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"What're you doing back here, princess? You come to pay tribute?"

The rude, lewd words of the handsome singer induced in Nefas almost delirious excitement. Her boyfriend's gift, a backstage pass, hung around her neck over thick round breasts stretching a t-shirt. On the shirt's surface was the singer's face in silver relief, snarling and open-mouth, his eyes a pair of leering wedges rendered in glossy ruby.

The girl, a mixture of badger and hyena with the good luck to come out looking attractive, could only smile at being addressed. A girly giddiness tied her tongue, made her nipples stiffen. In her penis, which had long since fallen dormant, there was a stir of lust not unlike the old days of erections and masculine desire. Gazing at the singer's broad, sweat-soaked frame, smelling his vulgar musk, beholding his nearly naked body evoked new feminine lust which she rarely felt. She wanted to smell him, taste him. Put her tongue to work on him. Her boyfriend had sent her alone - unsupervised. She may as well have been single. That she would sleep with Kahnso was a certainty, given the chance. And she believed the chance was here.

"Yes, I am," she answered sweetly, softly. There was not a hint of masculinity in her voice anymore. Her shoulders were rather broad and her hips rather slim, but her transition had been subtle in her face; being visibly part hyena excused the great jaws she sported. Her eyes were gray but not cloudy, large and soulful and topped with artificial yet tasteful lashes. She batted them now.

Kahnso looked her up and down. She was tall - and he liked that. His ideal woman, if such a thing could exist for a selective beast like "Kocaine" Kahnso, would be at least six feet tall with large breasts. The mutt girl in front of him had two of those traits - and two sets of the latter trait. Kahnso touched her lower, smaller breasts, brushed their nipples through the shirt. Over Nefas' soft gasp, he said, "Packing extra tits, huh? Don't see that often. Used to date a chick with those."

Nefas blushed, grinned a big hyena grin at Kahnso. She tugged on her shirt and further distorted the logo but pulled it more snugly around her breasts. "Mm, I remember that," she said. "You toured with her... right? The golden dragon?"

Kahnso frowned. "Yeah," he huffed. "I don't talk about her much."

The badger-hyena, who was more hyena than badger, winced. "I'm sorry."

He brushed off the sentiment. Then he looked down the hall over busy bodies with clipboards and tools. Standing there in his jockstrap with his paws on his hips, legs parted to give leeway to the great scrotum between them, Nefas thought he looked like some general surveying the battle over morning tea. She narrowly avoided a yappy hyena giggle.

Kahnso turned and walked into his dressing room. He beckoned Nefas, said to her gently, "C'mon. Let's fuck."

Her breath caught in her throat. She had expected him to invite her in, but to hear him say outright that he wanted to fuck her - well, it just about made her hard, and that said an awful lot given the state of her body. She followed him inside eagerly and fought the urge to latch onto his huge fuzzy tail. She wanted to hug and nuzzle it almost as much as she wanted to bury her snout in his ass crack and smell him.

The tremendous fox with the saber teeth closed the door behind her. Everything inside was ritzy and hastily thrown-together: a big heart (or bottom) shaped-bed pushed into the corner, a mini fridge plugged into a naked industrial outlet, hanging overhead lights shielded by what seemed to be paper lanterns taped over them, and a wardrobe with its doors ajar, a countless number of leather outfits glinting inside and smelling faintly of oil.

Kahnso took two beers from the mini fridge, passed one to her, cracked his open. He sipped from the can, then observed, "You got a dick."

Nefas felt the color rise in her cheeks. She had the strong urge to hold the frosty can to her face just to cool off. "I, well, you see-."

"Right? Come on, it's right fucking there," Kahnso said quite passively, gesturing at her groin. "So this is gonna be an anal thing, right?"

"It-, well, it doesn't work," Nefas explained, flustered badly.

Kahnso grinned. "I don't take it up the ass anyway," he winked, "so that works out for both of us." He sat back in an armchair which looked like it belonged on a curb. Its fabric was greasy and stained, a mid-seventies olive green hue, and its hide was badly shredded like it was a scratching post. The hyena imagined all the claws raked through it in utter ecstasy. Her testicles throbbed.

"Sit. Sit down, girl," Kahnso urged, patting his thigh invitingly.

Nefas sat side-saddle in his lap. It took her back to younger times - mall Santas and that age so long ago when she had been small. With Kahnso she was small again. "You're-," she openly rubbed the can on her face now, "you're really warm. You smell good, too."

He smiled. His unencumbered paw felt around her genitals. The breeziness with which Kahnso cupped her caused her to squeak and blush. "You don't mind-?"

Kahnso interrupted her. "Seems like half the girls I fuck have dicks. Yours not working makes it less weird."

She looked down, blush deepening so much it felt like a burn. "Ooh, god, I did not expect this kind of reaction... am I dreaming?"

Kahnso pinched one of her tits. Nefas shrieked, then started to giggle in the yappy hyena way. "Ow! Owww!"

"Guess not," Kahnso said, and winked at her. He chugged down what was left of his beer - most of it - and tossed the empty into a pile by the trash can. A small but busy trail of ants walked from the cans to a seam at the base of the wall. "S'your name, girl?"

She told him quietly and girlishly. "You need no introduction, of course," she giggled. Finally she opened her beer.

"Damn right, I don't," Kahnso agreed. His paw slid under her shirt, fingers curled around her lower breasts. He grinned slyly when he said, "You ever let guys cum on your tits? Gotta admit, I really like seeing my spunk dripping from some girl's boobs."

"Only if they can provide a nice even coating," Nefas answered just as slyly. She thought briefly about her boyfriend - a sweet fox, decent enough in bed, a real lover boy, but never much cum to spare. Nefas felt the pouch of Kahnso's jockstrap. The plump scrotum inside promised a proper glaze.

Kahnso nibbled her cheek, kissed her, then growled into her ear. "I can drench those things," he huffed. "And still knot your ass, too."

She took another sip of her beer and then handed it off to Kahnso. "I don't need this," said the hyena, a smile on her face. She slipped out of his lap and knelt before the old chair. "I prefer snorting to drinking."

"Gonna huff my asshole?" Kahnso asked her. She believed he sounded quite impressed.

"And tongue it. My boyfriend says I give an excellent rimjob," Nefas proudly claimed as she knelt before the fox. The ragged knees of her jeans meant her bare kneecaps rested on the cool floor. It didn't matter to Nefas. She knew that with what she was about to do, she was going to be very, very warm.

"Cheating, huh? Yeah, if any guy's worth infidelity," he had a pull on her donated beer, then belched, "it's gotta be me."

Nefas grinned. She nuzzled up to his balls, broad nose grinding into the jockstrap pouch. His sweat oozed through the fabric. It was like squeezing a peach and watching the juice run out. "You're so-o-o sweaty," she cooed. "Gawd, you really get nasty up on stage, don't you?"

"Singing and dancing for three hours is tough business," Kahnso said, aloof. He eyed her nuzzling his jockstrap, then asked, "You want me to take this off?"

She giggled. "Oh no. Leave it on, please. I love a nice jockstrap." Finally she went for the prize, nuzzled under his sack. The fabric rubbed the bridge of her snout but her nose found bare fur - and then the pucker of his anus. It was tight and the musk it exuded was unbearably thick. One whiff made her penis hopelessly stir again.

She pushed the thick pad of her nose into his anus and snuffled him. Her snorts were greedy and sharp. She sounded more like a pig than either of the animals she was, snorting and snuffling and huffing inside the crucible of musk under his ballbag. Sweat wept from the fur. It soaked into her own fur through the jockstrap. She dragged her tongue over his anus in a greedy slurp and Kahnso softly moaned.

"There you go. Yeah. Don't just sniff, eat me, eat that ass," said the giant fox. He licked over his overlarge fangs, then sipped the beer. "Here," he murmured, and hooked a leg over one of the armrests, giving Nefas much more room to work with. "You like to party, girl? You like to do any good shit?"

The girl considered this. As it was, snorting Kahnso's asshole, sucking the stink of musk from his taut pink anus was like a drug all by itself. The laps which she gave it were long, loping affairs. She had not yet begun to tonguefuck him the way she did her boyfriend. She took another hungry hit off him then pulled back just enough so she could work her jaws. "Not really," she admitted. "I've been on E. Um, I tried poppers once."

"Poppers," Kahnso snorted. "Only reason people do poppers is so they can fit things up their ass." He grinned down at her, past the tightening pouch of his jockstrap. "What were you trying to fit?"

Nefas blushed. "Ah, it was my boyfriend's fist. And-, yes. Yes, he got it inside. But he has small paws."

"Good practice for my knot," Kahnso said, and winked. He hooked his leg around her and pulled her inward. "Back to eating. Less sniffing, more slobbering. I want one of those world-class rimjobs you were talking about."

"You bet," the girl cooed, speaking deep into Kahnso's ass crack and its swampy fur. Her eyes closed and she nuzzled in deeper. She let the pouch rest on her face and her nose pushed into his anus again. As her nose snuffled, her tongue lapped slowly, lovingly over his asshole. Its rim tensed and winked and Nefas kissed its smooching rim. She pushed her tongue against it and pressed until the pucker began to part.

Kahnso huffed. His eyelids drifted down and he relaxed into nearly a slump. "That's good," he cooed. "You tonguefuck my ass and I'll knotfuck yours. Sound like a deal, girl?"

"Mhm," Nefas concurred. She was grinning. Her loins were hot, anus clenching, as ready for sex as she could be in her state. The fox's taste was musky and earthy, his smell even more intense. She dug her tongue in deep, slurped back, and dug it in again. The anal musk she coaxed him to express thickened and as she drew it into her sinuses and lungs, she shivered. Her fingers felt the lump of his groin. Under the jockstrap, gripping his penis, finding it to be frightfully massive but an enticing challenge.

Kahnso poured some beer into his maw. Some dribbled on his cheek and down his chin. He kept pouring until it was gone, swallowing what came easily. Then he dropped the empty can on the floor, and he laid a paw on the back of her head. "You want the dick now? That what you're trying to tell me?"

Nefas was happy to go either way, cock or ass. She murmured her noncommittal reply - "Muh-uh," - and resumed her deep, vulgar snacking, her tongue slithering in deep, her teeth prodding his taint.

"Fu-u-uck, you eat some good ass," the singer moaned. "That's the best part of being rich and famous, I score chicks who do this kind of shit without batting an eye."

The mixed girl giggled. She let her tongue draw back and then mouthed his anus, sucking its pucker, forcing it to swell. She sucked down a few times, each seal lasting longer than the last. As she let off her sixth and final suck, lasting nearly ten seconds, Kahnso's somewhat engorged rim throbbed. Its flesh was even pinker than before, and very plump. All of the nerves had been pressed to the surface and each throb made him squirt a small wad of precum.

"Holy fuck," he breathed. "You are good at that shit. Your boyfriend probably has a grin on his face all the time, doesn't he?"

Nefas eased back. Normal air was more oxygen-rich but it was so tame and cool compared to the humid, fragrant air below his ballsack. She rocked back on her knees and gazed at him, eyes unfocused and smile delirious. "I love eating ass," she sighed. "'Specially when it's such good ass."

Kahnso put his feet down and leaned forward. He grinned. He was blushing. "I can tell you love doing it. Real buttslut, aren't you, girl?" He beckoned her up, then snapped his fingers. Once Nefas complied, he pointed toward her navel. "Lose the shirt. Let's see those fake tits."

"Nothing fake about these," she answered not with offense but patience. She tugged up the shirt with his stylized face on it. First she bared a pair of nipples on breasts no bigger than mosquito bites; mere teats. The set above them was larger but the shirt did not cling to them, and they did not wobble when free. The uppermost set of breasts was massive and Nefas had to tug to get the shirt over them. "Ah, these are sensitive. And they're all natural."

Her breasts, especially those at the top, were perfect. Kahnso cupped them and his fingers fit around them neatly. He eyed her nipples closely and observed, "You usually wear piercings."

"My boyfriend and I decided they looked a little tacky," Nefas said, lowly. "I actually like how I look, you know, unadorned."

He smiled. His lips met a nipple, kissed it, then gave it a brief suck. Nefas gasped, her paws sliding through his hair. "Oh, I'm sensitive, careful..."

The fox nuzzled her cleavage and gazed up at her. Nefas giggled girlishly and kissed him between his eyes. "Nice jugs, sweetheart," he said softly. "You cool with me fuckin' 'em?"

A grin spread across her face. Being mostly a hyena, Nefas had a set of teeth suited for grinning. "My boyfriend," she rubbed his ears, digging her thumbs into the cups until he huffed and rolled back his eyes, "is three inches, and a half. He tries to fuck my boobs. Tries, key word. H's cute when he does it and I love making him feel good, but I don't get a lot out of it."

Kahnso grumbled pleasurably. His big bushy tail began to swish and wag. "Mm, see, you need a real man to fuck your jugs," he huffed. "I got it, yeah. I can help you, baby." He licked between her uppermost breasts then slid his tongue all around its curve, squeezing it. Nefas cooed to him. "Keep it up with the ears. Nobody ever does that. Shit feels nice."

"I know it does," she giggled. "My boyfriend practically melts when I rub his ears."

Kahnso mouthed her left breast. He sucked it - the entire tit at once. For his efforts, Nefas shuddered, then whined. She dug her thumbs deep into the cups of his ears. "Mm, gawd," Kahnso huffed around her tit. Unmouthing it but staying near, he said, "Fucked this girl once, some zebra chick. Her tits were so goddamn sensitive. Made this girl squirt by playing with her nipples just right."

"God, that sounds," Nefas shuddered, "just amazing. I wish I could still cum."

The fox nuzzled the smaller, middle set of breasts. Her gray fur was soft and warm, a little sweat permeating it. His paws clutched the cheeks of her rump and gave them firm kneads. "You can't?"

"No, I can't," the girl answered. She looked down at him, smiling sadly. "It's difficult to cope with sometimes. I can get so close but it never exactly happens. Prostate stuff gets me the closest but the best that happens is a feeling like I've got to piss."

"Tough break," Kahnso said. He stood up, his knees popping. It sounded painful to Nefas but he didn't wince. "Join me over here, princess."

Nefas followed him to the bed. It was large and soft but seemed out-of-place in the messy dressing room. She didn't argue with its presence as she laid back on it and gave her feet a rest.

Kahnso peeled his jockstrap down and off. He flung it onto the bed and said, "Go ahead. Smell that. I know you want to."

It had landed near her feet. She pinched its waistband with her toes and pulled it close enough to transfer it to her fingers. And then she smelled its pouch, tentatively at first, then with deep inhalations. Her eyes rolled back and closed. She moaned softly, cooed to him, "Oh, this is a nice treat."

"Keep it," he said. "Got a bunch of those things. Saves me the trouble of washing it." He rifled through the things on his vanity and came away from it with a bottle of lube.

Nefas peeked at Kahnso as he knelt on the bed. Muzzle still in the jockstrap, she queried with a giggle, "Lube?"

"Yeah, lube," Kahnso affirmed, smirking. He popped the cap on the bottle and started to drizzle the colorless and almost odorless liquid across her uppermost breasts. When it dripped onto her bare nipples, she shivered lightly. Kahnso aimed mostly for her cleavage with the lube, but was far from discriminatory. Nefas set aside the jockstrap, making a mental note to retrieve it later, and began to smear in the lubrication while he continued to layer it on. "Maybe you can get by with saliva and good intentions when your boyfriend's using his tiny prick on these, but I need a little more grease. We clear?"

"As crystal, sir," Nefas said, and winked. Soon her plump breasts glinted with lubrication, giving them the shine of candied apples or well-glazed pastries. She held them firmly together, enhancing their already generous volume, wordlessly inviting the fox to straddle her.

Kahnso did just that. His penis came to rest neatly between her uppermost breasts, knot and scrotum smothering the two smaller sets under musky weight. "You hold those things good and tight for me now, sugar," Kahnso growled, his voice in full-on seduction mode. "And I'll make sure they get a nice, even coat."

"I think they already have one," Nefas chuckled. She kept them snugly together, her smile girlish and sweet, beaming at the big and handsome fox. His musky stench still lingered in her nostrils. The jockstrap was close and she glanced at it. "Could you help me a little bit?"

The fox, beginning to move his hips, nodded. "Sure. Yeah." He picked up the jockstrap - almost daintily, by its waistband - and draped it over her muzzle, the crotch pouch resting neatly on her nose. He saw her eyes glaze over, heard the soft growling moan in her throat. "You love my stink, don't you, girl?"

"Mhm," Nefas replied. "God. You smell wonderful. Especially your-," she giggled, "your asshole..."

Kahnso's penis glided smoothly between the mounds of her breasts. Her great gray boobs hugged his penis warmly, not quite covering it up but holding it snug enough that the singer had a tight passage to fuck. Although she held her breasts together for him, Kahnso touched them anyway, fingering her slick nipples, tuning them with gentle tweaks and twists. For his efforts, Nefas cooed and gently writhed. She inhaled deeply through the pouch of the jockstrap, breathing in the vulgar smell of his genitals gladly.

"These are some real nice tits you have, girl," the fox grumbled. His precum drizzled and spurted, adding to the mess of the lube. He petted over her arm at the shoulder, avoiding her head with his lube-streaked fingers. "Yeah. Real nice. Definitely not fake. I know silicone when I feel it."

The girl grinned, flush with pride. "Uh-huh. They're as real as boobs can be." She pushed them in tighter and could feel a throb in them. It was hard to tell if she felt her own pulse or, more titillating, his. Around the strap, she gazed at him lovingly, thinking how handsome he was, how lucky and exclusive this made her. She thought of the zebra and felt a stab of jealousy. Nefas missed having orgasms, but not enough to betray herself, try to go back to what she knew she wasn't.

"That feels so good," she purred to the fox. Sniffing, squeezing, looking at him sweetly. She thought of her boyfriend, her dear sweet fox at home. Certainly he would understand. He had his girlfriends and boyfriends away from her. Besides that, he would be able to brag that his girlfriend had her tits glazed by "Kocaine" Kahnso.

"Tell me about it," Kahnso huffed. Now he shooed away her paws, took over holding her tits for himself, and Nefas wasted no time. She felt over Kahnso's body, touching dense muscle, sluicing fluffy fur through her slippery digits. She found his nipples under the fur and tuned them the way he had tuned hers. To her surprise, he uttered a sharp, almost giggling laugh and batted at her paws. "Quit that."

"Sorry," Nefas murmured, not sounding terribly sorry at all. She held the jockstrap more snugly to her nose and smelled it hard and deep, snorted it with voracious sexual hunger. Her boyfriend never let himself get so musky with his daily showers. That changes now, Nefas told herself. My boy is going to stink for me.

Kahnso's cock throbbed in the embrace of her breasts. Her titflesh was sore, bruising in his grasp, but Nefas allowed it. A lifetime ago, Nefas had been a brutish, cruel bully, a boy who gave as good as he got in schoolyard brawls. The girl as a result had a tolerance for pain - even a fetish for it. She growled to the great, silvery fox, "Squeeze my tits, bruise them. Hurt me."

"Kinky bitch," Kahnso sneered. His breath was hitching in his throat. Nefas found it very compelling that this fox who hadn't shown a bit of fatigue during his long set was starting to huff for her. She licked the fabric of the jockstrap and smelled it again, harder than ever.

"Gonna make me cum with these tits," Kahnso mumbled, seeming as if he was conferring with with himself. "Yeah. Fuck." His movements were rough and brutish, so unlike the snakelike grace of his performance where he gyrated and weaved, holding fast to the mic stand. Nefas watched him closely, great interest in her eyes, studying him as if she'd found a mythological beast in the wild. "Fu-u-uck," he grunted and locked up. Nefas tensed, waiting for the mess. But it didn't come, and his rhythm resumed, paws clamping down more firmly still.

Nefas set aside the jockstrap. The unfiltered air seemed cold and unpleasant, like going from a warm and cozy cabin to the bitter winter just outside. She gazed at Kahnso's towering, heaving body, reverence in her eyes. She touched his handsome face and big saber fangs. "Harder," she cooed, tits throbbing and genitals stirring with the barest hints of pleasure. The deeper his fingers went, the more she writhed and whined for him, the pain almost as good as pleasure.

Kahnso's claws were short, blunt, but their tips pushed into Nefas' flesh like so many spikes. Where their points pushed in the furthest, twinges of exquisite pain caused the girl to flinch and whimper. She bit her lip, turning the black jowl a pasty white around her teeth. With tears in her eyes, she held his wrists and pulled on them, telling him without speaking to go even harder.

"Fucking like that, don't you? Don't you?" Kahnso asked, huffing, grinning. His ears lowered and his jowls drew upward, baring pearly teeth and pink gums. Sweat dripped off his body, drool off his tongue and fangs, speckling Nefas with droplets. "Love the kinky shit. I love getting rough with girls like you."

In and out went Kahnso's cock, gliding on the lube but pressing hard on the girl's plump breasts, pushing them out as his paws shoved them inward. The mounds throbbed, and now there was no ambiguity. The fatty tissue bruised deep inside, causing pains she would feel for days to come. Her claws raked his wrists and she crooned for him, "Oh, god, that hurts, you're so violent and strong."

"Yeah, I am, I sure am," the silvery fox huffed, grinning, almost blushing from the praise. "I like you, girl. You know how to stroke a guy."

Nefas blushed. She giggled, though her giggle had a pained strain to it. I've been on both sides of it, she thought, thinking back to what she had been a lifetime ago. "Won't you cum for me? Big, handsome fox," she said, voice both cooing and quivering, the pain intense but delectable. Her toes curled.

Kahnso told her nothing, made no promises, but his expression betrayed him. His red eyes had that familiar glaze so many other men showed when they let loose. It was visible only a moment, then his eyelids rolled down like shutters on a closed shop. His thrusts caught, knot pushing on the underside of her boobs. His fingers dug in deeper and for a moment Nefas thought that was it, that the claws, no matter how blunt, were about to puncture her skin. Then they let off but gradually, the pressure releasing in the slow and unsatisfactory way a blood pressure cuff does, never fast enough for the discomfort to dissipate. Still, Nefas reveled in the pain, held his wrists, and whined for him. She whined even as his climax began and he painted her, his semen slopping across her chin and muzzle, oozing down her neck, onto her breasts, giving her the vaunted pearl necklace her boyfriend never managed to provide.

For a moment Kahnso hung over her, his breath stuck in his throat like a fish bone. Then life returned to him in a hissing moan, and his fingers came fully off her tits, slippery with lube. Each time his cock twitched, it spat a strand of semen onto her neck. Eventually that leveled off, and then his thick, red rocket only rested in the space between her bruised breasts, the last of an orgasm oozing from its pointed tip. Nefas grasped his penis carefully, knowing how tender it would be at this point. She hugged up her sore breasts and guided his penis to them, then drizzled them with the last of Kahnso's seed.

"Kinky bitch," Kahnso snorted, grinning.

"Yessir," Nefas admitted, smiling in return. Satisfied with her coating, she laid slack on the bed and sighed. "My boyfriend's gonna be so proud of me. I got to sleep with Kahnso."

Kahnso climbed off the bed. Nefas was disappointed. She'd hoped he would cuddle her, but it didn't surprise her when he chose not to. She watched him, admiring the taut muscles beneath his fur and the curve of his bottom.

He disappeared from view and then she heard an irregular flow of water. When she realized what he was doing, she giggled and chided herself. Having to pee after an orgasm - nostalgia. She shimmied out of her dark denim pants, peeled off the panties beneath, and then cupped her naked genitals. Their size had never changed, and in fact she was quite large, something her boyfriend lamented at times. She resorted to using strap-on toys to satisfy his needs. As she palmed the constantly flaccid, uncircumcised penis she sported, failing to get so much a twitch out of it, she felt a pang of sadness.

Nefas sat up. She looked at herself in the body mirror. Examined herself, her femininity, her big messy breasts and fake eyelashes. She tucked her penis between her thighs - she was never very good at doing so - and perused herself again.

"I make a better girl," she whispered to herself. "Kahnso thinks so."

"Kahnso thinks what?" he asked, stepping around the dressing screens.

The girl blushed. She tittered nervously. "It's-, dumb. Sorry. It's just nothing."

He took a beer out of his fridge and offered it to her. She demurely shook her head. Kahnso shrugged, kept it for himself, sat down beside her and looked at her in the mirror. "Thought you had a dick," he said, casually.

The hyena-badger parted her thighs and her penis wobbled free, moving like a piece of limp rope.

"Ah," Kahnso said. He cracked open his can of beer and sipped from it. Then he touched the bottom of the frosty can to her penis, caused her to shriek and laugh and cover herself. "Feel good?" he asked, smirking.

"It's complicated," Nefas murmured. "But how would you feel if I put ice cubes down your butt crack, huh?"

Kahnso shrugged his shoulders. "Depends on the mood, I guess." He kissed her cheek, but up close to her ear where semen didn't glaze her fur. Nefas sighed and leaned against him. He curled his arm around her back, squeezed her shoulder.

"You smell good," she cooed.

"I have the best smell, obviously."

He sipped his beer and Nefas closed her eyes, relaxed, listened to his breathing. After a few minutes spent deep in thought, she said, "I wanted to say something. I'm surprised. I was, um, a bit worried about meeting you."

A smile, one decidedly impish, twisted up his jowly lips. "You're not the first girl to say that. Guess you got lucky. Caught me on a good day."

She tensed. "So all those women who say you-?"

"Most of 'em, sure," he said, giving another shrug. He followed it with a long gulp of beer. "Sometimes I just wanna fuck something, and I don't care if it says yes. Sometimes it says yes but doesn't wanna be fucked as hard as I want to fuck it."

Nefas tried to pull away but Kahnso held her, though it seemed he wasn't doing so with any particular intent. His strength was enormous. Nefas had already felt how vicious his fingers could be when he wanted them to be. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asked in a small voice.

"There's a trick question," the fox teasingly said. "'Cause, see, I already hurt you, didn't I? Your tits are gonna be sore for weeks." He smooched her between the eyes and let her loose. She stayed close to him before straightening, as though she didn't want to jerk away and give him a reason to be upset. "But no. I'm not stupid. I know what you meant. I won't hurt you." He studied her eyes in the mirror. "I like to think we had some fun tonight, here. You got regrets about it?"

"No, not at all," Nefas answered immediately, hoping doing so would convey her truthfulness. "It's just... you know, don't you? The rumors crossed my mind." She looked away from him and smiled. "It was exciting, actually. I thought, when I was smelling your asshole, that you might just-." She stopped and shivered, hugged herself. The lube and semen oozed through her cleavage.

"What? You thought I might just throw you down and fuck you until you split in half?" He was grinning, leaning over her, his hot breath blowing on her.

Nefas fidgeted. "Yeah. God. I like having my tits fucked but I wanted it in my butt."

Kahnso nibbled her ear, tugged it lightly in his teeth. Nefas whimpered. She leaned into him, submitting fully.

"Oh, please," she cooed. "Please."

He set aside his beer. His paws closed around her sticky uppermost breasts, the lubrication and the cum squelching under his digits, but he did not squeeze them tightly. "You want me to put it in your ass, girl? Want me to rape you, huh?"

"Yeah, yeah," the girl whined. "Like those other girls. Rape me."

He kissed her neck, huffed into the fur, grumbled. His cock, rising again, prodded her back. "Can't rape you. Can't rape the willing."

Nefas shivered. "Who has to know? Tell your friends I screamed and tried to claw your eyes out. Hurt me. Just do it to me, Kahnso."

As far as anybody ever knew, that was just what Kahnso did to her.