## Archive-name: kerja.rabbit

From: snarler@maple.circa.ufl.edu (Drifter...)

Subject: STORY: Kerja Rabbit

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"HOME ALONE"

I felt a tingle of anticipation as I walked up the path to Kelly's house. It had been a while since I was able to come over, and even though I had no complaints about my live-in human lover back home, or my other friends, I found that I had missed my excitable (and often insatiable) otter friend and lover. Hopefully, he and I would be able to spend time together today.

I knocked on the door, and waited a moment. Odd... nobody answered, yet I was sure that someone was home. Kelly's car was still in the driveway, and when I tried the knob I found the front door unlocked. So I knocked again, and waited. Still no answer. Puzzled, I opened the door and went on inside the house. I was pretty sure Kelly wouldn't mind, and I wanted to find out what was going on. All I could think of was either he was sick in bed again and unwilling or unable to answer the door, or else he was busy with another bed-related activity he didn't want to be disturbed with - and in either case, I wanted in on whatever was happening. Even if he _was_ sick.... I remember the _last_ time I came over and he was ill. Between him, me, and his girlfriend Nikki, we discovered, if not a cure, at least the best form of relief for the common cold. I closed the door behind me, and looked around for my otter friend.

"Kelly?" I called. No response, and no sign of him in the living room. I figured the den was the closest and most logical place to look next; a lot of activity takes place in there, although probably not the kind the architect had in mind when he designed the house. I crossed the living room and poked my head into the den. Still no sign of him. I went inside and looked around a bit more. I chuckled softly as I saw a familiar, flesh- colored object half-hidden under the couch.... obviously Nikki, at least, had been in here earlier; a theory which was confirmed when I saw a tape sticking out of the slot on the VCR, which according to the label was one of her x-rated furry films. I chuckled softly to myself, imagining her watching the movie and playing with the toy she'd left behind. Nikki's a lot of fun, and a special friend besides; the night I met her was the first time I ever really made love to another female. I looked forward to seeing her almost as much as Kelly. "Tsk tsk, Nikki," I said to the empty room. "Didn't your mother teach you to pick up your toys when you're through with them?" I chuckled. I bent over and picked up the toy; a large vibrator molded in the shape of an otter's penis. Suddenly my sensitive ears picked up the sound of someone moving around upstairs. I knew that Kelly's bedroom was directly above the den, so I was pretty sure that was him moving around. I put the vibrator back down on the couch and stepped back out of the den. I stood at the foot of the stairs, then called out, "Oh sugarfurrrrr....."

A second later, a brown blur streaked down the stairs and fairly leaped at me! I barely had time to recognize Kelly before I was bowled backwards by my overzealous otter friend. We tumbled backwards, winding up on the floor with Kelly on top of me, staring deep into my eyes with unmistakable delight. He cried out "I _missed_ you, luv!", then planted a rapid-fire series of licks and kisses all over my muzzle.

I wrapped my arms around his sleek form and hugged him tightly to me, and interrupted his rapid licks by engaging him in a long, deep kiss. Our tongues searched for and wrapped around each other as the kiss continued, all our pent-up passions coming out at once, until finally we broke away, slightly breathless. "I missed you too, sugarfur," I said, as I stroked his fur. I noticed his fur was slightly damp still, and realized that he was probably had just gotten out of the shower. "Hope you don't mind that I just came on in, Kelly," I said. "I knocked, but nobody answered, and since your car's still here I knew you must be home. I thought maybe you were in bed, or otherwise occupied."

"Oh, that's all right luv," he said, as he snuggled against me. As he shifted, I could feel a certain pressure against my thigh which confirmed his pleasure in seeing me again. "Nice to 'ave you back, me lit'le fluffbunny... I _did_ miss you. Where've you been all this time, luv?"

I caressed the back of his head gently, and put a few gentle licks on his muzzle. "Sorry, sugarfur. I just haven't been able to get away for a while. It's not always easy to get out here, you know, and I really have been busy with all kinds of things. But I'm here now, aren't I?" I said this last with a giggle as I slid my hands down his back.

"Yeah... trouble is, luv, I've got t' go in a few minutes. I was just about t' be on me way t' me bowlin' tournament when I 'eard you down 'ere." I could see the disappointment on his face, and I felt a bit let-down as well.

"Oh... I guess I picked a bad time to come over, then?"

"Well... I won't be gone all that long, luv." He licked my muzzle a few times, and ran one hand up my side and then caressed my right breast through my blouse.

His touch, and the pressure of his cock against my leg, brought out the pent-up desires in me and I slowly slid my hands down to caress his rump. I giggled as I felt the pressure get more intense against my leg, and knew I was arousing him. "Well... I'll wait for you to come home, sugarfur. It's been so long... I do want to spend time with you. Especially since you're so glad to see me."

He pressed his hips against me, and rubbed my breast a bit more sensuously. "Oh? An' 'ow would you know that, luv?"

I giggled again, and tickled the base of his tail, making him gasp amd wriggle. "It's kind of hard to miss, sugarfur."

"Or just _'ard_, luv?"

"That too..."

"'Ope I didn't get you too wet, luv.... just stepped out o' the shower a minute ago."

"So I noticed." In fact, my blouse and skirt had gotten fairly damp from his fur, but I was so happy to see him I didn't particularly care. "It's OK, sugarfur.... nobody stays dry around here for too long anyway." I giggled and winked at him, hoping he caught my double meaning.

Obviously he did, because he giggled too, and started tickling my nipple with one clawtip. "That's for sure, luv.... 'specially with sexy critters like you, Kerja."

I felt my nipple harden under his tickling, and I'm sure he could tell that I had on no bra underneath the blouse. I decided to up the ante a bit. I gave him a deep kiss, and moved one hand between our bodies so that I could tickle his furry sheath. I felt him stiffen and shudder at this new, more intimate sensation, and then melt into my caresses. Then suddenly, as we broke the kiss, he grabbed me tightly and rolled us both over so that I was now lying on top of him. While the high point of my mating cycle was still over a month away, I _felt_ like I was in heat; my thoughts were getting foggy with lust, and all I could think of was how badly I wanted him. I giggled, and then gave him a sexy smile. "I know you have to be going, sugarfur, but - " I paused to lift my skirt to just above my waist, showing Kelly that I wasn't wearing panties either. "After being apart for so long, it'd be nice if we could at least get reacquainted before you have to dash off." I grinned in a very sexy manner, leaving no mistake as to what I meant. "I know it'd have to be a quick one, but...."

Kelly licked his muzzle and smiled. "I don't mind, luv..."

Me either. While I would rather take things nice and easy, for an hour or two of lovemaking, there's nothing wrong with a quickie; sometimes it can be a real boost for the rest of the day. I held my skirt high, so Kelly could see all the action. I lowered myself down until the tip of his hard eight-incher was just touching my warm muff, which was slightly damp from anticipation. "Shall we go for it, sugarfur?"

His response was to thrust upwards with his hips, pushing the tip of his cock into my waiting love-channel. With a squeak of delight, I lowered myself down onto his shaft, taking him fully inside me in one long, smooth stroke. I moaned as I felt his full length slide up into me, and then started a steady up- and-down thrusting. It was a little uncomfortable at first, since I wasn't quite wet enough for full penetration so soon, but it took me only a few strokes before my lovejuices were flowing readily, lessening the friction enough for me to increase the pace. Knowing we didn't have much time for subtleties, I didn't stop, or change pace, or do any of the other things I'd normally do to keep him just under the boil and drive him crazy with lust. Not that I really needed to drive him crazy; our two weeks apart was more than making up for it, for both of us. Once I had a steady rhythm going, I dropped my skirt and bent back down, supporting myself on my elbows. From this angle, Kelly had a clear view down my blouse, and I could tell he enjoyed the sight of my full, furry breasts bouncing underneath the fabric. I would have taken my blouse off completely, and my skirt as well, but I didn't want to stop now for anything. "Oohh, Kelly.... sugarfur.... I've missed you so much," I managed to say between moans.

Kelly groaned something unintelligible; in typical otter fashion, he was already well on his way to climaxing. Otters do tend to be excitable and just a bit hyperactive, compared to most others, and their matings tend to be brief, intense, and sometimes a bit violent. Kelly, to his credit, is not as high- strung as most, and can keep up sustained lovemaking for some time when he wants to. But right now he wasn't holding anything back, and I suspected that it wasn't just because we were short on time. I felt the intensity too; my own feelings for Kelly were so strong that it felt as though it had been months or years since we'd last seen one another, instead of just a couple of weeks. He moaned again, louder, and started to thrust his hips upward against me. I squealed, and thrusted even harder against him, adding a little back-and-forth motion to my downward strokes so that our crotches would press and rub together.

Suddenly, I felt him shudder underneath me, and realized he was getting ready to climax any second now. Quickly I sat up again and started to ride Kelly's thick eight-incher for all I was worth, pumping up and down and grinding my hips back and forth. My hands dropped down to my crotch; I pulled up my skirt with one hand, giving Kelly a clear view, while I started to rub both our crotches with the other, using light, feathery strokes designed to get us both off as quickly as possible.

And it worked, too. Kelly barely managed to groan out the words "'tis wonderful, luv", before he moaned, pressed himself hard against me, shuddered, and then let out a loud shout of ecstasy as he came. I felt his cock pulse inside me, and warm slipperyness as his cum jetted deep into me. I moved my hand a little and started to rub my sensitive clit furiously, giving myself a stimulation so intense it was almost painful. Within a few more seconds a convulsive shudder ran up my back and the unbearable, tingly pleasure from my clit exploded through my whole body. I screamed Kelly's name as my pent-up desire and lust for him was released in that one brief, explosive moment of pleasure. I was barely aware of Kelly pulling me back down to him, and caressing my nipples and tail. In the midst of an already intense orgasm, his caresses were too much to bear, and I came again on the spot, moaning in uncontrollable pleasure and lust.

Finally we were both spent, and we collapsed into a panting, furry pile. I snuggled against Kelly for a few minutes, just enjoying his presence, and his familiar, musky scent. As I snuggled, I kept shifting my hips just a little, enjoying the gentle pleasure of his still-hard member deep inside me. Then, as we both regained our breath, I slowly sat up on my knees and lifted myself off of Kelly, gasping softly as his cock slid free from my warm love-nest. I moved aside, reached down to gently spread his legs apart, then kneeled between his legs and bent down to lick at his glistening cock and wet crotchfur. Again, being short on time, I didn't waste time teasing him; instead, I just gave him a rapid but thorough tongue-cleaning below, licking away our combined love-juices.

"Ohhhh yessss.... that's sooooo nice, Kerjaaaa.." Kelly moaned in pleasure as I tongued him all over... then suddenly he tensed, and I looked up to see what was wrong. He was staring at the clock beside the couch. "Oh 'ell, luv... Kerja, I really need t' be goin'..."

I could tell he was torn between going out to his bowling league and staying here to make love all day. I _wanted_ him to stay, but since he'd already had previous plans, and I _did_ come over without checking first, it wasn't fair of me to stand in his way. Especially since it was a tournament league, and Kelly couldn't just say "I don't feel like bowling today" and not show up. I quickly finished up my tongue-cleaning and sat back, licking my chops. "I know, sugarfur. I just didn't think you should go out all sticky like that." I grabbed his hand and pulled him up with me as I got to my feet, then gave him a friendly shove towards the stairs. "Go on and get dressed, Kelly!"

He gave me a passionate hug, and whispered "Thanks, luv." Then he dashed back up the stairs. A few moments later he came running back down, dressed in pants and a bowling shirt. "Good thing I 'ad me clothes ready t' go, it was!"

I grabbed him and gave him a quick, passionate kiss. "Good luck, sugarfur... I'll see you when you get home, I guess."

"Right, luv. I won't be gone all that long. Probably be back in three hours or so, maybe less. Make yourself at 'ome 'till then, luv... I'm sure you'll find ways t' pass the time, you will!"

"I'm sure I will... maybe I'll go through Nikki's toybox!" I giggled, then gave him a warm smile and a hug. "Don't worry about me, sugarfur, I'll be fine."

"Well, I 'ate t' be runnin' off like this an' leavin' you all alone after you come all this way..." He gave me an evil grin, and continued, "Kinda feel like I'm eatin' and runnin', I do."

I laughed, and ruffled the fur on his cheek. "It's OK, Kelly. I should have checked to see if you had plans first; it's my fault for coming over unannounced. You just go have fun, and don't worry about me." I giggled, and struck my sexiest pose for him. "Maybe the thought of a sexy, horny bunny waiting for you will give you some inspiration, hm?" Then I gave him another friendly push, towards the front door. "Now get going, sugarfur, or you'll have a hard time explaining why you're late!"

He chuckled. "I was molested, I was.... but I enjoyed it! See ya in a bit, luv..." He gave me a final hug, then grabbed his keys and his bowling bag. I held the door open, and he gave me a last peck on the cheek as he walked out the door. "Bye, luv!"

"Bye, Kelly!" I called out after him. "Don't worry... I'll keep everything warm for you!" I giggled and closed the door, then stood by the window and waved to him as he jumped in his car and pulled out of the driveway.

I sighed as his car vanished into the distance, and let the drapes fall back across the window. I dropped onto the large couch, and just stared into space for a few moments. In spite of my earlier cheerful assurances to Kelly, I felt vaguely dissatisfied, and just a touch irritated at being left alone. I got up from the couch, and started to wander around the house aimlessly, half-hoping to find Nikki, or maybe even their human housemate Jerry, in one of the other rooms. Since his is on the downstairs floor, the first room I checked was Jerry's. It was the typical room of a human male, nothing terribly interesting... especially since Jerry wasn't in it. Neither was anyone in the kitchen, laundry room, downstairs bath, or out by the pool. As I passed the laundry room again on my way back inside, it occurred to me that my clothes were still somewhat damp... and there were a few spots on the lower edge of my skirt that were wet with something other than water, as well. I stepped into the laundry room, stripped off my skirt and blouse, and tossed them into the washer. I started to set the washer to "small load" when I noticed the laundry basket beside the washer was nearly full. I decided that while I was at it I may as well toss the whole load into the washer, along with my clothes. I sorted out the clothes between color and whites, out of habit, and then tossed in the colored clothes, added soap, and started the machine through its cycles, then resumed my wanderings through the house. This added a bit to my unease, walking through someone else's house in my fursuit. For a moment, I felt a bit guilty; then suddenly I laughed at myself and felt my tension ease off. "You're being silly, Kerja!" I told myself. And I was, too; I'd walked around in the nude in this house several times before. The only difference was that now, I had the house to myself, and I realized that it was the _quiet_ that was making me feel so uneasy. I was used to this house being full of noises; of friendly faces, and talking, and the sounds of lovemaking and loving. Being alone and naked in someone else's home was a bit unnerving, but I figured I'd get used to it.

I proceeded up the stairs, still half-hoping to find Nikki. I looked in the guest room, which was empty, then went down to Kelly and Nikki's room, also empty. I sighed, and sat down on the bed, realizing I really _did_ have the place to myself for a while. Again, I stared into space for a few minutes, thinking to myself. I felt at something of a loss as to what to do next; it was that strange feeling we all get sometimes, when all we know is that we _want_ _something_, but don't yet know _what_ we want.

Next thing I knew, I heard a faint, harsh buzzing sound from downstairs. After a moment, it occurred to me that it was the sound made by a washing machine when it finishes its cycles. I looked over at the clock, and was startled to find I'd apparantly spent a good half-hour just staring into space. With another heavy sigh, I slid off the bed and made my way back downstairs to the laundry room. I took the clothes out of the washer and tossed them into the dryer, took a dryer sheet from the box on the shelf and tossed it in, then started the dryer. Again out of sheer habit, I found myself picking up the pile of whites and tossing them into the washer, then suddenly burst out laughing at myself again. Well, Kelly did say I'd find ways to pass the time... but I'll bet the last thing he expected was for me to do his laundry for him! I shrugged, added soap to the machine as well as just a touch of bleach, then started the washer on its merry way again. Not as if I had anything else to do, really...

I still had that vague "don't know what I want" feeling, so I resumed my wanderings through the house, figuring that whatever it was that I was subconsciously searching for, I'd know it when I saw it. I drifted into the kitchen, and decided I was a little hungry, so I opened the refrigerator and examined the contents for a moment. Nothing seemed to provide any flash of inspiration, so I selected a couple of carrots, and poured myself a glass of milk. As I nibbled on the carrots I searched the cupboards to see if there was anything there that I wanted. Inside the third cabinet was a stack of a half-dozen of those microwave meals - the kind you can put on your shelf instead of refrigerating or freezing. Since this discovery produced a vague spark of interest, I selected one labeled "beef stew" and put it in the microwave, then sat down to eat after it was cooked. It was tasty enough, and while I was eating I felt better. But after I had finished eating and cleaned up after myself, that uneasy discontent settled in again. "Oh _damn_," I said out loud, repeating my earlier thoughts. "I _want_ something.... now _why_ can't I think of what it is I'm looking for?!"

I leaned against the sink and thought for a moment. What _did_ I want? Kelly, of course... but he wasn't here, and wouldn't be back for two or three more hours at least. Nikki? Jerry? Well... yes, but they were gone too, and I had no idea where they were or when they'd be back. Wanting them was _part_ of my discontent, but I still felt there was something else... "Oh hell," I said to myself. "I'll just go watch TV... maybe it'll either inspire me or take my mind off whatever it is."

Having made this decision, I wandered back into the den and flopped down on the couch, picked up the remote on the coffee table and flipped on the TV set. I scanned a couple of channels and finally settled on a movie that looked somewhat interesting. I lay back to watch. After a few minutes, I found that while the movie wasn't providing inspiration, it _was_ taking my mind off things, so I relaxed into the couch.

It wasn't too long, though, before I became aware of a cool, hard object pressing into my left side. I reached down between my body and the back of the couch; upon discovering the offending object, half-jammed into the crack between the back and bottom cushions, I pulled out.... the otter-penis-shaped toy that Nikki had left behind. I studied it for a moment, then looked up at the entertainment center and realized that her x-rated tape was still in the VCR. Suddenly I felt curious to see what was on that tape; I got up and pushed the cassette back into the machine, then pressed the rewind key and settled back onto the couch. When the tape snapped to a halt a few minutes later, I pressed the "play" key on the remote. After a moment, the movie I had been watching (which had turned out to be fairly bland after all) was replaced by the opening titles of something which was _much_ more interesting.

The film was obviously an amateur production, probably someone's home movie shot with a camcorder; but what the film itself may have lacked in production quality, the participants more than made up for in other ways. The credits rolled over a scene of a male and female fox caressing each others' chests. As the credits ended and I got my first close look at the two foxes I saw that the female was quite generously endowed; her full, firm breasts were so large the male's hand only covered a little over half of one as he caressed it. I felt a bit envious of her, until my hand unconsciously wandered up to caress my own breasts and I realized that mine too were full and firm, and that my hand as well was insufficient to cover the surface of one. I knew I was silly to be comparing myself to the vixen, but I couldn't help but admire her generous bust size. As the male caressed her, the female's sighs of pleasure were quite genuine... as would mine have been in her place, for the male appeared to have a feather-light touch, and he would sometimes gently pinch the vixen's nipple and roll it between thumb and finger.

I kept watching as the two foxes settled onto their bed and started to make love. I felt incredibly warm and horny from watching these two, and started to follow along with their movements by caressing myself in whatever way the male did to the vixen. When he started to tickle her furry muff, I did the same to myself, pretending that it was him doing it to me. I concentrated on duplicating his moves as well as I could, and soon found myself gasping with the same delight and pleasure that was gripping the vixen onscreen. I felt myself getting wetter by the moment; my eyes darted briefly to the vibrator laying beside me, and I considered using it, but then I decided to hold off until the two foxes actually mated, and keep up the fantasy of being in the vixen's place. It was so hard to hold out, though, for the male was deliberately driving the vixen wild with desire by teasing her, never _quite_ letting her cum under his careful fingering. And since I was duplicating his touches on myself, I too was becoming desperate to orgasm, but somehow I found the strength to hold off, determined to match the foxes move for move and not break the fantasy.

Just when I though I couldn't hold out another second, though, the vixen suddenly whimpered and begged her partner to make her climax. Even then, he teased her a little more, until she pleaded with him again and he _finally_ plunged his fingers into her depths, rubbing her clit with his thumb. I did the same, and both I and the vixen came almost at the same moment; my screams drowned out hers as my whole body exploded in pleasure so intense it made me cry. Tears streamed down my face as I kept fingering myself furiously, orgasming over and over; it felt so good I just couldn't stop myself. I somehow kept my eyes fixed on the screen and saw the vixen climaxing ever bit as fiercely as I was, but in a different fashion; her tail was straight in the air, her face buried in the pillows, and her sharp claws were raking the headboard. Even in the middle of my orgasm, this struck me as funny as I thought to myself that they must go through a lot of furniture that way, and couldn't help but laugh at the idea.

Finally I collapsed, exhausted, and just watched for a few minutes as the vixen turned the tables on her lover. She started to lick and nibble at the male's shaft, giving him the same torture-by-pleasure treatment he'd done to her a moment ago. I could see on his face how badly he wanted to cum, but she refused to let him, and batted his hands away every time he reached for his shaft to try to bring himself off. Just as she started to take his cock into her mouth, I heard a loud, harsh buzzing. I squealed, startled, and stood up so quickly I got dizzy and fell against the pool table. I swore softly, and froze the tape for a moment. Damn washer again...

I stalked into the laundry room and tended to the machines, unloading the dryer (which had finished, but apparantly either it didn't buzz like the washer or I had been so involved in my fantasy/masturbation I'd missed it), and transferring the clothes in the washer to the dryer and starting it over. I gave the washer a hostile look, then carried the basket of clean clothes back into the den, figuring it'd be a lot more fun to fold clothes with some entertainment.

I started the tape again, and watched as the vixen started to suckle her lover's cock, making note of her technique. I dumped the clothes out on the pool table and started to fold them, dividing my attention between the two. Just as I folded the last item - a pair of Kelly's pants - the male onscreen reached the limit of his endurance and, like the vixen before, started to whimper softly, pleading with his partner to get him off. Suddenly he stiffened and howled; as he climaxed she did something I'd never seen done before. She backed off and started to lap at the tip until his cock started to pulse; but instead of clamping her lips around his shaft, or letting his cream spurt into the air, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, letting his cum jet into her open mouth and dribble onto her waiting tongue. I wondered if maybe that was done for the benefit of the camera.... but even so, it was an interesting display, and one that might be useful to surprise Kelly with one day. I giggled at the image that thought provoked; "Where did you learn that, luv?" "I saw it on TV."

I set my skirt and blouse aside, carried the basket full of clean clothes back into the laundry room, and unloaded the pile onto the laundry table. Then I went back into the den. The action had moved along, and as I watched the two foxes mating I finally recognized this tape as the one Nikki was watching the day Kelly and I spied on her. I headed for the couch, intending to use the large vibrator to "play along" with the foxes. Suddenly, as my gaze settled on the large vibrator, inspiration _finally_ struck. "Nikki's toybox of _course_, you dumb bunny!" I laughed to myself. _That_ was what had been nagging at me all this time. I felt so stupid now; why couldn't I think of it before? I stopped the tape, rewound it, and popped it back into its case. Then, I grabbed the vibrator and went upstairs to Kelly's room. I sat cross-legged in front of his dresser and and pulled open the bottom drawer, revealing Nikki's collection of toys.

"Nikki's toybox" is something of a running joke among myself, her, Kelly, Jerry, and several other mutual friends; she does have a large collection of almost every conceivable sex toy, many of which we've still yet to try out. I'd never gotten the chance to get a good look at what she had hidden there, which is why I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to explore the contents undisturbed. I put the tape back in its place, and examined a couple of others. One with a hand-lettered label particularly grabbed my attention; the label said simply "Kinky Stuff." I wasn't quite sure why this struck me as interesting; I'm not terribly kinky myself (although I'm no prude either), at least not compared to _some_ people I know. But curiosity got the best of me and I set it aside to look at. If nothing else, it'd be interesting to see just what Nikki considered "kinky".

A little more exploration produced another few interesting items, as I took out various things, examined them, and considered their possible uses. First up was a clear plastic box with "Love Butter" stamped in gold on the top. Inside the box were six small plastic jars set in a red plastic tray, each with the picture of a different fruit on it; strawberry, orange, pineapple, cherry, grape, and peaches-and-cream. I opened it, took out the peaches-and-cream jar, and unscrewed the top. Inside was a gel that had a reddish-yellow color and a peachy odor; it looked something like vaseline, but when I dipped my fingertip into it I found it was much less greasy. According to the box, it was an edible gel that "both lubricates and stimulates." I giggled, and took an experimental taste. The gel did indeed taste like peaches and cream, or at least close enough. I decided to take a chance, and rubbed a tiny dab into one nipple. After a moment, I felt the nipple get very warm, and slightly tingly. Another dab down below, along my furry outer lips, produced a similar effect, and I felt myself getting _very_ wet from the tingly warmth. I giggled, closed up the jar, and replaced it in the box. Then I licked away the rest of the gel from my finger. After a moment, I lifted my breast, and did my best to lick it away from the nipple as well. I filed that one away under "potential"; I could already think of several interesting ways to put it to good use.

Let's see, what else... three large books, full of pictures. The first book had text to go with the pictures, explaining and illustrating nearly every imaginable sexual position in full color. I paged through it for a few minutes, looking over the pictures and text, and admiring some of the models - both male and female - before setting it aside. The second book was more direct; just lots of pictures of people having sex. It was different from most, in that in addition to male-female and female-female sex, it also had some pictures of male-male sex as well. This too had some text, but it read more like the silly things they write for magazine spreads than the more instructional style of the first book. The last and thinnest book turned out to be a catalog, presumably from where Nikki got most of this stuff. I paged through it for a few minutes, looking over the selection of toys, lingerie, books, videos, etc., ranging from the interesting, to the silly, and in some cases to the downright _weird_! One thing which did capture my interest was that this place was one of the few that had a wide variety of products aimed at furries as well as humans. In particular, the lingerie was available in a wide variety of sizes to accomodate the various differences in body proportions between species. Since there were about a dozen detachable order blanks in the back, I decided Nikki wouldn't be too upset if I tore one out so I could order one of these catalogs for myself. I did so, and put the books back in the drawer.

There were, of course, several other vibrators, of varying sizes and shapes. Of these, I found two which piqued my interest. The first was another large vibrator, similar to the one I'd brought back up with me, except that this one had another. smaller "prong" set at an angle to the first one. I sat back and experimented with this one, quickly discovering that once inserted all the way into my depths, the smaller piece was at the perfect angle to press against my clit. I turned it on, and squealed in sudden pleasure as the vibrations rippled through my entire love-patch. After a moment, I turned it off and slipped it free, and set it aside as well. The other was a short, smooth- surfaced vibrator with a somewhat conical shape; it had a rounded tip about the width of a finger, and gradually widened to about 2 inches in diameter at its thickest point, then suddenly narrowed to about an inch before expanding again into a flat base. The whole thing was about 5 inches long, made of translucent-amber, flexible plastic, with a metal object sealed inside the cone and about six feet of white cord that ran from the base of the vibrator to a small white box with a slide switch. After a moment it came to me what it was, and what it was for, and I felt a sudden thrill of anticipation; I had _heard_ about these, and even saw one in a different "toy catalog" once, but somehow I'd never actually _tried_ one before. I had always been, until I met Kelly, a bit afraid to try something of that size up my back passage, although I did have a pencil-thin vibrator I'd sometimes used on myself that way. Kelly was the first one I'd ever let take me up the rear, and ever since I discovered that not only was it _possible_ for me to take a full-sized cock up the back, but that I _enjoyed_ it, I'd become as fond of backdoor pleasures as the so-called "normal" way. The opportunity to try out this little toy was too much to resist.

I sifted through a few more odds and ends, most of them unsuitable for solo exploration. The fake-fur-lined handcuffs, for example, would be decidedly impractical, not to mention embarrassing if I _did_ try them and discovered I couldn't get myself _out_ of them again. Kelly'd probably laugh himself sick. I decided that I had enough to occupy me for now, and shut the drawer again after digging out a tube of K-Y jelly. I carried my treasures downstairs and set them down on the coffee table in the den. I folded up the order blank and put it in my purse for safekeeping, then popped the tape into the VCR, wondering what would be on it.

"Kinky Stuff" indeed; the first scene was two females, a white rabbit and a brown-and-white mouse. The mouse was lying face-down on a table with a pillow under her head, while the rabbit tied her to the table! I watched, amazed and intrigued, as the rabbit straddled her companion, holding her down as the mouse struggled to escape, and tied the mouse down tightly. I was worried at first, and almost stopped the tape, until I realized that the mouse's struggles were most likely for the viewer's benefit; she didn't look like she was trying all _that_ hard to get away, and didn't look in the least bit frightened; likewise, as I watched it became clear that the rabbit was being careful not to hurt her companion. In a few minutes, the mouse was securely tied; her legs were tied apart, spread wide, while her arms had been secured to her sides and her whole upper body tied tightly down to the table; and in a further display of kinkiness the rabbit had even used several loops of rope to tie the mouse's tail down along the back of her left leg. She was quite thoroughly immobilized, except for her head, and utterly helpless. The rabbit disappeared off-camera for a moment, and the camera zoomed in to show us that no matter how much the mouse struggled, she couldn't move an inch in any direction. Again, I would have been worried, except that the expression on her face was one of pleasure and not fear. The rabbit came back, holding a long black feather. The camera zoomed in on the mouse's muff, and I could see her excitement glistening on the furry pink lips of her cunt; the rabbit reached between the mouse's legs with one hand and spread her lips apart, then started to tickle her pink inner wetness with the feather. The mouse squealed and started to struggle again, laughing helplessly as the rabbit tickled her mercilessly. I felt funny watching this; it _was_ kinky, and I found it a bit disturbing to watch, yet at the same time I found myself wondering what it would feel like to let someone do that to me. The rabbit finally stopped tickling her companion, letting her rest just long enough to stop laughing, then brought up another object from under the table; a huge double-penetration vibrator. She showed it to the mouse, who pretended to be scared; I almost believed she was for a moment, but the mouse was a pretty poor actress and her face lost the scared expression the moment she thought the camera was off of her. The rabbit spread vaseline (ick! we furries almost _never_ use that stuff; just _try_ getting it out of your fur afterwards!) along the one shaft of the vibrator, then slowly positioned it and slowly slid in inside the mouse, penetrating both her love-channel and backdoor at the same time. A camera shot from underneath, through the glass tabletop, showed that once the vibrator was all the way inside, the base was pressed firmly against the mouse's outer lips and love-button. The rabbit was holding a small box with a cord that ran to the base of the vibrator and she started to play with the control; I could hear the hum changing pitch as she tormented her companion with different vibrations. Inspired, I picked up the two-prong vibrator and slid it slowly inside my own wet love-nest, pressing the one part tight against my clit, and dialed it up to full throttle. Immediately I stiffened as the vibrations hummed throughout my crotch in a deliciously unbearable intensity. I felt so turned on, both from the toy's throbbing and from watching the kinky video. We rabbits are often strongly affected by visual stimuli; I can, in fact, sometimes have an orgasm just from _watching_ sexual activity, and watching nearly always puts me in the mood, if I'm not already! This particular visual was exceptionally stimulating, since it was something quite new to me and carried the extra thrill of something naughty and secret, and I came in moments, shuddering and gasping for breath. I looked up to see that while I'd been busy with the toy, the rabbit had started tickling the mouse with the feather again, drawing the tip of the feather along the mouse's feet, ears, and of course along the base of her tail and up and down her wet outer lips. The mouse was laughing uncontrollably, tears running down her face, then suddenly her body stiffened and she squealed in what was clearly a powerful orgasm. Now _that_ amazed me; I'd heard of being tickled to _death_, but never tickled to _orgasm_. I shook my head as the rabbit started to untie her companion and the picture faded out.... definitely weird. And yet, strangely enough, I found it terribly erotic. So much so that I skipped the tape back a couple of minutes and rewatched the last part, with the mouse cumming from being tickled. And still I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like....

The next "kinky stuff" was between a human female and a large wolf male. I didn't see anything particularly kinky about it, until it occurred to me that, to some furries (and most humans), _that's_ what was kinky; a human and a furry having sex. It wasn't to _me_, of course, since my live-in lover is a human male who's quite comfortable with furry fun, but I supposed that we were somewhat unusual in that respect. As is Jerry, my otter- friends' live-in human housemate. I wondered when I'd get the chance to see Jerry again. He always seemed to be out when I came over; I hoped maybe I'd see him later on that night. I had assumed from the handwritten label that this was something that Nikki had put together by copying shorter tapes or films onto this one, but I couldn't imagine this particular bit being particularly kinky to Nikki either, and decided that this must be a tape someone else made up. It was mildly interesting to me because of the reversal of sexes - human female with a furry male lover, whereas I'm a furry female with a human male lover - but even that wasn't terribly fascinating to me. I'd seen human x- rated films, so the naked female-human body wasn't anything new to me. The only thing novel about the scene was that as the male wolf mounted the female human and slid his cock into her muff, he was also working a slim vibrator into her back passage. Which reminded me...

I took advantage of the less-than-fascinating scene to indulge in a bit of kinkiness of my own; I applied some jelly to the funny-shaped vibrator, bent over on my knees with my rump in the air, and slowly pushed the smooth, tapered shape into my backside. It became a little uncomfortable as I got to its widest point, but I persisted, and a moment later the widest part slipped inside and I felt the stretched opening spasm once and close around the thinner body of the toy. The base of the toy pressed against my cheeks in a not-uncomfortable way, and as I settled back onto the couch I was aware of a very _full_ feeling in my back passage. While it didn't cause me any real discomfort, it _was_ a feeling I couldn't ignore or seem to get used to; every time I moved I could feel the vibrator buried deep inside my rump. Experimentally, I slid the control to it's halfway mark, and was rewarded with throbbing vibrations in my backside. I gasped, and waited; at first, it didn't seem all that pleasurable, but after a few moments I did start to enjoy the unique sensations and turned my attention back to the video. Just as I did, I heard a soft buzzing sound - not the vibrator, I realized, but the clothes dryer, which had a more civilized alarm sound than the washer did, apparantly. I thought to myself for a moment, trying to decide if I should take out the vibrator or ignore the dryer. Then suddenly I got another slightly kinky idea, which I probably wouldn't have done under other circumstances... with the vibrator still buried deep in my backside, humming away, I stood up and walked out to the laundry room.

_Now_ the sensations were absolutely delicious, as the vibrator shifted inside my back passage as I moved. I retrieved the clothes, relishing the exotic feel of the vibrator throbbing in my backside, and carried them back to the den. I set them down on the pool table, and put the little control safely out of the way after sliding it to full. I went a bit weak in the knees as the vibrations went to maximum strength, throbbing and pulsing throughout my lower regions, then stood and folded the clothes with the toy humming away, feeling very naughty. Not just because of _what_ I was doing, but the circumstances in which I was doing it.... if Kelly only knew...

I had forgotten to stop the tape, and the wolf/human scene had been replaced by another bondage scene between the same mouse and rabbit as in the first part. In the first scene, neither of them had called the other by name (or talked much at all, for that matter); now, the mouse kept calling the rabbit Janice. Janice, apparantly playing the submissive role to the hilt, just kept calling the mouse "mistress", so I never did find out her name. Now I was _sure_ that they were acting, since the roles were reversed; Janice could have easily overpowered the mouse if she hadn't wanted to let herself be tied up. At least she was a better actress than the mouse, though; if I overlooked Janice's obvious physical superiority I could believe that she was being forced, and was scared. This started out as another tickling scene, with Janice tied face-up and spread-eagled so the mouse could tickle her clit and nipples. Janice was reduced to helpless laughter in moments, apparantly even more ticklish than the mouse was. I felt a sympathetic tingling in my own feet as the mouse started to torture the sensitive pads of Janice's foot with the feather; if Janice's feet were half as ticklish as mine, the mouse must have been driving her out of her mind.

The mouse stopped for a moment to let her friend recover, so I carried the folded clothes back to the laundry room and put them with the rest. Upon returning to the den, I saw the mouse untying Janice and assumed the scene was over. Just as I reached for the remote to back up the tape to see what I'd missed, though, I saw that I was wrong; they were merely changing positions. Janice's wrists were tied behind her back and she was being led over to to the side of the couch. She bent over and the mouse proceeded to tie her up the rest of the way, tightly binding Janice's legs together. Then, the mouse slid a large, thick vibrator into Janice's wet muff, and worked it in and out. Then, she brought up the feather again, and kept drawing it across Janice's clit, which had the strange effect of making Janice shudder in ecstasy and laughter at the same time. "This is _definitely_ weird," I said to myself as Janice let out a shuddery squeal and came under the mouse's attention.

The next scene was again pretty tame, at least to my mind. The wolf/human couple had been joined by another male furry, a well-hung fox. At first he looked a lot like the one in the other tape I'd watched earlier, until I got a good look at his muzzle and saw his facial markings were different. The fox lay on his back, the female human mounted him the normal way, and then the wolf mounted _her_ up her back passage from behind, so that the female was being sandwiched between the two furries. Again I was inspired, and slid the other vibrator with the clit-tickler deep into my _very_ warm and wet muff. The combined vibrations resonated throughout my crotch and felt so _incredibly_ good that I lost interest in the tape for the moment and thrusted the thick vibrator in and out of my channel until I couldn't stand it anymore and orgasmed with a loud squeal. Looking up, I saw the three had switched positions; the human was now on her back, the fox had mounted her, and the wolf had mounted _him_. After a few minutes the trio came, one at a time, and I couldn't help but giggle when the wolf let out a real "baying-at-the-moon" howl as he orgasmed. Fade to black.

There were a couple more scenes after that, mostly more bondage stuff, including a scene which was reminiscient of the time Nikki and I had tied Kelly to the pool table and made an "otter-fudge sundae" out of him, except that the two participants, a cocker spaniel and a squirrel, were using _hot_ fudge. Apparantly not hot enough to burn, since the squirrel was holding the pot in his hands; even so, I felt sorry for the spaniel... she must have had _hell_ getting it out of her fur afterwards. Even though some of the stuff on this tape was pretty kinky, it didn't bother me too much; in fact, I found quite a bit of it to be quite erotic. But then came a clip that shocked me. There were two raccoons, a male and female, on a couch. The female was lying bent over the male's lap with her skirt pulled up over her waist; the male was holding her tail clear with one hand and giving her a series of light smacks on her backside. I found this a bit disturbing; I found myself recalling a time where, during some horseplay, Kelly had made a mock threat to turn me over his knee and I'd jokingly replied that I might let him. What disturbed me even more than the fact that I was _watching_ it, was that I found myself wondering if I _had_ been joking with Kelly. I couldn't believe that I would really _want_ something like that, or that Kelly would actually do it, but for some strange reason I just couldn't get the thought out of my head. I looked away from the screen for a moment, trying to get a grip on my own thoughts...

I guess if just the light swats had that been all there was to the scene, I probably could have handled it. But suddenly I heard a loud SMACK! and a squeal; looking up in shock, I saw that while I'd been absorbed in my own thoughts the female had been bent over the side of the couch. The male was holding the female's tail straight up in his left hand, while he had a large black-leather belt folded over in his other hand. I was too frozen with shock to do anything but watch as he drew back and brought the belt down on her rump again. There were moans of pleasure in between her cries, so I knew that, incredible as it seemed, she must be deriving _some_ kind of pleasure from the whipping, but it was at about the third or fourth stroke that I suddenly came out of my frozen shock and decided I'd had enough of this. I stopped the tape, rewound it, put it back in its case, and then dropped it on the pool table and stared at it like it was something dangerous. Unlike the other kinks - the tickling, the bondage, the double-mounting - I had no doubts about _this_ particular one. I knew only too well how much a belt on your backside hurt; I couldn't understand how it could possibly be pleasurable to anyone to have their rump tanned, all I knew was there was no way I'd let someone do that to _me_!

Suddenly I wasn't much in the mood to play anymore. I removed the large vibrator from my cunt, then knelt on the floor, bent over, and slipped the other vibrator free of my backside. I had to concentrate on relaxing the tight opening to allow the wide base to come out, but once it did, the rest slid out almost by itself. I turned it off, carried both it and the other vibrator into the kitchen, and cleaned them off with a few wet paper towels (making sure to remove the batteries first.) Then I retrieved the tape and KY Jelly from the den and took them back upstairs to put them back where I found them.

On my way back upstairs, though, I started to calm down and think rationally again. While I still found the whipping scene to be shocking, and certainly nothing I wanted to see or experience, I could take comfort in the fact that, if I was any judge of character, I was willing to bet that neither Nikki, Kelly, or Jerry would enjoy that sort of thing either. While they might go in for the unusual, especially Nikki, none of them seemed the type who would get off on giving pain to someone else, or even enjoy seeing it done. As I opened the drawer and replaced the toys, I explored the rest of the drawer to confirm my belief in my friends. As I had expected, while there were silken ropes that could be (and had been) used for some bondage, there was no sign of anything that could be used for giving out pain, and I felt a bit ashamed of myself for letting one scene on a tape shake my trust in my friends. I found myself thinking that I _deserved_ a spanking for believing for a minute that any of my friends and lovers _would_ spank me like that. At first I was stunned by what seemed to be more unsuspected kinkiness on my part, then I realized how ludicrous that though really was and started to laugh again. I stared at myself in the mirror, and stuck out my tongue at my reflection. "Dumb bunny!" I said, then reached around and gave myself a smack on the rump. Which of course didn't hurt at all, really, but I felt better for it.

I still couldn't quite shake the funny feelings that the first part of that scene had provoked, though... when it had just been light, almost playful hand-smacks, it hadn't really bothered me, and even though I didn't want to believe it, it _had_ struck me as a little erotic. I found myself wondering what it would be like.... then shook myself again and resolutely pushed that thought to the back of my mind, still not really feeling at ease thinking about it too much. I didn't _really_ want that... did I? I decided it was just my rabbit nature again, being susceptible to visuals. I picked up the clit-tickling vibrator, intending to replace it in its box, when I noticed something that I'd missed before; the box claimed that this vibrator was waterproof. I giggled... logical enough, knowing how otters love water. That thought led to another slightly kinky idea, but this one didn't disturb me in the least; it was something I'd wanted to do for a while, but had never quite gotten Kelly in the right time and place for. This would be the next best thing...

I dashed down the stairs, eager to try my idea, and walked out to the pool, not caring if anyone saw me or not. I set the vibrator beside the steps and dove into the cool water, swimming the length of the pool a couple of times, getting a feel for things. (I know you're supposed to wait two hours after you eat, but I've found that it's OK for me after about an hour unless I've stuffed myself, and I did have a fairly light lunch.) Then I set my watch to its stopwatch setting, took a deep breath, punched the "start" button and lowered myself beneath the surface. I held myself down, holding my breath as long as I could....

Finally, just as I felt my air start to give out I stood up and hit the button on my watch again (which fortunately is waterproof down to 25ft). I looked at the display, and was both surprised and pleased to find that I had managed almost a whole minute! While motionless, of course; doubtless I would have less endurance while swimming underwater... or doing other things. And of course it would be no match for Kelly's diving ability, since otters can stay underwater for several minutes at a time, but I felt it was respectable enough, and surely Kelly and I could work it out...

That thought reminded me of the waterproof vibrator. Eagerly, I grabbed it and slowly worked it up into my love- channel, closing my eyes and imagining it was really Kelly, preparing to make love to me in the oldest and most authentic otter-style. I slid it in with the clit-tickler pointing the wrong way, so that it was trapped between my rump-cheeks; I needed some way to hold it in place, and besides, I didn't think I could handle that little devil on my lovebutton just yet. I switched on the vibrations and grabbed my watch, then took a deep breath and dove under the water, propelling myself with my large feet while I used one hand to work the toy in and out of my cunt, timing my endurance while swimming _and_ mating -or at least the closest substutute I had at the moment. I kept myself under until I just _had_ to breathe...

I repeated the process several times, and found I could average between 30 to 45 seconds in this way. I could stretch myself to my one-minute mark, but past the 30-45 second limit the pleasure in my depths was overridden by the ache in my lungs and when I finally came up for air I'd be dizzy. (Obviously, I stayed in the shallow end of the pool for this exercise.) If Kelly and I were to try this, it would be vital for him to keep in mind that we couldn't dive for more than about half a minute. Even so, I decided my performance was quite respectable for my species, all things considered. After all, otters are aquatic by nature, with lungs and a metabolism built for extended dives, whereas nature never intended rabbits to go diving at all, and certainly not to do so for long periods. Now if only I could just get Kelly to cooperate.

In the meantime, though, I had the vibrator. I lay on my back and floated in the water, slowly thrusting the thick toy in and out of my eager love-channel, fantasizing that it was really Kelly below. In, out, in, out.... I humped myself faster with the toy as I felt a climax near, and started to rub my clit with the palm of my hand... at last I shuddered, moaned, and came with a sudden burst of delightful, tingly warmth through my body. I then pulled the vibrator out about halfway and turned it so the tickler was in the proper position, then pushed the toy as far as it would go into my tingling cunt, turned the vibrations up to full, and let myself float along in the water as the intense vibrations seared through me. I had several more orgasms over the hour or so I spent in the pool; as I felt each one near, I would again take a deep breath and dive under the surface, practicing holding my breath even in the middle of cumming, until I was convinced that I _could_ mate with Kelly in this way, if I could just catch him at the right time.

At last I tired of the game. While it was pleasurable, it only made me realize how I wanted _Kelly_ to do this to me. Besides which, I was starting to get physically tired, and my lungs were beginning to ache a bit from all the long diving. I climbed out of the pool and dried myself off with one of the large towels provided... with the thick vibrator still humming away in my depths. Leaving the vibrator in place, I went back inside the house and upstairs to Kelly's bath, where I showered to wash the chlorine out of my fur, then dried, blowdried, and brushed off my fur - interrupted a couple of times by further orgasms produced by the clit-tickler still torturing my sensitive button. I walked back into the bedroom itself and sat down in front of the dresser, leaning back so I could thrust the vibrator in and out. I made myself cum one final time, then slipped the devilish little toy out of my now-slightly-sore lovechannel and turned it off. The entire length of the vibrator glistened with my slippery muff-juice; instead of wiping it dry, I licked it clean, enjoying the taste of my own slightly musky fluids, then replaced it in its box. I decided that one of those would be the first thing I'd buy from that catalog when I got it. My whole muff was still tingling from my ordeal with that thing, especially my clit; any toy that could be _that_ much fun would be money well spent...

Wondering if anyone else had finally come home while I was showering, I went back downstairs again and looked around. I was still alone in the house, and a look at the clock told me I had probably another hour to go before Kelly would be home, assuming he was on time. Feeling thirsty, I went back into the kitchen and took a bottle of RC Cola out of the fridge, opened it, and leaned against the counter as I drank. After a few pulls on the bottle, I opened the fridge and selected another carrot to munch on. (No, it's not because I'm a rabbit... I don't think. I _do_ love carrots myself, but my mother and my stepsister Mellie detested them. On the other hand my friend Darin, who's a cat and therefore _supposedly_ a carnivore, will happily clean out an all-you-can-eat salad bar. Just another example, I suppose, of how humans insist on applying stereotypes to us furries based on our physical form.) I finished up my little snack, and decided to go back upstairs and look through the toybox some more. My shocking experience with the "Kinky Stuff" tape had ceased to prey on my mind, and I felt in the mood to play some more...

I sat cross-legged in front of the open drawer again, and started to look over the other items. Underneath the box of "Love Butter" was another similar box of "Body Paints." Huh? Now this was a new one on me; I'd never even heard of these. Sounded messy, though. I turned over the box and read the back. Ah! The "paints" were "flavored, edible, and non-staining"... well, according to the box, at any rate. I opened it and looked through the contents of the box; four tubes of "paint", a few stencils, and a brush. "Aw, what the hell," I said to myself. I took out one of the tubes and the brush, and painted a bright blue stripe down the back of my hand. It didn't seem to do anything else, so I licked it away again. It had a vaguely raspberry-ish taste which wasn't unpleasant, but not all that tasty either; it had a sort of artificial "tang" to it. As I put the paint set away, I filed it in my memory along with the "Love Butter", under "potential"; it could be interesting to play with.

I came across another small jar of something called "Nipple Delight." I opened the jar; inside was a white, strawberry- smelling cream. I massaged a small dab of it into one nipple; unlike the "Love Butter" it felt cool instead of warm against the tender skin, and had a creamier texture. I felt my nipple become softer and smoother as I rubbed it in, so I repeated the process on the other nipple. Then, as the jar said the cream was edible, I lifted my breasts and licked a bit of the cream away again. Its taste was much more pleasant than the body paints. I giggled as I put away the jar, reflecting that Nikki seemed fond of edible toys! I wouldn't have been surprised to come across a pair of edible underwear somewhere in this drawer...

And in fact, I did. I held the box in my hand, and giggled. What in Tallanaia's name could Nikki be thinking? Now here was something utterly impractical for us furries. Gary and I had tried a set of these once, just for the fun of it, and had regretted it almost immediately. That particular brand of "underwear" was made of a thin, edible substance that dissolved with moisture.... _any_ moisture, as we discovered. As Gary had nibbled the top piece away from my breasts, this got me aroused and wet down below. A few moments later I felt a decidedly unpleasant stickiness in my crotch-fur. It turned out that even the mild dampness of my arousal had been enough to start the panty dissolving, and unfortunately not only had it melted into the fur, but it was leaving behind a sticky residue as it dried out again. If you've ever had the misfortune to spill soda pop or any other sugary drink on your fur, you'll know exactly what I mean. And of course, in such a sensitive region, the net effect quickly became just a bit painful as the fur matted into a sticky mess. (Come to think of it, that wouldn't be very pleasant for a human, either.) Gary, to his credit, managed not to laugh himself sick - at least not in front of me - and between the two of us we somehow managed to get that crud out of my fur. Out of morbid curiosity, I opened the box and looked at the contents. _These_ seemed to be made of something more like a Fruit Roll-Up, and _probably_ wouldn't melt down like the other ones did... but I wasn't about to volunteer to find out.

On the right side of the drawer were a few small boxes containing various bits of clothing; g-strings, garters, lace teddys, things like that. I tried out a few items... first, I tried a backless fishnet leotard. Not bad... it certainly made _me_ feel playful and sexy. But the black fishnet was hard to see against my own dark-chocolate fur, so I doubted it would be as effective. "Too bad it's not in white", I said to myself. But even if it had been, it also didn't really fit me properly, and I realized it was because it had been sized for someone of Nikki's body-shape. Otters have low waistlines and long torsos, so it was cut longer than I was built and was looser than it was supposed to be; had Nikki been wearing it, the leotard would have been stretched tight against her body. I put it back, and pulled out something that _was_ in white; a white lace and satin affair consisting of a corset with garters, a white g-string panty, and lace-topped stockings. I tried it on, and got as far as the corset and panty before I ran into a snag; again, sized for Nikki, which meant that the stockings were for legs only a little over half as long as mine. That, plus my large rabbit feet, meant that the stockings would probably not even reach to my knee. I studied myself in the mirror; the corset and panty still made me look appealingly sexy, but to my mind the absence of stockings kind of ruined the effect. _But_, I decided as I stripped off the lacy garments and put them away, I would definitely have to order that catalog. If I could get one of these outfits in the proper proportions for _my_ body, I could _really_ make Kelly's eyes pop!

Digging further, I found another interesting set of lacy underwear, in brilliant red satin this time. I slipped on the bra and panties, and admired myself in the mirror. Now _here_ was an eye-opener; the panties had a wide opening in the crotch that left everything from my muff to my tail completely exposed, and the bra had small openings over each nipple that showed an inch- square patch of breast. Coupled with my natural white patches in those exposed areas, the effect was interesting.

I took them off, and tried another fishnet affair; this one a two-piece, in white. The low-cut bikini panty and bra made an interesting pattern against my chocolate fur; the bra simply tied together in the front and didn't do much to support my breasts, so they still jiggled when I walked. Again I admired myself in the mirror, pleased with the look; the fishnet was just close- woven enough to seem as though I were wearing underwear that matched my fur color and had a white grid pattern, but if you looked for a moment you realized that it was _me_ under that white fishnet, especially if you happened to notice my nipples poking out through the net. "Neat," I said to myself, and I decided that unless I came across anything better, I'd greet Kelly in _this_ when he camed home.

After admiring myself for a moment more, I returned to my explorations. I came across a couple more vibrators, including a very _strange_-looking one that appeared to be hollow and half- full of little plastic beads. I found a few more books; a couple were mostly text, another was similar to the one I'd found that illustrated sexual positions, except that this had sketches instead of color photos, and there were about a half-dozen 30- page magazine-type books that just had page after page photos of furries and/or humans having sex. I also came across about a dozen videotapes, but after the "Kinky Stuff" shock I didn't particularly feel like looking at those at the moment.

One item which I couldn't fathom was the large tin in the back of the drawer, which contained a large assortment of condoms. It struck me as odd, since I'd never seen Kelly use one. Of course, the only time it becomes an issue is if you're mating with someone of your own species, _and_ if you're of a species in which fertility isn't something you can consciously control. We rabbits have a natural ability to "re-absorb" unwanted pregnancies before they even really get started (something which we don't often talk about since for some odd reason some humans have fits over the subject), so any external form of birth control was unnecessary for me and I'd never worried about it much. And I had assumed, from the way Kelly and Nikki mated without worrying about "protection", that either otters have a similar ability (I skipped Biology class in high school, since the very idea of dissecting frogs made me ill), or else that Nikki used some other kind of birth control. The only use I could see for the condom assortment was the novelty value; some of them were apparantly of odd colors, or had bumpy surfaces, or some other oddity. Unless they belonged to Jerry, which would make somewhat more sense, except that why would they be up here instead of in _his_ room?

I decided it wasn't important, and searched some more. I found another strange vibrator, this one attached to a set of elastic straps. Like the conical backdoor-plug, this one also had a cord and external battery/speed control box. "What the heck do I do with _this_?" I wondered. After a moment, it occurred to me that the straps resembled a male athletic supporter; if you tried to wear it, one strap would be around your waist and the other would run under your crotch and up between your rumpcheeks. I felt another surge of kinky curiosity, and decided to try it on for size. Since there was no indication on the box as to how it was supposed to be used, at first I assumed it was supposed to be used like any other vibrator. I stripped off the fishnet panties and slid the vibrator into my depths. It was long and thick, though not as large as the one I'd been using or the one Nikki had left downstairs, and felt good inside me... but the straps didn't seem to fit properly. I pulled it out again, and stared at it for a moment. Just what the heck was I supposed to do with it, if not what I _was_ doing? I was about to give up and put it back when I suddenly remembered - didn't I see this in that catalog earlier? I dug the catalog out and paged through it until I came to a photo of the device I had in my hands. I read the description, and giggled. Then, I slipped it on the way it was pictured, with the vibrator positioned over my mound, pointing outward, and took a look at myself in the mirror. I _had_ to laugh; I couldn't decide if the effect was kinky, or just rediculous. I took out a battery and put it in the control, then flipped the vibrator on. With the base nestled against my mound, I felt a mild throbbing against my clit, which varied in intensity as I stroked one hand up and down the length of the vibrator. Now _this_ was _definitely_ weird... although the idea of using it to turn the tables on Kelly or Nikki did have a certain appeal...

I put that toy away and went back to exploring. A couple more bodysuits which probably wouldn't fit me any better than the other one had. A generous supply of various lubricants, including such exotically-named products as Astroglide, Dr. Love, and Slippery Stuff, in addition to two or three tubes of the familiar standby, K-Y Jelly. Figuring I'd seen about all there was, I decided I'd look into a couple more boxes and call it quits. The first box contained the only thing I'd found so far that was intended for _male_ masturbation; a hand-held latex vagina "substitute". I had to admit it looked realistic enough on the outside, with the "fleshy" latex folds that looked like real outer and inner lips, a small nub for the clit, and the outside was even lined with fake fur for extra realism. Obviously I wasn't exactly qualified to tell how realistic it was in other ways, but I imagined it would serve well enough. What I couldn't figure out is what it was for... while I couldn't think of a concrete reason to say why they _wouldn't_ use one, somehow I couldn't imagine Kelly or Jerry needing, or even wanting, such a thing. Then again, it probably hadn't been used in a while either, if at all; this one _also_ had a vibrator with an external control, and the battery compartment was empty. I shrugged and repacked it.

The second box was the payoff of my search, though. It contained an outfit which I thought was even better than what I was wearing now! I stripped off the white fishnet bra, and repacked both it and the panties (which I'd never put back on again) into their little box. Then, I pulled out the new outfit and put it on. This one was a nightgown made of white, satiny material on the back and floral-patterned see-through lace on the front. I slipped on the matching g-string lace panty underneath it, and looked myself over. The overall effect was quite impressive. The gown was held up by two spaghetti straps, which left my shoulders and upper body bare down to the top of my breasts, and the gown was slit up both sides all the way up to my hips. I was very pleased to find that this outfit appeared to fit me almost perfectly. The back part was shimmery white and slightly translucent, while the front was an airy white nylon that may as well not have been there at all, for all it concealed. The only parts that couldn't be seen through were the white floral-lace patterns, and they were strategically placed so as not to block the view of anything important. Underneath, the lace panty was a bit more concealing, but one could still make out the lights and darks of my fur underneath. My breasts, of course, were in plain view through the see-through nylon, and the gown was cut just tight enough to make my nipples stand out. "Very sexy, Kerja!" I said to myself in my best come-to-the- bedroom purr, then broke into giggles. "Kelly'll _flip_!" And I had no doubt that he would, either; I was even turning _myself_ on, staring at the sexy rabbit in the mirror.

Just then, I heard a car pull up outside. I peeped out of the bedroom window, and shuddered in excitement when I saw Kelly's car pull up in the driveway. I quickly put everything else away in the drawer, closed it, and softly padded out to the head of the stairs, just out of Kelly's sight, and waited.

I heard his key in the lock, and then the door opening and closing behind him. Then he called out "I'm 'ome, luv! Where's me favorite chocolate bunny?"

I started down the steps in my sexiest walk, making sure he got a good view of my full breasts bouncing underneath the see- through lace, and stood at the foot of the stairs with my hips cocked in a provocative pose. I pretended to be unaware of the effect I was having on him, but it was clear that the vision of his "favorite chocolate bunny" dressed in a sexy see-through nightgown, standing in a teasing pose, and making bedroom eyes at him was suddenly making his pants a bit tight in the crotch. "Hi, sugarfur!" I said, again in my best sexy purr. "How was your bowling?"

He stared at me for a moment, then dropped his bowling bag, came over to me, and wrapped his arms tight around me. As he did, I crouched slightly so that our muzzles were even, and took him in a tight, warm hug. Our muzzles met, and we both melted into a deep, long, passionate kiss. Our tongues entwined and explored each other's mouths, and our hands caressed each others' back and sides. As we kissed, we gradually knelt, then sat down on the bottom stairs.

At last, we gradually broke the kiss, ending with a series of smaller kisses on each others' muzzles and cheeks. We sat on the steps, cuddling and panting slightly. Finally he looked up at me, eyes shining with love and friendship, and grinned. "So, luv... ummm... wot did y' do with yourself whilst I was gone?"

I chuckled, and ran my free hand down the satiny side of the gown I was wearing. "Besides trying on sexy clothes, you mean? Well... I watched some TV, swam in the pool for a while, and then took a shower... and I had lunch; I hope you don't mind that I ate one of those microwave beef stews in your cupboard."

He smiled, "That's all right, luv... I meant t' tell you t' 'elp yourself t' wotever you liked if y' got 'ungry, I did. Anything else?"

"Well..." I giggled. "I did your laundry for you..."

"Wot?" He stared at me, not sure if I was joking with him.

"No, really, sugarfur. See, my skirt got... wet... from earlier," I said, winking. "I went to throw it in the washer, and since your laundry basket was full I just figured I'd go ahead and do it for you. Save water and all that."

He chuckled, and gave me a kiss. "You _always_ do it for me, luv... but thanks. You didn't 'ave t' do that, though."

"It's OK, Kelly... it's not like I had anything else to do, you know."

"Yeah, I know... an' I'm sorry 'bout that, luv; I hated t' 'ave t' rush off an' leave you alone like that, but... well, y' know."

"I know." I bent over and kissed him on the muzzle. "It's not your fault, Kelly; I should have checked to see if you had plans first, and you had an obligation. And I didn't really mind. I enjoyed my swim, and the rest of it."

"An' goin' through Nikki's toys, wot?" he chuckled, grinning.

I blinked. "How did you know?"

"Well, you said you was goin' to when I left, remember? An' that's where you got this from, right?" he said, caressing the satin-and-lace gown. "Besides," he continued, sniffing a couple of times, "I think I smells some o' Nikki's nipple-cream... I 'ope you didn't get too bored, with all those toys t' play with."

"Oh, it was awful, sugarfur. I was so bored I just didn't know what to do with myself..." Then, I snuggled close and purred into his ear. "I just couldn't _wait_ for my sugarfur to come home... why don't you come upstairs and make it up to me..." I said, as I guided his hand up to caress my breasts through the lace gown.

And he did, too. But that's another story....

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