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They rocked the hell out of an otherwise heavily ambitious undertaking AND helped provoke the muse within! :D)\n\nHere's my S.S.2024 contribution written exclusively for the one and only @AeylinFaith~! I was tasked with writing a story about their spotted skunk character Loraine Delatoire, as seen here:\n#m1323299\n\nI can only hope I've delivered the right type of justice this adorable skunky gal deserves! They were an absolute JOY to research and divulge upon. I hope I've done a fairly decent job with this story! Had a LOT more than usual to contend with this year, for some lame reason. So PLEASE feel free to offer as much constructive critique as necessary, I'm open to any forms of criticism. Of course, any comments are obviously welcome as well! No matter how random, pervy or helpful they may be. ;3 Thanks in advance for your support and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year come 2025!\n\nIcon artwork (c) @sweltering <3\nLoraine Delatoire, Aeylin & all related OC likenesses (c) @AeylinFaith >;3\n\nGuest cameo appearances mentioned in the story are as follows:\n~Seb & Colleene (c) @cesar23\n~Coco the raccoon barista (c) @rednet111\n~Evelyn & Kara (c) @KDraws\n(I love you guys! I certainly hope you don't mind this little bit of character representation! ;3)\nStory, concept, Maxwell, Bradley, Calli, Gus, Maile & Sammy (c) @GratitudeAdvocate\n\n[b][color=#a40000]*ATTENTION:\nThe user @AeylinFaith reserves all rights to this story, including any additional research notes and/or WIPs created in the midst of its original development. ONLY the user can re-upload this story however they choose to see fit, anywhere they'd like. [u]This story was NOT, in any way, shape or form, created with AI-generated technology.[/u] I personally despise resorting to AI-created nonsense and never would stoop to such lows in regards to storytelling or creative writing of any kind. No, what you read before you is a direct byproduct of shepcoon mental reasoning, minor sleep depravity and the ultimate betrayal of a very ugly WRITERS BLOCK. So with that, thanks for reading and understanding! :3*[/color][/b]", "description_bbcode_parsed": "MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL <3
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for hosting this year's Secret Santa gift exchange! They rocked the hell out of an otherwise heavily ambitious undertaking AND helped provoke the muse within! :D)

Here's my S.S.2024 contribution written exclusively for the one and only \r\n\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t
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~! I was tasked with writing a story about their spotted skunk character Loraine Delatoire, as seen here:
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I can only hope I've delivered the right type of justice this adorable skunky gal deserves! They were an absolute JOY to research and divulge upon. I hope I've done a fairly decent job with this story! Had a LOT more than usual to contend with this year, for some lame reason. So PLEASE feel free to offer as much constructive critique as necessary, I'm open to any forms of criticism. Of course, any comments are obviously welcome as well! No matter how random, pervy or helpful they may be. ;3 Thanks in advance for your support and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year come 2025!

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Guest cameo appearances mentioned in the story are as follows:
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reserves all rights to this story, including any additional research notes and/or WIPs created in the midst of its original development. ONLY the user can re-upload this story however they choose to see fit, anywhere they'd like. This story was NOT, in any way, shape or form, created with AI-generated technology. I personally despise resorting to AI-created nonsense and never would stoop to such lows in regards to storytelling or creative writing of any kind. No, what you read before you is a direct byproduct of shepcoon mental reasoning, minor sleep depravity and the ultimate betrayal of a very ugly WRITERS BLOCK. So with that, thanks for reading and understanding! :3*", "writing": "\tMaile noticed the cute rainbow-eyed skunkette gazing casually at her from the hard-rocking sea of mixed faces, making direct eye contact for a majority of the show. \n~\n\t\"Greetings, my fellow fuzz-butts!! Who's ready for a fuckin' rock show?!\" Maxwell called out into a microphone, echoing his shepcoon voice through a large local auditorium hall packed with a grunge-rocking audience of mixed humans and anthros, all devoted Enim-Noinu followers. A large chunk of show-goers spun in a mosh-pit circle, whooping and cheering with raucous applause as the venue's house lights dimmed, setting forth a chain-event of excitement and suspense that quivered throughout the crowd, rippling waves of oncoming adrenaline begging to be kicked into gear. \n\tA hazy-blue gust of marijuana smoke bellowed from Brad's foxy canine-thin nostrils as his hand-paw hammered down a sultry deep riff, starting Enim-Noinu's latest track with a simple restrained guitar melody, smooth and subtle. After a sustained build-up, Calli and Maile both laid down a core foundation of percussion, Maile winking at Calli's DJ'ing abilities as she bit hard and firm into the latest polyrhythmic beat she'd just recently discovered through constant mathematical experimentation and a lot of fiddling around with random percussive instruments such as bongos and tambourines. With Maile behind the snare-clanging helm and Calli maintaining the synths with all their weird creepy background noises, Enim-Noinu took off into their latest unreleased distinctive new approach in style for a grunge rock single, meticulously rehearsed for weeks on end prior to the show, now being performed in its entirety for the first time - uncertainty lingered deep in everyone's worst fears. \n\tLuckily, Enim-Noinu were not known to give into fear but rather to embrace and love every moment of it, even at the expense of their own safety and well-being. \n\n\tMaile grit her shiny ivory red panda teeth while she played hard, rolling through polyrhythms, allowing Max to keep a funky groove on his bass while establishing a core foundation of meticulous timing, funky and spot-on smooth. Maile's hair waved and flourished like Medusa's snake wig, active and robust, always in her face, just past her stubby panda-girl ears, anchored in place with ease by her ram horns during the more particularly heated drumming moments, including solo performances. During one of these particular instances, a certain skunk-girl began feeling a tinge of moisture forming between her thighs in reaction to witnessing Maile Martinez simply wail out her own brand of drum solo to an unsuspecting audience. The sight and sound was enough to render anyone speechless and incapacitated with thorough wanton desire and aggregate lust. Maile's demonic charm and sex-appeal stretched across all expansive mortal planes both near and far, which gave the panda-demoness a firm bout of trouble to contend with while opting to keep a peaceful lifestyle, performing alongside her canine brothers and sole soul-sister, Calli Crimshaw, the cute glasses-wearing Saluki anthro-girl who now damn-near came close to gnawing the mic cover free from her own microphone, fitted into a stand strapped in place upon the edge of her Korg. \n\tCalli plunked the ivory keys of her blessed beloved portable synth-keyboard as she sang with gritty 90s-aesthetic into a mic propped on a stand in front of her, harmonizing alongside Bradley while choosing to add a bare-knuckled burst of criminal edge and gritty grunge-influenced intensity, bringing out her inner Cobain to contrast Brad's calm spiritual on-stage demeanor, a true pairing to behold. \n\tJust mere feet in front of the majority of the anthropomorphic grunge-rock band, surrounding the perimeter of the performing stage, there stood and leaped a slew of hard-rocking anthros, young and old, tested veterans and long-time fans and first-time participants, all equally watching on with avid interest. Most were banging their heads and thrusting their curled fists into the air in harmonious tandem. Others held cell-phones up with cameras illuminated to try and take snapshots and record video footage of the action to harbor later in the hopes of attempting to share it online with a few, maybe just store it away to collect digital decay in the deepest confines of one of many back-up hard drives, who could say. Max hoped their bootlegged concert performances could help make hard-working tour attendees a quick buck or two to afford to eat or maintain proper shelter, his priorities were set far lower than most who stood high on-stage to strum out a wicked assortment of bass guitar licks, something he took a certain sense of pride in. \n\tHigh above Enim-Noinu's heads, the house lights flickered and stage lights illuminated with spotlight beams that swayed to and fro, illuminating the band members with different hues of color, weaving through conical beams that formed through thickets of in-house-produced mist clouds from a misting machine held just off-stage, for enhanced visual effects. All this activity went on strong and steady while a number of brightly-lit cue-beams held Enim-Noinu's general overall surroundings well-lit and secured. The venue was properly secured for both the audience members and the band alike, something not many other locations can easily attest to, based on the number of absolute quarry-barrels Enim-Noinu has performed in through past months. \n\tThe on-site security personnel kept a thin sheen of presence intact between the stage and audience barricades, catching a wild body-surfer or two who grew far too unruly if needed but generally not disturbing or harassing far too many crowd-goers. The audience felt a profound sense of total amnesty and faith in their beloved venue staff and security, perhaps due to the fact that most of the security staff consisted of wild African hyenas and Dobermans, all of an anthro-laden build, fierce and loyal, fitted with the needs to ensure safety as a top priority. \n\tAll the action swept waves through the audience, sending the occasional crowd-surfer or two tumbling along propped-up hand-paws and the backs and heads of others. Some held phones up while others held up water bottles or an occasional hand-written sign. For their latest performance, Brad got one that said \"BITCH PLAY HARDER <3\" and Maile received a sign just behind a particularly gorgeous wide-eyed skunk-girl that said \"MARRY ME LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL!! MY HEART IS YOURS <<33\". Even Gus Stevenson, the band's human elderly touring manager and pseudo-father figure, received sign representation from an older woman, a mid-aged human lady who could've easily been Gus's age. Hers said \"GIVE ME THAT HANDSOME SIDE-BURNED GENTLEMAN AND KEEP THE PLUSHIES AT HOME!\"\n\tThis sign above the rest sent Enim-Noinu into a visible mockery-meltdown in-between songs, with Max calling the sign out and Brad and Maile bringing Gus on-stage to introduce him. The man bowed and reflected a very bright spotlight shining down on-stage from the shiny gleaning surface of his bald head, which blinded a number of audience members for a moment and sent Calli and Maile into hysterics. Gus wiped a sheen of sweat free from his brow, mimed a phone in his ear and mouthed the words CALL ME to the elderly sign-holder woman who nodded and smiled with a few teeth left, simply bedazzling with charm and sex appeal. Max smacked his knees with guffawing laughter and shook his head, sending his dreadlocks flinging into his canine-slender shepherd's face. Gus stepped off-stage and the band continued their performance, despite having a brief escapism moment with the audience interactivity and the reading of their goofy, creative and altogether intriguing ideas. \n\tGus rocked and swayed near an amplifier, maybe one of Bradley's? He couldn't say. Damn, the production value is immeasurably realized for this concert, Gus thought to himself as he stood in the sidelines directly off-stage, watching Enim-Noinu play their latest single while holding his breath with nervous anticipation over the audience's genuine reaction to new music. Luckily, Gus felt satisfied with the outcome as he watched the audience nearly eat Enim-Noinu's latest single right up, giving into the heart of pure merciless intensity while the anthro musicians hung onto their instruments for dear life, swirling through spiraling clouds of mist, stage-hands keeping a watchful eye on faulty equipment such as a busted mic stand or a broken guitar string. \n~\n\tDuring Enim-Noinu's performance, among the crowd stood a curvaceous young spotted skunk, watching on with rainbow-hued eyes. Her precious kind-natured heart was left aflutter and her sights were set directly on Maile and the red panda girl's ferocity and drumming prowess. Her attraction h wooed the skunkette harder than she could've ever hoped to anticipate. She whispered low and softly to nobody in particular: \"Oh, Maile Martinez. My goodness, I gotta get to know this cute ring-tail even better. Maybe after the show, she might be up for a bit of extra company? Lord, I certainly hope so. I also hope I could help her wind down a bit, should be a whole lot of hot and bothered fu-\" \n\tMaile made a stark fetching moment of direct eye-contact with the skunkette and felt a burst of attraction blossom forth, eyes leaning towards skunk-girl's candy-cotton-pink hair, their luscious curvaceous figure and gorgeous trendy outfit. While playing through a particularly complicated set-piece, as Maile gazed on, the luscious skunk-girl licked away at their lips with fraught anticipation of fun times dead-ahead - if only there were easier access to the backstage area so she could gain some form of contact. \n\tYet somehow, Loraine wouldn't falter, not for an opportunity like sustaining a burst of prolonged satisfactory pleasure with Maile Martinez herself. Loraine had heard many rumors but until then, refused to believe just how utterly captivating Maile could be when seen performing live in person. Seeing her in the flesh definitely helped give Loraine Delatoire a burst of much-appreciated longing and yearning for the little red panda girl and all her fierce drumming prowess.\n\tA guardian angel in the form of a crowd-surfer nearly landed on top of the skunkette's head. A young goat-guy came rolling towards the stage nearly out of nowhere, hooves swaying above every other anthro and human head in mere proximity, twirling in mad succession. One of his hoofed ankles nearly bonked against Loraine's cranium, if not for a kind semi-nude fox-guy stepping in to prevent a collision from occurring. He palmed the goat guy's ankle as if reciting incredulous karate, shoving his knee and ankle aside firm and direct. The fox-guy wore a pair of Speedos and not much else, much to Loraine's adoration. The fox-guy managed to propel goat-guy's hooves from Loraine's head, avoiding a potential messy scene during Enim-Noinu's live performance. \n\t\"Woah there, dude! Just go over there and rest it off, already!\" Fox-guy gave the crowd-surfing goat one final shove before returning back to Loraine with haste, pummeling his way through a somewhat unruly crowd. \"Hey, lil' skunkette, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?\" Fox-guy called out to Loraine, genuinely concerned for her safety. The gracious skunk nodded.\n\t\"Nah, he didn't hurt me one bit. Thanks a WHOLE lot for keeping me safe, dude!\" Loraine said with a heartfelt smile, fluttering a perfectly adorable cute pink button nose. The handsome Speedo-wearing fox-guy smiled and held up a pair of devil-horns before lending forth his attention back to the performers, whooping and hollering. Loraine saw this handsome young fox-guy with pointed blonde highlights and red tips adorning his natural foxy hair hoist a young pink-furred vixen girl onto his shoulders, holding her up for leverage, to catch a better view of the performers on-stage. The young vixen threw up her fists while cheering on one of her favorite bands with a smile and wide eyes of adoration that scanned between each musician on-stage. \n\tLoraine urged towards the front of the stage then felt a strange foreign tugging sensation around her scruffy neck and looked down to realize the goat-guy's lanyard had flung free from around his own bony thin neck, somehow inadvertently wringing itself around her potent fluff. In the flashing lights from the stage, Loraine could barely make out the words \"Enim-Noinu Backstage Pass\" printed meticulously on the front of the badge that now hung around her neck, as if it had adopted a new owner, or as if the fates of chance and fate suddenly gave Mistress Delatoire a chance at something bigger than big. An urge to return the pass back to goat-guy arose immediately from within but Loraine knew without any shadow of a doubt that he was all but forgotten about by then, lost to the rock show fray. The horn-headed hooved dude probably got hitched with a random crowd-surfer or got dragged away by the cops or chaperoned to a local hospital by an ER unit after overdosing severely, who could say? So it was with a faint hint of reluctance that Loraine held onto the back-stage VIP pass and proceeded to inch their way swiftly through the crowd step by step to a corner-edge of the stage, heavily manned by security units that had no affiliation with the venue whatsoever but acted as hired thugs for Enim-Noinu's safety's sake. \n~\n\tUpon arrival after shoving through dozens of groups of wild concert-goers, even nearly running straight back into an active moshpit, Loraine Delatoire at last reached Harvey, Enim-Noinu's trusted head security personnel, a savage scruffy terrier and beloved canine-anthro. Loraine flashed him the backstage pass around her neck, he glanced down and acknowledged it, moving aside to let the lovely curvaceous skunk through, sustaining a blush from catching an eyeful of her bodacious chest upon letting her pass through. Loraine's heart raced with nervous excitement and giggly anticipation as she walked swiftly up a flight of stairs illuminated by LED strips towards where Gus Stevenson stood, watching his anthro grunge rock band play on. Loraine recognized the elderly bald-headed man's face from somewhere, maybe a metal magazine or a local billboard but in any case, the skunkette opted to say hi with a smile, clacking her way close by with high-heeled pumps that glimmered with sparkling indigo hues. Gus returned with his own kind gesture, scooting aside to allow extra room for Loraine to catch a glimpse of the performance from the sidelines comfortably. \n\t\"Greetings, young skunky-lass! Many thanks for comin' to their rock show! Aye, ye fancy y'self a drink, by chance?\" Gus asked. He looked down at Loraine's backstage pass and nodded with affirmation, ensuring Loraine wasn't actually sneaking a peek by illegal means from the crowd out in front, sneaking her way back by way of settling on unfair practices. Loraine rubbed at the backstage pass nervously, dancing along to the band's groove as Gus gave her a thumbs-up and a wink, perfectly convinced that her presence was meant to be and for all Loraine knew, it probably was.\n\t\"Of course! I'd heard of how good these guys were but I never imagined. They're simply amazing!\" Loraine said with a grin of nervous excitement, eyes fixated on Maile Martinez, drummer extraordinaire. From one corner of her eye, Loraine witnessed Gus react towards her approval of his band with pride afloat in his wrinkled face. He simply beamed and smiled wide with an accomplished victorious smile of kings, nearly shedding a tear from one crows-foot-laden corner of his almond-crescent eyelid.\n\t\"Ah, thanks! They've been rehearsing this one for a while now but I think they've found their stride at last. Thank goodness, I say! You'd be surprised how many times Maile gave the boys a good thrashing over riff changes in the end!\" Gus said casually, not knowing how wet he was making Loraine feel just then and there about Maile Martinez.\n\t\"Is that so? Righteous!\" Loraine said, uncertain as to what Gus was actually saying. All Loraine knew was that Maile looked especially beautiful from a side-angle while sat in place behind her drum kit setup and she could hardly even imagine the red panda girl hollering and yelling with fierce determination at the other guys during rehearsal periods. Loraine wanted a lot more than an autograph from Maile Martinez after their show wrapped up, that was for damn sure. \n~\n\tAfterwards, most of the crowd dispersed, leaving behind teeming piles of post-recyclables like water bottles, plastic cups and tags from concert T-shirts sold in modest supplies, commanding the nurturing aspects of supply and demand while keeping voluntary staff especially busy.\n\tMaxwell, Bradley, Calli and Maile walked off-stage fuming with post-performance adrenaline. Once they stepped outside from the local auditorium, they crossed over a muddy bridge of plywood planks laid in place over a mound of slippery topsoil which led straight into their green-room trailer, set up on the fly just before arriving to Brookings, Oregon - Maxwell's beloved hometown. The air outside felt cool and dank, cavernous with a hint of earthen aroma lingering steadily underfoot. Somewhere nearby, someone was handling a controlled burn and the scent of charred oak pervaded the air through the earthen aromatic splendor. This same air of crisp burnt audacity lingered steadily in Enim-Noinu's glorified dressing room, making it slightly hard to take long sustained breaths after a while. Loraine's heart raced with nervous anticipation and excitement, knowing it could've easily been goat-boy walking head-first into Enim-Noinu's dirty little dressing-room trailer, had it not been for that kind foxy gentleman protecting a sweet skunk's head from a hooved blow to the very back of her skull. \n\tWhat were the odds of little old me making it this far? Loraine thought and questioned as the rest of the band members piled into the dirty little trailer, some to bathe and wash off the adrenaline, others to let loose and relax by way of other impervious means. A couple additional friends and associates walked in with the band, including the fox-guy and his young pink-furred vixen girlfriend, followed by a trio of young anthro girls. Maxwell, the group's bassist and shepcoon maniac, introduced Loraine to himself respectfully, welcoming her to Enim-Noinu's humble little slice of paradise. Loraine smiled and nodded as Max introduced her to the others: the foxy-guy who had saved her was named Seb and his young vixen girlfriend went by Colleene, respectively. A sporty young hyena girl, her unique and super-gorgeous vixen friend who held a sketchbook in her hand-paws and a raccoon girl who held a thermos in her dainty adorable hand-paws. She offered Max a Styrofoam cup from a small knapsack she held around her shoulder and he accepted happily as she poured a small bit of foamy hot liquid into his Styrofoam cup. He sipped it and thanked her profusely as she blushed and nodded, accepting his thanks with humble strides. \n\t\"Thanks, Coco! This is delicious! Ah, so Loraine, this is Coco, she's one of our regulars and a long-time friend of Evelyn, who's on good friendly terms with Calli, our keyboardist doggo. She's also a beloved friend of Kara, the hyena girl back there mucking it up with Maile. Ladies, are we all feeling fit and decent? Anyone in need of any refreshments?\" Max asked the group, who equally declined and shook their heads.\n\t\"We're all in decent shape, shepcoon. Thanks for your kindness, that's my special brew!\" Coco said, smiling wide and nodding in affirmation towards Maxwell. Kara thanked Max for his offering while Evelyn tore a small sheet of paper from her sketchbook, offering it to Maxwell, all the while showing a tiny bit of apprehension. Max reached out gently and grabbed the paper free from Evelyn's fidgeting hand-paws. He glanced down at the sketch-page and gazed at himself depicted in a cool Anime-influenced style battling demonic overlords with his battle-axe bass guitar. Max's jaw dropped.\n\t\"Dang, this is awesome!! Thank you kindly, Evelyn! You are a remarkable artist, dear one.\" Max thanked Evelyn for her drawing, giving the foxy girl a pat on her shoulder and a quick kiss on her forehead. Evelyn's cheeks blushed furiously and she bowed her head to offer her own means of thanks for such a cool performance and for supporting her artwork on-stage, something Loraine wasn't even aware of until then. Calli stepped in and hugged Evelyn, thanking the girl for coming and for providing such incredible on-stage art. They embraced for a time and Kara gave Maile a fond embrace, hugging the red panda girl considerably tight, almost like a big sister. \n\tLoraine felt their love for one another swelter and swell from within, like a tight-knit sisterhood of anthro-girls who each possessed a firm understanding of one another while maintaining their own independent qualities and traits. Loraine Delatoire felt a profound respect for the friends and potential groupies of Enim-Noinu. Nowhere near as trashy as one might hope to expect, considering the type of grunge-rocking hard music they played. Loraine realized how integral it is to never, ever judge any book by its cover, which went double-hard for any rock group's direct crowd demographic. The girls all departed from the trailer but not before giving Loraine Delatoire one final farewell greeting. Precious young Coco, Evelyn Dawson, Kara O'Reilly, Seb and Colleene - all hard-rockers, talented artists, baristas, sports enthusiasts, trusted associates to Enim-Noinu and long-standing contemporaries whom Loraine may have potentially befriended in another lifetime, had she not been subjected to so much through Slut.CO so many years prior in her own lifetime. She admired the longevity of rock music and the variety of entire demographics it had the power of addressing unanimously with a similar message.\n\t~\n\t\"DUDE, you nailed that solo! Freaking gnarly!!\" Max exclaimed, rubbing his hand-paws against Brad's shoulders in a warm hugging embrace from behind. Bradley, the guitarist and spiritual foundation of the group, sat and took Max's intrusive massaging as well as anyone could hope to expect, grinning amicably with a fond chuckle lingering beneath baited breath.\n\t\"Thanks, shepcoon, you handled your end particularly well, too. Dude, way to stick the slapping in that breakdown, I almost didn't think we'd make it at first!\" Brad said through teeth bared as he winced to lift Max onto his shoulders, realizing just how heavy his bassist was and regretting his choices immediately. \n\t\"Ah, ye have little faith in thy fellow bassist, young grass-hoppah!\" Max said. He head-butted Bradley gently but with firm resilience, startling Loraine. Their canine foreheads clashed against each other with a wickedly loud brisk snap and they both fell down into the trailer's dirty busted dining room seats, dazed and perplexed. They both equally exchanged laughter all at once as Calli shook her Saluki head with frustration, smacking her forehead. She swept in to intervene, offering warmth and comfort unto Bradley while simultaneously scorning him for being so damn dumb. Calli's glasses flashed glinting light reflections into Max's one good eye briefly.\n\t\"Brad, I love you but for real, sometimes both you and your 'brother' can be real fucking morons, dude.\" Calli quipped, adjusting her glasses while attempting to adjust Brad's work-shirt collar, drenched in wet dog scent, causing Calli's nostrils to quiver with each inhaled breath.\n\t\"AH, the prodigal Catholic schoolgirl daughter returns at last!\" Max hollered out loud at Calli while miming oral sex with his tongue and curled hand-paw, making Calli scoff audibly loud, nose scrunched into a stern perplexed frown with her eyes squinted to slivers, amplified visually by her glasses. She seemed adorable, even in her profound frustration in her bassist and band-leader.\n\tBradley just giggled aloud, raising a hand-paw up to Calli's muzzle and rubbing her cheek with loving affection.\n\t\"Thanks, babe, you always know how to make me feel my very best.\" Brad said, unafraid of sounding goofier than shit. Max laughed and held his belly, pointing at how insurmountably silly his guitarist acted right then and there. Amateurs, every last damn one of them, Calli thought, as she held onto Brad, snarling beneath a low light at Maxwell, questioning her involvement with this dysfunctional band of idiot savant hybrids.\n\tMaile observed her band's moron-laden carnival affair with a long towel draped over her shoulders and an open bottle of water held in one hand-paw, drumsticks clenched tight in the other. Her pose remained stoic and contemplative, despite their behavior being anything but.\n\tGus gave Seb and Colleene a parting farewell before returning his attention back to the young skunkette. Maile's demoness-panda eyes flashed with a lush green esoteric glow, illuminating the bridge of her stubby red panda-girl snout, making her look captivating in the low lighting of the makeshift fake-ass converted dressing room. Only Loraine noticed the water in Maile's cup had begun to sizzle and boil as if poured fresh from a kettle, yet she had merely just now poured it from a nearby plastic water bottle, previously unopened and unheated. Loraine watched the whole process from the beginning, wondering how Maile could produce and materialize such overwhelming heat from seemingly nowhere. Perhaps the rumors about her demonic hellish origins really were true, after all. Not that Loraine particularly cared much, she'd only heard strange ramblings about demonic entities inhabiting the mortal plane from her adopted guardian, Aeylin. \n\tLoraine reached up and rubbed at a small heart pendant that dangled freely from a pink collar strung around her neck. On this pendant there lay an etched message from Aeylin with a special phrase to call upon, should Loraine ever face any insurmountable danger in the realm of mortals. Hopefully she never faced such a crisis that she'd be forced to rely upon reciting the phrase for her own safety and health.\n~\n\tMaile silently pointed towards the shower, urging Loraine to follow her and to forget the others. Little did the others realize, Maile was about to break her dry-spell after many months of no action with anyone besides herself.\n~\n\tLoraine stepped nervously into the bathroom and met up with Maile, sat relaxed in place in a small cramped RV-sized personal shower. Her legs were crossed in place and her thick shoulders drooped low, with chestnut-brunette hair resting generously in whorls and locks upon her naked exposed chest. Maile caught sight of the skunkette through her drooping hair. Her eyes glowed green as she admired Loraine's curvaceous figure and her ideal fashion sense, sporting a pair of tight denim jeans and a halter-top blouse with ribbons tied in her hair and on the tip of her fluffy skunk-tail, all adorned by a pair of splendid indigo high-heeled pumps. A damn sexy burst of intrigue. Maile could hardly resist the urge to reach down and fondle at her vagina right then and there, gazing upon the sight of such a captivating skunkette such as Loraine Delatoire. \n\t\"Holy Cripes, girl. How are you so damn sexy?\"\n\t\"M-me? But… it's you! I mean, you are so beautiful, Ms. Maile, you were phenomenal behind your drumkit earlier, so cool and on-point! I love how you held the beat down, even through so much carnage.\" Loraine moaned aloud, reaching down to hug Maile close, curling her ringed red panda girl's tail around her own spotted skunkette's tail. She was captivated enough to find herself immobilized by Maile's charm and sex-appeal. Loraine wanted to accept any order Maile saw fit, even if it meant getting down on all fours for the panda-girl's carnality-driven pleasure. \n\t\"Leave it to a demoness to handle the barrage of noise. You are so gracious, dear! I'm glad we can take a quick moment to truly enjoy and appreciate each other.\" Maile said, inhaling Loraine's chest-fluff, moaning aloud in reaction to the exquisite sweetness of Loraine's skunkiest aroma, masturbating herself steadily with legs spread wide. Loraine smiled with her eyes wide and yanked her top free, exposing her perky breasts to Maile. Once revealed, Loraine's blouse top stretched and collapsed into a skimpy bit of thin golden-chained harnesses and straps with velvet indigo purple, a full-bodied outfit with heart-shaped coverlets and a single pink collar strapped with a hanging talisman adorned unto her by the one who saved her life, Aeylin.\n\tLoraine's memories and thoughts drifted back to the often troubled times of Slut.co and all the upsetting remorse that came with the baggage of being their flawed test subject, doomed to a lifetime of submissive desire, yet Loraine refused to back down forever and remain as their humble puppet. Even now, trembling with bundles of nerves from within, Loraine Delatoire felt right at home with her skunk's hand-paws probing Maile's back and shoulders, hugging her red panda warmth and savory water-drenched fluff close enough to slide Loraine's long pierced skunk-tongue against Maile's cheek with robust tasty satisfaction. Both girls lapped and licked at each other's faces hungrily as Maile felt Loraine dry-hump against her backside, panting aggressively hard and fast, nearly out of breath, hungry for swift yuri relief. There was a faint muskiness in the air, a stale seminal stench of feminine estrus, very hormonal. Maile reached down behind her rump and fondled at a sizable erection growing between Loraine's thighs. Maile's demonic edge kicked into gear as the panda-girl gazed back at the sexy skunkette, grinning with a low steady greediness, a yearning anticipation of things to come and come hard with Loraine gripping the helm with rock-steady precision. \n~\n\tIn the bowels of Maile's desecrated inner-seventh-ring-of-Hell previously-inhabited home, no secret stays secret forever and no discrimination reigns supreme for all creatures are handled with the same treatment. No mortals could ever hope to interfere, only languish and expire alongside the hundreds and thousands of others who are cast forth into the sandy hellish domain of Maile's demonic origins, that cursed deplorable inner-seventh ring of hell, consisting of a river of sandy fire, scalding hot enough to sear and singe the very flesh clean from the sordid bodies of rapists and mutilators alike. Dante Aligheri himself couldn't have written it any better if he tried in his own native tongue.\n\tThe bubonic gods of the Nether-realm and the merciless drivel of fallen angels and redeemed devils alike bowed and catered to the Satan-spawn princess who now assembled a red panda's form in disguise, actively engaged in carnality and erection-induced naughtiness amongst mere mortals.\n\tMaile and Loraine embraced each other's pleasures admirably, stripping down to their nude naked natural selves. Maile raised her ringed red panda tail and propped one leg against a dining room chair as she felt Loraine's scrumptious rock-hard penis scrape and prod against her exposed sweat-glinting sex, tucking and prodding in between a mound of luscious fuzzy natural feminine pubes. Maile puckered up nervously in reaction to Loraine's initial penile prodding but soon, the red panda girl licked her lips and swayed herself into a funky vibe of thrusting and grinding, fully embracing Loraine's bump-N-grind motions with a bevy of pelvic thrusting in reaction to her own heavy prodding. The sensation made Maile wince and grit her teeth with a subtle burst of initial pain at first but she excused the initial reaction, reminding herself that it'd been a long while since she had any form of action from anyone besides Sammy, her trustworthy canine companion. She aimed to embrace the pleasure tenfold. \n\t\"Ah, God, yes! Mmm, fuck, so big! You feel tremendous, please don't stop!\" Maile urged Loraine to continue. Loraine wrapped her arms around Maile's shoulders and pressed her firm knot against Maile's ass with repeated thrusts, tongue resting against Maile's neck.\n\t\"Your desire is my pleasure to fulfill, darling panda-girl. You performed so well tonight, the least I can do is return the favor with a desirable performance of my own.\" Loraine said, whispering soft and gently into Maile's ear while conducting a grand display of vulgar buggery, smacking Maile's ass hard and firm against her thighs, feeling her skunk-belly clap and collide repeatedly against Maile's luscious mound of Venus. Maile reached up and caressed Loraine's muzzle lovingly as she felt a small burst of pre-cum shoot against her backside, covering her tail with warmth and permeating her rear with immediate dripping hot sticky lust. Loraine spun Maile around to face her directly snout-to-snout and hoisted the panda-girl up into her skunkette arms, legs raised and spread wide. Maile's long feverishly pink tongue slid into Loraine's gaping skunkette maw and they both exchanged a sloppy wet passionate kiss as Maile felt Loraine's cute knotted penis prodding against firmly against her tailhole, fuzzy tail swaying back and forth, tickling at her taint with fierce intensity. Maile wrapped her legs around Loraine's waist and pressed herself down admirably onto Loraine's penile girth, feeling a wet warm prodding of skunkette flesh and gasping at the immediate pleasure from engaging in direct anal contact, embracing every moment of the initial penetration. Maile felt Loraine slide in slow and gently at first, moaning aloud and licking at the tuft of fur between Maile's cleavage, savoring the red panda's natural curvaceousness. After enough foreplay and intimacy, Loraine heeded the urge and beckoning call of Maile's deepest urges and gnarliest yearning desires by becoming the boyfriend she never knew she deserved but felt grateful enough to cross paths with. Loraine hugged Maile close as they began to thrust and pound into her with merciless haste, foregoing any subtlety in favor of absolute reckless abandon as Loraine fucked Maile incredibly hard up her red panda girl's ass in a missionary position. \n~\n\tThe night air outside of the trailer felt still and motionless with a low fog drenched in the valley where the band were now camped out, snug in the center of a swampy Pacific Northwestern valley marshland. Luckily for Enim-Noinu, the venue played off without a single hitch experienced, despite the ancient conditions and over-expired fire safety protocols that they had initially encountered. All things considered, they managed to perform to a solid crowd turnout and engage with plenty of local touring artists to help spread the word of their musical comeuppance, even though their following was very modest at best. Loraine Delatoire felt gracious enough to count herself among the ranks. If the opportunity to sodomize the band's drummer wasn't a cue for potential future relations, Loraine didn't know what else on earth could be even remotely considered a much finer gesture of good faith. \n\tFucking the little drummer-panda girl's German shepherd dog, maybe?\n\tLoraine's self-sustained dominance felt righteous and very welcome to Maile. Her exposed red panda girl's breasts bounced and jiggled against Loraine's smooth aromatic skunkette chest and equally-proportioned breasts, producing a stellar hint of friction-induced warmth that sweltered from within Maile's chest, threatening to cause her to faint from such feelings of intimacy and vast lustful ecstasy. Warmth from the running water of the shower poured down over their fur-adorned anthro bodies, creating a blanket of foggy steam in the small bathroom all around them. \n\tLoraine's head slid down Maile's belly, lapping her tongue at her navel and tinged abs, causing Maile to shiver and tremble with affection. Loraine kept the panda girl's thighs spread wide and slid her long pierced tongue against the exposed surface of Maile's swollen red hairy pube-smothered vagina while inhaling whiffs of her fuzzy mound, wedging her snout between Maile's groin to indulge in her aromatic attractiveness. Loraine's tongue melted into Maile's warmth and wetness as she slathered herself in figure-eight motions against Maile's demonic scorching-hot panda-girl vulva. Maile's knees buckled and her legs spun and stuck out firm, kicking at the small restroom's interior walls. At one point, Maile nearly kicked the door open, disturbing the others outside if there were many others outside to be disturbed, for most of Enim-Noinu's friends had already long-since departed, returning home to their own mutual humble abodes for the evening with reflections of their friend's latest performance fresh in mind.\n\tLoraine used the memory of Maile's drum solo to enhance her gluttonous carnality as she rammed her tongue as deep as she could afford to reach into Maile Martinez's spread-wide vaginal crevice, actively masturbating the throbbing knotted erection that grew hard and firm between her skunk-girl thighs. Maile shrieked and moaned, gasping for air and nibbling down firmly on her lower lip, wincing and heaving through sheer intoxicating pleasure as Loraine nibbled directly upon her clitoris, sliding her curved tongue into Maile's vaginal slit, pressing firmly against her vulva and tickling at her labia folds with her tongue, driving Maile out of her panda-demoness mind with orgasmic desire. Maile reached down and clenched hold of Loraine's sultry hot black-pink hair, so cotton-candy hued and billowy with warmth and fluffy soft textures! Dragging her finger-paws and combing through Loraine's hair, rubbing at her skunky scalp generously, Maile Martinez felt a swelling of tingles build up to immeasurable numbing heights within the center of her belly, stemming freely from her groin. She shivered and hyperventilated as Loraine rubbed at the soft sensitive space in Maile's hoof that she always loved to have rubbed generously.\n\t\"Oh yes, yes, that's it, don't stop, fuck, you're so good at this, so talented! Make me cum, darling! Let's cum together, fuck yes! Fuck!\" Maile said through girlish moaning and panting, sounding like a right-proper bitch in heat begging to be knotted balls-deep by her master. Her legs spread wider than ever before and Maile started to grind in place against Loraine's jaw, riding on her chin, feeding the skunkette one orgasm after another, drowning the poor spotted skunk in roughly a pint of her mixed female estrus and Loraine's ejaculate, demonic and spicy with the aftertaste of skunky spunk and dank underground canine immunities. Maile let go of Loraine's hair and Loraine wrapped her arms around Maile's thighs to latch on firmly in place, anchoring her snout between Maile's thighs to finish the cunnilingus she'd once started. Maile heaved and her tongue jutted out between her teeth as she bit down firmly, holding back the urge to give herself a forearm hickey. Maile's groin became shallow and tingly and she felt herself letting go, losing the urge to hold onto her pee, which is what she felt at first but quickly realized her groin wasn't urinating but legitimately ejaculating fresh estrus, fresh spunk. The sensation riled Maile Martinez up with exquisite candor and her tail wagged wildly against Loraine's chest as her pussy leaked and squirted freely upon Loraine's dainty cute skunkette face, rolling Maile's goat-eyes back into her head and causing her tongue to lash out and slide firmly against the ridged ceiling of her maw. She shivered and trembled and let out a high-pitched wail that sounded like a long-sustained note registered in a higher wail than expected, making the glass windowsills rattle in place and the reflective bathroom mirror tremble on rusted hinges.\n~\n\t\"Um, okay, so I guess we'll be heading out now. We'll catch up with you guys later!\" Kara said with a smile fitted in place to shield her explosive embarrassed blush from the others. Evelyn's fur ran red with her own embarrassed blush that sent small waves of heat shimmering from her glasses, causing her to hide her muzzle behind her sketchbook with incredibly shy nervousness. Seb and Colleene cocked their heads in confusion over the strange high-pitched wailing noises they were hearing, practically refusing to believe they were hearing their very own Maile Martinez crying out for orgasmic mercy. Coco just giggle-snorted through the disjointed erotic sounds of Maile getting her pussy eaten out something fierce by that nice Skunky herm-girl whom she'd met earlier and engaged with a fresh cup of chai tea, of which Loraine accepted graciously and thanks Coco for multiple times. \n\tThe girls excused themselves from Enim-Noinu's company and after departing alongside Seb and Colleene, left the band behind in a remarkable wake of silence, a glimmering aftermath of a wild and crazy performance at long last winding down into an immutable and relaxed calming silence.\n\tBut not for everyone, so it bloody damn-well seemed.\n~\n\tMaile and Loraine exchanged shared glimpses of absolute yearning desire as Maile clung onto Loraine's body like a funnel-web spider, refusing to loosen her grip, thighs clenched shut tight around Loraine's waist, with hooven feet locked in place behind her fluffy-tailed backside. Loraine reached up and wrapped her dainty hand-paws around Maile's ram horns, hanging onto her for stability and support as her thrusts began to speed up and her grinding pelvic thrusts amplified in intensity, feeling cum leaking free from Maile's fucked-senseless ass. Maile embraced the invigorating intensity as she gave into Loraine's pleasure, spreading her legs harder and wider than ever before, allowing her groin to fully immerse itself into Loraine's lap. This was enough to cause Maile's head to jerk back and straddle Loraine's lap like a horny cowbitch in heat, snarling and wincing her teeth, gritting and gasping with proverbial lust incarnate, breasts flopping firmly against her neck and abs with each balls-deep thrust, causing Maile's legs to tremble and her knees to buckle wildly, hooves planted firmly in place on each side of Loraine's adorable skunk-girl ankles. Soon enough, between the firm pressure of being ridden so hard on Loraine's lap and the scalding hot warmth from the busted shower-head spraying a steady stream down upon Maile's chest, dousing her perky red panda-lady tits in freshly-heated tap-water, enough to wash away any excess cum and female estrus that may have built up and leaked free from Maile's fucked-wild orifices. \n\t\"That's certainly one way to wash a lady clean, isn't it? Fortunately for us both, I'm beyond the capacity of mere lady. I suppose we both are, darling.\" Maile said, eyes aglow with a sheer vivid green hue, almost radioactive in nature, alien-like and foreboding. She smiled and nurtured Loraine with gentle kisses and cheek rubs while holding firm her grip, hoofed legs attached to Loraine's skunky waist, refusing to let go or loosen.\n~\n\tAll the while, just outside the trailer's only bathroom space, stood the other Enim-Noinu band members, all inadvertently listening in on the action with avid curiosity and a morbid sense of perverted intrigue, even if they had very little to no choice in the matter. Maxwell remembered briefly seeing Loraine in the crowd during one of the band's heavier numbers with an abundant fair share of crowd-surfing and assembled mosh-pits but never imagined she'd be the one who Maile would eventually get fresh with in the long run. Then again, Maxwell knew not to underestimate the attractive power of a demoness-hybrid. Max had foreseen another outcome entirely with Maile's evening but felt pleasantly surprised to see (or hear) the bodacious sexy curvy skunkette getting her frisk on with Maxwell's demonic little drummer panda-girl. As a result, he opted to keep any interest afloat and step in if needed for any additional pleasure, should the need arise. Maile seemed to be handling herself much better than expected however, so Max felt no need to intervene. Besides, for all he knew, maybe Loraine wasn't as into shepcoon dudes as he thought she would be.\n\tMax just sat back and watched as the trailer shook and rocked in tandem to the humping and thrusting motions coming from the bathroom, which made it very hard for the shepcoon to keep proper rhythm in check while playing on a new Hatsune Miku-themed mobile music game he had been addicted to for a long while during their latest touring stint. Maxwell needed no further reason to play the silly little anime-based game, other than the fact that it offered a distraction every so often from outside interference such as love-birds fucking audibly loud right next door to his exact location.\n\tIt is clearly no big secret as to what's happening in the fucking bathroom, Max thought to himself through a wave of bitter envy and hostile self-imposed jealousy while resisting the urge to slap off hard and heavily outside of the bathroom's only small window, attempting to sneak a peek of Loraine's girth or Maile's pussy receiving a tongue-full of attention. Maile's moaning gasps and Loraine's snarling skunkette wails could be heard halfway across the planet if broadcast just right from the guttural little swampy haven they now found themselves practically buried in. Maile and her new skunky butt-buddy were nearly at risk of waking the dead with their audibly loud pleasurable moaning, which irritated Max to no end in sight. Maxwell considered himself and the rest of the band lucky to be located in such a remote rural countryside region that couldn't possibly recognize the sound of Maile's voice in such a heated tone, enough to give the local paparazzi familiarity vibes and promote them to sell a shitty sound clip or unsavory photo to the wrong damn anthro-based tabloid news source.\n\tGus wore a pair of thick Sennseiser headphones and a strange little old man's grin pasted spry on his lips as he assembled a small tabletop jigsaw puzzle, working with an adorable image of puppies squished into a picnic basket. He was nearly complete with only a few pieces left to place, mostly within the image of the basket's fine weave. On a small portable handheld radio resting on a table-top counter nearby, he had the dial tuned in to a local classic rock station which now played Led Zeppelin's finest hour, Dazed & Confused. \n\tCalli and Bradley sat cross-legged in the driver and passenger seats near the front of the RV trailer and main entry door, sharing a rolled-up marijuana joint, passing a hand-rolled paper tube of potent top-shelf ganja between each other, toking in small but firm increments. In between tokes, they would share breaths of smoke-infused air, like snowballing but not with cum, just breaths of raw cannabis. Hazy waves of rigorous smoke filled the air all around them as Gus switched on a small tabletop fan and clenched it onto an overhead skylight. He flicked on a switch and the fan began to run very hard and fast, buzzing with a solemn monotonous drone as the cannabis haze sucked up through the ceiling's only wide opening. A burst of natural moonlight peered through the opening, illuminating the trailer with a luminous glow. They proceeded to indulge freely for a while, burning the joint down to a mere roach-clip then breaking the clip apart to smoke the rest of the flower-bud in a handheld glass pipe, disposing of the rolled-up paper tube into a nearby ashtray as Gus's adorable little fan vacuumed the smoke clear from the condensed dressing room. \n\tNothing could hope to officially silence the ongoing naughty endeavors of Maile and Loraine.\n\t\"Should we perhaps go and try to convince them to take it somewhere a bit more private?\" Max asked Gus after a moment, frowning and sighing aloud in audible frustration, if not felt only by himself and he alone. Brad and Calli both held back bursts of laughter, refraining from letting loose too heavily. Gus just shook his head casually, rubbing his balding head and shrugging his beefy shoulders with a profound fuck-if-I-know sort of nonchalance. He held a small toothpick between his teeth, nibbling on it habitually with his legs crossed while sat in place at one of the dining room's petite chairs. \n\t\"Nah, they're perfectly fine in there, we don't need to interfere with their ongoing endeavors. We can clearly hear some serious fuckin' going on, right? So why spoil a good thing with our presence all lingerin' about? Lord knows, we don't need to be here for them if they'd rather not have us around to spoil their fun. This is a private matter, after all. Come on, gang, I'll buy each of ya one round apiece.\"\n\tSamson, Maile's pet German shepherd, scratched and pawed at the bathroom door, demanding to be let in with his master immediately after being let in from the outside. The feral dog whined and sniffed at the small wooden-latch door, yearning for his red panda master. Max pointed at Sammy. \"What about him? He clearly wants to be let in to hang out with his mama, so should we let him in? Suggesting the dumb dog don't get screwed or abused or something.\" Max said, knowing damn-well the gravity of which his words resided upon. \n\tBrad inhaled a particularly deep toke from the pipe he shared with Calli. His eyes nearly crossed as he held in the urge to cough sporadically. Once he overcame the latest toke-down, he opened his eyes as wide as he could afford to manage and fished out a dog-treat from a nearby bag left on the small kitchen counter in a shiny metallic bowl alongside his walking leash and a ravaged bite-mark-smothered chew toy, evidently Sammy's favorite. Brad blew a whiff of pure blue ganja smoke out of an open trailer window on the side of the actual unit itself near the entry door and held the treat down towards Sammy's cheek-side. The pup craned his head back at a funny angle and opened his jaw just wide enough to gobble up the treat from Brad's pinched hand-paws. Bradley rubbed at Sammy's muzzle lovingly as the dog consumed the treat with gulping large chewing bursts, wagging his tail wildly, smacking and snorting audibly. The sight and sound could be deemed as equally adorable.\n\t\"Good boy. Wanna go see your master, Sambo? Who's a good Sam-Sam?\" Bradley said to Sammy, adjusting his tone of voice to that of a new father engaging with their beloved infant child. Brad opened the door and let Sammy in just fast enough to pull the door shut once more after Sammy slipped in. \n\t\"And with that, they'll never leave the bathroom now.\" Calli snickered and hugged herself against Bradley closer as the two began to embrace one another in a wet, sloppy kiss. Brad stood up, broke the kiss and whispered out loud: \"Maybe not. They've got toilet access, bedroom access, pantry access - shit, they're living large in there. All good! How about you and I go see that one kick-ass place we discovered earlier, what say you, Calli-Cal?\" Bradley asked his Saluki girlfriend, holding onto a shred of fox-stern gruffness. Calli nodded and smiled wide, poking her nose against Brad's cheek with romantic elegance, nuzzling her snout against his neck while planting canine Eskimo kisses along his shoulders and face. She smiled and nodded, eyes sparkling wide behind wire-rimmed spectacles. \n\t\"Huh, guess I'll take that as a yes.\" Brad replied.\n\tCalli smiled wide and nodded as Brad carried Calli free from the trailer. Both lovers left, presumably to embrace somewhere a bit more private out in the forested region where they were now camped out in place, never mind the dirty little trailer and all its eccentricities. Max wished both Bradley and Calli a fair bon adieu and hoped that they returned safely in one piece after a good long while. In the meantime, he turned around to fish out a video recorder from a concealed box of wires and other technical components like old expired MP3 players and battery charging kiosks nestled away in a nearby closet. Gus noticed Max's actions and curled his elder Australian man's brow in a crooked, funny manner, scoffing aloud just enough for Max to flinch and turn around and glare at Gus, visibly jilted.\n\t\"What're you doin, shepcoon? Lookin' for all the good porn mags? You ain't gonna find'em in there, that's a guarantee, boyo. Jus'go n'find another hidin' spot to peruse, eh darlin'? Sound like a smooth obligation to fulfill?\" Gus asked with a slightly pronounced accent of his motherland, amusing Maxwell to no end in sight. Max only chuckled and curled his own eyebrows deviously.\n\t\"No, fucktard, I'm looking for the video camera because there's no way I can refuse filming this glorious majestic footage of our little drummer panda getting her freak on. Brad literally let Sammy in with them, okay?! Dude, do you know how NAUGHTY things are getting in there right now as a direct fucking result?!\" Max exclaimed aloud with crazed eyes, fine-tuning a small GoPro camera he fished out from the bottom of the scrap-heap box. His hand-paws almost seemed to work by themselves.\n\tGus just shrugged, giggled and walked away, raising his wrist in a cocked gesture. \"Whatever, film-star. Just make sure you don't break anything that's costly to replace, okay Max? And for God's sake, whatever you do, try not to hide the fucking thing up your butt again if you fear that they'll catch you, got it?\" Gus said, refusing to participate in any strange kinky endeavors Maxwell was apt to become directly involved in while asking him to refrain from resorting to any sort of questionable behavior.\n~\n\tThe moment Sammy saw his mistress, he yelped and barked with excitement, wagging his fluffy tail and hopping up to try and lick Maile's face and cheeks, which made it a bit easier to reach now without Loraine nestled between his master's red panda legs. Maile's eyes widened and she knelt down excitedly to greet Sammy, giving him loving graceful kisses and hugs. Sammy smelled at Maile's back-side and her bum, catching a peculiar foreign whiff of strange estrus and a cloying natural scent of musk, an overwhelming firm aroma of unique skunk-weed. Sammy noticed that Maile was facing a spot of random difficulty trying to stand upright and realized she'd been sexed up quite furiously by another. Sammy's yearning for his mama became too overwhelming to pander to and soon enough, Maile's pet was grinding and thrusting his fat canine knot against the puckering swollen ringed ridges of Maile's fucked-hard bum. Maile shoved herself backwards and immediately felt an overly sensitive girth fill her insides with rich meaty warmth. Maile clenched her sphincter muscles tightly around a throbbing sensation of sloppy-seconds-laden knotted dick gifted lovingly by her beloved canine companion. Maile glanced up and saw Loraine Delatoire's perky rock-hard knotted erection resting upon a mound of two large fuzzy fur-adorned testicles. Spectacular soft billowy fluff adorned Loraine's nutsack and her rainbow-hued eyes reflected a flashing glimpse of Maile's glowing jaded-green emerald eyes in her own ocular globes, a gorgeous sight to behold in the very low dim lighting of the bathroom's evening engagement, devoid of many outside voices. Maile briefly wondered if anyone was even still in the trailer, perhaps they'd all taken off and went out for a pizza or a drink or something.\n\t\"You are very affectionate for your pet, aren't you, darling? You seem to comprehend the master/pet ideology far better than most. Did they train you well in the underworld? Seventh inner-ring of hell, that's where it was you hail from, correct?\" Loraine asked companionably, masturbating herself with a finger wedged in her succulent tight wet vagina, tucked away in concealment behind the vascular tube of her luscious firm rock-hard knotted penis, which she simultaneously stroked off, engaged in double-duty, priming her waterworks for Maile's ultimate orgasmic throw-down. \n\t\"You have NO idea, skunky-face.\" Maile said, gripping a firm hold of Sammy's hind leg and rubbing at his ankle with maternal grace while he finished himself off in rigorous fashion, burying his knot incredibly deep into Maile's rump, leaking fresh feral canine cum between her thighs, mixing in ropes of semen with Loraine's own, leaking freely from the confines of her gaping tailhole. Loraine smiled and brushed a bang of dangling red hair free from Maile's forehead. Maile licked her lips and gulped down a wad of nervous saliva as Loraine's penis smacked against Maile's cheek. The red panda girl wasted no time and spared no expense as her lips wrapped around the veiny pink shaft of Loraine Delatoire's genitalia. Immediately, Loraine started to grind and face-fuck Maile with stern persistence, focused on a rich overwhelming desire practically unheard of. Loraine Delatoire sped up and slowed down, rolling with slow tumultuous thrusts then gagging Maile with fierce deep-throating, grinding into her throat like a piston, feeling the red panda girl's gag reflex tighten and flex her tonsils around Loraine's knotted dick, milking the luscious skunkette of their finest nutrients, rich sticky warm seed yielded to the demonic red panda mistress in favor of a fine bit of fellatio, such irresistible natural sucking abilities were enough to cause anybody to ejaculate repeatedly down Maile's throat. Needless to say, Calli taught the red panda girl a crucial lesson or two about giving succulent quality head to those who would be deemed a savory dick-sucking lover worth pursuing. Loraine had a lot to thank Calli for in teaching Maile the ropes, especially how to properly milk one of their finest sperm appropriately and in the most fulfilling methods imaginable. \n~\n\tAfter roughly an hour of combined dog-fucking from Sammy and skunk-sucking with Loraine Delatoire's fat erection force-fed, Maile Martinez felt her canine lover pump the remaining extent of his knot into her pussy from behind in a doggystyle pose and yelp and bark as his paws clenched hold of Maile's hips. Maile refused to let her doggo break free from her clenched grip. Meanwhile, Maile's neck overflowed with hot sticky yogurt-white cum, filled to the brim by a highly fertile and beautifully, blessedly satisfied Loraine Delatoire. She felt pressure weighing in from both angles, like being stuck between a rock and a hard place but not feeling any negative pressure, only the most profound pleasure imaginable. Maile wished the sensation would never end and reminded herself that she lived among mortals, breathed in the air they relied on to survive. Maile had no place in any mortal plane of existence, according to those who would refuse her a fighting chance at life among equal-minded subservient slaves to their own cantankerous design.\n\tA knock emanated from the bathroom door. Loraine reached for her pendant, ready to recite her very own specially-adorned phase as needed to gain a faithful bailout from her beloved Aeylin, blessed be unto sweet Iraleth, but Loraine Delatoire's paranoia dissipated and faded into obscurity as soon as she heard Gus Stevenson's familiar tender old man's nuanced Aussie-accented voice echo out from the other side, soft and gentle, like a kindly old grandfather inquiring upon the current time of day. \n\t\"Ladies, if you're about wrapped up, come on out and catch y'selves some grub. I made a spot o'breakfast for the others as well, so feel free to dig in before you lose out. That's it, I'll leave ye be now. Hope the night was worth it for you both.\" \n~\n\tLoraine's belly grumbled and she thought of how tasty a plate of home-made breakfast sounded right then and there. Had she really been at it with Maile Martinez and her pet German shepherd dog Sammy all night, well into the early morning? Judging by the snoring sounds coming from Maxwell's bunk next door and the faint strumming of a Sitar ringing out through the open bathroom window from the field nearby where Bradley and Calli were camped out, Loraine supposed such was actually the case. Maile Martinez stayed vigilant and triumphant, surviving a full-on spit-roasting from Sammy and Loraine at one point. Loraine questioned if Maile had ever gone so kinky before with anyone else, then abolished the thought entirely. With all due respect, if anyone deserved rest more, it had to be Enim-Noinu's top-tier percussionist extraordinaire, always so hard-working and quick to befriend. \n\tLoraine chuckled low and soft, cradling Maile in her arms with gentle motherly calmness.\n\t\"Something tells me this little drummer-girl might be burnt out on breakfast sausage.\" Loraine said in a low croupy whisper, husky and sultry in tone and demeanor, almost teasing in nature. Maile Martinez reached out and rammed her finger-paw in Loraine's vaginal slit, fondling at her clitoris and fingering her tailhole just deep enough to stimulate her prostrate, sucking on her engorged penis deep enough to cause Loraine to ejaculate and fill Maile's throat with a fresh burst of salty-sweet spunk. The surprise foreplay startled Loraine.\n\tMaile snickered aloud, licking her red panda lips with visibly glowing eyes that looked like two LED bulbs afloat in Maile's eye sockets, illuminating her jaded green irises from behind. \"Silly skunkette, don't you know a demoness never falters or loses her hunger for sweet meats? That includes breakfast sausage, darling.\" Maile slurped her lips with a slightly demonic forked tongue, feeling the tips of her ram horns glow and turn hot. She felt positively gluttonous, draining Loraine's sperm from her erect knotted penis like milking a stud bull on a second-hand ranch. Maile ingested Loraine's semen, swallowing a wad and gasping for air, leaning very close towards Loraine to talk intimately to her.\n\t\"My loving young skunkette, don't you dare believe for a moment that we're finished right here and now.\" Maile said, feeling Sammy licking her pussy and tailhole clean of his own degenerate feral canine sperm. \"If anything, I'd say the fun is merely just beginning.\" \n\tMaile said these saucy words to Loraine Delatoire, devilish grin widening to reveal a row of hellish pearly-white ivory teeth drenched in spermicidal residue. Loraine cocked her brow and giggle-snorted aloud, ready to embrace whatever Maile had in store for her affectionate young fan.\n\nEND\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tMaile noticed the cute rainbow-eyed skunkette gazing casually at her from the hard-rocking sea of mixed faces, making direct eye contact for a majority of the show.
~
\t"Greetings, my fellow fuzz-butts!! Who's ready for a fuckin' rock show?!" Maxwell called out into a microphone, echoing his shepcoon voice through a large local auditorium hall packed with a grunge-rocking audience of mixed humans and anthros, all devoted Enim-Noinu followers. A large chunk of show-goers spun in a mosh-pit circle, whooping and cheering with raucous applause as the venue's house lights dimmed, setting forth a chain-event of excitement and suspense that quivered throughout the crowd, rippling waves of oncoming adrenaline begging to be kicked into gear.
\tA hazy-blue gust of marijuana smoke bellowed from Brad's foxy canine-thin nostrils as his hand-paw hammered down a sultry deep riff, starting Enim-Noinu's latest track with a simple restrained guitar melody, smooth and subtle. After a sustained build-up, Calli and Maile both laid down a core foundation of percussion, Maile winking at Calli's DJ'ing abilities as she bit hard and firm into the latest polyrhythmic beat she'd just recently discovered through constant mathematical experimentation and a lot of fiddling around with random percussive instruments such as bongos and tambourines. With Maile behind the snare-clanging helm and Calli maintaining the synths with all their weird creepy background noises, Enim-Noinu took off into their latest unreleased distinctive new approach in style for a grunge rock single, meticulously rehearsed for weeks on end prior to the show, now being performed in its entirety for the first time - uncertainty lingered deep in everyone's worst fears.
\tLuckily, Enim-Noinu were not known to give into fear but rather to embrace and love every moment of it, even at the expense of their own safety and well-being.

\tMaile grit her shiny ivory red panda teeth while she played hard, rolling through polyrhythms, allowing Max to keep a funky groove on his bass while establishing a core foundation of meticulous timing, funky and spot-on smooth. Maile's hair waved and flourished like Medusa's snake wig, active and robust, always in her face, just past her stubby panda-girl ears, anchored in place with ease by her ram horns during the more particularly heated drumming moments, including solo performances. During one of these particular instances, a certain skunk-girl began feeling a tinge of moisture forming between her thighs in reaction to witnessing Maile Martinez simply wail out her own brand of drum solo to an unsuspecting audience. The sight and sound was enough to render anyone speechless and incapacitated with thorough wanton desire and aggregate lust. Maile's demonic charm and sex-appeal stretched across all expansive mortal planes both near and far, which gave the panda-demoness a firm bout of trouble to contend with while opting to keep a peaceful lifestyle, performing alongside her canine brothers and sole soul-sister, Calli Crimshaw, the cute glasses-wearing Saluki anthro-girl who now damn-near came close to gnawing the mic cover free from her own microphone, fitted into a stand strapped in place upon the edge of her Korg.  
\tCalli plunked the ivory keys of her blessed beloved portable synth-keyboard as she sang with gritty 90s-aesthetic into a mic propped on a stand in front of her, harmonizing alongside Bradley while choosing to add a bare-knuckled burst of criminal edge and gritty grunge-influenced intensity, bringing out her inner Cobain to contrast Brad's calm spiritual on-stage demeanor, a true pairing to behold.
\tJust mere feet in front of the majority of the anthropomorphic grunge-rock band, surrounding the perimeter of the performing stage, there stood and leaped a slew of hard-rocking anthros, young and old, tested veterans and long-time fans and first-time participants, all equally watching on with avid interest. Most were banging their heads and thrusting their curled fists into the air in harmonious tandem. Others held cell-phones up with cameras illuminated to try and take snapshots and record video footage of the action to harbor later in the hopes of attempting to share it online with a few, maybe just store it away to collect digital decay in the deepest confines of one of many back-up hard drives, who could say. Max hoped their bootlegged concert performances could help make hard-working tour attendees a quick buck or two to afford to eat or maintain proper shelter, his priorities were set far lower than most who stood high on-stage to strum out a wicked assortment of bass guitar licks, something he took a certain sense of pride in.
\tHigh above Enim-Noinu's heads, the house lights flickered and stage lights illuminated with spotlight beams that swayed to and fro, illuminating the band members with different hues of color, weaving through conical beams that formed through thickets of in-house-produced mist clouds from a misting machine held just off-stage, for enhanced visual effects. All this activity went on strong and steady while a number of brightly-lit cue-beams held Enim-Noinu's general overall surroundings well-lit and secured. The venue was properly secured for both the audience members and the band alike, something not many other locations can easily attest to, based on the number of absolute quarry-barrels Enim-Noinu has performed in through past months.
\tThe on-site security personnel kept a thin sheen of presence intact between the stage and audience barricades, catching a wild body-surfer or two who grew far too unruly if needed but generally not disturbing or harassing far too many crowd-goers. The audience felt a profound sense of total amnesty and faith in their beloved venue staff and security, perhaps due to the fact that most of the security staff consisted of wild African hyenas and Dobermans, all of an anthro-laden build, fierce and loyal, fitted with the needs to ensure safety as a top priority.
\tAll the action swept waves through the audience, sending the occasional crowd-surfer or two tumbling along propped-up hand-paws and the backs and heads of others. Some held phones up while others held up water bottles or an occasional hand-written sign. For their latest performance, Brad got one that said "BITCH PLAY HARDER <3" and Maile received a sign just behind a particularly gorgeous wide-eyed skunk-girl that said "MARRY ME LITTLE DRUMMER GIRL!! MY HEART IS YOURS <<33". Even Gus Stevenson, the band's human elderly touring manager and pseudo-father figure, received sign representation from an older woman, a mid-aged human lady who could've easily been Gus's age. Hers said "GIVE ME THAT HANDSOME SIDE-BURNED GENTLEMAN AND KEEP THE PLUSHIES AT HOME!"
\tThis sign above the rest sent Enim-Noinu into a visible mockery-meltdown in-between songs, with Max calling the sign out and Brad and Maile bringing Gus on-stage to introduce him. The man bowed and reflected a very bright spotlight shining down on-stage from the shiny gleaning surface of his bald head, which blinded a number of audience members for a moment and sent Calli and Maile into hysterics. Gus wiped a sheen of sweat free from his brow, mimed a phone in his ear and mouthed the words CALL ME to the elderly sign-holder woman who nodded and smiled with a few teeth left, simply bedazzling with charm and sex appeal. Max smacked his knees with guffawing laughter and shook his head, sending his dreadlocks flinging into his canine-slender shepherd's face. Gus stepped off-stage and the band continued their performance, despite having a brief escapism moment with the audience interactivity and the reading of their goofy, creative and altogether intriguing ideas.
\tGus rocked and swayed near an amplifier, maybe one of Bradley's? He couldn't say. Damn, the production value is immeasurably realized for this concert, Gus thought to himself as he stood in the sidelines directly off-stage, watching Enim-Noinu play their latest single while holding his breath with nervous anticipation over the audience's genuine reaction to new music. Luckily, Gus felt satisfied with the outcome as he watched the audience nearly eat Enim-Noinu's latest single right up, giving into the heart of pure merciless intensity while the anthro musicians hung onto their instruments for dear life, swirling through spiraling clouds of mist, stage-hands keeping a watchful eye on faulty equipment such as a busted mic stand or a broken guitar string.
~
\tDuring Enim-Noinu's performance, among the crowd stood a curvaceous young spotted skunk, watching on with rainbow-hued eyes. Her precious kind-natured heart was left aflutter and her sights were set directly on Maile and the red panda girl's ferocity and drumming prowess. Her attraction h wooed the skunkette harder than she could've ever hoped to anticipate. She whispered low and softly to nobody in particular: "Oh, Maile Martinez. My goodness, I gotta get to know this cute ring-tail even better. Maybe after the show, she might be up for a bit of extra company? Lord, I certainly hope so. I also hope I could help her wind down a bit, should be a whole lot of hot and bothered fu-"
\tMaile made a stark fetching moment of direct eye-contact with the skunkette and felt a burst of attraction blossom forth, eyes leaning towards skunk-girl's candy-cotton-pink hair, their luscious curvaceous figure and gorgeous trendy outfit. While playing through a particularly complicated set-piece, as Maile gazed on, the luscious skunk-girl licked away at their lips with fraught anticipation of fun times dead-ahead - if only there were easier access to the backstage area so she could gain some form of contact.
\tYet somehow, Loraine wouldn't falter, not for an opportunity like sustaining a burst of prolonged satisfactory pleasure with Maile Martinez herself. Loraine had heard many rumors but until then, refused to believe just how utterly captivating Maile could be when seen performing live in person. Seeing her in the flesh definitely helped give Loraine Delatoire a burst of much-appreciated longing and yearning for the little red panda girl and all her fierce drumming prowess.
\tA guardian angel in the form of a crowd-surfer nearly landed on top of the skunkette's head. A young goat-guy came rolling towards the stage nearly out of nowhere, hooves swaying above every other anthro and human head in mere proximity, twirling in mad succession. One of his hoofed ankles nearly bonked against Loraine's cranium, if not for a kind semi-nude fox-guy stepping in to prevent a collision from occurring. He palmed the goat guy's ankle as if reciting incredulous karate, shoving his knee and ankle aside firm and direct. The fox-guy wore a pair of Speedos and not much else, much to Loraine's adoration. The fox-guy managed to propel goat-guy's hooves from Loraine's head, avoiding a potential messy scene during Enim-Noinu's live performance.
\t"Woah there, dude! Just go over there and rest it off, already!" Fox-guy gave the crowd-surfing goat one final shove before returning back to Loraine with haste, pummeling his way through a somewhat unruly crowd. "Hey, lil' skunkette, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Fox-guy called out to Loraine, genuinely concerned for her safety. The gracious skunk nodded.
\t"Nah, he didn't hurt me one bit. Thanks a WHOLE lot for keeping me safe, dude!" Loraine said with a heartfelt smile, fluttering a perfectly adorable cute pink button nose. The handsome Speedo-wearing fox-guy smiled and held up a pair of devil-horns before lending forth his attention back to the performers, whooping and hollering. Loraine saw this handsome young fox-guy with pointed blonde highlights and red tips adorning his natural foxy hair hoist a young pink-furred vixen girl onto his shoulders, holding her up for leverage, to catch a better view of the performers on-stage. The young vixen threw up her fists while cheering on one of her favorite bands with a smile and wide eyes of adoration that scanned between each musician on-stage.
\tLoraine urged towards the front of the stage then felt a strange foreign tugging sensation around her scruffy neck and looked down to realize the goat-guy's lanyard had flung free from around his own bony thin neck, somehow inadvertently wringing itself around her potent fluff. In the flashing lights from the stage, Loraine could barely make out the words "Enim-Noinu Backstage Pass" printed meticulously on the front of the badge that now hung around her neck, as if it had adopted a new owner, or as if the fates of chance and fate suddenly gave Mistress Delatoire a chance at something bigger than big. An urge to return the pass back to goat-guy arose immediately from within but Loraine knew without any shadow of a doubt that he was all but forgotten about by then, lost to the rock show fray. The horn-headed hooved dude probably got hitched with a random crowd-surfer or got dragged away by the cops or chaperoned to a local hospital by an ER unit after overdosing severely, who could say? So it was with a faint hint of reluctance that Loraine held onto the back-stage VIP pass and proceeded to inch their way swiftly through the crowd step by step to a corner-edge of the stage, heavily manned by security units that had no affiliation with the venue whatsoever but acted as hired thugs for Enim-Noinu's safety's sake.
~
\tUpon arrival after shoving through dozens of groups of wild concert-goers, even nearly running straight back into an active moshpit, Loraine Delatoire at last reached Harvey, Enim-Noinu's trusted head security personnel, a savage scruffy terrier and beloved canine-anthro. Loraine flashed him the backstage pass around her neck, he glanced down and acknowledged it, moving aside to let the lovely curvaceous skunk through, sustaining a blush from catching an eyeful of her bodacious chest upon letting her pass through. Loraine's heart raced with nervous excitement and giggly anticipation as she walked swiftly up a flight of stairs illuminated by LED strips towards where Gus Stevenson stood, watching his anthro grunge rock band play on. Loraine recognized the elderly bald-headed man's face from somewhere, maybe a metal magazine or a local billboard but in any case, the skunkette opted to say hi with a smile, clacking her way close by with high-heeled pumps that glimmered with sparkling indigo hues. Gus returned with his own kind gesture, scooting aside to allow extra room for Loraine to catch a glimpse of the performance from the sidelines comfortably.
\t"Greetings, young skunky-lass! Many thanks for comin' to their rock show! Aye, ye fancy y'self a drink, by chance?" Gus asked. He looked down at Loraine's backstage pass and nodded with affirmation, ensuring Loraine wasn't actually sneaking a peek by illegal means from the crowd out in front, sneaking her way back by way of settling on unfair practices. Loraine rubbed at the backstage pass nervously, dancing along to the band's groove as Gus gave her a thumbs-up and a wink, perfectly convinced that her presence was meant to be and for all Loraine knew, it probably was.
\t"Of course! I'd heard of how good these guys were but I never imagined. They're simply amazing!" Loraine said with a grin of nervous excitement, eyes fixated on Maile Martinez, drummer extraordinaire. From one corner of her eye, Loraine witnessed Gus react towards her approval of his band with pride afloat in his wrinkled face. He simply beamed and smiled wide with an accomplished victorious smile of kings, nearly shedding a tear from one crows-foot-laden corner of his almond-crescent eyelid.
\t"Ah, thanks! They've been rehearsing this one for a while now but I think they've found their stride at last. Thank goodness, I say! You'd be surprised how many times Maile gave the boys a good thrashing over riff changes in the end!" Gus said casually, not knowing how wet he was making Loraine feel just then and there about Maile Martinez.
\t"Is that so? Righteous!" Loraine said, uncertain as to what Gus was actually saying. All Loraine knew was that Maile looked especially beautiful from a side-angle while sat in place behind her drum kit setup and she could hardly even imagine the red panda girl hollering and yelling with fierce determination at the other guys during rehearsal periods. Loraine wanted a lot more than an autograph from Maile Martinez after their show wrapped up, that was for damn sure.
~
\tAfterwards, most of the crowd dispersed, leaving behind teeming piles of post-recyclables like water bottles, plastic cups and tags from concert T-shirts sold in modest supplies, commanding the nurturing aspects of supply and demand while keeping voluntary staff especially busy.
\tMaxwell, Bradley, Calli and Maile walked off-stage fuming with post-performance adrenaline. Once they stepped outside from the local auditorium, they crossed over a muddy bridge of plywood planks laid in place over a mound of slippery topsoil which led straight into their green-room trailer, set up on the fly just before arriving to Brookings, Oregon - Maxwell's beloved hometown. The air outside felt cool and dank, cavernous with a hint of earthen aroma lingering steadily underfoot. Somewhere nearby, someone was handling a controlled burn and the scent of charred oak pervaded the air through the earthen aromatic splendor. This same air of crisp burnt audacity lingered steadily in Enim-Noinu's glorified dressing room, making it slightly hard to take long sustained breaths after a while. Loraine's heart raced with nervous anticipation and excitement, knowing it could've easily been goat-boy walking head-first into Enim-Noinu's dirty little dressing-room trailer, had it not been for that kind foxy gentleman protecting a sweet skunk's head from a hooved blow to the very back of her skull.
\tWhat were the odds of little old me making it this far? Loraine thought and questioned as the rest of the band members piled into the dirty little trailer, some to bathe and wash off the adrenaline, others to let loose and relax by way of other impervious means. A couple additional friends and associates walked in with the band, including the fox-guy and his young pink-furred vixen girlfriend, followed by a trio of young anthro girls. Maxwell, the group's bassist and shepcoon maniac, introduced Loraine to himself respectfully, welcoming her to Enim-Noinu's humble little slice of paradise. Loraine smiled and nodded as Max introduced her to the others: the foxy-guy who had saved her was named Seb and his young vixen girlfriend went by Colleene, respectively. A sporty young hyena girl, her unique and super-gorgeous vixen friend who held a sketchbook in her hand-paws and a raccoon girl who held a thermos in her dainty adorable hand-paws. She offered Max a Styrofoam cup from a small knapsack she held around her shoulder and he accepted happily as she poured a small bit of foamy hot liquid into his Styrofoam cup. He sipped it and thanked her profusely as she blushed and nodded, accepting his thanks with humble strides.
\t"Thanks, Coco! This is delicious! Ah, so Loraine, this is Coco, she's one of our regulars and a long-time friend of Evelyn, who's on good friendly terms with Calli, our keyboardist doggo. She's also a beloved friend of Kara, the hyena girl back there mucking it up with Maile. Ladies, are we all feeling fit and decent? Anyone in need of any refreshments?" Max asked the group, who equally declined and shook their heads.
\t"We're all in decent shape, shepcoon. Thanks for your kindness, that's my special brew!" Coco said, smiling wide and nodding in affirmation towards Maxwell. Kara thanked Max for his offering while Evelyn tore a small sheet of paper from her sketchbook, offering it to Maxwell, all the while showing a tiny bit of apprehension. Max reached out gently and grabbed the paper free from Evelyn's fidgeting hand-paws. He glanced down at the sketch-page and gazed at himself depicted in a cool Anime-influenced style battling demonic overlords with his battle-axe bass guitar. Max's jaw dropped.
\t"Dang, this is awesome!! Thank you kindly, Evelyn! You are a remarkable artist, dear one." Max thanked Evelyn for her drawing, giving the foxy girl a pat on her shoulder and a quick kiss on her forehead. Evelyn's cheeks blushed furiously and she bowed her head to offer her own means of thanks for such a cool performance and for supporting her artwork on-stage, something Loraine wasn't even aware of until then. Calli stepped in and hugged Evelyn, thanking the girl for coming and for providing such incredible on-stage art. They embraced for a time and Kara gave Maile a fond embrace, hugging the red panda girl considerably tight, almost like a big sister.
\tLoraine felt their love for one another swelter and swell from within, like a tight-knit sisterhood of anthro-girls who each possessed a firm understanding of one another while maintaining their own independent qualities and traits. Loraine Delatoire felt a profound respect for the friends and potential groupies of Enim-Noinu. Nowhere near as trashy as one might hope to expect, considering the type of grunge-rocking hard music they played. Loraine realized how integral it is to never, ever judge any book by its cover, which went double-hard for any rock group's direct crowd demographic. The girls all departed from the trailer but not before giving Loraine Delatoire one final farewell greeting. Precious young Coco, Evelyn Dawson, Kara O'Reilly, Seb and Colleene - all hard-rockers, talented artists, baristas, sports enthusiasts, trusted associates to Enim-Noinu and long-standing contemporaries whom Loraine may have potentially befriended in another lifetime, had she not been subjected to so much through Slut.CO so many years prior in her own lifetime. She admired the longevity of rock music and the variety of entire demographics it had the power of addressing unanimously with a similar message.
\t~
\t"DUDE, you nailed that solo! Freaking gnarly!!" Max exclaimed, rubbing his hand-paws against Brad's shoulders in a warm hugging embrace from behind. Bradley, the guitarist and spiritual foundation of the group, sat and took Max's intrusive massaging as well as anyone could hope to expect, grinning amicably with a fond chuckle lingering beneath baited breath.
\t"Thanks, shepcoon, you handled your end particularly well, too. Dude, way to stick the slapping in that breakdown, I almost didn't think we'd make it at first!" Brad said through teeth bared as he winced to lift Max onto his shoulders, realizing just how heavy his bassist was and regretting his choices immediately.
\t"Ah, ye have little faith in thy fellow bassist, young grass-hoppah!" Max said. He head-butted Bradley gently but with firm resilience, startling Loraine. Their canine foreheads clashed against each other with a wickedly loud brisk snap and they both fell down into the trailer's dirty busted dining room seats, dazed and perplexed. They both equally exchanged laughter all at once as Calli shook her Saluki head with frustration, smacking her forehead. She swept in to intervene, offering warmth and comfort unto Bradley while simultaneously scorning him for being so damn dumb. Calli's glasses flashed glinting light reflections into Max's one good eye briefly.
\t"Brad, I love you but for real, sometimes both you and your 'brother' can be real fucking morons, dude." Calli quipped, adjusting her glasses while attempting to adjust Brad's work-shirt collar, drenched in wet dog scent, causing Calli's nostrils to quiver with each inhaled breath.
\t"AH, the prodigal Catholic schoolgirl daughter returns at last!" Max hollered out loud at Calli while miming oral sex with his tongue and curled hand-paw, making Calli scoff audibly loud, nose scrunched into a stern perplexed frown with her eyes squinted to slivers, amplified visually by her glasses. She seemed adorable, even in her profound frustration in her bassist and band-leader.
\tBradley just giggled aloud, raising a hand-paw up to Calli's muzzle and rubbing her cheek with loving affection.
\t"Thanks, babe, you always know how to make me feel my very best." Brad said, unafraid of sounding goofier than shit. Max laughed and held his belly, pointing at how insurmountably silly his guitarist acted right then and there. Amateurs, every last damn one of them, Calli thought, as she held onto Brad, snarling beneath a low light at Maxwell, questioning her involvement with this dysfunctional band of idiot savant hybrids.
\tMaile observed her band's moron-laden carnival affair with a long towel draped over her shoulders and an open bottle of water held in one hand-paw, drumsticks clenched tight in the other. Her pose remained stoic and contemplative, despite their behavior being anything but.
\tGus gave Seb and Colleene a parting farewell before returning his attention back to the young skunkette. Maile's demoness-panda eyes flashed with a lush green esoteric glow, illuminating the bridge of her stubby red panda-girl snout, making her look captivating in the low lighting of the makeshift fake-ass converted dressing room. Only Loraine noticed the water in Maile's cup had begun to sizzle and boil as if poured fresh from a kettle, yet she had merely just now poured it from a nearby plastic water bottle, previously unopened and unheated. Loraine watched the whole process from the beginning, wondering how Maile could produce and materialize such overwhelming heat from seemingly nowhere. Perhaps the rumors about her demonic hellish origins really were true, after all. Not that Loraine particularly cared much, she'd only heard strange ramblings about demonic entities inhabiting the mortal plane from her adopted guardian, Aeylin.
\tLoraine reached up and rubbed at a small heart pendant that dangled freely from a pink collar strung around her neck. On this pendant there lay an etched message from Aeylin with a special phrase to call upon, should Loraine ever face any insurmountable danger in the realm of mortals. Hopefully she never faced such a crisis that she'd be forced to rely upon reciting the phrase for her own safety and health.
~
\tMaile silently pointed towards the shower, urging Loraine to follow her and to forget the others. Little did the others realize, Maile was about to break her dry-spell after many months of no action with anyone besides herself.
~
\tLoraine stepped nervously into the bathroom and met up with Maile, sat relaxed in place in a small cramped RV-sized personal shower. Her legs were crossed in place and her thick shoulders drooped low, with chestnut-brunette hair resting generously in whorls and locks upon her naked exposed chest. Maile caught sight of the skunkette through her drooping hair. Her eyes glowed green as she admired Loraine's curvaceous figure and her ideal fashion sense, sporting a pair of tight denim jeans and a halter-top blouse with ribbons tied in her hair and on the tip of her fluffy skunk-tail, all adorned by a pair of splendid indigo high-heeled pumps. A damn sexy burst of intrigue. Maile could hardly resist the urge to reach down and fondle at her vagina right then and there, gazing upon the sight of such a captivating skunkette such as Loraine Delatoire.
\t"Holy Cripes, girl. How are you so damn sexy?"
\t"M-me? But… it's you! I mean, you are so beautiful, Ms. Maile, you were phenomenal behind your drumkit earlier, so cool and on-point! I love how you held the beat down, even through so much carnage." Loraine moaned aloud, reaching down to hug Maile close, curling her ringed red panda girl's tail around her own spotted skunkette's tail. She was captivated enough to find herself immobilized by Maile's charm and sex-appeal. Loraine wanted to accept any order Maile saw fit, even if it meant getting down on all fours for the panda-girl's carnality-driven pleasure.
\t"Leave it to a demoness to handle the barrage of noise. You are so gracious, dear! I'm glad we can take a quick moment to truly enjoy and appreciate each other." Maile said, inhaling Loraine's chest-fluff, moaning aloud in reaction to the exquisite sweetness of Loraine's skunkiest aroma, masturbating herself steadily with legs spread wide. Loraine smiled with her eyes wide and yanked her top free, exposing her perky breasts to Maile. Once revealed, Loraine's blouse top stretched and collapsed into a skimpy bit of thin golden-chained harnesses and straps with velvet indigo purple, a full-bodied outfit with heart-shaped coverlets and a single pink collar strapped with a hanging talisman adorned unto her by the one who saved her life, Aeylin.
\tLoraine's memories and thoughts drifted back to the often troubled times of Slut.co and all the upsetting remorse that came with the baggage of being their flawed test subject, doomed to a lifetime of submissive desire, yet Loraine refused to back down forever and remain as their humble puppet.  Even now, trembling with bundles of nerves from within, Loraine Delatoire felt right at home with her skunk's hand-paws probing Maile's back and shoulders, hugging her red panda warmth and savory water-drenched fluff close enough to slide Loraine's long pierced skunk-tongue against Maile's cheek with robust tasty satisfaction. Both girls lapped and licked at each other's faces hungrily as Maile felt Loraine dry-hump against her backside, panting aggressively hard and fast, nearly out of breath, hungry for swift yuri relief. There was a faint muskiness in the air, a stale seminal stench of feminine estrus, very hormonal. Maile reached down behind her rump and fondled at a sizable erection growing between Loraine's thighs. Maile's demonic edge kicked into gear as the panda-girl gazed back at the sexy skunkette, grinning with a low steady greediness, a yearning anticipation of things to come and come hard with Loraine gripping the helm with rock-steady precision.
~
\tIn the bowels of Maile's desecrated inner-seventh-ring-of-Hell previously-inhabited home, no secret stays secret forever and no discrimination reigns supreme for all creatures are handled with the same treatment. No mortals could ever hope to interfere, only languish and expire alongside the hundreds and thousands of others who are cast forth into the sandy hellish domain of Maile's demonic origins, that cursed deplorable inner-seventh ring of hell, consisting of a river of sandy fire, scalding hot enough to sear and singe the very flesh clean from the sordid bodies of rapists and mutilators alike. Dante Aligheri himself couldn't have written it any better if he tried in his own native tongue.
\tThe bubonic gods of the Nether-realm and the merciless drivel of fallen angels and redeemed devils alike bowed and catered to the Satan-spawn princess who now assembled a red panda's form in disguise, actively engaged in carnality and erection-induced naughtiness amongst mere mortals.
\tMaile and Loraine embraced each other's pleasures admirably, stripping down to their nude naked natural selves. Maile raised her ringed red panda tail and propped one leg against a dining room chair as she felt Loraine's scrumptious rock-hard penis scrape and prod against her exposed sweat-glinting sex, tucking and prodding in between a mound of luscious fuzzy natural feminine pubes. Maile puckered up nervously in reaction to Loraine's initial penile prodding but soon, the red panda girl licked her lips and swayed herself into a funky vibe of thrusting and grinding, fully embracing Loraine's bump-N-grind motions with a bevy of pelvic thrusting in reaction to her own heavy prodding. The sensation made Maile wince and grit her teeth with a subtle burst of initial pain at first but she excused the initial reaction, reminding herself that it'd been a long while since she had any form of action from anyone besides Sammy, her trustworthy canine companion. She aimed to embrace the pleasure tenfold.
\t"Ah, God, yes! Mmm, fuck, so big! You feel tremendous, please don't stop!" Maile urged Loraine to continue. Loraine wrapped her arms around Maile's shoulders and pressed her firm knot against Maile's ass with repeated thrusts, tongue resting against Maile's neck.
\t"Your desire is my pleasure to fulfill, darling panda-girl. You performed so well tonight, the least I can do is return the favor with a desirable performance of my own." Loraine said, whispering soft and gently into Maile's ear while conducting a grand display of vulgar buggery, smacking Maile's ass hard and firm against her thighs, feeling her skunk-belly clap and collide repeatedly against Maile's luscious mound of Venus. Maile reached up and caressed Loraine's muzzle lovingly as she felt a small burst of pre-cum shoot against her backside, covering her tail with warmth and permeating her rear with immediate dripping hot sticky lust. Loraine spun Maile around to face her directly snout-to-snout and hoisted the panda-girl up into her skunkette arms, legs raised and spread wide. Maile's long feverishly pink tongue slid into Loraine's gaping skunkette maw and they both exchanged a sloppy wet passionate kiss as Maile felt Loraine's cute knotted penis prodding against firmly against her tailhole, fuzzy tail swaying back and forth, tickling at her taint with fierce intensity. Maile wrapped her legs around Loraine's waist and pressed herself down admirably onto Loraine's penile girth, feeling a wet warm prodding of skunkette flesh and gasping at the immediate pleasure from engaging in direct anal contact, embracing every moment of the initial penetration. Maile felt Loraine slide in slow and gently at first, moaning aloud and licking at the tuft of fur between Maile's cleavage, savoring the red panda's natural curvaceousness. After enough foreplay and intimacy, Loraine heeded the urge and beckoning call of Maile's deepest urges and gnarliest yearning desires by becoming the boyfriend she never knew she deserved but felt grateful enough to cross paths with. Loraine hugged Maile close as they began to thrust and pound into her with merciless haste, foregoing any subtlety in favor of absolute reckless abandon as Loraine fucked Maile incredibly hard up her red panda girl's ass in a missionary position.
~
\tThe night air outside of the trailer felt still and motionless with a low fog drenched in the valley where the band were now camped out, snug in the center of a swampy Pacific Northwestern valley marshland. Luckily for Enim-Noinu, the venue played off without a single hitch experienced, despite the ancient conditions and over-expired fire safety protocols that they had initially encountered. All things considered, they managed to perform to a solid crowd turnout and engage with plenty of local touring artists to help spread the word of their musical comeuppance, even though their following was very modest at best. Loraine Delatoire felt gracious enough to count herself among the ranks. If the opportunity to sodomize the band's drummer wasn't a cue for potential future relations, Loraine didn't know what else on earth could be even remotely considered a much finer gesture of good faith.
\tFucking the little drummer-panda girl's German shepherd dog, maybe?
\tLoraine's self-sustained dominance felt righteous and very welcome to Maile. Her exposed red panda girl's breasts bounced and jiggled against Loraine's smooth aromatic skunkette chest and equally-proportioned breasts, producing a stellar hint of friction-induced warmth that sweltered from within Maile's chest, threatening to cause her to faint from such feelings of intimacy and vast lustful ecstasy. Warmth from the running water of the shower poured down over their fur-adorned anthro bodies, creating a blanket of foggy steam in the small bathroom all around them.
\tLoraine's head slid down Maile's belly, lapping her tongue at her navel and tinged abs, causing Maile to shiver and tremble with affection. Loraine kept the panda girl's thighs spread wide and slid her long pierced tongue against the exposed surface of Maile's swollen red hairy pube-smothered vagina while inhaling whiffs of her fuzzy mound, wedging her snout between Maile's groin to indulge in her aromatic attractiveness. Loraine's tongue melted into Maile's warmth and wetness as she slathered herself in figure-eight motions against Maile's demonic scorching-hot panda-girl vulva. Maile's knees buckled and her legs spun and stuck out firm, kicking at the small restroom's interior walls. At one point, Maile nearly kicked the door open, disturbing the others outside if there were many others outside to be disturbed, for most of Enim-Noinu's friends had already long-since departed, returning home to their own mutual humble abodes for the evening with reflections of their friend's latest performance fresh in mind.
\tLoraine used the memory of Maile's drum solo to enhance her gluttonous carnality as she rammed her tongue as deep as she could afford to reach into Maile Martinez's spread-wide vaginal crevice, actively masturbating the throbbing knotted erection that grew hard and firm between her skunk-girl thighs. Maile shrieked and moaned, gasping for air and nibbling down firmly on her lower lip, wincing and heaving through sheer intoxicating pleasure as Loraine nibbled directly upon her clitoris, sliding her curved tongue into Maile's vaginal slit, pressing firmly against her vulva and tickling at her labia folds with her tongue, driving Maile out of her panda-demoness mind with orgasmic desire. Maile reached down and clenched hold of Loraine's sultry hot black-pink hair, so cotton-candy hued and billowy with warmth and fluffy soft textures! Dragging her finger-paws and combing through Loraine's hair, rubbing at her skunky scalp generously, Maile Martinez felt a swelling of tingles build up to immeasurable numbing heights within the center of her belly, stemming freely from her groin. She shivered and hyperventilated as Loraine rubbed at the soft sensitive space in Maile's hoof that she always loved to have rubbed generously.
\t"Oh yes, yes, that's it, don't stop, fuck, you're so good at this, so talented! Make me cum, darling! Let's cum together, fuck yes! Fuck!" Maile said through girlish moaning and panting, sounding like a right-proper bitch in heat begging to be knotted balls-deep by her master. Her legs spread wider than ever before and Maile started to grind in place against Loraine's jaw, riding on her chin, feeding the skunkette one orgasm after another, drowning the poor spotted skunk in roughly a pint of her mixed female estrus and Loraine's ejaculate, demonic and spicy with the aftertaste of skunky spunk and dank underground canine immunities. Maile let go of Loraine's hair and Loraine wrapped her arms around Maile's thighs to latch on firmly in place, anchoring her snout between Maile's thighs to finish the cunnilingus she'd once started. Maile heaved and her tongue jutted out between her teeth as she bit down firmly, holding back the urge to give herself a forearm hickey. Maile's groin became shallow and tingly and she felt herself letting go, losing the urge to hold onto her pee, which is what she felt at first but quickly realized her groin wasn't urinating but legitimately ejaculating fresh estrus, fresh spunk. The sensation riled Maile Martinez up with exquisite candor and her tail wagged wildly against Loraine's chest as her pussy leaked and squirted freely upon Loraine's dainty cute skunkette face, rolling Maile's goat-eyes back into her head and causing her tongue to lash out and slide firmly against the ridged ceiling of her maw. She shivered and trembled and let out a high-pitched wail that sounded like a long-sustained note registered in a higher wail than expected, making the glass windowsills rattle in place and the reflective bathroom mirror tremble on rusted hinges.
~
\t"Um, okay, so I guess we'll be heading out now. We'll catch up with you guys later!" Kara said with a smile fitted in place to shield her explosive embarrassed blush from the others. Evelyn's fur ran red with her own embarrassed blush that sent small waves of heat shimmering from her glasses, causing her to hide her muzzle behind her sketchbook with incredibly shy nervousness. Seb and Colleene cocked their heads in confusion over the strange high-pitched wailing noises they were hearing, practically refusing to believe they were hearing their very own Maile Martinez crying out for orgasmic mercy. Coco just giggle-snorted through the disjointed erotic sounds of Maile getting her pussy eaten out something fierce by that nice Skunky herm-girl whom she'd met earlier and engaged with a fresh cup of chai tea, of which Loraine accepted graciously and thanks Coco for multiple times.
\tThe girls excused themselves from Enim-Noinu's company and after departing alongside Seb and Colleene, left the band behind in a remarkable wake of silence, a glimmering aftermath of a wild and crazy performance at long last winding down into an immutable and relaxed calming silence.
\tBut not for everyone, so it bloody damn-well seemed.
~
\tMaile and Loraine exchanged shared glimpses of absolute yearning desire as Maile clung onto Loraine's body like a funnel-web spider, refusing to loosen her grip, thighs clenched shut tight around Loraine's waist, with hooven feet locked in place behind her fluffy-tailed backside. Loraine reached up and wrapped her dainty hand-paws around Maile's ram horns, hanging onto her for stability and support as her thrusts began to speed up and her grinding pelvic thrusts amplified in intensity, feeling cum leaking free from Maile's fucked-senseless ass. Maile embraced the invigorating intensity as she gave into Loraine's pleasure, spreading her legs harder and wider than ever before, allowing her groin to fully immerse itself into Loraine's lap. This was enough to cause Maile's head to jerk back and straddle Loraine's lap like a horny cowbitch in heat, snarling and wincing her teeth, gritting and gasping with proverbial lust incarnate, breasts flopping firmly against her neck and abs with each balls-deep thrust, causing Maile's legs to tremble and her knees to buckle wildly, hooves planted firmly in place on each side of Loraine's adorable skunk-girl ankles. Soon enough, between the firm pressure of being ridden so hard on Loraine's lap and the scalding hot warmth from the busted shower-head spraying a steady stream down upon Maile's chest, dousing her perky red panda-lady tits in freshly-heated tap-water, enough to wash away any excess cum and female estrus that may have built up and leaked free from Maile's fucked-wild orifices.
\t"That's certainly one way to wash a lady clean, isn't it? Fortunately for us both, I'm beyond the capacity of mere lady. I suppose we both are, darling." Maile said, eyes aglow with a sheer vivid green hue, almost radioactive in nature, alien-like and foreboding. She smiled and nurtured Loraine with gentle kisses and cheek rubs while holding firm her grip, hoofed legs attached to Loraine's skunky waist, refusing to let go or loosen.
~
\tAll the while, just outside the trailer's only bathroom space, stood the other Enim-Noinu band members, all inadvertently listening in on the action with avid curiosity and a morbid sense of perverted intrigue, even if they had very little to no choice in the matter. Maxwell remembered briefly seeing Loraine in the crowd during one of the band's heavier numbers with an abundant fair share of crowd-surfing and assembled mosh-pits but never imagined she'd be the one who Maile would eventually get fresh with in the long run. Then again, Maxwell knew not to underestimate the attractive power of a demoness-hybrid. Max had foreseen another outcome entirely with Maile's evening but felt pleasantly surprised to see (or hear) the bodacious sexy curvy skunkette getting her frisk on with Maxwell's demonic little drummer panda-girl. As a result, he opted to keep any interest afloat and step in if needed for any additional pleasure, should the need arise. Maile seemed to be handling herself much better than expected however, so Max felt no need to intervene. Besides, for all he knew, maybe Loraine wasn't as into shepcoon dudes as he thought she would be.
\tMax just sat back and watched as the trailer shook and rocked in tandem to the humping and thrusting motions coming from the bathroom, which made it very hard for the shepcoon to keep proper rhythm in check while playing on a new Hatsune Miku-themed mobile music game he had been addicted to for a long while during their latest touring stint. Maxwell needed no further reason to play the silly little anime-based game, other than the fact that it offered a distraction every so often from outside interference such as love-birds fucking audibly loud right next door to his exact location.
\tIt is clearly no big secret as to what's happening in the fucking bathroom, Max thought to himself through a wave of bitter envy and hostile self-imposed jealousy while resisting the urge to slap off hard and heavily outside of the bathroom's only small window, attempting to sneak a peek of Loraine's girth or Maile's pussy receiving a tongue-full of attention. Maile's moaning gasps and Loraine's snarling skunkette wails could be heard halfway across the planet if broadcast just right from the guttural little swampy haven they now found themselves practically buried in. Maile and her new skunky butt-buddy were nearly at risk of waking the dead with their audibly loud pleasurable moaning, which irritated Max to no end in sight. Maxwell considered himself and the rest of the band lucky to be located in such a remote rural countryside region that couldn't possibly recognize the sound of Maile's voice in such a heated tone, enough to give the local paparazzi familiarity vibes and promote them to sell a shitty sound clip or unsavory photo to the wrong damn anthro-based tabloid news source.
\tGus wore a pair of thick Sennseiser headphones and a strange little old man's grin pasted spry on his lips as he assembled a small tabletop jigsaw puzzle, working with an adorable image of puppies squished into a picnic basket. He was nearly complete with only a few pieces left to place, mostly within the image of the basket's fine weave. On a small portable handheld radio resting on a table-top counter nearby, he had the dial tuned in to a local classic rock station which now played Led Zeppelin's finest hour, Dazed & Confused.
\tCalli and Bradley sat cross-legged in the driver and passenger seats near the front of the RV trailer and main entry door, sharing a rolled-up marijuana joint, passing a hand-rolled paper tube of potent top-shelf ganja between each other, toking in small but firm increments. In between tokes, they would share breaths of smoke-infused air, like snowballing but not with cum, just breaths of raw cannabis. Hazy waves of rigorous smoke filled the air all around them as Gus switched on a small tabletop fan and clenched it onto an overhead skylight. He flicked on a switch and the fan began to run very hard and fast, buzzing with a solemn monotonous drone as the cannabis haze sucked up through the ceiling's only wide opening. A burst of natural moonlight peered through the opening, illuminating the trailer with a luminous glow. They proceeded to indulge freely for a while, burning the joint down to a mere roach-clip then breaking the clip apart to smoke the rest of the flower-bud in a handheld glass pipe, disposing of the rolled-up paper tube into a nearby ashtray as Gus's adorable little fan vacuumed the smoke clear from the condensed dressing room.
\tNothing could hope to officially silence the ongoing naughty endeavors of Maile and Loraine.
\t"Should we perhaps go and try to convince them to take it somewhere a bit more private?" Max asked Gus after a moment, frowning and sighing aloud in audible frustration, if not felt only by himself and he alone. Brad and Calli both held back bursts of laughter, refraining from letting loose too heavily. Gus just shook his head casually, rubbing his balding head and shrugging his beefy shoulders with a profound fuck-if-I-know sort of nonchalance. He held a small toothpick between his teeth, nibbling on it habitually with his legs crossed while sat in place at one of the dining room's petite chairs.
\t"Nah, they're perfectly fine in there, we don't need to interfere with their ongoing endeavors. We can clearly hear some serious fuckin' going on, right? So why spoil a good thing with our presence all lingerin' about? Lord knows, we don't need to be here for them if they'd rather not have us around to spoil their fun. This is a private matter, after all. Come on, gang, I'll buy each of ya one round apiece."
\tSamson, Maile's pet German shepherd, scratched and pawed at the bathroom door, demanding to be let in with his master immediately after being let in from the outside. The feral dog whined and sniffed at the small wooden-latch door, yearning for his red panda master. Max pointed at Sammy. "What about him? He clearly wants to be let in to hang out with his mama, so should we let him in? Suggesting the dumb dog don't get screwed or abused or something." Max said, knowing damn-well the gravity of which his words resided upon.
\tBrad inhaled a particularly deep toke from the pipe he shared with Calli. His eyes nearly crossed as he held in the urge to cough sporadically. Once he overcame the latest toke-down, he opened his eyes as wide as he could afford to manage and fished out a dog-treat from a nearby bag left on the small kitchen counter in a shiny metallic bowl alongside his walking leash and a ravaged bite-mark-smothered chew toy, evidently Sammy's favorite. Brad blew a whiff of pure blue ganja smoke out of an open trailer window on the side of the actual unit itself near the entry door and held the treat down towards Sammy's cheek-side. The pup craned his head back at a funny angle and opened his jaw just wide enough to gobble up the treat from Brad's pinched hand-paws. Bradley rubbed at Sammy's muzzle lovingly as the dog consumed the treat with gulping large chewing bursts, wagging his tail wildly, smacking and snorting audibly. The sight and sound could be deemed as equally adorable.
\t"Good boy. Wanna go see your master, Sambo? Who's a good Sam-Sam?" Bradley said to Sammy, adjusting his tone of voice to that of a new father engaging with their beloved infant child. Brad opened the door and let Sammy in just fast enough to pull the door shut once more after Sammy slipped in.
\t"And with that, they'll never leave the bathroom now." Calli snickered and hugged herself against Bradley closer as the two began to embrace one another in a wet, sloppy kiss. Brad stood up, broke the kiss and whispered out loud: "Maybe not. They've got toilet access, bedroom access, pantry access - shit, they're living large in there. All good! How about you and I go see that one kick-ass place we discovered earlier, what say you, Calli-Cal?" Bradley asked his Saluki girlfriend, holding onto a shred of fox-stern gruffness. Calli nodded and smiled wide, poking her nose against Brad's cheek with romantic elegance, nuzzling her snout against his neck while planting canine Eskimo kisses along his shoulders and face. She smiled and nodded, eyes sparkling wide behind wire-rimmed spectacles.
\t"Huh, guess I'll take that as a yes." Brad replied.
\tCalli smiled wide and nodded as Brad carried Calli free from the trailer. Both lovers left, presumably to embrace somewhere a bit more private out in the forested region where they were now camped out in place, never mind the dirty little trailer and all its eccentricities. Max wished both Bradley and Calli a fair bon adieu and hoped that they returned safely in one piece after a good long while. In the meantime, he turned around to fish out a video recorder from a concealed box of wires and other technical components like old expired MP3 players and battery charging kiosks nestled away in a nearby closet. Gus noticed Max's actions and curled his elder Australian man's brow in a crooked, funny manner, scoffing aloud just enough for Max to flinch and turn around and glare at Gus, visibly jilted.
\t"What're you doin, shepcoon? Lookin' for all the good porn mags? You ain't gonna find'em in there, that's a guarantee, boyo. Jus'go n'find another hidin' spot to peruse, eh darlin'? Sound like a smooth obligation to fulfill?" Gus asked with a slightly pronounced accent of his motherland, amusing Maxwell to no end in sight. Max only chuckled and curled his own eyebrows deviously.
\t"No, fucktard, I'm looking for the video camera because there's no way I can refuse filming this glorious majestic footage of our little drummer panda getting her freak on. Brad literally let Sammy in with them, okay?! Dude, do you know how NAUGHTY things are getting in there right now as a direct fucking result?!" Max exclaimed aloud with crazed eyes, fine-tuning a small GoPro camera he fished out from the bottom of the scrap-heap box. His hand-paws almost seemed to work by themselves.
\tGus just shrugged, giggled and walked away, raising his wrist in a cocked gesture. "Whatever, film-star. Just make sure you don't break anything that's costly to replace, okay Max? And for God's sake, whatever you do, try not to hide the fucking thing up your butt again if you fear that they'll catch you, got it?" Gus said, refusing to participate in any strange kinky endeavors Maxwell was apt to become directly involved in while asking him to refrain from resorting to any sort of questionable behavior.
~
\tThe moment Sammy saw his mistress, he yelped and barked with excitement, wagging his fluffy tail and hopping up to try and lick Maile's face and cheeks, which made it a bit easier to reach now without Loraine nestled between his master's red panda legs. Maile's eyes widened and she knelt down excitedly to greet Sammy, giving him loving graceful kisses and hugs. Sammy smelled at Maile's back-side and her bum, catching a peculiar foreign whiff of strange estrus and a cloying natural scent of musk, an overwhelming firm aroma of unique skunk-weed. Sammy noticed that Maile was facing a spot of random difficulty trying to stand upright and realized she'd been sexed up quite furiously by another. Sammy's yearning for his mama became too overwhelming to pander to and soon enough, Maile's pet was grinding and thrusting his fat canine knot against the puckering swollen ringed ridges of Maile's fucked-hard bum. Maile shoved herself backwards and immediately felt an overly sensitive girth fill her insides with rich meaty warmth. Maile clenched her sphincter muscles tightly around a throbbing sensation of sloppy-seconds-laden knotted dick gifted lovingly by her beloved canine companion. Maile glanced up and saw Loraine Delatoire's perky rock-hard knotted erection resting upon a mound of two large fuzzy fur-adorned testicles. Spectacular soft billowy fluff adorned Loraine's nutsack and her rainbow-hued eyes reflected a flashing glimpse of Maile's glowing jaded-green emerald eyes in her own ocular globes, a gorgeous sight to behold in the very low dim lighting of the bathroom's evening engagement, devoid of many outside voices. Maile briefly wondered if anyone was even still in the trailer, perhaps they'd all taken off and went out for a pizza or a drink or something.
\t"You are very affectionate for your pet, aren't you, darling? You seem to comprehend the master/pet ideology far better than most. Did they train you well in the underworld? Seventh inner-ring of hell, that's where it was you hail from, correct?" Loraine asked companionably, masturbating herself with a finger wedged in her succulent tight wet vagina, tucked away in concealment behind the vascular tube of her luscious firm rock-hard knotted penis, which she simultaneously stroked off, engaged in double-duty, priming her waterworks for Maile's ultimate orgasmic throw-down.
\t"You have NO idea, skunky-face." Maile said, gripping a firm hold of Sammy's hind leg and rubbing at his ankle with maternal grace while he finished himself off in rigorous fashion, burying his knot incredibly deep into Maile's rump, leaking fresh feral canine cum between her thighs, mixing in ropes of semen with Loraine's own, leaking freely from the confines of her gaping tailhole. Loraine smiled and brushed a bang of dangling red hair free from Maile's forehead. Maile licked her lips and gulped down a wad of nervous saliva as Loraine's penis smacked against Maile's cheek. The red panda girl wasted no time and spared no expense as her lips wrapped around the veiny pink shaft of Loraine Delatoire's genitalia. Immediately, Loraine started to grind and face-fuck Maile with stern persistence, focused on a rich overwhelming desire practically unheard of. Loraine Delatoire sped up and slowed down, rolling with slow tumultuous thrusts then gagging Maile with fierce deep-throating, grinding into her throat like a piston, feeling the red panda girl's gag reflex tighten and flex her tonsils around Loraine's knotted dick, milking the luscious skunkette of their finest nutrients, rich sticky warm seed yielded to the demonic red panda mistress in favor of a fine bit of fellatio, such irresistible natural sucking abilities were enough to cause anybody to ejaculate repeatedly down Maile's throat. Needless to say, Calli taught the red panda girl a crucial lesson or two about giving succulent quality head to those who would be deemed a savory dick-sucking lover worth pursuing. Loraine had a lot to thank Calli for in teaching Maile the ropes, especially how to properly milk one of their finest sperm appropriately and in the most fulfilling methods imaginable.
~
\tAfter roughly an hour of combined dog-fucking from Sammy and skunk-sucking with Loraine Delatoire's fat erection force-fed, Maile Martinez felt her canine lover pump the remaining extent of his knot into her pussy from behind in a doggystyle pose and yelp and bark as his paws clenched hold of Maile's hips. Maile refused to let her doggo break free from her clenched grip. Meanwhile, Maile's neck overflowed with hot sticky yogurt-white cum, filled to the brim by a highly fertile and beautifully, blessedly satisfied Loraine Delatoire. She felt pressure weighing in from both angles, like being stuck between a rock and a hard place but not feeling any negative pressure, only the most profound pleasure imaginable. Maile wished the sensation would never end and reminded herself that she lived among mortals, breathed in the air they relied on to survive. Maile had no place in any mortal plane of existence, according to those who would refuse her a fighting chance at life among equal-minded subservient slaves to their own cantankerous design.
\tA knock emanated from the bathroom door. Loraine reached for her pendant, ready to recite her very own specially-adorned phase as needed to gain a faithful bailout from her beloved Aeylin, blessed be unto sweet Iraleth, but Loraine Delatoire's paranoia dissipated and faded into obscurity as soon as she heard Gus Stevenson's familiar tender old man's nuanced Aussie-accented voice echo out from the other side, soft and gentle, like a kindly old grandfather inquiring upon the current time of day.
\t"Ladies, if you're about wrapped up, come on out and catch y'selves some grub. I made a spot o'breakfast for the others as well, so feel free to dig in before you lose out. That's it, I'll leave ye be now. Hope the night was worth it for you both."
~
\tLoraine's belly grumbled and she thought of how tasty a plate of home-made breakfast sounded right then and there. Had she really been at it with Maile Martinez and her pet German shepherd dog Sammy all night, well into the early morning? Judging by the snoring sounds coming from Maxwell's bunk next door and the faint strumming of a Sitar ringing out through the open bathroom window from the field nearby where Bradley and Calli were camped out, Loraine supposed such was actually the case. Maile Martinez stayed vigilant and triumphant, surviving a full-on spit-roasting from Sammy and Loraine at one point. Loraine questioned if Maile had ever gone so kinky before with anyone else, then abolished the thought entirely. With all due respect, if anyone deserved rest more, it had to be Enim-Noinu's top-tier percussionist extraordinaire, always so hard-working and quick to befriend.
\tLoraine chuckled low and soft, cradling Maile in her arms with gentle motherly calmness.
\t"Something tells me this little drummer-girl might be burnt out on breakfast sausage." Loraine said in a low croupy whisper, husky and sultry in tone and demeanor, almost teasing in nature. Maile Martinez reached out and rammed her finger-paw in Loraine's vaginal slit, fondling at her clitoris and fingering her tailhole just deep enough to stimulate her prostrate, sucking on her engorged penis deep enough to cause Loraine to ejaculate and fill Maile's throat with a fresh burst of salty-sweet spunk. The surprise foreplay startled Loraine.
\tMaile snickered aloud, licking her red panda lips with visibly glowing eyes that looked like two LED bulbs afloat in Maile's eye sockets, illuminating her jaded green irises from behind. "Silly skunkette, don't you know a demoness never falters or loses her hunger for sweet meats? That includes breakfast sausage, darling." Maile slurped her lips with a slightly demonic forked tongue, feeling the tips of her ram horns glow and turn hot. She felt positively gluttonous, draining Loraine's sperm from her erect knotted penis like milking a stud bull on a second-hand ranch. Maile ingested Loraine's semen, swallowing a wad and gasping for air, leaning very close towards Loraine to talk intimately to her.
\t"My loving young skunkette, don't you dare believe for a moment that we're finished right here and now." Maile said, feeling Sammy licking her pussy and tailhole clean of his own degenerate feral canine sperm. "If anything, I'd say the fun is merely just beginning."
\tMaile said these saucy words to Loraine Delatoire, devilish grin widening to reveal a row of hellish pearly-white ivory teeth drenched in spermicidal residue. Loraine cocked her brow and giggle-snorted aloud, ready to embrace whatever Maile had in store for her affectionate young fan.

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