The Border Collie held the empty record sleeve close to his chest. He peeked around the line and saw four, maybe five more fans ahead of him. His heart started to beat a little faster. He was excited almost to the point of apprehension: he was about to meet [i]her.[/i] Kahnso. She was going to sign his favorite album - his favorite by her, anyway.

He looked at the sleeve, just a peek. The vixen's imposing, taut body dominated it. She had on nothing, but arms reached from behind her to cover her loins and breasts, leaving the six teats dotting her stomach bare. Just a hint of her blonde bush showed above one of the censoring hands. She stood before a wrecked and blazing SUV in the middle of a highway. Her body faced forward but her eyes looked out of frame. [i]My Junk[/i] was the title, written in bunched-up letters on a charred license plate near her left foot.

The cover made no sense but Pink loved it. He thought she was an awful sex goddess and he felt his loins burn a little bit whenever he looked at the cover or looked up pictures of her online. Pink had heard rumors that nudes existed online. He had seen some of them - blurry stuff, a glimpse of her butt crack under a skirt, not much else. It was still incredibly tantalizing stuff to a fifteen-year-old.

Minutes passed without incident. Now Pink was second in line, and time seemed to drag as the tiger in front got an album cover of his own autographed. Finally it was Pink's turn. He stood at the head of the line for a moment and looked at the vixen. She was doing her best to lounge in a stiff wooden chair, sunglasses on her face, a sports bra covering her breasts but leaving teats bare. She beckoned Pink forward and uncapped her marker.

"What are you, like, twelve?" the vixen asked, jerking his record sleeve out of his timid fingers.

"Fifteen," Pink corrected, meekly. "Um-, hey, I really love your music. Like, you are just [i]so[/i] fucking cool."

"Yeah, thanks," she muttered. She scrawled her name in the margins - the blue sky beside the burning wreck. She started to hand it back, and then she paused, holding on it as Pink grasped the other side. She smiled and pulled it out of his grip. The smile had no charm at all. "What's your name?"

The dog hesitated. "It's Pink."

"Pink, huh," she snorted. "Yeah, I got some pink for you." She scrawled above her name [i]To Pink.[/i] Then she handed it back to the dog, whose smile was broad and tail wagging. Kahnso stood suddenly and the dog moved back a step; the vixen dwarfed him. He had never gotten a feel for her staggering size from pictures and music videos.

"I'm taking a break," she said to nobody in particular. The employees in the record shop started setting up signs and cordoning off the line. There was some grumbling from those in the line but Kahnso ignored them. As she brushed by Pink, she said softly, "Come to my car with me, kid."

The Border Collie looked around, thinking she must have meant someone else. She glanced back at him, made eye contact, and then turned back. Pink followed after her eagerly. He was already getting stiff.

He found Kahnso in the parking lot getting into a red SUV. Pink came to the front passenger door and looked inside uncertainly.

"Come on, get in," the vixen grunted. She reached across and opened the door. "I'm not gonna murder you, stupid."

Pink climbed up and in. He still held his album sleeve close. "So-, so what are we doing?"

"So-, uh, suh-so-," Kahnso stammered. Pink's ears drooped at the mockery. "Fuckin' relax, kid," she said as she started the engine. "You some kind of virgin?"

The fox left the parking lot of the record store. She never put on a seat belt but Pink did after a moment of consideration. He said as he watched traffic go by, "No, I'm-, no. I've had, you know."

"You've had you know [i]what?"[/i] she asked impatiently. "Finger in your ass? Get molested in the locker room by the coach? What?"

Pink huffed. "I've had [i]pussy."[/i]

"You [i]are[/i] a pussy," she laughed. "Shithead kid." She turned off the road into the parking lot of a hotel. Kahnso took him inside and walked past the unquestioning receptionist, going through the empty lobby to an elevator. The rear wall was glass and looked out over the cavernous lobby as they rose to the penthouse floor.

Pink, silent since getting out of the SUV, spoke up now. "You, um, do know I'm a kid, right...?"

She glared down at him. "Yeah. You're fifteen. Look at that fuckin' hard-on you have. You excited, huh? Gonna fuck me like a stallion, Pinky?"

The dog's blush was vibrant and his eyes were wide, stunned. "I-I guess so..."

Kahnso laughed. She leaned down and smooched Pink on the lips. The dog whined softly, feeling like he was sweltering in the elevator. It was summer but the dog was used to hoodies in any weather; right now it seemed like he was inside an oven. With tenting pants and wagging tail, Pink tried to kiss back but the fox had already straightened up. Then the elevator sounded a pleasant chime and the brushed steel doors rolled open.

"Follow me, kid. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna feel aftershocks."

The fox took her young prey into her room. Pink had never been inside of a five-star hotel suite. He looked around, awed and a little bit uncomfortable as he followed Kahnso. He bumped her when she stopped near the sofa. She growled, pushed him back a pace, and then her face softened slightly.

"You drink?"

"Sure," Pink blurted. His eyes were fixed on her broad ass.

The fox grumbled something, sounding like a wounded, angry animal on a prowl. She rifled through the minifridge and came out with a fun-size bottle of vodka and a bottle of orange juice the brand of which Pink had never seen before. He thought it was something French.

She sat on the couch, twisted the top off the orange juice, and then clawed the red wax seal off of the vodka bottle. The scale and sharpness of her claws was not lost on Pink who stood holding his album sleeve like it was a teddy bear.

Her eyes rolled up to his. Pink's body tightened. "Put that fucking thing down, would you? And get naked, we're gonna fuck in a sec."

"Oh sure, yeah," Pink muttered, excitement making his tongue clumsy and paws sweaty. He realized when he set his sleeve down on the counter that he had left a smear in the autograph. He started to fret over it but Kahnso snarled at him to hurry up.

The Border Collie ran back to her and hurriedly. He pulled off his hoodie, then the t-shirt underneath which said [i]Ketamine Kahnso[/i] in letters resembling claw slashes.

The fox, sipping on a vodka-heavy screwdriver, cracked a grin. "Funny thing is, I don't even like ket. But they had to go for that alliterative shit."

Pink smiled. "Yeah, I just like weed, myself."

"Weed is pussy-ass shit," Kahnso snorted. "Get your clothes off. Show me that ass, stupid."

Pink hesitated, then unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his smooth young legs. He left the shirt on, forgetting it already. He thought she would remark on his briefs but she never did, and then he had those off too.

The vixen drew her tongue along one of her long saber fangs. Her eyes hung on his genitals where his small knotted penis throbbed and leaked. She seemed to ignore the details in favor of the whole. "You're a cute little shit," said the fox, setting aside the drink. "Bet you wanna fuck me now."

Standing bottomless, Pink kept his paws clasped behind his back, as he never knew what exactly to do with them when he presented. He found himself unable to speak but he managed a nod.

Kahnso stood. With cold efficiency she laid her tall, mature form bare to the teen. Pink's eyes flitted across her body like hummingbirds around a garden, sampling a little bit of everything. Pink was a healthy boy with a typical thirst for boobs; but he knew the merits of pussy, and canine pussy proved especially alluring because of its uncommonness. Precum dribbled from his small erection.

The fox knelt before Pink, but this only put her close to his level; nothing about her body language was submissive. Her sticky lips brushed his and Pink kissed her eagerly, body shivering with teenage lust. Her paws grabbed his wrists and he was made to touch her. At first his fingers splayed on her breasts, but then he dragged them lower, sweeping them over her teat-nipples. Every nub was stiff and ready. The dog cooed against her lips, "Holy fuck, you're so hot. This is awesome."

"Better believe it, kid," Kahnso said, voice a quiet growl. Her fingers teased the dog's penis, tickling it. Pink shuddered and nuzzled with her, planting kisses on her muzzle. She asked, "You ever have anything up your butt?"

His eyes opened a bit wider. He stared at her uncertainly. "Uh, no."

She flashed a particularly evil-looking grin. Pink started to pull back but the vixen's paws seized his hips. "Well, time to pop that ass cherry, then!" The Border Collie yelped and bucked but Kahnso dragged him to the floor, dropping him on his hip with a sharp bump. His paws grappled with hers, claws raking through her fur. Kahnso snarled, but the sound was lurid and hot. She pinned Pink on his stomach, a paw on the small of his back holding him down neatly.

"C'mon, not my butt, dude!" Pink whined, looking over his shoulder as far as he could. Kahnso grinned at him from the very edge of his vision.

"Shut the fuck up, [i]dude,"[/i] the fox snorted. She let go of Pink but the dog immediately started to writhe, moving at first like a worm, then finding his knees and paws. Kahnso grabbed his hip and his tail and yanked him backwards. The dog was still gasping and whining from the pull on his tail when Kahnso climbed over him and pushed her knee between his shoulder blades.

"You're gonna like this," the fox said.

To Pink it sounded more like a threat than a promise. Everything about the fox scared him. He felt like a little kid - young and helpless and out of his depth. He bleated, "Don't hurt me, please."

Kahnso cackled. "I'm not gonna hurt you! Last thing I'm gonna do is hurt some retarded kid, you know how fast I'm gonna go to prison if I do something to a [i]child?"[/i] Her paws clapped onto his ass cheeks, both of them taut and firm. Her long, spidery digits dug in, claws pricking and muscles gripping. Ignoring Pink's whines, Kahnso pulled open his ass cheeks and admired the small bud of his asshole.

"Cute ass," she huffed. "Bet you're a little backdoor boy, aren't you? Cute little ass like this, you probably get twenty bucks a pop letting boys plug you."

"What the heck, no! No I don't!" Pink urgently said, beginning to buck and struggle. Kahnso pressed her weight down, digging her knee further into his spine, and Pink wheezed as the air was forced from his lungs.

Kahnso's snout ground into his ass crack. Pink's anus tensed sharply. He had touched himself there, tentatively and awkwardly; a prodding nose was an unwanted alien feeling. He realized she was smelling him, that the air rushing over his asshole was the result of her snorting in his scent. Pink began crying and he closed his eyes tightly, feeling shame for his tears.

The vixen's tongue slathered across his anus, giving Pink strange feelings of pleasure. His toes curled and his penis dribbled against the carpet of the hotel room. He whined, "No, quit. Quit it..."

She ignored him. Her tongue swabbed through his ass crack, smothering not only his pucker but much of his fur in thick drool. Then she smacked her sticky lips on his rim, suckling it and prodding it with her tongue's very tip.

The boy whimpered but did not squirm; the horrible knowledge that he was under her control had fully settled in. His penis throbbed, aching with this new feeling. Always a boy with a hair trigger, Pink prayed for the fox to stop, to give him something normal to enjoy like her pussy for his inevitable climax.

"Fu-u-uck," Kahnso said, huffing the words into his ass. Between his cheeks was a humid swamp of slobber, thick strands of the stuff running over his balls and thighs. She pulled back her snout and dragged a forearm across her lips, wiping off the drool. Tentatively she let her knee off of Pink, but kept it close to his back. "I'm gonna let you up, and you're not gonna move. Right?"

"R-right, yeah," Pink uttered. "I won't."

Kahnso, grinning, eased off of the dog. She waited for him to fidget and flee, waited for a chance to slam him down, but Pink stayed put. She suddenly grabbed his behind and he flinched, whined. Kneading his rump, Kahnso said lowly, "I could eat your ass all day, you know that?" Her paws pried apart the cheeks and Pink shuddered; cool air rushed over his drool-filled ass crack, chilling him, making him anus clench. The fox chuckled and let go of him. She rolled him onto his back and said at once, "Fuck, look at that wet spot. Did you piss?"

"No, I didn't," Pink huffed, avoiding her stare. His eyes were puffy and damp and he did not want the fox to see. "I, um, leak a lot... sometimes."

"I'll say. You really enjoyed getting your ass licked." She grinned down at him as she straddled him. The disparity in their sizes had never felt more obvious to Pink than when her thick, dark spade brushed with his loins, pushing his penis against his body. Forgetting all about his teary face, he looked down at her groin eagerly.

The fox licked her slobbery lips, her fangs as well. She held Pink's small cock and guided it to the lips of her vulva. Gliding in was easy - the vixen was wet as a sponge, the dog slick himself. Pink clung to the floor. He gnashed his teeth and whined.

"You're little," Kahnso huffed, "but that knot feels good anyway." Kahnso started to bounce, riding the boy. Her fat peach swallowed his knot with each fall. She watched his face, watched him shift from whimpers and snuffles to soft moans. She grabbed his wrists and he stared at her, startled. Then she touched his paws to her breasts, heavy mounds with softly heaved with each rise and fall. "Touch my tits. You like tits, right?"

"I do," Pink huffed, "yeah. Yeah, I like boobs." His paws squeezed her breasts, and despite the vixen's abuse he found himself loving the way their fat pressed through his fingers, how the nipples ground against his palms. He bit his lip and he whined, and his eyes closed shortly after. His toes curled and a shudder passed through his body at the same time as his breathing hitched and paused.

Kahnso hesitated. She rested against Pink, her dark vulva mashed against his loins. A queer smile twisted up her lips. She cupped her breasts, his paws sandwiched in. "You fucking serious? It's been, like, a [i]minute..."[/i]

"Suh-, sorry," Pink wheezed, his fingers sinking deep into the pliant flesh of her breasts. "Your spade is just-, so-o-o fucking good..."

"You're goddamn right it is," Kahnso growled, leaning low, touching noses with the boy. His scent was mild on her snout but Pink's keen nose caught it. He blushed horribly, ears splaying back. But when Kahnso kissed him, he kissed her back eagerly in a wet, firm smooch. Her tongue swabbed with his and he lapped back at it, only remembering where it had been right after the fact.

The fox peered into Pink's eyes as if looking for some deep meaning in them. The dog fidgeted but kept her stare, transfixed by her ruby-red eyes. When she finally broke off the kiss he blinked several times as though he had been blinded by a camera flash.

Kahnso pulled herself off of the Border Collie. His swollen knot popped free of her sex; he cooed at the feeling but Kahnso offered no reaction. As she stood, a dribble of semen fell from her plump spade, more gumming its lips, giving them a white sheen.

Pink gazed up at her with mixed feelings of guilt and satisfaction. He asked softly, "Did I do something wrong?"

She studied him for a moment, then said, "Nah. Not really. Guess I can't expect much from a kid." She bent and took his paws, pulled him up to his feet, and then gave the back of his head a rub. "You wanna smoke up with me?"

The dog chewed his lip for a moment. "I-, um, not really..."

Kahnso waved a paw as if clearing out some foul smell. "Not crystal. Weed. Just some grass, kid."

Pink's ears perked. "Oh-, oh, yeah. I like weed."

She nodded, then pointed at the couch. "Sit down. Hold on."

The Border Collie waited, fidgeting, playing nervously with the edges of the cushions. He eyed the great, wide painting hanging above the eastern wall; it was a gouache painting of a galleon cutting through steep, vibrantly blue waves.

Kahnso came into the main room of the suite carrying an ornate red bong and a sandwich bag stuffed with sticky buds. Without speaking, she sat and went to work packing the bowl.

Pink watched, his paws clasped in his lap. His penis was still stiff. "I've never seen that much weed at once."

"I'm selling some of this," she grunted. "You want some?"

"Uh, sorry, I don't have any money," Pink murmured.

"Yeah, of course not, dumb kid." She huffed and lit up. Pink watched the bubbles foam and saw the smoke leaking around her mouth, pungent and sweet. She held the smoke and thrust the bong at him, and he took a quick hit while it was still burning.

The dog sat back and exhaled, uttering only a short cough. Kahnso held in her smoke for as long as she could, and then began to hack and sputter. The dog laughed and considered rubbing her back, but thought better of it. He asked her timidly, "Too much?"

"Grass always makes me fucking cough," she grumbled, still sputtering. Pink offered her the bong but she refused, sitting back.

Pink had another hit - the stuff tasted good, he had to admit - and then set down the bong. Feeling loose, his nerves soothed, he pressed against the burly vixen and said quietly, "I'm sorry I came so fast. I-, uh, I'm kinda bad about it."

"Yeah. I could tell," Kahnso said, sneering. "Bet having your ass tongued didn't help, huh?"

"Um, yeah," Pink muttered, looking down. "But-, but hey, I could go again... and I last longer when I'm baked."

"Should've said that before we started, shithead," Kahnso grunted. "Stupid kid."

Undeterred and accustomed to verbal abuse, Pink nuzzled with her and kissed her cheek. "Come on. Let me try again?"

Kahnso sighed, sounding more like a teenager than Pink. She hugged the dog against her formidable body and leaned onto her side, then her back. The spacious cream-colored couch offered much room; her legs parted lazily, one hanging on the floor.

As Pink nestled between her thighs and pressed into the creamed walls of her sex, a low, content moan escaped him. It was echoed by Kahnso, deeper and shorter but an encouraging sound. She held the dog in strong arms, pulling his head against her breasts.

"All right," she growled, quietly. "Fuck me, kid."