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The dog looked at Kahnso, and he felt no sudden epiphany about her. No poetic words sprang into his mouth like flowery bile. He thought in terms of lust and desire. She was definitely more striking in person than she was in pictures, and even seeing her standing next to normal people on television wasn't enough to prepare him for the enormity of the vixen. The woman's prominent but decorative fangs and thick muscles made her look like a werebeast, not a sly fox.

"You got something for me or what?" she asked him, skewering him with a ruby glare. It was like being caught in a pair of targeting lasers; she was terrifying. "I don't fuck backwards-hat fucks like you unless you got three things," she stabbed a finger into his chest with each point, "big dick, nice ass, and some candy. And so far, I haven't seen shit." She looked at his mildly vacant face (he was admiring her, but she mistook his expression for stupidity), then angrily stabbed a finger into his chest again. It left a small bruise under his shirt. "S'your name, dumbshit?"

"I'm Jani," Marjani said amicably. He preferred the diminutive when he was out clubbing. The whole name was for people he liked. "And I've got some candy. And a pretty big dick." He knew the last part was a lie, but maybe it wouldn't matter. He had heard Kahnso was a sucker for a nice ass more than a big cock, and he knew he had a nice behind. The candy would help his odds even more. "So you wanna go somewhere and party?"

She looked at him as if he were a piece of filth. Marjani thought he must resemble an over-eager fuckboy who wanted nothing more than to say that he got to stick it in "The Cokewife" Kahnso. Then again, that was exactly what he was, and he decided to embrace that angle.

"Come on," he said disarmingly. "I got some good E on me. We can get buzzed and go smash."

"E sucks," Kahnso said bitterly. "It makes me all... cuddly and shit." She huffed at the notion and muscled past Marjani unnecessarily. She nearly knocked him over. "Come on, dumbshit. Let's go. You better have some primo dick or I'm bitin' it off."

Note to self: show her the ass first, thought the brightly-colored dog. He followed Kahnso eagerly, tail wagging in spite of the danger she personified. Without realizing it, he was coolly stepping to the thudding beat of the music. Kahnso was not.

Kahnso thrust open the bathroom door. A rank smell filled the room. It was acrid like melted plastic, but had the aftersting of an industrial cleaning agent. A shrill voice said from the single stall, "Fucking occupied!"

"You better be shitting Lysol in there," Kahnso said brusquely, reaching for the stall door. Marjani, reeling from the stench, watched Kahnso from a distance. He was thrilled by her attitude.

In one sharp tug, the amazonian vixen broke the stall's latch loose. Wood splintered onto the grimy tile. "Fuckin' methhead! Out! Fucking out!"

Marjani smiled stupidly. He was getting hard despite the stench as Kahnso hoisted a scrawny mare out of the stall by the unwashed and brittle hair on her head. "I said get the fuck out," Kahnso snarled unnecessarily. The mare was already scurrying out, trying to stash her hot pipe in her pocket without burning herself. "Dumb fucking tweakers," she hissed, and slammed the door shut.

The dog flicked on the ventilation fan. His smile caught Kahnso's ire. "Fuck you grinning at?"

"You," Marjani said, feeling very small. "You're so rough. It's hot as hell, honestly."

Her scowl broke. She smirked and Marjani felt a wave of relief.

"I guess it is," she admitted. "All right, let's see the candy. It ain't black tar but it'll do."

Marjani reached into his pockets and surreptitiously scanned Kahnso's arms. Her track marks were hard to see under her fur, but they were noticeable. It made her less attractive, but not enough so that he no longer wanted her. He took an Altoid mint tin out of his pocket and snapped it open. A small pile of tablets which looked like vitamins for children clattered inside. "Here, take one-."

Kahnso cut him off when she pinched up three of the tablets. "No, wait, just take one-," he tried to insist, but she had already gulped them down dry. She followed it with a slurp of water from the sink, using her cupped palms to collect the water. "Oh, man, you're gonna be high as a kite. These things are potent as hell." Gingerly, he took one of the tablets and swallowed it with a mouthful of water like she had done. He put the tin back in his pocket and turned to the leering vixen.

"You got a really cute butt," she said to him. "I'm gonna rim you."

Marjani was all smiles. "Man, I was hoping that buttslut stuff wasn't just a rumor."

The dog slipped down his pants eagerly, and for lack of something else to lean on, rested against the sink. His pink and blue ass, white along the crack, wiggled tantalizingly for Kahnso. Its cheeks were pleasantly curved. "Eat me, baby."

She knelt hard enough that the floor shook. Marjani thought again of just how massive she was, and the thought reoccurred when she crammed her snout between his ass cheeks. Her muzzle split his cheeks like a dick would, a thick wedge of warm flesh and bristly fur. He expected licks, but Kahnso packed her nostrils against the pucker of his anus and sucked a hit off it. Anal musk rushed into her sinuses, triggering pleasures which were buried in the most feral parts of her brain. She snarled hungrily and slopped her tongue up through the crack of his ass, smearing enormous stringers of drool into his fur. Marjani shuddered out a moan and rose to his tip-toes.

"Nice fucking ass," she grumbled, then went in for a second hit. She sounded like she was sucking up lines of coke. "You got a nice doggy stink, baby. Really nice asshole. I wanna eat your ass like it's a fucking peach."

"Just be careful," Marjani said playfully, "'cause I bruise like a peach."

Kahnso reeled back and smacked Marjani on the right cheek with monstrous force. Sharp, wicked pain raced through his body and he shrieked. One tear each sprouted in the corners of his eyes, but his cock throbbed, spitting precum against the exposed plumbing of the sink.

"Jesus Christ, that fucking hurt," Marjani groaned. "New rule, no spankings, okay?"

"Fucking sissy," Kahnso said, disgusted, but then she laughed. She nipped Marjani's ass, pinching the cheek almost hard enough to draw beads of blood. Marjani grimaced and stared at himself in the mirror. The E was just starting to take hold of him, making things a little more fuzzy in some ways, a little smoother in others, like life had a filter applied to it. The stinging pain was, for a time, more intense. It soon began to taper off as the reddened flesh calmed, and he felt only idle pleasure very soon.

He looked back at Kahnso, who had rocked back on her knees. The E was hitting her hard. She had begun to sweat, and her visage had a notably vacant quality. He smiled and turned around, nearly bumping her muzzle with his cock.

"Your dick," she murmured, "it's okay. Kinda cute." And she leaned forward, opening her mouth as she went. She sucked Marjani's uncircumcised cock gladly, nursing it with big, hungry smacks. Her tongue probed and pleased him, curling around the flesh as a soft, pink corkscrew.

The dog moaned. Everything was smooth as glass now, and what Kahnso was doing was both magnified and lessened. The pleasure was much more potent, but his tolerance for it was increased tenfold. Stone-cold sober, a rimjob followed by a blowjob from Kahnso the Cokewife would have done him in fast enough that he'd go home ashamed. Both of them flying high together made the sex slower and warmer, like a leisurely drive. He stroked across her head, through her thick, blonde hair and over her pert, decorated ears. "You're beautiful, y'know," he cooed. "And you're kinky. I really like that."

She pulled back from his cock, giggling uncharacteristically. Marjani thought she might have sounded like that years ago, before she discovered heroin. "Hey, you're tryin' to flatter me when I've already had your asshole in my mouth. You're dumber than you look."

She took Marjani's meat in her big paws, but used only her forefingers to play with it. She hooked blunt claws into the foreskin and peeled it back, stretching it cautiously. She gaped it around the knob of his penis, which she then eagerly gulped past her lips for a quick tease of a suck. Marjani crooned appreciatively.

"You like uncut dicks?" he asked.

Slowly, Kahnso pulled back, smacking her lips off of his meat. Its flesh flushed purple in the open air, then regained its pink hue. With particular love, she kissed it, before nosing his scrotum. She took another, gentler hit from his smell there and then dragged her tongue up through the coarse fur, laying it down with a stripe of drool. "Mhm," she answered as she licked. "Anytime some guy with a cut cock wants to fuck me, I just tell him to get lost. S'gross."

Marjani was inclined to agree, but he was also a polite dog. "Mm, well, they need love too," he said sheepishly.

"Nah. Here. Here's what needs love," the vixen said, her voice so gentle now that Marjani could hardly believe she was the same woman as before. The molly had all but lobotomized her. "Check this out," she said, unzipping and unbuttoning her pants. She shoved them down and Marjani got a glimpse of red panties with a cute blonde bush sprouting over their waistline. He also noticed the distinct fortune cookie outline in the fabric. "My box needs love."

"Damn right it does," Marjani agreed, moving nearer. He almost tripped. Briefly and unsuccessfully, he tried to get his pants off over his shoes. He gave up and pulled them back up, leaving his cock and balls out to breathe. In the time it took him to get together, Kahnso had moved into the stall. She left the door wide open and sat on the lowered lid. Her jeans were taut around her ankles, but her panties were still up. The vulgar outline of her vulva was mouthwatering to the dog. He knelt and tugged her panties down without a second thought.

Thick, black cuntflesh gleamed in the bathroom's unnatural lighting. Its lips revealed hints of inner pink, and a small silver ring pierced her clitoris. A thin line of viscous fluid drooled from the plump lips. "Come on, stupid," she said, but without malice. "Lick my pussy already. Or fuck me. Do both, you know what? Just do both."

Marjani went for the pink just like Kahnso had done earlier. The purple pad of his nose hit her bush and he huffed her crotch. His tail wagged giddily. "Mmh, gawddamn," he spoke into her cunt, his words sloppy from the direct contact. "Oh, god, you smell good."

"Uh-huh," Kahnso said. She scooted forward and whined. "C'mo-o-on..."

The dog put his tongue to good use. He started to slobber and slather Kahnso's box from its bottommost edge to the fluff of its bush, thin licks at first, but graduating into deep slurps which parted the lips of her vulva and treated him to the inner pink and the scent it hid. Kahnso wasn't in heat, but her loins still had the distinct stench of needful pussy. Marjani was just as happy to snuffle as to taste, and he bounced between the two pleasures. He slobbered her one moment and sucked a hit off her black box the next. His penis drooled down itself.

"Yeah, yeah," Kahnso panted, her cheeks growing red and sweat thickening until she was nearly drenched as if from a jog in the heat. She scooted closer to the edge. She clutched the cold toilet in one paw, and its twin grasped Marjani's bobbing head. Desperation permeated her ruby-red gaze. The distinct bumps of her nipples poked lewdly into her shirt. "Christ, that feels good. That's good shit. You eat cunt like a champ."

Marjani's tail wagged with all this overzealous praise. He knew he wasn't that great when it came to munching a muff, but if the stoned vixen thought he ate like he was at a buffet, that was just fine with him. He kept slobbering her gladly, and he would have continued if not for the way she suddenly pulled him up by the ear. He yowled in short-lived pain and looked at her bleakly, his hurt face asking what did I do?

Kahnso was oblivious to the pain she caused him. She started to slide off the toilet, caught herself, and scooted back a few inches. "Quit that. Quit licking. You wanna fuck me?" She made the offer explicit in two ways: she pulled up her shirt and let him see her tits (and the two rows of pert, pink nipples on her hard stomach), and then she spread the lips of her snatch into a pink gape.

"Yeah I do," Marjani said. He went for it with the same happy, eager-to-please lust that ecstasy always made him feel. He straddled the toilet wide-legged like a cowboy about to draw. The porcelain and plastic was jarringly cold against his balls, but Kahnso's muff was hot as an oven. He slipped into it easily. She was wet, something his damp chin could give credence to, and she was also twice his size or so it seemed. He buried it balls-deep and the vixen gasped, hugging him. She kissed him on his sticky, jowly lips and he kissed back, but it was awkward and intimidating with her fangs in the way. He ended up settling for nuzzles.

Space was at a premium in the stall and leverage was just as hard to come by. Marjani settled for bracing a paw on the back wall and its twin on the toilet's tank, which he sincerely hoped wouldn't snap loose from Kahnso leaning back on it. He humped her awkwardly but happily, balls dragging on the seat where the vixen's muff had left a wet, warm streak. Her box was intimidatingly plump and heated, but it fit him like a glove and he enjoyed it more than he could articulate.

"That's it, that's the shit," Kahnso whimpered. She peppered his face with smooches, hitting everything from his chin to his eyelids to the pad of his nose. He tried to kiss back but he was bobbing against her, trying harder to get his nut busted than he was trying to kiss her. She made up the difference for him with her smooching.

"Never thought I'd be doing this with you," Marjani cooed, too stoned to be starstruck but pleased enough to be grateful for his fortune. "Can I have your titty?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, and leaned more heavily on the tank. It creaked but held. Marjani took his paw off of it, but not out of consideration for it; he wanted to touch her breasts, and he did so. The nipples on her tits were run through with small, silver barbells which the dog liked. He thought breasts were great on their own, but breasts with shiny things embedded in them were amazing. He struggled to lean low enough to lap across a tit, but he did manage it.

Kahnso stroked Marjani's lithe, clothed body. Her paws found their way under his shirt and caressed his athletic form in a longing, appreciative way which he attributed to the molly. "You're pretty," she growled. "Really pretty boy..."

"Thanks," he huffed, "mmh, thanks, yeah." His breathing was catching in his throat and his heart was racing. Sweat began beaded throughout his fur and a bib of it was widening in his shirt's neck. "Hey. I'm gonna pop."

"Cool," Kahnso answered, sliding her clawed fingers down his body. It tickled him slightly and he flinched but went back to his awkward rhythm. She touched herself then, rubbing her clit, using the tiny doorknocker ring as a tool to grind her small, pink button. "Me too."

The dog went on grinding a few seconds longer. His balls started to feel heavy and his cock tingled. He knew he had seconds at best. "Can I-?" he managed to ask.

"Yeah, inside me," Kahnso answered. Her eyes were closed tightly and her breathing, like his, was shallow and sharp. She was playing with her clit eagerly, and her toes curled from rising pleasure.

Marjani didn't say anything else. He just let his climax take over. It was lifted from simple pleasure to something magnificent and indescribable by the ecstasy. He closed his eyes and let himself rest on the heaving vixen as he inelegantly dumped his wad into her. She whimpered something to him which he thought was gratitude, but he was too busy flying to really comprehend her. "Mmh," he answered.

She murmured something something and squeezed him tight in one arm like he was a teddy bear. He felt her other paw working, fingers rubbing urgently into her vulva, fighting against his smothering pelvis. Her vaginal muscles were tightening, seeming to milk him, and that was just what they achieved. At the same time as Kahnso suddenly, noisily climaxed, Marjani's cock was squeezed and loved well into afterglow. He cooed sweetly, a dumb little smile plastered to his face.

Somebody knocked on the door, but Marjani and Kahnso didn't care. They barely noticed. He gave her neck small, gentle kisses and preening nibbles. She was totally gone, her tail lazily swishing. She showed no other activity.

"That was good," the dog sighed, still snuggled close to her, feeling loved and content despite how uncomfortable the position was.

"Mmn," she replied. "Mhm."