Splicing: the combining of DNA from a human and non-human source, resulting in animal-like humans. Genetically they are both, so having children means there's a chance of getting either a regular human or a spliced baby. It's been several generations since splicing started, so the new generations are more varied than just by skin tone. And that variety extends to the bedroom as well. You want to get boned by a dog? How about drink from a literal cow-girl's tits? How about riding a horse-man all night long? One thing's for sure, sex is on a whole other level nowadays.
"Another slow night at the gym" Elizabeth mused as she leaned on the front counter. She worked the late shift at the 24 hour gym, and so far she hadn't seen anyone interesting come in, but the gym was far from empty. There were a few latecomers over on the treadmills, and a couple more on the weight machines, but they never socialized with her. She wondered if any of her favorite customers were going to come in tonight. She hoped so, because she hadn't talked to anyone since shift change.
She had on her favorite pink Playboy tank top, a pair of black short shorts that had 'SEXY' written across the back right below the hole where her fluff of a tail poked through, and a loose hair tie holding her floppy ears back. She certainly looked like a sexy bunny, because, well, she was a bunny.
She was a rabbit spliced, and a very beautiful one at that. Her body was covered in a light tan fur that looked like skin from a distance, except for one large white patch that ran from her chin all the way down her front and between her legs to her tail. She had a tiny rabbit-like nose, and large floppy ears that were higher up the side of her head than normal human ears were. She was also very fit, with a thin frame that made her C cup breasts stick out a lot. She was also a bit short, only topping out at 5'4", though she often said that her ears would make her look taller if they didn't droop so much.
She let out a sigh, wiggling her butt in the air as she wondered if tonight would be interesting at all. You see, Elizabeth liked her job for several reasons. The first was that it paid rent and kept her fed, which is always a plus. The second, and the most important to her, was because sometimes the patrons would want a little one-on-one action in the locker rooms after a good workout, and she was more than happy to oblige. The third reason she liked her job was because her boss knew what she was doing and purposefully looked the other way, so long as she gave him a little action from time to time. She didn't mind the occasional bang session with her pervy boss if it meant getting to play with all the musclebound hotties that came in at night.
She was lost in her daydreams when she heard the front door open and snapped out of her daze. She glanced up and saw Roger, one of her favorite regulars, walk in and give her a smile and a wave. She cocked an eyebrow at him, her secret way of asking if he wanted a little extra after his session. He winked back, confirming his interest in a fuck after his work out, before making his way to the treadmills. Roger was tall, buff, and had a sexy tan all over. She was pretty sure he was from Hawaii, but she never asked, nor did she really care to. Elizabeth was now smiling happily, knowing she was a going to get a good fuck in about an hour, and the wait would only make it better in the end.
Most of the other patrons were gone by the time Roger finished up, save for one other guy that had come in about a half hour after Roger had, but she wasn't interested in him. He was fit, but he looked geeky to her. She couldn't place it, but he wasn't likely to have anything worth playing with behind closed doors. Roger made his way to the locker room, and Elizabeth slipped in right behind him, making sure no one had seen her. He put his clothes in his gym bag and grabbed a towel, then walked over to the showers. Elizabeth stripped down to nothing in seconds and followed him, her clothes lying on a bench forgotten.
The best part about having sex with strong men? The positions. Roger picked her up and pinned her to the wall, then buried his tongue in her pussy. She was already incredibly wet from the long wait, but Roger didn't ever skimp on the foreplay. He went to town, hitting all her spots in just the right way, making her wrap her legs around his head as he just kept on going. After about five or so minutes, she finally hit her peak, orgasming as quiet as she could so that it didn't echo off the shower walls. The only thing that escaped her lips was a long sigh of relief, after which Roger gently let her back down to the floor. After a brief moment to regain her composure, Elizabeth grabbed his rock solid 7" cock and steered him so that his back was against the wall, then knelt on the floor. Now it was his turn.
