The lights were low and the music loud. The smell of weed and cigarette smoke burned his throat, so he kept a drink in his hand. Michael Panthera was a tiger on the prowl. He'd graduated college last year, but he had made many friends while on the basketball team and could use the break from work.
"Nice party!" He shouts over the music at a small white rabbit. If he ignored the extra 10 inches of ears standing on top of their head, the bunny barely reached his shoulder.
"It's alright," The bunny responds in kind, looking up at the striped creature in the dim lighting.
"I heard you're the host?" Michael half says, half asks. The beat of the next song seemed to shake the walls themselves, and a curvy antelope climbed drunkenly on the coffee table to start dancing.
For a moment he considers leaving his spot on the wall to dance with her. Men and women from around the room all flock to join in on the fun. She's not his type, however. He prefers them petite and less likely to impale him. His large frame makes him an awkward dancer anyway.
"That's Tyler!" The rabbit shouts, drawing Michael's attention back to him. "The polar bear by the pool table. He's my roommate."
Yeesh. So he was right that the bunny lived here, but he'd heard wrong about him being the host. Makes sense, since he doesn't seem to be having much fun, but there went his opening line. What should he say? 'Cool'? 'Sorry'?
Suddenly the white rabbit grabbed his arm and rose up onto his tiptoes, whisper-shouting into his ear, "Wanna go to my room?"
Michael stares down into a pair of raspberry red, albino eyes. There was no hesitation on his face, only a slight smile. Michael nods.
The smaller creature grabs a big tiger paw and drags him past the bathroom and into the far bedroom. It's about the size of a walk in closet, with only a double bed and anime posters plastering the walls.
"Oh! My hero! I've seen a couple seasons of this, who's your favorite-" Michael is distracted by a mouthy kiss to his collarbone, the rabbit's hands pushing up the sides of his shirt.
"You wanna fuck me?" The albino asks loudly, the sound of the music still thrumming in their chests.
"Um. Yeah." Michael pauses before nodding. Usually he's the one making the first move. And the second move. And all the moves after that, actually.
The rabbit drops the shirt and steps back, ears slightly back as he stares up at the taller figure, "Are you sure? I just thought it'd be fun."
"Hell yes!" The tiger clarified, lifting and tossing the rabbit onto the small bed, pouncing and kissing all over the bunny's neck and shoulder. If there's sex on the table, and with such a cute little thing, Michael will not second guess his chance.
He could feel the bunny's moan more than he could hear it, sliding his hands up under the pink v-neck and finding a soft, flat chest. This was the moment he realized the bunny he'd been hitting on was, in fact, male.
Michael pulled the shirt off the small rabbit and further inspected his discovery. A light flush was clearly visible across his caucasian skin. It traveled across his cheeks and forehead and down across his shoulders, perhaps a hint even on his alabaster chest but that could be the lighting in the small room. There was a slight tent in his fitted jeans.
Michael leaned down and kissed him, soft and first and then more and more urgently. Apparently gender did not matter to him at all. Hands reached for buttons and zippers, fingers dug into sides as they frotted. Neither wanted to break the kiss, but the rabbit's mind wouldn't quiet.
"Let's switch," He insisted breathlessly, pushing on the big cat's chest. He wiggled out from under him, and Michael finally got a glance at his perfectly round, white bunny tail. Right above his perfectly round, white bubble butt to be frank.
The room's owner dug under the bed for some condoms and lube, then settled himself between the tiger's legs. The bunny rubbed his face against a tanned, lightly striped thigh, his soft ears lightly brushing against the tiger's length. Then he went to work.
Michael could only watch as the beautiful creature before him, still wearing a light rose blush, fingered himself. The rabbit's cock was small and pale, with a pink head. Michael decided that he found everything about the albino to be adorable. His slender hips. That round ass. The white fur and porcelain skin, and the way it contrasted his own tanned skin with orange and black tufts. The seduction on that innocent looking face.
The rabbit lunged forward and started licking Michael's cock as he fingered. The taste of cock only seemed to rile him up even more. Michael reached out and touched a fluffy bit of white fur on the top of his head, groaning softly at the delicate tease.
"So soft." He thought, then a mouth surrounded the tip of his cock and his thoughts went elsewhere. "Don't thrust." He guided the rabbit's mouth down slowly. "Don't grab." His fingers tangled in the rabbit's hair as he lowered further.
