Vegas settled down next to a birch tree after a long, sweaty hike leading to the top of a local mountain. They placed their canvas travel bag by the tree and waved their tank top to get some airflow, panting softly as they rested. The coyote-like creature was a bit out of shape and had chosen an awfully humid time of year to get in shape. He took out his water bottle and drank a bit, then relaxed. He was feeling a bit peckish, but figured he could eat his granola bars at the top of the mountain trail. He took off his sneakers and stretched and splayed his paws, unhinging his snake-like jaws to yawn and snapping them back into place. As he clicked his jaw bones back into place, he peered over his skewed glasses and saw a curious little creature that hesitated as he tilted his head at them.

The creature was most like a small gray fox, but it also had a ringed raccoon-like tail. Vegas, also being a bit of a hybrid themselves, couldn't help but wag his tail. The feral fox approached carefully, picking its way through the leaf litter as it approached him. It walked straight up to his canvas bag, and shoved its cute pink nose into the fabric, then looked at him. The intention was obvious. Vegas chuckled.
"Alright, alright," he mumbled, going through his bag and pulling out a granola bar. The fox's ears perked. 
"Here, puppy," he said, smiling wide as he fed the fox. It scarfed down the granola bar and then shoved its nose against his thigh and barked, demanding more. He looked over the fox - small, lithe, and pointy with a big bushy tail. The fox was getting impatient and nipped at his clawed hands. He drew his forked tongue over his lips and smiled. 
"Ah well," he said. "Bit more filling than a granola bar." He grabbed the little fox by their scruff and it let out a sharp, surprised noise. He looked it in its cute soft blue eyes as it squirmed in his grasp. with one hand restraining the unlucky critter, the night stalker's other hand went down their pants and he began rubbing his small dick (or large clitoris, depending on who you asked). The fox's thrashing paused, as if trying to understand the action, but then quickly it struggled again as Vegas unhinged his jaws once more and showed the cute little fox his gaping maw and long slender fangs. His unhinged grin deepened when he saw the fox's little sheath tense, and the tip of its bright pink cock poked out. 
"That'sss it," he said, letting his snake-like stutter slip out unintentionally. "I knew you couldn't resist a charmer like me." 

Vegas slowly pressed the muzzle of the trembling fox into his gaping mouth, slowly engulfing his jaws around the fox's shoulders. With his backwards-facing fangs, there would be no escape for the unlucky little snack - or lucky, if its excited cock was anything to go by. With one hand still down his pants, massaging his testosterone enhanced little dick, he placed his other hand around the fox's sheath and began stroking the cute critter. It squirmed momentarily in his grasp before humping his hand, back suddenly arched. He could feel the fox's panting breaths against the back of his throat. Vegas breathed evenly through his unblocked glottis but was starting to get a bit flushed from enjoying his new snack. He pushed his fingers into his pussy while eagerly rubbing the fox's little sheath until its whole dick was sticking out and drooling precum on his shirt and slightly bulging neck. Rather than waste the additional snack of fox cum, he pulled the fox further down his throat with a long, muscular gulp but snapped his jaws shut around their tail to keep them from sliding in completely.

Vegas' throat bulged significantly with the squirming fox, a clear outline of its figure in his throat. He rubbed the squirming bulge while fingerfucking himself eagerly, hips starting to move as he panted. The taste of fox cum slid down his throat, soaking and lubing his slippery prey even more than his drool had already. As the snakelike coyote grew closer to orgasm, he allowed the fox's twitching tail and legs to slip further down his muscular throat. The fox had seemingly stopped fighting, but still squirmed as he located its spent cock outlined against his throat and rubbed it as he got closer and closer, starting to shudder - before his belly scutes stretched and expanded as his gasped sharply, with one final powerful swallow, pushing the fox all the way down his throat and into his belly. He shuddered deeply as he came, drool dripping from his forked tongue, slowly licking his lips. His glasses askew, the strange coyote stayed for several seconds, feeling the slight twitching of his pussy and the squirming of his stomach and smiling at the unexpectedly satisfying meal. He clicked his jaw back into place and shook his belly to make the fox thrash, letting out a little satisfied sigh at the sensation and sound of stomach acid sloshing around his new pal. 

As Vegas lounged against the tree, stifling a belch and rubbing his stretched rounded tummy, he wondered if maybe it just wasn't the time to start working out. Nothing beat a new friend and a large meal, in that order.