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"Goddamn air conditioner." The air it pumped out was barely cooler than the thick and humid air of her apartment, so the hefty woman landed an ineffectual smack on the grille. She sighed and resigned herself to another sticky day. She moseyed into the kitchen, wide ass swaying, thick tail moving in counterpoint. Some cold ice cream was what she wanted.

Her name was Mushi, her species a peculiarly sensual mix of rat and dragon. Genetics and a love of fattening foods blessed her with a curvaceous figure: enormous breasts and buttocks, and a healthy frame to hang it all on. She pulled a plastic tub of Tin Roof ice cream out of the freezer and stood with the door open for a moment, her sweaty snout inside the freezer.

"Gawd, it's too fuckin' hot," she moaned. She closed the freezer with a bang, paused to pluck her shorts out from between her ass cheeks, then dished out a big bowl of ice cream.

Mushi sat with her ice cream and glanced at the TV. Daytime television, boring shit as usual, just background noise. The ratdragon held the frosty bowl to her bust and had just brought the first spoonful to her lips when there was a knock at the door.

"Son of a bitch," she grunted. She set the bowl harshly on the table and got up to answer the door. Being part dragon, Mushi could be terrifying when enraged; she had a snarling scowl on her face when she yanked the front door open. "What is it?" she snapped. Recognition tugged her angry expression into disbelief, then a tight grin. "Oh my god. Desmond Lankett?"

"Long time no see, beautiful," Desmond said, grinning the whole time. "You gonna invite me in or just stare at me?"

Mushi's grin widened. "Get in here, you skinny little shit," she squealed, opening the storm door. Before he was even through the threshold, she squeezed him suddenly, crushing his snout into her cleavage, lifting him off the floor. "Gawd, I missed you! You should've called, baby."

Desmond pushed against her breasts and plucked his snout from her cleavage with a gasp. He was still huffing and grinning at her when he stole a smooch on her lips, and then she pulled him into another hug. This time he got to hug her back and their mouths met for a deeper, more meaningful kiss, their tongues momentarily tangling.

She grumbled luridly as she rubbed her nose to his. "God, I missed you. It's been years, you little asshole."

"I've been busy, baby," he soothed, sliding his paw over her dreadlocks. "You haven't changed a bit, have you?"

Mushi grinned. "Bigger numbers on the scale."

He grinned back. "I can still handle it."

She laughed and set him down, then finally shut the door. "Sorry it's so hot in here, can't get my fucking handyman to look at the AC."

Desmond primly smoothed a few wrinkles out of his shirt. "I could take a look at it."

Mushi sat down with her ice cream. In such a short time it had melted considerably. "Oh, if you wanna."

While she ate, he fiddled with the air conditioner, eventually pulling off its front cover. As he worked he said, "So I was back in town and just wanted to come see you. Drop in for a booty call, you know?"

The ratdragon slurped the last of the ice cream up, then chuckled, "Just like old times, huh?" She left to rinse her bowl in the kitchen and came back with two glasses of iced tea. Desmond gratefully took his, gave her a peck on the cheek, and then drained all of it in one go.

"Damn, baby. You're thirsty," Mushi said.

He grinned. "More ways than one," he said as he slid a paw over her generous behind.

Mushi sipped her tea and casually tugged her sweaty tank top up to her neck. Her breasts tumbled free, massive and glistening with sweat. Without hesitating, Desmond nuzzled into one and mouthed its nipple, caressing the other in a paw.

"Missed those soft, sticky lips of yours," Mushi cooed. "Them soft paws, too."

The foxcoon gently released her nipple, then licked along the front of her breast. "And I missed these fat jugs of yours, sweetheart." He chuckled, "You're the only reason to come back to Mississippi, far as I'm concerned."

She snickered. "Well I'm flattered, sugar. I suppose now you want me to sit on your face."

Desmond laid his chin on her breasts and looked into her eyes. "Hm, I dunno, maybe. Could always try to break my pelvis like you used to."

Her chubby fingers slid through his damp hair. "Or suck your little dick and nuts all at once. Used to love doing that, too." She pecked a kiss between his ears. "It's so damn nice to see you again, baby. Let's fool around. I need it."

Desmond smiled. "Love you, babe. Sorry I was away so long. Lead the way."

He knew the way, having never forgotten the layout of her small, cozy home, but he let her walk him to the bedroom. Nothing had changed; the bed was still too small for her, there was dirty clothing on the floor, and her closet was half clothes, half things in boxes she had no room to unpack.

"C'mere, babe," she cooed, sitting on the bed. She took the tank top off completely and tossed it on the floor. With Desmond before her, she pawed at his crotch, where a small but familiar lump throbbed. "Fuck yeah, missed this cute little thing," she growled, kneading him through his jeans.

"Ah, yeah," Desmond huffed, pushing into her touch. "Want the pants off, sugar?"

Mushi grinned up at Desmond. "Remember when I tried to suck your through your jeans?"

The foxcoon grinned back, but sheepishly. "Yeah, and you bitched about how much it hurt your jaws." He unbuttoned his fly. Mushi unzipped it and slid his pants down.

"Still rocking the tighty-whiteys," she giggled. "Now, these I can definitely suck you through." She ground her broad snout into his crotch, snuffling his sweat and precum. "Mm, that's a smell I missed. My cute little coonfox." Her chubby fingers slipped into the waistband and tugged his briefs down. When his small penis sprung free, she mouthed it, giving its tip a brief suckle - just enough to make him shiver.

She grinned up at him. "That's right, I didn't forget how to make my baby feel good." She suckled again and playfully lashed his small cock with her tongue. With her big, warm hands, she squeezed his round bottom, kneading the cheeks and savoring his soft pelt.

Desmond stroked Mushi's dreadlocks, both paws slipping over the tight strands of dark hair. "You're gifted, babe," the foxcoon sighed, his smile broad. "Really missed your big, soft body."

The ratdragon suckled and mouthed Desmond's cock a few moments longer, then took her lips off of it. She watched it throb in the open air and nosed it, smelling it through the veneer of drool. "Yeah, I know you're talking about these." She cupped her large breasts, holding them up as if for inspection. She grinned. "Wanna start on these, hot stuff? You always did love how they felt."

"You know me too well," Desmond said, sitting on the bed. He tugged his slick cock a few times, helping the foreskin back. Mushi stole a lick across the wet, pink head of his cock and relished the shivering moan her foxcoon made. "Gawd, it's been a while since anyone loved on my dick like this," he sighed. "Everyone just ignores it and goes for my butthole."

Mushi lapped from his fuzzy sack to his bush. She didn't mind the loose hairs on her tongue; it was a given with hirsute boys like Desmond. "Fuck them," she growled. "They wouldn't know good cock if someone smacked 'em with it." The massive woman pushed close to Desmond, mashing her heavy bust against his loins. His small penis vanished easily into the sweaty crevice and Mushi started to grind, crushing her breasts against his body, holding them in place with her elbows.

"Fuck yeah," Desmond huffed, leaning back, holding himself up. "Love you, sugar... sorry it took me so long to come back."

"Off sowing those wild oats, fucking those thin city bitches," Mushi teased between huffs of exertion. She was pushing so hard that the bed was creaking. Despite the air conditioner running in the other room, it was sweltering in the bedroom and the sex only made her stickier and hotter. Between her tits, she couldn't tell how much precum Desmond was leaking, exactly; she was so incredibly sweaty that his contribution was negligible.

Desmond kept a paw on the bed but stroked her chin and cheek with the other. Their eyes locked, Mushi's expression softening to a smile. "You getting close, baby?" the ratdragon asked softly. Her cleavage pushing and pulling on Desmond's cock made a wet suckling noise, almost sounding like oral sex. "Your sweet little prick's throbbing, I can feel it. You never lasted long between my titties."

"Because you're so good with them," Desmond groaned as he laid back. He bunched up the comforter in his fists. "Fuck, Mushi, I've been needing this," he whined.

She couldn't help but giggle. "I didn't realize how much I missed hearing you whine and moan for me. Just you wait until I'm trying to break your pelvis later on." She leaned further over him, pushing with her legs to slide her tits on his cock. The layer of sweat on her hide was so thick that Desmond's legs were damp. Watching the small male writhe and pant was doing things to her own sex drive. She reached down briefly and caressed the damp crease of her cameltoe. "Mm, shit," she huffed. "You gotta finish me when we're done, sugar..."

The ratdragon pushed harder and harder, as much for herself as for the foxcoon. Her tits ached the way they usually did when she crushed them in with her arms, but it was a good feeling like the burn of exercise. She crooned to the foxcoon, "C'mo-o-on, you cute little thing, make me all sticky."

Desmond stroked her face and hair. He breathed heavily, saying to her, "I am so, so fucking close, Mushi..." Just as he finished saying it, he clenched his teeth and grunted. He pawed at her breasts as he came between them, shooting his small but well-earned load into the wet space between.

Mushi seductively growled when she felt the mess. She kept pushing, rubbing her jugs together, hoping to milk her foxcoon of everything he had to give. "I can feel it throb every time you shoot," she lowly said. "Goddamn, Desmond, you're so pent-up... let me take good care of you." She let her tits go; a patch of sticky white seed clung to them, the strands breaking up as her breasts tumbled to their natural position.

She gulped his cock and balls both into her maw and suckled, stealing the last few drops - the dregs of his cum, where it was thinner and somehow saltier. After a few hard sucks, Desmond began to squirm. Mushi took her plush lips off of his cock and nuzzled with his belly, sighing as she did.

"Missed you, baby," the ratdragon purred.

"Missed you too, Mushi," Desmond sighed, his heart slowing to its idle rate, his breathing still steadying. "You okay?"

Mushi blinked and smiled. "What do you mean, honey? I'm fine."

Desmond got up on his elbows and looked down at her. He had a thin smile on his face. "I mean I can smell it, babe."

The ratdragon blushed and laughed. "I forgot how good your nose is."

He laid back and licked his lips. "What do you want first? Your AC fixed or your ass ate?"

She grinned and climbed over him, heavy tits hanging in his face. "AC later."

"That's my girl," Desmond growled, cupping her breasts. "Just as horny as I remember you."

Mushi dipped low and kissed him. "Same for you," she gently said. "Now take a deep breath," she said as she turned, moving so that her broad, brown ass hung over his head. "Cuz I want to feel your nose in my asshole."

Desmond's laugh was almost a giggle. He pawed over her fat, brown ass and said, "Fuck, honey, that makes two of us. I've been dying for some musky booty on my face."

Early in her relationship with Desmond, Mushi had been very mindful of her weight. Now the idea made her snicker as she mashed her rump onto his face. He flinched and grappled with her hips, hugging her while pushing his nose eagerly into the plump, musky ring of her anus. The ratdragon groaned with pleasure, gyrating her formidable ass against his face. "Fuck yeah, you know I love when you get your snout up in there, baby. You love a good, stanky ass."

The foxcoon panted and moaned into Mushi. Her leathery hide was coated in sweat, some of it nearly slimy between her cheeks. The humidity and heat in her crack made breathing difficult; her musk was incredibly potent, making the air feel even muggier. He snuffled it greedily, at times kissing and slurping her anus which clenched and wrinkled as if smooching back. He felt between her big thighs, taking her cunt in a possessive grip. The massive woman arched her back and moaned for her foxcoon. Vaginal secretions leaked around Desmond's small fingers.

"Ooh, shit," Mushi whined, rubbing her ass down harder, crushing him into the mattress. "I'm all yours, Dezzy-baby, you can get all rough with me, you know it. You know I can take it." She pawed over his crotch where his small cock was stiff again. It made her smile, knowing her musky stink still got him going fast. At her touch, Desmond planted his feet and pushed against her hand. Mushi squeezed his penis, then started to tug it. Although it was tiny in her fingers, she loved the shape and the pucker of foreskin on it. She growled, "Ooh yeah, look at how hard you are, babe. You're so fucking dirty, that's why I missed you. My ass-huffing coonfox, that's what you are."

"Mm, mhm," Desmond moaned under her. His face was drenched in sweat, most of it from Mushi. Her scent was so thick in his sinuses that he couldn't smell anything but ratdragon musk. In Mushi's fingers, his penis throbbed and leaked its precum. He dug most of a paw into her pussy and dragged his fingertips over the roof of her vagina; Mushi bucked and hissed, clenching on his fingers.

"Keep it up, keep it the fuck up," Mushi panted. She held fast on Desmond's cock, masturbating him roughly. At the same time she fondled herself, feeling over her enormous tits, tweaking her stiff brown nipples. "Oh, babe, I'm gonna squirt if you keep cramming your fist up there."

Desmond panted in Mushi's ass, his breath only adding to the humid swamp between her cheeks. He dug into her cunt, his fur and pads tickling her, the small bulk of his entire paw fitting inside snugly. His other paw felt over her breasts, stroking their curves jealously, supplementing her self-exploration.

"Gawd yeah, fuck yeah," grunted Mushi, her eyes shut tight. She leaned back on Desmond, planting a hand on the bed; she was still jerking his cock, never losing interest in that hard root in her grip. "Fu-u-uck, Desmond, you know how hard it is to find guys who don't give a fuck how sweaty and smelly I am? You should've come back sooner, I needed this."

Mushi wriggled on Desmond and he snorted and slurped at her anus, sometimes kissing the ring, sometimes mouthing and suckling it. His precum drenched her hand just like her sweat soaked his fur and hair, making him reek of her unique ratdragon scent. He moaned into her ass, bucking into her hand, balling a fist inside of her cunt.

The ratdragon's fat, brown body trembled with pleasure. Her teeth were bared and her eyes shut tightly; her grip on Desmond's penis was abusively rough, but she'd done worse to him, knowing how unexpectedly durable he was despite his slender body. It was why she wasn't hesitating to crush her ass onto his face. She kept doing so until she felt his snout slip into her asshole, his nose quivering inside. The large woman arched her back and groaned out, "Oh, yeah, your muzzle fits in there so fucking perfect, baby."

Her vaginal muscles squeezed the invading bulk of Desmond's paw. He had released his fist and was feeling his way inside of her, his lithe fingers deep in her vagina. Uttering a deep, almost pained moan, Mushi ground her ass against his face and came. "Ooh-, oh yeah, hell yeah," she panted, her voice surprisingly soft. Vaginal secretions squirted down Desmond's arm; her anus squeezed his snout tight, suffocating him in the intensely musky passage of her ass. She squeezed his cock up, then down, moving lazily as she came. "Aw, Dezzy-baby, I feel so-o-o good," Mushi cooed.

Desmond's air was restricted but his senses had heightened. He had learned to resist the panic of not having enough air to breathe. He let the intense scent of her musk fill his head in place of oxygen and wrapped his arms around her chunky thighs. He pushed lamely into her jerking hand and she picked up the pace again, asking him, "You gonna cum again, babe? You love having your face up my ass, I know you do..."

She doubled over, arching her back, and engulfed his cock in her mouth. Her lips made a snug seal on all three and a half inches of his penis and she sucked hard, barely using her tongue. She felt and heard him moan inside of her; his orgasm was sudden and volatile, and he shot a surprisingly full load into her maw. Without hesitation she swallowed it down, then nuzzled his twitching, leaking penis. "Ooh, damn, that was a mouthful, sugar," the ratdragon crooned. "You want some air now?"

Desmond tapped her hip with his sticky paw. His movements were languid.

Mushi giggled. She lifted herself up slowly until his snout pulled free of her anus. Her pucker hadn't been gaped at all, but its surface gently throbbed. Desmond gave it a few smooches before he said, "I know I keep saying it, but goddamn, I missed you, Mushi."

She let him have his kisses, then rolled onto her side with a grunt. Desmond cuddled up to her, his face close to hers, her breasts like pillows under his furry body. The ratdragon hugged him close and their lips locked, their tongues entangling like wet ribbons. The kiss was slow and lengthy, each exploring, caressing the other, remembering details that had once been incredibly familiar. As the kiss ended, Mushi huffed across his snout and growled, "You smell like ass."

He grinned. "Funny, so do you."

Mushi gave him a brief but powerful bear hug. It made him cringe but laugh. "No breaking my back. I can't fix your AC if I'm crippled."

"Fair point. I guess you live for now." She kissed him shallowly, then said in a gentle voice, "Love you, baby."

He kissed her back and nuzzled with her. "Love you too."