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The tall, pink-haired wolf studied Aurora with the skepticism of a strict teacher. "Your name," said the wolf, her Australian accent thick as pine tar on every syllable, "is Aurora Sexley?"

Aurora, a shorter wolf with blue hair and a body that was almost pear-shaped, shifted in her chair. It was wooden and stiff, and it creaked under her wide, fat ass. "Yeah, Aurora Sexley. I know, fuckin' silly name. But what's your name, eh? Wasn't it Segway or somethin?"

Segway - Seg to friends - smiled. The smile had a sharkish quality. "Look," she said, dropping the subject, "I've heard your demo. You're damned good, far as I'm concerned."

The fat wolf leaned back in her chair. It creaked again. Aurora was used to chairs protesting her weight and did not often pay attention. She had fallen off her fair share of them, but she had yet to reduce one to splinters. "So then, I'm in the band, right? I get to meet Kahnso?" She started to grin towards the end of her questioning. She leaned forward and her heavy breasts shifted in her tank top. A hint of pink areola showed like a shimmer of light before a sunrise.

The pink-haired wolf noticed without any personal interest, but she had a hunch Kahnso was going to like the girl. "Yeah, seems like it," Seg said. "Come by the hotel sometime tonight." She took a business card out of her briefcase; the card featured a stylized outline of Kahnso's snarling, fanged face and read Kocaine Kahnso Booking Info, listing Seg's cell number underneath. She wrote the hotel's address and Kahnso's room number on the back.

Aurora took the card, slid it into her deep cleavage and grinned. "Aw yeah, I'm gonna jam with fucking Kahnso!"

Seg grinned at Aurora's childish joy. On a whim she said, "Hope you can handle your liquor. Kahnso won't party with a woman who can't drink."

The younger wolf laughed and stood up. "Hah, no problem there. I just hope he likes blow."

Outwardly Seg showed no reaction. She primly shook Aurora's paw, almost making it vanish under her huge mitt. Her hunch became a certainty.

It was half past ten PM when Aurora showed up at the hotel. She meant to come at eight but stopped at the bar for a few pints - just to get a nice starter buzz going, to give everything a good gloss. Then a quick drive over to the hotel, keeping things between the lines in her old silver Corolla. The starter took a few tries to get it going and the belts squealed, but it was a good car. Aurora thought it pulled to the left overmuch. It never occurred to her that her weighing over three hundred pounds had something to do with the car's poor weight distribution.

The inside of the hotel was prim and paisley. Punky Aurora stood out like vomit on a white sheet. She had on jeans with shredded knees and ragged heels where the excess length had been walked off by bare paws. The manager behind the desk stared at her as she walked past, her tits jiggling behind a fishnet top. It was such a jarring sight that nobody thought to tell her she was indecent. It was a sight so sudden and strange that it fell into the collective memory hole as soon as the elevator doors closed behind her.

The wide wolf walked down the hall of the top floor where the doors were far apart and the little plaques on them had pretentious names like Presidential Suite and Florid Recuperation Suite. Aurora came to a room at the end of the hall in a cluster of suites marked with sensible numbers instead of weird names. She banged harshly on the door with a fist and bellowed, "Open up, arsehole! Eff-Bee-Fuckin-Eye, we know about the smack!"

A lock clicked and a chain rattled. The door swung inward to a room full of cool air and a smell of masculine musk - liquor too. Aurora found herself looking at "Kocaine" Kahnso, terror of the tabloids, the wicked prince of rock standing before her in a terrycloth bath robe. It took him only a moment to see she wasn't an FBI agent, and then he grinned.

"You must be my guitarist. Seg told me you were stacked but goddamn, bitch."

Aurora shamelessly bounced her tits. The fishnet held them, but not very snugly. Her nipples were stiffening up. "Fuck yeah, mate. I'm stacked to the fuckin' ceiling."

Kahnso stepped aside. Aurora entered, giggling gleefully, running so her plump body wobbled like so much gelatin. Kahnso studied her rear as she moved. After locking the door again, he conversationally asked, "What did Seg say to you, exactly?"

"Uh, that I can fuckin' jam and I had the gig," said the wolf like a sassy teenager. She eyed the spacious suite, buzzed eyes taking in the sight. She had never been among such opulence before. Everything was a creamy white. The television was huge and mounted upon the wall, currently off; and every flat surface had liquor bottles on it, some empty, most still cherry. She found a pizza box on a coffee table, flipped it open, and started to munch a cold slice of deep dish pepperoni and Canadian bacon.

"That's it, huh?" Kahnso asked. He let the robe fall and stepped up behind the wolf. Aurora never tensed, never flinched. In fact she raised her arms a bit when he grabbed her tits and started to knead them through the fishnet. He fingered her nipples intently and grumbled into an ear, "You down to fuck, sugar?"

"Yeah mate," Aurora said around a mouthful of pizza. She swallowed it down, dropped the crust on top of the box and mashed her rump back into Kahnso, grinding her massive ass into his loins. Over the fox's grunt she cried an airy, irritating giggle. "So, it true you're some wicked rapist bloke?"

Kahnso made a quick, gruff noise. He held her tits in cupping fingers. "What the fuck kind of question is that?"

The wolf reached back and groped his muscular cheeks. She lustfully growled. "I'm only saying I don't actually give a fuck if you are. Just that if you actually are some rapist, you don't have to rape me. Fuck, I want to get nailed by Kahnso. Especially if you're gonna put it in my ass, anal is proper good."

The large fox scoffed. "You're a weird chick." He dipped a tongue into her ear, nibbled its edge, and huffed across it when it flicked. "You down to party too?"

"Mean like getting wasted? That's fuckin' brilliant," the wolf growled, and her British accent made her words sultry and exotic to Kahnso's American ears. "I hear mister Kahnso has a thing for nose candy, give us a toot?"

"You can have more than a toot," Kahnso said, chuckling. He licked her cheek then eased away.

She turned to follow him, and watched as he dug into one of his pieces of luggage. Clothes came out, were dropped into a messy pile, then he took out a few pill bottles, a couple of baggies, a mirror with a scored surface. She undressed as she watched him and she left her clothes in a heap just like his robe. She had been wearing only two items: jeans and a fishnet top. She didn't see much point in wearing panties.

Kahnso knelt in front of the coffee table and laid the mirror in a small spot not occupied by the pizza box or his myriad liquor bottles. Aurora flopped onto the sofa close by. She laid on her belly, head turned sideways on folded arms, legs bent, feet anxiously paddling in the air.

From one of the baggies he shook a measure of fine white powder onto the mirror. Nearby was his wallet, a fine brown leather thing with the letter K embossed on it. He took a well-worn bank card from one of the slots and a crisp hundred dollar bill from the billfold. "Make us a straw, honey," he said as he handed the bill to Aurora.

The wolf rolled it with skill, even as buzzed as she was. At the same time she regularly looked over to watch Kahnso as parceled the coke into neat lines using his bank card. Just the sight of them - five individual lines, each one quite a long snort - excited her in a filthy way. "Lookit the lines on that mirror," she said, a touch of admiration in her voice. "You're a real fuckin' fiend, ain't you? Bloody things're straight as a ruler."

"Good lines are an art form, baby," Kahnso pridefully told her, and puffed out his chest a bit.

Holding the ragpaper straw and moving to her knees beside Kahnso, she asked him, "Ladies first?"

Kahnso grinned. "All right. Help yourself, baby. Go easy, though, this stuff is about as pure as it gets. Don't need you stroking out."

"Never," Aurora snorted. She smooched him on the cheek then went down on the lines. One, then two vanished up her nose, the wolf snorting hard, sucking deep. She fell back on her ass and the floor shook with a mild tremor. "Ho-o-oly shit," she gasped, rubbing her nose, pinching it for a moment. "Fuckin' hell, that kicks."

The fox sneered. He watched while she huffed and reeled and threw her back against the couch. He eyed the coke for a moment, then he leaned over her, slipping a paw between the blubbery mounds of her thighs. His lips brushed hers and she kissed him, nipped him. Kahnso growled, nipped back, and groped her cunt. Doughy rolls of fat thickly piled with fur obscured it but the fox only had to seek out the damp spot.

"You're wet, Christ you're wet," Kahnso growled, pushing his snout against hers, grinding eerie saber fangs on her cheek. "What's got you going, sugar, is it the blow?"

"Fuck yeah, mate," Aurora huffed, clinging to Kahnso. Her heart was pounding and her lungs felt raw, but she was incredibly horny. She grabbed his paw and forced it against her groin, holding him there. He started to squeeze as if juicing her peach; Aurora groaned and snapped her teeth. "Fu-u-uck. Yeah, squeeze my pussy, squeeze me, you can get so goddamn rough with me. All about that wicked rapey shit, love."

Kahnso dragged his tongue along her neck. He licked her cheek, paused at her ear, and bit its rim. Aurora growled for him. She bit back on his face, mouthing his strong jaw, raking her teeth on his flesh. Her greedy paws felt around to his ass and squeezed the cheeks until they dimpled. Kahnso grunted and Aurora savagely flashed a mouth full of yellowing teeth. "Hey, like gettin' your shitter tongued? You into that kinda shit, love?"

"When you put it that way, no way," was Kahnso's dry answer. He nipped her neck and tickled her loins before slipping his fingers into the tight pink channel of her cunt. Aurora's fat thighs cinched together and she huffed, blowing boozy breath across Kahnso's face. "But if you wanna lick my asshole politely, then yeah - go ahead and eat your fill, sugar."

The tubby wolf writhed and grumbled. She pulled on Kahnso's wrist although his fingers couldn't go any deeper. Vaginal secretions oozed around his digits, wetting his fur, imprinting her heady smell on him. Close to his ear, she hissed, "How's about I tongue that arsehole, and you put that mouth to work on my snatch? Sit on my fucking face, mate, I'll tongue you 'til you fucking pop."

Her breath was foul but Kahnso kept kissing her snout. He thought with her pierced, folded ears and speckles of blow on her nosepad that she had a trashy beauty to her, and that demanded some sugar. His fingers raked into her cunt but his other arm curled around her and held her near, pressing fat tits against his chest. Aurora pleasantly grumbled, her tail beating on the floor. She nuzzled him and he nuzzled back, bit the bridge of her muzzle, pecked her between her eyes.

"Sit on this pretty face, huh," he mused. Dryly, "Never would've thought a fatass pizza slut who vacuums up coke would eat ass."

Aurora caught the sarcasm but rolled with it. She grinned and said, "Not just eat it, mate, I'll fucking sniff it too. Yeah, bet you get gross on stage, all those lights, all fuckin' coked up. Right? Got that musk?"

He slid back his fingers but plunged them back inside, raking blunt claws across the ceiling of her vagina. Aurora gasped and her doughy thighs clapped together reflexively, but they were so soft that she couldn't stop Kahnso with them. The fox smiled at her reaction. He laid her back on the floor in a fashion that was gentlemanly despite his fingering her like a bowling ball. Kneeling beside her, clutching a titty, he worked her cunt while she squirmed and whimpered and squeezed his leg.

"Fuck, yeah, fuck," Aurora whined. Her heart pounded like artillery and she felt the blood rushing in her temples. She stared, cringing, at the sneering face of the singer. In a voice taut with sexual strain, she bleated, "I'm fucking soaked, eat it already, would you?"

"Dunno about that," Kahnso murmured. "I like seeing your face. Pretty cute when you're all bothered, honestly."

Aurora banged her heels on the floor. "Oh, come o-o-on! I heard Kahnso loves to eat pussy!"

The fox plucked his fingers free and Aurora gasped, her pursed legs quivering. Kahnso bluntly smelled his fingers, then wiped the wolf's juices off on her leg. "You smell like a fucking wharf, girl," he chuckled. "Not complaining or anything. Maybe try washing that thing sometime, though."

The wolf groaned. She grappled with Kahnso's hips and ass, pawing and clawing his cheeks. "Fuck off and sit on me already."

"Easy on the merchandise," huffed Kahnso, swatting off her paws before climbing over her. He straddled her snout and his fuzzy scrotum dragged across her face. Aurora resisted the urge to nip and gave it a slobbery slurp instead. But then she nosed into his taint, and she slobbered all the way up to the pink bud of his asshole. She caught a whiff of musk, subtle and washed, and then she smacked her lips on his anus, the kiss alone making Kahnso grunt and tense up.

"Yeah, nice hole here, real tight. You're from LA, right? Hollywood? Get this thing bleached, mate?"

"What?" Kahnso blurted, blushing. "No! Fucking shut up, you-, you weird British dingbat. Get to rimming already."

Aurora laughed, almost howling with it. She gripped Kahnso's tail by the root and buried her snout in his crack. She inundated his pucker with smooches and suckles one moment and long, reverent slurps the next. Gradually Kahnso's embarrassment faded into the pleasure, and he pushed back slightly.

She reached around him, the paw not holding his tail grappling with his sheath. She fondled it the way she ate ass: eagerly and messily, no time wasted on reverence. She felt around inside of its slippery orifice, touched his hidden cock, squeezed the sheath, palmed his balls. The shapes and their sizes excited the fat wolf whose lips sucked and smacked on Kahnso's asshole, intermingled with her lusty moans and growls.

"You weren't kidding, huh," Kahnso huffed. "You fucking devour ass, don't you, sugar?" He rocked against her trashy snout, ass crack grinding on her nosepad, musk imprinting on her fur. He thought giddyup, bitch as he bucked on her face, and he cupped the nearly unmanageable mounds of her tits in his fingers. Peering down his own wide and taut body, he watched his cock emerge from its sheath, lipstick guided by Aurora's groping greedy paws. It slid from one moist, hot passage into another, the fat wolf's sweaty cleavage providing an ample bun for his meat.

"Those titties feel pretty good," he said, and then Aurora squeezed them together harder than he would have done on his own - at least without a little blow and liquor to dull his gentlemanly sensibilities. She mashed her jugs against his cock, mashed her mouth against his asshole. While she sucked and snorted and her tongue and lips made all manner of vulgar wet noises, Kahnso wondered if she sounded the same way when she crammed her face with pizza, and grinned.

Aurora's lips popped off of Kahnso's asshole, the pink rim of which glistened with reams of slobber. She said in a low and lusty voice, "Lick my fuckin' cunt already, mate."

"Yeah, yeah," groused Kahnso, though her box appealed to him in a grotesque way. Because although Kahnso had made his first million before twenty-five and fancied himself a connoisseur of food and drink, he was still a Midwestern boy with trashy tastes. Aurora's fishy box was as guiltily appealing as Thunderbird wine and a Whopper with cheese, the sloppier the better.

He bent and pushed his snout between the wolf's pudgy thighs, his dark hair cascading all around and blocking out the room's mild light like a blackout curtain. In the claustrophobic space of her crotch, he inhaled her feminine stink and he shuddered, big red cock jetting precum between her tits, which she indulgently pumped up and down his cock in jerky, coke-fueled gestures.

Kahnso slipped a paw under her tubby thigh. Through the fur he felt flesh wobbly with cellulite. The girth and fatness of the wolf thrilled muscular and fit Kahnso. He wriggled his paw toward her crotch, and with fingers in the peace sign split of hippies and pussy-eaters the world over, he spread her damp cunt wide and slopped his tongue against her humid pink yawn.

Aurora grumbled with rising satisfaction. Just a little tongue slap so far, but like smelling that ozone reek in the air before a thunderstorm, she could intuit what was to come. "Yeah, fuck yeah," she puffed against his ass, and down she went again. She tongued his asshole, dug it in deep, opened him and fucked him with it as if showing him what she expected in return. Kahnso shuddered and moaned - that was a good sign, not all guys liked to have their butt invaded, even by a tongue. Aurora kept working her tits, she knew that was the surest way to keep him happy and hungry.

The big fox's body shivered with the pleasure only a deep and thorough rimming could provide. The wolf's spread cunt smelled vile, that rich scent so famously compared to fish but unmistakably vaginal after more than a cursory whiff. He dug his big tongue into her vagina, slathering ceiling, floor and sides in vulgar, hungry slurps. Secretions greeted him, oozed around him, wetting his tongue the way his fingers had been soaked down.

"Aw, fug'h," Aurora burbled against and into his asshole. Her tongue still speared his anus but her grin was broad and giddy. She squeezed her jugs as tight as she could against his cock and she raked her tongue downward, going for the prostate; and it wasn't too hard to tell when she hit it, because the big fox seized and groaned. Even with his voice muffled by so much fat and cunt, the desperation was obvious. Aurora fought his clenching, straining asshole and slurped again, and again. She worked his cock, pumped it with those big and sweaty jugs, putting to work what good genes had given her and cheap food had fattened up.

Kahnso breathed harshly in her cunt. He tasted her, let her soak into his fur while she tongued him open and snacked on his ass as if it were her last meal. And her tits were fat and hot, the fur greasy and matted with sweat, her cleavage engulfing his knotted meat. Kahnso didn't believe he could have been happier plowing her in the ass or driving his knot against her lips. He shuddered, and he clenched against her, knees squeezing her head.

The fox's heart pounded, each beat coaxing a throb from his cock, pushing tender nerves against the surface of his red flesh. In Aurora's cunt he groaned and shuddered, brayed in his release, savoring the reek of her pussy which in his heightened state seemed obnoxiously pungent.

Aurora held her tits close and she smacked and sucked his asshole, letting her tongue wallow in his seizing anal passage. Like his knees held her head, she clamped on him with her thighs and she thought about how awesome it was to have such a famous guy's ass on her face. Mom and dad across the pond would be proud of her, she hoped.

"Fuck, ooh!" Kahnso sputtered between Aurora's thighs. His burly body was hunched and bestial. His tail fanned musk and body odor, uncommon smells in a lavender-scented hotel room. He held onto her thighs, those fat and gorgeous things, holding them like they were the restraints on a roller coaster. He panted into her pussy, taking irregular slurps at it, finding its fishy aroma at once delicious and repulsive.

Plump and turgid, Kahnso's penis twitched, then a sticky white ribbon jetted from its tip. Another twitch, and he shot a second time, harder and heavier, the mess battering the split of Aurora's cleavage in patchy smears. A third, then a fourth shot covered the missed spots, and soon the cream was oozing from her cleavage, diffusing across the doughy paunch of her belly.

Kahnso exhaled against her box. He felt the simultaneous exultation and exhaustion that came with afterglow. He patted her thighs in a tap-out manner, and Aurora, lips now lazily kissing the singer's slobbery anus, allowed her legs to drift apart.

As Kahnso straightened, he also shuddered. He looked down and appraised the mess he had made of Aurora's body. Seeing his semen leaking from a woman, be it from her titties or elsewhere, never failed to satisfy him in a caveman kind of way. "God damn, you eat some mean ass," he said, his tone an impressed one. "And the way you work those tits, too... I don't even care if you can play worth a fuck, you're part of the band now."

The fat wolf smacked a sharp kiss on his asshole. Kahnso uttered a low, pleased noise. "Fuck yeah. I love eating ass. Just let us have a go at it after a show, won't you?"

Kahnso sneered and rolled off of her, bumping into the couch. He lay on his side, still huffing softly, knotted penis still hard. "What, like, you want to eat some swamp ass? You're fucking nasty, bitch." Admiration in his voice, grin on his face. "Speaking of nasty, you need to wash that pussy of yours. Fucking thing tried to bite me."

Aurora cackled an ugly laugh, very unlike the dignified chuckles Kahnso would have expected from a girl with a British accent. She sat up, fatty body wobbling, fur gleaming with sweat and rock star semen. Growling, Aurora smacked a hard, wet kiss on Kahnso's lips; traded the taste of her fishy box for the smell of his ass. Kahnso kissed back, lips locking, paws grappling with her big, plush body. One settled on the small of her back, the other sluiced through her blue-dyed hair.

As quickly as she began, Aurora gasped free of the kiss. She kept close, nuzzling with Kahnso, biting his neck, grumbling. "You came, goddamn you fucking came," the wolf snarled, "but I didn't, and you gotta do right by me now."

Kahnso, still sluggish in afterglow, grinned and sat back against the couch. "What you got in mind, sugar? How can I serve you?" He leaned toward her somewhat and meant to brush her hair from her eyes but the coked-up wolf pushed herself on him, pinned him to the couch.

She said with her snout close to his, "Bounce my big fat arse on that prick of yours, how'd you like that, love? You into anal?"

He palmed her sides and her back, feeling indulgently over the flabby meat of her body. His paws slid around to her tits and played briefly on their sweaty mounds, but he avoided the sticky channel of her cleavage. Even then, Aurora had already pressed close enough to smear some of his semen off on him. It glinted in his fur, and soon it would be crusty and flaky. There was nothing less romantic than dried cum, in Kahnso's opinion.

"Yeah. Yeah, sugar, I'll fuck that ass," Kahnso growled. "Just lemme recharge, honey. Just 'cause it's still hard doesn't mean it's ready to fire again."

Aurora huffed. She kissed him, also bit his lip. Then she pulled away from him, sharply turned, and leaned toward the coke still waiting on the table. Without asking - there was usually no need to if you made the guy cum, in Aurora's experience - she took the ragpaper straw and greedily sucked down a line.

She was ready for the kick and weathered it better this time. She said as she sat back in Kahnso's lap and pinned his cock between her back and his stomach, "Fu-u-uck, can't get good blow like that back home. This stuff's intense, mate."

Yeah, and I doubt your trashy ass can afford anything that isn't half talcum powder, thought Kahnso, whose face remained even. He wrapped his arms around her, palmed her breasts, ground his pads into her nipples. He enjoyed this feeling - and most women enjoyed it in turn. Aurora, softly moaning and leaning back into his sweaty warmth, wasn't the exception.

"Yeah, play with my tits," the wolf grumbled. "Gawd, I'm so fucking turned-on." She ground her broad, swampy ass against his loins, the slow and lazy back-and-forth wriggle easing his penis between her cheeks. Just like it had in her cleavage, his cock rested in her ass crack. Eyes wide, teeth bared in a grin that was partly from the blow, Aurora snarled: "Like my fat ass, right? You like it, love?"

"Love me a good, fat ass," Kahnso said in a low, lurid voice, as if he wanted only Aurora to hear. He licked her neck, nibbled her ear. As he squeezed and pushed and pulled, the fatty meat of her breasts oozed satisfyingly between his fingers. "God, these tits are fucking great."

The wolf cackled laughter. She howled with laughter sometimes, but so far nobody had pointed out what a wolfish behavior her howling was. She shoved her ass - really, it was most of her weight - back against Kahnso and listened to the grunt he made with the same pleasure as a composer hearing a new piece of music come to life. "Fuckin' hell, mate, I can't believe I've got Kahnso's jizz all over my tits, though." She massaged them herself, forcing the gel of his semen to ooze through her cleavage. It spurted from above and below as if she had squeezed a bottle of mayonnaise too hard.

For the moment Kahnso just rested against her. He dared to close his eyes, even around a bitch so demonstrably noisy and unstable as Aurora. Nuzzling her neck, blunt tusks dragging across sweaty, furry flesh. Aurora growled quietly. She cooed, "Yeah, mate, rest up. Better fuck me soon as you're ready, though, yeah?"

"Yeah," he drowsily answered. "Mhm."