Rick and Titiana ! hyper muscle, Futa on male, shemale, anal, excessive cum

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Just an idea I've had in my head for years ever since a dreamweaver comic I enjoyed. I hope you enjoy it and I may return to the characters and setting if it becomes popular enough.

Rick opened the gate to the forest and paused for a moment to savour its beauty. The early dawn sun shone through the leaves of the canopy, dappling sunlight over the 20 year old photographer’s face. The air was cool and crisp, but not so cold that he was uncomfortable in his khaki shorts and shirts. The feeling of calm was ruined a few seconds later by the stampede of over a dozen deer that charged for the gate. He yelped and threw himself to the side as they fled. When the last of them went through he stood up, wincing at his scuffed knees and futilely trying to wipe grass stains from his pants.

He darted a worried look at the gate but decided to leave well enough alone, no sense in closing it when the animals had already fled. Perhaps they might return if he left it open. The enclave he stepped into was a 12 square mile fenced off area in the middle of the 68 mile Great Forest. The agreement with between the human-anthro peoples was that it would be set aside for the sole use of Anthros. The Anthros were awfully secretive about many of their private goings on, despite the increased integration between the two peoples in the last 20 years. In fact, the recent celebrated visit of a minor Anthro noble Titiana, a Bunny/ Cervine hybrid, with a bit of mink somewhere in her paternal grandparents, was the reason he was here.

She was the first Anthro royal to visit Capital City, and won accolades for her grace and beauty. While not visiting in any official capacity, she was pursuing a modelling career and becoming a spokesperson and role model for the integration movement. With the toning down of anti Anthro feeling, she had been well received by the novelty starved citizens. The Anthro embassy itself was only a year old, and she had been fervently wined and dined by the good and the great of human society, as eager to put the past behind them as the Anthros.

He had taken several pictures of her from when they had met briefly at the Embassy welcome while he was an intern. There were no male Anthros present though, perhaps lending credence to the rumours that they were an all female race that kidnapped human men for breeding before killing them, or they rutted with animals. It was a bit strange talking to an Anthro after years of hate propaganda. But she was not the slavering bestial monster of the holo vids, or a sorcerous witch who would shrivel his soul with a glance that the old soldiers talked about. She had been 5 foot 5 wearing a sheer black dress that showed her ample frame to perfection, neither overly conservative nor saucy. Which was great as he was told most Anthros moved about completely naked. The 17 year olds face was framed by a pair of cute little horns just sticking out of her soft brown fur, an adorably sweet rabbit, and a small but noticeable chest. She had been excellent at putting the humans at ease and seemed genuine in putting the past at rest. Yet so little was known of her personal life beyond that she was a minor noble. He had managed to get a picture with her before she had mysteriously disappeared about two months ago and the embassy staff were mum on what happened to her.

It was this picture that saw him get a commission from the Sunday Tattler, a paparazzi rag that wanted him to get more pics and info from her. Which had seen him travelling and hiking to this secluded spot recently opened to humans. This part of the great forest had been fenced off, 3 square miles in which the tattler had informed him she had retired to. He assumed that she had some kind of private retreat, a cabin or something, but the deeper he trekked into the forest, the less sure he was. It was a typical North American wilderness with no great sign of any habitation, maybe she wasn’t here?

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Rick had long moved on from the fence when a tall antlered figure trudged to the gate. It stopped in shock at the sight of the open gate and rushed towards it.

“Oh God-fucking-damnit!” It cursed as it saw all the hoof tracks leading away from the gate. Then it noticed the prints of a pair of hiking boots.

With an angry growl, it followed the tracks.

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Rick cursed as he slipped on a mossy tree root and ended up on his knees again. He could feel his heart fluttering with growing panic. He was lost, the tree canopy was so high he could barely see the sun and he had lost track of his trail back. This had caused him to rush looking for a way out and caused him to fall. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself. Heck, this wasn’t some dangerous South American jungle, it was a national park policed by both humans and Anthros, there were no dangerous animals for miles. He’d sit for a second and just g

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