In Hot Pursuit

Eighteen inches of horsecock, hot and heavy on her lap was exactly what the doctor ordered. The very anticipation of what was going to happen next was nearly enough to make her cum, was certainly enough to get her instantly wet.

She studied it reverently: the mottled flesh, the medial ring, the rope-like veins that meandered its length. The broad, flat head with an almost flower-like flare around it, and just before she dove in, Judy had a vision of hanging on to it while Party Favor did the helicopter.

Judy got her arms under it and lifted it up, no easy task. It felt like it weighed half as much as she did. She hugged it to her chest, pressing it against her fur, the best dakimakura pillow a bunny could have.

With it braced in the crook of her elbow and pressed against her boobs, she was free to run her other hand up and down its length, marveling at the vitality of it. She traced around the medial ring with a finger, then reached down towards his balls.

They were too far away to reach, unless she shifted her grip. She didn’t want to do that, not yet. Not when his head was right next to her head, touching her shoulder—while she kept exploring his medial ring with her left hand, she turned her head and started licking his flare, getting her first taste of him.

Already, a trail of pre-cum was dribbling off his head, and she eagerly licked up as much as she could

“Roll over,” she demanded.

Party Favor nodded, bobbing his cock, and compiled.

Judy should have known what was coming; she’d already been slapped once with his monster cock. She held on as he cock-slammed her into his belly, almost knocking the wind out of her, but she kept her hold.

Now she was pinned between his dick and his barrel. That wasn't how she’d seen things going, but it was not unpleasant at all. She got both arms wrapped around him, then spread her legs and wrapped them around him, too. She could arch and flex and jerk him off after a fashion.

Sex with a pony was surprisingly athletic.

Party Favor leaned down and kissed her head, then started nibbling on her ear, which turned up the fire in her belly. She let go with her legs, planting them on his loins instead, giving her control of her hips. If she kept her shoulders down, she could jerk him off by flexing her legs. Not the most comfortable position she’d ever attempted, but totally worth it, and she had leg muscles for days, that just came with being a rabbit.

Best yet, she could arch her needy clit into his hot cock at the peak of every stroke, she could feel him sliding between her breasts in the way no paws ever had.

He helped, arching his own back in time with her, breathing in and out to get some extra momentum, the two of them working together for his pleasure and for hers.

Although she focused on his cock, the slow beat of his heart was soothing, as was his breath on her head and his lips on her ears. He hadn’t yet touched her with a hoof, although she was anticipating that he would—before she’d met him, she would have worried that they were hard and clumsy. After having seen him tie so many balloon animals and balloon hats, she realized that they could be as clever as he wanted them to be.

It was good, and it could get better. Judy finally unlaced her fingers and rolled out from under his dick, shivering in the sudden coolness of the room. It was time to get her pony ride.

🥕🥕🥕

Straddling his member was like trying to sit on a snake, and brought back memories of an incident at the Ophiology lab at the Zootopia Institute of Technology. She’d gotten to ride an anaconda then . . . in hindsight, an ill-considered move; the snake wasn’t really under control until Officer Delgato sat on it in her place. Still, it was nice of them to give her a chance.

This anaconda was a lot more fun to wrestle with, and she wasn’t hampered with her uniform. Just her bare fur and flesh. Those fetish films with snakes suddenly made a lot more sense to her.

She gripped around his shaft, a pawspan below his glans, and settled into position just abaft his medial ring, letting his heat radiate up into her, letting it suffuse her before she even moved. Now she could see him, too; see how his eyes were on her, taking in her body. She arched her back to give him a show, to let him see her secret flesh pressed up against his, and then she stretched out, sliding her vulva along his length until she was at full arm’s reach, then she clenched her thighs around him and moved her paws, stroking near his head, before reversing her motion.

Slowly, teasingly, she slid upright again, pausing atop his medial ring and wiggling her hips, and then she stretched out again, sliding far enough back to brush his balls with her tail. A gentle tease before working her way back up again. Sliding her crotch, clenching her thighs, gripping and stroking with her paws, and once he’d started to get used to that she changed things up, bringing her head down to lick him, or keeping her eyes locked on his, or stroking her own nipples.

And why stop there? She planted herself on his medial ring again, ground her cunt against it, one paw braced on his cock while the other went between her legs, between the two of them, in between her lips until it was wet all the way to the palm.

Judy leaned back down, painting her arousal on his head, around his glans, and then touched him under the nose with it, watching his nostrils flare and his upper lip pull back, holding her scent in.

She wanted to kiss him, but not yet. Instead, she slid down his cock again, and this time when she was sitting on his medial ring, he reached out a hoof and brushed it against her belly, stroking up against the grain of her fur, a weird but pleasurable sensation. It was cool and hard and almost sharp on the edge, and Party Favor used that to his advantage, varying his touch as he stroked her length, tracing around her jawline and up her cheek, then back down again, this time eliciting different sensations. His hooves were big, and yet had a gentle touch.

He paused at her nipple, catching it with the sharp edge of his hoof enough to almost border on pain, and then pulled back, stroking her thigh before wrapping his fetlock around his cock.

That was cheating; it was supposed to be all hers. Every inch of it. Doubt kicked in—was she not doing a good enough job?

She stretched and leaned down, trapping his leg between his cock and herself, ignoring how it dug into her ribs, intent on keeping her prize to herself.

The problem was that he didn’t have anything to do except watch her masturbate him and she realized that might get boring. She obviously wasn't out of hoof-reach, but of course those weren’t sensitive. How could they be? He didn’t have shoes nailed to his hooves, but the stallion and mare she’d encountered earlier had, and she’d once watched with morbid fascination as Chief Bogo pulled a nail out of his hoof without even flinching.

He’d then kicked the offending door the rest of the way down with the same hoof.

Judy pulled herself up Party Favor’s cock, inchworming her way to the very tip, where her fingers could work their way around his head, where they could explore and pleasure the sensitive flesh there. She also let her tongue work his head, and then stretched out and kissed him, grinding on his cock as their lips locked, as he pressed his tongue against hers.

As he throat-punched her with his tongue, she came to the sudden realization that while she might not be able to fit his cock inside, she could find out just how dexterous he was with his mouth.

He might not like it; some guys didn’t want to go down on a girl. They were fine with her slobbing their knob, but the moment she presented her minky to them, they wussed out.

Judy pulled back and sat upright again, planting herself firmly on his flesh, before turning, reversing her earlier position. Now her paws were gripping him near his root, now the full extent of her stretch took her nose up to his balls, musky and dusky. She ran her tongue over the seam of flesh that joined the two, relishing in the taste even as she felt her clit bump up against his glans. Was he enjoying the show?

He must have been; she felt a hot breath under her tail and then the most delicate touch against her fur, giving her a moment’s anticipation before his lips touched hers, before his tongue brushed up against her flower, teasing the borders as she pulled away. Tighten against his cock, pull back in, she could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his member, and then push back, presenting herself to him once again.

Once again, his tongue pressed up against her. This time it slid against slick folds, this time it found its target. It had filled her mouth, and now it filled her nethers. She tensed, sucked in a breath as it pushed in, filling her completely.

It felt so good she almost forgot she was on top of his cock; her entire being was focused on only one thing as he licked her inside and out, reaching everyplace she couldn’t in a way nothing had compared to before.

Every time he pulled back brought another moment of giddy anticipation before his tongue returned, lasting who knew how long before she started to come back to the present, to the length of dick under her belly, still wanting her attention.

She moaned in pleasure and buried her face in his balls, stroking his dick as best she could while he tongue-fucked her to the brink and beyond, leaving her moaning and quivering on top of him.

And then she slowly returned to reality as he relaxed his tongue, giving her a minute to breathe and recover. Party Favor was a conscientious lover, and here she was not doing her part . . .

His saliva made everything slicker, and that benefitted both. She sat more upright, concentrating on grinding herself against him, against the meat monster between her legs, this time using his medial ring almost as a handle, a place to return to with occasional excursions to his root and his balls just to keep things mixed up.

He let her concentrate—mostly. A few explorations with his tongue, and he stroked her back with his hoof as she rode his cock, finally sliding herself up its whole length and incidentally planting her ass on his muzzle.

She hefted his meat again, dragging his head up her torso, guiding it across her breasts, leaving a trail of pre-cum behind. He started licking her again, this time short strokes focused around her clit as she brought his head up to her chin, as she regarded it face-on. It wouldn’t fit in her mouth, but she could work her way around it as she stroked as much of his shaft as she could.

Now she was grateful for his help as he once again wrapped his foreleg around, giving himself long, languid strokes while also supporting most of the weight, letting her concentrate on exploring with her tongue and her lips, letting her keep up a rhythm with her arms that matched his.

As he sped up his pace, Judy covered as much of his head as she could. She knew what was coming, and yet she was totally unprepared for the sheer volume. Two spurts, her mouth was full, she couldn’t swallow fast enough, cum was dripping out her nose. She pulled back and let him paint her with jizz, a few final enthusiastic drops raining down on her head

Judy wiped her eyes clear and regarded the mess. A towel wasn’t going to cut it this time; she needed a hose.

It was hot, simultaneously sticky and slippery, and she ran her hands down her body, across her breasts, literally bathing in his jizz, watching as he went flaccid, as his dick dropped to his belly, releasing yet another lazy spurt of cum.

She was expecting it to pull all the way back into his sheath, but it instead stayed flopped across his belly as he started fucking her with his tongue again, as she ground her ass against his nose. It was still dripping as she came again, as she gripped the short fur on his belly, and she finally collapsed against his cock, hugging it to herself.