Peeking into our bedroom at around 11:00 in the morning, I finally detected some lazy movement in the mound of bedsheets and fur that was Pangoro. Most mornings were like this recently, as he seldom got enough sleep after watching his favorite Chinese cartoons late into the previous night. Just thinking about the fat fuck missing half the day in favor of watching a teenage girl kill vampires with a sword for half an hour clouded my mind with lust. I knew I had to add that ass to the list of NSF casualties. 

	“Hey there,” I called out, raising my voice slightly as he pulled the covers over his head. “Goku beat Inuyasha yet?”

	“Morning...” He grumbled with a snort of laughter, though still not moving. 

	“What, are you cold? If I can get by in my shorts, there's no way you're comfortable in there.”

	“C'mere and I'll tell you.”

	That was good enough for me. With the exact gait one would expect of someone intending to fuck a male monster, I made my way to the bed and hopped under the covers with him. I was greeted by rush of hot, humid air, a sharp contrast to the rest of the chilly morning, and a pair of bulky, furry arms around my waist. 

	“Well, you're not cold.” Another snort, this time right into my face. “And you definitely didn't sprain your wrist brushing your teeth. So what seems to be the problem?”

	His reply was a thick, uncut, rock-hard Pangoro cock shoved up the leg of my shorts, to which I looked down out of instinct. I couldn't really see anything in the darkness under the covers, but my attention was nonetheless fixed on the sensation of the warm, smooth flesh pressed against my own, with a sizeable furry sack not far behind. I noticed I was pitching a tent of my own, which only tightened my shorts' grip on my thigh and Pangoro's dick, letting me feel every subtle twitch as he seemed to resist the urge to fuck my leg right there.

	“Speaking of your wrist.”

	Impatient, he pulled away and turned over, propping himself on his knees and front paws. I sat up in turn, letting a bit of light in through the bedsheets, and made my way to his backside. What greeted me was a familiar sight, but one that never quite ceased to amaze me. I may call Pangoro fat, but take it from someone who gets to see the results of his training firsthand: He's got enough muscle to back it up. One result of that is the pair of firm, plump cheeks that now stared me in the face. In contrast to the longer, looser fur that covered his arms, or his balls, or just above his crotch (just to give some examples), not much of his ass was left to the imagination. In this case, much of that shorter coat was nonetheless made disheveled by quite a bit of sweat. It wasn't so much the sight that tipped me off, though the light did allow the damp surface to glisten just a bit, but the smell. That salty, musky scent combined with that of wet fur. His body heat, much of which was still trapped under the blankets. The feeling of-

	“Hey,” He caught my attention. “Don't just stare at it, eat it.” With a slap, his front paw came down on one cheek and forced out a brief jiggle. He tightened his grip, pulling that meaty flab to the side and exposing his crack. The sweat soaking this new terrain was plainly visible, to say nothing of the fresh wave of musk, which I inhaled as easily as I did the last. 

	The issue at hand, though, was the center of that mess of damp fur. See, Pangoro's is one of those assholes that just isn't done justice by the term “hole”. Where his ass fur ends, a distinct ring of puffy, dark grey and vaguely reddish, twitching flesh surrounds his entrance. There really is nothing like it. He tells me it's normal for his species, but knowing him, it probably just got that way after all the time he spends with his toys while I'm away, always working up to deeper and wider insertions, jamming them in and bouncing on them like a female in heat. I know because he likes to take videos and show me when I get home. Either way, I wasn't about to complain, especially as I watched him tighten and relax that fat pucker at a deliberate pace, a gesture that seemed equal parts taunting and just inviting me in. 

	He was right, though; I'd wasted enough time staring. I took matters, as well as his asscheeks, into my own hands, now spreading them apart completely. The cheeks, not the matters. The rest of that crack was still too appealing to pass up, so I decided to start at the bottom and work my way up. As soon as my tongue made contact, somewhere around where his sack met his taint, I got a very sharp taste of what I'd been smelling. It almost made me want to pull back and give my taste buds a rest, but I was used to it. Instead, I started dragging my tongue up and along his taint, slowly and with a broad enough stroke that I got plenty of flavor. As usual, that got him to start that low, subtle growling of his. The same kind you'd hear if you gave him a good scratching under his “collar”, or if he'd just finished off his favorite meal. I knew the feeling; I was feeling pretty satisfied with my own meal, especially since I was nearing the main course. As my tongue passed over his asshole, I stopped to spare a couple teasing flicks – I wasn't done with his crack yet, but I wouldn't miss the opportunity to force his voice into breaking and that fleshy donut into twitching some more either. Moving on, I took a couple big laps from the remainder of his crack, snuck a kiss onto the small of his back, and backed up to give his hole another look.

	“Grrrr, c'mon, get in there.” He pleaded, failing to hide his anticipation and no doubt trying to resist touching his dick just yet. Before I could make a move, he briefly blocked my view with a thick, black digit before hooking it and yanking upward, partially spreading himself open to reveal more of his entrance than the surrounding flesh normally allowed. We were still more or less under the covers, so it was too dark to actually see, but I remembered from experience the shiny, moist, pinkish hole being offered to me. 

	I accepted, planting the beginning of a long, deep kiss directly over his backdoor. He tensed up for a second, contracting himself under my lips, but as soon as he loosened back up, I took the opportunity to start using my tongue again. This time, the hole didn't tighten as I crept past the twitching flesh and prodded at his insides, and instead seemed to dilate just a bit further, as if an itch had finally been scratched. The rest of his body reacted in kind, a sharp exhale and moan escaping him and a sudden jerk of his hips pushing his ass a bit further into my face. While slightly different from that of his exterior, the taste now assaulting my tongue was just as salty, almost sour, and shared hints of Pangoro's signature musk. Wanting more of it, I parted my lips just a bit wider, allowing my tongue to plunge completely inside. I absentmindedly suckled at the warm flesh surrounding his hole, but most of the action happened inside, the muscle of my tongue battling the various contractions of his insides for freedom of movement. If he was holding himself back before, he lost more and more restraint with every swirl and flick around that tunnel of muscle and moisture, as each gasp and growl grew louder and more guttural. 

	It was a sight I had to see for myself, plus my mouth was getting pretty tired, so I withdrew with another kiss. A glance past his fat ass told me everything I needed to know – Even without me actively eating him out, he was still panting like a motherfucker, his eyes just barely fluttering open. I even caught a trickle of drool red-handed, slipping off the tip of his tongue and over his bottom lip before it joined a dark spot on the bed just below. He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, possibly embarrassed of that, but more likely just wondering why I stopped. In fact, turning my attention back to his other end, I noticed he'd already replaced my tongue with two of his thick digits, twisting and thrusting them in an attempt to fill the literal and figurative hole I left. I made a kissing gesture as if to say “In a second” and looked lower, this time taking note of that sagging pair of balls and big, veiny beast of a cock from earlier. It was still as hard as ever, only this time it throbbed and bounced distinctly, slapping on his round belly as he played with his hole. The tiny drips of precum flying from his cocktip and further staining the bed tempted me to give it a good squeeze with any number of my body parts, but I wasn't anywhere near done with his ass. I repositioned myself again, this time shifting my head directly under his junk.

	Reaching up in one move, I pulled his fingers out of his hole and yanked his entire ass down onto my face. His sharp gasp of surprise as he sat up, finally flinging the covers off, was muffled somewhat by the overwhelming presence of the two furry, sweaty pillows on top of me. Without wasting any time, I took another long, heavy drag of his crack and taint, picking up some fresh sweat and shoving my nose directly into the crook of his sack. Satisfied with this position, I quickly slipped my tongue past his ring and resumed my work inside that insatiable pucker. While I probed as deep inside as I could manage, I noticed that this new position allowed me to penetrate just a bit further, barely reaching an untapped bit of musky goodness. Pangoro grew more frantic as I lapped it up, slowly grinding his ass back and forth and further rubbing my nose into that mess of fur and sweat. The only air I had to breathe was saturated with the smell of his damp, pent-up sack, making it hard to focus on anything but sucking in as much as I could and continuing to slurp away at his asshole. His body quaked, breaking apart his growls and moans into rapid-fire whimpers, loud enough to hear clearly even as I was smothered by his butt. Unsure what else to do, I turned to kneading those fat cheeks with my fingers, still slick with enough sweat to slide around on my face while he panted and whined even louder. He wasn't satisfied, though. Not by a long shot. 

	He lifted his ass away, finally letting a rush of cool air meet my face, and returned to his kneeling position. “C'mon, fuck me!” He panted. This time, he employed both front paws, reaching back and shoving a digit from each into his hole and spreading it open to the best of his ability. I didn't exactly have any better ideas, and neither of us were going to get off just eating ass, believe it or not. I sat up behind him and easily slid my shorts down past my erect cock, letting it flop right onto his crack. His entrance was already pretty soaked from the past half hour or so, but I took the liberty of adding a glob of spit to the deal, slathering my dick in the viscous stuff as I teasingly rubbed it up and down between his cheeks for a bit. In the end, thanks in no small part to his spreading, aligning my cockhead with that hungry pucker and plunging it in was an easy task. The sight of that fleshy ring stretching even wider to swallow my cock, the sound of Pangoro moaning and growling out of pure carnal lust, and most of all, the sensation of sliding into that hot, damp, pulsing hole were exactly why I loved being on top with him. His help no longer necessary, he released his grip on his rim and once again leaned on his paws. 

	“Hit me!”

	“Huh?”

	“Hit me, faggot! Show me who the master is!” I wasn't in the mood to think about it. Still bracing myself with my left hand on his ass, I raised my right and brought it down on one furry cheek with a loud smack. “Ahh! Yeah! More!” I did it again, this time trying not to hold back as I might have done at first. Already, his arms gave out below him and his head fell to the bed. I picked up the pace, occasionally throwing a backhand into the mix, but always targeting that jiggling butt as it bobbed back and forth on my cock. 

	“How's that? Know who your master is now?”

	“Yes!” Another slap.

	“Who's your master?!”

	“You are! Grrrrr, fuck me, master!” I have to admit, I was getting pretty into this, and so was he. From my perspective, it was easy to watch the results of my scratching his deepest itches, his face twisting indecisively between pain and total satisfaction, tongue lolling out and leading more drool onto the sheets, and toes curling with every thrust and every smack. I let up on that, though, and leaned further over his back. Supporting myself against the bed with my right hand, I ran my remaining fingers through his overcoat of fur as I moved down toward his neck. At the same time, I began scratching at that sweet spot under his furry “collar” and picked up the pace and intensity of my thrusting. The sound that came out of his mouth in response took the cake for this morning. I'd describe it as a combination of snarling worthy of his species and yelping you'd sooner hear from a Growlithe. Plus some kind of yawn. Either way, it was cute as hell, especially as his voice started breaking again with every thrust. 

	I didn't need the support now that I was lying on his back, so I took my right hand below his body and found his cock, still bobbing up and down and oozing precum. After giving it that tight squeeze I was waiting for, I started pumping it from the base to the head, the thick layer of foreskin in my grip gliding along the shaft effortlessly. Fucking his ass while keeping up with the scratching and stroking was tricky, but the heavy panting my treatment added to his cacophony made it all worth it. We stayed like this for a relatively long time, and it seemed he was doing his best not to go over the edge just yet. Me, I was comfortable enough resting my head on the soft fur of his back, so I didn't do anything to make it any more difficult for him. 

	It was only a matter of time, though, before his breathing picked up and the muscles around my cock started squeezing harder than ever. I set my fingers to slowly coursing through his fur, my other hand to squeezing and stroking closer to his cockhead, and my hips to thrusting as rapidly and as deep as I could manage. With a low, guttural growl, he coated the bedsheets with cum in thick spurts from that pulsing cock in my hand. At the same time, I saw no reason to resist the tight, warm vacuum on my own, and hilted myself to deposit my own load yet deeper inside that ass. I found myself closing my eyes and burying my nose in his fur as I did, getting a decent dose of his natural scent as I let my concentration wane in the moment. I felt a wetness on my hand as the last of his orgasm came out in slow dribbles down his cock, and instinctively gave him a slow squeeze along his length to finish milking him. I eventually finished up myself, waiting until well after I'd emptied my balls to withdraw. My cockhead finally popped out of that exhausted hole, letting both of us fall freely on our sides, though I left my arms draped around that enormous body. I glanced downward as my head rested on his shoulder, taking another look at the ass I'd just finished railing.

	“You know, your butt kind of reminds me of the guy that was on your show last night. With the hand...?” I gestured as I thought I remembered seeing on the TV.

	“With the black hole.” He finished my thought with a smile. “Shut up and get off me, I'm hungry.” I complied, removing my arms and letting him stand up. I'd already eaten this morning – and no, I don't mean just now – but I figured I'd join him and see what he was having anyway. Gotta make sure that ass stays in top condition.