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--1

The back alley of the club was the preferred gathering spot for patrons who didn't drink hard or dance much. This was where the hookups always happened; couples and friends danced and drank but swingers and loners mingled outside. Chatting and petting was there for everyone and cigarettes passed from hand to paw to claw among the mixed patrons. The safety of numbers kept away thugs and vagrants.

Prisma rarely mingled in the club proper. She loved the swinging lifestyle and was superb at getting what she wanted from the alley. She was a panda bear of average female height and the common bear body which implied generous curves. Her plump breasts filled and supported a strapless halter ending at her navel while denim jeans clung to her thick hips, popped her ass and ended at her naked feet while a long, almost marten-like tail swayed behind her legs. Her black hair sported vibrant rainbow highlights and some its locks hung cutely in her eyes to be frequently and absently swept away. In both of her round ears were silver rings and seen in snatches of conversation was a barbell through her tongue.

Taller, quieter and never far-off was her equine boyfriend Sled. His toned, brown body had generous splashes of faded white like a sloppily-painted statue; only a moody marking encapsulating his left eye had sharp boundaries. On his head was a long mane of chocolate-shaded hair and his tail featured the same color but in longer, more handsomely wild locks. Appropriately dressed to match his girlfriend's casual flair, he wore jeans that were a bit baggy with a belt and a blue muscle tee.

Sled turned to Prisma and caught her green eyes in his brown gaze. She smiled warmly, kissed his nose and thus spurred him to smile back. Around them in the generous space of the alley, dozens of bodies chattered and laughed. The thud of the music penetrated the club wall but was more easily felt than heard. "We looking for anything in particular here?" he coolly asked Prisma, always the brains of the operation.

Prisma bumped her lips to Sled's and flitted her tongue across them. In response, Sled shivered and she pressed close to him. Immediately he felt her nipples bump against him, hard in the chill air. "I'm looking for something cute, a twink," said the panda.

Through Sled's reserve came coyness at times, this quality a symptom of being around Prisma for so long. "If you wanted someone cute to pin, we could've stayed home," he smiled.

Prisma smiled back, brushed her cheek against Sled's broad nose and petted down through his mane. More firmly she pressed her body against his and took the smallest pleasure as her nipples tweaked against his hard flesh. "Maybe I want a guy to grab me by the hair, too," she effused.

A wistful smile crossed Sled's face when he nuzzled into Prisma's hair. Speaking into it muffled his voice slightly. "Why would I wanna pull this?"

"You wouldn't!" Prisma laughed and squeezed his rear in both paws. He flexed his firm buttocks but didn't make a sound. "And that's why I'm here," she said, pulling away from him with a grin.

Sled glanced down the alley one way and then the other. Prisma followed his eyes and smirked at him. "Whatcha doing?"

"Trying to find some hapless schmuck to turn you loose on," Sled said with no detectable irony.

Prisma giggled impishly. "No strays, baby," she cooed with a pet on his snout, "'cause I want a guy who knows how to touch a girl."

--2

Anna shied away from the small crowd and pressed into Desmond's flank. She wasn't scared or cold, merely affectionate. Compared to many in the alley she had on conservative clothing. Besides ubiquitous blue jeans she wore an indigo sweater, oversized and cutely rumpled on her tiny hyena frame. Her size made her boyfriend look larger than he was while her muted and spotty brown colors provided contrast to his vibrant oranges and whites.

In a manner Anna had once considered creepy, the fox-mix snaked his arm around her middle and up under her sweater. She found his flesh warm as their fur crushed together and she pressed further into him with a warming smile. Anna turned her head to him, brushed his silky blonde hair from his face and looked into his eyes, surrounded by a raccoon mask. Both foxcoon and hyena had emerald eyes, the former shallow, the latter deep with cunning, a trait they shared.

Softly Desmond rubbed Anna's flank. Both rumbled quietly, Anna more deeply. "The only time you bring me out here is when you feel like watching another dude screw me," she said and grinned. Her teeth were spectacular.

"That's part of it," Desmond was quick to admit. With more difficulty he added, "A-a-and I hoped for some strange pussy tonight."

Anna rolled her eyes, scoffed and grinned. She loved Desmond's sleaze but refused to ever admit it easily. "You're swine sometimes."

"But only sometimes," Desmond crooned into her round ear, making it flit. She nuzzled against the warmth of his neck and he peered over her head. His eyes by chance fell on Prisma as she padded along close to the wall. To him, she looked like someone browsing for just the right item at a store. Familiarity guided his fingers to rub Anna's slim flank and her ticklish flat belly before coming to rest on her modest hip. Meanwhile he perused Prisma's generous figure. The panda looked up and caught him watching but he showed no shame and rather beckoned with forlorn eyes.

Sled came into view and Desmond wondered if he should avert his eyes but he didn't just yet. The panda and the stallion then shared words, whispers in ears peppered with frequent glances at the foxcoon and his oblivious girl. Prisma met Desmond's eyes again, tilted her head and palmed her hip.

Desmond winked at the panda bear and was certain that he saw her grin in response. He looked away and nosed into Anna's ear. "Anna, babe," he crooned. His voice was raspy down her ear canal. She shivered and stayed obligingly silent. "You like horses?"

"I like horses, yes," Anna chuckled into his throat. Sled and Prisma neared.

"And I like bears," Desmond whispered.

"Huh?" Anna mumbled and pulled back. She turned just as Prisma and Sled boxed them in and found herself staring into bottomless panda cleavage. "Oh, I can see why," she added. Neither Prisma or Sled would ever know what she meant.

"You come here often?" Desmond asked while he stroked up and down Anna's flank. He remembered seeing Prisma's hair a few times before, for it was distinct, but he had never gotten a better look at the girl herself.

Seeing the hyena's sweater and the foxcoon's dense fluff made Prisma's skin tingle under her lighter coat. She did nothing to hide the pert bumps of her nipples, if anything keeping them in the strange couple's view as she pressed against Sled's flank. Sled stayed quiet while Prisma did the talking, however his eyes roamed Anna in an unsuccessful attempt to pick out her figure. "We do once in a while," said Prisma, "when we feel like it."

Anna smiled coyly at Prisma and showed her teeth. It didn't take much of a smile for Anna to bear them. "Sometimes you just wanna try out a new model?" she offered.

"Basically," Prisma grinned back, pulling away from Sled who released her easily. Freed from her boyfriend, she sidled up to Desmond. For the moment she only dipped her toes in the water, brushing her paw against the small of his back. When Anna noticed but didn't react, Prisma leaned in more closely and let her breasts touch his shoulder. Under the white fluff of Desmond's cheek, she saw that he was blushing despite a cool smile. "I like your hair, cutie," she said lowly to him.

"Likewise," Desmond winked.

Prisma chuckled and kissed the tod's cheek. She was settling in more closely against the passive fox when Sled stepped over and twisted on his hoof to similarly sidle up to Anna. The stallion made up for the considerable difference in height by slouching over her a bit but his calm features kept him from seeming overbearing. Derivatively but no less sincerely he said, "I like your hair."

The hyena shifted toward Sled and Desmond unhanded her to focus on Prisma. "Thanks," she said with a tiny chuckle. "Nice marking."

The stallion knew she was referring to his eye and he wasn't self-conscious. It made for a conversation starter with a lot of girls. He glanced at the foxcoon, took in the abundance of raccoon livery on him and turned his kind eyes down on Anna again. "Something tells me you like guys with markings."

Anna's grin was tight and toothy as she pressed in close to Sled. He was only happy to squeeze her gently to his taut bulk. While he held the small, rumbling hyena close he glanced the short ways away to Prisma, whose attention was fixed on the foxcoon. "My girl really likes your boyfriend," he said with no malice or jealousy. "Can I ask your name?"

"It's Anna," she said. Still in perfect earshot of the panda and her own boyfriend, she added, "And he's Desmond."

"Desmond, huh?" Prisma piped up. "I'm Prisma. The horse meat here is Sled." She smiled and winked at Sled. The introduction made him chuckle shyly.

"About that meat," Anna growled as she braced her paws on his chest. Her forwardness startled Sled into a very tight, coy smile.

Despite a dry chuckle, Sled managed to meet Anna's domineering gaze. "You're pretty blunt, I can't say I mind it."

"Seems like Sled and I made some new friends," Prisma said close to Desmond's ear, quietly and just for him. In the same moment she pulled him close and seemed to be enjoying his similar height and size.

Akin to Sled's embrace on Anna but more lewd was Desmond's palming touch on the warm curvature of Prisma's ass. "Everybody likes hyenas," Desmond smiled, "and everybody likes foxcoons. We're all exotic here."

"Never had foxcoon before," Prisma said just before she kissed his nose. In appraisal hidden as affection, she slid her own paws slid up under his shirt and stroked the small of his back.

Desmond glanced to the side as if expecting commentary from Anna but she was contentedly snuggled against Sled. He turned back to Prisma and said with a glint in his eye, "Then we ought to fix that, huh?"

Prisma grinned in open mischief. "Sounds good to me. It's been a long time since I've been fucked by a twink." At Desmond's sudden pink blush and crocodile smile, Prisma smooched his cheek. In a soothing tone dissonant to her filth, she said, "What, you surprised I like the cock? That's the whole reason I'm here." She nodded at Sled to include him in her statement. "We love to play around."

Being a bear gave Prisma some strength over Desmond, and though she fantasized submitting to him, she didn't hold herself back when she squeezed him and lifted him off of his feet just an inch and for just a second. Opening up to the foxcoon had gotten her in the mood and she lewdly growled into his ear, "I'm gonna make you a very happy little foxcoon tonight if you'll let me."

"Oh my," Desmond squeaked. Prisma found it completely adorable.

"Sled, hon?" the bear said, turning her eyes on the horse. Sled looked up from nibbling Anna's jawline but their sensual snuggling was a far cry from Prisma's claim on Desmond. "You wanna grab a taxi for you and Anna? We won't be far behind."

"Sure thing, sweetie," Sled said coolly. Anna followed him trustingly and didn't give Desmond or Prisma a second glance before she mingled into the alley crowd and made for the street.

By the time Sled and Anna were well out of earshot, Prisma said, "She's got horse dick on her mind."

"You noticed, huh?"

"Hard not to," Prisma said as she turned back to Desmond. Her green eyes caught the glow of the alley's dull lights and glimmered. "And what about you, foxcoon? What's on_your_ mind?" But Desmond's smile faltered and he couldn't bring himself to make a sound. "Come o-o-on, don't be shy with me, we're gonna be familiar as hell before the night's over," Prisma urged. Hungrily she nibbled and then lapped at the cords in his neck.

"God," Desmond shuddered at the predatory attention. Prisma had him immobilized in her arms but he didn't seem to mind.

The panda growled lewdly. "Come on, sweetie. Your girlfriend's probably getting in a cab right now, about to get her tits rubbed by my man. Tell me how you wanna do me," she practically ordered. She watched Desmond's eyes glaze, at what she wasn't sure. When he looked at her again she caught a dirty, intense look that only a fox could manage convincingly.

"You're a sexy woman," he sighed with a squeeze on her rear. "I wanna eat your cunt until you squirt."

"Keep going," Prisma huffed at him between savory laps on his prone neck. By then the fur was matted down.

Desmond was hopelessly spurred and primally aroused by the panda's licks. He ground the tent of his boner against her hips and growled, "I'm gonna fuck this nice, thick butt of yours. Think you can take a knot?"

The panda grinned like a cheshire. "We'll find out. What else, cutie? Huh? Talk to me, we're both slutty adults here." Maybe to spur him, she bit his neck and then nipped his chin. Her front teeth clamped down on the fur and plucked a few strands and the slight pain made him gasp.

"I wanna do so much, baby. I love Anna to death but she doesn't have hips like you. She's got nice tits but they're not big enough to fuck," he admitted with some difficulty.

Prisma grinned and helpfully growled, "Mine are." She pulled back from him and looked him in the eye for a few tense before she spoke again. "Come on, let's find a taxi. One with tinted windows and a driver who doesn't give a shit," she grinned.

"I like you," Desmond said, grinning.

The panda bear yanked Desmond along by the paw. "You're gonna like me even more when your dick's between my tits. C'mon!"

--3

Anna suckled tirelessly on Sled's thick tongue while the horse calmly had his way beneath her sweater. His work-toughened fingertips teased around her pert nipples and flicked the studs running through them. For a teasing tingle of her own, Anna softly nipped Sled's tongue with her dangerous teeth.

Soon the hyena broke off the kiss but stayed close to Sled, sharing breath with him and shivering at his ongoing molestation. "Your girlfriend seems really nice," she whispered, punctuated with a lick upon the stallion's lips.

Sled licked back but tried to wedge his tongue between her lips. He did, but his only success was in dragging it across Anna's sharp teeth. "She great, yeah," he huffed. Then came a little, wet smooch and a firm squeeze on a breast which fit easily in the palm of his hand. "Hope your boyfriend knows what he's getting into, though... Prisma can be a little rowdy."

"So can I, baby," Anna grinned with easy hyena devilishness. The kiss she forced on Sled was one-sided and her grabby paws snaked down to squeeze and tweak the malleable bulge in the stallion's pants. With covert glances in the rear-view mirror, the swarthy cab driver watched them almost as much as he watched the street.

Desmond and Prisma were yet a ways behind, catching up in their own manner. It had taken a little luck and quite a bribe but they had landed a spacious SUV taxi with tinted windows and an eyes-forward, professionally discreet driver. They took full advantage of their ride. Under his denim fly and Prisma's own roughly groping paw, Desmond's cock throbbed and ached. No less teasing was Desmond when he wriggled his slim, padded fingers under the fabric of Prisma's overstuffed halter to tweak a stiff nipple; he did so with far more aggression than Sled would ever show.

Unlike their counterparts, Prisma and Desmond didn't kiss. Just the same, they pressed close, huffed hotly and peppered their backseat play with nasty little promises and encouragements Prisma had no problem bagging any boy she wanted but to hear Desmond's slutty mouth effuse just how dynamite she was made her grin and squeeze with everything she had on that hidden foxcock. Perhaps naturally for a bear, she had a soft spot for twink boys and she made it perfectly clear just how much she intended to sample everything he had to give.

"You really are a fun girl," Desmond grinned with flushed cheeks. He pressed the pad of his fingertip especially firmly into Prisma's nipple and the tweak made her croon.

"Now, when you say fun girl," she grunted, "you're really saying slut, aren't you?" A grin showed her teeth and her grip on his crotch tightened down so harshly that she could count his quickening pulse by the harsh throbs of his shaft through the denim.

When his pleasurable shudder passed, Desmond slipped his paw out from under Prisma's top and nipped at her neck in the same instant. "Basically," he sighed, "but I say that fondly, you know? I love sluts."

"Me too," Prisma grinned. Maybe to reward Desmond's sensibilities, she suddenly yanked her top up with her free paw. Desmond wasted no time and dived on her naked, plentiful tits where he attacked a stiff black nipple with nibbling teeth and his teasing, pink tongue. "Atta boy," the panda growled under her breath as if only to herself. Briefly she thought about whipping out the fox's cock for a backseat handjob. Instead she just kept molesting him and she warmly grasped the back of his head where she threaded her fingers through his hair.

--4

Sled and Anna had brisk paces when they stepped out of the cab, and the stallion paid the driver whose coy smile said he enjoyed the ride almost as much as they did. With an aching trouser snake, Sled walked the hyena up to the apartment.

Just past the threshold and near the sofa, Anna asked Sled, "This is where you and Prisma live?"

"Yeah," Sled answered coolly. "Nice place. Rent's a little steep but we can afford it."

"Cool," Anna said, and a second later she snatched him by the tail. Immediately he turned and the moment he did, she dropped to her knees and opened up his fly. His belt kept his pants snug around his hips.

"Oh, wow," Sled said through a toothy, stunned grin.

Anna fished out the plump, mottled and blunt length of Sled's cock and beheld it with a content little grin of her own complete with a haughty swish of her tail. "Dez is hung like a toothpick compared to you."

"Sorry to hear that," Sled said with a more impish smile.

A hungry growl boiled up in Anna's throat as she kissed wetly on the thick tip of Sled's cock. Her saliva dampened the flesh just as the stud's thick pre did the same to her lips. "Don't be sorry," she said with authority. "We fuck around to get stuff we can't get from each other. Desmond's a chubby chaser, if you couldn't tell," she told Sled with a matter of fact tone before promptly burying his cock in her maw. Despite her small size and short snout she expertly packed away that thick stallion penis, getting his blunt tip right against her throat but no further. That wasn't disappointing for Sled however, because her mouth alone was a fine treat and she hotly suckled and slobbered to give Sled all of the pleasure she could. Although much of that equine meat would never fit in her little mouth, her groping paws attended to it and the plump, furry ballsack dangling below.

Beyond a startled, small gasp, Sled grinned in total contentment and braced his heavy hands on the back of the hyena's skull. With his soft grip, he did nothing to manipulate the hyena. Instead he petted through her brunette hair and softly smoothed back her round ears all while she suckled and slobbered, letting the drool run freely down her chin.

--5

"Hey, here we are," Prisma said almost tiredly, as if reluctant to vacate the cab. She flicked Desmond's locks out of his eyes and smirked down at him as he fruitlessly but cutely suckled and kissed her nipple.

"Well, about time," he huffed when he finally sat up, blushing like neon. "I feel like my dick's gonna burst if I have to wear these fucking pants anymore." He paid the cabbie less out of gentlemanly courtesy and more to do with being out the door before Prisma whom had to take a moment to wrangle her generous boobs back into her top. The panda then quite hurriedly led her twink fuckthing up into the apartment. The sight of Anna hard at work on Sled greeted them.

"Glad to see you kids are having fun," Prisma said with a smirk directed in particular at Sled.

Desmond smiled thinly at Anna as she suckled and gulped with little regard for anything else. Just then the panda came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his slim body, immediately going for his fly which she successfully opened up in seconds flat. As Prisma worked, Desmond asked Anna with a fake whininess, "How come you never suck my cock like that?"

Anna pulled off of Sled's dripping endowment just to grin at her boyfriend. "'Cause you're not a horse." Her succinct answer delivered, she went right back to her hungry suckling as if she hadn't paused.

"Ouch, talk about snubbed," Prisma snarked just as she shoved down Desmond's jeans. She did the same to his briefs, having no patience for underwear. "But at least you got me," she cooed into an ear which she soon nipped and tugged with her teeth. That made the twink gasp. When she gripped his naked, knotted cock and began to stroke it he groaned. Right into his ear she growled, "Now what was that nasty stuff about you eating me out until I squirt? You gonna make good on that, foxy?"

Desmond awkwardly ground his cock into the panda's grabby paw. "Do I have a choice?"

"Based on my experience," Sled chimed in, "not at all."

"You heard the man," Prisma giggled with naughty flair.

The foxcoon watched Anna work for a moment longer while his cock throbbed in Prisma's paw. Finally and with a grin of his own he turned to face the panda. She squeezed him loosely and met his gaze with a coy smile. Desmond kissed her quite warmly on the lips but he knelt well before the bear could return it. That was when he attacked the fly of her jeans just like she had done to his. They were no obstacle to a nimble-fingered twink and he quickly yanked them down to bare the panda's wide hips. No panties stood in the twink's way and he didn't bother to comment on the fact. Like a man who hadn't eaten in a week, he buried his muzzle between the bear's thighs and slopped his long, pink tongue across her cunt.

Where Sled was the model of politeness as he petted through Anna's hair and let her freely pull back for breath, Prisma took it upon herself to be the polar opposite, especially with someone as pliable as Desmond. His own laps were wonderful but she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in more tightly all the while grinding her wet snatch against his long snout with a growl and a grin. "Yes, get the fuck in there," she lewdly grumbled.

Even pinned under Prisma's thumb, Desmond had a few tricks for the chubby panda. With his nose grinding forcibly into her clit, he wriggled his strong tongue past the lips of her cunt to tease the tender walls inside. At this the panda bit her lip and crooned but she wasn't apt to let up. His eager work seemed to have the opposite effect on her when she ground even more roughly against his muzzle and left his soft fur smeared with the sticky honey from her cunt.

Anna pulled back from Sled's cock and peered over at the fox and panda. On her face was a big, toothy grin and her short tail thumped and wagged. "Use him like you own him, it's impossible to hurt his feelings."

"I figured that out myself," Prisma said with a little grin of her own which grew even wider when she felt Desmond's soft paws grip her ass cheeks. But even as she smothered the fox and she came to anticipate the slutty antics of his tongue, Desmond startled her when he prodded a finger against her tight, prone tail hole. "Ahh, hey," Prisma said with a blush and a lash of her long tail. Her surprise then manifested as a tiny squeak when the twink pressed his finger in but she found his soft fur and warm pad to be a very pleasant set of sensations.

If Desmond was going to turn the tables on Prisma, Anna wanted to mix it up with Sled. She already knew what a thick slab of meat the stallion's tongue was and how well it filled her toothy little mouth; now she wanted what Prisma was getting. She was quick to stand and quicker to unzip, unbutton and shove down her jeans. Sled watched with keen interest and a dirty grin when the small hyena bounded up onto the back of the sofa and balanced herself on her backside. "You hungry, Sled?" she growled.

"I could eat," he conceded and stepped closer. Between his lips and Anna's cunt was a thin pair of lacy pink panties. He leaned down and sniffed her wet muff before he bit on the fabric with his flat teeth, pinching the delicate pussylips underneath in only the softest manner. He pulled her panties off and spat them onto the floor and he swiftly dived between the hyena's thigh's again. Where Desmond was smothered, Sled was free to do what he wanted and he immediately went about slathering Anna's tight snatch with his thick horse tongue. In lieu of finesse he relied only on size and strength, but these blunt measures were to be expected of a stallion. Very soon he had his tongue buried in the folds of Anna's pussy and the girl crooned and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"Rrh, yeah," she grumbled and hissed. "Eat me, stud, fucking eat me..."

Prisma knew exactly what the little hyena was feeling but dominating Desmond was thrilling enough to keep her from feeling jealous and left out. When the twink added a second finger to her rear and started to pump and rub with them, though, she wondered who was actually being dominated. Maybe the twink was by simple definition, with his breathing pleasurably throttled and his chin dripping with needy panda pussy juice, but it had been such a long time since anybody had so roughly and rudely taken control of Prisma's snug, chubby ass.

Deep in her loins, Prisma ached with pleasure from Desmond's slobbering tongue. She knew she'd last longer than just one squirt and the twink had made explicit mention of just that and so she let him keep up his work. At the same time she lightened up on his hair, by then a messy mop, and she allowed him to lap and slurp at a pace he found more comfortable. It didn't surprise her that he became more docile but also more skilled in what he did. In his freedom he kissed her clit and nibbled her pussylips, but just as often he parted those lips to sample the pink flesh beyond them. All throughout Desmond's work, Prisma felt her legs getting shaky. Despite having bitten her lower lip, she was unmistakably grinning and blushing.

Desmond longed to attend to his aching cock but Prisma's clenching pussy was the obvious task to attend to first. Her ursine musk played hell with his buried but not forgotten animal instincts and they compelled him to slobber harder and to gulp down even more of her sweet honey. In her rear he dug in deeply but also spread his slim digits to tease the panda and make her shudder. That she didn't seem to mind his attention to her pliable butt endeared her considerably to him.

When the panda's orgasm started, Desmond could easily tell. The involuntary signs were obvious like her clenching pussy and thickening pheromones. Even more blunt was how she tightened her grip on his hair again, yanking it without seeming to realize it while huffing and grinding all the more intently. And finally it all came to a head when she hugged Desmond's head to her snatch and came harshly, groaning and cooing accompanying her messy squirt in and around the twink's hungry mouth.

When the orgasm wore thin and Prisma let off of his head, Desmond sucked in all the air he could but he still nuzzled fondly into her belly. "What'd I tell you?" he grinned.

"Yeah, you kept you word," Prisma grinned back. "Now lemme lay down and I'll keep mine."

Prisma made it to her knees in front of the fox but she stole another kiss from him before she dropped any further. Very little affection spurred her; mostly she wanted to taste her cunt on the twink's tongue and she wasn't disappointed. Just after the quick but deep kiss, she pulled her halter up and off with a little help from the twink. But before things went a moment further, she turned her eyes on Anna and Sled Desmond deferentially looked too.

Just like Desmond, Sled's lips and chin were damp and his cock was swollen and drooling pre onto the carpet. Anna was just rolling and twisting to put her feet on the floor, and when she did she braced herself against the back of the couch with her short tail held high. Sled didn't ask questions or goof around. After he unclasped his belt and shucked his pants and boxers to the floor, he planted one hand on Anna's shoulder and the other on his dick. He guided his shaft to her wet pussy and hastily penetrated her folds with a groan. Anna's little body was reluctant to permit an equine cock and yet Sled had most of it inside of her rather quickly.

"God, you're tight," Sled huffed. He reached around Anna's body and cupped a tit, although she still hadn't taken off the pesky sweater.

"Of course I'm tight," Anna warmly sighed. "You're a horse and I'm like five feet tall."

"Don't let her fool you, Sled," Desmond sneered as he wrapped his arms around Prisma and palmed her thick behind all over again. "She's a total size queen, I'd probably lose her forever if I took her around a farm." Anna scowled, Prisma laughed and Sled stayed respectfully quiet despite a cheeky grin.

"You ought to be nicer to your girlfriend," Prisma scolded. "Want me to sit on his face, Anna?"

What mild anger had flared up in Anna had already vanished in pleasure. As Sled smoothly screwed her tight cunt she cooed and gripped the top of the sofa. "Mmm, nah," she said thoughtfully, "he just gets off on that kinda thing..."

"I figured as much," the panda chuckled and snared Desmond's impish gaze. After a peck on his cheek she eased back onto the floor but she made no effort to pull Desmond along with her. "Back to business now. Let's see if we can't figure out something you want, huh?" she winked as she cupped her heavy tits, pressing them together.

The foxcoon bared his teeth in a grin which Prisma found infectious. "I can think of something," he coyly admitted. A sudden squeak from Anna caught his brief attention but Prisma stared the fox down with single-minded and lewd intent.

"C'mon, then - what happened to all that nasty talk back at the club?" Prisma urged.

Desmond shrugged and scooted closer to the offering panda. Her first assumption that he was just going to titfuck her was proved only half-right when he twisted around over top of her and gingerly straddled her grinning face. She thought he was awfully cute and coy for someone with such a dirty tongue, so when he failed to give up the goods in a timely manner she grabbed his thighs and pulled him in closer.

Although Prisma knew and planned to deliver what the twink wanted, she had desires of her own. First she licked the back of his balls and matted down the soft, groomed fur, coaxing a little gasp from the fox. Grinning from the panda's laps, Desmond grappled with her thick tits. In such a position he easily settled his meat into her cleavage and he squeezed her supple tits close together.

When Desmond started to grind, Prisma directed her slutty tongue elsewhere. Her great oral fixation wasn't just limited to sucking cock and she proved it when she lapped across the snug pink pucker hiding between those foxcoon ass cheeks. She could tell from Desmond's shuddering growl just what kind of an anal whore the fox really was and she treated him to yet more laps, and in particular she ground her stud on his pucker. It was just a bit awkward with the twink grinding into her cleavage even so slowly but she enjoyed the challenge and didn't particularly mind that taut behind bumping her snout. Small, twinkish things like Desmond were an uncommon treat.

Sled watched Prisma and Desmond at work with a curious little smile. As he glanced back down at the hyena's snug pussy and how his thick stallion cock had gouged it open so much, he acknowledged just how kinky his own girl could be and how tame he was. But the fact that Anna was groaning, clenching and pushing back was all the thrill and reassurance he needed. He licked his lips and doubled over her just as he ground his shaft's lower inches into the hyena for a slow, rough reaming which made her cutely squeal. In rare dominance he threaded his fingers through her hair, softly gripped her skull and turned her head for a rough kiss. Sled was surprised to hear a whimper from the hyena; her short muzzle had proven itself able to take massive things yet his tongue seemed to overwhelm her every time. All the same she suckled and gulped not unlike how her pussy writhed and spasmed for that thick stallion cock.

When Sled broke the kiss off, he did so for his own breathing. He huffed and shuddered but kept his long snout close to Anna's with a fond, reciprocated nuzzle. "Anna, hey," he panted, "I'm not gonna hold out too much longer..."

"It's fine, it's just fine," Anna gasped, grinning toothily but not in humor. "Jizz in me, don't waste any of it."

The stallion wasn't planning on it, but he still didn't say a thing. Anna nipped his lips and pinched them sometimes painfully with her bone-crushing teeth. Such teasing twinges of pain were something he didn't get from Prisma, or really from any girl he could remember swinging with. Anna was a feisty little thing, far from feral but very raw all the same. Maybe to return some of the pain of the bites, he started to ram his equine meat in all the more roughly to nail and ream the hyena bitch. Being so comparatively small to a horse, her tight little box was reluctant to take Sled's cock so harshly but he wasn't giving her much choice, and she didn't voice any complaints.

"Rrr, goddamn," Anna growled as she nipped and snapped at Sled's jawline. He winced at a particularly sharp bite and would later be surprised to find that she hadn't drawn blood. "Ooh, your girlfriend can have my fag boyfriend, you've got what I really need," the hyena hissed through her grin.

Sled was blushing and smirking. Dirty talk always tripped him up. He wasn't about to start talking about Desmond but he let the hyena have her way. Just maybe under his calm respect he agreed that the hyena needed a dicking that a twink fox couldn't deliver, but he supposed his actions said more than his tongue could.

With a strong hand he palmed the hyena's chest and explored her supple tits through the sweater, something he was then thinking he should have gotten rid of before. A shudder wracked his body and his cock, already flared, shot a thick wad of pre into Anna's aching cooch. "Ah, damn," he hissed, a more appropriate reaction to a strong drink than an intense climax. His balls, already warm in their coarse fur drew up into the greater warmth of his loins and his teeth soon bared in the most obvious signs of his orgasm. His thrusting was rough and savage, his cock still not fully buried in the girl but close enough for his tastes. Into the whimpering, writhing and biting hyena shot a load so thick and hot that it flooded her incompatible little body. Just as much of his stallion slop rushed out of the very pussy it was filling up to dribble down the insides of Anna's thighs and Sled's balls.

"Ahh, that's it, that's fucking it," Anna tightly crooned in bliss. She hadn't joined Sled in climax but being reamed and flooded with stallion jizz had a euphoric effect on the slutty hyena.

"You're telling me," Sled softly chuckled. "Hoo, damn."

What lewdness Desmond and Prisma were partaking of had become only slightly less deviant in the last throes of Sled's rough fucking. Desmond had twisted around again atop the chubby panda at her insistence; munching his ass was fun, she argued, but old habits die hard. And so Desmond was only fucking Prisma's generous tits except for when the cock-hungry bear grabbed his hips to pull him up close, wedge his knot between her tits and suck on the front inches of his cock with everything she had. With a heavy oral fixation, Prisma did this to the twink often enough that he had rather cutely resigned himself to just passively straddling the panda.

With fingers threaded through Prisma's hair while she suckled and slobbered, Desmond remarked with a sigh, "Looks like your boyfriend busted his nut already." At this he earned Sled's coy gaze. Anna was too busy huffing and cooing to chime in. "Is he always a two-pump chump?" the twink grinned.

Prisma was loathe to stop blowing Desmond but she eased back and let him take over the work for a time. She rumbled in lewd contentment when his soft paws cupped her tits and squeezed them in again. By then her cleavage was filthy with slobber and pre but it was a dirtiness she was quite fond of. A good fuck, she thought, should never be without its share of sticky fur. "Not usually, no," she grinned. "Maybe it's just that your hyena's a great lay?"

"Yeah, that's not it," Desmond snickered, rejecting the notion out of hand just to tease the stallion.

"Shut it, Desmond," Anna finally said. She was much too tired to snark. "I bet I could get Sled to cram his dick down your throat. You'd be quiet then."

Both Desmond and Sled were blushing at the prospect for very different reasons. Desmond eased up on Prisma but his cock was frustratingly far from her lips. Idly rubbing his flanks instead and savoring his slim lines, the bear remarked, "I'd pay money to see that. Cute fox choking down stallion cock, what's not to love?"

Anna cackled in a hyena laugh and wriggled her hips back against Sled whose equine dick was lazily softening inside of her. "Would you do me that favor, Sled? Will you fuck my boyfriend in the face?" She completed her inappropriately sweet query with a bat of her eyelashes.

Sled laughed so awkwardly that nobody expected a positive answer. He bumped his nose to Anna's and said rather sheepishly, "Well, I can't say no when you ask so nicely..." The stallion's exit from Anna's well-loved pussy elicited a sweet coo from the hyena. "Was it good for you?" he tenderly asked with a soft pat on her behind.

"You were great," Anna grinned. Although she instinctively popped her ass out for the pat, she quickly twisted and grappled with Sled's half-erect cock. "Now, about getting you ready for Desmond," she said with a devilish snicker.

"I think I'm good to go again," Sled grinned while stiffening up again under Anna's possessive touch. A runner of his sticky seed dripped from the flared tip, only the dregs of his huge orgasm.

The hyena glanced over at Desmond still straddling Prisma, under her control. Watching the panda bear gulp and slobber Desmond's cock so easily riled up a smirk at the notion of Desmond choking down what Sled was packing. In spite of her wicked intent, she knew Desmond could handle it and turning Sled loose on someone else would leave the feisty hyena to her own devices. "Feels like you're about as hard as you're gonna get," she said as she whipped her gaze back around and up to Sled's. A toothy grin split her face but her voice was low and private. "Just between the two of us, he plays modest. He can suck horse dick all day long."

Sled blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Speaking from experience?"

Anna said nothing but her smile was suddenly a tight, coy crease of her lips. She unhanded the stud's cock and briefly stood up on the tips of her toes to smooch him on the cheek.

"You're sweet," Sled smiled with a rub under her chin. But before he could get dragged back into Anna's charms he sidestepped around the couch and made his way to Prisma and Desmond. The stallion didn't think too hard about the positioning; Desmond was already kneeling for Prisma and he saw no need to mess with what already worked. Carefully and with a wide stance, he stood over the prone bear and put his cock near the twink's huffing lips. Exhibiting the full brunt of his mild dominance, he gripped his cock around its middle ring and held the back of Desmond's head. "Open up," he said. "Anna says so." The hyena laughed.

Desmond grinned through his blush. Even Prisma had gone idle just to watch what was transpiring - although her view was limited to Sled's crotch and ass, something she didn't mind in the least.

"You don't have to do what the little bitch says, you know," Desmond suggested but none too strongly. He idly sniffed Sled's shaft and found his tail swishing at the mix of equine musk and the ambient smell of Anna's snatch.

Sled ground his cock clumsily against Desmond's snout but the sloppiness seemed to be part of the appeal. He smeared his pre and his spent seed all over the tod's muzzle in his own crude form of marking. "I know I don't have to," he said with a grin, "but I want to."

"Can't argue with that," Prisma chimed in. "Sled always does what I tell him."

"Gang up on the fox," Desmond huffed under his breath. As soon as he compliantly parted his jaws, Sled stuffed his cock inside, displacing the twink's tongue and forcing slobber to run down his chin.

Anna knelt behind Desmond with intent yet unknown and grinned almost evilly at the sight. "As if you don't like horse dong," she growled.

Sled found that Desmond's pert ears made for decent handlebars, a means to keep the fox where he wanted. The twink was gulping and suckling with everything he had, of course, putting Prisma's distracted efforts to shame. Barely half of the stallion's cock was packed away in Desmond's maw but the horse grinned and huffed through his nostrils just the same. "He's good, I'll give him that," Sled sighed.

It briefly seemed like Anna intended to coach or comfort Desmond for the way she knelt behind him. She paused her idle petting on his shoulders to pull her sweater up and off to Sled's brief distraction. "Every guy says that about him, yeah," she absently remarked, and just then her paw found Prisma's unoccupied cunt. A mere brush over the damp lips was enough to stagger the panda's already-staggered cocksucking. Anna plunged in two fingers before that tingling pleasure had even stopped and Prisma twitched and groaned around Desmond's cock.

Spurred into complete unrest by the pleasure, Prisma took her lips off of Desmond's knotted cock and grappled at Sled's ankles for something to squeeze. Prisma wasn't surprised that Anna knew all the best spots to rub and stretch with her strong little fingers. It made perfect sense that one girl would know how to touch another. "Ah, fuck," she sighed. Nothing more clever or profound came to mind.

If Desmond was bothered by his cock being abandoned in the panda's cleavage, he didn't show it. He seemed to be showing traditional fox values instead by gulping Sled's swollen, flared cock. Keeping his paws busy were the stallion's heavy balls which he subjected to his gentlest rubs and gropes as if to show reverence.

Seeing Desmond so hard at work put a dirty smirk on Anna's face. She shared her mood with Prisma when she knelt and bumped her lips to the panda's wet snatch. Prisma had already orgasmed which Anna could smell and she knew just from watching what Desmond had already done, but the hyena's drive was unchanged. She lapped over the bear's snug cunt twice and then planted a wet kiss on the clit. These quick pleasures alone made Prisma groan and curl her toes and the vicious cycle started over immediately. Pussy wasn't a frequent enough snack for Anna for her to have a technique but her slurps and suckles were mixed-up to the point that the bear stayed crooning and panting.

Prisma's thighs parted further, this offer more symbolic than functional, and she bucked her hips against Anna's snout. For a hyena's snack to thrash triggered her prey drive and she hit the floor, wrapping her arms around Prisma's legs while cramming her snout into that wet panda pussy for deep slurps and gentle pinches with big, carnivorous teeth. It was total bliss for Prisma and she shared it with Desmond by raking her blunt claws down his chest to make his slim body tremble.

Desmond and Anna both gulped, slobbered and drooled to rival each other. The foxcoon's paws sensuously groped Sled's thighs and palmed his thick balls; Anna reached up Prisma's body and around her prone boyfriend to squeeze the panda's tits and tweak her puffy nipples. In Anna's mouth it was unclear where her viscous drool began and Prisma's honey ended and the matter was just as confused between Desmond's splayed jaws.

Sled's gentle and courteous nature did have its limits and fucking a fox in the mouth tried them. Out of his dulling manners came greater possessiveness in which he squeezed the back of Desmond's skull and knotted the twink's silky hair around his fingers. With his other hand he clutched the foxcoon's lower jaw and he pulled downward all while grinding further inside. At the first show of resistance Sled would have stopped but Desmond groaned and swallowed, thus gulping Sled's bulky cock down into his throat. Feeling the velvet insides of Desmond's throat writhing and struggling against his meat put a toothy grin on Sled's face and glazed his eyes with pleasure. Sinking the rest of it in the sucking and swallowing fox's mouth came naturally and without compunction. "Now I'm glad you bullied me into this, Anna," he chuckled lowly.

Anna perked her ears at her name. She was drunk off of lust and Prisma's heady pheromones and the tastiness of that panda pussy only added to her sloppy thinking. She reached down, squeezed her own cunt and groaned right into Prisma's snatch. Suddenly she needed to take care of her own needs and she pulled her soaked snout out from between the bear's thighs just like that. Prisma's crotch was just as much of a disaster area, covered in its own honey and mixed saliva. The entirety of her muff, as well as her inner thighs glistened in the low light.

"Don't quit, you got me so close to squirting," Prisma crooned. "Anna, he-e-ey," she moaned.

But Anna was done snacking. She needed something more tactile and she guessed Prisma could do with the same. "Get out from under the guys, come over here with me," she said in a huffing command, her voice laced with desperation. She flopped back onto the floor with a thump, splayed her legs and squeezed her own quivering snatch with the kind of roughness reserved only for the nastiest, most savage sex imaginable.

The panda understood the urgency and felt some of it herself. Squirming out from under the rather occupied Desmond wasn't necessarily easy, but she managed it; Desmond's drooling cock left a smear of pre down from her cleavage to just beneath her navel as she dragged herself out from under the twink.

On all fours, briefly switching to just her legs, Prisma made a beeline for the hyena and practically lunged with a dirty, toothy grin on her face. She bit softly on the hyena's fingering paw to startle it off and buried her own short muzzle in the humid depths of Anna's cunt just like she, herself had been treated to twice that night. Less primally hungry and more outright skilled, the panda lapped and suckled on all of the very best spots, leaving that pink little hyena pussy quivering and dribbling in the wake of a nasty, studded tongue.

But Anna could get tongued anytime with Desmond around and she closed her thighs around Prisma's head. "Stop, ooh, stop," she gasped, but not very convincingly.

"What do you want then?" Prisma asked breathlessly.

A big grin and an equally big blush on her face, Anna said, "Fucking scissor me."

Prisma grinned back and blushed just as much. If the little hyena wanted to rub pussies, that was better than fine with Prisma. Being the stronger and bulkier of the two, she moved to sit, grabbed Anna's ankle and yanked the suddenly shrieking hyena in close while lying down on her flank. She could tell that the hyena didn't know the specifics - that was fine too. Prisma knew enough for both of them.

When their thighs notched together, Anna seemed to realize what to do, too. Energetically and eagerly she bumped her snatch to Prisma's and both girls crooned. Then it became a simple free-for-all, the panda and the hyena smacking and rubbing their aching snatches together. Their fluffy tails swished, fanning around a mix of musks so potent as to be just short of heat. Prisma held onto one of Anna's ankles and used it to strong-arm the kinky little bitch, yanking her in closer and harder as if she were a sex toy.

"Ah, this is just what I fucking wanted," Anna snarled with bared, frightful teeth. "You're a hot bitch, Prisma."

"I know," Prisma huffed with much less confidence than she hoped to. Her face was flushed, eyes glazed, breathing rough at the edges. "Fuck, I dunno who ate better pussy, you or your boyfriend..."

"Me, it was me," Anna hissed. "Desmond's choking on horse dick, he's too much of a fag to know how to eat good pussy."

Under other circumstances Desmond might have protested but Sled's cock demanded all of his attention. Just breathing around such a thick cock was an ordeal. Swallowing and sucking it while it pumped required even more coordination; fortunately he knew how to handle it. His molestation of the stallion had ceased in favor of just holding onto those strong legs for support but his muzzle and throat gave the horse enough pleasure that he didn't even notice the lack of fondling.

Very much unlike himself, Sled was grunting lewd little nothings as he not only used but savored Desmond's throat. "Take it, take that cock," he was grunting among other things. The long shock of his tail lashed back and forth in agitation and his second potent climax was bearing down on him. He huffed and almost ferally snorted as release came up on him and for the sake of instinct, he pulled Desmond's head in all the way to bury his equine meat. Then came one sloppy runner of jizz after another right into that tight little belly, enough sticky cum gushing into the twink's gullet to leave him feeling full. All through his harsh release he palmed the foxcoon's head and shuddered all throughout his hard body.

Prisma was aware of Sled's orgasmic snort but she was too busy grinding with Anna to remark on it. She just kept bumping and rubbing and yanking on the hyena's leg even though she was picking up her half of the slack admirably. "Fuck, fuck, my pussy's gonna be sore," Prisma weakly chuckled. A quavering moan undermined everything she had to say.

"Grrh, mine too," Anna panted. "I don't give a shit!"

"Goddamn, me either," Prisma huffed. "Ooh... Oh, god," she grimaced, grinding against Anna and pulling harshly on that slim little leg. When she squirted, her entire pussy seemed to quiver against Anna's. The moisture was incredible as it smeared against Anna's already-saturated crotch fur and so the mess only spread around to their thighs and behinds for an enormous mess. Putting on their panties without a quick shower first would be out of the question.

"Ah, yuh-you came?" Anna asked. She tried to taunt Prisma but her own climax was a scant few seconds off. Before Prisma could even remember how to talk, Anna modestly clamped a paw around her muzzle and came with a squeal. Her sticky ejaculate merely added to the hopeless mess that was their grinding muffs. Becoming almost painfully tender in her orgasm, she stopped grinding but Prisma kept up her half and then some, still yanking the hyena's leg. Anna didn't complain; she only whined and clawed the floor. When Prisma finally slumped and panted, Anna did the same.

Sled slopped his softening cock out of Desmond's worn-out mouth. Before his cock was too far from the twink's lips, Desmond kissed it. "Ahh," the horse sighed with a glance at the panda and hyena. "Looks like everybody had a good time," he grinned.

The foxcoon chuckled impishly and rubbed up and down Sled's thigh. "Not quite," he said, swishing his tail back and forth.

Sled peered past Desmond's coy eyes to the twink's knotted cock. A smile creased his lips. "I bet Prisma will help with that. She's the one who wanted to take you home, after all."

The panda bear glanced over at hearing her name and regarded Desmond with a lazy smile. After untangling her legs from Anna's, she moved up to her knees while the foxcoon scooted closer. "What can I do for you, babe?" she winked.

Desmond worked his jaw until it popped loudly enough for everyone to hear. A beat later and he said, cock in hand, "Get on your all-fours. I'm gonna fuck you in the ass."

"Vulgar and rude," Prisma said in deadpan. But after she compliantly turned, dropped heavily to her paws and knees and hiked her fluffy tail up to offer her plump ass, she said, "But I like that. Fuck my butt 'till I can't walk, babe."

The foxcoon didn't need to be told twice. In his soft paws he squeezed Prisma's ass cheeks and parted their warm, white bulk to expose her pink pucker. He could have spent hours slobbering it, a fact Anna might have mentioned if she had cared to. Instead Prisma's introduction to Desmond's anal fiendishness was a bump of his cool nose on that pucker and a wet, long slurp a second later. To this queer pleasure Prisma curled her toes and bit her lip.

But Desmond's rimjob was just a quick pleasure truncated by a need to fuck. Everybody had teased him so far - Prisma's thick ass was the relief he needed. He kept his paws on those warm cheeks and did nothing to steady or guide his cock as he slipped it into the bear's plush ass crack. He also didn't penetrate her just yet; instead he notched his meat between those cheeks and started to grind harshly.

"Ah, yeah," Prisma growled with a glance back at Desmond. Her eyes were lit up with naughtiness. "I was gonna ask if you'd wanna hotdog me..."

"Don't have to ask," Desmond winked. "A nice ass like this deserves it."

Prisma giggled devilishly. "I want your phone number before you guys go."

Desmond shuddered with an especially deep, rough grind which sent twinges of pleasure up his spine. That was enough for him. Cumming from fucking just those plump ass cheeks would have been cute and the mess would have been fun to deal with but he wanted something tighter and more intimate. In determination he gripped his cock at the knot and guided its pointed tip blindly to Prisma's tail hole. In one smooth push he entered the tight panda to a mutual groan.

"Ah, Christ," Desmond sighed as he slid smoothly into Prisma. Given that he was only a fox and a twink at that, his knotted length was modest in size and Prisma found him pleasant even in the allegedly wrong hole. He settled over top of the bear, bracing one paw on the carpet but wrapping the other arm around her. "I wasn't planning on leaving tonight, you know."

"Good," Sled chimed in, "I was gonna keep your girlfriend for the night anyway."

Prisma and Desmond both glanced at Sled. He was cuddling Anna close and they looked natural like so. Anna appeared ready to fall asleep in his arms. Desmond himself knew what a cuddly thing she was after a hard squirt.

"Go faster, baby," Prisma whispered to Desmond, "you aren't hurting me, I want it faster. C'mon..."

"Fuck, you're a fine girl," Desmond growled in a tone dripping with lewd reverence. And so he fucked the panda bear more roughly, bumping his knot into her stretched pucker with every grind.

To Prisma, that knot was a threat and her ultimate goal all in one. Knots weren't a regular treat for her and having one in her ass would be a new experience. "Ooh, fuck, fu-u-uck," she crooned needfully. Her body didn't want a third orgasm and she didn't feel up to another, but the weird pleasure of being assfucked and the thrill of giving so much pleasure to a man she'd known for less than an hour and a half was all a part of the swinger lifestyle. "You're a good fuck, such a _good_fuck," she panted as she curled her toes and closed her eyes.

Desmond's paw easily found a plump tit and started to fondle it. His knot bumped threateningly against that accommodating tail hole and his balls, modest though they were, slapped lewdly against the panda bear's spent pussy. "Ah, god," he shuddered. "Prisma, baby?"

"What's up, cutie?" Prisma whispered back.

"You think you can take the knot?" Desmond asked just as conspiratorially.

"One way to find out," Prisma grinned. "Just go for it, I wanna try."

Desmond grinned too. With his ears splayed down and his tail tucked low, he appeared streamlined and ready to really fuck Prisma - and that was what he did. Smooth lovemaking that had gradually loosened up gave over completely to harsh bucks and noisy thumps of Desmond's slender hips on Prisma's round, jiggling behind. His teeth were clenched and wet with spittle and through them he grunted nasty nothings for the panda bear to savor. He palmed her bouncing tits with one paw, switching haphazardly between them and even scratching them with dull claws but the pain only made Prisma's spine tingle and her asshole clench.

With Prisma clenching, Desmond's entry couldn't have been more ill-timed but the panda would certainly never forget it. Desmond bucked and ground only with the bottommost inches of his cock for what felt like ages as the bear's asshole resisted such a big stretch. Prisma felt hot tears welling up in her eyes from the discomfort but it was all underscored by pleasure of so many kinds. When Desmond's fat knot finally speared into Prisma, the bear shrieked and arched her back; Desmond was nearly silent by contrast as he shot his thick load into that aching rear.

The pain and pleasure was a wonderful blur for Prisma who couldn't have been happier at that moment. She fell forward and slumped against the carpet. Desmond had no choice but to join her, yet for the way he sprawled and panted, it seemed like a natural course of action for him.

"Ah... Fuck, that hurt," Prisma weakly chuckled. "Ooh, Sled," she whined, "my butt's sore, kiss it and make it feel better."

Anna chuckled quietly. Sled smiled at his girlfriend while he petted Anna's slim belly. "Nuh-uh. Desmond broke it, he can kiss it."

Prisma folded her arms under her chin. "Hah. What do you say to that, cutie?"

"I say sure," Desmond grinned with a little, useless tug at his knot.

Anna yawned. "If you let Desmond kiss your, it just leads to him fucking it again. Trust me, I know," she said grimly.

Everyone had a little laugh. Prisma reached back and grabbed Desmond's paw. With a squeeze on it she cooed, "I think I'm just fine with that."