Characters involved in my story are furry which has them walk on two legs and talk. Written for the macro furry community. All characters are my own and are written to be eighteen years and older.
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It was not turning out to be Hutchinson's day. He noticed his broken antler next to him after the deer boy was thrown to the ground like a rag doll by the athletic bunny girl. She straddled his small body making his blush visible against his white cheeks getting a good view of her washboard abs before her fist landed on his face.
"You really fucked up this time doe boy!" said the bunny girl stuffing sand into his mouth. She was furious about what had happened during the sailing regatta, almost costing the team the match in the process. Hutchinson had forgotten to warn her about the incoming boom during a tack. Luckily, the bunny girl dove off the side of their racing boat before getting smacked square on her butt.
She winced from sitting on him through gritted teeth. Her fists turn into slaps of descending wrath.
Hutchinson coughed out the sand and shook his head. "I-I'm sorry Vanessa...I-I wasn't..."
His eyes were drawn to the cleavage of her red swimsuit, the light from the sun outlined the black fur of her C-sized breasts. Hutchinson couldn't control his member growing into her thick muscular thigh.
Vanessa noticed and balled up her fist. "Having a nice view you perverted little freak?!" Hutchinson felt the pain of her fists pummeling his face, drawing more blood onto the sand. Hutchinson could hear snickers coming from the sail house. Great, now everyone would give him shit later. Getting hard while receiving a severe beatdown by the team captain wasn't a good look.
Vanessa seemed nice enough, if not incredibly determined to be a champion sailor. What attracted Hutchinson to her was her athleticism, a body sculpted close to perfection with cut muscles. The red deer's nose bleeds a bit more thinking about it as he lay there staring at the sky quietly mulling his life choices and tastes.
Vanessa got off of him. Her ears flopped to the side, finished with her beat down.
"Don't come around here any more shrimp doe. As team captain, you're off the sailing team." Vanessa spat on him and turned back to the boat house with a flick of her ears.
Hutchinson turned his head to the boat house where every team member stood and watched from the window. The sailing coach, a portly hippo ignored what was happening to him. The red deer felt small and weak. Ever since coming to Willow-Brook University, he had turned 18 and still hadn't hit his growth spurt yet. Only a scrawny 4-foot-8 with small antlers. Now he looked strange with one broken off. Thoroughly emasculated.
Hutchinson's ears twitched toward the open door of the boat house. "Way to go, Vanessa, I can't believe he's into you beating him." Followed by. "Yeah, what a weirdo."
"Don't worry team he won't be coming back here again," Vanessa said. Everyone on the team seemed to follow the gorgeous black bunny's lead and closed the doors to get on with the after-race meeting.
Hutchinson blinked and quietly got up from the sand. He whimpered a little at touching his broken antler, the symbolic masculinity of all deer anthros.
"Bitch!" He spat but recognized it was his fault for almost severely injuring his teammate. He gritted his bloodied teeth feeling like a loser.
Hutchinson's blunder almost took Vanessa's head off, she was right to be furious. The red deer became the ultimate form of a failed crewman that couldn't synergize with a teammate that was way out of his league on the dating spectrum.
"Hey there? Do you need a paw?" Hutchinson jumped and turned around. His stress increased as he saw who had asked him. Well, speaking of out of his league, this day might've just gotten worse. A 6-foot-3 golden brown collie girl with silver highlights towered over him. She held his broken antler.
"I-I am f-fine. You want a p-piece of me to-o?" He said desperately trying to put on a tough act, which came off as more comical given her size advantage over him.
The collie girl countered with a warm smile. "Oh no, don't be like that. I only wanted to help."
Hutchinson looked her over. The beautiful collie had a bit of an athletic physic in her tight green gym shorts that hugged her ample butt and went halfway down her thick thighs that looked like they could crash his head if he wasn't careful. She leaned forward so Hutchinson could get a good look at her fitting blue crop top. She extended the paw holding the antler.
"T-thank..you?" He took the antler still suspicious of her.
"I wanted to talk to you after the race, but that rabbit you were sailing with jumped you." The collie girl said, rubbing the back of her head.
"Why didn't you stop her?" Hutchinson grew more suspicious.
"I...I wanted to break that bitches spine if I'm being honest. The way she was treating you...but I didn't want to make a scene...for you."
Hutchinson's eyes widened. Was she hitting on him?
"What's this all about?" He asked.
The collie girl cocked her head and grinned. "I wanted to ask you to take part in a special project of mine?"
The amazon looked around to make sure no one was listening. Hutchinson was a little uneasy about her unusual behavior.
"What kind of project?" Hutchinson raised an eyebrow.
"Not here...let's go somewhere...more private."
Hutchinson wasn't sure he looked down and spat some of the blood out from his mouth trying to get rid of the sand.
"I-I guess. I have some time." Hutchinson replied it would beat going back to the dorms feeling even more depressed. But like the color of the muscle girl's fur, his day was brightening up.
"I am Sylvia by the way," She said extending her paw again. Hutchinson took it noticing she gripped it firmly and almost crippling his hand.
"Ow! You trying to kill me," Hutchinson said, blushing from more embarrassment. Good thing there was no one watching them anymore from the boat house.
Sylvia blushed and licked his hand. "Aw, my bad. I don't know my own strength sometimes."
"Yeah, uh, no problem...I'm Hutchinson by the way...but my friends call me Hutch." Wincing through the feeling of his hand caught in a pair of vice grips. Damn, she nearly broke it!
Sylvia turned on her paw and signaled Hutch to follow her. The red deer walked closely behind her as they made their way down towards the beach.
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The heat from the hot sand felt good under Hutch's hooves, the calm sound of the waves did little to ease his anxiety. What was he doing? Sylvia could be leading him somewhere to get jumped by her monstrous boyfriend or something. She kept a brisk pace slightly in front of him with her paw pads leaving deep impressions.