Hopping Horny (Commission, Furry TF, Futa/Female, Inflation, Rabbit & Cow TF)

Story by Tosaku No Kishi

Commissioned by Lilybunny.

This is my first real foray into furry content, so I apologise if I messed up with it. That said, I enjoyed writing it, so I hope you enjoy reading it.

Prim stood in the corner of the frat house, a half empty cup of punch in hand. It was spiked, each sip imparting a hot flush through her system. Other people were already drunk, dancing and laughing together. She’s spotted several couples going upstairs and stay there. The floorboards creaked overhead. Her friends were among the dancers, their inhibitions relaxed after a few cups. She remained level-head, cautious of drinking too much alcohol.

She preferred to observe for the meantime. Guys approached her on occasion, attracted by her plentiful curves and glasses, hoping she might be the hot, virgin bookworm many mistook her for. Prim relished disappointing them. She had no sexual interest in human males. Not since her first time with an Anthro.

Some milled about in the party, a blatant minority. Twenty years ago, the phenomena known as ‘TF’, or Transformation, came to be. It struck at random and took anywhere from days to mere minutes. Many gained unbelievable figures. A fennec fox passed her by, their beach ball breasts bouncing within a much too tight shirt. Prim inhaled and savoured her scent. The fox was approaching her heat, when her pheromones would be most potent.

Prim sipped her punch, grimacing at the overpowering bitterness. She was on the lookout for an Anthro, hoping to meet a horse for once. Hearsay claimed they could put women into comas from nothing but orgasms. Her pussy demanded one such pounding, left with only her fantasies and fingers for days now.

It became apparent she wouldn’t meet one by waiting, however. Prim threw caution to the wind and downed her cup, then refilled and repeated. Everything turned to a drunken haze of flirting – with a pair of gorgeous cowgirls she believed – until it all blurred to nothing. And now she paid for the lapse in judgement.

She had woken up an hour ago in her dorm room with a splitting headache and rays of death streaming in through her window. A miniature fort of pillows and bedsheets protected her. Her memories floated in discord with one another, out of order and blurry. She recalled chugging the rest of the punch bowl at some point. No wonder her stomach and head seemed ready to murder her.

Her roommate, Dana, was nowhere to be seen. Prim had no idea where she’d gone last night. Knowing Dana, it was probably upstairs with a couple of guys, though she couldn’t recall whether Dana was drunk or not. That mystery could wait. She needed some water.

Prim stood with a groan. The simple motion turned to one of agony as her vision churned and her stomach lurched. She planted a hand on the wall and guided herself to the dorm kitchen, hopeful that most others would be in a similar predicament. As she’d hoped, it was empty. Prim sat and nursed from a heavy glass of water, rubbing her temples to try and ease the primal throbbing within her skull. Each beat of her heart resounded in her brain like a gong.

“Never again,” Prim said, her first words that morning, and winced at her hoarse voice. She took a deep mouthful. Why she had drunk so much, she couldn’t comprehend. Prim was a small girl at five-foot-two. Alcohol pummelled her system like a one-sided boxing match, as she’d discovered from during high school.

Minutes passed as she drank in blissful silence. The thumping of her heart died to a subtle patter and her belly settled into place, thankful for the cool liquid. Calmed, Prim returned to her room. Perhaps Dana had returned, though she doubted it. Dana preferred to extend her night’s out long as possible, often entrapping some poor guy between her thighs. Not a bad place to be trapped.

Her headache had passed into a quite pumping in the background. The roiling of her stomach was gone, leaving a pleasant sense of complacency and warmth behind, the kind that spread out into every extremity and left her feeling lethargic. But also horny. The perfect combination, and excuses, to lay in bed and read something steamy.

Prim sighed as she laid down and opened her book. It was a typical fantasy story, prince and princess, evil wizards and a dragon or two, with one core difference. The novel was written by Leia Pierce, a renowned author, and Anthro. She had transformed into a randy fox three years ago, now her novels were enriched with her new culture and libido. Prim adored the shift toward eroticism.

“Hmm,” she rolled her hips as the book moved toward another sex scene. Her hangover dissipated into memory as her hand slid into her sweat shorts, where she encountered her eager pussy, already moist. When did she get so wet? Prim wondered as she stroked her labia, teasing her clit into the open. The scene pr

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