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Video Games With Friends

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By: Mune Cineroph

James approached the sofa, one sneaky step at a time. On it, two foxes were hard at play, video game controller tight in hand. The buttons clicked violently. Ears back, eyes narrowed, tongues poked out in a fierce glare of concentration. They both shifted about as if their body's movements could affect the results of what happened more than what they could do with the controllers in their paws. The blue wolf rolled his eyes at the sight of them. Tails lashing. Growls in their throats. Aronai and Mune fought it out with an intensity befitting the great epics written in over-the-top sagas turned into legends and myths.

To an outsider. They were playing a silly vore fighting game like any other arcade fighting game. The only difference was the two foxes vying for victory. It was made all the more amusing because, by most standards, they both sucked.

James watched the two characters on the screen swinging and kicking in the air, not even making contact with one another. It was awful enough that he wondered if they were competing for the worst spot or something else altogether. The cross fox guffawed, finally landing a hit on Mune's character as if it were some great victory. Mune grumbled and did their best to fight back, mashing the buttons at random. Two pairs of ears swivelled around at the sound of the blue wolf's snort. So much for being sneaky; James hopped over the back of the couch and inserted himself between the two slight frames, jostling them. "You two are terrible at this game."

"Shut up, I'm winning!" Aronai shot back, repeatedly slamming his thumb on the "A" button.

"My fluffy ass, you're winning! I'm about to have a comeback in a serious way!" Mune argued, practically hunched over his controller.

"Time will run out before either of you land more than a couple of hits," James mumbled.

"We turned the timer off," Mune muttered, growling as they tried mashing the "B" button instead.

The blue wolf glanced at the screen again and frowned to see the timer was turned off. He groaned. The last time they turned off the timer, they had fought the same round for over an hour until they both dropped their controllers in frustration. The rest of the night was spent in a pouty huff as they both proceeded to be brats through two consecutive movies. James rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you two?"

"We will determine the best fox this night!" Aronai boisterously announced. "I already have a head start!"

"You only won those racing games because I had too much coffee, so I could not stop twitching!" Mune complained.

"Two games and your pants and hoody! 'Sune!" Aronai snarked. Mune's hoody and pants are in a pile beside him. "Next, I am totally claiming your underwear."

"It's the t-shirt, then underwear," Mune noted, managing a hit on Aronai's character. "Take that, bitch!"

James rubbed at his muzzle; how did every video game night turn into some weird escapade with these two? He groaned and brushed a hand over his ears. They sprung up to Mune, cheering again. He watched them get off some combos and do some actual damage to each other until Mune managed to win the first round.

Aronai grumbled, stripping off his sweater and tossing it at the other fox. Of course, it was not over. They fired up the next round. Mune lost their t-shirt in that round, playing the third one in their boxer briefs.

"You two are ridiculous," James commented.

Aronai lost the third and fourth rounds and sat only in his underwear. The two foxes glared at one another. They were tied in where they stood clothing-wise. Neither one was willing to give any ground.

"Let the best fox win," Aronai growled.

"You mean me, of course." Mune shot back.

"I quite obviously meant me, you bitch," Aronai snarked.

"The only thing you are best at is being shoved up my musky ass," Mune sasses, grinning. "Which is exactly where you are going after I win."

"Oh lord... just fuck already, you two. You are both such bitches, damn." James threw his hands up.

"We're getting there!" Aronai huffed. "But, I'll be the one doing the fucking."

This time, James snorted, trying not to burst out laughing. Mune grinned and arched a brow, mirth dancing in ruby eyes.

The cross fox frowned, "Oi! I can top!"

"What? Your body pillow?" Mune commented.

"Says the one who has been shoved up my ass and or cunt... let us see... what was it... a dozen? Two dozen? More times than I can apparently track?" Aronai huffed.

"Not the same as topping!" Mune pouted. "That does not count!"

"Okay, prey slut." Aronai eyed the other fox. "Fine. The winner gets to do whatever they want with the loser for the night!"

"Oh, we all know how that ends, may as well climb up my ass now, there, Aro." Mune snickered.

James sat between them both, shifting awkwardly. The bulge growing in his shorts was undeniable. It was all the talk of one fox in the other fox. Asexual, he did not get worked up easily. It was why he loved Mune. The kitsune understood intrinsically that the wolf just worked differently. He smiled at his fox, Mune already focussing back on the round at hand, looking intense again with their arctic fox ears pinned back and eyes narrowed. Not even their tails moved. "Why does it have to be a competition?" He ventured awkwardly.

Both foxes' heads popped up and fixed him with a glare. He waved his hands in the air, laughing nervously, "Okay, okay, pretend I didn't ask. Haha!"

Their heads snapped back around to the screen, and button mashing ensued. With every passing moment, things intensified, and James began to worry they would break the controllers. Within minutes, they were both on their feet. The battle was on. James sighed and watched the ridiculousness of the kitsune and the cross fox in mild amusement, warring for some kind of superiority.

"You're both dorks."

Then Aronai lost, and Mune boisterously cheered. "Your underwear is mine now! As are you, snack boy!"

"You are such an ass!" Aronai complained, "You totally cheated!"

"How did I cheat?!"

"Some kind of kitsune magic, I don't know!" Aronai flailed.

"You know full well it does not work like that! Now gib. Underwear. Now." Mune smirked.

"James!" Aronai turned on the still-seated blue wolf.

"Oi. You suggested the contest, so I'm gonna have to side with my 'sune." The wolf shrugged.

"You both suck." Aronai huffed and wiggled his underwear down his thighs. Finally straightening up, he stood nude in front of his two friends. That cute butt and sweaty mound exposed to the air. "There, happy?"

Mune grinned toothily, "I'll be happier once you are tucked away in my butt."

The kitsune's shaft was half exposed from his sheath, pressing out the fabric of his boxer briefs. Precum leaked through the thin, stretchy material, drooling into an ever-growing, musky stain indicative of his desire. From the corner of Mune's eye, he could see his wolf lounging back against the sofa, relaxed but for the growing erection poking against the inside of his shorts. The kitsune licked their lips, eyes alight with excitement at what they could do with the cute cross fox. The things they have done with the cross fox. With a snap of their fingers, magic sparked, and Aronai yelped.

He felt the magic crackling along his fur. The air was charged with it, making it difficult to miss. Of course, the air was always a little charged with Mune around. Aro was accustomed to it, being around kitsune regularly enough; it was a sensation they often felt. It crawled through his fur and tickled his flesh, and he knew he was the target of the magic being worked. "Hey. What are you doing?"

"Casting a spell, of course." Mune shrugged.

"Well, stop... gah!"

A feeling of extreme vertigo immediately struck Aronai. His limbs felt unruly. His vision swam. The world seemed to grow around him, or was it that he was somehow getting smaller? Perhaps not somehow; he knew very well why he would seem to be getting smaller. The cross fox tensed, eyes widening, a shiver running up his spine. The magic had him plummeting in size, inches at a time. Aronai watched Mune seemingly become taller, before long, towering over his form. His height was leeched away, siphoned off into the aether until he was no more than eight inches in height. Aronai looked at himself and the room around him, "Well, shit."

"Maybe," Mune said with a shrug.

He sensed the kitsune bending down over him before he felt the world tilt as he was plucked up, making the cross fox flail. It was like a fast-moving roller coaster ride. His senses, still adjusting, made it difficult to react when Mune drew the waistband of his underwear open and dropped him into that warm and musky interior. The heat and humidity engulfed him. The scent of sweat and musk and the kitsune's pre assaulted his senses. Any light vanished when the waistband snapped back into place, leaving him utterly enveloped. Aronai groaned, shifting about, feeling the tight, yet stretchy, fabric at his back, keeping him firmly pinned against Mune's plump sac. "Mmph... how much does he spend on underwear? These feel nice..." the cross fox muttered and huffed.

"Too much, if you ask me," James commented with a chuckle.

Aronai grunted, feeling a hand press on him from behind and knowing intrinsically that it was the blue wolf, pressing him tighter to his mate's crotch, grinding him into those sweaty orbs. The damned wolf was getting worked up watching; apparently, Aro huffed. He could not help his body's growing arousal, nose filled with so much musk, pheromones messing with his senses. His mound grew wet with sweat and the beginnings of need and lust. He squirmed against those shifting orbs, feeling the soft fur rub against him, matted with sweat. His vision swam, feeling the effects of the heat, the pheromones, the scent. Gods, the smells, Aronai hazily thought.

Mune moved over to sit back on the couch, picking up a controller. "So, want to play something while he gets reacquainted with my junk?"

"Better believe it, cutie 'sune," James replied, grabbing a controller and sitting his ass back down. "No fighting games, though, you know how you get when I kick your ass every round."

"Hey! Not every round!"

"Every round, Mune."

They put on a cooperative so they could play together. Mune shifted their weight every so often against the trapped cross fox in their boxer briefs. Sweat. Precum. Musk. All soaking into the poor cross fox' fur, matting him, swamping him in kitsune scent. At one point, Mune shifted just right to get the poor cross fox tucked up under those nuts and grinding partially against their taint, working that sweat in deep. No matter how he squirmed, Aronai could not manage to dislodge himself. Every shifted, dragging him further down, jammed up against smellier, sweatier parts.

"D... damn it, Mune! Don't you ever wash down here?" Aronai's whining was mainly muffled by that thick and matted fur. "Mmph!"

Then the kitsune farted. Aronai groaned and coughed. It was not much, but trapped as he was, pinned against that sweaty taint, he was awash in the expulsion of fetid gas. His eyes watered, and his nose wrinkled. Admittedly, he had smelt worse, but he usually was not pinned near the point of expulsion. He opened his mouth to complain, a complaint that never escaped his lips because the kitsune shifted his position again and ground him hard against that matted fur, and it became a challenge to inhale for a moment or two.

"Ugh, Mune, did you just fart?" James rolled his eyes.

"Hey! You are the one that insisted on the Taco Smell for dinner! You know my tummy has trouble with that non-food." Mune grumbled.

"Wait... is Aronai...?"

The kitsune grinned, "Not quite..." he shifted his weight, "Now he is."

James chuckled and shook his head.

They played like that well past midnight. Aronai's situation did not improve for a moment. His brain was muddled by the other fox's scent, made worse by the occasional passing of gas. Pinned as he was, there was no escape from the punishment Mune had given him. He could only think of how he would get revenge on the diminutive brat of a kitsune. See how he likes being farted on and ground into my crotch. He groaned, face pinned tight to that musky, sweaty, stretchy asshole. The heat of it pressed tightly against his muzzle. It was perhaps dumb luck that he did not end up jammed into it by now with how Mune constantly shifted about. Does he EVER_ sit still?!_ Aronai thought in annoyance.

The couch shifted, and Aronai felt it and heard Mune moan. He wondered momentarily what was going on when fingers snagged his small form. The feeling of being dragged out against that matted fur and back out into the open air made him gasp, the room chilly compared to the underwear prison he had spent the last few hours in. It also smelled a lot better.

James held the kiss, muzzles locked warmly together, tongues exploring, caressing, warm and sensual. He had the dangling Aronai in his right hand, looking worse for wear. The kitsune moaned, the wolf tracing along his tongue, swapping saliva, loving how it made his mate squirm and shiver in delight. He pressed the heel of his palm into Mune's sheath, fingers curling under those plump, fabric-trapped orbs. By the way, the kitsune whined out; he knew they were delighting in the pressure.

"Open," James ordered softly.

Mune never hesitated. They had no reason to question their wolf. Open wide, their tongue rolled out. The kitsune felt James shift; then, something eight inches tall was placed on his tongue.

"Now close," the wolf again commanded gently.

Mune did as told, much to Aronai's chagrin. A different kind of humid dampness surrounded him then. The tongue under his rump pressed him upwards, pinning him to the roof of the mouth he was trapped in. The appendage ground against him, drawing a hard gasp from him. He could feel the press of flesh against his back, his backside, purposely tasting his form, lapping the sweat and musk of the last few hours away. He heard the loud and thick swallow of the cavernous throat beyond; luckily, he was pinned so he was not drawn back like the copious amounts of drool and saliva around him.

Satisfied that Mune's ass sweat was cleaned away as much as it would be, James leaned back in. Mune, blushing softly, got the hint and tilted his head for the kiss. Muzzle pressed to muzzle. A soft gust of cool air greeted the trapped cross fox for but a moment before a second pair of thin canine lips and thick lupine tongue blocked the flow. James exhaled softly, his tongue exploring, feeling the now squirming form of the other fox trapped in his lover's maw. He applied gentle suction, aided by his tongue, to draw the writhing Aronai into his maw.

Mune was practically seeing stars. Their shaft grew thick in their underwear, throbbing, warm, tenting the fabric and staining it rapidly with precum. Their loins raged with arousal, burning up with desire. It was nothing new for them; they were a lustful creature. They delighted in every affectionate touch and sexual caress. That it was James pressed against them made it much more intense and wonderful and threatened to consume any coherent thought. They sucked Aronai back into their maw, drawing the wolf's sweet saliva. They teased Aronai's body, tongue dragging against his mound, pressing some against those folds, tasting the other fox' arousal on their taste buds. The shrunken fox was rolled around, pulled towards the black abyss beyond those teeth, only for Mune to push him back towards that other tongue and into James' maw again.

Back and forth, the little cross fox was passed. Aronai could only groan and squirm. Two tongues wrestling over him. Drawn back and forth between two muzzles, two mouths, tasted, drenched, battered by that soft flesh. Every press against his pussy made him whine; every tease to his tailhole made him gasp. The vulpine tongue especially seemed to take delight in driving up under his tail and grinding there, drawing whimpering whines from the trapped form of the other fox. There was a roughness in how deeply they kissed and passed him back and forth none-too-gently, and Aronai could tell they were both rapidly losing control. James was not much of a kisser, but the wolf had gotten right into it, and Aronai could guess why.

James drew Aronai back into his maw again and broke the kiss. He grinned at his panting fox and visibly sloshed his friend about. Saliva and drool in abundance move around the trapped form. He motioned with a finger in a circle to his kitsune and watched Mune nearly bounce up and turn. He admired the soft curve of his mate's back and rump as the kitsune bent over the arm of the sofa. Tails arched. Sometimes, James wished he could be aroused by something pleasant as that sexy ass; it would be easier, he thought. What they were doing, what they were going to get up to, was what did it for him.

"James?" Mune asked softly, voice husky with lust.

"Mm?"

"You okay?"

"Enjoying the view, cutie 'sune," he answered tenderly, or as tenderly as he could, with Aronai squirming in his maw and trying not to drop him.

Mune huffed and blushed deeply. Their reaction said plenty enough how they delighted in the compliment. They felt their underwear drawn down their thighs, the cooler air of the room brushing that sweaty fur of that exposed curve of their rump. They felt the hands on either side of those plush cheeks squeezed, rubbed, then spread open, drawn apart to expose their pink tailhole. Then nothing happened for a moment, and Mune was debating if they should check if the wolf were okay, a debate that was quickly ended when they felt a warm and slick tongue brush against it.

Mune's spine immediately bowed, and James smirked some. He swiped over that sweaty ring again, teasing the pliable flesh. A couple of swipes later, when Mune was whimpering out softly, panting and drooling at the attention to his needy opening, the wolf pressed a kiss to that ring. He adjusted the trapped cross fox in his maw, using his tongue, then used the oral muscle to push Aronai out against the ring of flesh that was Mune's quivering hole.

Aronai recognized that tightness. The darkness made it difficult to confirm, but he had little double, pressed tightly to it by the tongue pushing against his ass. The pressure grew insistent, and he could feel the pucker slowly easing open, relaxing and accepting the insertion of his tiny body. The cross fox squirmed and whined, immediately assaulted by the musky air. A new sort of heat swallowed his head. With a slow ripple, he felt his shoulders pop in, quickly consuming his chest and then his stomach. You guys are jerks, he thought with a groan.

Mune moaned out, making James' ears perk. He grinned and slowly broke his kiss to smirk down at Aronai's legs, kicking about outside that tight ring. The blue wolf wiggled his track pants down his hips, dragging his underwear along with them. His throbbing red tool bobbed out into the open. The thick lupine length dripped and drooled with pre, musky with sweat and desire. He gave it a slow stroke, pads teasing over the heated flesh. He moved into position behind his kitsune, seeing Mune's sheepish glance over their shoulder. He offered a grin and sultry lick of his lips, only making the kitsune whine for it. Good, he thought with a broader grin,_ I want you hungry for it._

Aronai squirmed and groaned, legs kicking until he felt the heat of a slick pole pressing up between his thighs. He gasped, feeling thick pre drool out over his sex, leaking down over his tailhole and underside of his tail. Wait... you're not going to... the thought never had a chance to fully realize before James pushed in against him, pressing him into the kitsune's asshole. He felt the pressure against his mound, but James' intent was not to penetrate; it was to thrust him in as deep as he could, to sink him into all that heat and musk. And sink he did. Wet, anal slime clinging to him like the drool he was already drenched in. He felt James pull out slowly, knowing only his feet remained outside that passage and that that was about to change.

Mune's chest rested against the arm of the sofa, arms lazily hung down, their back arched and rump upturned. A look of bliss on their muzzle, tongue hanging out, eyes half-lidded. They felt James pull out and the subsequent thrust back in, sinking the rest of the cross fox into their bowels. James paused for what felt like an eternity to the horned-up kitsune, but Mune could not help the squeak of delight that slipped from their throat when the next thrust came. Their tails quivered, and their cock, turgid with their need, leaked incessantly. The feeling of the wolf behind them working into a steady rhythm made their heart race and their blood run hot, every breath hot against the arm of the sofa, vision fuzzy at the edges. The feeling of the squirming Aronai trapped in his squeezing, accommodating passage was distant from their mate's dick, rocking in and out of their needy ass.

James held the kitsune's hips firmly, using his grip to pull Mune back to meet his thrusts, to bury himself as deep as he could go. His knot became swollen with his desire, burning hot, and it took a lot of constraint not to thrust it in and tie with his mate. Tying would mean ending things far before their fun was over.

Aronai groaned in those hot confines. The thin air was dizzying, as much as the suffocating heat. The pummeling he took was not helping. Nor was the strong scent. Over and over again, the lupine shaft thrust up against his body, driving him deep again. Smeared with precum, sweat, drool, and anal slime, he was getting messier by the minute. From the speeding up of the thrusts behind him, he knew too that things were about to get messier still. He felt the change because those thrusts were slapping against his squirming body when those motions became erratic, and finally, the first grind forward signalled the coming blast that painted him and the walls around him in thick, sticky white. Aronai sputtered, cum filling his mouth, nose and ears. Seed coated him and slicked the walls around him. So much of it, reeking of the wolf, climbing up that tunnel, reminding him how little the blue wolf got himself off. Oh shit... he thought in a bit of a panic. Within moments, he was submerged in seed.

After what felt like five minutes, James finally pulled free from his kitsune. His dripping shaft slid free from his mate's well-marked tunnel, watching seed slowly drool out down Mune's taint to drip off his sac. He noticed Mune's dripping shaft, drooling down into a pool of spilt seed. "You shot your load?"

"D... damn right I did; there was a squirming fox against my prostate, not to mention your huge shaft," Mune huffed, blushing deeply.

Aronai's head poked out of the loosened kitsune tunnel, gasping for air. Fresh air filled his lungs, a relief after the dank innards of the fox he was still mostly trapped in. He did not have time to wiggle the rest of the way free before James pulled him free with an audible slurp of those muscles and that sticky seed around him. He found himself pinned to the wolf's shaft. Confused until he saw Mune turned and kneeling between the lupine's thighs, muzzle opened and coming closer. He squeaked as he was engulfed in that maw all over again.

Mune engulfed their mate's shaft and the cross fox along with it. Their tongue cradled the underside of the pulsing length, slowly sliding along it to taste every spent inch. The taste of his cum, his sweat, and even their own ass musk on that length all made them shiver in delight. The moan that escaped them sent pleasant vibrations along the length and into those loins. Mune sucked slow, deep, working the tip of the impressive endowment to the back of their throat to drunk down that seed, to clean it and the poor cross fox with every swipe of their tongue and swallow of that throat and knowing that every swallow threatened to pull Aronai and those fluids to prematurely end their night in the kitsune's belly to churn.

James stroked the kitsune's ears, scratching worn claws through the fur of his scalp, teasing those ear bases tenderly. He loved how he could make the fox shiver in delight from so soft a touch, so loving a caress. He kept stroking and exploring the cute arctic fox ears until Mune finally stopped bobbing and grinned at him with a mouth full of the cross fox. The wolf gave his length a slow stroke, stiff and precum drooling again. "Think you can go another round, cutie 'sune?"

Mune nodded and huffed softly. The feel of the seed still drooling from their ass made them blush.

"Okay, let's see your cute mound then, fluff," James said lovingly.

The kitsune did not hesitate. They sat back, not caring that their rump rested in the sticky mess on the sofa cushion. Spreading their legs, their throbbing shaft was already beginning to shrink. Every pulse and twitch made it smaller, centimetre by centimetre; it seemed to withdraw back into his sheath while his orbs tightened. Tightened, deflated, and tugged back into them as they panted heavily. Another few heartbeats later, Mune's maleness had sunk entirely away, and wet and quivering female folds replaced it. They did not stop there; their chest pressed outward, blooming into full breasts, heaving up and down with every heavy breath. Curves became more pronounced, narrowed waist and widened hips. Their voice softened and changed pitch.

"Drop him," came James' voice through the haze of the gender shift.

Mune opened their jaws and let Aronai drop into his waiting paw. The wolf brought the dazed and panting cross fox down to his mate's slit and pressed his feet and legs in. It drew a gasp and a whimpering moan from the lovely kitsune, making James smile up at him.

Aronai grumbled and squirmed, blushing as he felt his feminine lips grasp his ankles, calves, thighs, and hips. He could not believe he was sinking into the kitsune again! He felt every wet squelch and slurp around his body, felt the heat as it engulfed him and drew him inwards. With the help of the wolf, he was being sunk in quickly, waist vanishing, then chest, and finally, he felt James' index finger on his head as it pushed him agonizingly slow into those depths. "Mmph!" the cross fox tried to complain, but the musky and moist tunnel swallowed up any utterance he could have made he found himself occupying.

James lined up, drooling precum onto that warm, ready mound, then pressed in. He angled his hips and thrust in deep all at once, making the kitsune arch and moan, their head tossed back as pleasure sparked up the sensitive nerve endings. He leaned over his kitsune, licking at their throat, then lower to drag his tongue over a nipple, another paw coming up to rub and caress the other breast. The wolf began to thrust in earnest, working his length in and out of that tight opening, sloppy wet sounds of their sexes coming together filling the room--the wolf's ample orbs slapping against his mate's messy ass. James' hips worked back and forth, pistoning in and out with sweet abandon.

Mune's legs wrapped around the wolf's hips, every breath coming harshly. They saw everything as if through gauze, a haze of lust and musk and sweat falling over them, fogging their already sex-addled brain. The squirming of the fox deep in their wet tunnel was distant compared to the shaft that opened them so wide. The wolf's powerful thrust drove Aronai deeper and deeper, pressing the shrunken fox further along that passage to the kitsune's womb. "Mmph. Gods, wolfy, keep going. Nng. Almost... there..."

Aronai felt his feet pressed to a wall and knew he was being pushed against Mune's cervix immediately. He felt it giving in, battered open by the insistent thrusts of the wolf against his prone form. There was nothing he could do but go along for the ride, jammed into the womb walls clinging to him._ There will be words when I get out of this,_ Aronai grumbled, panting. That is when the tingling started, slowly overcoming his limbs. He blinked in the darkness, realization dawning. Oh, you brat! Come on! He squirmed and writhed, trying to wriggle back out, but James' thrust kept him firmly trapped in those depths. Vaginal fluids and precum ground into him, feeling that tingling intensifying. He panted dizzily, his mound warming, drooling, finding his sex burning up with a growing need. He knew Mune's m.o. They would drive his pleasure to such intensity before finally claiming him. He wondered how long he would be the kitsune's this time.

"Just... a little more..." Mune moaned, breasts heaving up and down, sweat dampening their fur.

James never let up, slamming in and out of his kitsune, railing them into the couch cushions almost brutally. There was no doubt that Mune would be bruised in the morning, but he knew the kitsune would love it.

Aronai groaned, shuddering; his fingers found his mound and plunged in, opening himself up as pleasure enveloped his mind. He whimpered in delight, panting, thighs wide to get his digits in as far as he could manage. Every thrust of his fingers made that heat build higher and higher, pleasure becoming his world--pleasure and the scent of sex that permeated everything. His brain became wholly swamped by it, lost to the heat and sensations. His orgasm built up, a fire that burned higher until it threatened to consume him. Of course, it was not his orgasm that would consume him; somewhere deep in his musk and sex-fogged brain, he knew that the kitsune would claim him the instant his orgasm washed over him. He whined, shuddered, and then, with a cry, added his fluids to the mess. Everything became bliss. His body was awash in it, even as he felt his limbs, torso, and head melt away into fem juice, lost to that sticky tunnel. Darkness swallowed his mind, and the pale glow of his soul seeped into the walls around him, absorbed into the sweet embrace of the kitsune's sex.

Mune cried out, their back arching. James thrust hard, knotting that needy cunt. The fox squirted their fem juices, soaking both their crotches with what had been their friend. Far muskier and stickier than Mune can have managed on their own. They were smelling of Aronai's musk as well as their own. Mune gasped, squirting again, as wave after wave of orgasm washed through them. The one thing they loved about being in their female body, or even cuntboi body, were the multiple orgasms. They never seemed to orgasm once. Tiny orgasms sent their mind reeling in bliss, even as they felt the extraordinary thrill of a soul being captured and absorbed. James grunted on top of them, body tensing, balls pulling up and shooting his load, flooding that tunnel with his thick wolf seed.

Mune huffed and panted, their orgasm slowly fading to a delightful afterglow. Aronai's soul leeched away, Mune's pink fold shifting colours, the flesh becoming blue in hue. Still, more of that soul was sifted into the flesh of their tailhole, putting the fox in two of his favourite places. So far as Mune was concerned, anyway. Mune grinned and clenched their leaking holes.

Pleasure erupted through him. What was left of him. He felt the clenching of those muscles and the satisfaction that shot through his new existence as kitsune asshole and cunt. Currently gaped and leaking, well used and even bruised. His mind was utterly lost to the pure pleasure that teased every nerve of those walls that made up his world. Coherent thoughts were lost to him; he was kitsune sex and hole.

James huffed icy mist softly against Mune's throat, "Sated?"

"Mm... sated," Mune answered softly.

"We should probably let Aro out."

"Oh, don't worry, I am keeping him safe."

"Keeping him... Mune! Did you absorb him again?!" James tugged at his knot.

Mune squeaked and gasped, pleasure exploding through their mind and Aro's. "H... hey. Careful, love. That's Aro you are pulling on."

"You are such a brat," James huffed and chuckled. "Where did you stash him this time?"

"Some of him in my folds, the rest in my tailhole."

"Of course... you perve," James snickered.

"I am not the one that got all worked up at the thought of feeding my friend to my mate," Mune giggled and teased with genuine affection.

"Says the one who consumed said friend."

"Meh," Mune stuck out his tongue, "Mine now."

James snickered and nuzzled at his mate's throat, huffing a cold breath through the fur. He inhaled his fox' scent, filling himself with it and taking comfort. He sighed, relaxing on them, knowing they would remain tied for a while. Within moments, they fell into a doze, wrapped in the beautiful afterglow of another fantastic videogame night.

"You better let him out sooner this time..." James muttered as he drifted off.

"A year was too long last time?" Mune asked as they, too, drifted off into pleasant dreams.

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