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Nolan stood at the corner of the hallway, somewhat nervously shifting his weight from footpaw to footpaw while he tried to go over what he wanted to say. His stomach grumbled with the scents of school lunchtime all around him - and today was one of the spicy chicken sandwich days, anyhow, which was always his favorite; today he had gotten two of them, as usual. His extra practices after school resulted in a heightened appetite, even on top of the full breakfast he made sure to have every morning - and yet still he showed the same sleek, lithe form that his father had, as though he got by on a steak a day and nothing else.

So there was the chicken sandwich days that he like, and then also pizza day on Fridays, but he didn't like the pepperoni. Although the veggie burgers on Tuesdays and Thursdays were good too, and on Mondays he was fond of the-

He shook his head and swallowed, thick feline-like tail flicking around behind him. He was, to put it a bit more simply than the truth, a mountain leopard: "leopard on my dad's side and mountain on my mom", he'd tried, but that one needed a bit more work. Mountain as in mountain wolf. Well, arctic wolf. It's - complicated. I'm complicated. But then that always sounded petulant, and he could feel his ears flatten back against his head and his hackles puff up, and that naturally put him on the defensive, and... and Nolan stopped, took in a breath, and let it back out again.

Once more he looked down the hall, towards where the red panda sat up against the wall near the door to the orchestra hall. She sat and chatted with her friends as she did every day. Backpack beside her, phone by one knee, book by the other - when Nolan realized that he recognized that one, he felt the base of his tail stir and flick in that sensation of wagging - she tossed her head with a bright, lovely laugh, leaned back in to listen to her friend, and reached up to push her glasses back up her slim muzzle. Right then there was a brief flash of movement and a twitch of her head, and the mountain leopard realized she had noticed and was looking at him.

He jumped. That meant he had to go now. Suddenly nervous and unsure, he swallowed, looked down over his lunch tray as though there might be something there to save him, and then pushed himself forward before he could second-guess it. That was some advice from his father, the leopard_side: _"be confident, and proud. That's the most important part. You know where you placed in last month's swimming competition. You know you can beat your other brothers and sisters in a race. So make sure she knows it, too. Yeah? And besides, it doesn't matter if you actually feel it. You just need to make sure everyone else believes you feel it."

_ _

One great part about band class was that it really had taught him posture. On his way over, trying to clear his throat so he wouldn't have to once he got there, the mountain leopard pushed his shoulders back, raised his head, angled his chest up and out, flattened his lower back... and nearly dropped his lunch try, in another moment having to scramble to catch himself before the lump of coagulated mashed potatoes rolled right off and onto the floor.

When he finally reached the small group, the red panda had sat up and leaned back a bit, as thought afraid he might spill his food onto her instead. One paw covered the screen of her phone, more to hold it in place than block it from side. She looked him over but said nothing.

Nolan swallowed. "H-" Then something caught in his throat and squeezed at his voice. He coughed, cleared it, swallowed once more, and then tried another time. "Hey there. Um. Amber."

The edge of her mouth quirked, though it never developed into a full smile. She glanced back and forth between her friends. "Hey there, ah..."

It sounded like she had more to say, so Nolan remained silent - until he realized she was waiting for his name. His ears flicked again. "Nnnolan," he answered after a moment. "I'm Nolan."

"Nolan?"

"Yeah. Th-that's my name." He lifted a paw from his tray, put it right back in place after everything wobbled, lifted it away again, and made a nervous attempt at a finger gun. "Don't use it up. Er, uh... wear it out. Don't - wear it out."

Amber blinked again. She had lovely green eyes. "Yeah," she said. "Alright. Um-" Here she looked to her friends again. "Would you two give us a moment, please?"

One of them, a slim cheetah, snickered behind a paw and made a mocking bow. "Your wish is my command, your majesty." The other one, some kind of blackbird with bright flashes of yellow accents, looked from red panda to mountain leopard, then sighed dramatically and headed back down the hall with the cheetah.

Finally alone, the red panda returned her attention to Nolan before her. "What's up, Nolan?"

"Huh?" He blinked, having already gotten lost in his thoughts, and then flashed back to reality. Suddenly he was nervous all over again. "Oh, well, uh, I was thinking - or, wondering if you'd, uh..."

"Be genuine," his mom had told him. "Your dad might tell you, what... let me guess, be confident? Show off your muscles? Yeah, that sounds like him. Girls aren't that different from boys, Nolan. Trust me on that. What would you want to hear from someone asking you out?

_ _

Amber tilted her head a bit to look up at him over the rim of her glasses. Reassured that he wasn't about to spill his lunch over her, she slid her paw away from her phone. "If I'd what?"

"Want to - um..." What would I want to hear? Would I want to go to a movie? I don't think so. But - she's got book three of the Slipsilon cycle, which means she's already invested in that, and... "I don't know. Maybe go to - the... book... store, with me, sometime?"

She blinked. "The bookstore."

Was that the wrong thing to say? What would Dad do?_Nolan swallowed, rounded claws starting to sink in through the surface of the tray. _Obviously he'd double down. "Oh, y-yeah, um... there's this secondhand place out by the mall, and-"

"I know the one."

That caught him off-guard, though he realized a moment later he really should have expected it. "O-oh. Um. Well, there's, uh... also a coffee shop there, and - do you like coffee? Or maybe they have, like, tea or, uh, hot... chocolate or something..." Is that what they say? Do they call it hot chocolate? Mom says hot chocolate, but Dad says hot cocoa. What does Kyle say?

Amber pressed a paw to her chin. "Mm," she mused, "I dunno..."

Over her shoulder Nolan saw her other friends snickering among themselves. His heart thumped in his chest. "Oh. Yeah, that's... okay, I wasn't wanting to - pressure you or anything, I, uh... understand if you, y'know. Already have a, uh, boyfriend. Or - I mean if you had-" His tail lashed behind him, another more feline affectation from his father. "That's not what I meant, I-"

"Hey."

He avoided her eyes as long as he could. "Yeah?"

Amber leaned in a bit, this time drumming her fingers on her book. "If I had something extra to eat, it might be easier for me to come to a decision."

Nolan looked down in her lap. "Oh - yeah, I'm probably interrupting your lunch; I'm sorry, I'll just, uh... go back and, I guess-"

"-Something like," she went on, eyeing his tray specifically, "an extra one of those tasty chicken sandwiches... just in case someone were to, oh, I don't know... have gotten two of them..."

He looked down at his tray again, then at her, then down again. And then it clicked.

Amber smiled.

Daet Wolfuar

Matt sat back against the bed, pillows stacked carefully up along his lower back, and spread his legs to the side. He still wasn't used to the sensation of a rough towel underneath him here, further cushioned by the mattress underneath, but the entire situation still worked to his advantage: his body knew that when he had a setup like this, things were about to get really hot. Whether that was plopping down the knotted toy that his online friend had sent him, or getting out the same assortment of things as he had now.

Already there was the cool, slimy kiss of lube - surgical lube, specifically; he had been told never to use the same kind he did for his other toys - settled against the tip of his shaft, deliberately soft for now. The fingerpads of one paw felt slick with the stuff while the half-empty tube of it rested, lid closed, against his thigh. Of course he hadn't used all of that just now; the rest of it had gone in multiple sessions throughout this past year and a half or so, growing accustomed to the sensation and methods, working himself up and further.

He looked up to Arin sitting across from him, the squirrel's eyes wide and attentive. He blinked, noticed his boyfriend watching him, and looked up to meet his eyes as well, then gave a sheepish smile. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," Matt replied. He reached over to the opened case to his other side, carefully slid one of the sleek, angled steel rods out of it, and ran the tapered tip back and forth along the lube-coated end of his shaft. Unlike actual "personal" lubricant, the surgical stuff more coated anything in a layer of persistent wetness, instead of making it slick and slimy - but it definitely helped. He swallowed, sighed, took in a slow breath, and held it. "You ready?"

Arin nodded and leaned in a little closer, his own shaft twitching half-hard between his legs. That could be a problem. "Uh huh. Are you?"

"Yeah. Let me... just..."

And he angled that tip forward and down, turned it in the way that he knew eased its entrance into him... then leaned back against the pillows while he worked the end of it further down. There was that little pinch of sensation, the slight tension of poking up against the inner wall, and then... and then his head rolled back and he let a sweet, shivering sigh out once gravity settled in and took over, the metal sounding rod now slipping slowly, deliberately down along the inside of his shaft, completely unaided save for the finger hooked beneath his tip to keep its angle straight.

"Ah..." he breathed, hips giving a little thrust upward. Matt swallowed, licked his lips, glanced down, and watched his own cock pulse and stiffen around the rod, his length held still with the straight metal inside of it and growing up around it. "God, that - always gets me... are you ready?"

Arin hesitated, swallowed, and then glanced over at the tube of surgical lube first, then the remaining rods along the fox's other leg. "I... don't know."

"We don't have to if you-" Matt gritted his teeth and tugged it up a bit. It sank slowly back down, then caught there along squeezing interior valves and muscles. His paw went down his shaft towards his sack, then down further... and when he squeezed there he could feel its distinct stiff tip buried deep, deep inside of him. "-are having second thoughts. This definitely is something that you... shouldn't do unless you really want to, and-"

"I do, though!" Arin swallowed again, sighed, and then nodded. "Okay. Yeah, yeah, okay. I've practiced a little myself and - and I wanna do it with you."

"You sure?"

He blinked. "Uh huh."

"Okay. Could you - grab and open..."

The squirrel did as asked, reaching for the tube and popping it open. Matt reached out for it but then Arin took care of it himself, squirting a small portion onto his finger and another at the tip of his shaft, which had grown a bit harder while Matt attended to himself. "Do you, um, want me to..."

"Yeah. Hold still. Here, I'll..."

This was something neither of them had ever done before - that was, using a rod while someone else was, too. No better time than to do it with a partner, they each figured, so when Matt's parents said they would be out of town tonight, he surreptitiously had Arin ride the after-school bus to his place, did some homework together, and now with the sun down below the horizon and the menu music of the video game they had been playing going on quietly in the background... he slid a forefinger and thumb down to the base of his own cock again, inwardly delighting at the sensation of being able to feel the stiff, rigid rod in the center of his own soft, pliable flesh. A good half of the rod still remained outside of him, the excess lube having gathered at the end of his urethra parted around the sleek steel; the other end was also tapered a bit. He waited while Arin scooted closer, briefly finagled one leg over Matt's and the other underneath, then came up, lined himself up against that angled tip, and reached in to spread the rest of the lube on his finger over it.

He moved slowly and carefully, trying not to jostle it inside of his boyfriend. "I'm - a bit, uh... hard," Arin murmured sheepishly. "That usually makes it more difficult."

"Getting softer, though..."

"I'm nervous!"

"That's okay," Matt was quick to say. "That's okay. That helps. A little bit of nervousness is good. Here, line that up there, and... I'll let you start it, since you know your own body better than me, and..."

And he watched as the squirrel reached in, took a breath, held the rod in place, and then slid himself up and over it. His face wrenched up at one point and he pulled back, then readjusted, straightened up, pushed forward... and Matt could feel the little twitches and tension of Arin's body as the rod sank further into him, slow and careful, deliberate and gentle - until the tips of both of their lengths pressed up against one another, strung through the center with this stiff metal rod halfway buried in each.

Arin let out a shuddering laugh, relief sweeping out from his shoulders. He looked down, wrapped a paw around each of them, and stroked gently forward and back, the rod remaining solid between them like a guide rail. Matt shivered and rolled his head back, then leaned in, found his boyfriend's lips, pressed against them, and started to thrust gently into the stroking.

After this the two would certainly have to take a breather, but for now this was more than a productive use of their time.

Zer0theCrux

The white-furred wolfess squirmed atop the bed, all the muscles in her body tensing up and firing through her, again and again. She gritted her teeth and shivered, a sweet, shuddering trickling out from between his parted lips, and kicked one of her footpaws, but the silk rope keeping it bound to the foot of the bedframe meant that all this movement did was send another bounce through the mattress. Her paws themselves had been left unbound, and now with all of this energy and sensation lancing through her again and again, she had no idea what to do with them. At once she had them shoved up underneath her pillow, claws tearing along the previously smooth fabric; then they clasped over her soft, plush belly, squeezing in there; then one scraped along the sheets underneath her while the other came up to caress, squeeze, tug at one of her breasts, shaky forefinger and thumb coming in to pull at the silver hoop pierced through the nipple there; then they went up and over again, back and forth.

"Ah-" she panted, voice high and breathless. "Kai, I'm - ah-"

The male wolf above her, black-furred and holding the other end of the vibrator, leaned in over the bed from the side with a satisfied smirk on his face. Every time before she had been the one in control, Tessa the one tugging at the leash clipped to his collar, yanking him down underneath her skirt while she sat on a bench at the park, pulling him up into her from behind when they looked out over the lake, slipping his paw down into her panties as they sat in a movie theater, one time even reserving a place at a nice restaurant just so she could slip beneath the table, the classic free-flowing tablecloth hanging down to cover her, while she opened his pants and coaxed more than a mouthful from him.

And now, it was finally his turn. Kai licked his lips and looked back down Tessa's body, white fur pocked with flashes of fresh pink skin from her heavy breasts, to the smaller, flatter nipples arranged down her belly, and then finally... finally, down towards the fat, plump mound of slick, wet flesh protruding out from between her thighs, the wolfess's spade held slightly off to the side and shaking, vibrating, jiggling in time with the toy. Kai was about as familiar with that as he was with any other part of her: one thing the wolfess just loved to do when they were out together was see just how far into his mouth she could fit that wide, tense mound, the male wolf slurping and sucking around and inside of it, throat slickened with the juice of her arousal, dripping, oozing... even tonight he had hardly had to lube the toy at all, instead just swirling it back and forth along her lips, tracing it gently over the sensitive interior flesh there, and now he simply kept it pressed up against the side of it, between thigh and spade.

Again the wolfess bucked, nearly knocking the toy loose, but Kai held it in place there. Thick, glistening trails of arousal dripped down from her swollen sex, the portion of the sheets directly beneath her already soaked through with the stuff; the scent of lupine pleasure hung heavily in the air, and truthfully it was all Kai could do not to dive in and press his muzzle up between her legs, to clean her up and slurp all of that right back down. Even here where he stood, he couldn't quite resist grinding up against the edge of the bed, his shaft twitching hard, fully out of his sheath, dripping his own slickness down along the sheets.

"Yeah?" he said, and rotated the vibrator so it now pressed down against her from above. The slick, wet flesh there molded gently beneath the pressure, lips pressing together first and then smacking open with a thick strand of arousal hanging between them. "You're what?"

"I'm - gonna-" Tessa reached down and clasped at his arm, her grip surprisingly strong. Again and again the wolfess grinded up against the head of the toy, lips of her spade slipping over its rim. Kai angled it a bit, swirled and dug it into her, pressed into the wet flesh there, then tugged it up, forcing the wolfess to gasp and bounce in place. "Ahh-"

He leaned his head in over her, though by now her eyes were kept wrenched so tightly closed. Kai watched as her mouth dropped open, then clamped shut, then shivered open again; she swallowed, her tongue hung out, she licked her chops, she jerked against the toy again... "Yes, ma'am?"

For a moment cool blue eyes flashed open and up to him, but then those disappeared beneath heavy lids once more. Kai circled the head of the vibrator down and around where her spade met her body, back and forth; down from her belly and along her thigh, then underneath to lift it up and push into that spot between its base and her tailhole, then up between the other thigh again. At this point he had to carefully maintain the pressure he put in, as this entire area here felt slick and soaked with liquid arousal, her fur splayed and matted. Now she squeezed her arms down around her body, wriggling and writhing as Kai rolled the toy up and over to the center of her spade, worked it gently back and forth... and then pushed in until her plump lips spread, sucked, and wrapped around it.

Now that was a familiar feeling, having that around his shaft and the base of his knot, squeezing, pulling, tugging until - Kai tried to pull the toy free but found that Tessa was already doing just this, her entire lower body jittering with the tension of squeezing around it. She gasped, gasped again, tossed her head, grunted, then curled in along herself... and then finally jerked another few times, clawing at the sheets on either side of her as she burst across another peak. It was the force of this finish that pushed the head of the toy out from inside of her, along with a sizeable squirt of spraying heat across the sheets, the bedframe, the floor past it, and then Kai's paw as well. Again and again she lurched and shifted, body alternating between squeezing and pushing, spraying out across the bed until finally she dropped back, chest heaving and head lolled to the side.

After another moment she looked up at the other wolf through half-lidded eyes, a tired smile on his lips. "Kai..."

He returned the smile, switched the vibrator off, and lifted it to his lips, making sure she watched as he lapped her dripping slickness off. "Miss Tessa."

She nodded downwards. "You could probably fit that a little bit deeper."

With a flick of the thumb it buzzed back to life again. "I was just about to find out."

iridiumx

The dragon stumbled to a stop atop the windblown dune, the cool, salty sea air whispering a bit roughly through his patches of fur. All along the shore down the slope he could see the little figures of far-off beachgoers, sprawled out along towels on the sand, sitting together beneath wide umbrellas, running around in the swirling surf, or any number of other things - while he stood here, a little surprised but not necessarily put off by what he had seen. Walking the dunes like this had led him to many interesting discoveries, things he never would have guessed to have find or experienced, but here...

Lying across the warm sand before him rose the smooth, sleek rump of a fully grown Samurott, the Pokémon's trainer apparently not in attendance. The beast looked out down towards the waves down below, apparently elsewhere in thought; the strong, armor-like shells along her body caught the midday sunlight and shimmered gently, while the smooth, dense pelt coating the rest of her shone in its own way.

Iri just couldn't resist something like this. Footsteps muted with the thick sand around them, he padded forward, swallowed, reached slowly forward... then let each of his hands sink right in against the Pokémon's rump, fur just as soft as the flesh underneath. The Samurott let out a little noise of surprise and jumped, yet made no noise to move away or shift from her comfortable spot - which was about to become considerably more so. The dragon dropped down to his knees behind her, thumbs coming in beneath her wide, fin-like tail, and spread her there... then licked his lips at the gentle _smack_of sweat-moist skin and flesh pulling apart to show her puckered tailhole underneath.

He looked over what she had on display for him here a moment longer, the Pokémon now looking back over her shoulder with a bemused expression on her slender muzzle, and then Iri licked his lips, ran a thumb over the central pucker there, and dug right in. His snout fit perfectly in the space between here and the underside of her tail, his lips already pursed to kiss and suck and slurp over the sensitive flesh there.

Immediately he felt a response from the Samurott beneath him, the feral Pokémon rolling her head forward onto her forelegs and relaxing down a bit, head still angled down to watch the waves below. Iri lowered himself further down to dig deeper into her, tongue dragging up along those wrinkles and slipping into the wet, almost slimy flesh within. Amid his work the dragon smirked, nose snuffling and snorting in the humid space left to him beneath her tail: of course she had a bit of a fishy, oceanic scent and taste to her, rich musky salt filling his mouth and streaking his throat the further he went.

Sand shifted underneath him as he slid a hand into his trunks, themselves still damp from when he had last taken a dip into the sea down below. For a moment he entertained the idea of tugging them down to his thighs, then thought better of it: if they were already wet, nobody would notice a little bit of an extra streak on them, especially it came from inside. One hand down there and the other still keeping her plush rump partially spread against his muzzle, Iri began to fervently, energetically stroke at himself, now alternating between sucking at her tender flesh and swirling his tongue over and around, against and into her tailhole.

Certainly her Trainer had never treated her like this, although... Iri pulled back for a moment to catch his breath, then swirled his tongue out over his lips a few times to break the strands of thick, sticky slime hanging between there and her spread rump. He glanced down: the Samurott's tailhole twitched, clenched, puckered in the ocean air, far cooler than the dragon's breath puffing down and across her. It really could be hard to tell sometimes: as Iri swallowed once more, the musky taste of the formidable Pokémon sticking to the back of his throat and filling his head, he ran his thumb in along her now saliva-slickened tailhole and pressed it in, sinking into the slick, hot flesh inside. Maybe it was just her size but it _did_feel as though her rim yielded more easily than a Pokémon who _hadn't_received something like this before, but... he glanced down the dune at the beach once more, then promptly obscured his vision in plump, soft feral rump again.

Already he was panting against her, tongue digging deep and then slurping back up into his mouth, filling his mouth and lungs with her scent and taste. Thick drool combined with natural musk rolled down his chin and soaked into both his fur as well as hers, the only noises now his own panting and slurping, then the rhythmic sshk-shhk of his other hand inside the material of his trunks. It wasn't the most comfortable position for it, but between the pressure, the knowledge that her Trainer could return at any moment, and the idea that if anyone down there were to turn and look up at just the right angle they might see him buried here underneath her wide tail, resting comfortably across his head and back.

So wrapped up in hot flesh and humid air, Iri swallowed again, pressed his thumb in past her rim, spread her open there, then pursed his lips against the barely-revealed interior flesh and sucked there, able to feel her internal slickness seep slowly out against his teeth and tongue. His voice started to build up in his throat beneath fervent panting and gasping, sucking down the same stale, musky air over and over again, until finally he felt himself come close - then jerk, buck, and buck again into his hand still caught beneath the waistband of his trunks. Even beneath the wet slurping from his mouth around the Pokémon's tailhole he could hear the thick, wet _pat-pat_of his spurts against the interior of his trunks.

Panting through his nose, breathing nothing but the Samurott's concentrated musk, Iri remained there for a moment with his tongue and lips tingling from the sensation and work, then moved to pull himself free - and actually had to brace both hands on her rump and pull her open before the suction would allow him to do so. When he did come free he went with a thick, wet schlurp, cheeks and lips sticking to her drenched tailhole and the sleek, shimmering wet flesh inside, there for a flash and then winking out of view when she puckered up again.

Iri swallowed, then had to do so another few times to work her thick slime down his throat. Shakily he fell back to his rump on the sand, dripping hand coming free from his trunks, and only then heard the distinct padded noise of footsteps coming up the nearby slope. The Samurott looked back at him, pleasure evident on her face with her mouth hanging partially open and eyelids lowered - she wanted more, and at this point there was no way Iri would be able to explain away what had happened with her Trainer.

There was a frond of dried grasses just at the other side of the clearing, though. Iri looked to the slope, then to the grass, then to the Samurott again - she shifted how she lay and flipped her tail back down to cover her partially gaping, saliva-streaked tailhole - and then back to the grass. And he started to move closer.

lomidepuzlo

Mira tried to will herself to relax where she lay, upper back propped up against the wall by her stack of pillows. The sensation of the air conditioning running its gentle fingers along her skin, for once bare from head to toe, made her shiver in more ways than one: it was such a strange thing, but just the idea of doing this here out in the open, even though she was the only one in the house... again she glanced up to the open door of her bedroom, watching for any twist of shadows or anything else that would show she was wrong.

But still she knew she wasn't. In an attempt to bolster her confidence a little bit further, she shifted how she lay, pointed herself directly towards the open doorway, and then in another few seconds let her legs drift open, the mattress bouncing gently underneath the adjusted weight. She lay like this for a moment longer, feeling her heart thumping in her chest and her breath trickling out from between parted lips, knowing that anyone who did_come through there would be able to see her fully on display like this. It was just the thought, the idea that _if it happened, even though she knew it wouldn't, that did it for her.

Finally, shakily, Mira reached over beside her for the things she had dug out of the nightstand beside the bed - though still she couldn't help but glance up to the door every now and again, as she popped the flip-top of the lube, squirted a portion out onto her hand, then smeared that over the shaft of the toy. Throughout the minutes since she had prepared herself here, her clothes in a pile off to the side of the bed, she had also been teasing and working at herself, riding those little waves of exhilarating nervousness: with one hand she reached down and spread herself, fingers slipping in against soft, wet flesh buried a short way beneath thick, wiry pubes, then slid the rounded head of the toy up against herself there... and then kept on going further down, angling her body a bit, lifting up a little bit.

Naturally her body shivered and clenched back against the pressure there against her tailhole, but still she proceeded. This wouldn't be anything new, certainly, but it was just a consequence of the situation itself, where she found herself constantly imagining and thinking that there was someone just in the other room, just down the hall, who would walk past and catch a glimpse of her sprawled out like this, pushing the toy steadily deeper inside herself. Mira bit her lip and shuddered at the familiar pressure of it sinking up into her, making sure to take it slowly and enjoy the sensation.

As she went she rubbed her fingers more fully along herself, palm spread just beneath her lower belly there. Another thing she loved was the feeling of where smooth, soft skin gave way to the thick puff of her pubes, and the way that hair pulled and slid beneath and between her fingers as well, smooth and slightly slick with gathered scent and heat... and then when she dug deep enough, fore and middle fingers searching, sliding, swirling, how all of that parted open to sweet, sensitive lips and inner flesh, dripping wet from everything going on around her. She tilted her head back against the pillows and let out a breathy moan, putting a little more pressure behind her other hand to squeeze the toy in further while at the same time working her muscles against it.

Back and forth Mira went like this for a while, alternating her focus between the toy pressing up through her rim and then working with her fingers at herself, natural slickness slipping up to her knuckles, a little bit further, soaking in along her bush of pubic hair and dribbling down her inner thighs. She rolled her head to the other side, closed her eyes, shivered, gasped; at one point she let the toy pop out of herself, squirted a little bit more lube onto it, pressed it back in - then held it there with her interior muscles as she adjusted her position, lifting up and flipping over so that her hiked rump faced the door instead.

That idea was one that put another sharp spike of arousal beneath everything, and even as she started to pound it more fervently at herself, she still kept her eyes halfway open to watch the opened doorway. One hand reaching up and over her back, the other coming down her chest and up between her legs, she worked in tandem with herself, pushing the toy in to its ridged base, squeezing there, then using her muscles to push it right back out into her palm, only to then do so again and again - all the while she worked a pair of fingers swiftly along her clit, loving the feeling of wet slickness as it dripped down into her cupped palm. From here it was easy to push down a little bit further and sink those fingers up into herself again, to grip and squeeze and pull in against herself.

Panting, gasping, lower body shaking, legs struggling to keep herself propped up like this, Mira shivered, wrenched her eyes shut, pushed the toy deep into herself - and held it there as her entire body shuddered and jerked against it, at once pushing back and squeezing around it when she pushed herself over her finish. The fingers of her other hand slopped out from inside of her and slid back up, circling and squeezing at her clit right there at the peak of sensation. She tensed up, gritted her teeth, felt that wave of pleasure wash over her, and then jerked again - and felt the fierce spurt of liquid as it sprayed out from inside of her, then again, and again, intense enjoyment emptying out in those forceful sprays.

Slowly, breathlessly, she let her arms drop to her sides, and then twitched as the toy pulled itself free. Mira swallowed, sighed, kept her eyes closed for another moment, then carefully rolled over onto her side to avoid the sizable wet spot she had painted into the sheets underneath her. Gradually arousal started to simmer back into nervousness, though at this point she simply couldn't get herself to do anything else, while laying here with her chest heaving with exhaustion.

Then, though, down the hall and across the house, there was the distinct sound of a key in the lock, followed by the front door opening and then closing again. She lifted her head and looked down across her naked body; a shadow had started across the wall outside the door. Her clothes still waited in a pile at the side of the bed.

Mira started to reach for them.

RuariYeen

This was a position with which Lukas was quite familiar. The touch of cold tile floor on his footpaws and knees, the cool air of the running AC through his bare fur, the anticipation and excitement churning through him, making his arousal evident between his legs even though he hadn't yet done anything more than just take his clothes off and get into position... and then, of course, the warmth emanating from here in front of him, himself kneeling down within the shower with someone else just outside.

The striped hyena stood above and in front of him, her pants tugged part of the way down her thighs, one paw resting at the base of her soft shaft as she aimed it down towards his muzzle. Lukas waited with both paws lightly gripping her firm thighs, thumb stroking back and forth, his eyes fixed on the current matter at hand. Ruari slowly, gently rolled her foreskin back and forth, back and forth, the slight stick and pull of humid skin tugging along sensitive flesh underneath; Lukas's nose twitched with each motion, her warm, familiar, heady scent wafting over him and just drawing him in closer.

After a moment she rolled her head on her shoulders and let her shaft flop down, foreskin resuming its natural position across her head. "I don't think I have to, actually," she rumbled. "Sorry about that."

"Sorry about what?" Lukas looked up along her smooth belly and then past her breasts, themselves still hidden beneath her shirt - the two had just come back from a walk around the neighborhood, with the hyena's scent sharpened underneath the summer sunlight. "Swinging your dick in my face?Oh, no, poor me, how could it ever have come to this, I-"

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"No, dummy," she scoffed, and rested a paw on his head. Lukas expected her to tug him in against her. "For not being able to piss on you. I know that's what you wanted."

After a moment when she didn't, though, the otter licked his lips and then did so himself. One paw came up, finger and thumb wrapped around her supple foreskin, and then he drew her the rest of the way forward across her head - and pursed his lips to plant a kiss to the gathered skin there, soft and thick and warm. Immediately the hyena shivered with the sensation, then did so again as Lukas slid his tongue out and into the space between skin and head, still keeping it drawn forward in his grip.

Ruari's legs twitched beneath her. Lukas closed his eyes and turned his head to the side, then, letting his paw drift down towards her base while his lips took the spot his fingers had just occupied. Slowly, carefully he dove down along her, relishing the way that that thick covering of supple skin slid back between his lips and against the roof of his mouth, then pulled forward again when he drew back. Again and again he went, each time having to go a little bit further, jaw opening as she stiffened in his mouth; forefinger and thumb gave way to two fingers, to three, to four, still with his lips wrapped around her.

She shivered and sighed, leaning into the sensation. Lukas tilted his head back and took her into the back of his throat, her length filling his muzzle, twitching, throbbing - and held there for a moment, mind running with the fantasy of her opening up then and there, hot spray emptying out into his throat and down into his belly, forcing him to swallow again and again to keep up... but even as he felt her first tense up and then relax in attempting to do just this, still nothing came.

Not that that was a problem, of course. He smirked around her, swallowed down the gathering slickness of her musk and taste, and then slid her back out of his mouth and throat, only to squeeze a paw around her and once more bunch her foreskin up across her head. Thick, elastic skin wrinkled over itself there, completely hiding the flesh underneath - but when the otter worked his tongue forward beneath those wrinkles, when he swirled and dug around, he could still very easily feel her twitching beneath his attention.

"Ah..." the hyena breathed, and gave a little buck forward. Lukas swallowed again and slid right back down, paw following his muzzle as he went, focusing on rolling her skin back and forth with tongue cupped in place underneath - since he loved the sensation of it sliding over there, of being able to swirl around and pull up from underneath.

Before long, though, he drew back again, dragged his tongue from tip to base and then back up again, and then held himself there, lips parted and tongue out while he steadily pawed at her. The otter couldn't keep his eyes in one place, flashing from her tense muzzle above him, to her still-covered breasts, to her striped belly, and then down further, watching the way that she moved beneath his paw. A thick, clear drip oozed out and down along her underside, so he came forward, pressed his lips against her again, and slurped it up, loving the way that it stretched along his tongue and clung to the back of his throat even when he swallowed through it. Ruari reached out, steadied herself against the opened door of the shower, and shuddered; she wrenched her eyes shut, gritted her teeth, bucked once, then a second time...

...and then nearly doubled over Lukas when her finish hit her, a few quick, sticky sprays dumping out across his lips and waiting tongue, one after another. The otter perked up and swallowed, then did so again, then carefully closed his mouth around her to catch the last drops as they oozed out, slimy and dense, more like a thick pre than anything; the hormones tended to do that. Himself satisfied, his own hard shaft twitching and bouncing between his legs in his eagerness, he finally drew back once more and smiled up at the hyena.

She seemed dazed for a moment, then blinked and looked down towards him again. "What was I saying?"

Lukas grinned and wiped at his mouth. "Oh, don't you mind me. Keep doing what you were doing." He reached up once more, drew her foreskin forward to cover her head, and suckled gently at the wrinkled overhang there - which made her gasp and buck backwards. "I would like to take my shower, though."

"I told you, I'm trying!" Ruari shook herself off, gave herself a squeeze, and then wiped her thumb off atop Lukas's nose. "Guess we'll just have to try again next time."

He ran his paws down his body and between his legs. "Guess we will."