Another short story I wrote last year for a friend of mine who drew a sexy piece of art for me.
Though I must warn you, this story contains anthropomorphic (Or Furry in simpler terms) characters, not humans. If that's not your cup of tea, leave now, or just waste "BAWWW" space on the comments below.
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On a typical Saturday night, most people would go to bars in search of a good time and drinks, go party with friends or relatives if a special occasion calls for it, or even go see a movie with a date or loved one. For Fraisa, the voluptuous pink bovine of silver hair, her choice was the latter, but with a different approach. A much more naughty, sensual approach...
Twirling a DVD box between her fingers, she talks on her cell phone to a new local friend she wanted to invite over. It didn't take much effort, for the said person had taken an...Interest to her on the first time they met.
"What kind of movie is it?" Said the voice on the other line.
"Oh, that's a surprise, little one." Replied the big cow, her ice blue eyes looking from her small glasses at the cover of the movie box, which was simply lettered "XXX", which one could tell what the contents of the video would be. "Although...it's titled Triple X" She said with a smirk.
"That Vin Diesel movie?"
"Never in a million years, but i do say, it's very...action oriented. But don't worry your cute little head me, dear, I'll make sure you enjoy it.." And with that, she hung up, leaving her new friend to blush at what she meant with those words.
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A half hour later, a knock on the door signaled Fraisa that her movie pal was here. She opens the door...
"H-hi, miss Frai---MMMPPH!!!"
And before the invited one could finish his sentence, the large cow hugs him to her massive breasts, the colossal cleavage produced by her tight green, open cut shirt completely smothering the male between them.
"And hello to you, little Jason." She lets the male down and looks him over, giving a slight moo at the yummy sight. Jason, also known as Soulman as she remembers, was a fit dog of the the golden Carolina breed, a little more than half her towering 10 foot height at five feet and nine inches, his black button up and blue jeans a good fit that showed off his form. While his plain clothes did little to make him stand out, what DID in place of that was his well-trimmed black hair, in which it had a patch of white on the right side on the front of it. Yet what was even more peculiar was that his left eye had a black scar that hooked downwards slightly to the right, having even the laid back bovine wondering how it originated...
But such deep thinking was meant for another time, Fraisa thought to herself, as she carried the newcomer by the hand to her living room. He took a seat on her couch, but soon after was hip bumped onto the floor by Fraisa. "No you don't, little one. This seat's reserved for me." And she slowly lays her thick frame sideways across it, the strong couch groaning from her ton and a half weight. "Besides, gravity is so mean to these huge puppies of mine, and your head would make the perfect rest for them." With a giggle, the bovine rests her massive bosom on Jasons head, making him blush and grunt from the heavy weight and softness. He thought that his neck would almost snap from how heavy they were, a bag full of bowling balls feeling lighter than the cows pair of jiggling breasts, though the softness and warmth that he felt from it was all it took to coax him to stay still with his boobie hat.