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"6287 Wayside Crescent. See ya there! - Viv"

Reading the message for the hundredth time, unsurprisingly, did nothing to calm Ben's nervously beating heart.

The harsh orange rays of the afternoon sun bore down upon the maned wolf's back and cast a long shadow onto the sidewalk in front of him. Despite the facade of his easy-going gait and his sharp, handsome features, his anxiety was building beneath the surface.

A pessimistic reminder cut through his train of thought. Viv, his fennec coworker, had only invited him over in an act of platonic friendship. He couldn't get his hopes up. After all, coworkers never got into any kind of relationships, right? That's what he'd constantly seen in TV and movies, anyway. It'd get in the way of their work flow. Something stupid like that.

The stark white house numbers on mailboxes drifted past him. It was a countdown: He only had a few more houses to pass before he'd need his shit together and his heart rate slowed down to a relatively safe pace, but the distance closed impossibly fast. His ears flattening as he huffed to himself, Ben turned his left side to slowly face up the tiny yard of 6287, Wayside Crescent.

The condo, by normal standards, wasn't particularly special. The entire exterior was painted in no more than four different shades of light gray, and lacked any kind of flair. To Ben, however, the front face of the house seemed to glare down at him in preparation for a mean-spirited laugh. His paw shook as he fit his phone back into his pocket.

He crossed the lawn and approached the front door in two slow, shaky breaths. As his fist met the front door for a curt knock, the 20-year-old wolf desperately tried to put on the most charming smile of his life. The door's lock clicked and it swung open.

Beyond the threshold of the doorway stood, undoubtedly, the most attractive girl he'd ever laid eyes on. Vivian and him has been work friends for nearly a full year, and even then he'd admired her looks, but with her before him now he felt stunned. The fennec stood a full foot shorter than him and wore long, wavy blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Her short and well-groomed fur was nearly a matching color, if not a few shades lighter.

The innumerable greetings he'd prepared on his walk over scattered like dust in the wind as her verdant eyes met his, and she cracked a smile that put a twist in his gut.

"Ben!" She greeted warmly and held her arms out to either side of him.

"Hey-- How's it going?" He shot back, a little too quickly, and met her hug. As they wrapped their arms around each other, he tried not to focus too much on how her chest pressed so pleasantly against his. It invaded his thoughts anyway. As he pulled away, his eyes swept traitorously over her body, and a blush heated his face.

"You look really nice! Guess I didn't get the memo, eh?" He said as he gestured to her outfit.

Glancing down at her green strapless dress, she giggled and slapped his chest with a dainty paw. Sure, he knew her to be a little playful at times, but wearing a dress to an otherwise casual hangout seemed particularly flirtatious.

"This thing? Looks like I'm wearing a garden plant on myself. And you look fine."

Despite her friendly words, his sweatpants and old pop culture t-shirt didn't feel nearly as flattering as her attire. It was cut just low enough to draw his eyes to her relatively small chest, and hugged the curvature of her hips in a way that was modestly enticing. It stopped just above her knees in a lacy, frilly pattern.

"So, wanna come in? I've got snacks and stuff if you're hungry." She chirped.

With a gulp, he realized he might've been staring. Just a little.

"Yeah, thanks, I just ate before I came here though." He said with a chuckle and stepped into her apartment. It was the polar opposite of the outside: The walls were painted a light blue and covered nearly floor to ceiling in decorations. Posters for games and movies, paintings, and oversized album cover prints adorned the vast majority of her apartment. As he kicked off his old tennis shoes, he glanced around with a goofy open-mouthed smile.

"Your place is kick-ass, Viv." He offered with an amazed laugh.

"Haha, you think so? It's basically my room from high school, blown up across all the walls. My parents hate it so much." The fennec giggled. Once Ben's shoes were off, she turned and padded slowly down the thin hallway away from the front door. He followed with a cocked eyebrow and an unwavering crooked smile, still taking in her flair for geeky decor.

They entered a homely room with soft white carpet and an old TV up against the wall. In the very center sat a sofa that looked like it had endured plenty of abuse, but managed to avoid looking gross or uncomfortable. The drifting dust in the room caught beams of setting sunlight from two long skylights in the ceiling.

Viv, crossing past the couch, began to chatter over her shoulder as she rummaged around in a disorganized pile of vinyl sleeves.

"You can sit wherever you want, but there's not a lot of options. Hey, you like rock? There's this band I love that made this super cool summer album. You gotta hear it."

Ben plopped down onto the couch, finding it surprisingly soft, and made himself comfortable. As he got seated, Viv set the album to play. The faint melody of guitar-heavy classic rock drifted from the speakers at a volume just shy of conversation. Head already bobbing to the beat, the fennec hopped over the arm of the couch and sprawled out onto it.

Either in respect for the music or lack of immediate conversation topic, the pair let the first few songs pass in quiet as they lounged on the old blue sofa. By the time Ben decided to speak up, the last glimmers of natural light leaking into the room had all but faded.

"Huh, this is actually really good... You have a solid taste in music. And everything else, it looks like." He laughed and gestured his paw at the walls.

"Oh, thanks! I'm really glad you like it!" She said back with a bright smile. The way she beamed at him, eyes closed and white teeth glimmering, touched his heart like a bolt of unfiltered joy.

"Blegh," the maned wolf groaned as he adjusted himself on the couch, "work today was so awful. You're lucky you didn't get scheduled." He slouched further down into the cushions and kicked his legs out, as well as trying his best to discretely scoot himself closer to her.

"Oh yeah?" she inquired genuinely. Pulling her knees up and relaxing more towards the center of the couch, she drew nearer to him as well.

Ben launched into a comedic and only slightly exaggerated tale about workplace drama. By the time his tale had died down and left Viv in a brief fit of laughter, the room was dark and the album had faded into silence. She laid a paw on his shoulder.

"That goddamn kid. How does he always seem to have the worst luck?" Viv said, humoring his story. She kicked her long, slender legs over the side of the couch and lazily laid out across it. The couch, however, was too short to accommodate both of them, and her head descended gently into Ben's lap.

For a long few seconds, the only sound in the room was the beat of their hearts in their ears. Then Viv spoke again. Her voice was more feminine this time; it carried a higher pitch and dripped with coyness.

"Hey, Ben, are you still dating that Lacy chick? Or anyone? How's all that going?" Her questions strung together as she stared up at him.

"Oh. Uhh, no, she broke up with me. I'm not dating anyone right now... You?" He shot back, trying his best to sound relaxed, but failed to stop a glimmer of hope from lighting up his one-word question.

"I'm free too. But I got someone in mind."

Her words were, on the surface, matter-of-fact. However, her coquettish attitude flared beneath the response. His face tilted downwards. Immediately, their eyes met, and neither looked away. Her short, sharp muzzle was only inches from his own as he met her gaze. Suddenly, her eyes fluttered to a half-lidded relaxedness and she leaned up towards him. Without giving himself time to think twice, the wolf let his lips meet hers.

Their muzzles held together for a momentary eternity in pitch-black silence. She pulled away for a rushed breath and dove back in with even more fervor. Ben lost himself to the stunning woman, and even as she picked herself up to straddle his lap, time seemed to run in slow motion. She sat on his waist, knees on either side of his hips, and pushed him down into the cushions with the passion and energy of her kiss.

Giving himself entirely to the moment, Ben ran his hands down her sides and groped shamelessly at her plump rear. Vivian lifted off of him just enough for the wolf to catch the look in her eye; it wasn't unlike a starving lion staring down at a fat, juicy steak. With heated urgency and a few grunts, she worked his shirt over his head. Small, warm paws descended on his chest and felt over his lean musculature. The foxes' appreciative touches only lasted a few more seconds before she sat up, bent her arms behind her back, and deftly unzipped her dress. The green fabric, no longer clinging to her curvy outline, fell to her waist in a loose pile. Beneath it she wore an opaque black bra that tightly hugged her B cup against the short, cream-white fur of her belly and chest.

Ben, his head swimming with lust, couldn't stand to stay uninvolved any longer. He sat up with her and needily captured both breasts in his paws. Their plump volume embraced his palms and fingers with warmth that drew him in and demanded more. Once again, her muzzle met his own. Both mouths parted and he felt her tongue slide past his, exploring the inside of his mouth, and he offered her the same intimacy. His left ear twitched as the sharp click of plastic invaded the sound of their panting, needy kiss.

Her bra came loose in his paws. Unable to help himself, he tossed the unwanted garment back over his shoulder, banishing it into the darkness. He took in the sight of her bare chest. Even in the low light, her beauty stole his breath, and he groped each tit fondly again. The silky fur that met his paws only drove him into a needier lust. He dipped his head down and captured her right nipple in his mouth. As his lips closed around it, he suckled for a moment and let his tongue drag across its surface.

A needy, delighted whimper from above his head was the only confirmation he needed to continue. The wolf's teeth, tongue, and lips met her other nipple in a sloppy kiss. His frantic and messy worshiping of her chest continued as he went back and forth between sucking each teat, and she coaxed him onwards with moans and shudders of delight. It wasn't long before both needed more to sate their growing lust, however, and she rolled off of his lap.

Arousal lended the fennec dexterity as she fell back onto the cushions beside him. In a flurry of fast, efficient tugs and shimmies, she worked off her dress and panties. Both fell to the floor and left her utterly exposed before him. She draped one leg over the edge of the cushions and the other up onto the back of the couch beside Ben's head. A waft of humid, musky air assaulted his nose and sent his eyes rolling back into his head for a brief second. He needed more.

Instinct piloted his every movement as he collapsed down to his knees and drove his face right between her thighs. Snout pressing into the fur just beside the lips of her womanhood, he inhaled deeply, and was filled with another wave of the excruciatingly arousing scent. It filled his nose with a smell he couldn't imagine to describe. It bit at his nostrils with its sharpness, but unlike other natural odors, it was far from unpleasant.

"Stop teasing and eat me out!" came a deep groan from above him. Needing no further encouraging, his lips parted, and he drew his tongue upwards between the lips of her sex. The taste of her arousal reminded him of a cheap red wine, and it clung to her wetness as he drank it greedily. Before her first moan of relief had ended, he slid another lick over the surface of her crotch. This time her paws came down on his head and tangled into the fur between his ears. More licks followed, each faster and sloppier than the last. His nose ground into the fur above her groin and his tongue jabbed itself into her moistening folds over and over. Time sapped away from his senses and left him with only sheer desire. It filled his head like tightly packed cotton and drove him to nothing but carnality.

Eventually, she began to tense up after each lick, and the rising and falling of her chest exaggerated further. His efforts brought her to a crescendo of moaning, and her thighs squeezed together around his head. She spasmed hard for a few moments while hot liquid gushed out over his face. She rode her orgasm out as long as she could. The fennec's hips gyrated and ground her sex roughly into the face of the wolf between her legs. Not that he minded. When the climax finally subsided, she went limp and collapsed onto her back with a heaving sigh.

The fennec laid back in her afterglow, panting her exhaustion out into the night air. Ben made quick work of his pants and underwear, leaving them on the floor with the rest of their discarded clothes. Burying his face between her thighs had got him more than fully aroused. Cool air greeted his slick, exposed length as he leaned forward and lowered himself onto Viv. The female wrapped her arms around his waist and dug her claws into his ass, earning a deep grunt from the male against her. The pulsating heat of his manhood ground up against her crotch as their bodies met.

Between his own natural slickness and the mess from her release, the needy wolf's member was dripping wetness and aching to buried. He held back, however, and continued to grind himself against her sex. The firm tip of his shaft slid smoothly across her clit. With a hissing gasp, her claws dug in deeper.

"In," she demanded with desperate authority, "Put it in me now!"

A toothy grin broke out across his muzzle and satisfaction welled up within his chest. He steadied his aim and let the pointed tip of his rod kiss against her entrance. The hot embrace of her soaked folds against the head of his penis sent a shudder down his spine. She opened her mouth to protest again, a whine already starting, when he suddenly jerked against her. Seven inches of throbbing flesh split her lips apart and ground solidly against her insides as he drove himself in. The thrust ended in the wet, swampy slap of his knot against her folds and air escaping her vagina as its entire capacity was taken up. Both lovers shivered and clutched at each other as the electricity of their joining coursed through them.

His movements stalled, stopped in their tracks by the explosion of brain-numbing ecstasy. It flooded his ability to think and function beyond his most basic animal instincts. And so, with the needy growl of a rutting beast, he drew back and roughly hilted himself in her again. The knee-weakening tightness met his manhood again and engulfed it fully with its heat and moisture. This time, he needed no pause, and his hips worked another forceful thrust into the fennec below him. Realizing Ben had his eyes squeezed shut, he cracked them open to stare down at his partner. If he hadn't known better, he would've thought she was dying of heat stroke. Her tongue hung out of the side of her muzzle limply, the whites of her eyes showed, the pupils and irises long having rolled back, and she exhaled panting breaths so humid that they were nearly visible in the air.

The sight made his cock twitch powerfully within her, and she groaned weakly in immediate reaction. As he began to pick up his pace again, each thrust clapping the front of his thighs against her ass and grinding his nuts solidly into her rear, the wolf absently noticed the mess of the poor couch they were making. Claw marks adorned its cushions. A pool of wetness stained the blue fabric where his head was a second ago, and he could feel another stream of Viv's cum beginning to seep steadily out onto it and his crotch.

His humping sped to a breakneck pace, each movement leading fluidly into the other and ending with the loud clap of his body against hers. By the time he felt intense heat beginning to well up in his nuts, minutes later, his whole body was sore and more than a few parts of him stung from the rough treatment. Viv was in a barely-conscious state below him, having just crested her third and final orgasm a bit ago. Ben held on as long as he could, the heat spreading out from his loins to his entire body like arcing electricity. At the last second, he removed himself with a howling moan and a wet sucking noise as her tunnel tried to prevent him from pulling free. The wolf feverently crawled up her body and shoved his messy shaft right into Viv's face. Without a moment's hesitation, she snapped to attention, engulfing the entire length of meat in her muzzle and suckling hungirly on it. Her tongue slid along the underside of his member, the smooth flesh of her cheeks hugged it on either side from strong suction, and her jaw worked in tiny motions while she nursed him.

Everything within Ben tensed, rose into an unbearable crescendo, and peaked like a clap of thunder. Spurt after spurt of his thick cum drained into her throat. Just as it tapered off to a trickle, the fennec reached a paw up and massaged his nuts, earning her another full rope. She murred around his cock while she cleaned it up. Finally, her muzzle opened and released him with a wet pop. The maned wolf collapsed, panting, and absently drew her into his arms while sleep took him over.