Chapter 3 - Best Friend's Sister
This part has been a long time coming, a good number of months, but it's finally here! As with the other two, a huge thanks to Spear - this story is as much his as it is mine, and he deserves a full half the credit. This wouldn't exist without him. Check out his stuff!
I intend to continue this series, and am hoping to produce a few more chapters. Enjoy!
"Spear, what gives?"
Ryan hurried along behind his friend, his shorter legs moving noticeably quicker to keep up with the large wolf. For reasons unknown to the fox, Spear had been acting rather chirpy and affectionate over the past few weeks, dishing out hugs and head-rubs far more willingly than he had done so before. Ryan wasn't complaining, although there had been one or two awkward moments at school where they had nearly been caught. To top off this sudden bout of tenderness, Spear had told him immediately after their first class that he had a surprise of sorts.
Well, maybe not a surprise, but he had nevertheless asked Ryan to follow him immediately upon exiting the classroom, quickly shoving his way through the students exiting their morning classes.
"Mom's working late again, the house is free if you want to come over!" Ryan bounced up beside his friend, happily walking along beside him as they made their way through the school corridors.
The wolf shot his friend a grin. "Just hurry, or she'll stop waiting."
Spear didn't bother to explain who 'she' was as he bounded forward, holding the fox's hand as they walked. For some reason, he just felt so... perfect lately. Maybe fucking a vixen did something for his self-esteem, maybe it helping out his friend. His confidence was through the roof - which was saying something, considering its natural abundance.
Walking around and behind the science block, the two furs came upon a third. Leaning against the wall in the shade of the three-story building stood another black wolf; a little shorter than Spear. Her bust decent in size, though her figure was perfect: not scrawny, yet thin and slender with a slight athletic build. Spotting them both, she turned about, fixing her yellow eyes upon Spear. They matched.
It was obvious enough who it was.
"Hey, sis!" Spear waved, and then shoved his small friend forward a bit. "This is Ryan!"
Ryan resisted just a little. "Spear, what the he-"
"Don't worry!" he said, leaning down to whisper in his friend's ear, "I told her about you! How you two liked a lot of the same games. So, uh, have fun!"
He turned and ran, his snickering disappearing into the general rabble of the schoolyard.
The she-wolf looked down at the fox, blinking for a moment. "Hi."
His friend had turned tail and ran! He had abandoned him, leaving him with this she-wolf! Spear had mentioned his sister once or twice, but Ryan had never actually met her. Despite being in his grade, she was taller than him by an inch or two, noticeably more slender, and certainly a little more intimidating. It was obvious she was of the same stock as Spear; her body near-perfect, with long, slender legs and a nice, flowing tail, though not as full and luxurious as Ryan's.
"Um. . . h-hi!"
He didn't know what to say! She was dressed like she was in a band, a rather tight pair of jeans tightly hugging her hips and buttocks and a black t-shirt constraining her nicely sized breasts. Pushing the limits of the dress code, certainly, but not enough to have her sent home.
". . .so. . ."
But it wasn't the clothing, it was her eyes. Bright yellow orbs, piercing and severe. But where Spear's were always so full of mirth and kindness, these were. . . a little cold.The fox shuffled a little on the spot, his eyes darting about, refusing to lock with hers for anything more than a fraction of a second. Having her look down on him, inspecting him, judging him, it was off-putting, to say the least. He didn't have much to offer girls; he was small, weedy and shy.
Swallowing a lump in this through, his eyes quickly scanned her body. desperately seeking for something to compliment her on. Girls liked that, right? Finally, he settled on a number of band pins stuck to the waistband of her jeans.
"Uh . . . nice pins."
The wolf girl didn't seem to pay the complement any notice.
"Ryan, right?" she huffed. "I don't suppose my dolt brother told you my name. Pepper. And don't. I know what my last name is, I hear enough of it from other idiots here."
Her eyes danced over the fox, flashing up and down and taking in every detail of his body. In part, it was only because she could sense his insecurity. Like any good predator, sensing weakness only stirred her primal instincts, her gaze intensifying. Something about it gave her a kick.
"Nice tail." she said, breaking the increasingly awkward silence as she paced around the fox. "Don't overbrush it, though; you'll split the fur."
"Um, thanks. . ." he replied.
He tried to give her a cute smile, but just ended up looking a little awkward, as if he was still trying to hide something. Why did Spear have to leave? He always felt more secure with the wolf around, and didn't much fancy his chances trying to talk up a girl without him. Spear seemed to have no problem with it. Anything he said would have the girls hanging off his every word.
Must be that excessive, easygoing confidence.
"No problem." Pepper's thoughts turned to the compliment he had paid her earlier. Most of her pins, of which she had loads, were from bands far too obscure for the typical students of their high school to know of. Still, it seemed he was at least making an effort.
"So you like MD.45, too?" She smirked and took a step closer to the fox, resting her gloved hand on a hip. "What's your favorite song?"
"Oh. . .um, MD.45?" Ryan had absolutely no idea who they were.
He listened to a little music, though very few actual bands. He had to say something!
"Pepper. . . that's a nice name." he squeaked, his voice higher than he had anticipated. "Well, I don't really listen to many bands, I just thought the pins, you know. . . looked nice."
Not exactly smooth, although he had at least managed to force out two compliments so far.
"Oh!" He suddenly lit up, ears pricking and standing upright atop his head. "I really like Frank Klepacki, he did all the soundtracks for the Command and Conquer series! Joel Eriksson too, he did the music for Battlefield!"
'Shit.' he couldn't have come up with a lamer thing to say.
Pepper's smirk broadened. She knew the fox was just trying to act cute and make empty smalltalk, though her expression became suddenly dour at the mention of artists of whom she knew nothing. It was almost surprising, and it seemed Spear hadn't totally talked out of his ass about the kit.
"Huh. Well, you know some music then." Pepper's smile returned. "Truthfully, I don't really know most names from games like that, but I do like the music from those ones. Favorite's Red Alert 2 and Battlefield 2142. Good music, yeah."
She leaned in really, really close, bending down slightly to the fox. The scent of peppermint shampoo overwhelmed the fox's nose. Those yellow, judging eyes peered into his on the level, and the smile was still carved across her muzzle. It was rather fun embarrassing him, she'd have to thank Spear for that later. Perhaps the kit wasn't totally boring.
"Well, you pretty good? You can at least bear Spear, right?" She rolled her eyes at the thought. "He brags all the time, but he sucks."
Ryan cocked his head to the side. She suddenly seemed very interested in games. Spear had mentioned that she played, but the fox had assumed that meant games like The Sims, or maybe The Legend of Zelda. Girly games, or so he liked to call them.
But here she was, talking about games that he played!
"Oh. . . heh. . . yeah, he does a bit, doesn't he?"
His voice continued to crackle and waver. With the she-wolf leaning in so close,the smell was . . wonderful. Overwhelming. A soft, feminine scent mixed in with the sweet odour of her shampoo. Ryan felt his heart beat a little faster. Did he dare? Spear had been talking a lot more about the girls Ryan might have liked over the past few weeks, perhaps he had tried to hook him up.
But, with his sister?!
He wouldn't admit to anyone, except perhaps Spear, but Ryan had a bit of a fetish for cute, submissive girls. Still, he'd never had a chance to be with one, so he honestly didn't know. Pepper was most certainly not acting submissive, but despite being rather overbearing, he found her to be remarkably alluring. Playful, even.
"Hey, Pepper?" he said, trying to force a bit of confidence into his voice. "I know Spear might have gone a bit far with trying to set this up, but would you like to come over and play games this afternoon?"
"I would say more than 'a bit'. He doesn't know when to shut up." Her eyes were still fixated upon him, her expression mosty one of curiosity, though with a slight titillating hint. The way the fox breathed, the way his eyes looked, how his facial muscles flexed.
'So, doing this gets you. . .'
Not finishing the thought, she leaned back, and shrugged.
"Hmm, I don't know," she said, turning her head with her eyes closed. One eyelid cracked open, and she looked at him, watching the fox's hope drain from his face.
Spear certainly had told her about his friend, spending the better part of the last week talking him up, and had pushed on the two meeting together. It had gotten to the point that it rather annoyed her, and in part she was only here to get him off her case. He had been only described as a shy little fox who liked games. She thought he'd be some little pushover who would be annoying and needy. Now that she was here, however, she had to admit he was rather. . . cute.
Knowing Spear would be upset if she said no, she sighed.
"Oh, sure." She crossed her arms again, and leaned back against the building, and stared off to her right. "But if I get bored after kicking your ass too much, I'm goin' home."
Again, she turned to face him. "Okay?"
Excitement surged through his body. She had said yes! It was a small victory, though one he had never experienced before. Most girls wouldn't even look twice at him, let alone actually agree to spend some time with him. He very much doubted that it would go anywhere, but he could at least say he had tried.
Still, she seemed a bit hesitant, maybe even slightly annoyed. Ryan took what he could get, and was simply glad someone had agreed to what was, in a very loose sense, a date.
"Oh! That's cool, you don't mind getting the bus, do you? Bus number four, meet me after school. Just tell the old crow you're supposed to be on it, he never bothers to check the student list."
He flashed her a genuine smile this time before jogging his way back towards the school. He was late for class, but for once, he didn't care.
"I'll see you there, Pepper!" he yipped.
Ryan was overflowing with happiness, far removed from his usual timid self. Still, why not? He finally had a reason to be so, and as Spear had seemed so excessively cheerful lately, he wanted a reason to be so as well!
"Yeah, got it," she said, and put a stick of gum in her mouth to chew. "Bus four."
After a final nod, she watched the fox disappear across the schoolyard. His fluffy tail wagged back and forth vigorously, maintaining her attention for as long as she could see it,
She gazed down at her own.
'Ugly.'
Spear exhaled loudly as he opened his locker and dropped his backpack inside. Lazily, he kicked the dented metal door shut with his foot, and he turned to walk down the mostly-empty hallway. Now that it was his free period, he intended to go the library and hunt about for something interesting to read. Most students would go to a study room or the campus yard, but the wolf never did that; he wasn't behind on anything, and preferred privacy over inane conversation.
He tried not to think too much about his friend and sister. Whatever would happen, it was out of his control at this point. Pepper could be a bit cold, even bitchy, and Ryan wasn't exactly the type to stand up for himself in such situations. Still, that was, in a way, an advantage. Pepper wouldn't look upon him as just another guy - she'd give him a real chance.
As long as he could get past the initial meeting.
The black wolf pushed the thoughts from his mind and made for the library. For a public school, it was pretty big, with thousands upon thousands of books lining up in tall shelves against the walls. Unless someone was large enough, it wasn't possible to reach them without asking the elderly dalmatian behind the front desk for help. And you didn't want to ask her for help.
"Morning. . ." A little bit of politeness, however, went a long way.
Spear walked straight to the action/adventure section, slowly viewing each title. Generic titles, mostly, but upon reaching the very corner of the library, a particular cover caught his attention. Interesting artwork, and a little thicker than most of the volumes on offer.
"Collected Works of Calcelmo, huh?" he mumbled to himself, and pulled the book from the shelf. It was heavy, and he nearly dropped it before he laid it on one arm and flipped through a few pages, reading part of the first story.
"Huh, pretty good, I guess. . ."
Where was he? Where was that damned wolf!?
The leopard had spent the better part of the past half hour skulking about the school corridors, occasionally ducking into empty classrooms in search of his target. He had a bone to pick, a rather pressing matter that demanded his attention, going so far as to miss his morning class to make his point.
"You!" he grabbed a freshman, a small otter boy, by his collar and yanked him sideways. "Wolf, thick black mane. Have you seen him?"
"W-who? Uh, you mean. . . Spear?"
"Just tell me where he is!"
The otter didn't respond, trembling as he was. Instead, he gingerly raised a paw and pointed in the direction of the school library.
"Yeah, thanks!" The leopard violently shoved the kid back against a row of lockers before marching in the indicated direction.
'Library? Fucking nerd.'
"Hey! Fag!"
Having selected a book, Spear had set out to find a quiet table at which to read. He hadn't taken more than a few steps when the fuming feline had come up hard against him, pushing him back against the shelves.
With an exasperated sigh, the wolf looked down at the leopard. "Yeah?"
This really was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. Ty wasn't just an ass, he was a persistent ass. Usually, the cat didn't bother him so much, preferring to target the more vulnerable Ryan for his entertainment.
"I really don't want trouble. I just want to read, alright?"
Ty's heart was pounding a little, though the only outward sign that Spear could see were the few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This wasn't some usual confrontation; Seb wasn't around to back him up. Of course, he had intended it that way; this wasn't something he wanted other people seeing.
Spear made a motion to push past.
"Dog!" he spat, blocking the wolf from leaving. "You've got some real nerve, pulling something like you did at the cinema! What do you think Seb thinks of me now? Do you think he still respects me?! FUCK YOU!"
Ty raised his arms, flashing his claws out and took a step forward.
The slightest hint of worry spread across Spear's face. Would the leopard seriously lash out at him in a library? This was unusual, to be sure, but the circumstances were rather extreme as well.
The wolf took a big step back, holding both his paws up defensively, and narrowed his eyes at Ty. "A lot of people don't respect you, Seb. Me kissing you isn't really the problem."
Ty's eyes remained unblinking, darting about in a frantic, savage dance..
"Now, if that's all you have to say to me, I'm going to go read."
Spear could see that a few furs had their heads turned towards them, though none bothered more than a cursory glance. Students yelling and swearing at each other was commonplace, and despite their surroundings, it simply wasn't notable enough to warrant any further attention.
"You're a twisted fucker, you know that, Spear?" Ty continued rapidly closing the distance between himself at the wolf. "Who the fuck does that sort of thing?"
Ty's feet feel silently on the carpeted floor. His voice was surprisingly low and, despite his obvious anger, there was the slightest hint of a tremble. What was the most surprisingly, however, was the fact that he had not once made eye contact. He keep his gaze averted, looking instead to the floor, out windows or at books; anywhere but at Spear.
"Ty, what-"
With a final leap, Ty bounded up to the wolf, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him close, a vicious sneer spread across his muzzle. With a surprising amount of strength, he pulled the taller wolf down to his level, leaning forward to whisper something. . .
". . . k-kiss me again."
Spear barely contained the urge to yank a book from the shelves and smack it across the leopard's face. He didn't want to be the one to strike the first blow, even if he were being physically assaulted. Zero tolerance policies and all. Compromising between that and simply submitting, he bared his lupine fangs and growled, making it clear he was willing to at least try to fight if Ty hurt him.
But then, that request. That demand. A blank look dissolved the angry face before confusion slowly took its place.
"What?"
There was nothing wrong with his hearing; he had heard Ty perfectly. The leopard need not repeat himself, but the wolf was completely dumbfounded nevertheless
". . why?"
Confusion very abruptly gave way to anger. Intense, burning anger. Every instance of Ty and Seb chasing Ryan and calling him a fag came to mind. Every time his friend had been bullied, put down, or had vicious rumours spread about him.
"Is this some kind of joke?" Spear slapped the hands away from his neck. "Is this some weird plan you and Seb came up with to get back at me?"
Ty hissed, again slamming the wolf backwards against the shelving. With the canine now pinned, the leopard ran one of his paws across Spear's chest, sliding it up and about his neck, pricking him with his claws.
"D-don't make me say it again!" his voice was huffy and intense, yet there was a very obvious uncertainty to it. "Fucking kiss me."
He was now pressed fully against the wolf, his machine-gun heartbeat easily detectable through his chest. Spear would be feeling it, pounding and throbbing against him.
"S-seb isn't here. It's. . . just us."
"You really. . " It wasn't a joke. The pounding heartbeat, the slight bulge rubbing against him through his pants, and the look in the cat's eyes. The realization that Ty had been looking around to make sure they were alone for this reason caused a stir in Spear's sheath; a sudden rush of blood and sensation. His own breath quickened. If he were to ever admit it - which he wouldn't - the leopard was kind of hot. A bit of a jock-type, with a good build. And this close, he could smell the nervousness from the cat, the sweat making the other male a little musky.
Spear grinned, and then leaned in to the curious boy. Their muzzles touched, and this time, Ty didn't pull back.
The bully didn't deserve gentleness. Spear crammed his tongue past Ty's lips, eagerly lapping at the sandpapery tongue. A paw shot to the back of the cat's head, claws digging in and pushing their faces more tightly together. Saliva dribbled down their chins as the kiss became intense and sloppy, Spear loudly sucking on the cat's lips while another hand scratched down his back, eventually resting just above the tail. A tiny moan came from the wolf as the passion rapidly increased. Thrusting his hips forward, he started to grind his crotch against Ty's.
"So, you kind of liked it before, huh?" Spear growled, silencing any reply with another heavy kiss. "You went home and jacked off to it, didn't you? Who's the fag now?"
Ty growled in response and bit down on Spear's lip. It was as good as he remembered it. Better, even. He hated himself for enjoying it, but he simply couldn't resist that tongue. The wolf's scent flowed over him, and he breathed it in sharply, blasting a few sharp breath's out of his nostrils and directly over Spear's face.
He felt the wolf's paws come to rest just above his rump. Almost automatically, he thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against the larger canine, mashing their crotches together as his excitement continued to build. He had really done it, he had really fucking done this! The leopard was so immensely turned on, though he didn't want to be. He desperately wished that he didn't want this as badly as he did. He had never felt so disgusted with himself.
But he just couldn't stop.
The kiss broke, and his claws immediately flashed out, stopping just under the wolf's chin. "You tell anyone about this, and I'll cut you from ear to ear, got it?"
Without waiting for a reply, he again locked lips with the wolf and madly made out.
There was more than just a kiss, though. A hand snaking it's way down his front, claws running roughly over his surprisingly toned belly before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Ty felt the wolf grip over his hard flesh. A few half-hearted strokes followed, with Spear's thumb circling his tip in a rather uncomfortable fashion, pricking at the exceptionally sensitive flesh.
"Yeah, your secret's safe with me, fag," he growled.
While the wolf's intention had been to put this punky leopard in his place, he found himself enjoying the exchange a little too much. The bite he had received, the texture of the cat's veiny length beneath his paw; Spear had to admit he was getting into this. A lot.
He started to pump his fist a little harder.
Ty groaned, and his own paws found their way up and under the canine's shirt, his smaller, sharper claws scraping through the thick, black fur.
"Do it," Spear whispered, nuzzling at the cat's fangs to bait him into biting him again before sucking down over the rough tongue, pulling it into his muzzle. "Scratch me. Hard. Under my shirt, so no-one can see."
If this was really happening, if both he and the feline were really getting into this, then Spear would make it the best Ty had ever been given.Ever. By anyone. The bastard wouldn't look at women the same way again!
"Ah. . . ah!"
Ty shut his eyes tight, trying his utmost to ignore the fact that a male's paw was now wrapped firmly about his cathood, pumping furiously and bringing him to a level of arousal he had never experienced before. He whimpered at the sensation, gyrating his hips and pressing himself harder into the wolf, thrusting his cock upwards, wanting more of this new homoerotc sensation.
"Fuck. . . you better not stop!"
As per the wolf's request, his claws were raking their way across his chest, the razor sharp points digging into the flesh. Sore red scratch marks appeared, but would be hidden by the thick fur and shirt.
"S-squeeze me hard when I cum. . . fag. . ." he panted, his release building ever closer.
Spear grinned, and sped up his paw. "What would Seb think? What would he say if he was here? Seeing you get jerked off like this, and loving it!"
"F-fuck you!"
"Oh, I bet you'd. . . love to. . . you-" Spear cut himself short, grinding his fangs together to stop a yelp as the cat's claw lashed at this chest. Rather than respond with aggression of his own, he pulled his shirt up, keeping the fabric out of the way so that he could aim Ty's dick at his slashed body.
"Cum over me, mark your prey," he whispered, jerking the cat off as hard as he could; squeezing the shaft harder. He could tell the feline was close and about to pop. It was a shame the favour wasn't being returned, but being able to jack off a 'straight' male was good enough all by itself.
Ty's eyes rolled back in his head. "F-fag!"
Any further commentary from the leopard was made impossible as he felt himself crash over the edge, his cock spurting thick ropes of white seed. Spear's belly and chest fur were painted; his paw continuing to pump back and forth along the pulsating organ, coaxing more of Ty's cum out. The jerking continued well past the point by which Ty's balls had emptied their load, bringing the cat to the point of collapse.
Spear didn't let up.
He mashed his lips against Ty's once more, the sudden assault combined with a final few tugs of his paw drawing out a second orgasm. Still kissing, still furiously masturbating the cat, Spear growled and bit down.
And then broke the fanged kiss with a broad, wolfish smile.
"Well, I better get to my reading. Break won't last much longer, you know. That was nice, and I think you needed it."
He walked a few paces before digging his paw into his pocket and flipping out his phone, the green record icon showing several minutes of audio.
". . . and if you want a third reason to leave Ryan alone, just hit me up."
"One, two, three. . ."
Four. The doors snapped shut when the she-wolf was a half-dozen yards from stepping onto the bus, the aging driver paying little attention to her until she slammed her fist against the yellow aluminium panel.
"Thinking of leaving without me?" Pepper took a step on, dismissing the crow's outstretched wing.
"This is my bus."
Whether through apathy or a simple desire to avoid the complaints of some overprotective parents, the avian simply shrugged, waving her towards the back of the bus.
"Just spit that gum out, missy," the grumpy bird huffed out.
She sneered a little, making a show of sticking the offending gum to inside of the door before picking her way along the rows of tattered seats towards the back of the bus. Ryan had found his usual seat, and was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Judging by his obvious bouncing and inadvertent yapping, he was perhaps a little too eager.
"Hey," she said blandly, taking a seat beside him and casting her gaze out the window, "Do you always have to put up with that old bas-"
"MISTER, PEPPER DOESN'T BELONG ON THIS BUS, SHE'S JUST FOLLOWING HER NEW BOYFRIEND HOME!"
She turned to flip off the yelling giraffe girl, jaw clenched and the white of her fangs clearly showing. Laura was the prissiest cunt Pepper knew, always on her case, always looking for the slightest reason to drop some snide or underhanded comment.
The crow rolled his eyes and reached for the radio, switching it on and buzzing in a station. Country music.
The fox's eyes fell to his lap.
Ryan was used to enduring such insults himself, and had copped more than his fair share from the school's female students. Laura was no exception. The best response he had been able to come up with was that her long neck was only good for ramming cock down. She had calmly responded by saying that she was at least getting some action, while he wasn't. She had been correct, of course, and he hadn't bothered to defend himself against her abuse since.
But this was a little different. He could handle it himself, sure, but seeing someone else take it, it wasn't something he wanted to put up with. Certainly not when that someone was his best friend's sister!
"What's wrong, Laura?" he snarled. "You want her for yourself, you fucking dyke!?"
He immediately regretted it. All eyes in the bus turned to him, a silence falling over the furs. Ryan had never shouted out like that before, especially not in the presence of a girl he was technically supposed to be taking on a date, even if it just was to play some games.
"Um . . . sorry."
Pepper turned her head to face Ryan, the corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly in a near-undetectable grin.
"Hey, calm down. It's not big deal, just ignore them," she whispered. Though the fox's outburst was admirable, he didn't much look like he could handle a fight. Laura was definitely going to pick on him later.
The bitch.
Pepper craned her neck across the rows of seat and shot a long, icy glare at Laura. Slowly, her invisible grin turned into a very noticeable smirk. She grabbed the fox and held him close, mashing him against her chest and whispering in his ear, "Just play along, okay?"
Laura furrowed her brow, her eyes shooting daggers at the black she-wolf as she all but pulled the male fox into her lap. Assured of her attention, and without hesitation, Pepper grabbed a fistful of Ryan's headfur and pulled his lips to hers, abruptly kissing the kit and biting down ever so slightly on his lips. It wasn't deep, though she did use a little more muzzle than intended to silence the yap that would almost certainly have come from the surprised fox's maw.
Good enough.
Adding a flash of fangs to the smirk, she released Ryan and relaxed back in the seat, her attention now completely turned away from the fuming giraffe girl, paying no heed to anyone or anything but the fox seated beside her.
Were it not for the revving of the bus engine, you could have heard a pin drop. Maws hung open and phones were out, clicking away, recording the event that had just taken place. No doubt this news would make the rounds before either Ryan or Pepper returned to the school the following day. Still, not the worst rumour to have spread.
Though it was clear from Ryan's fidgeting and constantly darting eyes that the potential fallout was making him anxious. He couldn't really be blamed.
"I told you," Pepper continued, her voice calm to the point of sounding bored, "just ignore them. Here."
Her paw thrust out, offering the kit one of the earbuds she had produced from her jacket pocket. The high-pitched sound of guitar and clash of drums could be faintly heard coming from them.
"Rammstein. I know, I know; kind of overplayed, but it's not bad anyways."
Ryan accepted the single earbud and pressed it into his triangular ear. He found himself shuffling a little closer to Pepper to avoid stretching the cable. The wolf girl didn't seem to mind, and gently rocked her head back and forth, seemingly paying no attention to the occasional contact. The eyes of his fellow students were still upon him, though he tried to concentrate on the music as much as possible. It was like she had said - not bad.
At the very least, the distraction lasted until his stop.
"Come on."
Much to Ryan's surprise, it was Pepper who led him off the bus, taking his paw in her own and tugging him down the aisle. The gazes continued to follow the pair for furs until they had stepped out and onto the gravelly road that led up towards the fox's house.
Ryan just stood there for a moment, watching as the bus disappeared down the deserted road, kicking up a cloud of dust as it departed. His eyes were fixated on his paws. Without the distractions of the music, or the worry of the other students on the bus, he now had time to take stock of what had happened, to recall every little details. Pepper's soft fur pressing against him as her arms had wrapped around him, and how he had wanted to return the embrace. The scent of her shampoo, and of course, the taste of her lips.
"Um. . . Pepper, what. . . was all that for?"
"THE CUNT!!!"
Pepper's scream caught him even more off-guard than the kiss had. Whirling around, her backpack landed at his feet with a thud having been punted through the air by the she-wolf. Pepper herself was visible shaking, her paws balled into fists.
"WOAH! P-Pepper?!" He picked up the discarded bag, brushing some of the dirt and leaves from it before walking over to her and handing it back. As before, he tried to smile, managing something a little better this time as he spoke softly.
"Didn't you say to ignore it? What's got you so worked up?"
Pepper just stood in place, panting like a wild animal, ignoring the fox as her fierce gaze practically burnt a hole in the ground in front of her. Several moments passed before the accepted the backpack held out to her, slinging it over her shoulder and starting the trek up the dusty road.
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" After a deep breath, she felt calmed enough to reply. "She hates me. We've fought a lot. Let's ignore it for now."
Her voice was dismissive and obviously a little pained, but Ryan had the good sense to avoid pushing the matter. He led her up the road, occasionally turning around to see her gazing out across the large, spacious properties. It was a far cry from her and Spear's inner-city apartment, with ample space and freedom to run about.
"Do you usually fight back?" she asked, her eyes still wandering, "Or do you try to avoid trouble? Run away?"
"I. . . uh. . ." Ryan mused over her question for a while. Fighting back wasn't really his style; the few times he had had ended badly for him. He didn't want to seem weak or soft in front of Pepper, but he'd feel bad if he lied to her.
"No." he stated, casting his eyes to the ground. "Or, not really. I just kinda, well, I let them do it, and eventually they lose interest and go away. Laura doesn't bother me that often, she's usually too busy deepthroating Seb to care about much else, but yeah. . ."
He looked up at her, flashing another smile.
". . . she's a total bitch."
A tiny chuckle came out of the female, and she nodded. "Yeah."
Ryan continued to walk up the street towards his house, Pepper trailing lazily behind him. The car was gone, indicating that his mother was still at work; something he had counted on so that he and Spear could be loud and play games, but would now serve nicely to give him and Pepper a little alone time.
The prospect of which had his heart thumping in his chest. He hadn't even kissed a girl before today, and was about to invite one into his home!
He climbed the steps towards his front door, fishing his keys from his pocket and opening it with a click.
"So, um, here we are, Pepper."
"Wow, nice!" There was genuine surprise in her voice. The home was far cleaner and bigger than she thought, though admittedly she didn't have particularly high standards with which to compare it to.
"This all looks pretty good. Must've cost you guys a fortune." She took a step inside. "About what I thought."
She paced her way into the kitchen, giving the air a few errant sniffs before grasping the handle of the fridge door.
"Got anything to drink? Bit dusty outside, my throat's a bit dry."
She threw open the door, giving him a coy wink in the process.
"Ah, yeah!" His response came short and sudden. "Mum keeps a few cans of tea in there, help yourself."
Catching a can as Pepper threw one his way, the fox flopped down in one of the chairs, cracking the can and taking a sip, his eyes fixed on Pepper as she opened her own.
"What's it like, Ryan?" she asked, taking a drink of her own, "Having no sibling or father around? All this space?"
Ryan gulped down a few more mouthfuls. His throat was rather dry, courtesy of his nervousness. He felt a little better, though, being in his own home, in familiar surroundings.
"Oh, I thought it was kinda lonely before." he replied. "But Spear has been spending a lot of time over here the past week. My mom seems much more eager to have him around! She's always asking when I'm going to invite him over next. It's a bit better with an extra fur around, and it's nice to share some of the space."
"Still, it must be nice to have all that room."
"Yeah, I guess."
Rather obviously, he had ignored the mention of his father. He guessed Spear must have said something to her - most furs would assume him to be working. It was something he didn't really like talking about, as well as a something his mother had kept details of from him. 'I'll tell you when you're an adult' was the standard response to his questions, though he seldom asked anymore. In part, he had simply stopped caring.
"Hey!" he squeaked, perking up after an increasingly awkward silence. "Wanna fire up the PlayStation?"
"Sure. Up there?" She cast her eyes out of the kitchen and up the stairs, spying the TV and console setup.
Ryan nodded eagerly. "Come on then!"
He took off at a run, Pepper following behind as they climbed the stairs. The fox's overly-fluffy tail bounced in front of the she-wolf, slapping her in the face as he wagged excitedly.
"Watch your ass, kit!"
"Who are you calling kit!?"
"The kit who's about to get his tail handed to him."
Grinning smugly, Ryan busied himself in pulling out game cases from the TV cabinet, bundling up a pile in his paws and thrusting them towards Pepper. "What do you want to play, your choice!"
"Let me see. . ." Taking the cases offered to her, Pepper flicked through the games. "Well, you certainly have a very complete collection. I'm guessing my brother first played CoD with you here; it's probably the way he'd roll."
Without giving it too much thought, she picked it out from the pile, tossing the others aside and setting the disk in the tray. Watching the loading screen tick over, she fished a few sticks of gum out of her pocket, unwrapping one and throwing into her maw. Ryan caught a glimpse of the label. . .
Spearmint.
'Heh.'
"Well?" asked Pepper in between chews, "We playing or not?"
Ryan's eyes flashed back to the screen. The game had loaded; the menu now flashing in front of them and prompting to two furs to hit the matchmaking button.
He grinned cheesily at Pepper.
"Game on!"
Pepper simply raised an eyebrow.
The first round hardly went as planned. Ryan had decided to go easy, just to test her and not drive her away if she was terrible. A mistake. A huge mistake. Pepper was good, very good, and after comfortably topping the server, making both he and the other players look like children, it was obvious that this was going to be more than just a casual gaming romp. Even against Spear, he had held back a little, not wanting his friend to get so worked up that he would leave. He couldn't afford to do that now. He had to bring his A-game!
"Hey, nice round, Pepper. You're pretty good!" he said, shuffling a little.
Pepper glanced over the end-of-round scoreboard, her eyes occasionally flicking back to the fox without any motion of her head.
"Thanks." Her paws gripped the controller just a little tighter.
The second round was a different affair. Pepper hadn't repeated her performance from the first round, and Ryan had comfortably won, yipping happily as his killstreak decimated the final few opponents and handed him victory.
"Oh. . . so you do know how to play, kit?"
True enough, Pepper had held back, at least at first, though she had her reasons. She would shoot at Ryan and purposefully miss to test his response. She would let him kill her to see his generally-preferred method. But she could tell: the fox was generally inconsistent, sometimes racking up an impressive streak, at other times dying over and over.
And then there was the occasional sideways glance he shot at her.
Was this all part of his play? Minor distractions, annoying tactics and a seemingly random approach to the competition? Pepper had thought he might have been doing it on purpose, keeping a few tricks up his sleeve, but the damn fox wasn't holding back anymore. Quite simply, she didn't know the game well enough to predict his actions - he was always one step ahead. Every time she uncovered his plans, deduced his tactic, he did something different! It was a game of intuition versus cunning. Raw skill versus chaos.
For a while they played, though neither gain the upper hand. Pepper was definitely the more skillful player; a better shot, faster reactions and much, much more aggressive. Ryan, though, had a better understanding of the game mechanics and the nuances of each map, and was certainly more cunning; able to lure her into traps or get her with annoying-placed claymores and killstreaks.
"Come on!"
Two dozen rounds later, and things were starting to heat up. Ryan was gritting his teeth and snarling as he played, his fingers madly hammering over the controls, desperately clambering for any advantage that he could get.
And yet, evenly matched.
Pepper sigh happily, a contented grin spreading across her muzzle. After so much effort, so much wrestling back and forth, she finally set the controller down. Twelve apiece. There was no frustration in her voice or body language, just a mild, warm satisfaction. It was challenge she hadn't enjoyed in quite some time.Pepper turned to the fox, laughing, and pulling him into a one-armed hug.
"Sly fox! That was a lot more fun than playing with Spear." She pulled out another stick of gum, thrusting it into his paws. He deserved a treat. "You must practice a lot, hmm?"
Ryan hummed softly into Pepper's embrace. She smelled so sweet! It was only a single arm, but he couldn't help but allow his paw to drift onto her back, rubbing her gently. Daring a slightly bolder move, he snuck a little lower thought he fully expected her to slap it away if it settled anywhere inappropriate.
"I guess I do practice a bit, not much else to do when I'm by myself, except for chores. Mom's not home all that much, so I sometimes have the place all to myself for a whole day.. . " He dragged the last two words out.
"Uh, she's not home until later, you know. . . "
It was his inexperience more than anything that endeared Pepper towards the fox at that particular moment. She made now outward change in her mannerisms as the paw slid down her back, very nearly touching her rump. Slowly, though, she widened her eyes, looking down at the smaller kit, testing his courage.
"Ryan?"
"Yes?"
A few moments of silence.
With a sudden yap, the fox sprung to his feet, both his paws retreated back towards his body, his cheeks and ears flushed a little red. Urgently, he scrambled about for another game.
"Here!" he said, throwing it in the console and loading it up. *Bad Company 2. There are still a few servers up, even if it is an old game, thought we might like something a little more mature than CoD."
"Alright." She hid a toothy grin behind her paw.
The round was a little quieter than the last, with a good deal less shouting and yelling. The game was by nature, slower, but there was nonetheless a definite tension in the air now. For a while the two furs simply played, occasionally commenting or barking instructions at each other.
The softer mood continued for some time, and it was Pepper who finally broke the monotony. "Hey, where's the bathroom?"
Ryan waved his paw in the general direction, his eyes remaining glued to the screen. His ears flicked at the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, though quickly returned their focus to the game. For several moments he sat in silence, until the door creaked open again.
"Everything okay?" he asked.
"Yeah." came the nonchalant reply. "You're out of soap."
"I'll tell Mom."
"Ryan?" Something warm and soft pressed to the back of his neck, and a slender pair of arms snaked their way over his shoulders and around his chest. Ears pricking and tail instantly puffing up, he twisted about in the embrace to face.
"Hey Pepper, what's with the-owwooaahh!" His eyes widened. Staring him directly in the face were the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Firm and pert, covered in the most delicate layer of smooth, black fur.
A perfect fit for a paw. . .
"P-Pepper?"
His heart pounded. Was this normal? His best friend's sister had just taken her shirt off, baring herself for him to see. He could scarcely believe it was real as he eyed the she-wolf up, unashamedly taking in her bust, her bare neck and shoulders, fighting the urge to reach out and touch. It wasn't just her breasts. The overly tight jeans she wore deliciously framed her hips and accentuated her flat, tight midriff, the fur a slightly lighter shade than the rest of her.
His eyes shot back to the screen, face flushed with embarrassment.
"Uh. . . uh. . . P-pepper, the. . . um, next round is a-about to start. . ."
He could barely hold his controller, let alone play the game. What was he supposed to do now?!
"Oh? Is it?"
Mild surprise spread across her face. Pepper had half expected him to jump away from her, though she supposed him being frozen in shock was equally likely in retrospect. With a brief pet on his head and a slight smirk, she removed her arms from his body and flopped to the side, still giving the young kit a incredible eyeful of her assets.
"Alright, if that's what you're really into, fox."
Casually flicking her shirt and bra to the side, Pepper took up her controller, stretching out and shuffling closer to Ryan. "Don't hold back just because I'm a girl!"
The words came out with a flutter of her eyes. Her garments remained discarded - it seemed she was going to play without putting her shirt back on!
"Sure, hope you're ready!" Ryan responded. There was an obvious waver in his voice.
Pepper stole a glance upward at the kit. Ryan was blushing so much that he was putting the 'red' back into red fox. Through the first few minutes of play, her goal was to get ahead, perhaps get him a little flustered and worked up, if not via her blatant display, then at the very least by posting a better score than him in-game.
"Hey, you seem to really be slacking off this time. What's wrong, pup?"
As if there was any question as to the distraction! It was painfully obvious that his eyes were flicking between the screen and her chest every few seconds. "Oh, sorry, I. . ."
Just as a critical capture point was about to be lost, Pepper again saw Ryan's head tilt, feeling his gaze upon her fur. Ensured of his attention in that moment, she slowly and obviously lowered the controller to her crotch, tucking it between her thighs and pressing it up against her nethers. Eyelids closing, she depressed the trigger, holding it down and allowing her in-game weapon to empty itself. The gamepad rumbled and vibrated against her, a soft moan escaping her lips for the few seconds in which the pleasure shot through her body. Magazine empty, she pulled it free and tapped the reload button.
"Um, excuse me, Ryan. You're causing us to lose right now."
How could he focus on the game with a topless girl sitting next to him? It just wasn't fair! His eyes kept darting back and forth, taking in her curves, eating her up, scanning over her nipples and down her belly to her crotch.
"Oh. . . I, um . . . shit!"
He was doing terribly, letting his team down and looking like a complete amateur in front of the she-wolf. When she had dropped the controller to her nethers, moaning with half-lidded eyes as the vibrations coursed through her, Ryan had all but completely lost his composure. The gamepad hung limp in his paws, and he simple stared with his jaw hanging slack and open, allowing the enemy team to completely overrun the final point and win the game.
"Shit! Damn! Sorry, P-Pepper."
She merely shrugged, completely unconcerned with the outcome of the game.
Ryan took a few deep breaths as the next round loaded up, trying in earnest to force the image of those perfect, round tits from his mind. Tits he so badly wanted to touch, to feel, to suckle on and smother his face in. Finally loading in, he set out with renewed focus. He had been matched onto the opposing team, and wasn't about to let a pair of breasts distract him again. He had to show this she-wolf that he had some guts, that he wouldn't just fold because she had teased him a little.
Even if his foxhood was throbbing, painful and rock-hard, in his pants.
"Yeah!"
He managed to take the first point relatively quickly, setting up with a rifle and overwatching. He saw Pepper's screen-name pop up and fill his sights. With a grin, he fired, scoring himself a headshot on the female from a good distance away.
"Yeah, eat it!"
He quickly relocated, securing a new location and repeating the process when she respawned.
"EAT IT!"
He was getting excited, the thought of her breasts almost gone from his head as he lined up for the third shot, his third kill in a row against her.
Bingo!
"HA!" he practically shouted. "EAT IT, BITCH!"
Pepper couldn't help but grit her fangs. Three times in a row, that was it! This called for something more, something a little special. If a bare chest wasn't going to cut it, she'd have to step up her game.
Her paws snaked their way up her belly, her fingers curling about one of her supple breasts and flicking over the nipple. Making a rather obvious show of moaning and arching her back, she shoved the controller between her two mounds, and as she had done with her crotch, pressed down on the trigger. It wasn't simply the vibrations and jiggling that it caused, it was the sheer sight of an object lodged between them. If the moaning and slow, sensual licking of her lips fell short, then Ryan's imagination would take care of the rest.
"Oooh, yes, I'll eat it alright!"
The controller fell from Ryan's paws, clattering across the floor.
That had done it. With a toothy grin, she slowly stood up, gingerly removing the controller from her breasts and tucking it again in between her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side and her tail swished, wafting her needy, feminine scent over Ryan.
Strangely familiar. . .
His thoughts as such were immediately driven from his mind as she sat down in his lap, keeping her legs pressed together, the controller now lodged tightly between her thighs. Pepper's arms settled either side of his head and she leaned forward, placing her breasts within a few inches of the fox's face. The rocking and waving of her hips continued, prodding at his chest with the exposed portion of the controller.
"Push the button. . . Ryan."
Any resistance to her advances shattered in that instant. He pressed the button. He had to. How could he not? With it held down, Pepper again moaned, squeezing her thighs more tightly about the vibrations, slightly scissoring them together. Her warm breath flowed over his face, and a slight damp patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans. When the clip finally ran out and the rumbling stopped, she slid down his torso, pressing her breasts to his chest and whispering heavily in his ear.
"Now it's three to one, fox."
Removing her body from his revealed her ploy. Not only had she found him, camping away in a corner of the map, she'd lined him up in her crosshairs then made the fox fire the shot into his head.
Ryan, however, was far, far too engrossed in other matters to pay much attention to what had happened on the screen. As he had pressed the button, the wild, tangy scent of her arousal pieced his senses. This wasn't just a game anymore, not just a flirt, this was something decidedly sexual. He had thought that they had just come up here to play games, and that he might get himself a kiss at the end of the night if he played his cards right and impressed her.
But here and now, Ryan was getting much more than that. His hormones were raging, demanding that he take this opportunity, take this wolf bitch and make her his own. He whimpered a little as she sat back down, almost on the verge of pleading with her to let him sniff at her for just a moment longer.
Wrenching his eyes away from the she-wolf, he returned his attention to the game.
"Ah, fuck!" He was dead again. His team had lost. Again.
He threw the controller down in frustration. He had to win the next one, his pride depended on it! He scrambled through his game library, searching for something, anything that might give him the edge.
"Ah-ha!"
He pulled out Gran Turismo, holding it gleefully in front of himself before ramming it into the console. There wouldn't be any online play this time, it would just be the fox and the wolf. He liked his chances; no girl he had ever met or heard of liked racing games; they were so definitively a masculine thing.
With his heart pumping as it was, he was probably acting a little too boldly despite being as nervous as he could ever recall. More nervous than he had ever been before. Gulping down the lump in his throat, he did his utmost to hide the quiver in his voice.
"Ready to go down, b-bitch?"
The sound of his voice; a little nervous, but very, very eager, sent a shiver down Pepper's spine. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding the still-present wetness into her panties. What would he do, pounce her next? She loved teasing him, and wondered when he might break. All the fox had to do was ask, but if he wanted to keep letting himself go through this, she wasn't stopping him.
Pepper picked her vehicle. Though somewhat lacking in top speed, the numbers on the screen suggested it had excellent handling and acceleration. Good enough to win, right?
Of course.
The race started, and true to her nature, Pepper dashed ahead, screaming to the front of the pack well before the first turn. Still, her vehicle topped out quickly, and before she was able to respond, Ryan's car flashed past, putting a few hundred feet on her before suddenly breaking for the bend.
The advantage didn't last. Pepper had assumed he would have some trick like this prepare, and had anticipated his move. Throwing caution to the wind, she waited until the very last minute to break, rebounding off a few of the AI vehicles before mashing her finger on the gas and opening up a substantial lead.
"Hah! Eat that, fox!"
Ryan growled. It had to be an error, a glitch in the game or something. How could she had taken that corner so quickly? It didn't matter; Pepper's car wasn't fast enough to stay ahead for long. Soon, the fox again found himself in the lead.
As before, however, she rocketed through the upcoming corner. And the next. And the one after that. For each of the three laps she would dance ahead of him, bouncing and skidding across the track surface, making a mockery of the supposed simulationist nature of the the game.
"Eat. . . THAT!"
The race ended with Pepper as the clear winner. Dropping the controller down beside her with a contented sigh, she again shuffled up against Ryan, tracing her finger up and down his arm.
"Hey!" he protested. "You cheated!"
He jerked his arm back, folding it across his chest and turning his head away from Pepper. ". . . girls are always making fun of me."
"Fox, you really need to learn about map glitches and shortcuts. . ." She rose back up, and took a few steps towards him.
"Don't feel bad, we don't have to play games aaaaaaaall afternoon."
However bad he might have felt, those feelings lasted all of three seconds as Pepper straddled his lap. This wasn't the cute, teasing sit she had given him last time, even though a quick wiggle of her rump has suggested something a little more. Spreading her thighs out, she placed her legs either side of his and sunk down, thrusting her own crotch against his. Unrestrained, the scent of her excitement freely assaulting his nose. That alluring, sensuous essence.
"What time was your mom coming back again?"
A single bead of drool fell from his maw. He. . . wanted it. Needed it. He had to taste it, to bury his muzzle into it and scoop it from its very source.
"Uh. . .Pepper, what. . ."
He was cut off by a sudden, shuddering moan from the she-wolf. She ground and mashed her crotch against him, gyrating and bucking, pressing her sensitive regions into his. Her warm thighs pressed into him, rubbing along his own, sending shivers through his entire body. How he wished they weren't covered by jeans! Her bare breasts were now directly in front of him, almost touching his face, simply waiting for him to snake his tongue out for a lick, a simple taste of what was on offer.
Was it for him?
There was no way that Pepper wouldn't be able to feel his erection through his own pants; his loins were on fire! He throbbed painfully, his shaft and sack aching as this gorgeous female lavished her stunning body over him. With a tremble, he allowed his paws to sneak around behind her, holding her by the waist and pulling her a little closer. Again, they sunk lower, though this time, he didn't stop. They came to rest upon her rump, not squeezing, just feeling her, revelling in the taboo knowledge that he was groping his best friend's half-naked sister.
He gulped, starting her in her wild, yellow eyes. ". . . did you want to play next?"
"You."
One word. A paw was placed on the back of Ryan's head, pushing him forward and into her chest. This late in the day, the peppermint scent had long since faded, with only her raw, feral, feminine allure remaining. A combination of sweat, arousal and her own, natural aroma.
"Lick and suck," she ordered with a heavy pant.
Unable to talk, and scarcely able to breath, Ryan flicked his tongue out, lapping directly over her nipples, willing and eager to oblige her.
"Hmmmm. . . yes."
Her breathing rapidly sped up, as too did her grinding. Feeling the fox's hardness under her, she pushed herself further against him, bringing even more of her bare fur into contact with him. Slipping the tent in his pants between her thighs, she pressed down hard. Very hard. What was grinding and humping only moments ago was now all but outright fucking, save only for the pants that they both still wore.
"Cum, kit!" Pepper gave another hard grind, willing him over the edge.
"MHMMMHHMPPPHHFF!"
His efforts rose to a crazed level of tongue action as he came in his pants. Pepper's thigh's had just been too much for him, the situation simply too erotic for the virgin kit to survive; all that separated his foxhood from her dripping sex was a few thin layers of increasingly damp cloth. He blasted himself, coating the inside of his underwear with his seed as he whimpered into her chest.
"Awww, poor little kit. I was hoping we might be able to do a little more. . ."
Pushing herself back, she stood before him, her fur slightly slick and matted from the sweat they had both produced. Her paws hooked into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down, the tight fit taking her panties with them in a single motion.
"Strip."
Ryan had never sprang into action quicker. His paws tore at his shirt, practically tearing the garment from his chest as he rather awkwardly wiggled his way out of his pants, kicking them aside and sitting in nothing but his boxer shorts.
"All of it, kit."
The underwear, too, were tossed.
"Better." Pepper placed her foot on his chest, gently pushing him over and onto his back, the comfortable bean-bag fluffing out under him. Sliding down, she sat her damp pussy upon his thighs, slowly sliding up and down and smearing her juices into his fur. Her paws scratched across his chest before settling on his own nethers, gently grasping at his semi-hard length.
"Oh, come on, only one shot in this?" She shuffled forward into a cowgirl position and kissed the side of his cock with her cunt, grinding against him, hotdogging him between the warm outer folds.
Ryan almost screamed as he felt something glorious, wet and warm touch his cock. He didn't need to look down, he knew what it was. He knew that this she-wolf was rubbing her cunt along his length, smearing it with her juices. He wasn't monstrous in that department, but he was workable. Enough for what he hoped was about to come.
"You feel that?" she hummed, sensing the tension in his shaft and sack, "Don't you want that? Don't you want your friend's sister?"
"Y. . .yes!" he gasped, finally finding his voice. "I want. . . you, Pepper!"
"Me? Or. . . this?" She reached down, dipping two of her fingers into her snatch and pumping back and forth. Wet, sodden sounds filled Ryan's ears and the scent, already beyond what he thought he could handle, intensified even more.
"Mmm, you're a decent size, bet you'd feel a lot better than these fingers."
Her fingers jammed into her cunt, she masturbated openly for him, moaning and twisting her body, before pulling out the slick, damp digits and running them across the fox's nose.
And then his lips.
With a flash of her fangs, she forced them inside his muzzle, purposefully pressing them down into his tongue, giving him an all out oral experience of her flavour, a flavour that Ryan eagerly engulfed. He curled his tongue up and around the intruding digits, sucking her essence from them, tasting her unbearably, mind-blowingly intoxicating flavour. His cock was rock hard. Young and virile, he was more than ready to go again.
"How's that?" she cooed. You like the taste and smell of a pussy?"
He wanted those juices directly from the source.
"I do! Oh god, please Pepper, I love the taste of pussy! I need it! I need wolf pussy!"
He was going overboard, he knew it, completely losing all control and self-restraint. It was his first time,and he was completely lost in it, mindless with lust.
"Well, well, I can't let a fox who needs a fresh cunt go without, can I? Alright, get up."
Pepper laid down in his place, sliding her thighs past each other a few times before spreading her legs, knees almost touching the floor. Her wetness glistened before him, the silky fur lining her inner thighs already damp and slick with her juices, and the smell overpowering. Seizing her by the knees, Ryan lowered his head, dipping his muzzle closer and closer to the treat before him.
Only for his forehead to run into Pepper's outstretched paw.
She waved a finger in his face with her free paw, giving his nose a flick before suddenly grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. Panting needily, she held him just out of reach, his tongue snaking out, lashing towards her sex, craving her taste.
"Lick!"
Ryan craned his neck, straining against her grip, forcing his tongue the last few inches, lapping across her folds with a few tastebuds. Instantly, Pepper gasped and gnashed her fangs together. It was exactly what she needed, but it wasn't enough. Her cunt burned with eagerness, quivering and pulsing.
But just a bit more, just some more teasing. For both of them.
"That enough for you?" she growled, tightening the grip on his neck. "That all the bitch wolf you need?!"
"MORE!"
She let go of his neck, and let him dig in. Ryan mashed his muzzle and tongue into the first pussy he had ever tasted, let alone seen. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, whipping his tongue about inside her, splattering his muzzle with her juices and drinking up her incredible taste. He sucked hard on her clit, flicking his tongue over it, rolling back the hood and attacking it directly, sending lightning bolts of pleasure surging through her body. Pepper tossed her head back, screaming her lungs out. They were lucky no one was one, but there'd be no way to bullshit out of it. She had fox muzzle savaging her cunt, driving her mad with crazed eating, licking and sucking. No two ways about it.
"Fuck! Yes! Devour me, Ryan!"
"PEPPER!"
His tongue may not have had the width of a wolf's, or the rough texture of a cats, but he did have one thing going for him, something that made getting eaten out by a fox all the better. His tongue was slender, but long, strong, and very, very flexible. Ryan dove between her folds, licking directly at her raw, pink flesh, tasting and touching her in ways she had never felt before. He plunged into her tunnel, rubbing the tip of his pink organ over a rough he found inside. Pepper's screams practically burst his eardrums. Her thighs trembled, paws and claws tearing and his headfur and forcing his invading muzzle further into her searing sex. Whatever he was doing, this reaction told him all he needed. He had to keep going, his own sex drive, and the sound of the moaning, screaming wolf bitch he was currently tasting, demanded it.
The flow of slick, musky fluids increased.
"God! You dirty fox! You eat better than Spear!"
She could feel it coming. Ryan wouldn't know what it meant, what was about to happen, as her pink inside began quivering over his tongue. Convulsing and contorting, she held his head firmly in place, smearing her cunt over his mouth and giving him no chance at all to breath anything other than her own erotic scent.
"You heard that, kit?!" she moaned, grinning and biting at her own lip. "Spear ate this. That's why he's so confident!"
She screamed it, yelled it at the top of his lungs. Without an ounce of remorse, she admitted that her own brother had eaten her out. And that she had loved it.
"Pep-mmmhmppff!"
It was beyond arousing for Ryan, beyond anything he could have possibly fantasied about. He wanted to talk, to say something, but he couldn't. Every fibre of his being demanded that he keep his muzzle sealing tightly over his best friend's sister's Cunt. Images filled his head, images of Pepper offering herself to Spear, letting his tongue bring her to squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm. Ryan's cock twitched with every lick her gave her, harder than it had ever been before, so hard that Pepper could see every single pulse of his heart, every single throb of every single vein. Furiously he continued to consume her, continue to eat her out as if he was starved. And he had been. Starved of pussy, he simply couldn't stop, and the wolfess was feeling every single ounce of his desire as her cunt was vicariously pleasured and lavished.
"That's it, fox! He was good, you know. . ."
Confronting her taboo, admitting her sin in the open like that, something she had never before done, sent her cascading over the edge.. A faucet of the biggest orgasm she could recall, save for the one she had just confessed to, jetted into his mouth. She howled, wild and raw, loud enough for even the distant neighbours to hear. Waves of femmy cum filled the fox's muzzle, spilling over his lips and dribbling down his chin. Her grip became vice-like in its strength, and Ryan found himself pressed harder still into her canine cunt. Each spurt came with a gasp, each buck of her hips spreading more of her scent over the fox's face. Finally, after a half minute of pure, mindless bliss, she relaxed, allowing Ryan his first gulps of fresh air.
"W-wow."
"You mean. . ." he said, pulling his head from between her legs.. "You. . . you and Spear?"
Ignoring the question, Pepper grabbed Ryan forcefully by the shoulders and pushed him down, pinning him. "What a lovely little toy you have in that mouth of yours. Let me taste it."
Locking her lips to his for the second time that day, she forced her tongue past the fox's teeth and into his maw. She lapped eagerly into the tainted muzzle, her own flavor seeped into every inch of his mouth. As she swallowed over the musky sponge, she reached down, gripping the dripping, pulsating cock. His heartbeat was racing, easily felt through his fox flesh, pulsating in her paw. He didn't have long to go; even the light touch she had just given him had him close to the edge.
It didn't matter if it was Ryan's first time, that he wouldn't last more than half a minute, she wanted to make every second count. Squeezing the fox's length, she ran the tip up and down her cunt, pausing to press her clit down into the throbbing hardness. Pausing for the briefest moment, she locked her savage, yellow eyes with Ryan's before suddenly biting down on his neck
"Yes, you heard me! I said, Spear ate my pussy!
A sudden, intense sensation flooded over Ryan. With a growl, Pepper slammed her hips down, taking the fox completely inside herself in a single instant. Without pausing, without thinking about the lack of protection or just how quickly it had all happened, she pulled herself up and slammed down a second time, sending the fox yelping and yapping under her. Bouncing madly, tongue hanging listlessly from her maw, she slurred the words out, her own world becoming overwhelmed by pleasure.
"Mmm, He came in when I was masturbating, all shy like you. I told him not to leave, and we stained my bed! He asked to keep my panites!"
"Fuck!" he screamed "That's. . . so fucking hot! What. . . did you do. . . ohhhhh. . . did you give him your panties?"
He couldn't believe what he had heard. Why hadn't Spear told him about this? It was. . . so incredibly arousing. While his foxhood may still have had an extra inch or two to grow, he was as hard as granite, as hard as it was possible to get. Painfully throbbing and pulsating, he relished every inch of her cunt, moaning as it slid over his length again and again, her tight walls clamping down on him, bringing him to the very edge.
"I did."
Ryan desperately wanted to cum inside her, to fill her with his seed. He had never felt an urge so strong. Half an hour ago, and he had been a virgin. Now, his foxhood was slamming in and out of a heated, dripping wolf cunt. He did his best, bucking his hips a little like he had seen in his porno videos. It didn't really matter, not at this point; both furs were so mad and crazed with lust that release was seconds away.
"P-please. . . I want. . . I want. . ."
Pepper was panting hard, her head thrown back as her hips pistoned her pussy up and down his shaft. Another orgasm was rushing in. "Ooh, I can feel you wanting to tie? You want to cum in me?"
"Please. . . can I. . . cum inside you, Pepper? I REALLY WANT TO!"
With an evil grin, the bouncing and fucking stopped, and she slid her soaked, dripping cunt from his shaft. "Sorry, I don't fuck first date."
"B-but wasn't that-"
"Doesn't count. Don't worry, kit, I'll get you there.'
Pepper dove her face down, burying him into her muzzle up to the hilt, swallowing hard over his shaft as her tongue set to work lapping and curling, licking and slathering over his foxhood. As she devoured the masculine organ, her own fingers found her aching snatch, plunging inside and fucking herself as hard as the muscles in her arm would allow. A guttural growl escaped her throat as the pressure in her pussy heightened. She was almost worried about cumming first, embarrassing herself in front of the inexperienced kit and reducing herself to a quivering, orgasmic mess.
Almost.
Ryan blew just before she did. What was supposed to take thirty seconds took closer to ten. A snarl escaped from between his gritted teeth as he burst, flooding Pepper's mouth with ropes of his cum. The wolfess gulped down, sucking every last bit of his seed from his spurting tip, not wasting a single drop. Her own shattering climax hit as she was swallowing the last of his essence, spraying her own fingers with her juices and growling about his still-hard cock.
Her paw sped up.
Unable to focus on anything but riding out her own orgasm, Ryan's foxhood slipped from her maw with a wet pop, and she collapse atop him, still wildly fingering herself. A final crest and a long, drawn out, shuddering moan and the final few spurts of her cum dripped from her cunt, staining the bean bag beneath them with her scent.
"Hmmmm. . . " For a few moment, she returned her muzzle and tongue to his cock, licking gently with the occasional suckle over the tip as Ryan came down from his own heights.
His breathing was deep and laboured, the licks still causing rippled of pleasure to shoot through his overstimulated nervous system, teasing almost painfully at his ever so sensitive shaft.
"Can I. . . oh, FUCK PEPPER, c-can I. . . watch you masturbate. . . sometime?"
A cum-stained finger pressed to his lips. Pepper rose up, giving his tip a final lashing with her tongue, and walked to where her clothing lay crumpled. Bending down and flagging her tail up, she gave Ryan another eyeful before flicking her panties over towards him. "There, now you both have a pair."
"Uh. . ."
"And, sure. You just want to watch me cum over my fingers? Pervert." The expression of mock disgust quickly faded. "Sure, why not."
"Pepper, you're so hot. . . I want to watch you."
The panties found their way to his nose, and he inhaled deeply, glowing in post-orgasmic bliss. The fox had never cum so hard in his life; blowing his load into the muzzle of a lusty she-wolf had been one hundred times better than using his own paw. One thousand times. He could only dream of what cumming inside her would feel like.
"C-can you. . " he trailed away, his embarrassment plain to see. ". . . cum on my f-face when you do it?"
His cock started to stiffen again, ever so slightly, readying itself for another round. ". . . please?"
Pepper could feel the exhaustion coming to her. The horny, and up until very recently virgin, fox was on a sex craze. Far from the lethargy that overcame her, he was raring for more, aching to go again and again. True to his species reputation, without a doubt. In the future, the little fox is going to be a handful.
"Not right now, foxboy. Just jack off into my panties or something." she yawned.
She laid down, pulling him near herself and cuddling him, her eyes half-closed now. The world was dimming, and she could feel herself fade, though her tail wagged slowly, contentedly. "I hope you don't mind if I take a nap, kit. I'm so tired. . ."
Though they were messy, wet, and the upstairs area reeked of sex, she was simply too tired. Exhausted. Curling up beside him, the wolfess' eyes closed, her breathing slowed and she slipped into sleep.
". . . stupid giraffe bitch."