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Black-Vulpine
This story was inspired the following scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSdQJdkxe-A
It was nearing 6AM. Black Vulpine slept soundly in his soft bed, dreaming happily of his bovine girlfriend Tasha as he awaited his 18th birthday, and the doors it would open up for him for the rest of his life.
A nudge on his shoulder roused him from his slumber. He awoke to see none other than Tasha herself standing over his bed, her hands on her thighs, her breasts right in his face, and a playful grin on her own.
“Happy eighteenth birthday, foxie!” she sang happily as she scooped the sleeping vulpine up in her arms, repeatedly kissing his exposed cheek as his face half-disappeared into her cleavage.
Fully awake now, Black gave a short laugh as soon as he could draw in a breath. “Well, Tasha, this sure is a pleasant surprise. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I'm here to give you your birthday present, silly,” Tasha said, stifling a giggle with her hand. “But for it to be a surprise, I'm gonna need to blindfold you real quick.” Black couldn't help laughing a second time as she pulled a bandana out from between her breasts and tied it over his eyes.
Then, taking his paw, Tasha led him up to the balcony overlooking Black's backyard. As soon as the blindfold was off his eyes, Black's jaw nearly hit the wooden floor. Sitting in his backyard only six inches balcony, and tall enough to be level with the railing, was a giant birthday cake with snow-white frosting!
Black snapped himself out of it. “Whoa! Tasha, did you bake this all by your-” His jaw went straight back to the floor as he looked over his shoulder. Tasha's blue jeans and low-cut sweater were on a crumpled heap on the floor. Standing next to tbem was Tasha, clad in a bright red, skin-tight spandex leotard with massive cleavage and sleeves that reached her wrists. But what caught his attention the most was way she posed for him, facing away, looking over her shoulder at him, and her right hand sexily stroking her right thigh and butt cheek.
“So,” she cooed. “you like?”
Black just nodded, unable to find the right words.
“What if I told you that there was even more to your birthday cake than met the eye?”
“Heh, I find that hard to believe,” Black chuckled, his eyes darting between the giant cake and his spandex-clad girlfriend. “A lot is meeting the eye here.”
Tasha laughed at his comment, a laugh that Black thought was the most beautiful he had ever heard. “Oh, Black, you are so funny! Here, how about a clue?” she said as she pulled a 20-foot rope out of her cleavage. As soon as Black looked from the rope back to the giant cake, it hit him like a freight train. “Oh, this is actually a-”
“-quicksand cake! Quickfrosting, if you will,” Tasha finished for him as she sexily strutted toward the cake and leaned on the balcony's railing. “The very first thing you will do as an eighteen-year-old will be rescuing a lovely damsel from quicksand yet again. And since we'll only get to do this once before the party guests get their turns, you will probably want this.” She reached back into her cleavage and produced a small video camera, handing it to Black.
Black smiled to himself as he entertained the thought that Tasha used her cleavage as a purse and that was the reason she always wore low-cut tops, but was snapped out of his thoughts as he looked up to see Tasha standing on the railing facing him. “Ready, hon?” she called.
Black immediately pressed RECORD on the camera and held it up to his eye. “Okay, ready! In you go!”
Tasha giggled and hopped backwards into the middle of the cake, her hooves instantly sinking out of sight. “Oh, Black, it looks like I'm sinking again,” she crooned at him as the thick, crispy frosting sucked her in up to her knees. Black decided to move closer, not wanting to miss a minute of this sink-fest.
“Oooo, this feels wonderful on my legs,” Tasha moaned as the “quicksand” slurped up her massive, feminine thighs and started sucking hungrily at her hips and derriere.
“Uh, Tasha, don't you think you're sinking kind of fast?” Black commented, a little concerned for her welfare.
Tasha, now in cake frosting up to her waist, smiled, crossed her arms, and looked up at him. “Why? Did you want a slower performance?”
“Um, no, just wanted to make sure you don't drown in that stuff.”
“Oh, you're sweet,” she crooned, hugging her breasts as the quickfrosting tickled her ribs. “In any case, I hope the girls will keep me afloat.”
And so they did. As Tasha sank up to her breasts in the frosting, she felt herself beginning to float. She giggled slightly and raised her arms straight up into the air in the classic “save me” pose she saw in all the movies. “So, Black, enjoying the show so far?”
Um, oh, uhhh, y-yes.” Black stammered as his girlfriend's massive melons were finally sucked down into the deep, thick frosting, her arms remaining pointed straight upward as the frosting filled her armpits. That's the position that her arms remained in as she sank up to her neck, chin, and snout. And with a final wink at Black, she disappeared into the mass of white icing, a pair of spandex-clad arms reaching up out of the surface as she slurped up a mouthful of vanilla frosting on her way down.
This was Black's cue, Tossing her the rope, he pulled her out until she was back up to chest depth, then hugged her around the armpits and hoisted her the rest of the way out. Black had to admit he was a little disappointed that the frosting was so dry that Tasha came out as clean as when she went in. He would have enjoyed cleaning the frosting off her body.
His disappointment was soon put to bed. “My hero!” Tasha squealed as she kissed him full on the lips and hugged his body tight against her leotard, his face once again buried in her breasts. Black hugged back, enjoying the feeling of spandex in his arms.
“Well, I should go get changed,” Tasha cooed as she turned off the camera and strutted back inside. “Your party guests will be arriving any minute!”
And what a great party it was! The guests (the entire MW2SOAG cast) took turns sinking into that same birthday cake! ^_^

This story was inspired the following scene: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dSdQJdkxe-A
It was nearing 6AM. Black Vulpine slept soundly in his soft bed, dreaming happily of his bovine girlfriend Tasha as he awaited his 18th birthday, and the doors it would open up for him for the rest of his life.
A nudge on his shoulder roused him from his slumber. He awoke to see none other than Tasha herself standing over his bed, her hands on her thighs, her breasts right in his face, and a playful grin on her own.
“Happy eighteenth birthday, foxie!” she sang happily as she scooped the sleeping vulpine up in her arms, repeatedly kissing his exposed cheek as his face half-disappeared into her cleavage.
Fully awake now, Black gave a short laugh as soon as he could draw in a breath. “Well, Tasha, this sure is a pleasant surprise. So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I'm here to give you your birthday present, silly,” Tasha said, stifling a giggle with her hand. “But for it to be a surprise, I'm gonna need to blindfold you real quick.” Black couldn't help laughing a second time as she pulled a bandana out from between her breasts and tied it over his eyes.
Then, taking his paw, Tasha led him up to the balcony overlooking Black's backyard. As soon as the blindfold was off his eyes, Black's jaw nearly hit the wooden floor. Sitting in his backyard only six inches balcony, and tall enough to be level with the railing, was a giant birthday cake with snow-white frosting!
Black snapped himself out of it. “Whoa! Tasha, did you bake this all by your-” His jaw went straight back to the floor as he looked over his shoulder. Tasha's blue jeans and low-cut sweater were on a crumpled heap on the floor. Standing next to tbem was Tasha, clad in a bright red, skin-tight spandex leotard with massive cleavage and sleeves that reached her wrists. But what caught his attention the most was way she posed for him, facing away, looking over her shoulder at him, and her right hand sexily stroking her right thigh and butt cheek.
“So,” she cooed. “you like?”
Black just nodded, unable to find the right words.
“What if I told you that there was even more to your birthday cake than met the eye?”
“Heh, I find that hard to believe,” Black chuckled, his eyes darting between the giant cake and his spandex-clad girlfriend. “A lot is meeting the eye here.”
Tasha laughed at his comment, a laugh that Black thought was the most beautiful he had ever heard. “Oh, Black, you are so funny! Here, how about a clue?” she said as she pulled a 20-foot rope out of her cleavage. As soon as Black looked from the rope back to the giant cake, it hit him like a freight train. “Oh, this is actually a-”
“-quicksand cake! Quickfrosting, if you will,” Tasha finished for him as she sexily strutted toward the cake and leaned on the balcony's railing. “The very first thing you will do as an eighteen-year-old will be rescuing a lovely damsel from quicksand yet again. And since we'll only get to do this once before the party guests get their turns, you will probably want this.” She reached back into her cleavage and produced a small video camera, handing it to Black.
Black smiled to himself as he entertained the thought that Tasha used her cleavage as a purse and that was the reason she always wore low-cut tops, but was snapped out of his thoughts as he looked up to see Tasha standing on the railing facing him. “Ready, hon?” she called.
Black immediately pressed RECORD on the camera and held it up to his eye. “Okay, ready! In you go!”
Tasha giggled and hopped backwards into the middle of the cake, her hooves instantly sinking out of sight. “Oh, Black, it looks like I'm sinking again,” she crooned at him as the thick, crispy frosting sucked her in up to her knees. Black decided to move closer, not wanting to miss a minute of this sink-fest.
“Oooo, this feels wonderful on my legs,” Tasha moaned as the “quicksand” slurped up her massive, feminine thighs and started sucking hungrily at her hips and derriere.
“Uh, Tasha, don't you think you're sinking kind of fast?” Black commented, a little concerned for her welfare.
Tasha, now in cake frosting up to her waist, smiled, crossed her arms, and looked up at him. “Why? Did you want a slower performance?”
“Um, no, just wanted to make sure you don't drown in that stuff.”
“Oh, you're sweet,” she crooned, hugging her breasts as the quickfrosting tickled her ribs. “In any case, I hope the girls will keep me afloat.”
And so they did. As Tasha sank up to her breasts in the frosting, she felt herself beginning to float. She giggled slightly and raised her arms straight up into the air in the classic “save me” pose she saw in all the movies. “So, Black, enjoying the show so far?”
Um, oh, uhhh, y-yes.” Black stammered as his girlfriend's massive melons were finally sucked down into the deep, thick frosting, her arms remaining pointed straight upward as the frosting filled her armpits. That's the position that her arms remained in as she sank up to her neck, chin, and snout. And with a final wink at Black, she disappeared into the mass of white icing, a pair of spandex-clad arms reaching up out of the surface as she slurped up a mouthful of vanilla frosting on her way down.
This was Black's cue, Tossing her the rope, he pulled her out until she was back up to chest depth, then hugged her around the armpits and hoisted her the rest of the way out. Black had to admit he was a little disappointed that the frosting was so dry that Tasha came out as clean as when she went in. He would have enjoyed cleaning the frosting off her body.
His disappointment was soon put to bed. “My hero!” Tasha squealed as she kissed him full on the lips and hugged his body tight against her leotard, his face once again buried in her breasts. Black hugged back, enjoying the feeling of spandex in his arms.
“Well, I should go get changed,” Tasha cooed as she turned off the camera and strutted back inside. “Your party guests will be arriving any minute!”
And what a great party it was! The guests (the entire MW2SOAG cast) took turns sinking into that same birthday cake! ^_^
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