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Winter was finally starting to kick in around the town of Pawsburg. The harsh wind blowing in from the West in December had gave way to full on snowfall for the first time in a few years with the end result being that most of the population, totally unprepared as they were, would be stuck inside for at least a few days. Stores shut down, the local school gave days off, and the whole town felt like it was frozen in place for those living in it.

On the outskirts, just outside of where the city would have sprayed salt had they been prepared for this scenario, sat a small drive in movie theater. Alongside the confections booth attached to the entrance and with snow piled onto the roof sat the small trailer that the owner of the movie theater lived in. The main inhabitant inside with his girlfriend as the snow continued to come down in large fluffy flakes.

"I really hate this stuff," Tye mumbled as he peaked out the window, "Absolutely ruins business. It'll be fine, but like, man. It just sucks. I'm going to go out and see if I can get my old leaf blower going and try to shove some of this stuff around, maybe clear the entrance at least."

With a yawning sort of squeak Yvette's arm reached out from under the quilt and blanket that she'd piled on top of the bed and herself, one of her soft black furred paws groping at the alarm clock beside the bed and dragging it under the covers to check the time before she deigned to respond to Tye's idea, "Why don't we," she began, pausing for effect and to poke her head out from the blanket to stares sideways at the window the man had been looking out of, "Just go back to bed? Oui? It's nice and warm under the blankets."

The barely dressed wolf looked back at his buried partner, unable to stop himself from laughing at her face poking out as it was, "Naw, I don't want to spend all day in bed." As he finished his words the boxer clad canine walked back towards the bed to push open the door for his small clothes closet, clearly looking for something warm enough to make the frigid outdoors at least somewhat comfortable.

Rustling around under the blankets as she moved to watch him walk the mostly hidden skunk sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, keeping the blankets over her like a sort of crude tent, "Mon ami, if you go out there and blow the snow you'll freeze to death, I don't think I can fit you into the microwave to thaw you out. Just lay back down with me, we'll watch a movie or something."

Ignoring her pleading to some degree with another laugh before finally finding a large plaid jacket to toss on the side of the bed next to her before he goes continues his search for a shirt to wear as well. The task is cut short when she reaches out and curls two black fingers in to the waistband of his blue boxers, gently pulling him away from the closet and back towards her.

"I don't think you understand," she chides in her thick faux French accent "It's warm in here, and a little wet." Her choice of words catch his attention, as she finishes tugging him to her with much less resistance before wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Sheepishly Tye responds, "Yvette, the snow won't get rid of itself, though." the conviction in his voice causing her to start to laugh as his words trail off.

"Yes it will, you big oaf. It will melt! Now come here and melt in my mouth, my big dumb wolf." Her hands help to turn him about, the twisting motion followed up swiftly by the skunks feminine muzzle pressing into the boxers, like a cat rubbing on its owners leg. The sudden hand on the back of her head giving her all the permission she needs to take what she wants as his eyes look down at her with a matching amount of devilish mischief. One more moment of tender pressing against the fabric passes before she finally as she yanks the waistband down with an impish giggle.

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Without missing a beat the chubby girl parts her lips and sticks her tongue out. Dragging it immediately up and along the wolf's balls. Coming in from a lower angle as she nuzzles, softly nibbles, licks and sucks at the orbs it's clear that she's quite content with this arrangement, and knows what the man likes as she softly moans and talks between her lustful movements.

"So, I had an idea, lover. You want to try something new?" Her words come out almost more like a command than as a question, she already knows the answer. She had been planning this for days, had gone over to spend a few days with him specifically for exactly what she was about to attempt, knowing there was a fantastic chance of getting snowed in with him. Tye nods his approval as one of her hands move to unsheathe his quickly hardening canine manhood as she continues what she was saying before.

"I think your bed is exactly the right height for me to lay on my back-" cutting herself off mid sentence by taking the wolf's dick into her mouth Yvette closed her eyes, breathing him, tasting him, feeling him throb against her lips, and letting the lead into her idea confuse him. On cue Tye responded enthusiastically, "Of course it's the right height to put you on your back, we've done that before. What's new about that?"

Pushing her tongue out to slide against the underside of his rapidly stiffening cock Yvette bobbed her head, once, twice, thrice, each time her lips getting lower, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva and drool behind, and making a happy noise to match each of her cocksucking glucking noises. After the third drop her big blue eye's pop open, specifically to gaze up at him, while her hands rubbing on his sides and thighs as she let him stand there confused in her mouth for just a little while longer.

The look on his face told her she was doing nothing wrong, that's for sure, clearly already starting to lose himself in a state of bliss from just the start of her teasing and pleasing before she noisily opened her mouth wide and purposefully gagged herself heartily on his red meat. Sloppily pulling off from the naughty maneuver, to leave a single trail of spit still connecting her lower lip to the underside of his pointed cockhead that didn't break until she shook her head softly to fill in the rest of the missing information.

"No, mon ami, on my back with you in my mouth. Like this." Looking up at him from her relative sitting position on the bed before she sat up fully, large breasts being pushed forward into her black t-shirt, with her head lolling back semi-limply, The look of understanding in his eyes don't spark at first, but after the skunk drops her lower jaw and sticks her tongue out as far as she can the visual suddenly seems to make sense to him.

Without much ado she tosses the thick blankets back away from her, and rotates around, laying back so that her head can fall back from the side of the matress. The barely dressed mephits body on borderline display for him, between her dark red panties contrasting between her black furred thighs and the shirt riding up to show her belly button there just isn't much to hide, and after a bit of 'getting comfortable' she gives him the greenlight.

With minimal repositioning on his part the big wolf quickly finds a comfortable place to stand and presses his advantage home, to her absolute delight. It takes no time at all for her to get comfortable in the rhythm of having her mouth used like he would her pussy, her pleased noises quickly filling the soundscape of the small trailer as his shaft slides down her throat and her lips wrap wetly in place.

Each and every thrust earns her so very much as far as she's concerned. The feeling of him spreading her lips, of how easy it is for him to press himself down onto her, of being treated exactly like a fuckhole by his big hard rod. Every thrust of his hips causes her vision to be filled by the wolf's large, and slightly damp, balls as his hands gravitate to her midriff. Before a few minutes of this upside down face fucking have passed it's clear there's no going back for either of them.

It really doesn't take a lot of time before the salivating girl has managed to soak the wolfs shaft and balls, while managing to drool all over her own face in the process. Every single time he pulls back out of her throat it earns him another moaning gasp as the skunks knees raise up to help support herself from being fucked down the bed, and out of position. It's the moment his hands pull her plain black t-shirt the rest of the way up and grasp her breasts firmly that really begin to push her towards her own precipice though.

Between the repetitive sound of Yvette's squealched moans, of Tye's pleasured grunts, and the ever so mostly gentle slap of his balls on her face it's a wonder the pair are capable of even noticing anything going on around them. Pink pert nipples pinched between his thumbs and pointer fingers and her own hand reaching desperately for the red panties in an attempt to push herself over the edge neither of them even notice Tye's telephone going off by the bed for the first four rings, and the immediate reaction on Tye's part is panic.

With a quick motion he manages to slide his cock out of her mouth and grasp the phone, answering far more raggedly then he ever intended, "Tye's Drive In Theater, this is Tye speaking how can I help you-" Despite the call, she hasn't stopped, missing the mean look his stopping earned him before the skunk grabbed at his hips and drove him home again and again.

"Hey Tye," the feminine voice on the line answered, "This is Willow, I wanted to let you know I can't make it in tonight. I'm snowed in still. I'm really sorry." The stream of words out of the receiver of the phone causing him to miss a step as his felatio focused companion pulled him to the hilt once more, glugging loudly as she did so. "H- Yeah, Hey Willow. Don't worry about it too much, there's no way we'd be able to show anything toni-"

His words cut off as his eyes glaze momentarily. Yvette started swallowing, holding him hilted in her mouth and just swallowing as hard as she could, and the suddenness of it proves effective. "Tye? You okay?" the soft rabbits voice over the phone says, clearly worried about her boss's sudden loss of words. Without missing a beat Yvette pulls him tighter, choking herself half to death on the shaft in her mouth.

It works out for her, Tye's eyes twitch and the canine shaft begins to spurt, quickly filling her throat as she swallows over and over again. Letting out a sort of whimpering shudder Tye manages to barely answer, "Yeah, I think my connections a bit off." as he tosses the phone in the rough direction of its stand, hoping that it will somehow smash the disconnect button as he begins to groan loudly, hips thrusting madly as she happily accepts every ounce of the load she's been working for.

The phone doesn't make it, and poor Willow does indeed end up hearing a few moments of him grunting and a quite clear bit of words about how good that felt before the wolf finishes being drained. Yvette, full and messy, keeps laying there on the bed, letting go of his hips and letting the boy stumble backwards to lean against the closet as she wipes her own spit out of her eyes. "Mon ami, I think your little rabbit worker heard that." As one of her paws reach out to grab the phone and toss it in its proper spot, hanging up on the suddenly aroused, confused, and mildly jealous rabbit.

"Holy shit." Tye manages, catching his breath and barely keeping himself from tilting onto the carpeted floor, "What made you come up with that idea?" Still on her back and looking up at him she shrugs and coyly asks how long he thinks it will take to be ready again, because that was the most fun she'd had in a while with him.

The answer summed up to not soon enough, and she knew it was a job well done, even if she definitely needed to wash her face now.