Zack: Anthology Preview

Everyone knows and loves the infamous Doberman, so it only feels right to include a few previews of his upcoming anthology before it debuts at Furfest this year!

First, let's have a look at how he serves "breakfast" to those who stay overnight at his apartment. (This story contains a consensual blowjob scene with some size play emphasis. Nothing too crazy.)

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Alice looked down, ogling the tented erection of the Doberman without shame…but she wouldn’t deny how intimidated she was by the sheer size of the thing, if Zack called her on it.

When she looked back into his eyes and noticed his gaze narrowing upon her own, she didn’t need to say a word to tell him the truth.

“Knowing everything that I know about you, I’m a little scared to give you clearance to go full Zack on me…because that’s a verb, now,” Alice laughed at her own joke, hoping to cover her nerves. “But after showing so much restraint last night, I wouldn’t blame you if you were a little…lacking in self-control.”

“I’ve got self-control in spades,” Zack claimed. “But if you don’t want me to…”

“Still to be decided.”

“Then you can think about it over breakfast,” the Doberman pushed the sheets from his naked body, flinging a tiny strand of precum away from the tip of his cock in the process. “Hopefully your eyes weren’t bigger than your stomach?”

Sitting upright in bed, it was hard for Alice to glean just how tall Zack really was, but his bed was high off the floor; he stepped down from the side of it with such ease that it made her feel that much shorter.

The hare was about to jump down to the floor when she heard the gentle paf of Zack’s palm patting the end of the comforter, inviting her to come to the far edge of the bed with him.

“I do have quite an appetite,” Alice confessed. “And I do love bringing leftovers home with me…”

“Maybe make sure you enjoy your meal before you go thinking about leftovers,” Zack teased. “I know dog meat isn’t everyone’s speed.”

Standing over the edge of the bed and letting his full, stiff length bob in the air like a wagging invitation, Zack was delighted to see the naked hare crawling across the covers and approaching with more curiosity than concern; the window between her arms gave the Doberman a great view of her cleavage, to boot.

“But you look tasty from every angle,” the canine added. “Hope you don’t mind if my appetite gets the better of me?”

“In due time,” Alice replied. “What happened to being a gentleman? Ladies first, right?”

She was still crawling over, but right before her lips would have bumped against the end of Zack’s tapered, canine member, the bunny giggled and flipped over, dropping her long, flopped ears over the edge of the bed.

Letting them hang with a slow, tempting sway, Alice could only hope that Zack would grab onto her improvised handles and enjoy the ride…but she still needed to get him on it in the first place.

Looking at the underside of his shaft from just below it, Alice didn’t think she’d have any trouble convincing the handsome beast to saddle up.

“That’s the expression,” Zack agreed. “If you think I subscribe to that adage, I don’t mind playing along.”

Alice snickered. “Good,” she replied simply, licking her lips just before a slow, hanging bead of precum splashed upon her lips. “In that case…hurry up and feed me.”

“…You’re making me regret being such a gentleman last night,” Zack admitted. “Good thing we’ve got an opportunity to make up for lost time.”

Alice rolled her eyes, seeing the tip of Zack’s member come closer and closer with every turn of her stare.

From the very start, she kept her gaze fixated on the tasty flesh, but the moment she lost sight of it was the very same that she felt precum leaking against her pursed lips; at the other end of her rolled eyes, she felt the first inches of satisfying, canine flesh pumping in and flattening her tongue to the bottom of her mouth.

Not even giving me a chance to work the tip like a lollipop? Miserable service at this brunch place,she thought. She only wished that Zack would be able to hear her tease, now that she knew he could handle a little back and forth…but she still wasn’t entirely sure what kind of personality he’d have if he was pushed too far.

Most rumors were rooted in lies, but Zack was so quick to own up to some of those that were floated about him that Alice thought better of pushing too many buttons before she paid for her meal.

“Enjoying the sausage? I’m afraid it’s the only thing on the menu this morning,” Zack joked. “I know it’s rude to talk with your mouth full; a thumbs up is all I need.”

He was still wearing the guise of a gentleman, to that point.

Alice was relived by that, and one paw quickly lifted and curled into a fist, her tiny thumb pushing up to give the Doberman the needed clearance to give her more than a curious, probing thrust.

She didn’t realize just how dangerous it was to take the training wheels off of the domineering canine, but she felt the thrill of it when a jab came, pushing thick, twitching inches of flesh past the roof of her mouth and right to the back of her throat.

He’s so much bigger than me, and everything is in delicious proportion, she realized. Even with my head back like this, even if I relax my throat, he’s gonna run out of room soon…

Alice wouldn’t be given any choice in the matter of relaxing: the tapered tip of Zack’s member was already pressing at the edge of her throat and testing her gag reflex.

Relaxing was much preferred to any other outcome, and feeling the unique shape and delicate pulses of his cock every step of the way, Alice found her only regret was that she couldn’t see through her own chin; she was sure that the bulge of Zack’s length was present against the front of her neck.

“Gotta give credit where credit is due,” Zack murmured. His voice lent itself to a struggle, one much earlier than he was used to dealing with. “Over halfway home and you haven’t sputtered once.”

The weight of his palm came down to rest on the outside of her neck, pushing against her throat and confirming what she’d believed: Alice could feel the warmth of his digits tracing the outline of his own cock, right against the sides of her throat.

Shame I can’t beg him to take a picture and send it to me, she thought. I can’t even imagine how hot that looks.

To miss the sight of it was a little unfair, but even if she had the voice to do so, Alice wouldn’t have complained when she had the good fortune of living out the experience.

Just to feel the deep, rattling throb of his length as it came to a halt and settled in her throat was a delight unto itself, and that was to say nothing of the warm, pleasant musk that drifted away from the steadied weight of his sack, hanging just beyond her upside-down gaze.

Masculine and spicy without being offensive, it contributed the final drop to an ocean of delights…and Alice was content to drift through it on the flat of her back, enjoying the most bastardized definition of breakfast that one could imagine.

“If you’re that much of a fan, I don’t suppose you’ll mind a second helping, will you?”

Alice cocked a brow. She knew she hadn’t missed anything as obvious as a second cock hanging next to the first, and even if there was such a thing, the misshapen flesh of her neck made it clear that there was no room left at the inn.

The second helping, as it happened, wasn’t another man’s flesh, or a second tool that was hidden away.

It was another thrust, coming with a gentler gait than Alice expected, but that made it no less effective: she widened her eyes to feel the tip of the cock driving further still, reaching such a point that her gag reflex would no longer matter.

He was practically humping into her gullet the second time through, but when he hesitated for another sign of approval, Alice showed that she was every bit as capable of surprising him.

“O-oh? You’re that eager?” he asked, feeling the clutch of demure fingers around the underside of his rump. “If you really want to try and take the whole breakfast buffet, well…the customer is always right, I suppose.”

Sensitive as his flesh was, Zack could feel Alice snickering around the middle of his shaft; in turn, she was just glad to know that he was as capable of making her laugh as he was of making her toes curl.

His chosen handles were the delicate, supple breasts atop her chest. Their lazy sway was brought to a halt by paws that completely encompassed their tender flesh, and along with a couple more inches of Zack’s flesh, Alice felt the heavenly pressure of fingertips squeezing and clutching at her bosom.

Even when she expected him to come unglued and squeeze her body with ruthless force, he proved that he was a man of technique and standards, through and through.

His palms were flat against her nipples, ensuring that every press of his hands would stimulate her body a little further, and fingertips weren’t content to simply curl against her flesh: they tickled and stroked, leaving no inch of either breast untouched.

By the time the last inch of his cock was approaching the stretched, rounded lips of the bunny, she felt like she was the one being spoiled, despite the blissful treatment she’d already given to her host.

“And you are definitely my favorite customer,” Zack buttered her up, unafraid to make Alice feel like the most important girl in the world, so long as she was lying in his bed. “Keep swallowing like that, and you just might end up w-with a side of our homemade, special sauce…”

Can’t believe he’s still making food puns, but…for all the rumors about him being such a bastard, it’s kinda disarming, she thought. I wonder how brutal he could be if he’d just let his walls down and fuck my face like everyone said he would…

Alice would have let her mind wander further down the aptly named rabbit hole about why Zack was going so easy on her, but the Doberman wouldn’t allow her to focus on such a distant thing.

Though one paw was content to clutch and grope at her breasts, she came around quick to the sharp, dragging sensation of a claw tickling down the front of her body, drawing goosebumps up and through the shorter fur on her abdomen.

And just where does he think he’s going? She wondered.

Two fingertips walked their way down her torso, all the way to the greater warmth and softer fluff at the peak of her pubic mound.

She could have guessed that was his destination, but as much as she was enjoying herself, she wasn’t aware of just how wet she’d become until she felt both digits press around either side of her petals, working their glistening flesh with a simply brilliant degree of skill.