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"He wants to be a biker, is that it?"

Zaylin had only known the hyena sitting across from her for a month, but their bond was solid. Her name was Anna, and she was compact, athletic, and sexy, often suffering outright lunatic desires for carnage at times. These attributes made her popular at Zaylin's garage, and though none of the bikers had had their way with the little hyena, murmurs were exchanged often. Zaylin knew that her new friend was eagerly requested, to put it politely.

Unlike her small friend, Zaylin was a tall wolverine. Her fur was brown, and her shoulder-length hair was a slightly darker shade. Her chunky figure was impossible to miss and she jokingly self-identified as a fat bitch. Anna cheerfully agreed and flaunted her own slim, small body in comparison, always to the delight of the other bikers.

Zaylin didn't just hang out with bikers; she ruled her own gang of them. They didn't have their own colors, but neither were they liable to start a ruckus on someone's turf. Zaylin preferred to be unaffiliated and at ease, and the American motorcycle club was a dying art anyway, as she so waxed to Anna at times.

Despite a lack of a serious gang, Zaylin rocked the garb. Her greasy jeans held taut her fat, round ass and legs. She wore her jacket sometimes with a sports bra, sometimes with a wife beater, and other times with nothing at all underneath to keep her tits in place. None of her brothers minded when her big, brown nipples slipped out in the cold air. None of them dared to touch, either. At one point or another, she had come to blows with all of them over a drunken grope, and she came out of every encounter with bloody knuckles. But that was in the past.

Anna stretched out in the stiff wooden chair, briefly making herself diagonal with her feet on the floor and shoulder blades against the backrest. Then she sat up straight and planted her paws on the table, interlacing the digits. She leered over them moodily, as though she were a crime lord laying out an offer for Zaylin. "Nah, he doesn't wanna be a biker. And neither do I! My panties are getting bunched-up just sitting like this, how do you even deal with that on a bike?" she giggled.

Zaylin grinned with teeth. "Panties are for princesses like you. I don't wear 'em."

"Desmond does," Anna murmured. The wolverine sneered disbelievingly. "But, no, he just thinks you're hot and suggested the other night, as I had him pinned with my fantastic body and we were all tangled up in a lustful knot," she flowersomely crooned to Zaylin's annoyed face, "he remarked that the fat biker bitch I hang out with is hot and he wouldn't mind a bite of you." She sat back and grinned. "Exact words."

"Fat biker bitch, huh?" Zaylin laughed. "Gosh, what a silver-tongued devil. And he's really girly, right?"

"Yeah, he makes me look butch," Anna smiled. "Long blonde hair, nice bubble butt, tiny dick, steals my panties sometimes..."

Zaylin dragged her tongue over her lips. "I'm game."

"Just like that?" Anna smirked. "I mean, I've never seen you take an interest in anything that doesn't need gasoline."

"Just like that," Zaylin winked. "I got needs too."

"I was kinda hoping you were a fat lesbian, I haven't scissored a fat girl since--, well, don't worry about that," Anna said, sinking into a murmur. "Um, hey! In exchange," she beamed as Zaylin still sniggered at the earlier remark, "I want something."

"In exchange for what, giving your faggot boyfriend the," she squeezed her thick, naked jugs through the open jacket, "real woman experience?"

Anna growled sharply and squeezed her own clothed tits. "I'm a real woman too, so watch it!"

Zaylin laughed and clapped her paws. "I like when you're pissed off! Okay, all right, you buttered me up, so what do you want?"

The hyena leaned over the table with a deathly serious gaze. "Your biker buddies. I want them to fuck the shit out of me!"

It took the wolverine a few moments to decide, at least as far as Anna could tell. During this false deliberation, she tightened up the bandana on her head and moistened her cracked lips with her tongue. "Eh, I guess so, but if you catch any VD, it's your own problem."

"You're joking, right?" Anna said numbly. "Eh, n--, never mind that," she said, waving it off. She smacked her paws down on the table, rattling Zaylin's empty beer bottles, then pushed herself up to her feet. "I'm gonna go see the boys. You go see Desmond."

Zaylin watched Anna go, blinking once at the forwardness. A smirk quickly covered her snout. "Hold up."

Anna twisted around sharply. "What?" she said impatiently.

"First up, no more cum stains on the fucking pool table! And secondly, what the fuck? Am I supposed to just go get him at your place or something?"

"Of course!" Anna said as if it were the most obvious fact ever told. Again she went on her way to see Zaylin's gang.

The wolverine was stunned, but she didn't hesitate for long. She buttoned up just enough to cover her nipples, leaving exposing an enormous amount of cleavage, then pocketed a few things from her room which she thought might come in handy with a sissy fox.

Just as Anna was first getting her clothes yanked off of her, Zaylin's hog roared to life. She took off for the quiet neighborhood which Desmond and Anna called home.

Zaylin only ever showed up to drop Anna off. Desmond had seen the wolverine from the front door of his home and the opposite was true, but the hyena was always the focus of Zaylin's attention. Desmond looked out the window at the distinctive cue of the wolverine's motorcycle but saw only the chubby biker bitch. A cold knot tightened up in his stomach. He had the terrible, exhilarating feeling that Anna had rolled on him.

The biker stopped neatly in the driveway and popped the kickstand down. She walked to the front door and popped a couple of buttons along the way, exposing a hint of brown areola on either side.

Before Zaylin could knock, Desmond opened the main door and stood rather timidly behind the screen door. In this situation, he thought of PSAs and parental advice about the dangers of letting strangers in. "Hi there," he said uneasily through the mesh. In the darkness outside, he found it difficult to see much more than Zaylin's silhouette but he knew who he was looking at. That her breasts were almost exposed wasn't yet apparent to him. "Where's Anna at?" he asked cautiously.

The wolverine smiled and bared a hint of her teeth. "She's at the garage," she answered, hooking a thumb over her shoulder. "Hanging out with my friends."

"Your friends," Desmond said contritely. "I know what that means."

Zaylin shrugged and made her heavy bust jiggle. Desmond managed to notice that. "Hey, she's a big girl, and besides that," she reached for the screen door and jostled the locked handle, "I'm here to make sure you don't get lonely tonight. Open the fuck up."

Mom said never open the door for strangers, Desmond queerly thought. A smile crossed his muzzle. Mom couldn't have foreseen the strangers being wolverine biker babes with generous jugs. He popped the lock and stepped away from the door. Zaylin showed herself inside.

"Definitely Anna's place," she sneered as she closed the doors at her back. "Smells like 'yeen in here."

Now that Zaylin was in the light, Desmond noticed her breasts. He blushed and averted his eyes prudishly, though he knew the display was just for him. "Anna told you I like you, didn't she?"

"In some roundabout way, yeah," Zaylin chuckled, taking a seat in the comfortable-looking armchair. She grabbed the lever and reclined, propping up her feet. Her boots were very large. "Something about a fat biker bitch," Desmond looked at her now and blanched, "and how you wouldn't mind a bite of me. Some shit like that," she grinned and gave him five seconds. "Well, speak up, boy! Is that about right?"

"Yes," the fox answered very tightly. He crept closer with a tiny smile. It lent a masochistic edge to his words. "Are you here to stomp me?"

Zaylin blinked. "What? Fuck no," she scoffed. "Hey," she nodded, "you look like you got prissy paws. Take my boots off and rub my feet."

Desmond looked longingly at her half-bared tits. He pulled up the ottoman and sat on it then reached for one of Zaylin's boots. He unlaced it efficiently and pulled it off, exposing a big, sweaty plantigrade paw along with a particularly strong smell. It at first made Desmond's nose wrinkle and Zaylin wondered if he'd hold out. He did. He started rubbing almost immediately, digging his thumbs into her black sole eagerly.

The biker crooned and sighed. "Aw, yeah, really dig your fingers into it," she instructed, writhing blissfully in the chair and splaying her sweaty toes.

"Nice feet," Desmond said modestly, obliging Zaylin's desires to the fullest extent. "Can I lick them, too?"

A big, toothy smirk snapped across Zaylin's snout. "Anna didn't tell me you were a footlicker. Fuck yes, you can lick 'em!" she barked.

"Well, that's because," Desmond paused and dragged his tongue from heel to toes, swabbing nasty, caked sweat off of her foot, "ah, because I'm not a footlicker. I've never done it."

Zaylin pushed her foot against his snout and rubbed the bridge with her toes. This was partly for affection and mostly to grind her smelly paw on his face. "Is that so? She's got some cute feet on her. Why haven't you licked those?"

Desmond exceeded Zaylin's expectations when he nuzzled eagerly into her paw. "Rrr, god," he huffed. "Because she doesn't like it. She likes when I lick her pussy. And that's it, too, since I can't even get her to sit on my face."

"You poor, sheltered little faggot," Zaylin tutted. "Get the other boot off. Both my feet need loving, now."

"Yes they do," Desmond said with a reverent coo. He unlaced the other boot and pulled it off. Like its twin, this foot was also matted with sweat. Desmond held her feet side by side and detailed them with his sluttish tongue. Laps around the heels, under the arches, and a floss between each toe showed his love and awe for the wolverine's dirty paws. Zaylin sat with a lewd smile and half-lidded eyes. So far, Desmond was more than she'd hoped for. She was beginning to think Anna might have to start bringing him along to the garage.

"Do you know what I love about your feet?" Desmond asked.

Zaylin snapped out of her rumination. "What," she absently mumbled. More clearly, "What's that about my feet, baby?"

Desmond smiled and smooched a big toe. Zaylin delayed his words when she stuffed the toe past his lips. As she thought he might, he suckled it then nuzzled into the soles broadly. "They're so big, lots of surface area, but they're not... Mannish? They're still clearly feminine," he said with a smart nod. "I... That's actually why I wanted you at all," he said sheepishly.

It wasn't often that Zaylin was fawned over. She wasn't immune to compliments, however. Even a badass biker bitch was still a lady. She rested her elbow on the armrest, and her chin upon her palm. "Go on," she said softly, belying her hardness with a warm smile.

The foxcoon laughed shyly and hugged Zaylin's feet. She braced them on his chest and wriggled the toes on his twink body. "You're so stout, so thick and strong," he sighed, "but ladylike too. I love your hips. And your ass," he remarked with particular lasciviousness

"And my feet," Zaylin dryly added.

"And your feet," Desmond concurred.

"And what was that about my ass?"

Desmond chuckled and splayed down his ears. "I just love it. Anna's incredible, don't get me wrong," he said urgently, "but I don't see many women like you."

Zaylin licked her lips and laughed darkly. Suddenly she braced her feet on his chest and knocked off of the footstool. He landed harmlessly on the carpeted floor with a bump.

The wolverine kicked the footrest down and stood up smartly. Desmond made the attempt to stand too. "Stay put," she warned as she kicked the ottoman out of the way. "Just fucking stay where you are, and I'm gonna make you one happy little fox."

Desmond obeyed. From his low vantage point, the already formidable Zaylin loomed like a giant. She opened her fly and shoved down her jeans, revealing her bottomlessness to the foxcoon. Her snatch was a moist, black peek of flesh amid brown fur. She put a heavy foot on the struggling bump of his penis and mashed it down with much of her weight. As her fuckboy gasped and ground up, Zaylin grinned maliciously. "You wanna eat my fat ass, boy?" she snapped.

"Yes!" Desmond shrieked. "Ooh, fuck me, yes, please."

"Good answer, baby," Zaylin growled. She ground down a moment longer then stepped over Desmond. She looked down at him over her thick bust and gut then spun on her heel and squatted quickly. She came to rest on her knees, and her chubby rear hung precariously over Desmond's snout. "Better take a deep breath, 'cause you ain't coming up for air for a long time," she cackled. Suddenly she pushed her ass downward, engulfing his snout in her sweaty ass crack. The musky, humid air therein nearly gagged Desmond as the smell of her feet had, for though Zaylin was clean, wolverines were terribly musky beasts. But he craved her ass more than he reviled it, and he groped the plush cheeks which blotted out his vision and ensconced his muzzle.

Zaylin was by no means a passive lay. She rode Desmond's snout, bucking against his face. Her ass cheeks and thighs jiggled and the floor thudded underneath so much shifting weight. Occasionally a strangled groan would escape Desmond and these whore moans were music to the bitch's ears. "Eat that fucking ass, baby," she snarled, though her humping hindered Desmond's laps. It made no difference to Zaylin. She got off on the feeling of a cute snout grinding into her ass crack and the simple domination of the act.

The wolverine looked down over her quarry's deliciously slim body. She briefly settled against his face and allowed him to eat out her sweaty black asshole as she opened his fly and yanked down his briefs. Desmond's penis sprung free and Zaylin sneered. It was in the neighborhood of four inches and uncircumcised, and so its glans was largely covered by a hood of skin. She snapped it up in her grabby paw and squeezed as if trying to wring the life out of it. Desmond howled into her ass and arched, then fell slack. Only his slithering tongue showed any sign of life.

"No wonder Anna wanted my brothers to fuck her, you're hung like a toothpick," Zaylin said snidely. "Ain't no way this little prick's going inside me, I wouldn't even feel the fucker."

Despite her feelings toward Desmond's small erection, Zaylin jerked it roughly and with little care as to whether or not he really enjoyed her touch, though he plainly did. A limited amount of pre oozed into her palm and made the handjob just slightly more smooth. Zaylin compensated by squeezing harder and yanking back the foreskin, but never to the point of tearing it.

Beneath the fat wolverine, Desmond whimpered in some queer combination of bliss and despair. There was so little air to breathe where his snout was wedged and this smothering made all sensations feel airy and unreal. His toes curled and he reached up and palmed the great curves of her tits. Zaylin astoundingly did not bat his paws away.

The wolverine began to pant and she let her ebony tongue hang loose. Spittle dropped from the dangling tip and spattered randomly upon her own breasts and gut, and sometimes the slimmer lines of Desmond's body. She slammed her fist down around his cock and thumbed his bright pink glans as roughly as she could. Her foxy plaything whimpered sharply and bucked against her. She couldn't tell if he was in pleasure or pain.

"Keep eatin'," Zaylin darkly growled, harboring a noticeable strain in her cocksure voice. Her black snatch had been growing wetter as Desmond tended to her sensitive anus and now the moisture was so great it dribbled onto his neck. "Uhn, fuck," she hissed, taking her paw off of Desmond's needful erection. She went at her snatch with both paws; two fingers on one paw went deep inside, and she abused her clit with the other set. As she masturbated, she started to ride Desmond's snout again. The foxcoon sucked up his first breath of fresh air when her movement permitted it but she sat down just as quickly, and so the rhythm went.

Zaylin clenched her teeth and eyelids into an expression indicative of an imminent climax. She forcefully bucked down on Desmond's snout and barked to the boy, "Push that nose against my asshole, you little buttslut!" Of course Desmond obliged. He would have done anything for the bitch. Her ass blocked out the lamp light, so he found her asshole by smell instead and with incredible precision. He smooched the pucker lovingly then notched his nose into the black orifice. Zaylin bucked down with a snarl and her anus spread sharply around his cute button of a nose. Desmond gasped and whimpered; now he was assaulted with the most potent whiff of her anal musk yet, and again he nearly gagged.

The biker did not impale herself too far down on Desmond's snout, but enough that the boy began to worry. Zaylin would never admit to enjoying anal penetration enough to let a man fuck her in the ass, but riding a muzzle under the pretense of dominance was just the cover she needed. With the right touch in her soaked box, Zaylin climaxed. She yowled as she squirted, caking her digits and the downy fluff on Desmond's neck. Down she went another inch on Desmond's snout, such a measurement seeming quite small, but it was enormous for Desmond. He huffed and writhed, fearing that he might actually suffocate and this worry only worsened when Zaylin's rectal walls clenched in orgasm. But the biker bitch pulled up and rolled off onto her side, then moved to her knees. Desmond lay on the floor in a daze. His snout was utterly soaked with sweat and the worst of Zaylin's anal musk, but nothing more.

"Goddamn," Zaylin chuckled. Her sturdy body quaked and heaved. "Gimme a second..."

"Um," Desmond said in a tiny voice, "no problem..." He ignored his erection. It throbbed harder than ever.

After a full five minutes to catch her breath, Zaylin stood and stretched out. "Christ, that one really tuckered me out. All right," she laughed, "guess I owe you one. Let's see if we can't get that little boyclit to pop."

The foxcoon sat up lamely, propping himself up on his elbows. With a hopeful smile and a swish of his tail to match, he asked, "Can I fuck you?"

The biker laughed perhaps more loudly and definitely longer than was necessary. "Fuck no. That's a joke, not a cock." Desmond frowned, blushed and looked away. "But hey," Zaylin snickered, earning his attention again, and that was when she pulled a big, floppy strap-on out of her pocket. It too was an uncut member like Desmond's, but that was where the similarities ended. This fake penis had its length and girth proudly stamped on its balls-included base: 13 and 4.25 inches, respectively. "I'm gonna fuck you."

"Oh, shit," Desmond squeaked. "Please tell me you're gonna lube that thing up, at least."

Zaylin laced up the strap-on and batted at its silicone shaft. It waggled humorously from side to side and looked quite natural on her at a glance. "You little pussy," she snorted. She pulled a bottle of lube out of her other pocket. "But yeah, I got lube here." Then she tossed it to Desmond, whom fumbled and dropped it on the carpet. "You go-o-ot," she glanced at the clock on the wall, "thirty seconds to lube up my rubber pecker and that little asshole of yours. Then, ready or not, here it comes."

Desmond was understandably less than thorough in his application of lube to Zaylin's fake cock. The coating was spotty at best and when the wolverine began to count down from ten, the twink awkwardly shed his bottoms as quickly as he could and started to finger his hapless anus with whatever lube was yet on his fingers.

True to her word, Zaylin yanked him to his feet when the time was up. She slung him over the kitchen table on which a bowl of cereal was getting soggy. As she bumped the rubber cock against Desmond's asshole, she remarked with a cold laugh, "Hey, good thing I came by, you got to eat something hot for dinner."

The foxcoon was not appreciative of Zaylin's humor. He whimpered to the wolverine, "Be gentle. I'm not as trained as you'd think."

Zaylin didn't roll that way and she was right to assume Desmond knew and loved that fact. She rammed it home to the twink's immediate gratification in that he shrieked and went stiff against the table, but so did he gasp, "Oh, fuck...!"

The biker sounded off with a wicked cackle and clenched her teeth into a grin. "Yeah, make all those cute fucking noises for me, faggot!" she barked. When she started to ream Desmond, it was with a noticeably smooth technique. It was plain to see that this was far from the first time Zaylin had pegged. She gyrated those wide hips just right to perfectly gratify a man. It was a shame that nobody else was around to admire the way her fat ass jiggled as she smashed her hips into Desmond's rear.

"Ooh, oh my god," Desmond puffed, clawing at the table. Zaylin crushed him against the surface when she suddenly braced her palms on his shoulders. "God, that feels good, so fucking good!" he yowled with tears in the corners of his eyes.

Again Zaylin laughed, but this time with an air of disbelief. "Christ, you're an ass slut!" She ground in and smacked those fake balls against Desmond's cute little purse with a growl. "You gonna cum for me, then?"

"Soon, yes," Desmond hissed. "Uhn, gawd, you're amazing, you're a fucking god, I'm yours!" he cried.

"Aw, yeah, fucking stroke me," Zaylin laughed. She pushed down even harder on the twink, then suddenly dropped against him and braced herself on her forearms. Her breasts mashed against the back of Desmond's head like a pair of neck pillows. "Hope you like my fat titties on the back of your head, boy, 'cause I'll be damned if you're gonna put that nasty tongue on 'em."

But the brunt of Zaylin's dominance was woefully lost on the moaning, squealing twink. His small balls drew up into the warmth of his loins and his pitiful cock twitched sharply. "Fuck me," he blurted, though not as a plea to the wolverine. "Oh, ah, shit," he said in another dumb snatch of language, and suddenly he clenched violently upon Zaylin's strap-on dick. He bit his lip hard enough that he dimpled the jowl and drew twin beads of blood with his fangs, then his undersized cock erupted. A fair mess splattered onto the floor and even as Desmond ejaculated, the wolverine continued her grinds. This was in spite of knowing full well that her fuckthing was cumming.

"You like that? You fucking like that shit, boy?" Zaylin deviously snarled, following up with a bite on an ear which nearly broke skin.

Desmond shrieked in surprise and pain. "Yes, ma'am!"

"Atta boy," Zaylin snapped. She yanked the strap-on free and Desmond yowled again. Then she pried his ass cheeks apart and took a good, long look at his swollen asshole. "Hope you like sitting on a doughnut," she remarked with a smirk. "Now, what do you say?"

The foxcoon was dozy in afterglow, but he made a legitimate effort to think. Zaylin prodded him with a growl. "Well?"

"Um," Desmond squeaked, "thank you?"

"That's a good boy," she grinned, patting his ass.

Zaylin washed her toy off in the kitchen sink, dried it with a frilly pink dish towel and stuffed it and the lube back into her pockets. As she pulled her pants back up, Desmond hobbled in and surprised her with a hug.

"What's this?" she said with a small laugh.

"A better way of saying thanks," Desmond said with a bashful chuckle. "You didn't have to do this. It means a lot to me."

"Not what I expected to hear from some guy whose ass I just wrecked, but I'll take it," Zaylin shrugged. She ruffled his messy hair and grinned. "Wanna ride back to the garage with me, cutie?"

"Actually... I think I need to sit on something soft," Desmond said sheepishly. "You can keep Anna overnight if you want."

The wolverine grinned and smooched Desmond between the eyes. "Foregone conclusion, I think - my guys don't get too many girls as energetic as she is. They're gonna be busy with her. So I'll see you in the morning, I imagine. Hah, maybe I'll stop in and show Anna the kinda shit you like lickin'."

As Zaylin opened the door, Desmond called after her. "Hey Zaylin?"

"What's up, babe?" she asked over her shoulder.

"You might wanna put your tits away before you go riding," Desmond grinned, and he shut the door.