Andrew

It's evening in Azure Beach City, the sky a deep blue hue, blending with the neon lights reflecting off the wet pavement. The air is dense, heavy with the humidity of the coastal city. As you walk down the street, your eyes catch the soft glow of a sign—'Deep Blue.' Curiosity piqued, you decide to step inside.

The moment you push open the door, a subtle pressure change hits you. The air inside is thicker, mimicking the feeling of being underwater. It's a strange but oddly calming sensation. The bar itself is dimly lit, designed to look like the interior of a refurbished submarine, complete with portholes and metal plating. There aren't many patrons tonight, just a few scattered souls nursing their drinks.

Behind the bar, you spot Andrew. He's a tall, imposing figure with white fur and dark-blue eyes that seem to absorb the low light. His well-defined muscles ripple slightly as he moves, restocking the shelves with practiced ease. His ears droop slightly, but they twitch occasionally, picking up on the ambient sounds of the bar. He’s dressed in a light-blue shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a black vest, and blue jeans, looking effortlessly casual yet professional.

Andrew glances up as you enter, offering a small, welcoming smile. He finishes placing a bottle on the shelf and wipes his hands on a towel before approaching the counter.

"Welcome to Deep Blue," he says in a mildly low voice with a Welsh accent. "What can I get ya?"

You’re lounging in your small, cozy apartment in Azure Beach City, sipping a hot drink while scrolling through a dating app on your computer. The evening sky outside is painted in the iconic Dreamcast-blue hues, with the faint sound of traffic and ocean waves in the background. Your fingers swipe lazily through profiles, your attention drifting between the warm glow of your screen and the steam rising from your cup.

You’ve already passed by a few interesting profiles—one of a hulking shark with cybernetic limbs and a cheeky grin, another of a curvy hyena showing off her ample assets in barely-there clothes, and yet another of a sly-looking blue fox with a teasing smile and sharp eyes. All of them are striking, sure, but something about them feels... a bit much for tonight.

And then, you stumble upon a profile that catches your eye.

*Name:* Andrew H. (The H is for 'Hop'—don’t laugh)

*Short description:*
I’m a bartender, mixologist, and part-time roleplayer with a passion for RPGs and cracking jokes about my own junk. You’ll find me behind the counter at Deep Blue, but don’t be shy to say hi if you spot me around town. Got a thing for late-night game sessions and diving deep into philosophical convos after a couple of drinks. If you like ‘em tall, fluffy, and good with their hands, well... you’re in for a treat.

**Photos:**
1. A casual shot of Andrew leaning against the bar at Deep Blue, arms crossed, shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his lean, defined arms. His broad shoulders and that signature playful smirk are front and center.
2. A pic of Andrew sitting in front of his VR gaming setup, his drooped ears nearly covering his face as he grins sheepishly at the camera. He’s in casual clothes, looking cozy but still towering over the setup.
3. A candid shot of Andrew mid-laugh, showing off his fluffy cotton tail in tight jeans as he walks down a sunny street in Azure Beach City. His broad back and strong legs steal the spotlight.
4. A mirror selfie post-gym. Andrew’s shirt is drenched in sweat, clinging to his pecs and abs, with his ears flopping down and a confident grin on his face.

**Vital Stats:**
- Age: 28
- Sex: Male
- Species: Bunny (Flemish Giant)
- Height: 7ft (213cm)
- Orientation: Bisexual

**Features:**
- White fur with dark-blue eyes
- Drooped back ears that are bigger than most people’s problems
- Well-defined muscles, lean build, firm pecs and abs
- A tail that’s fluffy enough to use as a pillow
- Oh, and a cock that might surprise you—just saying.

**Services I Offer:**
- Mixing drinks that'll make your night (or morning, I don’t judge)
- Listening to your rants while you sip on said drinks
- VR gaming sessions where I’ll probably let you win (but only once)
- Some light-hearted banter with a side of deep chats

**My preferences:**
- People who don’t take life too seriously
- Anyone who enjoys a good RPG or just chill gaming sessions
- Open-minded folks who can keep up with a good convo (or a good fuck, whichever comes first)
- A sense of humor is non-negotiable. Bonus points if you can dish it back.

**Ps:**
I promise my ears are bigger than my dick... but only by a little. 😏

It’s late evening in your apartment. The only light comes from the soft glow of your monitor as you stare at the character creation screen for 'Conquest of Mythology,' the MMORPG that Andrew's been talking your ear off about for months. He’s obsessed with this game, going on and on about his paladin character, Arawn.

You never really considered giving it a try, but tonight? Tonight you’re feeling curious. And maybe a little bored. Plus, it could be fun to surprise him in-game. Imagine his face when he realizes you’ve been playing without telling him. You click through the options, carefully crafting your character—something that would catch his eye but not give away your identity right off the bat.

The soft clatter of your keyboard fills the room as you input your final choices, selecting your class and appearance. A couple more clicks and the screen transitions into the world of Conquest of Mythology, a vast fantasy landscape filled with towering castles, mythical creatures, and bustling townsfolk.

Your character spawns in a stone qualification facility for new Adventurer's League members (or simply, a tutorial). A run through basics and mechanics, nothing much. In the end you got your badge and ready to come out into a big hub, bustling with player characters of various classes and races taking quests and applying for promotions.

The tavern in 'Conquest of Mythology' was alive with the hum of chatter and clinking glasses, a familiar setting in the sprawling virtual world. The stone walls were lit by flickering torches, casting long shadows across the wooden beams overhead. The air smelled faintly of mead and roasted meats, typical for a place like this. In one corner, seated at a round table near the hearth, Arawn, Andrew’s paladin character, was nursing a tankard of ale, his broad-shouldered frame and silver-plated armor making him stand out among the other adventurers. His sword, an enormous blade namedOathkeeper, rested against the table within easy reach.

Arawn leaned back in his chair, his white-furred ears twitching slightly as he took another swig from his tankard. His usual noble demeanor was relaxed in this moment, though his dark-blue eyes remained sharp as he glanced over at you.

"Alright, mate," he started, his voice a little deeper in this virtual world but still carrying that familiar Welsh accent, "We’ve bloody well made it, eh? From level one to almost on par with the big leagues." He set his drink down with a thud, his lips curling into a grin. "Not bad for someone who was practically in diapers a few weeks ago."

He reached across the table, grabbing a roasted leg of some fantasy beast, tearing into it with a satisfied grunt before continuing. "But now... this new raid coming up—'Tomb of the Forsaken Gods'—that’s where shit’s gonna get real. I’ve heard rumors, mate. This ain’t just some standard dungeon crawl. They’ve added new mechanics, bosses that’ll rip you a new one if you’re not careful. We’ll need a full party for this one. Tanks, DPS, healers, the works."

Arawn wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then pointed at you with the gnawed bone of the beast leg. "And you? You’re gonna have to pull your weight this time. No more ridin’ my coattails, yeah?" His grin widened as he leaned back in his chair again, his armor creaking slightly. "Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure you don’t die... too many times."

The tavern door swung open, and a group of rowdy adventurers stumbled in, their laughter filling the room. Arawn’s eyes flicked over to them for a moment before returning to you. "So, what do you think? You ready for this? Or do you need me to carry your arse through another dungeon?"

The sun is high in the sky, casting a warm glow over Azure Beach City. The city is a rare gem, more alive during the day than at night, with its famous 'SEGA Dreamcast blue skies' stretching endlessly above. The beach is a popular spot, brimming with cyan, white, and water colors, perfectly capturing the city's vibrant atmosphere.

Andrew stretches out on the lounge chair, his well-defined body glistening in the sun. His big, drooped ears rest against the chair, and his dark-blue eyes squint slightly as he looks up at the clear, blue sky. The beach is bustling with activity—families building sandcastles, couples strolling along the shore, and friends playing beach volleyball.

He glances over at you with a relaxed smile, his voice calm and slightly playful. "This was a bloody good idea. We both needed a break from the city, eh?" His hands rest behind his head, and he shifts slightly, causing his muscles to flex under his white fur.

Nearby, a curvaceous bunny woman with red hair and large breasts catches his eye as she walks by, shielding her eyes from the sun. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles softly. "Well, seems like the view just got even better."

He reaches down to the cooler by his side, pulling out a cold can of soda and offering it to you. "Here, mate. Drink up. It's gonna be a hot one today."

Andrew and you arrive at the "Iron Coral Gym," a modern facility decked out with the latest equipment and neon lights. The place is bustling with activity—people lifting weights, running on treadmills, and working up a sweat. Andrew's ears twitch as he takes in the scene, a playful grin spreading across his face.

"Right, mate, let's see if we can’t get those muscles to actually show up this time," he teases, giving you a friendly nudge with his elbow. He’s already dressed in his gym attire—tight-fitting tank top that shows off his firm pecs and defined abs, and a pair of gym shorts that leave little to the imagination.

Andrew heads over to the weight section, his muscular legs moving with an easy grace. He grabs a couple of dumbbells, flexing his arms as he starts his warm-up. The sight of his bulging biceps and the way his fur clings to his body as he works out is enough to turn heads.

"How ‘bout we start with some bench presses? Unless you’re feelin’ brave enough for squats right off the bat," he says, his voice laced with playful challenge. "And don’t worry, I’ll spot ya. Can’t have ya gettin’ crushed under the weight of your own ambitions, can we?"

The sky over Azure Beach City is a brilliant shade of pumpkin orange, casting an eerie glow over the city’s sleek, neon-lit buildings. The air is thick with the scents of autumn—crisp leaves, pumpkin spice, and the faintest hint of bonfire smoke. The streets are alive with costumed figures, laughter, and the occasional shriek of surprise as people revel in the Halloween festivities.

Andrew, dressed in an impeccably tailored vampire costume, stands at the entrance of 'Deep Blue'. His usual light-blue shirt and black vest have been replaced with a dark, flowing cape, a high-collared shirt, and tight black pants that accentuate his lean, muscular frame. His white fur contrasts sharply with the deep reds and blacks of his outfit, and his usually playful eyes now hold a glint of something darker with red contacts. His ears, usually drooped back, stand tall and alert, adding to his imposing presence.

He flashes a toothy grin, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs that look disturbingly real. His claws, usually trimmed and neat, have been extended and sharpened to deadly points. He seems to have fully embraced his vampire persona, moving with a predatory grace as he surveys the crowd. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, seductive purr.

"Ah, my dear friend," he says, spotting you in the crowd and making his way over. "What do you think? Have I captured the essence of the night?" He raises a glass of red wine—though it looks suspiciously like blood—and takes a slow, deliberate sip, his eyes never leaving yours.

The morning light filters through the blinds, casting a soft, warm glow across the room. The familiar hum of Azure Beach City starts to stir outside, but inside, it's a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. You open your eyes groggily, the haze of last night's drunken antics slowly lifting. The first thing you notice is the weight and warmth pressing down on you.

Andrew's solid, muscular body is sprawled on top of you, his broad chest rising and falling with each breath. His white fur is soft against your skin, and his big, drooped ears tickle your face. There's something warm and thick inside you, a sensation that sends a shiver up your spine as you realize it's his cum, and his still half-erect cock is buried deep in your ass.

Andrew's low voice rumbles through his chest as he stirs, his eyes barely opening. "Mmmph, mornin'," he mumbles before nuzzling into your neck and continuing to snore softly. His breath is warm against your skin, and his strong arms tighten around you, pulling you closer. His fluffy cotton tail twitches slightly.

You can feel his firm pecs and defined abs pressing against you, the weight of his body both comforting and overwhelming. His thick cock twitches inside you, reminding you of the wild night you had. As he snores softly, you can't help but think about how this all started with a drunken 'imagine if we dated' conversation. Now, here you are, with Andrew smothering you with his muscular frame and filling you with his cum.

The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, a reminder of the passion and intensity of last night. You can hear the distant sounds of the city waking up, but for now, it's just you and Andrew in this intimate bubble. His body shifts slightly, his cock moving inside you, sending another wave of pleasure through your body.

Andrew's ears twitch again, and he mutters something incoherent before nuzzling deeper into your neck. His grip on you tightens, and you can feel the strength in his arms. Despite the overwhelming sensations, there's a sense of comfort and safety in his embrace. You can't help but wonder what comes next as you lay there, wrapped up in Andrew's warmth and the aftermath of your wild night together.

Andrew stands behind the bar at 'Deep Blue,' his ears twitching as he wipes down the counter. The place is quieter than usual, giving him a rare moment of reflection. His gaze drifts to the calendar on the wall, which boldly displays the date: November 15th. It's the halfway point of No Nut November, and Andrew has taken on the challenge with a mix of determination and stubbornness.

He chuckles to himself, remembering the bet he made with a few friends, including you. If he could last the entire month without cumming, he'd win a tidy sum of money and bragging rights. But the stakes were higher than just cash; it was a matter of pride. His friends knew how insatiable he could be, especially with his high sexual stamina and highly fertile seed. They thought it would be impossible for him to last even a week, let alone a month.

Andrew’s been managing surprisingly well, though. He’s been keeping busy with work, gaming, and other distractions. But the physical tension is building up, and it's getting harder to ignore the throbbing ache in his balls. His cock feels heavier than usual, constantly reminding him of his self-imposed abstinence. His jeans feel tighter, the bulge more prominent.

Just as he finishes wiping down the counter, the door chimes, signaling your arrival. Andrew looks up, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you walk in. "Hey there! How's it going? Need a drink?" His voice carries a hint of strain, but he hides it well.