The studio lights were soft and incandescent, casting a warm and gentle glow over the equipment, the dark carpet absorbing whatever was left. Areas of wall not covered in either speakers or spaceship looking music equipment were coated in dark wood paneling that completed the oppressively heavy feel of the room. A multitude of tiny lights flickered on the machines, small leds and tiny illuminated screens that all meant something to someone, but not to the she wolf sat in the corner. Gracie stared down between her paws, shifting the various fibers around with the sole of her shoe in a desperate attempt to stave off boredom. The lead producer sat in front of her with one of his techs, the pair pouring over the computer monitors in front of them, the wide screens blocking the view of the small window to the recording booth where Gracie had just spent the last several hours. Fame had brought many benefits to the young twenty one year old she wolf, but these grueling recording sessions were not one of them. It had been early in the morning when she had arrived and now she knew from the time shown on her almost dead phone that it was night time. The combination of little food and drink, hearing her voice looped over and over again as the producers made tiny, almost imperceptible adjustments was driving her mad. Not to mention that after sitting in the chair so long her rear end itched like crazy from having her fur plastered against the fabric of her panties, which themselves had become firmly wedgied. Gracie silently lamented wearing jeans today as she shifted her weight onto one cheek in an effort to relieve the discomfort.


“Uhhh, yeah…yeah I think that's good.” She almost didn’t hear the lead producer’s voice over the sound of her own thoughts. Throughout the day she’d gradually tuned out the brown bat’s voice. 


“Are we done?” The wolf perked her head up as she spoke, trying to hide her excitement. 


The producer kept his eyes focused on the screen as the tech, a rather young looking fox boy turned instead, removing his headphones as he looked at Gracie. 


“I think there’s a few things he still wants to look at still, but I don’t think we’ll need ya’ for anything if you want to step out and grab a bite or use the bathroom. We’ll let you know when it's all wrapped up.” 


“Ok thanks!” She replied with a forced smile, rising from her seat and trying not to sprint out of the room. 


‘Fuck, I do actually have to pee…’ She mused to herself as she stepped out of the studio and into the harsh fluorescent lighting in the hallway. 


The door to the studio was rather unassuming, just a simple metal door painted brown with a number “4” painted on it. This building was the main headquarters of her record label, as part of her contract her first three albums were meant to be recorded here. This was number two, the much awaited sequel to her vaunted debut record. “Alya” was her stage name, chosen by the record execs who signed her on. They had said that while she had a perfect voice and appearance to be a pop icon, the name “Gracie Joyce Palmer” wasn’t exactly “alluring” enough to sell records. She had been so naive back then, a fact that she often looks back on and rolls her eyes about. Her eyes had been filled with the glamor and temptation of fame and the fortune that it brought. She saw herself up there with the stars, on stage in front of adoring fans, and of course living in a giant fancy mansion with a cavernous swimming pool. 
Nobody had prepared her for the reality of becoming a star, sure she had seen all her fantasies of being on stage in front of giant crowds and seen checks in her name with eye watering sums of money on them and wore clothes that she’d never dreamed of wearing before. People loved her, adored her even. Her face and “name” was all over the place, her songs on the radio and all over the internet. But quickly the dark side of the industry had reared its head, revealing the true nature of the life that now lay before her. Any sense of privacy had been obliterated immediately, from the paparazzi constantly following her to the small crowd of people that basically lived in her apartment with her. Hair and fur stylists, the PR and marketing team, people from the record label, social media managers, even the small flock of personal assistants, at a given point any or all of them could be there. She hardly knew any of these people, they just sort of showed up one day and she’d been stuck with them ever since. It had been humiliating at first, not even being able to pop down to grab a coffee or go out shopping with her friends. 


“Oh you want a coffee? Just tell me what you want and I’ll order it.”


“Sorry Ma’am, we think it's too much of a security risk for you to go out drinking, I know your friends invited you, but it's too dangerous.” 


Sentences such as these had been crushing the young wolf’s soul since she signed the contract. It was being barred from going where she pleased that hurt the most, the rest she had learned to drown out just like the endless droning of the producers. Before it had been a simple matter of meeting up with her friends to go out to the club or to a bar, or even just for lunch and shopping. Casual things that now seemed like a distant and unobtainable luxury. There was a part of her that understood it though, she knew that when she went out she was almost always recognized. Someone would shout “Alya!” and immediately there’d be a rush as everyone tried to get a glimpse of the new star. 


“Ugg, you look like hammered shit girl…” She whispered to herself in the mirror. Her fur was a mix of bright whites, golden tans and silvery grays, though now it all looked rather dull after the long day she’d had. Her hair, which in the morning had been a beautiful wavy gold, was now rather frizzy from the lack of maintenance. 




The bathroom was simple, but private, for the use of talents only. The entire building seemed like it was designed to keep people like her away from everyone else. Even though this room was clearly marked “girls” Gracie had heard the stories of what happened in here when boys were invited in, the opened boxes of condoms stored under the sink had confirmed the truth of these the first time she’d used it. But now all she cared about was the relief as she finally shuffled out of her jeans, easing the pressure off her punished butt fur and letting her retrieve her panties from her behind. Gracie knew that she only had a few minutes for her pee break and that the producers and audio engineers would be wanting her back as soon as possible. Her body fought to stay there on the toilet for an extra minute or two and bask in the impenetrable privacy of the bathroom, but her mind forced her body back into motion as she stood and cleaned herself. She did take a moment to try and brush down her ass fur, but it had become so scruffy and ruffled from sitting that she knew it would need a proper shower and blow dry. Shuffling back into her clothes she looked at herself in the mirror once more, this time accompanied by the sound of the sink as she washed her hands. With a sigh she smoothed down the fur around her waist line, tucking in the elastic band of her underwear that peaked above her jeans. Even these hadn’t been her choice, when she’d moved into her fancy new penthouse apartment she’d mentioned offhand how she needed new clothes for her wardrobe, and the next day her manager presented her with several new brand deals. Photoshoots for the brands, a fat check and all the free clothes she wanted, it sounded great until the pushy photographer was dictating how she should pose and lift her tail to best show off her rump during a shoot for an underwear brand.
It was embarrassing at first, but she’d soon gotten into something of a rhythm with it, forcefully shutting down any negative emotions. Showing off her body wasn’t what she feared, she performed in a rather tight and sparkly leotard and had always worn showy swimsuits to the beach. But there was something about being told to lift her tail and cock a hip to one side simply because someone else signed a contract for her felt wrong, being used as a living marketing tool wasn’t on her radar when she signed up for this. Though in hindsight, not anticipating such things was another moment of past naivety that she often now kicked herself for. Taking one last glance in the mirror the she wolf forced her ears to perk back up in an effort to make herself look more alert and energetic, hiding her exhaustion and mental fatigue.
 She knew that directly across the hall was a small break room with comfy sofas, stocked fridges and fresh fruit and other snacks. It was a relative paradise compared to the stuffy recording booth and studio, though one that she seldom got to visit as her presence was often required not only in the sound booth but afterwards too as she demanded having as much creative autonomy and say in her music as possible. The label tried to get her to sing songs written by their in-house writers and to just let the producers and engineers do all the instrumentals and technical work. All of this she had rejected, insisting on writing all of her songs herself and having a say in the instrumentals, even if it meant hours of boredom sitting in the studio. 


‘Should grab a bite…’ Gracie thought, knowing it might be her last chance to eat before she gets home. 


The young wolf groaned as she approached the door, she could hear voices behind it, boisterous male voices. But her hunger outweighed her desire for quiet privacy. All of the loud voices immediately silenced as the heavy door creaked open and the tired, somewhat disheveled wolf girl walked in. The door she had entered was situated in the right hand corner of the room, upon walking in there were a series of couches to the left with coffee tables in front of them. Another door sat in the far left corner while directly in front was a table laid out with fruits and snacks while in the right corner were a couple of refrigerators. 
 Sitting on the couch were four men, all looked to be about her age, early to maybe mid twenties. Immediately she recognized them as the members of the punk rock band “Gummy Grenade”. The label signed all kinds of acts and put out all different genres of music, so running into such a group wasn’t uncommon. Their members consisted of their lead singer and rhythm guitarist Jaxson, who was a somewhat short but notoriously feisty Fennec fox, Ishmael, a panther who played their lead guitar. Isaac, a long haired donkey was the bass player and finally their drummer, Kennedy, was a fit looking stallion. His body was a shiny brown bay color, the only variation being the customary white stripe down the middle of his face. Gracie only knew them because her younger sister Lizzie was a big fan of theirs, and had something of a crush on Ishmael. She had asked her older sister that if she met them, if she could get their autographs for her. Currently Gracie had nothing on hand for them to sign however, though her sister’s request was now forefront in her mind,  alongside getting food and something to drink.


“Oh, hey guys.” She said casually as the door closed behind her, she wasn’t sure if the boys recognized her when she was dressed in a basic gray tee shirt and blue jeans. 


The band were likewise dressed casually for their own recording session. Most of them wore hoodies, tee shirts and sweatpants apart from Kennedy who was wearing black jeans with a white tank top. The door she had entered was situated in the right hand corner of the room, upon walking in there were a series of couches to the left with coffee tables in front of them. Another door sat in the far left corner while directly in front was a table laid out with fruits and snacks while in the right corner were a couple of refrigerators. 


“Alya right?” Kennedy asked as Isaac handed Jaxson a lighter. 


“Ah, well, yeah, that's not my real name though…” She stuttered out, the pop idol finding herself somewhat star struck. 


“Oh yeah? What's your real name then?” The bay colored equine asked, his fur shining under the warmer fluorescent lights. He had a silly looking smile on his face, as if he had a joke loaded in the chamber waiting to fire it off at the wolf, who noticed that he was the only one paying her any real attention. 


“It's Gracie actually…” She said shyly, the sound of her own given name sounding strange to her after being called by her stage name so often. 


“Well Kennedy is actually my middle name, Markus is my first. Markus Kennedy Williams Jr. is the whole thing.” 


“Sounds more like a country singer to me.” Gracie mused in a playful tone, forcing her nerves down as she tried to return the stallion’s playful energy. 


As she reached for an energy drink out of the fridge, she finally noticed what the other bandmates were so preoccupied with as Jaxson passed out a handful of joints, flicking Isaac’s lighter and igniting the end of his before passing the flame back to the donkey. 


“Well funny you say that, my dad actually was a country singer, a damn good one too. You can imagine what he said when he learned what type of band I was in!” He said with a chuckle, and as he spoke Gracie could in fact hear the remnants of what was once a country accent still on his voice. 


“Oh really! No way that's cool!” The young wolf’s interest was legitimately piqued now. 


“Yeah, he was the real deal. Hey, why don’t you come sit down, you look like you could use a break.” The stallion spoke, his tone welcoming as his face still wore a hint of a smile in one corner of his mouth. 


The scent of the weed now hit Gracie like a tank, it wasn’t that skunky garbage that she had occasionally smoked in high school, she could tell that whatever this was it was nuclear. 


“Yeah alright.” She says confidently, though in secret she was brimming with nerves. She knew that she has to get back to the studio at some point, but also had to ask for a bunch of autographs from these guys she’d just met while they were also trying to take a much needed break. 


There was just enough space on the couch for one more rear end as Gracie wedged herself between the arm rest and Kennedy’s thigh. Now seated she cracked open her energy drink and took a sip, the sweet caffeinated beverage hitting her system like a lightning strike. 


“You been in the studio a while?” Kennedy asked, his voice dropping to a lower, more casual tone as he took a drag off his joint. 


“I’ve been here since like nine this morning, I’m so done.” Gracie replied with a chuckle. 


“Well here, take a load off yeah?” the big horse said with a goofy smile as he passed her the joint, the weed already seeming to hit his system. 


Gracie took a deep breath, she hadn’t touched the stuff since high school, she knew that it was legal in this state now, but it still got her heartbeat racing as she watched the smoke trailing off the cherry. The other end was still slightly damp as she put it to her lips, drawing in for only a few seconds as she felt the smoke fill her lungs. She tried to hold it, but her body was having none of it and she was forced to let it out, a series of hard coughs following. 


“Ah, you’re alright, take a sip of your drink.” Kennedy encouraged, patting her on the back as she hunched over. 


“Fuck, what is that shit!” Gracie exclaimed as she finally got some air back in her lungs, her brain already cloudy from the hit. 


“That my friend, is the grimdark dragon's blood butlerian jihad pack.” Isaac said as he took another puff. 


“The fucking what?” Gracie retorted. 


“Nah I’m just fuckin’ with ya, I actually grew this shit.” the Donkey replied with a hearty chuckle. 


“Damn dude, whatever it is, I’m already fucked up over here!” the wolf laughed in return. 


“Uh huh, good shit ain’t it. I can hook you up with more if you want.” 


“Ahh, maybe…” Gracie trailed off, her head spinning just from the one puff. 


Handing the joint back to Kennedy the wolf sipped her energy drink, the caffeine helping slightly. 


“You know, my sister is really big into you.” The horse said, leaning his head over to look Gracie in the eye. 


“Really? No way.” 


“Yeah, she even asked if I could get your autograph if we ever met.” 


Gracie let out a loud “Ha!” leaning her head back as she did so. 


“What? What's so funny?” He asked with a stoned giggle. 


“My sister asked me the same thing about you guys, she loves Gummy Grenade.”


“Oh shit! Thats fuckin’ awsome, yeah we’ll have to sign something for her!” Kennedy exclaimed in a tone of genuine excitement.


 “Hey Jax? You still got that sharpie?” 


“Yeah, here.” The sharpie twirled over everyone’s laps, Kennedy tried to catch it but it landed instead on Gracie’s thighs. 


“Oops, sorry.” The Fennec apologized as Gracie handed it to the large stallion. 


“Hey uhh, yeah, get me that poster off the wall.” Kennedy said, gesturing at a Gummy Grenade posting hanging on the opposite wall. 


The entire break room was covered in posters from the various bands and acts signed to the label. Somewhere in here Gracie knew there was an Alya poster, though she couldn’t find it at the moment. 


“Won’t we get in trouble for taking that?” She asked, setting her drink down on the small coffee table in front of them. 


“Nah, it's fine.”       


With that she gently pulled the poster down, it was only held up with some putty and so came off the wall easily. The poster itself had all four band members posed in front of it while behind them was a waterfall of different fruit gummies all with grenade pins and spoons on them while the band name in big green letters dominated the top and bottom of the poster. It was rather silly looking, but then again they were a rather silly band. Their music was fun and lively, with enough metal influences to not come off as corny to most people. It was clear that the boys were having fun with it. Gracie moved her drink and an ashtray off to the side to make room for the poster on the table as the band members began to crowd around it. 


“Shit this is an old one, I think I made this on my computer in like an hour!” Ishmael chuckled. 


One by one each member signed their autograph in a prominent place on the image, the silver marker leaving a distinctive mark. Kennedy was the last to sign and claimed the bottom right of the poster, writing his name with a big stylized “K” and a swoopy “Y”  at both ends, but rather than just capping the marker he hovered over the space under his signature for a moment before turning to Gracie. 


“What's your sister’s name?” He asked. 


“Lizzie” Gracie replied, leaning in to see what the large equine was about to write. 


“To our greatest fan Lizze, keep being awesome!” 


Kennedy’s handwriting was surprisingly tidy and legible as he finished off the little message with a smiley face. Gracie figured that it was something he’d probably written dozens or hundreds of times, it was a rather cliche message, but she knew that Lizzie would be over the moon with it nonetheless. She could already see the reaction on the young teenager’s face when the poster would be given to her, the way her eyes lit up always brought a smile to Gracie’s face even when the older wolf was feeling down. 


“There! How is that?” He asked as he capped the marker. 


“Perfect, she’ll love it.” Even though she still felt a bit woozy from the weed, Gracie tried to express her gratitude in her expression as much as possible. She could see by the polite smile that Kennedy understood her as the others leaned back against the couch. 


“I guess it's your turn huh?” He said playfully in a low voice, handing the light colored wolf the silver marker. 


For Gracie, the prospect of having to stand up again was rather daunting as her limbs still felt rather heavy and clumsy. Her mind was far more relaxed than it had been; however, all of her stressors that had accumulated throughout the day melted back into the recesses of her mind. The high she had gotten from the single hit was enough to enable her to just not think about it anymore, the suppression of her nerves from the drug bringing a sense of much needed calm to the wolf as she searched for one of her posters. It took her a moment to find one, the poster being stuck up on the wall right next to the door she had come through earlier. Her poster had a more serious feel to it, with her name in large styled gold letters at the top. It was mostly blue with her wearing her sparkly leotard holding a microphone aloft above her head while the stage lights shined down upon her. She always thought that it made her look like some kind of religious icon, a statement which one of the executives had said was pretty much the point. 


“You're an idol now Alya, people don’t just follow you for your music you know, you mean something to them besides just a song to listen to, that's why we have to portray a certain image here.” The old Lion had said from behind his desk, his perfectly pressed blue suit portraying his status and authority. 


Carefully she peeled off the wall putty and brought the poster back to the coffee table where the ashtrays now had the smoldering roaches tossed in them, the remnants of their smoke lightly swirling upwards into the clear air of the room. Gracie let out a sigh as she sat herself back down next to Kennedy, this time it was the stallion who observed the wolf as Gracie uncapped the marker. 


“Well, I guess it's also my turn to ask you what your sister’s name is.” She said with a light chuckle.


“Heh, yeah, her name is Maisie.” 


“Aww! That's cute, Markus and Maisie.” 


Kennedy playfully rolled his eyes as Gracie signed her name, like his signature, she too started out with a large “A” The first stroke being a swooping line the first part ot the letter, then sharply down as she moved into the other letters, the line across the middle of her A kept going over the rest of the signature next to which she too drew a smiley face. 


“To Maisie: Thank you so much for all of your love, it means so much to me! P.S. You have a super cool brother too.”  


“Ha! she’s gonna freak when she sees that!” Kennedy said with a smile as he held up the poster. 


“Thank you, She’s been talking about you ever since she learned that you and I are signed to the same label.” He continued. 


“Aww, how old is she?” Gracie asked, she could see the other band members starting to get restless on the couch, but Kennedy was still giving the wolf his undivided attention. 


“Thirteen.” He answered, setting the Alya posted back down atop the Gummy Grenade one. 


“That's the same age as Lizzie!” Gracy exclaimed, a smile crossing her snout at the happy coincidence. 


“Oh shit! Maybe they can be friends someday.” Kennedy’s ears perked up as he spoke, his expression hinting that his words weren’t just hollow platitudes. 


“That’d be nice…” Gracie’s voice trailed off as she rested her whole weight against the back of the sofa for the first time since sitting down.


The cushion seemed to envelop her, whisking away of the aches and discomforts that the weed had left behind. The effects of her half-hearted single toke were starting to fade and she realized that she’d soon have to get back to the studio and that she’d kept the others waiting long enough. Still, she didn’t want to get up out of the relative comfort of the sofa, the presence of the large stallion next to her providing something of a sense of security as his body shielded her’s from the other bandmates. The wall of horse to her right gave her a sense of much needed privacy, a shield against any invaders. As she closed her eyes and took a deep breath she felt Kennedy’s body shift slightly as he placed his arm on the top of the couch behind her. It was a movement that she was familiar with, a pretty standard move that gently telegraphed a potential deeper interest. She could tell that the stallion knew what he was doing, he had waited until she had gotten comfortable and relaxed around him before pulling the move. If he had done it the moment she sat down it would have come off totally differently. 


‘Might as well…’ Gracie mused to herself as she shifted her weight to the right, leaning her body against Kennedy’s and setting her head gently down on his shoulder. 


It was subtle but she could feel an immediate shift in him too as he pressed a tiny amount of his own weight back against her, just enough to let her know that the contact was mutual. 


‘This is nice…he smells good too…’ The wolf’s inner dialog was unfiltered as new emotions began to well up within her. 


She could smell some kind of masculine, but tasteful cologne still on him along with a rich natural scent. Being a wolf she was biologically inclined to differentiate by smell, even down to individuals of the same species. His warm and heady natural smell added another layer of calms and comfort for Gracie as she relaxed against him, she had been taught from a young age to trust her nose, even more when it came to others, and especially when it came to boys. Her mother always told her that a wolf's nose could pick out a rotten apple from a mile away, and to always trust what it told her. The fact that he was only wearing a tank top instead of a proper shirt only enhanced things as the garment left little of the stallion's upper half to her visual or olfactory imagination. 


‘Shit, what do I do if he makes a move? Do I even want him to make a move? I mean, Maybe…He's kinda hot, but…Uggh, I don’t know, it's been so long...’ 


Gracie’s inner voice fretted, it wasn’t that this was an unfamiliar position for the young wolf, she’d had boyfriends before and had hooked up with guys her fair share of times in the past. But this was her first experience with another person with a similar level of fame and influence. Her first time going through these subtle, careful motions through the filter of being famous. She’d never had to ask herself what the paparazzi and the tabloids would think if they found out, or what would happen if a lewd picture or video of her leaked online, what it would do to her. All of these things had made sex scary again, a risky endeavor that only threatened her and her burgeoning career. Gracie had grown out of and overcome many of her struggles with fame and the limelite, but this was one barrier that she had yet to break down. Horses and other equines weren’t even really her type, not that she disliked them, but her sexual preferences had always led her towards other men in the past. But now as she sat there, basking in the warmth of his bay colored figure, her own form relaxed and leaning against it, she couldn’t deny the obvious signs that her body was giving her. As she accepted these signals for what they were, heavy weight seemed to finally lift off Gracie’s soul as the Pop star resigned herself to allowing nature to take its course with Kennedy, wherever it might lead them. 
As gracefully as possible she leaned more of her body into the bay coated horse, shifting her body even more to the right until their thighs were well and truly touching and the bulk of her body was up against his, her own hand now resting against the top of his thigh. She kept her eyes closed, letting her body relax while her mind scrutinized Kennedy’s every move in an effort to gauge his intentions. He was doing the same thing, keeping a cool exterior while carefully planning his next move. He'd been with enough women in the past to know how to expertly play this subtle back and forth ritual with them. In his career as a rock star I was common for girls to essentially hurl themselves at him, but for as fun as that was the stallion enjoyed far more the challenge of earning it, of being able to read the signs and push the right buttons at the right time to get them out of their panties. Only when he'd noticed that Gracie had finally laid back against the sofa and relaxed and let herself get comfortable around him had he thrown out the arm around her. It was just a simple low risk feeler, an act designed to gauge her interest without coming off too weird if she wasn't. But rather than shy away or refuse to acknowledge the gesture she reciprocated, opening the door for him to gently push forward. 


‘Oh Damn that worked, alright let's see what she does with this…’ The stallion’s own inner voice narrated his thoughts back to him as he planned his next move. He was enjoying every second of it, feeling her inch herself closer not only to him physically but emotionally too. He could tell that she was psyching herself up for it, waiting for him to lead her somewhere special. 


Gracie was curious if he would do it, she knew what the natural next step was for him. And sure enough after a few moments with her in this new position the wolf felt his arm shift, dropping from the top of the sofa to her leg. She sensed his large hand take hold of the soft underside of her thigh. He was a little more than  halfway up, far enough to have more than a full handful but not enough to be grabbing her ass, but close enough to it for her mind to immediately think about it. 


‘Shit, this is really happening…’ Her mind beamed with eager anticipation. She was enjoying this little game the two of them were playing. She knew that they were tiptoeing towards an inevitable conclusion if they kept this up, though by now she had no plans of stopping and was content to let things progress naturally.


Again Gracie knew what her next move was, bending her body slightly at the hips she stuck out her bottom just enough to free her tail from underneath her. The fluffy appendage was the same color as her hair, a lovely golden blonde. Most of her back was this color apart from a patch of silvery gray fur right in the middle that tapered to a point at the base of her neck and tail respectively. She wasn’t sure if Kennedy understood the complex body language of tails when it came to wolves, as such she tried to make it as obvious for him as possible as she brushed it up against he hand holding onto her thigh. She wasn’t sure at first if he understood, but she soon felt him turn his head back towards his bandmates, opening her eyes just enough to see him give the other boys a subtle nod with his head. 


‘He’s telling them to get out!’ Her thought was confirmed as she heard the puffs of breath and shuffling fabric as the other band members stood up, one of them whispered something to him as he got up, though Gracie couldn’t make it out. 


As the others stood and filed out Kennedy confirmed his intentions as his hand slid from its grip, over the top of her thigh and between her legs, sliding up until the stallion was cupping her crotch. Gracie’s breath caught in her throat, her legs instinctively clamping shut around the intruding hand. Finally the door shut behind the last of the horse’s colleagues, freeing the pair from the burden of prying eyes. 


“K-keep going.” Gracie whispered, a hint of horny desperation in her voice as she slid her own hand between her legs and on top of his. 


“Mhm.” the equine hummed in reply, the smile on his face growing as he realized that he was in. 


‘Damn I’m good sometimes…’ Kennedy thought, pride surged through his system as the stallion relished his victory.


Kennedy wasted no time in obliging the horny wolf, the soft feeling and warmth of her thighs around his hand had caused a small bulge to form in his pants. With her eyes now open Gracie noticed the growing pants tent on his lap, she couldn’t help but stare at it as the stallion rubbed her over her jeans. His pressure was firm but not overly heavy, just enough for her to feel his strength and to make the texture of her panties work to his advantage as he squeezed and massaged between her legs. Gracie squeezed her legs together, stretching her back and letting out a deep sigh right next to Kennedy’s ear, making it plain to him that she was enjoying what he was doing. She could tell that he knew what he was doing, the pressure of his middle finger tracing up the crotch seam of her jeans was just enough to send a shiver up her spine and cause her to bare her fangs a little as she bit down on her bottom lip.   


“You wanna sit on my lap?” He asked, his voice dripped with a well earned confidence.


“Uh huh.” Was all Gracie replied, her eagerness evident despite her brief reply. 


As fun as it was, playing with her pussy over her clothes was only going to get them so far, and Gracie was impatient after being pent up for so long. She was glad that Kennedy was keeping things moving, his experience with women showed as he leaned back and let himself be used as a seat. The feeling of the wolf’s ass on his lap sealed the deal for him, that soft weight and gentle rocking of her hips set his brain alight. As she leaned back against him the stallion wrapped his shiny brown arms around her body, holding the wolf’s frame in place as she opened her legs for him. She was fairly tall, and as such her snout was about level with his, the wolf’s tongue darting from her snout to pepper the stallion with small licks and kisses. In response he slid his hands down her belly and along the insides of her thighs, letting Gracie feel the width of his palms and the strength of his fingers. 
The sound of the zipper on Gracie’s jeans being pulled down sent a jolt through the young she wolf’s brain, no longer was this just a little bit of harmless petting. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, her belly full of butterflies as she watched those strong equine digits undo the button on her pants, the skinny jeans popping open to reveal the bright red fabric and black elastic waistband of her panties. Another deep sigh escaped Gracie’s mouth as Kennedy slid his right hand under the black waistband. The wolf’s hips leaned into the stallion’s touch, her body reacting on its own to his advances. The pad of his middle finger was naturally textured, not rough but not entirely smooth either. With delicate, almost imperceptible pressure he slid the textured digit up the gentle cleft left in the red fabric, the feeling of his skin texture sliding along the sweat-dampened soft fabric sent Gracie’s back arching off of Kennedy’s abdomen. Her eyes squeezed shut as her face scrunched up as she inhaled sharply, the breath being let out in the form of a wavering moan from behind her teeth.


“You like that?” Kennedy teased, a sly smile crossing his equine face.


“Mhm…” Gracie sighed from behind her teeth as she eased herself back down.
    
The horse kept his right hand where it was, his middle finger continuing to tease Gracie from atop her underwear while his left glided up her belly, lifting her fur in the wrong direction and pushing her shirt up until his hand was situated under her right tit. Again this barrier provided little resistance as the beige breast cup was pushed up and out of the way. Like before his grip was solid and firm, commanding but not painful or excessive. It was just enough to let the wolf know that she was in the hands of an experienced and dominant male. Gracie’s chest filled Kennedy’s hand and then some, it was normal for female wolves to have large breasts, and she was no exception. Kennedy basked in the sensation of having the wolf’s perky tit in one hand while he played with her pussy with the other, all the while her body pressed down on top of his, her wiggling hips and wagging tail signalling her own enjoyment as they. Her movements on top of him were having another effect however as the horse’s dick begged to be set free of its confines, Gracie too could feel it poking her rear as she sat atop the bay stallion. She wasn’t doing him any favors as she rubbed her ass against the hard bulge, the motion only causing more pressure to build in his clothes. Kennedy knew that it was time to make another move, he wanted to keep playing with her pussy but he knew he needed to let himself out. 


“Hey Gracie.” He said in that same confident, almost arrogant tone. 


“Y-yeah? What?” The wolf asked, tilting her head back to look at the stallion. 


“Have you ever sucked horse dick before?”  


The wolf’s tail immediately started wagging harder, bouncing back and forth off of Kennedy’s knees. With her attention gained he drew back his right hand, finally sliding it under her panties. He wanted to at least play with it a little bit before they were forced to change positions. The bold move caused another sharp breath and greedy moan to escape from the large canine. She was already wet enough for him to touch owing to his prior stimulations, he was proud of himself when he felt it as it was the undeniable evidence of her arousal and enjoyment of his technique. 


“N-no…AH!” She said in a quieter, more dainty voice before letting out another cry as she felt Kennedy’s digit glide up her slit, a hint of blush emerging from under the light colored fur on her face. 


“H-have you ever eaten wolf pussy?” Gracie replied back, her voice wavering slightly, though she recovered more of her natural tone. 


“Plenty of times.” Kennedy countered with a sly smile as he retracted his hand from her panties. He was twenty nine, and had been touring and playing gigs since his teen years. The stallion definitely wasn't lying when speaking on his sexual experience.


Understanding his meaning, Gracie slid herself up and off the stallion. Now standing between his knees she reached up and under the back of her shirt, unclasping and taking her bra the rest of the way off. After shimmying the garment out from under her shirt she tossed in on the coffee table before sliding it back to make room for herself. Her back was still to the stallion, his eyes no doubt locked onto her rump as she bent over to move the table. Her pants were already unzipped and unbuttoned, and the wolf liked a little bit of a breeze down there anyway when sucking dick. Flicking her tail up and out of the way Gracie made a show of sticking out her ass for the horse’s pleasure, hooking her thumbs into the waist of her jeans as she shuffled out of them. She left them at about mid thigh, enough for him to get a proper view of her well toned ass. She backed herself up until she felt one of his hands on each cheek, she wished in that moment that she had worn a thong, if not for this then at least to stop them from riding up her asscrack when she sat down for long stints in the studio. 
Kennedy massaged and squeezed Gracie’s butt, that now familiar unyielding pressure filling her with warm arousal as he felt her supple yet stout bottom. Her fur back here was pure white, the gold and gray fur on her back ended just before her rear end curved out, the backs of her thighs were likewise white down to her knees where the silver and blonde color scheme began anew. As he felt her up his hands once more slid underneath her panties, this time of course it was the back of them. The stallion lifted and spread her cheeks, the red fabric of her underwear blocking his view of what lay between them. It was another sign that Gracie now picked up on as she unbuttoned the strap of elastic that went over the top of her tail. Kennedy smiled to himself as he watched her do that, knowing full well what came next. Rocking her hips back and forth like a stripper, Gracie slid her panties off, starting with her butt as she stuck it out at him, sliding them off her rear slow enough for him to savor it. The gradual reveal confirmed to him that the wolf indeed had a pure white ass. 


“Fuck girl…” Kennedy whispered under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear as he voiced his satisfaction at the show he’d been given. 


Once more Gracie felt his hands back there, this time with the added sensation of his breath against her downy soft butt fur as the stallion leaned in close to her rear. 


“You know we canines don’t actually smell each other’s butts, you know.” Gracie joked as she felt her asscheeks squeezed together followed by a deep inhale. 


“Shhhhhh” Was Kennedy’s only reply, he wanted to savor the moment uninterrupted. 


‘Yeah, alright’ Gracie thought to herself, rolling her eyes in half-amusement. She’d never been shushed during sex before.


Leaning his long face in, Kennedy spread the wolf’s butt open, revealing the soft pink skin of her asshole. His nose was filled with the musky smell of her sweat and natural odor, drunk off it he plunged his fat nose into her rear, inhaling as much of it as he could fit in his lungs. 


“Goddamn, you really are into that huh…” Gracie whispered, breaking Kennedy’s rule of silence. 


This time there was no shush as the stallion inhaled the heady scent of wolf tush, his big nostrils allowing for large volumes of it to enter his body. This wasn’t an unfamiliar position for the horse, in his brain was something of a catalogue of the famous women he’d been with, their scents being what always seemed to stick in his mind besides their image. Now he was adding Gracie to this list as he allowed himself to indulge in his love of women’s asses. It was always amusing to him how with all of the posters and promo shots and album covers, with the whole doctored and choreographed image surrounding women like her, you wouldn’t be mistaken for thinking that her rear end would smell like roses or vanilla or some other heavenly odor. And while that may be true for an idol like Alya, Gracie’s ass still smelled like that of a she wolf that had been sitting in a chair in a warm studio all day wearing jeans, which to Kennedy qualified as some other heavenly odor. And with his nose still drawing deep breaths of her ass scent, the stallion couldn’t resist sticking his tongue out from between his dexterous lips. Its wet mass slapped hard against the wolf’s asshole, causing her to audibly gasp from the sudden intrusion into her backside. It’s wet, warm mass firmly caressing her tailhole, the supple, elastic skin of her anus flexed under the pressure of the stallion’s tongue, the wolf’s nerves firing wildly from the stimulation.  
Kennedy’s breaths were more stable and measured now as his tongue took over the anal worshipping from his nose. He could taste the saltiness of her sweat as his nose continued to intake more of her erotic canine musk, the scent dripping with a pleasant mustiness on account of the she wolf’s ass being pressed into the seat cushion all day. Though with each inhale he could detect more and more of her building arousal rising up from between her legs. Gracie could feel it too as a strand clung to her inner thigh, the clear string jiggling back and forth as the wolf’s body shifted from each heavy lap against her tailhole. That fat tongue between her cheeks coated her crack in wet saliva as his wide nose pressed hard into that exquisite wolf tush. The stallion’s hands maintained a firm grip on both of her buttocks, pushing them together against his own snout and then spreading them apart again to grant himself more access to the young canine. She yelped when she felt him land a firm spank on her right buttcheek, the force of the impact leaving her buttock tingling. Gracie was embarrassed to admit it, but she loved being spanked, whether it was being bent over a knee and punished, during sex or even just during the day or while cuddling. As a wolf she was expected to be tough and proud, even dominant, more so when it came to other species, but deep down she knew that she loved it. Another spank delivered to her left cheek only served to confirm this as now her entire booty stung with tingly pleasure. Gracie bit the bottom of her lip, her eyes starting to roll back as she pressed her ass back onto the stallion’s mouth, his fat nose and tongue leaving a deep and lasting impression on the young she wolf. She would have loved to stay there all night and lounge in the heavenly sensation of having her ass ate. But Kennedy knew that their time was limited at best. In a final act of butt worship he pressed his tongue against her hole, locking his lips around it and sucking hard. Gracie conveyed her satisfaction with a sultry moan as the stallion pulled back, the suction breaking with a loud, wet pop.


“Holy fuck dude…” Gracie’s voice wavered as she spoke, but Kennedy could still make out her tone of genuine surprise. 


“Ha! What's wrong girl? Never had your ass ate before!” the stallion chuckled from behind her, giving her butt one last gentle slap before planting a gentle kiss on her right cheek.


“Well yeah, but…never like that” the wolf spoke in a shy tone, the blush once again forming on her face as she smoldered with embarrassment, her mind suddenly very keenly aware that she was naked from the waist down in a semi-public space. 


“Ha! Yeah thats because you’ve never fucked a horse before!” Kennedy gloated. 


“Uh huh” Gracie said mockingly, “If you think I’m going out and getting one of those horseshoe brands on my hip after this, then you are sorely mistaken.” 


“Why? It would be hot.” the stallion replied jokingly. 


Gracie just rolled her eyes and gently swatted Kennedy’s nose as she spun around to face him. With the horse’s  vision now full of wolf pussy, Gracy reached behind herself to unclasp her bra and finish the process that Kennedy had started earlier. Sliding it off under her shirt she tossed it on the sofa next to him. As she did she noticed him leaning back into the sofa, a happy and content look on his face as he beheld the half naked she wolf, her nipples now poking through and leaving little peaks on her shirt. 


“What? You wanna sniff this too?” Gracie exclaimed, feigning offense while gesturing at her crotch. 


“Heh, yeah sure.” Kennedy replied coyly from behind a sideways smile as he leaned forward again. 


“I was being sarcastic, but go ahead.” the wolf said with a chuckle.


Kennedy playfully rolled his eyes before once more he took a hold of the wolf’s hips, pulling her close as he pressed his nose into her crotch fluff. Now that she was no longer on tour, Gracie didn’t bother trimming much down there, while performing it was necessary given that she wore a leotard, but now she was content to let it grow. Her fur here was mostly white like her rump, though the pointy tip of her untrimmed pubic and chest tufts sported the gold-like caramel color that made up much of her body. Though the wolf’s belly, chest and neck were all white with the bright fur darkening to a silvery gray near her sides before turning tan as it progressed around to her back. Standing there with her legs together, her thighs concealed much of her intimate details. Wolf girls weren’t known for having thigh gaps and Gracie was no exception. Spreading her legs a bit revealed the subtle cleft of her pussy to the stallion who wasted no time in putting his face up to it. He was more gentle this time, his velvety nose pressingly gingerly against her as he began to slowly inhale. The warm and considerate pressure on her womanhood coupled with the steady breaths caused a pleasant tingle to march its way up her spine, her tail flicking behind her as a visible expression of this feeling. 
Kennedy’s olfactory senses were flooded with the scent of female arousal, the distinct smell of wolf pussy dominating his brain as he held his nose into her crotch fur. Alongside her normal female scent and heightened arousal, the stallion’s sensitive nose also detected the warm and treacherously inviting odor of fertility along with a slight twinge of urine still stuck in her fur from when she had peed before joining them in the breakroom. Imagines immediately flashed through his mind as the scent entered his brain, pictures of what the she wolf would look like with her belly swollen with his offspring, of her gazing into his eyes with love as he flooded her womb. These were all natural responses to what he was smelling, his male instincts working as intended when in the presence of a female in heat. Though because there were still only relatively small amounts of the pheromones emanating from between her legs, these urges were easily suppressed. Kennedy knew that winter was the time when female wolves tended to go into heat. From what his nose was picking up,  the stallion could tell that Gracie’s was right around the corner, her body already preparing itself for that time of the year. If this encounter had happened even a few days to a few weeks from now, his instincts, and hers for that matter, would be nearly impossible for them to control. 
Kennedy bookmarked this aspect of Gracie’s scent in the brain as well, adding another one of her unique smells to his memory. He wasn’t sure if he was the only one that did this, taking mental notes of women’s scents like this. He often found himself reminiscing on his favorites that he’d been with over the years of his fame, from other celebrities to fans and groupies he amassed quite a collection, with a few standing out in his memory. He could already tell that this wolf was going to be one of those few.


‘Fuck, you’re in trouble now boy…’ He thought to himself as he felt certain emotions well up deep inside, images of what a future with Gracie could look like if he played his cards right flashing through his mind. 


Kennedy was a romantic at heart, the brash stereotypical rockstar personna was mostly a response to his environment. The “sex, drugs and rock&roll” cliche that everyone talked about was very real, and Gummy Grenade had experienced their fair share of all three in their years as a band, with the group having been releasing music and playing shows long before they were signed to a major label. There was little room for relationships in a band like his, not only due to the grueling tour schedule, but the myriad of temptations thrown at him on a near daily basis. One can only say “no” so many times before they give in just to stop people from asking. Kennedy was many things, but he was not a cheater and subjecting any girl to his lifestyle was out of the question for him, even if he knew that being with her would make him happy. 
Once his brain was sufficiently saturated with the odor of a fertile wolf vagina, Kennedy, with some mental effort on his part, removed himself from Gracie’s fluff and eased himself back against the sofa once more. By now his dick had given up in trying to force itself through his pants and had instead stuffed itself down his left pant leg, the erect member still telegraphing its girth through the fabric. Gracie took this as her queue, sinking down to her knees between the stallion’s legs and bracing herself on his thighs. She watched eagerly as he unzipped his pants, his button popping free to reveal his black underwear. Gracie's tail wagged excitedly beneath her as she waited with anticipation for her first experience with horse cock. Kennedy smiled at the wolf’s longing expression as he slid his underwear down, the act exposing the first several inches of his length. Gracie’s eyes were transfixed as he finished pulling it out, the stallion’s impressive penis standing tall at just over a foot long, the shaft being nearly as wide as a soda can. It was mostly a dark brown, with the final third being a fleshy pink color. The barrier between the two tones was uneven with spots of color on both sides. Now it was the wolf’s turn to inhale her partner’s scent, like her, he had been in the studio all day as well. The drummer’s build up of sweat now intermixed with his natural odor, all of it filtering into Gracie’s nostrils and setting off the girl’s neurons. 


“Like what you see?” Kennedy asked proudly, his arms outstretched on top of the sofa to either side. 


“It's not bad.” Gracie replied in an attempt to check the stallion's pride. 


Kennedy didn’t take offense, merely snorting and playfully rolling his eyes. 


“Pfff, ‘not bad’ I bet you’ve never sucked anything this size before though.” He taunted as Gracie leaned her body up to align her mouth with this flat top of the horse’s penis.


Normally Gracie would snip at a mouthy guy like that, but rather than tell him to shut up the wolf decided to play it up a little bit. It was clear to her that he enjoyed their dynamic, as it wasn’t the first time he’d brought up their difference in species. She knew that some folk were into it, with stallions especially. Some even went so far as to get branded with a small horseshoe to show their loyalty to the large equines. Though she herself was not at all into such things, sex with other species wasn’t something she fetishized like some did. If a boy caught her eye and there was chemistry there then it didn’t matter to her what species he was.  


“No…nothing like this…” She said, playing up her amazement and awe as she stared at it, her nose hovering just above the tip of it, her gentle breaths being felt by its owner as she brushed her hair back behind her ears and out of the way of her snout.


Her comment had an immediate effect as Kennedy put his hands behind his head, scooting his rear forward and slouching down a little more to make himself as comfortable as possible. The motion caused the tip of his dick to kiss Gracie’s nose, the wolf’s tongue reflexively licking as a result and sending a brief hint of his masculine, slightly sweaty flavor straight into the wolf’s brain. 


“Ain’t nothin’ to be scared of.” Kennedy reassured in a playful tone, shifting his body some more into the soft cushion. 


Gracie didn’t reply, at least not with her voice as she shimmied herself up closer, holding the stallion’s shaft steady as she opened her mouth. Kennedy let out a content sigh as he felt the warm embrace of the wolf’s mouth envelop the tip of his penis, the pink section at the end disappearing into her maw as she took him. Indeed the horse was big, but Gracie knew what to do, relaxing her throat and calming the reflex in the back of her throat as she slid him deeper. She was intent on showing him what she could do, steadying herself; she slowly slid down deeper and deeper, feeling the long equine dick bend down her gullet. Fighting back the urge to gag she kept going until she felt his slick fur tickle the tip of her nose. 


“H-holy fuck! You have sucked horse dick before haven’t you!” Now it was the stallion’s turn to have his voice waver as he looked down at the wolf crouched between his legs, his entire penis vanishing down her neck. 


The warm, wet sensation of her throat tightly hugging his cock on all sides nearly made him shoot right then and there. Tamping down the urge he watched as she slid herself back up and off, his dick now coated in a shiny layer of wolf spit. Gracie took a deep breath, her throat now open again as she stroked Kennedy with her right hand while her left dropped to her crotch. 


“No, I just know what I’m doing.” She said in a coy manner, rubbing the side of her face along the wet length of the two tone horse dick. 


“Damn, I’d say haha! You know how to suck dick that's for sure!” Kennedy laughed, his casual tone returning to his voice. 


“I’ve had some experience.” Gracie teased with a mischievous smile of her own.


“Heh, and here I was thinking that you were all cute and innocent!” 


“Well, I’d like to think I’m cute at least.” Gracie teased, putting the head of the stallion’s dick back in her mouth. 


“Yeah…you are…” Kennedy leaned his head back again as he settled down to enjoy the moment, his left hand dropping to gently hold Gracie’s face as she sucked. 


The wet sounds of a sloppy blowjob proceeded to fill the room as the wolf settled into a steady pace, her throat making all kinds of loud, erotic noises as she gulped down the thick equine penis. His skin was velvety smooth against her tongue as it glided along his shaft and swirled atop his flat tip. The ridge in the middle provided a good marker for a comfortable depth down her throat. Her hand made up the difference as she stroked the bottom half of his dick. Kennedy kept up a light but steady pressure on the wolf’s head as it bobbed up and down on him. Tucking her left ear between his index finger and thumb he gently massaged her. He knew that both canine and feline girls loved having their ears rubbed and once more Gracie was no exception. The gentle ear rubbing brought a feeling of warm comfort to the wolf’s body as she sucked him. Each time she went down she slid her tongue along the bottom of the horse’s member, sucking hard and pressing it to the roof of her mouth as she drew back, all the while being sure to keep her teeth away from him. A strand of saliva ran from the bottom of her mouth, pooling on the stallions balls and running down the front of the sofa. The strand eventually soaked into the carpet and joined with the other stain being left behind by Gracie’s cunt as she worked herself over. The wolf spread her legs as wide as they would go within the confines of Kenney’s own, her tail fanning the scent of her arousal into the room. Kennedy relished the sight of the wolf’s head bobbing up and down in his lap, the feeling of her tongue on his dick sent shivers of pleasure up his spine as his fingers slid through her silky fur. She was too preoccupied to hear the door behind her creak open slightly, her hers full of the sounds of her own throat inhaling horse dick. Kennedy heard the noise though, keeping his hand on Gracie’s head he looked up to see the lithe face and big ears of a brown bat poking in through the open door. Upon seeing his talent lost in the throws of sucking cock, her rear end naked and exposed with her tail hiked and wagging, the poor audio engineer’s eyes went wide as his nose was assaulted by the combined scents of weed and horny wolf pussy. 
Kennedy recognized him, he was a relatively new employee, and as such wasn’t used to seeing such things. More experienced employees knew to just close the door and keep their mouths shut when they saw something like this. He knew that when the bat made it back to his studio and blabbed about what he’d seen the veteran producer would sternly fill him in on the unwritten “close the door and shut up” policy. Since he wasn’t, he just stood there gawking until he made eye contact with the triumphant stallion. Kennedy shot him a smile and a quick wave, his movements measured so as not to disturb Gracie’s focus. Carefully he motioned for the bat to close the door and slowly the wide eyes and big ears slunk back and the door quietly clicked closed. This was far from the first time that Kennedy had been walked in on by an employee, and he was sure that it wouldn't be his last either. Putting the incident to the back of his mind the horse brought his attention back to the hot she wolf slobbering on his penis.


“Damn girl…you’re really good at this…” Kennedy mumbled almost to himself as he beheld the spectacle.


“Mhmmm.” Gracie hummed, her mouth still full of penis after not hearing the intruder enter. 


Oblivious and with the stallion’s words still ringing in her ears Gracie slid her mouth down past the ridge in the middle of Kennedy’s shaft, opening her gullet to deepthroat him once again. This time she felt his other hand grip the opposite side of her head as the horse chuffed. He was used to having his dick sucked but wasn’t used to being taken balls deep. As such he had little resistance to feeling his penis tucked all the way down someone’s neck. But Gracie’s own experience came in handy as she felt him tense up, the head of his dick buried deep in her esophagus flaring out meant only one thing. Quickly she withdrew off of him, a loud wet moaning noise emanating from the wolf as it became unstuffed. 


“Ohhh…shit…hold on, goddamn…” Kennedy cursed as he caught his breath and relaxed himself. 


“Fucking hell woman, where did you learn to give head like that?” He asked with a laugh as he composed himself. 


“Eh, call it a natural talent.” Gracie joked, shrugging her shoulders as she once more rubbed her face along the length of the horse’s penis, thoroughly impregnating her facial fur with its unmistakable scent. 


“Ha, right. Maybe I’ll have to become one of your groupies then!” 


“I don’t fool around with fans.” the wolf teased as she dropped her snout under Kennedy’s dick, stuffing her wet nose in his balls. 


“Mhm, sure you don’t.” Kennedy teased back, calling Gracie’s bluff as she huffed his balls.


“Alright, not anymore…but it was only a couple times and they weren’t really fans anyway.” She said, pausing between breaths, 


The wolf’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, though the emotion had the effect of only turning her on even more. It was true that it had only been a couple of times, when she had first started touring as Alya the stress of the constant travel and having to put on shows had worn her down. She had so little time to herself, and nobody to confide in. Those men that she had been with seemed to know just what to say to her to make her feel better, and being with them had made her feel better. Dropping her panties for them had just sort of happened on its own, a product of her stress and loneliness and the comforting presence their age and fortitude provided. Once they had seen that she was vulnerable it had been relatively easy to talk her out of her pants. Looking back on it she had realized that even though sleeping with them had helped, she still had been taken advantage of. The realization was another one of the reasons that she had tended to shy away from sex for so long. 


“Uh huh, sure.” The stallion continued to taunt her sarcastically, not buying the wolf’s story one bit. 


Gracie’s response was delayed as her tongue slathered the horse’s sack, cupping one of his balls and slurping it up into her mouth. His skin was even softer here, supple and pliable on her tongue as she wrapped around the large orb and savored its taste.


“Yeah…they were dads taking their girls to the show...” Gracie said through heavy breathing as the stallion’s heavy dick lay draped across her face. 


“Fuck, thats hot…You just sucked them off or…?”


“Sometimes just that…sometimes…more” the wolf’s strained voice sounded from underneath Kennedy’s nuts as she stuffed her nose under his sack and wore them like goggles.


“I love that you’re such a slut for your fans…I bet you let them cum in you too.” 


The wolf was silent for a moment as she let the question hang in the air above her 


“...yeah.” She finally admitted in a soft tone as she came up for air. 


Kennedy hummed his approval, he savored the mental picture of the proud and dignified wolf getting her face stuffed in a pillow or her paws bent over her head by a middle aged father and filled to the brim with years of pent up sexual frustration.


“Would you let me cum in you?” 


“Hmm, maybe.” She mumbled as she licked the base of the stallion’s cock, her tongue darting out just a little bit each time as she lapped at him, the pink appendage curling with each lick and sending waves of pleasure breaking over the horse’s body. 


“Come on, you know you want this in your pussy.” Kennedy teased, gently slapping the weight of his penis against Gracie’s face. 


The thought of that oversized member pulsing and twitching inside her, pumping rope after rope of thick horse sperm into her womb sent a shiver up her spine. The deep, primal urges in her brain were at war with the sensible and rational side which was telling her to finish him off right here and be done with it. In the end her mind came to a compromise as she remembered the condoms under the sink in the bathroom. 


“We can fuck if you want, but you have to use a rubber, I’m not safe right now.” Gracie said in a matter of fact tone as she placed the head of Kennedy’s cock back in her mouth, her motions small and gentle as she suckled on the final few inches of it, her eyes locked onto his.


“I know I could smell it, and I do want to.” The stallion said softly, placing his hand back on Gracie’s face and rubbing her ear just as he had done before. 


She had felt her heat starting to come on for a few days now, it wasn’t bothering her yet, but she knew her body well enough to know that in another few days she’d be in the throes of it. Even though it hadn’t technically started yet, the wolf had paid enough attention in sex ed to know that sperm could survive inside her for days, and that right now protection was absolutely a necessity. 


“Alright, in the bathroom.” Gracie said after letting the horse’s penis go from her mouth with an audible pop. 


Gracie stood up from her crouched position, grabbing her half-drunken energy drink from the table and taking another sip with her pants still halfway down her thighs. Kennedy grunted as he hoisted himself up from the sofa, his two toned penis sticking out from his body as he stretched his arms. Relaxing from the stretch one of his hands immediately went to Gracie’s bottom, his wide palms gripping her cheek firmly. The wolf quietly finished her drink, content to let the stallion feel up her butt as much as he liked. She could still feel the wetness from his tongue between her cheeks, her thighs too were nice and damp, though she herself was mainly responsible for that. Tossing the empty can back on the table Gracie attempted to stuff her ass back in her jeans, giving up halfway through and resigning herself to jumping the gap into the bathroom with half her buttcrack sticking out. Kennedy too was having issues getting his member back into the confines of his trousers, like the wolf he gave up and just accepted that the CCTV camera operator would see his dick for half a second, not that they hadn’t before anyway.
Feeling a rush of childlike adrenaline Gracie stepped out into the hallway, quickly bounding over the short distance to the bathroom. She breathed a sigh of relief as the door handle pushed open and granted her access. Kennedy wasn’t far behind, the stallion doing his best to shield himself from view as he crossed the hall and followed the wolf into the girls bathroom, his hooves clacking on the linoleum. The door locked behind him with an audible click, the sound reverberating in Gracie’s mind as it cemented within her the reality of what she was doing. Even after learning that this restroom was a popular hookup spot Gracie never thought she’d join the ranks of the women who had taken dick in here. 


“You ever done it in here before?” The bay colored stallion asked as he set his phone down on the counter top before dropping his pants the rest of the way off his legs, his underwear going with them.


“No, I uh, never pictured myself doing this actually.” Gracie replied with a nervous chuckle as she set her phone next to his.     


“Don’t worry about it, we're just blowing off some steam, pretty much everyone here does it.” He said casually as he peeled his tank top off of his abdomen. 


“But I get it though don’t worry, I’m not going to suddenly think any less of you just because we hooked up, everyone needs a good fuck now and again.” The stallion joked with a smile and playful laugh. 


Kennedy’s boyish, almost juvenile attitude towards all of this was strangely endearing to the young wolf as she beheld his naked form, the bright white fluorescent lights reflecting off his shiny brown coat. His fur and underlying skin was darker around his extremities and groin area, with his balls being almost black when compared to the brown tone of his core. 


“Here, I know where the equine sized ones are.” He continued, steering the conversation back on course. 


Gracie couldn’t help but admire the horse’s rather large rear end as he crouched down to retrieve the condoms from beneath the sink. She of course knew that equines were known for having large rumps, but to see such size and shape on a male was flustering to the wolf as an image of her returning the favor and burying her snout in it flashed in front of her brain for a brief moment. Kennedy was only down there for a couple seconds, but to Gracie it felt like minutes as she stood there in anticipation, her heartbeat starting to pick up in intensity and butterflies beginning to whirl in her belly. When he finally emerged he rose to his feet with the entire box in hand, the already opened cardboard was a bright yellow in color with the brand name printed in big black letters at the top. Retrieving one from the box the wolf could see a shiny red wrapper on one side, with the other being clear and showing the bright red prophylactic floating in its clear lube. It was the largest condom Gracie had ever seen, it was more than double the diameter of a normal rubber. 


‘I wasn’t sure what I expected, but damn…’ She thought to herself, knowing full well that she shouldn’t be surprised considering what she’d just sucked on. 


“You wanna do the honors or…” Kennedy said with a deviously playful smile as he held out the condom in her direction. 


“Sure.” Gracie said, trying to match his tone and energy with her voice. 


“But first…” The stallion teased, pulling the rubber back out of her reach as his eyes flicked down at her groin. 


        Kennedy felt the wolf’s breath catch in her throat as he reached his hand into the open zipper of her pants. With a firm tug and a shuffle he worked them off her body, the tight jeans falling away from the wolf’s ass. Reaching around behind her the stallion grabbed a handful of her soft panties, pulling them up into a mild wedgie before he groped her backside, just to remind himself what it felt like. He released his grip only long enough for Gracie to slide her jeans the rest of the way off her legs, kicking off her shoes in the process and pushing them aside with her paw. 


        “Now the shirt.” Kennedy commanded, gesturing with the crimson prophylactic in his hand. 


        Gracie made a show of it, lifting the basic gray tee shirt up off her belly, tucking the fabric under her breast. She slowly lifted her shirt, holding it firm against her chest until her boobs dropped free, the wolf’s perky tits bouncing under their own weight for a moment much to the stallion’s delight. His eyes were locked on the soft pink of her nipples poking through her dense coat, he was happy to see how the wolf’s breasts supported their own weight even without a bra. Tossing her shirt on top of her pants Gracie stood before the naked stallion in nothing but her panties and socks. The red of her bikini cut underwear matched the red of the condom held in the horse’s hand, he took a moment to admire the cute camel toe the garment left on her before he gestured for these to be lost as well. Gracie paused as she picked the wedgie he’d given her out of her buttcrack. 


‘Yeah alright big guy, soak it all up.’ She thought to herself, her inner voice playing along as it became clear that the big horse was keen to see those red panties drop off her. 


Hooking her thumbs into the waistband Gracie slowly wiggled her hips as she slid them off. The tail loop was already unbuttoned which made it easily for her to slip out of the undergarments. When they were just barely holding onto her body the wolf lifted her arms above her head and shuffled her legs together, working the panties the last little bit of the way off until they fell free and dropped around her legs until they landed at her paws. Kennedy watched on, savoring and relishing every second and every one of her movements as he watched those bright red panties fall down her legs and hit the floor at her paws. He was surprised as she stepped out of them with one paw while the other flicked back and flung them neatly into the small pile of clothes that had accumulated behind her. Now totally naked apart from her socks the wolf approached him again. 


“Turn around big guy.” She said with a sudden tone of authority in her voice. 


The shift took Kennedy off guard, though he kept it to himself, playing along with her and following her instructions. With his back to her the stallion squared his stance, showing himself off in the best light. Gracie admired his svelte figure and visible muscles, she also rather enjoyed the sight of his long tail, the many hair-like strands were a lighter color than the rest of him, as was his bushy mane that ran up his spine from just below his shoulders to over the top of his head. His tail flicked, causing the long hair to wave and shimmer in the bright bathroom lights. She loved the way it laid against his ass, hugging the curve of his rump as it did its best to shield the rest of his rear end from the wolf’s view.


“Like what you see back there?” He asked proudly, knowing full well that she was checking him out.


“Not bad…” Gracie replied as she bit her bottom lip. 


“That's the second time you’ve said that.” Kennedy teased gently. 


“Shhhhhh” was her only reply, the wolf feeling a small buzz of satisfaction as she shot that one back at him, the stallion merely snorted in response. 
Gracie embraced Kennedy from behind, reaching her arms around to his front with the condom in her hand. She enjoyed the feeling of his ass against her front, its firmness providing her with a nice cushion to push against as she held him close. Looking over his shoulder she tore the wrapper off the condom, tossing it aside as she held the slick rubber in her hands. Not only were these horse sized condoms bigger, but they were drenched in more lube than the regular sized ones. Gracie held the horse’s dick up with one hand, manipulating it into position as she placed the rubber on the tip with the other. It was a simple matter to roll it on and soon the stallion’s pink and brown penis was covered in a thin layer of red latex, the reservoir tip at the end sticking out about an inch. Rather than just let him go, Gracie dropped her hands lower, cupping one of the stallion’s testicles in each hand, feeling their weight and size in her palms. They were larger than golf balls, but smaller than baseballs. The wolf struggled to find a sport whose ball matched the size of the testicles she now held. Now it was Kennedy who bit his lower lip as he watched the wolf play with his nuts, he loved it when women were impressed with his hardware. Kennedy’s hands were not idle either, as Gracie fondled him he reached behind himself, running his hands along the wolf’s hips, up and down feeling her pillowy soft and dense fur run between his fingers. He always appreciated girls with thick coats of fur, their soft bodies were the best to hold tight at night and sleep against and he relished the warmth such women provided on cold nights. Wolf girls were some of his favorites as their bodies were large like his but their fur was still thick enough to keep him warm, plus dense coats were better at trapping scents for him to enjoy.


“Wanna do it in front of the mirror?” Kennedy asked in a sultry, sly tone, turning his face towards where he felt the wolf’s snout resting on his shoulder. 


“Why? So you can look at my face while you rail me?” Gracie replied sarcastically. 


“Yeah.” 


“Tch, dumbass…Sure.” 


As she backed off of him, the wolf satisfied her curiosity and slapped the muscular equine’s ass, the spank reverberated off the tiled walls and was noticeably sharper in tone than the immediately reply that followed against her own butt, which was more of a dull clap owing to just how much muscle the stallion had in his hindquarters. 


“You ready?” Kennedy asked as Gracie placed her hands against the counter top, looking at herself bent over in the mirror, the tall brown figure of the stallion behind her. 


“Mhm, don’t disappoint me big guy.” She teased, watching her own reflection as she hiked her tail up for him. 
“Ha, I’m gonna make you howl puppy.” He taunted back to her in a dangerously low, sultry voice. 


The tone sent a shiver of nervous excitement through the wolf’s body, her whole form was on edge as she felt the stallion’s hand caress her rump. Kennedy ran his fingers through her bright, silky white butt fur before delivering another, harder spank to the wolf’s rear, the impact shifting her forward and eliciting a moan from her throat. The stallion brought the hand to his lips, coating his digits in saliva before reaching back down between the wolf's legs. Feeling his presence there she immediately widened her stance, granting her lover access to her womanhood. With his fingers lubed up and Gracie’s pussy still nice and wet from their earlier activities, it was nearly effortless to part her lips and slide into her tunnel. Gracie’s interior welcomed the stallion’s presence, her walls gripping his finger comfortably as he explored her sex. Kennedy swirled his finger in small circular motions within her, testing and gauging the limits of just how much the wolf’s vagina would be able to stretch in order to accommodate him. Gracie hummed at the feeling of the penetration, the wolf once again biting her lower lip and showing off her fangs. Kennedy liked what he was feeling, he could tell that the wolf was well broken in, not loose but experienced enough to take him and still feel plenty tight on his plus sized penis.


“Relax Gracie…” He said in a gentle tone, he could feel the tension in her body as he lined himself up behind her, the tip of his latex coated dick rubbing against the little bit of fleshy pink labia poking through her white, pussy juice soaked butt fur. 


The wolf took a deep breath, steadying her body and arching her back a little as she offered herself. Kennedy was slow, guiding the edge of his cock into her slit, easing himself past the tight entrance and guiding the tip with his hand. With his other he guided the canine’s hips, gently pulling her back onto him as he watched her vulva stretch around his tip. With some gentle but unyielding pressure from his hips the wolf’s cunt lips closed around the blunt head of the horse’s cock. Gracie let out a restrained gasp as she felt the stretch, her tail wagging as she shuffled her paws apart a few more inches. 


“See, you can do it, just relax and enjoy yourself…” He said in a hushed voice as he moved his now free hand to her other hip.


Kennedy was pleased to feel that he had been correct about the she wolf’s vagina, it was experienced enough to accept him without discomfort but still gripped him firmly on all sides. His sensations were dulled somewhat by the latex, but it was a necessity he was more than willing to tolerate. Looking up into the mirror he watched with glee as Gracie’s mouth gradually hung open more and more, her eyes squeezed shut in a silent moan as the big stallion slid himself inside her, his entrance eased by the mixture of natural and artificial lube. Gradually more and more of his shaft was embraced by the wolf’s sex, he expected to bottom out any moment but was thrilled when he felt her ass press against his hips just as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix.


“Fuuuck, that's so fucking big!” Gracie moaned out, her voice strained as she felt her body give way to the stallion's oversized penis. 


“Not used to a boy getting all the way in the back huh.” Kennedy lightly teased as he relished the sensation of being properly balls deep in a girl, a rare feeling for him.


“Mmmmm! It's just…Thick.” The wolf moaned and panted out as her body dealt with the deep stretch and penetration. 


“Ha! I’ve yet to meet a wolf girl that didn’t love horse cock.” He continued teasing, though from his experience the gentle taunt was indeed truthful. 


Normally Gracie would have a witty come back for a comment like that, it wasn’t that the stallion’s banter offended her, but her mind was too preoccupied to dish out a reply. It took every bit of her concentration to focus as she calmed her mind. Kennedy wasn’t wrong, the oversized equine penis stuffed inside her did feel incredible, filling her with a deep warmth and a pleasant stretch that radiated throughout her whole body. His was the largest penis she’d ever taken, the impressive girth pushed her limits, the pleasure twinged with a touch of erotic pain as it penetrated her depths. She had been knotted plenty of times before, and this sensation of being filled and stretched mimicked what she knew, except it was everywhere, her entire tunnel was forced open to accommodate the stallion. Planting her sock covered paws as best she could, the wolf re-arched her back, steadying and lifting her tail again as she put her asshole on display for the horny stallion behind her. With her arms braced on the sturdy sink cabinet Gracie pressed her ass back onto Kennedy’s front, showing the cocky horse that she was still in this too. 
Kennedy hummed in satisfaction as he saw the pop star get a hold of herself and lift her tail again. He responded in kind, pulling back a few inches before stuffing himself back in as he grabbed handfuls of buttcheek. His thrusts were short but firm as he gave the wolf a taste of the power he had in his hips. The tip of his condom covered dick repeatedly pressed up against the entrance to the wolf’s womb, each kiss sending jolts of pleasure into her brain. Each thrust elicited a short moan from the big canine, the sound of her butt gently clapping against Kennedy’s front joining the erotic chorus echoing off the bathroom walls. Gracie leaned into it, letting her weight carry her body back down on the stallion’s cock each time one of his powerful thrusts sent her back forward again. She could feel the stresses and anxieties leaving her body with each clap of her ass. Kennedy had been right earlier when he said that everyone needs a good fuck every now and again and she hadn’t realized up until then just how much she needed it. 


“Oh god…keep going!” She begged, the wolf finally allowing herself to just give in and enjoy the hard dicking that she sorely needed. 


“Good girl, I told you you’d love it.” The stallion replied in a proud tone, though this time he was proud not so much of himself, but of her as she begged for more of his cock, a request that he was more than happy to oblige. 


Kennedy picked up the pace and intensity, using more of his strength as he pounded the wolf with harder thrusts. His hefty ballsack rhythmically slapped the wolf’s clit with each motion, the sensation of those heavy orbs slapping against her most sensitive spot elicited a powerful reaction within her. Gracie’s head drooped forward, the strands of her blonde hair falling around it as pleasured moans echoed off the porcelain sink bowl. With his left hand Kennedy reached up and wrapped a length of that golden hair around his bay brown hand, pulling her head back up out of the sink while slapping her ass with his free hand. Now more than half of his length thrusted in and out of the wolf’s pussy, her walls gradually stretching and conforming to fit the horse’s dick like a well used glove. He knew that she would return to her usual tightness afterwards, but the sensation of feeling the girl’s snatch strain to fit his penis drove the big equine wild. The condom only impeded her a small amount, if she had been used to such large penetrations then perhaps she would have noticed more the difference in feeling between latex and skin, But as she was not all she could focus on was the feeling of being split open like never before.  


“AHHH! Oh fuck! Ohhhhh….” There was no thought behind Gracie’s curses as she moaned them out, the she wolf was releasing months of pent up anxiety and frustration on that relentless horse cock without a care of who might be listening.


Kennedy gleefully listened to the wolf air out her pleasure, he could tell from her reaction that getting fucked like this was doing wonder for her. 


“Let it all out girl.” He encouraged, his voice wavering slightly as his breathing became more labored. 


Even through the condom, the feeling of desperate wolf pussy clamping down on his cock was a lot for the stallion to deal with and still keep a clear head. His breathing was becoming labored from the effort and the building pleasure in his body. Each time he looked down at his dick disappearing in and out of her he felt the urge to cum well up inside him. The sight of that athletic wolf tush bouncing off his hips would be a game ender if he stared at it for too long. He enjoyed boasting about the prowess of stallions and how other species’ women flocked to them to get a piece of the impressive hardware that stallions packed, but if anything Gracie was having more of that effect on him, as he was quickly becoming addicted to the exquisiteness of wolf pussy, the feeling of it, the smell and taste of it proved to be irresistible to him time and time again. He knew that wolves tended to be proud of their breed and it was usually tough to talk them out of their panties, even for him. So for Kennedy, finding one so willing to lift her tail for him while at the same time not being either a stallion chaser or a band groupie was a rare treat. 


“God damn girl, you’re gripping me!” He cried out, letting go of her hair and hunching over the wolf’s back as he fought back a sudden urge to cum. 


“Ooh, S-sorry!” Gracie replied, her desperate moaning and cursing ceasing as the stallion’s hips stopped pumping. 


“N-no no, it's okay…just need a minute.”


“Hmm! All that talk and look at you, can barely last ten minutes!” The wolf beamed with pride. Kennedy smiled, he knew that she earned it. 


“You just feel so good, I couldn’t help it.” He pleaded through his gleeful face.


“Well, you’re uh…you’re pretty good too.” Gracie said, her voice a mix of consolation and reluctant recognition. 


"Uh huh, Good enough for you?” The stallion replied, the fit equine regaining some of his attitude. 


“Good enough to keep going.” The wolf answered in a low, sensual tone, looking back at the stallion as she made it clear that break time was over. 


Gracie felt Kennedy answer with a light spank on her rump and a thrust of his hips, the horse once more feeling the canine’s svelte tush cushion the bump. This time it was her tail that he used as a handle, pulling with just enough force to cause the wolf to stand on her toe beans as her rear end was lifted up. The yank extracted a sharp moan out of Gracie, she wasn’t used to boys under thirty five being brave enough to pull her tail like that, the boldness of the move impressed her as she voiced her satisfaction. Her entire backside was a flurry of sensations, the yank on her tail sent a jolt up her spine while the stallion’s enormous penis pounded her insides. The fat head of it repeatedly punched her cervix, never had a boy stretched her this deep before, and she wondered if any male would ever be able to satisfy her like this again. All the while his firm grip held her in place while his solid hips repeatedly pounded her rump. She felt the shockwave of each hit ripple through her body as her ass took the brunt of the impact. A part of her now understood why some women pledged themselves to these men, even those that went so far as to get themselves tattooed or branded. It was still something she’d never do, but now she at least understood. 
Kennedy’s thrusts were more measured now that he wasn’t trying to impress the wolf with his power. As he settled into the groove, the steady sound of wolf cheeks clapping on horse hips filled the room along with the chorus of moans, curses and chuffs from the two lovers. There was less pretense between them, the pair having evidently fucked some kind of mutual understanding and respect into one another. Gracie still arched her back for him, pushing herself back onto his thrusts and rubbing her ass against his body whenever he paused for a moment, though she was no longer trying to impress him. Kennedy kept up a steady and firm pace, his strength now evident to the wolf without needing to be displayed in wild, cunt breaking thrusts. It was then that Kennedy remembered that he forgot to turn on the fan as the heady scent of horny wolf snatch saturated his brain. Gracie too was affected as the musky scent of the heavy horse balls slapping her belly filtered into her nose. 
Looking into the mirror Kennedy locked eyes with Gracie, the wolf returning his gaze with dangerous bedroom eyes, her body shifting back and forth from the force of his thrusts as he fulfilled his earlier promise to look at her face while he railed her. The look she was giving him quickly seared itself into the stallion’s mind, locking in as a memory that he knew he’d see whenever he gazed upon the perfect, tailored image of Alya the idol. Whenever his eyes saw the world famous pop star he knew his brain would flash the image of the real Gracie bent over in front of the sink, the proud wolf allowing the hunky stallion to pull her tail and break her pussy. 
But there was more that he wanted to see in their reflection in the mirror, Kennedy released his firm grip on Gracie’s tail, grabbing both of her arms he pulled her entire body back up onto him, the wolf now standing upright. Maintaining his steady pelvic thrusts into her, Kennedy set his long snout down on the wolf’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her belly to hold her in place as he watched her tits bounce up and down in time with his motion. The deadly and erotic look was gone from her face as her mouth hung open, panting and moaning as her eyes glazed over. 


“Fuuuck…fuck I wanna cum in you so bad…” Kennedy’s voice strained through clenched teeth, his left hand sliding up the wolf’s belly to grab hold of her bouncing tits.


“AHH! God yes! J-just do it!” The wolf begged as he tongue rolled out of the side of her mouth, both partners having forgotten about the thin layer of latex between them.


“Tell me you want it! Beg for it!” The stallion’s voice regained its firm, authoritative tone upon hearing the pleasured warping of the wolf’s.


Gracie felt the stallion’s firm grip on her tit, her supple breast squishing and bouncing in his grip as he continued to pound away at her. Those dexterous fingers toyed with her pink nipple, twisting and pulling with just enough pressure to force a reaction. She could tell that he was close, his thrusting hips shuttered and became jerky, his breathing too was heavy and strained as the big horse closed in on his climax. Now it was the wolf’s turn to stare at their reflections, her vision shifting with each thrust despite her hands remaining planted on the countertop. Kennedy’s breaths now came as very equine sounding snorts in her ear, the rough sound joining the rhythmic slap of her ass and her own heavy breathing. The sensation of being utterly engulfed, both internally and externally pushed the desperate canine closer and closer to her own inevitable climax. The more she focused on it the closer she got, her cunt had been fucked into a puddle, her butt tingled from the repeated impacts of his muscular abdomen while the equine’s experienced fingers worked her pussy over from the front, the entire battery of stimulations being topped off by the sharp, erotic pain from him tugging on her nipple. 


“F-fuck! Please…cum in me!” She cried, her mouth hanging open as she shakily panted as drops of saliva falling into the sink from her tongue.


“Come on…keep…telling me you want it.” Kennedy begged through clenched teeth, his eyes clamping shut as his body tensed up while feelings of intense pleasure began to dominate the horse’s nerves. 


“Kennedy…” she moaned, her voice dripping with erotic energy. “P-put a foal in me! Make me yours!” 


Her words finally did it for the poor stallion, his body tensed up hard, his head leaning back as his lips parted to reveal his impressive set of teeth. Gracie felt his hips buck, watching in awe in the mirror as the big horse came. Both of his hands gripped her hard, the head of his cock flaring out deep in her vagina as fat ropes of thick semen poured into the thin condom. The wolf felt the impact against her cervix, her pre-estrus brain wishing more than anything that the thin latex wasn’t there and that there billions of energetic sperm he was shooting were set free in her womb. The mental image of her egg slurping up that potent horse spunk pushed the idol over the edge herself. Her knees buckled and caved in, her entire weight now being supported by the cumming penis within her, its desperate pulsing and twitching shooting beams of pure pleasure directly into her brain as his balls emptied into the rubber. Gracie bit her lip as she rode out her orgasm, her hips humping on their own as she was wracked by wave after wave of bliss. Years of living with her parents had forced her to learn how to cum silently, a skill she was putting into practice. Both of them held their breaths during the height of their respective orgasms, riding the peak of satisfaction until they both inhaled with emphatic force. 


“H-holy fuck, that was…intense…” Gracie panted, the burning afterglow smoldering within her as she savored the feeling of the stallion’s penis still up her snatch. 


“Yeah…so much for just a quick fuck.” Kennedy giggled as he too savored the feeling of being inside her, his dick slowly shrinking and leaving behind a sea of trapped semen. 


“Heh, yeah, but you were right, I really needed that.” Gracie admitted out loud as she tried to stand up only to find that her legs were made of jello. 


        Kennedy watched as he withdrew himself from her, the condom was filled with several inches of thick milky cum that he knew would have made him a father if he hadn’t been wearing it. The wolf’s cunt was a mess, her fur plastered with wet juices while her pink folds were spread open. He could see deep inside her, his mind noting the texture of her inner walls and committing it to memory. He knew that her gaped pussy would go back to normal after a day or two, but also that it would be sore for a little while after. The area around the canine’s punished genitals was a much deeper shade of pink now on account of not only her arousal but the hard pounding they had just taken. Gracie’s tail wagged, gently fanning the smell of post-orgasm vagina right into Kennedy’s nose, his spent dick twitching in response as he removed the condom. Even with the cock withdrawn from her Gracie could still feel its presence as a phantom sensation. The wolf had never had any of her holes stretched and gaped to this degree before, the sensation was strange to her. Though as she stood there, supporting herself on the sink she realized something else, the stallion’s heavy pounding had punished not only her pussy but her bladder too. Realizing that her sore, jellied muscles wouldn’t hold much longer, the wolf spun around and hoisted her ass onto the counter, wiggling back until her butt was over the sink.


        “Ha, yeah that happens sometimes.” Kennedy said with a chuckle as he tied the condom off. 


        Gracie wasn’t quiet as she emptied her bladder, the wolf making no effort to control the stream. Again her mouth hung open and her tongue rolled out of her mouth as relief washed over her. Kennedy just continued giggling to himself as he listened to the sound coming from the sink. He was just thankful that she had made it there in time, some girls in the past hadn’t been so lucky. 


        “Damn that's a lot of jizz!” the wolf exclaimed as her mind finally allowed her to focus again, the splashing sound emanating from beneath her rapidly reducing as her bladder emptied all the way. 


        “Well duh, I’m a horse, what did you expect, I mean look at these.” Kennedy joked, gesturing at his fat nuts. 


        Gracie licked her lips, her eyes tracking the stuffed condom in her lover's hand. A significant part of her brain wanted that virile spunk inside her, the estrus hormones starting to flow within her had a loud voice in her head, espousing the benefits of such a healthy and virile male. Such a pairing would undoubtedly produce strong, healthy and vigorous offspring, the mixing of their genes being a benefit for both species. Her legs crossed as her mind seriously considered the possibility and pictured what a child with him might look like, how cute, lively and athletic they’d be. A few milliliters of that precious fluid shot against her cervix was all it would take to make her a mother and surrender her pure bloodline to the stallion. Kennedy saw it as he moved towards the trash can next to the toilet, he’d seen that exact look before and knew what was coursing through the wolf’s mind. Part of him was giddy at the notion of her letting him claim one of her eggs, his bride feeding off the idea of a she wolf letting him breed her. Though the more rational, post orgasm side of his brain knew that it would be a disaster for both of them, her career was still young, too young to be saddled with such a responsibility. He knew they’d both regret it. 


‘But maybe someday…’ the horny part of his brain said in a final effort as reason and rationality took over. 


The wolf’s mind cleared somewhat as she watched the cum filled prophylactic drop into the trash can and rustling the plastic bag liner. With the horse’s thick baby batter out of her sight, her mind gradually dropped the matter; she too began to see reason and understand how much of a mistake such an action would be. But still, as Kennedy stood there butt naked, his shrinking but still impressive length hanging from his abdomen, she couldn’t help but fantasize about what it would feel like raw, to feel that first heavy rope splash against her womb and realize that her fate was sealed. Her legs were still shaky as she hopped off the sink, her lover handing her a few pieces of toilet paper to clean herself off with. Her groin was sore and tingly, her legs barely supporting her weight, and the sensation of the paper on her bits as she wiped jolted her sensitive nerves. The idea of stuffing herself back into her clothes filled Gracie with dread, she wanted nothing more than to spread out naked on her soft mattress, preferably with Kennedy there to rest her head on. But there was no way that she could go traipsing through the label’s headquarters in nothing but a pair of socks. Gracie groaned, tossing the used tissue in the trash can on top of their used condom before she bent down to grab her underwear off the top of her clothes pile, she didn’t bother to cover herself with her tail either. The stallion gawking behind her had already sniffed, licked or fucked everything she was showing him anyway.


‘God, these smell like sweaty ass…’ the wolf mused as she held her still somewhat damp underwear up to her nose, noting the small stain her pussy had left in the crotch after the fabric was plastered to it all day. 


“Here, you want these? A little souvenir for you.” She said, handing the bright red garment out to Kennedy, who was in the process of slipping into his jeans. 


“You sure?” He asked with a chuckle as he zipped them up. 


“Uh huh, I get them for free anyway, I figure these can go in your trophy case or something.” The wolf replied sarcastically as Kennedy took them from her. 


“Thanks, I’ll use them for the next album cover.” He joked as he stuffed them in his pocket, in reality he couldn’t wait to get home and bury his nose in them.  


Gracie just rolled her eyes as she stepped into her pants, resigning herself to going commando for the rest of the night. 


“Hey uh, you…you just wanna come back to my place?” Kennedy asked out of the blue as Gracie struggled to stuff her butt into her jeans. 


“Oh? Not done with me?” the wolf replied in a coy tone as she finally succeeded in covering her rump with the denim.


“Well, I just figured that you might like to, you know, get to know each other a little better, maybe relax in the jacuzzi. We can get some food, put on a movie…”


“Uh huh, and you can break my cunt even more.” Gracie cut him off, playfully sticking out her tongue to show him that she was being sarcastic. 


“Mhm, and then in the morning you can make breakfast wearing one of my shirts and we can eat it in bed, and then take a shower together, maybe in the evening grab dinner somewhere nice…” The stallion continued without missing a beat as the wolf slid her shirt over her torso, her nipples once again making little peaks in the fabric. 


“Shit I forgot my bra in the breakroom.” She mumbled under her breath as she considered Kennedy’s proposal. 


“What do you say?” 


Gracie bit her lip, her eyes looking up at the ceiling. 


“Yeah, alright, you got me. But food first, I haven’t eaten yet.” 


“Deal!” 


Kennedy beamed with excitement as he grabbed his phone off the counter top, he thought that he’d heard it buzz while he and Gracie were having sex, but there was no way he was going to stop fucking the wolf to check his messages. But now that he was free he unlocked the device to see that he was right, and there was a text waiting for him. 


“Ha! I found your bra!” He exclaimed, turning the screen to Gracie to show her.


“Oh Gosh…” the wolf said, her face flushing pink with embarrassment. 


The text was a selfie sent by Ishmael of the panther shirtless holding Gracie’s tan bra up to his chest, the big cat sticking out his tongue and playfully mocking his bandmate. The message itself read “You done boning that chick yet? I’m keeping this btw, she has nice tits.”


Gracie smoldered from the knowledge that she wasn’t getting any of her underwear back tonight. She resigned herself to her fate, embarrassed knowing that she’d have to ask her manager to bring her over fresh clothes in the morning. But as she felt the stallion’s wide hand gently rub and squeeze her butt, the wolf knew that by then she’d be too euphoric to care.