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Peegus - June

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He looked out towards the sky through the window, blue-black velvet studded with so many stars that no matter how many times he had tried throughout his kittenhood, he had always lost count. Sometimes he wondered if the number ever changed at all, but over time the prince had come to the realization that tonight's infinity was just the same as yesterday's, and so would be tomorrow's. Constantly changing yet always the same. And, besides, it was no longer the stars in the sky which captivated his attention and heart; he looked away and down towards the palace in which he lived, the room in which he slept, the bed in which he lay, now with the other side weighed down by the only one in this world and any other that could possibly hope to

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-a little puff of breath, hungry and insistent yet sweet, lazy, indulgent, trickled out beneath the loose fabric of Mo's shirt. The serval couldn't help but shudder at the tickle and let her book drop to the side, eyes quickly keying in on the pair of blue glittering up at her in the dimness of the oil lamp turned down low. Not quite stars but certainly close; Kopa's whiskers flicked as he noticed her attention, those tickling as well, and she giggled and mushed a paw against his shoulder.

"Stop," she purred, delighting in the weight and warmth of his body atop her own. The hammock swayed gently with constant shifting motion, soft yet durable fabric squeezing cozily in around them nonetheless. "It was just getting to the good part."

"Mhmm." The male leopard tilted his head, pursed his lips in against the soft fur and flesh of one of her breasts, and held there for a moment, breath coming gently in through flared nostrils and then trickling out again. "So was I."

She slid her thumb in between the pages and let the volume flap shut there, the hand embroidery holding firm against the movement. That wasn't her domain over at the library, but she did hold in high esteem the scribes who did so, and had spent many hours thumbing over the threads and binding lost in thought and fantasy surrounding the worlds, the lives, that the books contained...

"Kopa - would you-"

"Keep on going? Well, of course. Took the words right out of my mouth." Gently the leopard ran his paw along her wrist, directing the half-finished novel away. Mo chuckled and let him, though turned her paw so that it rested facedown and kept her spot; then the other feline crawled more fully up on top of her, ran his paws from her shoulders down to her chest, and then squeezed in from the sides.

There was the sensation and pressure building together, swirling out through her... the serval squirmed underneath him and felt the tingle pulse through her body, driving her gently up against him, lacing one of her paws behind his waist to tease him closer. Affection and desire both stirred in his eyes, and in another moment he had closed the distance to touch his lips to her neck, then her shoulder, then her collar, and then down a little further.

Bit by bit Kopa worked his way down, breath coming in through his nose and then whispering out through lips parted just a fraction of an inch away from her fur. She felt the heat and humidity strengthening with each pulse, the leopard trailing a string of kisses ever downwards, his fur tickling at hers; then he pulled back, swallowed, licked his lips, leaned forward... and ever so gently brushed them against the point of her nipple, gentle enough to make her gasp, firmly enough that it pressed right past the realm of unpleasant tickle.

There he remained, tilting his head around and around, following the soft yet firm bump, now pressing in a little further, tracing the border of the areola around it. Back and forth he played at the rim where soft skin gave way to short fur, one paw working its way in towards the center; Mo covered her mouth with a paw, trying to hide the quickened pace of her breathing, and watched as he lost himself in her presence.

She couldn't help but smirk at that - just like in my book - but then there was the soft smack of his tongue shifting within his mouth, and then it flicked out, poked once, prodded, swirled around... and coherent thought dribbled away beneath that, toeing the line between pleasure, overstimulation, and an insistent tickle. As he pressed in more firmly the latter of these gave way to the first and Mo arched up against him again, paw sliding up from his waist towards his shoulder, then a little awkwardly around to the back of his head.

Not that she needed to guide him in from there. The leopard closed his lips in place, cupped his tongue underneath her nipple there, and pressed in as he started to suckle, jaw pulling down, cheeks flattening inwards with the pressure. She felt him swallow around her breast, let out another puff of breath, and then begin again, and again, and...

Then there was that feeling, like tiny little prickles starting deep within the softness, and spreading out with a growing warmth. The serval squirmed again, gasped, reflexively tightened Kopa's head against her - and then felt him jump as that sensation flowed out and suddenly his cheeks began to fill out instead of empty, slowly yet surely. His eyes flashed open, he glanced up at her, and then he nuzzled in a little more firmly, taking his draws a little slower, a little more firmly. Now his swallows carried actual weight and presence to them, and each one culminated with a flick of his tongue over her swollen, firm nipple, the skin a little too wet, a little too warm, for there to be only saliva there.

When Kopa drew back, lips pursed together, Mo saw that she was right. Of course she was - she felt it - but a thin trail of foggy white trickled down from the corner of the leopard's mouth, and when he parted his lips to lap it off she saw that his tongue was similarly coated in the stuff. He leaned in a little closer, paw coming up to caress the back of her head, and met her in a slightly slimy kiss.

"That's new," he purred, the high, warm, cloying flavor of her own milk saturating the contact. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

Thewonderingcanine - June

Smack tapped through the menus as they popped onto the screen, trying to keep track of where the inconsistencies cropped up. As far as he could tell his partner was right: this was some kind of virus, and the foxwolf was fairly certain he had tracked it down to its roots. A certain subfolder buried deep within system files when opened just routed right back to its parent folder containing the same batch of trash files and the folder itself, though the extended path appended the extra steps onto the directory as if he really were just going deeper and deeper...

He sighed and leaned back in the chair, the somewhat old mechanisms of the thing creaking beneath the shift in weight. Back and forth he swung himself, one leg crossed over the other, eyes closed while he thought about it, ears perked at the constant hum and grind of the hard disk within its tower at the foot of the desk.

There always was his last resort option, of course. It was something he didn't enjoy doing due to the relative danger of it, not only to the system but to himself as well, but something he could do, and more importantly had done before. So after another moment of thought preceding ten more of trying to wrangle the virus himself like an underwater eel rodeo, the foxwolf sighed again, pushed himself back from the desk, and padded down the hall towards the other room where he kept the device. On the way there he passed by Eve lounging back in her chair by the window, the hyena's short muzzle illuminated by the screen of her tablet.

Her eyes flashed up as Smack passed by. "Any luck?"

"Not yet," Smack offered back, already out of sight down the hall, "but this should do it. I'll let you know."

The thing was, it was important that Eve not know the exact specifics of this method. He dug around in the closet for the device, found it, blew a bit of the dust off the surface, then tucked it under his arm as he headed back to the office. Once there the foxwolf swung the door behind him and nudged it into the threshold, keeping the knob turned so that it wouldn't click once it settled into place... and then slowly removed it. And from there it was routine: head back over to the computer, crouch down to find the correct port on the back, plug the thing in, draw the cable out, set it onto the floor there beside the chair.

It took a minute to whirr up, the strange mechanisms and motors inside coughing to life. Bit by bit little lights flashed along the sides, seeming to pierce straight through the matte surface of the not-quite-metal in which the device was contained; Smack didn't really know what_it was made of, or even _how it worked, just that it did. Some chats with friends, a contact to a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend facilitated by a two-way translation protocol, a couple hundred dollars down with a few hundred more to be transferred on delivery, nearly four months of waiting, and then a small, unmarked package showing up in his mailbox... and then an entire night stretching out into what felt like weeks of unrestricted, untethered exploration and knowledge, all from this little thing that fit into the palm of his paw.

Glancing over his shoulder to make sure the door was still closed, Smack took in a breath, readied himself for the transfer, and then reached a footpaw forward. The air directly above where he had rested the device on the floor shimmered back and forth like the heat distortion above a paved road in summer, colors from objects behind splitting, dancing together, reforming a moment later, but also at the same time, but also slightly before they split in the first place. Frankly it hurt his eyes to look at, so as he reached a footpaw forward towards the object, he simply turned his head away.

When the sensation began it was subtle at first, and the foxwolf had to stifle the reflex to jump and kick at the faint tickle spiderwebbing up between each and every follicle of fur along his skin. There was warmth, and then a sharp chill, and then the same heat that came from slipping into a bath prepared with the finest of body oils.

That slow onset led to a quick progression, though, as that feeling suddenly lanced up from his footpaw to his hip, then blossomed out from there. Unable to resist, Smack looked down to see that leg start to seep _into_the box on which he had placed his paw, his form shifting and shivering like a haunted house illusion. Giddy nervousness pulsed through him, soon banished as the progress spread further. Before his eyes the physical world took on that same shimmery unreality, then blinked away to blackness - and when he opened his eyes again it was within a world of digital data, the box having transmuted him up inside the files of the computer itself.

Now was where the fun began.

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Surprised that the door was closed, Eve knocked gently, listened for a response, and then on hearing none nudged it open. The chair was back, the light on, the screen on, but Smack nowhere to be seen. Curious, the hyena stepped forward towards the computer, tilted her head, and settled down into the seat. Her partner had had it open to one folder in particular, an apparently recursive one looking at the path, but there seemed to be something...strange about it.

There was the folder itself, as referred to so many times in the path, with a few other trash files in the directory - and then one more unrecognized object blinking at the bottom, as though it didn't belong here. Before her eyes it jiggled itself up, then up a little further, and then back down again, as though it had a life of its own. That couldn't be right.

So Eve did what she thought to be the simplest option: she rested her paw over the keyboard, select all, brought her other up, _delete._Up popped the little spinning circle to show the system was thinking - and then the directory cleared.

For a second. Then the folder and trash files popped back into view, but the strange anomaly was gone. Good enough for her. She nodded, sat back, sighed, then stood from the chair, figuring it would be better to just wait until Smack returned from wherever it was he had went.

Thewonderingcanine - July

Smack took the deepest breath he could as soon as the opportunity presented itself, knowing that he would again have to hold it for an untold amount of time. His body ached, his muscles throbbed, his shoulders felt like they had been jammed up into his chest cavity some hundreds of times now.

At least I'm naked, he thought, and certainly not for the first time since this strange predicament had begun. His fur sucked in against his body from all sides, heavily damp with greasy sweat both his own as well as from his unknowing jailor. Such a turn of events his morning had taken, and the thing was, this wasn't even the first time it had happened. Nor the second, nor the third, nor the tenth...

Pressure shifted again and squished him in place, forcing his slight breath out from his flared nose and parted lips - then lightened immediately after, allowing him to draw the humid, stale air right back in like a drawn bellows. Small as he was, shorter than most of his friends' extended index fingers, the foxwolf often ended up misplaced, missing, or otherwise lost between the cracks, sometimes literally in a few different ways: this morning while trying to get his partner's attention, Eve had finished up in the shower and combed through their fur, never hearing the small male's voice over their music playing on the speaker, and then stepped into their pants and started to tug them up.

They hadn't felt the wriggling inside their underwear, nor the extra tightness when they zipped and buttoned the fly. Smack had felt a poke and a scratch a few times on the few hours he had been stuck here so far, but nothing more: each step the hyena took jostled him back and forth, halfway smearing him between rough fabric and softer fur and flesh, leaving him even stickier with sweat.

He ached both from the constant motion as well as his own futile attempts to escape, managing to clamber his way partially up towards the waistband, occasionally flashing open around the base of Eve's tail for just a fraction of a second, inviting, tantalizing... and then the hyena would reach back and resettle their pants on their hips, or would touch right next to the spot at which Smack grasped, or would just give a general jostle that inevitable resulted in him losing his grip and slipping back down into the humid, almost swampy seat.

Despite the heavy moisture in the air, still his throat burned from the shallow breaths he had been forced to take, the constant pressure squeezing his lungs in and out, then the combination of scent and musk and little fragments of cloth and thread as well fraying off from the inside of Eve's jeans and underwear. Exhausted, the tiny foxwolf turned onto his back just to get a moment of respite, one arm draping across his body; he swallowed, felt his mouth tingle with the strength of scent in the air, and opened his eyes, just now acclimating to the darkness after a brief flash of lights from past the waistband.

Straight above him, visible past short tangles of fur matted together with sweat and slime, winked the hyena's tailhole, sweet pinkish-tan wrinkles of skin glistening with the same coating of sweat that smeared across everything else down here in their pants. As they walked, legs pumping forward and back on either side of Smack, those wrinkles tugged and pulled and shifted, sometimes enough to make it seem to part gently open: the pale skin of the exterior ring flashed briefly open to show the much richer, wetter reddish-pink of the center right there, skin tacky enough that Smack's ears perked with the gentle suction of the malleable hole squishing against itself, stretching, then slipping past itself, never opening, more just twitching. When the hyena clenched he could see all of the buried muscles pulse out, swell slightly, and then suck inwards, once more folding those wrinkles over and across themselves, drawing the matted fur closer in towards the center. Beads of sweat alternately gripped, hung, and then spread out between those wrinkles, constantly gathering back into place and spreading - and smearing across Smack's lower body as gravity combined with the swaying motion dropped him further down into the seat of Eve's pants, for a while snug there between fabric, soft fur, and wrinkled skin.

Now he could feel the gentle grip of their tailhole as well, pucker pressing down against his body, sucking into place, pulling him briefly up, and only then letting him go, leaving his fur matted and ruffled where he had received that "kiss". The longer things went on, the more Smack wondered if Eve actually hadn't noticed his presence, or if it was more that they had and wanted to put their partner through as much as he could take.

Certainly at some point during the day the hyena would have to visit the bathroom, and would drop their pants to find a very breathless, ruffled, and sweat-dampened Smack gasping for space. As their legs jostled him back and forth yet again he brought his paws up to protect his muzzle, felt his fingers brush across those puckered wrinkles and poke up into the gritty, sticky center of Eve's tailhole, then peel free like bare skin on a pleather couch at the height of summer.

Then finally, finally, the movement ceased. Smack craned his head back to try to steal a few lungfuls of breath from the channel between Eve's rump and the base of their tail, tantalizingly cool air trickling down into his prison; he wet his lips, swallowed again, tried to squirm up towards the part between pants waistband and hip - and then to his surprise felt a paw lift up against him from underneath and outside the hyena's pants, press right in along his back, and thoroughly, deliberately wedge him into place there underneath their tail. Body squeezed between soft skin and fur, muzzle held at an awkward angle along the base of that tail, arms pinned against his body; Eve gave a small wiggle, tightened their rump, and then continued walking along, Smack hanging firmly in place there.

At least he could still breathe this time.

Lomidepuzlo - July

Huey shivered under sensation from both sides, first the warm water of the shower streaming down through the malamute's thick fur, and second from the rhythmic motion pressing up against his rear from behind, the hands gripping his soft waist, the steady smacking of hips to rump, balls to balls, another hard shaft buried inside of him. He kept his own paws braced against the smooth tile wall, eyes partially shut, mouth hanging open: if he bent over a little bit and pushed back against the other male that pressure and sensation grew further inside of him, nerves getting pressed in just the right ways, rhythm speeding along.

He swallowed again, faintly tasting a stray trickle of the fur shampoo that had rolled down from further up his head, and squeezed again. Behind him Lolo gasped, took a moment to adjust his stance, and then slid right back into pounding away at the malamute's rump, sinking all the way to the base inside of him, holding there, and then drawing back again, fast and hard. It had started as it usually did, with Huey slipping into the shower on his own and then turning a few moments later to see the familiar blue body step in as well. The dripping water embraced Lolo's smooth skin, streaking sweetly down his stout figure and leaving him damp all over, as opposed to how with Huey it just soaked where it landed and progressively weighed him down, like a towel dropped into a swimming pool.

Paws against the wall and rump pushed back, though, he could forget about that extra weight. Wandering fingers had first spread soap and shampoo through his fur, then explored other areas; he had parted his legs and leaned forward, eyes closed under the sensation of that deft hand touching and squeezing, feeling, groping, stroking. This rhythm had continued as Lolo dropped to his knees behind the canine, other hand coming up and in to spread his rump; then he had bent over in the first place there, rested himself against the wall on his arms, shivered and sighed under confident lips and tongue there at his tailhole, licking, kissing, suckling gently.

It had been a smooth, easy entry after Lolo stood back up and wrapped an arm around him, and even with minimal contact to himself - Huey kept both paws on the wall, and at this point Lolo gripped his waist with both of his own to pull the dog back each time he thrust forward - he still felt himself barreling steadily towards that irresistible peak. Each thrust deep inside squeezed at him just right, throwing more fuel across the fire that simmered within his loins.

It was in the rhythm itself, body swinging forward and back, forward and back; it was in the actual feeling of Lolo's hard length plunging into him, stretching past his tailhole, squishing through the slick walls, pressing against his prostate; it was in the weight of his own fully hard cock swinging in front of and underneath him, nerves tensing with each pulse and throb, shifting him closer and closer. Lolo still had a ways to go: this much was obvious in the pace that he had set at him, fingers wrapped on his hips and thumbs reaching back, squishing into the plump heft of Huey's rear to spread him around him, allowing an easy angle in.

The dog gasped and swallowed, suddenly turning his clenching to pushing, just to drag it out a little bit further. "Lolo, I'm..." He shivered, couldn't resist another throb, and this time felt everything start to snowball. "Wait - I'm-"

Those fingers rolled across him. The other male buried himself to the base, balls swinging up and forward, then leaned over the malamute. "Good," he said, and let out a little giggle - then tugged back so he could resume pounding fast and hard. "Do it. You deserve it."

It wasn't like Huey would have been able to stop, anyhow. That was just how it went: with his paws braced against the wall here, all of his muscles, all of his nerves clenched and tightened, fiery urgency growing. Shivers turned into trembles, his hard cock bounced in the humid air in front of him... and then suddenly it was smacking against his belly again and again, flinging off ropy spurts of white across the smooth tile in front of him. His entire body shook with the sweet sensation, pleasure vibrating back and forth through him as Lolo pounded his peak out of him, still going fast and hard.

And he didn't stop there. Still the pleasure went on, the flame roaring from a spark into a great bonfire and now curling back towards the low, simmering sear of steady coals. Heavy breaths pulsed out of his chest and parted lips, the malamute for a moment focusing on just that to steady himself; he rested his head forward against the wall, watching his still hard shaft swing and bounce and dribble through eyes fogged with delicious pleasure, his own heft still jiggling under Lolo's ongoing pace.

That pressure simmered and grew again... and in another moment Huey bit his lip, tilted his head back, and sighed as he felt himself slip towards a second peak there, this one slower and sweeter, gentler. The heat burbled inside of him, grew there, then started its way out, and-

Lolo nudged against his shoulder from behind. "Just couldn't hold it, huh?"

A little confused, the malamute opened his eyes, looked at him, then looked down again, and this time saw a clean, unbroken stream of pale yellow trickling out from the end of his shaft, the stream of fresh piss bouncing in the air and splashing across the wall at the end of each thrust. So sharp was his pleasure that at first he hadn't even noticed the relief, though now it suffused his system and wiped the edge away from everything else, this wonderful warmth sizzling free, occasionally splashing across his thighs or belly as Lolo continued to thrust up into him, his own breathing steadily heightening.

Not much longer now. Huey shivered again, pushed a little bit harder, and reached down to aim himself towards the wall, not even trying to stop himself.