel’s tits bulged between his groping fingers and her nipples danced underneath the hare’s ministrations. He pulled them apart and mashed them together. Some of his other sexual partners would have cried out in agony at what Klaus’ was inflicting. “Oh Yes! Yes! Klaus! Squeeze me!” Hazel was not one of those women. Klaus was determined to pleasure this remarkable woman as much as possible. Her sex was positively soaked now. Klaus could smell it in the air. His head dived downward and took one of Hazels wiggling nipples into his mouth. Hazel let out a long, drawn out moan. The brown fur coating Hazel’s torso flushed and Klaus knew that she had come. “Klaus! Take them off now!” Klaus let out a raspy, growl in the form of the answer. Hazel could feel the vibration through her fat tit. He obeyed his mistress and reached downward. When he couldn’t make it, he reluctantly released the nipple with a snarl. Hazel didn’t want him to let go either but it was a relief when soaked panties were torn off. They flew across the room to land in the same unknown region as the Unfortunate bra. Their sacrifice would not be in vain. Klaus gazed hungrily at the now bare hare before him. Hazel’s eyes gleamed with the same hunger. As one, the two reached for each other. Before Klaus could reattach his muzzle to her tits, Hazel reacted with strength he knew she possessed and found himself pinned beneath the larger Hazel. Her grinning face met hers. The hair tuft that covered her eye tickled his nose. “Thanks…” Now, it was her turn to reach down. Klaus gasped as her hand grasped his rod, precum already streaming from the tip. Hazel’s bubble butt stood up in the air and Klaus moaned anew when her boobs pressed against his slender chest. She shook too and fro ad his cock was guided into Hazel’s warm, wet pussy. Klaus didn’t give a damn if his neighbors hear their combined cries of ecstasy. The pussy’s owner wasted no time and began rock her body back and forth over the white hare. If Klaus was too small for he, he had yet to hear any complaint. The grunts, groans and shouts of the two hares echoed off the walls. Hazel’s hips slapped on top of Klaus’s. The wet tempo adding to the tones of the hare’s voices. Hazel’s strong hands kept their iron grip on the mattress beneath them. Klaus was firmly wedged underneath the larger Hazel and did not to grip for support. His hands were grabbing something much better. “Hazel! You’re so soft!” His hands petted over every inch he could reach. Tits, ass, waist, neck, and everything in between. Some women would have been insulted at being called soft but Hazel smiled. She liked to be soft. She took care of her body, Damn it! Would she be offered drinks at every place she went to if she didn’t? “pant, pant. Much better- grunt- than those- ooh!- stick figures who model those clothes you sell!? Ah! Right there!” “FUCK YES!” Klaus squeezed her bouncing tits so hard it almost hurt but that only made the fluffy hare squeal louder. Klaus just loved this hare, no matter how small her tits and ass made his dick look. As Hazel rode him, Klaus continued to put his hands to good use. He groped, fondled, and pinched up and down her luscious body but they always drifted back to her boobs which were threatening to slap him silly, bouncing into his face. Hazel did some of her own bouncing. Up and down, then side to side, backward and forward. If Klaus didn’t know better, he would have sworn that Hazel was trying to twist his dick right off using only her pussy. It almost succeeded. Klaus felt his body beginning to wind up underneath larger rabbit. No amount of stomach clenching was going to keep himself contained now. With all that boob flesh flying into his face there was no way that he could think of getting his teeth scraped now. Hazel felt her boy toy tense underneath him and the breath on her prodigious chest come in shorter, gasping, gaps. She knew the signs of what was coming. Klaus confirmed it for her. “Fuck! I’m gonna-“ “No!” “Wha?” “Not yet!” Klaus had his question answered when Hazel bucked on top of him and pulled her sopping cunt off of his straining rod. He actually came just a little bit, the white spunk spilling down his throbbing tool. “Fuck! Hazel!” Hazel liked to be dominant but she was never cruel! She wouldn’t deny him this! Hazel suddenly grabbed his arms and the two were flipped over by Hazel’s strength. Klaus found himself on top once more. Hazel panted on the twisted sheets and stared intently into Klaus green eyes. “Finish on my tits!” Hefting the attributes up in her hands. Klaus grinned like a wild man and heaved himself forward onto her lower chest. He wasted no time wedging his length between her wondrous ta-tas, nearly ramming it right into Hazel’s muzzle. On reflex, Hazel opened her muzzle slightly only to have the spaced invaded by cockmeat. Every hair on Klaus’ body stood on end as Hazel’s teeth lightly grazed the sensitive tip. He could not come, not yet. He had to enjoy this chest even more. Using her own hands, she pressed her massive melons tightly around Klaus’ pulsing shaft. Klaus’ own hands joined his. His fingers tweaked and pinched her nipples, eliciting heavy vocalizations. If Klaus were to die now, he would have been perfectly happy. This. This was heaven. Big boobs were the ichor of life for Klaus. Having his dick wedged beneath a pair of big ones was on par with being inside her. He bucked his hips back and forth as if the world would end if he slowed. Hazel squealed again as another orgasm claimed her body, such was the sensitivity of her breasts. That had always been a challenge since she budded, but the rewards were well worth it. Both hares were now coated with sweat. As his dick appeared and reappeared from the vast tunnel of breast flesh, Hazel parted her lips between breaths to take the tip into her mouth. She let the hare’s penis inside only to hold it between her lips and suck it greatly. She released it with a pop. Klaus came a little with the sound. When the throbbing penis reentered, she licked the head and slit with her tongue. Klaus deeply moaned and Hazel was turned on even more. She loved this! Klaus may have been on top but Hazel was in total control. This was why she loved her breasts, even if they did make shirt shopping difficult. With a good pair, Hazel could inflict complete domination. That above all else turned her on more than anything. The edges of Klaus’ vision were beginning to go dark. The sensations were crowding out all other thoughts. His whole world had compressed to the movement of his hips, the hot flesh surrounding his rod and the pert little licks from Hazel’s tongue. Hazel! I can’t - much…longer!” Said hare arched her back and opened her mouth wide. “Come Klaus! Come on my face! My Face!” Klaus gave another buck of his hips. Then a second and a third, his body once again winding up beneath him. The pleasure built up further and further and Klaus’ breath become more and more uneven. Until… “AAAAA!!!!” Had this been a cartoon, there would have been a ‘Ka-Blam’ sound effect echoing through the apartment when Klaus came. His groan did all that was required. He came like an explosion. All that clenching had finally paid off. The pent up cum came in great bursts all over Hazel. “Ah! Oh! Oh God!” Hazel cried out as warm spunk gushed all over her muzzle. It splashed on her lips, on her nose and clung to her whiskers. A few drops landed in her eyes and even up into her hair. Klaus wasn’t the biggest Hazel had ever had but he was the biggest cummer! He was like a sperm cannon! The feeling of all that spunk all over her muzzle pushed Hazel over the edge. “OOOOHHHH!!!” Her own cries echoed off the walls. Both sets of ear involuntary folded to protect themselves. Her inner loins clenched before finally gushing. The fluids drenched her fur and the sheets beneath her gyrating body. And they had just done the laundry. The ride sadly, had to come to a stop. The stream from Klaus’s dick ceased. Still clenching her tits, Klaus gave his hips a few more jerks to make sure he was completely done. With a deep gulp of air, Klaus gasped and then proceeded to slump over the matted fur of his more-than-roommate. Right on top of his favorite part of her body. Hazel sighed deeply and nuzzled into the smaller hare. She finally allowed herself to sink into the mattress, which now was the most comfortable in the world. Her breath came deep and refreshing. Suddenly, she really did feel tired… As he lay pillowed by those wonderful, huggable, juggables, Klaus didn’t even care that he was lying on top of his own jizz. The hare felt a peace descend upon him, deeper than any simple afterglow. No, Klaus felt…contentment. The doubts that had manifested on his walk home today had not dissipated. They would trouble him further in the days to come. For now though, he had blasted the fugue state from his body along with his orgasm. He glanced up into Hazel’s peaceful face, fully embraced by sleep. He reached up into the bigger bunny’s face and brush her peek-a-boo hair away revealing both her closed eyes. “Maybe…just maybe, Hazel will come with me…” It vaguely occurred to him that the sun had barely set, yet Klaus felt himself drift away as well. He could deal with Hazel when he woke up. Klaus smirked beneath his closed eyes. ‘As usual.’ It was a very well spent afternoon. **** Please Favorite! Please Comment!