Birthday Boy (Wingers world)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Winger's world, Male on Futa, herm, furry, size, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, Doug Winger, consensual, excessive cum.

Sam laughed uproariously with the rest of his party guests, nearly splurting liquor all over his shirt and slacks, as the chubby gerbil girl who had just tried to jug an entire bottle of beer collapsed in a drunken heap in the middle of the living room. He lay back on the couch with a half finished bottle of his own, feeling an excellent buzz as his 25th birthday party drew to a height. Fortunately, it wasn’t too over the top, his parents’ mansion would be a bitch to clean up, and he knew they’d hold him to his promise to clean up or pay them back if anything was damaged, even if they had fully sponsored it.

But he wasn’t too worried, he had a pretty solid crew of friends who knew how to have a good time without going nuts. The skunk boy stifled a yawn, but was determined to stay up. Damn it he deserved this, having spent the last 3 years in post grad and passing with flying colours, which played no small part in getting his parents to both approve of this bash and promise him a ‘surprise’ as their gift to him. He was quietly hoping it’d be a new car, but you never know.

Suddenly, the DJ switched the music playing to the ‘happy birthday’ theme and everyone in the room turned to watch as his best friend, a hume named Brian, brought in an enormous multi layered pink cake, heavily covered in ostentatious dressing and icing, with a huge ‘25’ at its top. He coloured a little at this. Trust his parents to come up with something so lame, he’d probably be hearing about for years after the party. He frowned, puzzled, at the present box thrust into his hands by Brian. The card on it read ‘from Mum and Dad open only in emergencies.’. He could hear something rattling in it. What could it b-

The top of the cake suddenly exploded outward showering the startled guests with icing and cake. Sam covered his face with one hand, pieces of confectionary showering all over his body. When he lowered it, he got the shock of his life.

A near naked dog anthro, wearing little more than a bikini and a dog collar, stood waist deep in the remains of the cake, covered in pieces of the tasty treat. A banner written, ‘Happy 25th son’ was draped from her right shoulder, down to her waist. His jaw dropped. He’d recognise that face anywhere. PANDORA PUP! She was the ‘Surprise’? He’d worshipped her since he was in his mid teens, she was a sex goddess, his mind could barely comprehend she was in the same room as her.

Pandora was arguably the greatest porn star on Winger, which had hyper sex population large enough to make porn THE entertainment industry of choice. She cost a fortune just to escort you on a dinner date. He knew his parents were well off, but THIS! His blush was practically visible through his fur. As a growing teen, with all the libido of his anthro heritage, he had been quite indiscrete about his feelings for her. His ‘dad’ had walked in on him… appreciating… some of her videos a few months back. And before that he had caught his ‘mum’ masturbating to his supposedly secret stash of Pandora pics. This suited their quirky sense of humour and extremely lax sexual mores.

His mouth went dry as she fixed him with a sultry look that would have melted frozen butter. The room remained silent as she crawled out of the cake remains on all fours, each graceful movement sending chills of longing into every one presents’ spine, whether male, fem or herm. Crawling over the pink debris and across the living room carpet, she headed straight for the young skunk, her tail wagging slightly as she held him transfixed.

Standing at five foot two, she was tiny, yet exceedingly well formed, a well rounded ass, large full breasts, though not ridiculously so, unlike in many of her videos, and a well filled bikini bottom. Her facial structure was elfin, unlike most dog furries, she really did look like an overgrown puppy, as if someone had transplanted the face of a ten year old anthro onto the body of a super model.

“Happy Birthday. To you,”she crooned softly in an innocent, almost childlike voice, yet audibly loud enough to be heard over, and in tune, with the music “Happy Birthday. To You!”

She reached him and slowly but gracefully, began climbing up the sofa next to him. If an airplane had crashed through the roof of the building, he would have been unable to move. Her hand on his knee did cause to whimper a little though as his idol actually touched him. His cock had barely caught up to events, but the merest, soft-almost- accidental -enough-to-perhaps-be- innocent, caress of her finger over his fly woke it up easy.

He could feel it peeping out of his sheathe as she at last she settled herself quite comfortably on his lap. She stared down at him, hands wrapped around his shoulders, impossibly green eyes gazing lovingly down at him from a cutely feminine face as she hugged his face to a w

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