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"You poor thing," the cherry-eyed vixen whispered to me as she clung to my shoulders. Her white-tipped ears sweetly bent downward."I know." I poked her on the nose, with a smile. She had such a cute smile."I can't believe they have you working all day, on a Saturday.""Yeah, but money is cool." "But didn't that Pixar movie just come out? It's going to be so busy for you." She pecked me on the cheek."I guess. It shouldn't be that bad." I checked the clock. [12:44]. I need to get her out before two, for sure. "I work a lot of two to nines. I'll get out of doing the closing chores.""Yeah, but you lose the whole day!" She slid one of her paws down just inside the waist of my pants. "Not enough time to have fun." I looked at the clock again. "Well, we got a couple minutes," I followed with an open kiss. I definitely don't mind having some fun before two. She scooted off my lap, still in the kiss, and brought her paw to the front of my pants, undoing the top button. She still had her other arm wrapped around my shoulder.I almost gasped when she grabbed my sheath. She always had cold paws, but it felt nice, strangely. She moved my sheath along with her paw, until I started to get hard enough to show."My big Wolfie," she gasped to me after breaking the kiss. Most of my length was in her paw, except for my knot. I shifted myself and slid my jeans down half my thy; it's more comfortable to - well - have it all hang out. I shivered a little bit as she moved increasingly faster. My arm looked for something to hold on to, and grabbed firmly under her tail. She wore such loose shorts."Frisky," she told me, jumping slightly when I grabbed her."And yo -" I grunted, "- you're not?" I smiled at her with my eyes closed, trying not to whimper, but my legs were starting to shake. I bent my muzzle down and bit softly - maybe a little tightly - onto her neck. It was something corporal to keep me from moaning, and her fur tasted sweet. She didn't mind, but she did give me one of her cackling giggles: the kind I liked to hear.Her paw had hung around my back, rubbing up and down.My knot had slipped out, and she gripped it tight, nearly squeezing it. My head almost hit the ceiling. She was stroking quicker now, my right leg still twitching, but she was holding down my other leg with her weight. My paw that was slowly rubbing the soft space behind her tail had stopped. I couldn't maintain the pace."Ir'm... arbout to -" I muffled out through her fur."I know," she breathed.I moaned rather loudly into her neck. Short streams of my seed toppled into her paw, sticking back onto the skin of my shaft as she stroked. She slowed down and finally stopped, still holding my length, as I let go of her neck.She

let go of me, only to bring her wet paw to poke me in the nose. I smiled, and licked at her paw, tasting myself, before I realized what I just did. I wasn't quite sure how she'd react to that."Pff, dirty boy." She licked her own paw herself. "Let's clean up," I said, relieved, giggling, and panting."You need to hurry, huh?" She asked me a few minutes later, after we both got out of the washroom."Nah, it's a short drive.""Okay, well, have a good day, then. I hope it's not too busy." She leaped and hugged me. I held her tight and squeezed. I loved the way she would embrace me, like she depended on me. She seemed like she couldn't live without me, and I felt so great for being there for her, to protect her. I can't think of any feeling I love more."Goodbye, Britney."After she was out the door, I pulled a slip of paper out of my pocket, to double check. "Saturday, 6:00 - 11:30 PM." I always wrote my work schedule down. I knew that I wasn't working a two to nine today. 

 "Come on in," I said a few minutes after two, letting a taller blue-grey Wolf, a few black feathers intertwined within his flowing fur, into my house. I could see a few parts of his muzzle that couldn't decide whether to be canine or avian. His arms melded slightly into his back with a pseudo-wing mesh. "You look good." He paused like he said something stupid. "I mean, your hair is combed well, and-" "Thanks," I interrupted him. I had brushed my hair right after she left. "You don't look that bad yourself." "Yeah," he blushed. "So what're we doing today?" "Watching a movie, I guess.""Sure we have enough time?" He checked his watch."I don't have to be there until six." I told the truth this time."Okay," he started to go into the den, but made sure to grab my paw and pull me along with him. "You don't ever get sick of movies?" "Not really," I looked at him. "Do you?""They're fine," he stopped for a second, "just make sure that you're there." He pulled me, gently, onto the couch with him. I fell mostly into his arms, feeling the stray fur and feathers on his arms rub against me."My Crovy." I cooed at him, poking one of the more callus parts of his muzzle. "You can just call me by my name," he whispered, a little embarrassed. "Tom's not as cute of a name, but fine." I smiled at him.I reached over him to grab a remote off the arm of the couch, then clicked the television on - which was already on the title menu of the black and white Kevin Smith film. Shit. Please don't notice.I looked carefully at him, but he didn't even seem perturbed by the fact that the disc was already ready to play, like magic. Or like I was just watching this movie

with someone else less than an hour ago. "You've seen this before, right?""Yeah, I've seen all his movies." Actually, this time I don't need to lie. I've seen this one many times before watching it with Britney this morning. I hit the play button and slumped into Tom's chest, his furry and flaky and wing-y arm still over my shoulders."I can't believe you made me watch that alternate ending." He said when we were finished."What, I thought it made sense, like, plot-wise." "Yeah, but it was depressing A-F.""Maybe." I thought for a moment. The ending was rather sad. "But, it's not canon if that makes you feel better, they have a second one with him in it. It's on the shelf somewhere""Do we have time?""Not for comfort," I saw the clock, [4:07]. "We'll find another time. Summer's coming up soon.""Ahh, wan'na do something else?" He squeezed my shoulder just a little bit."Like what," I pretended like I didn't know, brushing my paw upon his leg."Something." He rubbed his paw through my hair, looking into my eyes. His eyes were my favorite shade of blue."Something?" I rubbed my paw closer to his - well actually - right up on his crotch, the loose denim covering his sheath barely stood in my way. I've seen what was under there many times before. "Yeah," he said, pulling my muzzle to his. His soft tongue rolled eagerly into my mouth, and his feathered paw rubbed the fur between my ears.I unzipped his loose jeans, something I'm rather accustomed to do, and slipped them down his legs. He had an interesting habit of not wearing underwear, or maybe he only did that when he was with me. With his pants down, I gripped at his already half swollen member, and felt it twitch in my paws. He gasped as he broke from our kiss. "Your paws are so warm," he told me while I was rubbing his sheath, the bulb under it getting firm."I know whats warmer." He grew a nervous grin as I bent my head down.I saw the messy jumble of fur and feathers above his groin, before closing my eyes, and pulling back his sheath to let the tip into my maw."Yeah," he breathed, "That is a lot warmer." His paw was still pressed softly against my head, pushing  down ever-so-slightly. I pressed my tongue against the side of his shaft. With the assistance of his paw, I slid my muzzle down as far as it would permit, inciting a soft whimper from him. The taste was musky and strong, but I had gotten used to it after the first two or three times. I pulled my muzzle up and down, with my paw rubbing his now exposed knot."That feels, eh- a- amazing." He said so breathlessly.I kept moving, quick, but trying not to go too fast, trying to savor the moment, and the flavor, of my sweet Crovy. Stray droplets of his

seed were slipping onto my tongue as it dashed around the head, which had a much stronger taste. "Hey - uh, I'm..." he trailed off, unable to finish. I knew what he was going to say, and I was prepared for it. I pressed my tongue harder, rubbed my paw quicker, and brought my muzzle down as far as I could. After a few seconds, I was rewarded with thick streams of his savory flavor within my maw. I collected it on my tongue and lifted my head from his shaft, still rubbing his knot. "How's it taste," he asked me after he had calmed down, trying to be cute. I still had most of his seed in my maw, so I brought my muzzle to his, making sure to push my tongue as far in as I could.When we broke, I had left most of his semen in his own mouth. "Something like that." I laughed. He looked like he wasn't as used to the musky flavor as I was."And," he was smacking his lips, "what was that?""Snowballing, remember," I tilted my head to the menu screen."Oh Yeah, that was in the movie wasn't it." He didn't sound like he remembered too vividly, but he pulled me into his chest, with his slightly winged arms around me and pants still hanging down his legs. "Thanks, honey.""Your welcome, Crovy."He held me tight and squeezed. I loved the way he would embrace me, like I could depend on him. It seemed like I couldn't live without him, and it felt so great to have him there for me, to protect me. I can't think of any feeling I love more.I fell asleep in his arms, and might have slept until night, but he nudged me awake. "You have to go soon?" He was looking at the clock. "Yeah, It's a shame." I was really comfortable in his arms. "I'll see you soon, right?""Absolutely."

 "Screen four is breaking next." My friend told me, holding his broom and dustpan. I checked the schedule."Yeah, in about twenty minutes." We both go and wait outside the screen. We're probably supposed to be cleaning hallways, since we have time, but I'm not up for it. I'm already going to be stuck doing closing chores tonight. "I'm way too tired for this.""Busy day?" He asked. I wasn't sure why someone his age would be so interested in the affairs of a teen."Yeah," I smiled, widely, although not giving any details."Busy with a date?""Sort of.""Is it that head-in-the-clouds fox, or that weird mixed boy."Britney had a grounded enough personality, and I thought Tom was a rather graceful mix-breed."Yes." I was texting on my phone. Britney and Tom were both sending me messages."Which one? You said you were going to pick one eventually." "I'll do as I will," I say, trying to aggravate him. Ever since I told Andrew about this he always asks me about it. He's so

concerned with my business. I'm just a bit reluctant to pick one and tell the other to scram. Part of me thinks that polygamy might not fly well with them. But then again, Britney's open minded, and Tom's a pushover. I might not have to decide."So I'm guessing that you're still leading both of them on, then?"I just stuck my tongue out at him. And, at that time, I got two texts.["I had a great time today. too bad ur at work. well hang out soon, big wolfie. im so glad to have you all to myself."]["I had fun. You're cute when you're sleeping. You're cute in general, honestly. Especially when you pull stuff like that snowball thing or whatever. I'm so glad to have you all to myself."]Uh-oh. I didn't like what I just read, not that it wasn't flattering, but disappointing. I'm going to have to decide, aren't I?