Once You Go Anthro

AN:

This story, and most of my stories, takes place in a world where humans and anthropomorphic animals have lived side by side for thousands--maybe even tens of thousands--of years. There are also normal feral and domesticated animals as well.

Minimal lore dumps, just buckle up and enjoy the ride.

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Chapter 1: Abeni

I heard the clop-clop of hooves approaching as I sipped my drink. I didn't turn. I prayed, half that whoever it was would pass, half that whoever it was would stay. Every millisecond longer I was leaning more toward them leaving me alone.

A tap on my right shoulder. I hesitated a second, then turned. Nobody. From my left came a bemused snort. Great. Classic shoulder tap bit. One ofthosepeople.

I turned the other way with a sigh, and her face filled my vision. Long muzzle, striped, thick lips failing to hide a grin, bright eyes dancing in the low light.

"All humans this gullible?" She took the seat beside me and brushed the shoulder of her black leather jacket like she was such hot shit. Her eyes scanned me, unable to hide her grin anymore. Large, blunt equine teeth glistened in the light. "Or you just special?"

I broke her gaze and nursed my drink. The same flat beer I'd been sipping anxiously for the last half hour. I still wasn't entirely sure how I'd convinced myself to come here. As far as I could tell, I was the only human in the place. But I'd needed to try something different, get out of this rut. Same old thing day in, day out. Enter data, answer Teams messages, attend forty-person meetings where only three people had any idea what was being discussed, and only one of those three actually had any actionable items. Dry monotony had threatened my sanity, and apparently I'd broken, because I'd gone to the nearest anthro bar in San Diego--The Tipsy Tail-- just to... hell, I wasn't even really sure why. Morbid curiosity? Fate? To find somewhere, anywhere, that wasn't the inside of my eyelids, my cubical, or another horrendous Bumble date with some woman playing the numbers game, finding me lacking because I wasn't a perfect ten who was perfectly aligned with all of the idiotic health trends she swore by because some dumbass TikTok influencer told her it was the key to eternal life? Or even watched any TikToks at all.

Probably that last one.

The bar was pretty packed. Tons of different anthros--wolves, cats, lizards, a couple rhinos, a bunch of other species I'd marked and forgotten in my increasingly sour mood. Not a single other human. I could see them eyeing me occasionally--or rather, looking pointedly away when I looked at them, whispering to each other. Possibly paranoia on my part. The only one who'd said anything to me had been the bartender, and even she--a llama...or alpaca, I really wasn't sure which--only really stopped to get my order before moving onto the other customers.

"Guess I'm just special," I managed, unable to make eye contact.

The zebra woman shifted, elbow on the bar. "Specially lost?"

I shrugged and took another sip. How did a guy talk to a zebra? In retrospect, I should've thought this through more. Or at all. Impulse had never been my strong suit.

"Specially shy?" When I didn't answer, she snorted and snapped her fingers once in my face. I startled, and she let out a little whinnying laugh. "Specially nervous then. Lemme guess, first time in the anthro scene?"

She leaned a little closer, and I caught her scent. Fresh, a hint of vanilla, like she'd just gotten out of the shower. But also something headier, almost earthy, raw. Finally, I worked up the nerve to turn toward her.

She was all stripes and grins. A long, black-tipped muzzle leading to sparkling sapphire eyes, tall ears, and a black-and-white mane like a mohawk running from her forehead down to the edge of her jacket, disappearing beneath the collar. Her large nostrils flared for a second as she snorted, eyes narrowing, lips curling into something sultry, wicked.

Suddenly, her hand shot out. "Abeni."

I just stared, and she sighed, grabbed my arm with her other hand, and forced me to shake her hand. "'Why hello, Abeni, so nice to meet you. I'm a silly human clearly out of his element, questioning why he thought coming here was a good idea. But gosh, it's so nice to meet such a gorgeous zebra like yourself. I'm...'" She paused, nodding to me.

"Drew."

She gave me a firm handshake, fingers lightly stroking the inside of my wrist. I shivered, and she sure as hell noticed, grinning wider, batting long lashes at me. "Why, golly gosh, Drew, you think I'm gorgeous?"

I started to answer, but paused. Anything I said was a trap. I knew it. She knew it. I should go home. Chalk it all up to a dumb idea on a long Friday night and-

"Oh my god, do youeverget out of your fuckin' head?" She snorted again, brayed a laugh. "Come on, big guy, talk to me. Ask me a question. Tell me your story. Hit on me. Fuck, string two words together and I'll be impressed at this point."

I scowled at my drink and finished it off in one go. Screw it. I turned to her, looking her over.

She wasn't wrong--she was gorgeous. Beautiful blue eyes. Elegant muzzle. Those thick, playful lips. I could tell she was curvy in all the right places even with her half-jacket zipped up. Her toned midriff shifted as she leaned forward, stripes dancing on her belly. Long shapely legs hugged by ripped skinny jeans ended in dark split hooves. Her tail swished behind her, long, tufted at the end. I wondered how she could wear pants with-

"How can I wear pants with this tail?" She burst out laughing as my face went red. "God, you humans are all the same. Next you're gonna ask if I bother to use the bathroom or if I just shit outside."

"Uh, I. Um. No, that hadn't... I didn't..."

"Or if I'm in heat."

I struggled to even figure out how to make sound at that one, just a faint whine as air escaped my throat. Abeni clearly loved every second of me floundering. Didn't bother giving me a lifeline, just plopped her elbow on the bar, resting her head on her hand, and watched me struggle like it was her favorite movie.

After a moment, she showed mercy and pressed a finger to my lips. Her hands were human in shape, but her coarse hair brushed my lip, tickling, and all I could think was how the rest of her would feel on my lips.

"Buy me a drink," she whispered.

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It took a couple drinks--Abeni ordering us a couple Mane Attractions each, tequila, orange bitters, lime, hibiscus--but I finally figured out how to talk to her. Turns out, anthros and humans aren't that different. I talked about how dead-end my job felt, and she'd felt similarly ill-suited for her unspecified previous job before taking a new one as a UX designer for a startup. She complained that if her dad ever found out she was even talking to a human, he'd disown her. We both bemoaned the Padres getting our hopes up only to dash them every time.

And damn, she was really, really hot. The worst part was, she absolutely knew it. Worse still, she knew I thought it too.

"Let me ask you something, Drew." She took another sip of her drink, then leaned close. I could smell it on her breath--spicy, sweet, sour, with something beneath it I couldn't place but couldn't get enough of. "You ever been with an anthro?"

She already knew the answer. I could barely figure out how to talk to one a few minutes ago, much less have sex with one. But she clearly wanted to hear me say it, so I indulged her.

"No."

She leaned in closer, her breath on my cheek, eyes coy, lips sinful. "You ever been with... anyone?"

I flushed at that. "Yeah. Of course."

"But humans, yeah?"

"Well, yeah. If I hadn't been with anthros, what else would I have been with?" I tried to think of something clever. "I mean, robot women aren't, um, you know, on the market."

She laughed. Not pityingly--an actual, honest-to-God laugh. She ran her fingers down the arm of my t-shirt until her nails brushed my skin, goosebumps trailing after her touch.

"Drew." She whinnied softly, lips brushing my ear. "What if I told you that I could ruin sex with humans for you?"

Her hand splayed lightly on my chest, and I froze, breath quickening. "I..."

Then she leaned in. Her thick, rubbery lips nuzzled mine for a second, then she kissed me. Her lips were thicker than a human woman's, more flexible, her tongue heavy and rough as it played at my lips. One hand cupped my head and held me close. I brought my hand to her cheek, thumb stroking her muzzle and kissed her back. She moaned softly, nostrils huffing warm air over my face.

When she pulled back, a string of spit clung between us and she laughed, her long tongue lapping it up. She bit her lip and stood. "Come on," she said, taking my hand. "I'm gonna have so much fun breaking you in, Drew."

When I continued to sit, she tugged hard enough to force me to my feet. I hadn't realized how strong she was until then. She caught me, kissed me again. Harder, hotter, more eager. "Once you go anthro," she whispered against my lips. "...well, you can figure out the rest, baby."

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We didn't talk much on the drive back to her place. The Uber driver--an older human man--kept giving me weird looks, especially when Abeni started huffing my scent, nibbling my ears, whinnying softly. I felt both eminently self-conscious and offended on Abeni's behalf. Sure, human-anthro couples still weren't super common, but the Inter-Species Copulation Act had been deemed unconstitutional almost thirty years before, and more and more people were down with it. There were always those people, the loud bigots, who bemoaned human purity and claimed it was no different than fucking a full feral. Like having sex with a full sentient lupine anthro was tantamount to fucking your pet dog.

Or maybe I was reading too much into it. I'd never been much of a fan of PDA to begin with, and that was with human women. I--like I'm sure a lot of other people--found anthros exotic, sexy. As something that had been taboo for so long, there were those who fetishized the relationships and those who denounced human partners of anthros as moral degenerates who should be shunned. But I'd never even kissed one until not half an hour before, and maybe I'd internalized that sense of fetishization, or the taboo nature of it. The only person I knew who'd dated an anthro was a friend from college who loved to tell us how much she enjoyed getting knotted by her coyote boyfriend--probably more for shock value than anything else. Maybe subconsciously I felt like I was doing something wrong, and I hated myself for it.

But if Abeni noticed the glares, she didn't care. She must have gotten used to it, the casual speciesism, being considered "lesser" for being part animal, for daring to take away human guys from human women and "driving the human race to extinction," as those assholes called it.

When we arrived, I considered not tipping the guy, but I could hear my mom telling me that even if he was a bigot, he still had a family to feed. So I tacked on a 10% tip and slipped out after Abeni, who took my hand in hers, giggling with that braying undertone and leading me to her place. Her hips and tail swayed in a mesmerizing swish I couldn't tear my eyes from, hooves clopping on the pavement, then up the short steps to her place. Her porch light buzzed above us.

She fished her keys out of her jacket pocket and looked back at me with a smirk, catching me staring at her ass even as I averted my gaze to look her in the face. "Last chance. Come inside and never get hard for a human again, or slink back home knowing you missed the opportunity for somemagnificentstriped ass."

She spanked herself, tail flicking up. The smack resonated beautifully--a perfect meaty thud of a strong hand on a firm rump. My cock stirred just from the sound.

"I came this far, didn't I?" I tried to sound confident, but my mouth was dry, voice slightly shaky.

Abeni snorted, unlocking the door and holding it open for me. "After you, hume."

I stepped past her and startled when she gave me a firm smack on the butt. She brayed loud, a high whoop of pure delight. "Don't worry, baby, I'll kiss it better."

She closed the door behind us and flipped on the light. Her living room was fairly minimal, her kitchen visible in the next room. A low coffee table and couch sat in the middle, facing a flat-screen TV on the opposite wall. A couple books lay on the table,A History of Anthros (in pictures)by Jereth McIntle andVelvyric Syrens (Concepts and Concerts)by Ophira Tentakulos.

On either side of the TV hung large signedVelvyric Syrensposters. One was of the band performing on stage--six anthro women rocking hard. The other looked to be an album cover for one called "Rut the Night"--an abstract clash of colors, jagged edges, and phantom faces with the tagline "Velvet Hands, Violent Hearts" beneath it.

Adorning the walls were a few paintings and pictures, mostly anthros and landscapes. Next to the half-wall separating the kitchen from the living room was a large portrait of zebras in suits and dresses at a wedding, Abeni in a beautiful flowing strapless yellow sundress that hugged her curves. She really was stunning.

"Like what you see?" Abeni whispered in my ear. Her hands slipped around my waist, her body pressed against my back, head resting on my shoulder. We both stood roughly the same height, her maybe a bit taller than me, a smidge over six feet. Her ear flicked and grazed my head.

"That looks..." I squirmed in her grip. I was still trying to get used to the fact that I was with a zebra girl, especially a gorgeous one like her. Any human girl this hot wouldn't even give me the time of day without having me bend over backwards to serve her every whim.

"I know. I'm fuckin' hot." She turned me and gently pushed me against the wall beside the picture. "You're not too bad yourself... for a hume. Such pretty green eyes."

And then she kissed me again, hard, eager. Her lips nibbled at mine, one hand teasing along my spine while the other cupped my ass and pulled me closer. When she broke for air, she whispered, "If I look that sexyinthe dress, imagine what I look likeoutof it."

My cock twitched, and she must have felt it because she brayed another laugh and tugged on my lip with her teeth. She ran fingers through my short brown hair. Then she let go and led me to the couch, pushing me back until my thighs hit the edge and I plopped down onto it. I expected her to follow, but she just stood there, running a hand up her chest, biting her lip as she looked down at me.

"Oh yeah, I know how to pick 'em." She leaned down and sucked on my neck, taking one of my hands and forcing it onto her breast. When I squeezed, she moaned, huffing hot against my skin.

She straightened up, using a hoof to spread my legs apart, eyeing my growing erection. "You want a show, Drew?"

I nodded, mouth dry.

Abeni started with a slow turn, hips swaying to a song in her head. She hummed softly, something rough--harsh, but strangely beautiful. Her tail extended just above her jean-line, flicking like it had a mind of its own. She slid her hands over her ass, sticking it out toward me. A faint moan issued from her throat as her hands went to her front. I heard the slow sound of her zipper sliding down before her fingers went to her waistband, and down, down, down went her jeans.

My cock stiffened at the sight. Purple silk panties clung to her supple ass--cheeks round, firm bubbles of muscle and fat that begged to be grabbed, squeezed. She slid her jeans down the rest of the way, past her thick thighs, toned calves, and then she kicked them across the room with a practiced flick of her hoof.

She turned then, leaning back against the wall. The soft lamplight accentuated her equine grace and beauty, her eyes half-lidded in sultry pleasure. Her gaze raked over my tented crotch, and she smiled softly, tongue flicking out over her nose, tail swishing. "You gonna blow already, handsome?"

"N-no," I managed.

Abeni stalked across the room and placed her hands on either side of my head on the couch, leaning over me. My fingers, unbidden, went to her jacket zipper. I half expected her to slap my hand away and chastise me, but instead she murmured, "Go on. I wanna see your jaw hit the floor when you see zebra titties for the first time."

Then she slowly lowered herself onto my lap, knees on either side of my hips. Even through my jeans and her panties, I could feel the blazing heat between her legs. She leaned back as I dragged her zipper down, sapphire gaze locked on me, lips parted, nostrils flaring as she breathed shakily.

I tugged slowly. The long arc of her neck craned back, black-and-white stripes over coarse fur. I couldn't help it, I ran my fingers over her neck, trailing after her zipper the lower I pulled it. Her collarbones came out next, then the high tops of her breasts. The picture hadn't done her justice--they sat high, round, firm, still with that gorgeous striped patterning.

I kept up the sluggish pace, like I was savoring unwrapping the best present anyone could ask for. And fuck, she really was. Abeni's bra appeared next, no shirt under her jacket, just a lacy purple bra, same color as her panties.

"Can I..." I looked her in the eyes, wanting so bad to just come out and say it, but nerves got the best of me.

I expected Abeni to mock me, call me a silly hume or something. Instead, her chest heaved and she nodded eagerly. "Do it, stud."

A shiver ran through me.Stud. I didn't realize being this wanted was a turn-on in and of itself. Like she actually wanted me, like she couldn't wait for her turn to unwrap me. No one had ever made me feel so attractive before, and between that and the lustful look she gave me, I felt my cock strain further.

I finished unzipping her jacket and helped her shrug it off her shoulders. God, she really was objectively hot. I loved the asymmetry of her stripes, how they seemed to dance on her skin as she shifted. The feel of her hair, coarse, rough, and tickling my fingertips as I ran my hand along her chest, her shoulders, reaching back to unclasp her bra, was intoxicating, like running a thousand tiny claws along my skin.

Abeni shivered at my light touch, hips grinding down. The heat of her crotch stirred my cock more. When it twitched, she gasped softly and kissed me again. Her tongue plunged into my mouth, breathing hot and erratic as mine danced with hers, a quiet whinny escaping her throat.

She pulled back after a moment, and I slipped the rest of her bra off. I stared, unmoving, unspeaking, at the glory of her tits.

Thick black nipples nearly as thick as my thumb jutted from undulating stripes as her chest heaved. Dark, swollen areolas easily four inches across pebbled in the cool air. I licked my lips and dove forward, sucking one in my mouth.

She whimpered and cradled my head to her tits. "Oh fuck... eat my teat, baby. Suck it. Bite it."

I did, and she buried her face in my hair and brayed loudly, hips jerking and grinding on my stiffness. I sucked like I was nursing, biting gently. Her teat was thick, rubbery, stiff and hot in my mouth as my tongue worshiped it. I was rewarded with louder moans as she kissed the top of my head.

"Drew... Shit... I-I told you... Uhh... harder!"

I popped off one and immediately took the other in my mouth. I bit down harder, almost chewing on her thick flesh. Abeni squealed high and clutched me tighter, burying my face in her breast as I swirled my tongue around her tit.

Suddenly, she pulled me off, panting, eyes glazed with lust. She didn't say anything, just reached down between us and tugged my shirt off over my head. Her eyes drank me in, fingers toying over my own stiff pink nipples.