Roxy-Wolf awoke in her bed beside Fenrir, groggy-headed and blank of memory. Last night had been a hell-raiser of a radical evening at the 
(Concert? Party? Orgy?)
event with her wolf boyfriend by her side. If only I could recall what had happened, exactly. Roxy hoped she hadn't gotten far too wild, hoped she hadn't been impregnated or gangbanged by anyone unsavory. Her stomach felt fine, free of nausea, and her genitals didn't scream of excess pain or hints of overt violation, which soothed her soul with reassurance. She felt just as fine as could be, all except for the throbbing headache that crept up from within her spine, seeping black muck and toxic irritability into her head. She belched softly, flapping her dog-jowls briefly, then leaned over to press her chin against her boyfriend Fenrir's fuzzy shoulder, conked out like a broken lightbulb.
"Fen?" Roxy said, nudging at Fenrir's shoulder. He didn't budge an inch though, out cold, sleeping the sleep of the ancients. Roxy supposed he'd gotten top-heavy with last night's booze as well. Roxy shrugged and sat upright, propped upon the edge of her flimsy mattress. Metallica logos graced the bedsheets along with lightning bolts and laughing skulls. Roxy's eyes crossed slightly and her head spun dizzy with a sickening sense of vertigo. She sat still in place for a moment, allowing the unsettling sensation to pass on. When her composure returned after a brief moment, Roxy stood up and limped slightly, no thanks to her left foot-paw awakening after having gone numb, towards the bathroom. Tiny pinpricks flushed through her entire ankle, sending a throbbing wake of tender bursts through her leg, wind-chimes for nerves, tender with each slight touch. Roxy grunted and gasped, stomping her foot down repeatedly to drive the over-sensitivity away. She hoped she wouldn't awaken Fenrir but his barreling snores echoing down the hallways reaffirmed her stance.
Roxy's room was a freaking mess. No shortage of chaos. The walls were smothered with silly-string adorned in a range of various pastel-tinted colors. A half-dozen empty kegs were stacked into one corner, red plastic cups crushed and sprawled in disarray upon her carpets and somehow a fursuit head or two wound up propped upon her lampshades. She recognized neither one of them. Usually her room was kept up well, tidy and prompt. Not this morning though. Her room looked as if Led Zeppelin had stormed through in an all-night rock-star binge.
"Man, what a crazy night. I barely remember… what happened. We weren't here the whole time, were we?" Roxy asked herself, now beyond curious as to whether or not she'd even left her home in the first place. Surely her and Fenrir were slated to attend last night's rock show? A metal band of some sort, complete with spiked mohawks and thrashing guitars. More noise than music, admittedly. A perfect outlet for a mosher's circle and crowd-surfing. Roxy loved the metal-head environment to death. She didn't have an admission wristband on. Where had hers gone to? Perhaps she tore it off with her teeth and eaten it? Or had Fenrir himself taken certain liberties? Roxy's head was swimming with mass confusion and the onset threat of a splitting migraine. She had no capacity of mind in wondering too thoroughly about last night's frivolities, as nutty as they obviously were. 
The wolf-girl stumbled tiredly to the restroom and pulled her black lacy panties down to her kneecaps, squatting over and plopping down upon the porcelain toilet seat (with the cover down, luckily) to attend to her nature-bound business. No need to switch the overhead light on, for fear of shoving a wedge of pain deep into her eyes. The dawning rays of sunlight emanated from the windows, providing more than enough light. Roxy trickled off the last drops of beer-scented urine and stood up crookedly, trying not to slip and fall into the shower/tub mix. She yawned, yanked her panties back up and pressed down the toilet's flush trigger. She hobbled over to the sink to wash her hand-paws. While drying off, she was frozen in place, staring into her medicine cabinet mirror. The surface of the mirror was slightly speckled with toothpaste stains. Her boisterous red hair lay in shambles, tangled to high holy heaven and crookedly set against the right side of her head. Her fur looked as if it had been moistened with egg whites and dried off in a car-wash's massive turbine fans. A tiny trickle of drool ran freely from the corner of her lips, which she wiped off with her thumb-paw thoughtlessly. Small lines of mascara ran down her cheeks and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked like a bear awoken from hibernation after five years in slumber. "Last time I try keg-standing with that crowd… seriously." Roxy said to herself, adjusting her jaw, cracking it in three places, snickering at the absurdity of the morning after. The pain in her head subsided for a brief moment, bringing a queer sense of relief to her ears, which had been slightly muffled until now. "Well… better brew up some java for Fen and a bowl of Fruit Loops for yourself, girl. After last night, you've earned it." Roxy kissed her finger-paws and pressed them against the window, blowing herself a reflective kiss. 
Roxy walked no more than ten paces into the living room/kitchen combo when she noticed her new guests. They were propped up on their own, balanced with careful attentiveness. She jumped back with a start, then giggled and cocked her head with awestruck mysticism at the sight, completely random as hell, even for a hungover morning such as this one. Surely she wasn't still drunk… or was she?
"What the…?" Roxy whispered as she approached the guests carefully. One stood spread-legged with fists clenched and a bionic arm raised to the side of its black-polished trench coat, large sunglasses covered half its face, sprinkled with tiny metallic grooves. Roxy gasped with pleasant surprise to see that it was in fact an Adam Jensen action figure. Who on earth had thought to leave this little guy here? Roxy was equally taken aback at the sight of the second one, a roguish type in a dusty-looking overcoat, large leather boots and fingerless gloves, wearing a red-goggled space-mask and wielding a sci-fi-laden blaster pistol. Roxy propped her hand-paws against her hips and shook her head with incredulous fascination. Peter Quill, the Guardian of the Galaxy, better known as Star-Lord. Okay, now this takes the cake for my weirdest thing to wake up to after a crazy night of drinking and partying.
Roxy slouched down upon the large La-Z-Boy sofa, staring wide-eyed at the two action figures propped upon the glass coffee table set before her. Star-Lord and Jensen, her two biggest franchise-established crushes, standing side-by-side. Had one of Fenrir's party-going buddies propped them up as a rouse? A dare, perhaps? Maybe Fenrir put him (or her) up to it? Fenrir himself, even? Whatever the case, Roxy was pleasantly surprised. Not every day did she awaken to find her two biggest fangirl-savvy guilty pleasures chilling out in her living room, did she? Roxy giggled some more. She rolled her eyes and cupped her muzzle with her hand-paws, wagging her tail between her legs, holding back sporadic cackles of pure joy. Somebody knew her all too well and had put these two gentlemen on her coffee table as a gesture of good faith and swift recovery. Roxy was tickled with sheer delight.
"Oh, man… Fenrir is gonna get a butt-load of kisses from me once he wakes up. This is too cool! God, I love my boyfrie-"
Roxy's tail brushed against Star-Lord's small-scale likeness and emanated a tiny electric shock, spewing out a brief flash of incredibly bright lightning. Roxy jerked back in reaction, flinching upon the sofa, eyes wide and startled. A small rivulet of smoke drifted upward in a vertical plume from the tip of her tail, stagnant with a burnt-hair smell. 
"What in the hell?" Roxy murmured. Now she was beyond curious. Roxy wanted to find out what the hell that was all about. Static electricity from dragging her foot-paws against the carpet as opposed to stepping upon it? No, not even rubbing a balloon against her head could have yielded such a profound flash of stark, strobe-lit illumination. Or was it lightning? She felt no shocking side-effects. Not even a sense of numbness, except for her reawakened foot, now far less sensitive to sudden touches from all angles, thankfully.
"Hmm… I wonder what would happen if I reached out and…" Roxy held her hand-paw out, leaning forward, intent on grabbing for Jensen's toy doll, "…touched him." She wanted to prove to herself that all she'd felt was a mere passing of static electricity, nothing more or less. In a habitual reaction, she also reached up with her other hand-paw, reached towards Star-Lord. Surely one shock was enough from this guy? Roxy didn't believe in lightning striking the same place twice. She slid off the sofa just enough to perch down upon her knees, tail flinging upon the heated surface of where she'd just sat, the cushion slightly indented with the shape of her hind end. Roxy heard rustling emanate from her bedroom. Fenrir had awoken. Thank goodness, maybe he could elaborate upon the two random dolls that had been lying (or standing) in wait for her attention to be averted. Roxy would nuzzle against his shoulder, kiss his cheek and direct her focus to the small-scale figures, occupying the surface of her coffee table.
Roxy grabbed both dolls at once. Nothing. She shook them, twirled them between her finger-paws; even pressed her thumb-pawed tip against their faces. They were as lifeless and inanimate as a bag of hammers. Roxy was on the verge of standing upright to trot into her room and launch herself upon her bed, smothering her groggy, awoken boyfriend in kisses, thanking him for having left her such a fun and fascinating prize or two, when the electric charge coursed through her hand-paws again, stronger now than ever. No pain seeped into her limbs, even though her fur stood on end and her blue eyes sparked aglow, trembling and quickly shifting to a crimson-red hue, flooded with frightened dismay. 
The dolls became electric transformers, small flashing Tesla coils madly spewing forth bolts of vivid electricity. Roxy clenched the dolls tightly in her hand-paws. In the blink of a dirt-irritated eye, she felt the ground beneath her disappear and she fell into an endless void of blackness, open and vast. No more house, no more rustling Metallica bedsheets, no more scent of rancid beer and cigarette smoke, nothing. A relenting expanse of nothingness. She wanted to scream, to holler aloud, but the air had escaped her lungs and left her breathless, incapable of comprehending just what the holy hell was going on. Roxy felt her body trembling and she gazed down at her body. Her eyes widened with incredulity as she felt her panties burn free from her hips, exposing herself to nothing or nobody for miles, lightyears, in sight. Her AC/DC T-shirt dissipated into ashen dust as well, revealing her perky wolf-girl breasts. Wherever she was going, her morning clothing couldn't take the heat. All around her, tiny twinkling stars zoomed past her head at breakneck speeds. Roxy was falling at a thousand feet per second towards an unforeseen destination, falling with great haste, enough to subside her oxygen. The dolls in her grip flashed and flickered, illuminating her face among the sanctimonious blackness, never-ending, eternal eons of forever that lasted equally so. She wondered what in the hell was going on when all at once, she landed on a billowy-soft blanket adorned with soft, fluffed-up pillows. 
"Holy… holy shit, what the hell?!" Roxy exclaimed, taking labored breaths, deep and long. It felt good to breathe oxygen again, after having been suffocated in… wherever the hell she'd just came from. Neither was she nude anymore. She looked up into a large mirror propped upon the ceiling of the room she now lay in. Roxy gazed at a wolf-girl dressed in a skimpy corset decorated with red & black stripes and skull & cross-bone patches embroidered upon her bra-cups, a small red bowtie complimented with buttons, studded fish-net pantyhose and arm warmers covering her limbs, a chain-mail neck collar and not very much else. Rose petals surrounded Roxy upon the pink bedsheet in which she landed upon. To the sides of her hand-paws, the dolls had all but disappeared into oblivion. She slowly felt around her hips, pressing down upon the silky-smooth bedsheets. Nothing.
Roxy blinked her blue eyes aflutter and peeked around inside the room she'd landed in. It was lit with artificial lighting, fluorescent and strangely futuristic. A large open window showed a distant planet hovering in a myriad of starlight. She suddenly felt much more wide awake than before. Before Roxy could comprehend what had happened, she looked to her right and glanced upon a tall gentlefur, a grey wolf from the sight, stood perfectly still. He wore a high-collared trench coat with a variety of buttons and loopholes adorning the surface of his coat. Chestnut-brown hair covered his head in a combed-back faux-hawk pattern and ran down his the sides of muzzle and cheeks, presenting a goatee and sideburns, diligently trimmed and tended to. His neck was bursting with excess fur, fluffy and coarsely thick. An elaborate design was imprinted above his left eye socket and numerous electronic input ports were embedded into his face and head. His eyes twinkled through a large, buggy pair of sunshades, slightly tinted enough to reveal their hazel-blue color. "Ma'am, are you okay?" He said aloud, calm as could be. His voice was gravely and run-down, a chain-smoker's tone. "You certainly took quite a fall just now." Roxy flinched back from him, brain running a marathon of thoughts. No way… there's no freaking way this could be… my doll! No way!!! "Are you… an augmented entity, by chance?"
Roxy gasped, smacked with dumbfounded amazement. Adam Jensen. She was literally lying beside her Adam Jensen doll, though he was much larger now, much more realistic and to top it all off, he wasn't even goddam human. At least, not in this reality, in this dimensional plane of being. Roxy's heart began to thrum and strum in the presence of his sight, his appearance… his masculine handsomeness. She thought she'd faint if she kept staring at him, mouth agape, eyes wider than tea-platters, heart racing madly in her chest, forcing her ribcage to thrum along with the rhythm. 
All at once, Roxy noticed the other presence on the opposite end of the bed which she lay upon, in a mid-paralysis. Her eyes rolled to her left slowly and there, hunched down beside her, was Star-Lord's anthropomorphic self. A white wolf with red hair, wavy and swank, patterned atop his slender canine cranium. His eyebrows and chin-tuft of fur were also red, slightly brick-toned, not as vibrant as Roxy's hair, but still quite red nevertheless. Roxy reeled back in surprise at the sight of Peter Quill, now a full-fledged wolf-guy, along with Adam Jensen to her other side. They both stood around Roxy and stared at her with profound interest, provocative wonder, thoroughly and attentively. They weren't quite one-eighth-scale action figures anymore, not by a long shot. Roxy had no clue what to say in response to their ogling gazes. Was she still dreaming? Had to have been. She blacked out, that's all. Endured a hungover faint, nothing to it. She's not even in this room, not really. She's lying still on the couch, the La-Z-Boy sofa in her living room, in her home in Denmark, recovering from a nasty hangover after a night of some form of excessive partying. Any moment now, Fenrir would stroll into the room and nudge her awake, probably holding an apple out to her or something. This is merely a rudimentary phase of her mental subconscious bearing a grip on her understanding. Has to be. If so, then where were the dolls? And how did she change into the outfit she was now wearing so quickly? 
Then Star-Lord spoke aloud.
"Jeez, girl. You've really went and threw yourself for a loop, huh?"
"Hey, stay civil. She's in shock, obviously. Don't you see her eyes? They're trembling like mad."
"Yeah I do, you cyborg weirdo. What's your point anyways, man? I'm a bit in shock too, you know?"
"My point, you bounty-hunting space-dog, is that she's still in a state of extreme dawning comprehensive trauma and any further activity can and most likely will result in a thorough state of paralysis or even brain dama-"
"Oh, like hell! She fell through the freaking ceiling without even leaving a scratch on the surface! You saw that just as clearly as I did! Why on Kyln would I want to further disturb her more than she already is?" Star-lord quipped aloud, frowning at Jensen. "Besides, look at her outfit! Where could she have possibly come from dressed like that?"
"If you'd quit your stupid bickering, you'd know that she's in dire need of assistance. Let me give my associates a call, see if we can't figure out what to do about her. I don't detect any signs of augmentation, so that's a plus, neither does she project any extraterrestrial wavelengths…"
"Well, that's a relief, at least. I was about to compliment her on being the strangest alien I'd ever seen."
"Dream on, kid… ugh, low frequency. Not much reception here in space, I suppose." Jensen said with a stale taste in his tone.
"Yeah, she doesn't seem to be far too alien. Nor is she interested in my head. Perhaps she's here to seek out an infinity stone? Or a dog-house?" Star-lord snickered at his quip. Jensen frowned impatiently at him and Quill cleared his throat, nodding with stern seriousness. Roxy covered her mouth to stifle a brief giggle.
"Woah! Hey, does she understand us?" Quill asked aloud. Roxy nodded at him and Star-Lord smirked with excitement, eyebrow cocked up with intrigue, not feeling too alarmed about her any longer. 
Jensen shrugged and issued a troubled sigh, shaking his head. "Don't be ridiculous, dog. I believe the last thing on her mind right now is one of your… precious stones." Jensen said, crumpling his muzzle into a disgusted sneer.
"Oh, go suck on a push-pop, you numbskull." Quill replied, snarky as ever. Roxy giggled louder at their exchange, causing both the anthro-guys to hush up and stare at her, more interested than ever before.
"Man, this is an awesome dream. I should really lay off that booze though." Roxy said, talking to herself, unconcerned with the growing looks of concern pasted upon the furry Star-Wolf and augmented renegade wolf-anthro.
"Ma'am, is there anything we can do to help?" Jensen asked Roxy politely, to which Quill gave him a stink-eye. Jensen smiled at him, smug as a devil. 
"Anything at all?" Quill asked Roxy, trying his best to ignore Jensen's suave advances.
"Well, there is one little thing…" Roxy said calmly, now feeling a new sensation flood her senses, rendering her mental processing astray. She had felt extremely horny upon awakening next to Fenrir, despite the daunting hangover and head-splitting migraine in the works. She was on the verge of fingering herself to let loose some pent-up pleasure before the dolls had thrown her off completely. Now, it looked as if Roxy would have to resort to more than her finger-paws to get the job done.
"Name it, we'll see if we can't help you out a bit." Jensen said, now knelt down beside Roxy, eye-to-eye with Quill, who cocked a brow at the augmented rogue-wolf. Jensen expected her to admit to having escaped her inter-galactic outfit in a brave defection attempt, maybe having escaped from an abusive boyfriend and had now been on the run for many long months. The response he received threw him off somewhat.
"For one, stop calling me Ma'am. It makes me feel old and wrinkly." Roxy said with amusement. Jensen blushed and Star-Lord snickered, cocking his eyebrows sardonically. Roxy laid back, crossed her legs, brushed her foot-paw against the bed she now lay on and dragged her hand-paw through her long red hair, thick and robust, shimmering against the star-lit backdrop seen through the room's only window. Her finger-paws untangled her hair as her arm extended outward, reaching up. "Other than that, please… come closer, boys…" Roxy beckoned, bending a finger-paw towards her chest, wooing them in, attracting them to her side. 
Both anthro-gentlefurs leaned in to see what she could possibly wind up asking them when she flung upward and wrapped her arms around both of their necks, pulling them down onto the bed where she lay. Jensen collided face-first into the pink bedsheet with a stifled grunt, damn-near accidentally swallowing a rose petal. Quill fell on the side of his face, plopping his body upon the mattress, forcing it to bounce and creak. His long wolf-tail smacked against his back nonchalantly. Roxy growled with swift intent and nibbled Quill's cheek, to which he giggled aloud, trying to swat her nose away from his ear. "Stop! That tickles!" He said, in between girlish tittering. 
"What's the meaning of this?" Jensen asked, even as he lay at a crooked angle beside Roxy, shoulder nestled against her armpit. Roxy wrapped her finger-paws around Jensen's ear and tugged his head close to her face, planting a flurry of erotic kisses upon his muzzle and nose. Jensen whimpered with surprise, then returned her kisses with furious lust, slipping his tongue between her lips with excessive intensity. Roxy grabbed at Quill's red hair and clenched her grip tight in his gingery-red locks, pulling his head down to her breasts, smooshing his face in between the widened gap of her cleavage. Quill's tail began to wag relentlessly as he bought the hint immediately, reaching up to cup Roxy's wolf-girl boobs in his hand-pawed grip, squeezing and massaging as he kissed and licked at her chest. Roxy's groin tingled with profound delight as she swapped spit with Jensen and loosened her corset, fully exposing her breasts to Quill, who was busy nibbling and sucking at one of her nipples, licking the peach-toned flesh of her areola. Roxy crossed her legs tighter and moaned aloud, breathing through her nose, incapable of speaking, polarized by Jensen's spiraling tongue, his ticklish whiskers, his predatory excessiveness. Roxy broke her muzzle away from Adam's gaping maw, catching a breath, then pulled Peter's head away from her breasts, now perky and stiff, drenched in wolf-guy saliva. His eyes possessed a dreamy, hypnotic gaze, a smitten schoolboy's expression and what Roxy could just barely make out, a tiny flustered hint of a blush.
"Boys? Did you plan for this to happen, for me to be here?"
"No clue what you mean, girl." Jensen said, also catching a breather, rubbing excess saliva free from his chin-scruff. His eyes looked genuine enough. They had honestly been just as surprised at Roxy's arrival as she had been, if not more so. 
"What he said. Say, what's your name, anyways? You seem… familiar to me, somehow. Like I've seen you before somewhere." Quill asked her, constantly peeking down at her chest, jumping between her boobs and her eyes while making a legitimate attempt to focus on her face and failing miserably.
"Roxy. I'm Roxy-wolf, and right now? I think we should take this to the next level."
"Hey, I'm game if you are. Totally on-board, ready for more pleasure, apt to rock your world, bound and determined to fu-"
"Wait, is this really a good idea? What if we rupture her sanity inhibitors? I'd hate to screw her into a state of crazed insanity." Jensen stated, causing Roxy to dribble in her panties, moistened from lust-driven inhibitions. Getting fucked crazy didn't sound like too bad of an idea, especially not with the augmented wolf-man behind Deus Ex's gaming acclaim helming the wheel of pleasure.
"Of course it's a good idea! How long has it been for you, man?" Quill asked Jensen, now dragging his lips down her chest, kissing at her breastplate, licking the ridge of her navel, catching a whiff of her pheromones, driven nutty by Roxy's feminine scents. His tail swung from side to side behind his buttocks like a rabid bat attached to a rope. 
"Not long enough, I suppose." Jensen said. Roxy scoffed, cocked her head, bent her brow and tugged at Jensen's coat, pulling him down beside her, licking his neck and chin. She dragged her hand-paw beneath Jensen's jeans and fondled at his genitals (conveniently housed in a fuzzy canine sheath) while keeping her legs spread, feeling Quill rub at her sensitive clitoral region, drunken with sexual inhibitions and dripping wet in anticipation of feeling his dog-nose poking at her pink wolf-girl folds. Quill thumbed at her mons and hood through her kinky lingerie, causing Roxy to moan aloud, inhaling Jensen's masculine muskiness.
"Hey, are you okay up there?" Quill asked, brushing his finger-paws dry upon her corset. Roxy moaned and wrapped her hand-paws around the back of his neck, shoving his head closer to her camel-toed lump. Star-Lord shrugged his shoulders. "Guess that means you're okay then, huh?" Peter said with a grin as he tugged the cloth of her panties aside and pressed his lips against hers, nibbling softly at her labia folds, brushing her exposed clitoris with his wet dog nose, stiff as a cyst. Roxy panted and squirmed, overwhelmed with swift sexual longing. 
"Sorry about this, but we've been extremely, shall you say, pent-up lately. Lots of things happen and we hardly ever get a break from our busy routines. We hope you can forgive us for our trespassing actions, lewd behavior, filthy intentions and-" Jensen was cut off by Roxy's hand-paw squeezing at his shaft, now softly stroking him beneath his pants. Adam's lips curled into an O as he gasped and panted, becoming suitably erect from Roxy's forceful grip, finger-paws wrapped around his dog-cock, masturbating him into a frenzy of erotic complacency.
After a brief session of shared cunnilingus and masturbation, Roxy snarled and wrapped her hand-paw around Quill's muzzle, slimy and slick with her feminine juices, then pushed him down upon the bed, rose petals caught in his hair. Roxy lifted her butt up off the bed and sat down upon Quill's lap, pulling back his fur-strained wolf-sheath, revealing a rather sizable reddish-pink knotted penis, throbbing and veiny, drippy with liquid runnels of pre-cum. Roxy licked her lips and pulled her panties down around her kneecaps, then angled Star-Lord's alternative blaster with her docking bay, moist and puckering pink. "Ready to give me all you've got, you sexy bastard?" Roxy asked Quill with sultriness afoot in her voice, low and pleasurable, apt to forcefully provoke any random wolf-guy to blow his load hands-free. Quill nodded, mouth agape, wolf-eyes opened wide, hand-paws resting upon Roxy's hips. Roxy thrust down and let Quill's girth penetrate her vaginally from behind in a doggystyle position. She yelped and winced with pleasured pain in reaction to his thick entry. She twitched and trembled, eyes rolling avidly in her sockets, back and forth, as she straddled herself upon Star-Lord's lap, sucking his dick into her rocking wolf-girl's super-tight pussy with ease. Jensen's cheek-tufts were literally about to spontaneously combust from the heat of his blush, which caused Roxy to giggle lightly, adorably. She pulled Jensen closer to her body, dragged his pants and briefs down around his thighs, slid his erect dog-dick against her perky wolf-girl breasts and shoved his shaft into her mouth, issuing a grunt from Adam's throat. He looked confused at the process, but soon fell into a repetitive pattern of thrusting and humping into her muzzle that satisfied Roxy enough for comfort, conveniently gag-free.
"Ah! Oh my God, you are so fucking amazing!" Jensen said aloud, leaning forward to nibble at Roxy's ear, licking her fluffy cheek as Roxy caressed the augmented-entity notches in his head. Jensen shivered as he slid himself with tribal intent into the wolf-girl's gaping maw, burying his muzzle into her long, free-flowing red hair, sniffing the scents of her shampoo, her natural femininity. Roxy's throat shivered and her foot-paws curled and spread out in reaction to both the anthro-guys burying themselves into her vagina and mouth. 
The bed faded into obscurity, along with the space-aged bedroom and all the artificial lights from within. Roxy was plunging back through the unrelenting endless space-void once more, only this time she wasn't alone. Star-Lord was busy fucking her from behind and Jensen was equally hard at work, diligently feeding her his large, erect dog-dick. Roxy leaned her head back and licked at Quill's cheek, trailing a tiny rope of pre-cum from one corner of her wolf-girl lower lip, dangling free from the tip of Jensen's cock. Roxy rubbed Quill's maroon-red sideburn against her muzzle tenderly. Quill's hot breath dampened Roxy significantly down south and felt herself clenching tighter around Quill's girth, forcing a grunt and low growl of sexual longing out of his throat. A massive flash of extreme purple light exploded all around the three anthros, engaged in a tangible and tumultuous three-way spitroasting. Roxy's head rolled back onto her shoulder as she felt Star-Lord's testicles slapping against her stretched-wide wolf-twat, teasing her with the insertion of his dog-knot, a beckoning call to an explosive orgasm. 
Roxy, Quill and Jensen traveled at breakneck speeds through intergalactic space, an astronomical playground teeming with stars, swirling galaxies, revolving supernovas, hovering planets and moons, asteroid belts and heated sun-flares swinging loose from imploded black holes. Jensen grabbed her wrist and licked at her arm, dragging his tongue along her bicep, against her armpit and neck, then held his head upright and reached his arm down to squeeze at one of her breasts, pinching her nipple, massaging the roundness of her mammary, poking at her tit with an extended wolf's claw. Roxy's brain spun out of control as she became lost in the passion of the anthro-guys and their shared sexual divinity, drawing to a close, soon to extend into a shared mutual climax. At the heated cusp of her own orgasm, Jensen tilted his head back and howled out loud, immersed in the throes of pure sex. Quill wrapped his arms around Roxy's waist and fingered at her clitoris as he pressed his foot-paws against her own and tucked his knot into her vagina, grunting and howling along with Jensen. Quill snarled and released himself into Roxy's vagina, then pulled out and ejaculated a flurry of white, creamy sperm-ropes upon her butt cheek. The two male anthro wolves howled and moaned as they embraced Roxy, who moaned aloud, muffled with Jensen's ejaculating cock squirting fresh milky-white, warm jizz into her mouth. When she swallowed his load quickly, Roxy spat out Jensen's cock, licking at the veiny tip, then howled along with her fictional lovers in a three-way orgasm, legs trembling, knees buckling, toe-paws curling inward, flexing and spreading outward. Roxy's blood boiled in her veins and her senses were all extremely heightened as she massaged Jensen's paw-padded feet, rolling her hips against Star-Lord's still-knotted cock, teasing him for additional entry, which he granted solemnly by slipping back into her cunt with lavish rough loyalty. Roxy could see every single star, every constellation and galactic system zooming by her field of vision. The worlds and the galaxies they floated amongst became frozen in time, allowing Roxy to glance upon every single one of them. A never-ending sea of universal existence that seemed to last an eternity. Roxy twirled through the air in a corkscrewing motion, holding the two anthro-furs close by, embracing her hips against Quill's waist, wrapping her arms around Jensen's thighs, dragging her finger-paws against his long, bushy tail. 
Enamored with a fleeting sense of satisfaction, Roxy-wolf, eyes burning a deep crimson red, ears cocked back against her head, muzzle stained with tiny marks of Jensen's cum, leaked a single tear of joy from her eyelid as she fondled at Jensen's fuzzy testicles and caressed Quill's flexed muscular wolf-guy arm, still propped tightly against her chest. The tear expanded and grew significantly, becoming larger in size. Before long, Roxy felt as if the teardrop would ensnare all three of the anthros in its vast depths, radically increased in scale. Roxy reached upward, holding her arm out toward the teardrop. She extended a single finger-paw, intent on poking at the liquid mass. Her nail barely brushed against the single massive tear, spreading a rippling set of tiny waves across its glossy, reflective surface. Not a moment after her long wolf-girl nail made contact with it, the teardrop exploded in a million droplets, all illuminated by a nearby sun, flashing with rainbow-bright colors, hundreds of thousands of colors, vibrant and beautiful, filling Roxy's heart with a polarizing new appreciation of love and life. She wondered if the teardrop didn't represent all her worst sorrows and heartaches in life, now dissipated and freed in a myriad of blazing beauty. 
Roxy was flung backwards through space, through time and various inner-dimensions. She felt as if a large pulley system had been hooked upon her back-side and was dragging her through a large underwater pool. She looked into Jensen's eyes, his big pretty wolf eyes and he smirked appreciably, gazing down upon her face, returning her stare with his own, eyes aflame with attraction. He leaned in and kissed Roxy's nose, winked once and evaporated into a cloud of sparkling crystals, blue and green and purple. Roxy's mouth sealed shut, issuing a tiny popping noise. She panicked and turned her body halfway around at her torso, looking into Star-Lord's eyes, who had brushed her long red hair free from his face. He kissed the side of Roxy's muzzle and propped his nose against her earlobe, whispering to her with a sweet, soothing voice: "If you ever want to see us again, look to the dolls." 
Roxy craned her head back and caught one final glimpse of Quill's face, grinning and lovelier than a brisk summer day, just before he too vanished into a sparkling cloud of red, orange and yellow sparks. Roxy felt her vagina squeeze tightly shut, hollowed and empty in the flash of an instant. Now she was all alone, drifting at breakneck speeds backwards through space, isolated and overwhelmed. She was preparing to hitch a deep breath and scream aloud for help when all at once, she felt bedsprings digging into her back, followed by a droning silence.
Roxy opened her eyes from a firm squint to see that she was back in her bedroom, laying on her less-than-stellar bed, Metallica sheets rustled out of proportion and her AC/DC shirt crookedly put on backwards, black lacy panties comfortably fitted against her hips and hair still in a glorious bundle of un-brushed reddened tangles. The window's blinds were partially drawn, spilling rays of morning sunlight through, illuminating her bedroom naturally with warmth. Roxy sat upright immediately and looked around the bedroom, expecting to see Peter Quill or Adam Jensen standing in a nearby corner, nude as sin, holding a leash out to her, begging her to become their pet. Nobody was near her though, not even Fenrir. She stood upright quickly, practically losing her balance on a nearby pair of steampunk-cosplayer's goggles. She caught her breath in hyperventilating hitches. Slowly, she inhaled through her nose and exhaled out from her mouth, reclaiming her peace of mind. Roxy opened her eyes slowly, gradually. She creaked her neck as she twisted her head back behind her shoulder to take a peek upon the bed from where she'd jolted up from. Resting upon her pillow were two small action figures.
Fenrir walked into the bedroom and handed Roxy a bottled water. "Here, babe. Drink up, it'll help kick that hangover's ass. We really rocked it hard last night, huh?" Fenrir said, chuckling as he hugged Roxy from behind, wrapping his big strong wolf-arms around her shoulders, cuddling her in a warm embrace. Roxy nodded, smiling, then raised her arms up over his head and rubbed at his ears tenderly. "Woah! Uh, babe, where'd those dolls come from?" Fenrir asked, giving the action figures a startled glance. Roxy shrugged, smiling, then spun around and pulled Fenrir close to her, hugging him tight. "I think my guardian angel left them here." Roxy said, winking at Fenrir, planting a passionate kiss upon his lips. As they locked muzzled and embraced in a morning ritual of passionate kissing, Roxy heard Star-Lord's sweet, masculine voice echo into her ear.
"If you ever want to see us again, look to the dolls…"
…the dolls… they're my way back into their arms… back into their embrace… soon, boys… very soon…
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