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--1

Since the day he and Anna had met fellow swinging couple Prisma and Sled, Desmond had been appreciative of their large, open relationship. Despite the slutty look of it from the outside, it had a certain sanctity. There were unwritten rules which all of the players understood. Desmond loved Anna, Anna loved Desmond, and Prisma and Sled had an identical arrangement. Desmond did not love Prisma as anything more than a friend and a fuckbuddy and this was how the pairings therein proceeded. They agreed after their first night that no strings should tangle anybody up.

To some, what Desmond was doing was disgusting. To others it might have been thrillingly bold. At any rate, a traditionalist would have thought his calling Prisma to be the death knell of his relationship with Anna. Instead, his hyena girlfriend sat close by texting Prisma's boyfriend, Sled, arranging a liaison to for when he got off work.

Prisma answered Desmond's call cheerfully. "Hey, Dez!"

"Hey, beautiful," Desmond purred into the phone. He cuddled up against Anna and wrapped his free arm around her. "What are you wearing?" he asked half-seriously.

The panda bear laughed. "Nothing, and I'm so-o-o wet," she said in a continuation of the laugh. Then quite seriously, "I just got out of the shower."

"Ooh," Desmond cooed, flitting his tail. He licked Anna's cheek and glanced at the casually lewd text she was writing to Sled. "Does that mean I can come dirty you up?"

"My door's always open for you, cutie," Prisma crooned. "Tell Anna I said hi."

Desmond chuckled, then kissed the hyena's cheek. "Prisma says hi, sweetie."

Loud enough that Prisma could hear, "Don't make him smell too much like panda pussy, I gotta take him to see my folks this weekend."

"As long as Sled doesn't smell like carrion again," Prisma murmured.

Desmond laughed but didn't relay that to Anna. "I'll be over soon, baby, stay wet."

--2

Desmond showed up punctually at Prisma and Sled's apartment. They had discussed giving each other keys, but they decided against it. Knowing Desmond therefore had no way to get in, Prisma unlocked the door and greeted him in the hall wearing naught but a smile. Her fluffy black and white coat was damp and her black nipples were pert as if she'd been rubbing them just so they could greet Desmond.

"Hello to you too," the foxcoon grinned. He leaned in close. Prisma met his smooch then yanked him in by his hair braid and closed the door with a sweep of her foot. "Ow, ow-ow-ow, easy on the hair," Desmond whined.

"I'll make up for it," Prisma smiled. She pushed Desmond back and over the arm of the couch. He landed in the cushions with a grunt. The chubby panda paused to smooth back her damp rainbow-accented hair, then she descended on Desmond whom had straightened out and sat properly on the couch. She straddled his lap and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck.

The fox planted a kiss on her neck and nosed just above her full breasts. "You smell nice," he cooed.

"Thanks. Love your hair," she purred to him, "like always." She pushed her lips to his and the kissing started up. It was immediately hot and heavy with a great amount of tongue play. Her long tail, more like that of a ferret or marten than the nub of a bear, swayed with contentment.

Prisma parted her lips greatly against Desmond's and exhaled into his maw. "Fuck, you're an awesome kisser," she growled.

"The one time he and I made out, I thought Sled ran circles around me," Desmond softly laughed, stroking Prisma's body and coming naturally to her wide hips. He slipped his paws onto her fat ass and kneaded her cheeks reverently.

"Maybe it's just what I'm not familiar with," she shrugged. With a devilish smile, she perked her ass into his paws. "Look at you, always going for that tubby butt of mine like you have a fetish."

Desmond laughed then nipped her chin. She nipped back on the bridge of his snout and made his nose wrinkle up. "I wouldn't have to feel yours up if Anna would put on some weight," he sneered. "A girl needs some meat on her bones."

"BBWs rule and skinny bitches drool," Prisma grinned. "I'm glad you see things my way."

"You and me both," Desmond winked. He nibbled a trail down Prisma's throat and sternum. When his snout pushed into her cleavage, she leaned back and pouted out her breasts for him. She held onto his shoulders to hold herself up; otherwise she would have pushed her breasts together to sandwich his muzzle.

"Mmm, you're a tease," Prisma giggled. "Now, what'd you come all the way over here for, huh?"

Desmond slobbered up out of Prisma's cleavage and pecked her chin with a kiss. He wrapped his arms snugly around her and pulled her in close so that her plush, full breasts compressed against his chest. "Just a little something-something, like usual," he smiled. "Speaking of which, wanna help me get undressed?"

"Men, always lazy," Prisma snickered. She obliged Desmond, however. First she pulled his shirt up and off then briefly doted on his chest. Her lover, Sled, was a toned stallion; Desmond contrasted sharply as an effeminate twink. It was his girliness which had attracted Prisma in the first place, just as her curves had drawn him in. Their mutual attraction had not changed at all. As he fondled her ass, she stroked his slim chest and tweaked his nipples. "God, you're so damn cute."

"I know," Desmond smiled.

Prisma laughed and pinched his nose. "Modesty, try it sometime." She moved aside but leaned heavily on Desmond as she opened his fly. Beneath were briefs, tented by his needful erection. She gripped the bulge and nuzzled Desmond's neck as she let go with a sly little chuckle.

Desmond puffed when she took hold of his penis. To return the favor, he reached down and boldly squeezed her cunt. Prisma gasped, then moaned, "Oh, yeah, just go for it, baby."

"My motto in life," Desmond remarked as he stuffed two padded, furry fingers deep inside of the girl.

Prisma in turn pulled down his briefs, exposing his knotted penis and the balls below. She made a half-hearted effort to pull his briefs and pants lower but the fingering distracted her. "Ah, fuck," she said with a lame laugh. First she pecked Desmond's lips, as if uncertain of how to proceed; but inspiration struck and she dove on the twink's cock, engulfing it in her wet maw with which she suckled and slobbered at once.

A shuddering moan shook Desmond's body. Prisma's new positioning made fingering her difficult so he settled for rubbing her back. As he stroked her, she caressed the bulb of his knot and his balls alternately. Her sucking was steady and harsh. "Uhn, god," he hissed. He reached for her thick ass and squeezed a cheek possessively. "Love that mouth..."

The panda chuckled and kept on working, bobbing now and lavishing the flesh with constant slurps. Desmond's phone chimed and she blinked, only to quickly return to her work almost as if she'd never been interrupted.

Desmond reached into his pocket for his phone. When he checked it, he let out a syllable of a laugh. "It's a text from Sled. He says he's taking good care of Anna for me."

Prisma pulled up and off of Desmond's meat with a suckle. She wiped her lips and sniggered. "Send him back a picture," she said coolly.

"Of what?" Desmond said, smiling slyly.

The fox had a pretty good idea of what Prisma had in mind. She proved his suspicions right. She got down on her all fours and swayed her thick ass from side to side. "Send him a pic of your knot up against my pussy," she grinned.

Desmond took the moment to shed his bottoms. He sidled up to Prisma, naked now as she was, and set his phone aside as he guided his member against the folds of her cunt. "I was hoping you'd let me stick it in your butt again," he said with childlike disappointment.

The panda bear laughed. "Hey, that was fun once, but that knot's not going anywhere near my butthole again. I could barely sit for a week."

As he sank into Prisma, both he and the bear moaned warmly, Prisma more noisily than Desmond. He started to fuck her slowly but with intent to pick up the pace. He pushed it in deep enough that his knot kissed up to her pussylips and gently parted them, then snapped a clear, close-up photo. When she heard the fake shutter click, Prisma grinned impishly and swayed her tail.

Desmond started up again, hastening his rhythm. "Here," he puffed, sliding his phone along the carpet into Prisma's reach. "Send that to Sled." With both paws on the panda's chubby ass cheeks, Desmond really got into it. He smacked his knot against her pussylips each time he thrust it forward and his balls spanked the backs of her thighs.

"Shit, that's the stuff," Prisma sighed. She dropped to her elbows to better use Desmond's phone and she sent Sled the flattering picture with a smug grin on her face. Just to stoke the fire a little, she included a forged text with it: lovin ur girls pussy dude, knot beats ur cock any day.

The panda looked back at Desmond. He did not meet her eyes; his were closed, and his head was tossed back. In spite of his girliness, Prisma found Desmond to always be an energetic lay. He made up for his inferior size to Sled with vigorous strokes. The remark she sent about the knot had a small basis of truth to it, because that night, she most definitely preferred Desmond's knot.

"Can I dump my nuts in you, sugar?" Desmond sighed, now hunching over Prisma somewhat. His hair hung wildly over his shoulders like a mane of some kind.

"Fuck yeah," Prisma growled. "Get the knot in, too!"

"Goddamn, you're always so fun," Desmond laughed, sounding a little breathless, but his rhythm didn't break.

The twink's phone chimed again. Prisma checked it eagerly as Desmond lackadaisically asked, "What's it say?"

"It's loading. Don't you stop yet," the panda murmured. She shoved her jiggling ass back against Desmond in the meantime and shivered. Finally the message loaded. Sled had replied with mixed media too. Prisma first saw the picture: a POV shot taken by Anna of Sled's thick tongue buried in her little box with his bedroom eyes leering up at the phone. The message below: strong words from a wimpy tongue, foxboi. Prisma giggled wildly and passed the phone back to Desmond.

"Wow," Desmond cooed. Having seen the pic, he didn't scroll down to read the text. He tossed the phone aside with his clothes and hunkered down over Prisma, pressing his slender body to her back. He braced an elbow on the carpet and gripped a tit with the other paw. "Say my name, baby," he growled.

"Mmm, sissy," Prisma moaned. Then she laughed and bucked back against the sour-faced foxcoon. "Just knot me, baby," she warmly sighed, turning her head and smooching his cheek. "You know I like you or else you wouldn't be here."

"Yeah, I know," Desmond admitted. He nuzzled against the panda's cheek and worked at her harder and harder, smacking his knot against her snatchlips in an ongoing attempt to pop it in. "I'm glad I tried this swinging thing..."

Prisma licked her lips. She could plainly feel how near she was to her own climax. The sex was fast and rough and her chubby body bounced in many pleasant ways as Desmond smashed into her. "Uh-huh?" she cutely asked.

"Oh, yeah," Desmond answered, grinding away and nearly popping it inside. He gave up and started to buck again. His breathing was heavy and he sounded tired, but he kept at it implacably. "Anna's great, but - I don't know. Having someone I can call to play around with..."

"Someone that you can--," Prisma huffed and bit her lip. She pushed her ass back and found herself disappointed that the knot didn't pop in. "Goddammit... Someone you can, uh, trust, who isn't your girlfriend?" she offered.

"Exactly," Desmond sighed. "It's a nice option. And you're a real babe."

"You scrawny chubby chaser," Prisma cackled.

"Guilty as charged," Desmond snickered. "Uhn, shit, shi-i-it," he whined. It was then that his balls pulled up taut. He was just about to cum and he had to get that knot in fast. He pushed down against Prisma and inelegantly shoved her to the carpet, leaving her face down and ass up. She grunted, then moaned as Desmond worked his knot ferociously against her. The first ropes of his spunk shot into her and she gasped sharply.

A wet, lewd pop accompanied the entry of Desmond's knot. Prisma yowled in pleasurable pain and her box clenched involuntarily around the foreign bulk. She loved his knot, but she never quite got used to it either. Within a few moments, she squirted as she quaked and moaned. Her thick body trembled under Desmond. The foxcoon held her close and cooed into a round ear.

Prisma dropped to the carpet and Desmond fell comfortably atop her pudgy bulk. "Fuck me," he weakly said. "I could turn around, but I kinda like to spoon after I knot someone."

The bear laughed about as weakly as Desmond spoke. "Yeah... You just stay close to me, cutie."