This was the life. Warm sun, rolling waves, a cold drink...what could get better than this?

Well, admittedly, Kristo wasn't really a fan of hotter climates. He was a fennec fox a short, stout canine, though more akin to vulpine, that originated from the Sinai Peninsula. He had light, fluffy cream and brown fur and a lithe, compact body-- generally speaking, he was built for warm weather, but he just didn't enjoy it. He was used to cooler climates, but the idea of a luxury cruise was simply too good to pass up. He worked in call centres most of his life, mainly operating out of the states, and when he'd won a 5-day cruise online through one of the most tropical parts of the world, it was a no-brainer.

It was only the first day of the cruise, but already Kristo was enjoying himself. He laid spread out across a deck chair that sat facing a pool on the ship-- funny, considering there was water all around them-- and a towel lay draped across his front, around his midriff where his shorts lay beneath, his chest bare. He was having the time of his life, if he could be honest with himself; he needed this break, and the cool orange juice in his hand was delightfully sweet. He could lay there all day with ease.

Kristo downed the contents of his glass and then set up, placing it on the nearby table. The cruise was a little packed, which didn't surprise him. He imagined most wanted to enjoy a nice summer vacation and it wasn't just adults on board, but kids too-- the pool in front of him was home to many children splashing of playing of various species, some furred and some scaled, others feathered. He did wonder, just for a moment, exactly how many on the cruise had gotten it free of charge like him, but perhaps it was better not to think about it, and simply enjoy his time. He should be thankful that no one was bothering him, no unruly cubs wanting conversation or attention. With a sigh he leant back, soaking in the feeling of the sun.

He turned his head to the side and frowned when he noticed something on the far side of the deck, in the fairly narrow walkways that led to a set of stairs leading up to some of the cabins of the ship. There stood a cub, what looked to be a boy clad in tight swim speedos, leaning up against the rail. He seemed to be talking to a significantly older man who, in Kristo's opinion, was being a little too handsy. The fennec gawked as he saw the man's hand reached down to cup a handful of the boy's ass-- which seemed remarkably plump despite his age-- giving it a squeeze, and unease swirled in Kristo's gut at the sight. He watched as the man used a hand to direct the cub up the stairs towards the cabins and after a moment of hesitation, Kristo slipped off his towel and left it on the chair, getting to his feet and making his way across the deck. To some, he may have looked like a cub going exploring, but anyone who actually talked to him would have understood that he was an adult walking with purpose-- not that anyone paid him any mind.

Making his way to the stairs, Kristo quickly climbed up, but found that he didn't really know which cabin they'd be in. He cursed at himself for being so silly and naive, and he was about to turn and leave, but he heard giggling, boyish laughter-- it was faint, but enough for him to follow the source. His large ears twisted and he padded across the wooden floor until he reached a firmly closed cabin door, presumably locked. Thankfully, it had a window, and he peeked inside to see the boy from beyond sitting on the end of a bed, all on his own. The man was nowhere to be seen, but given that Kristo had a similar cabin, but put two and two together pretty quickly.

It was a bad idea to cause any sort of confrontation, but Kristo swallowed his nerves and knocked on the door, standing on tiptoe to see through the window. The light knocking caught the attention of the boy, who turned his head towards the door. It was impossible to read much of his expression, for a thick mop of green hair covered his eyes, obscuring his expression-- but his muzzle stretched into a smile, and he hopped from the bed and towards the door, much to a mixture of Kristo's relief and confusion. The door opened seconds later.

"Hello!" The fox beamed and reached up towards his head, brushing his dull green hair from around his eyes, revealing the emerald hues beneath. The fennec opened his mouth to speak for a moment before he paused, vividly aware that the two of them were roughly the same height, though Kristo was slightly taller. Given the cub's tone, he sounded pretty young-- 11, maybe 12? That was disconcerting.

"...Are you okay?" The fennec asked quietly, glancing past the cub and hearing the sound of running water. "Look, kid, you shouldn't be hanging around with creeps..."

"Creeps?" The boy, evidently a fox, blinked innocently before his eyes widened. "Ooooh. Y...Yeah...You here to save me, mister?"

"Uh...sure?" Kristo felt vividly aware of how it'd look to be pulling a kid out of a cabin, but he swallowed it down-- he could explain it easily enough to the authorities, of that he was sure. The fox seemed to hesitate and looked him up and down, and Kristo took a moment to take the boy's body in. He had a relatively white stomach, but most of his body was covered in a strange pale shade of green, which only darkened considerably past halfway down his forearms and past his shins, giving him the appears of 'gloves' and 'socks' that was common on foxes. His tail, large and bushy, also seemed tipped with a similar colour and those darker hues matched the messy, unkempt fur on top of his head that made it look like he was wearing a bush, his ears the same colour as his hair. A large pin shaped like a four-leaf clover sat in his hair near the front, like it was some badge of honour. A grin spread across the boy's face after a moment and he reached out to grab the fennec's hand, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

"Okay! You seem like more fun anyway," He suddenly started making his way down the walkway, pulling Kristo along. "Where's your cabin? On this row?"

"Uh, higher-- wait a minute...!" Kristo found himself responding before he could catch himself, and at his response the boy abruptly turned on the spot and stepped past him, dragging him along by the hand and up the stairs to the higher floor. The fennec wasn't normally this awkward around kids, but it was something about the cub's pushy behaviour had caught him off guard. To his surprise, the man that had led the boy into his room in the first place didn't even notice he had gone, and so by extension didn't chase after them. Kristo tried to splutter some sort of excuse or way to get out of taking the cub to his cabin room, but before he knew it they were outside his door, and he found himself mumbling some sort of awkward agreement as the fox opened the door, leading him inside and shutting it behind them.

Kristo hadn't really cleaned up his cabin much, namely because he wasn't really expecting any guests for the entirety of his 5-day cruise. To be fair, he didn't expect some random boy to drag him into his own room on the first day of the cruise, but life was full of surprises, apparently. The fox took one look over Kristo's messy unmade bed, the clothes strewn across the floor and the few clean clothes placed messily on the end of the bed before he turned, beaming at the fennec. Kristo awkwardly stood there as the cub moved forwards, sliding past him to twist the lock on the door, giving them some privacy. Kristo had a bad feeling about this.

"Thanks for giving me a hand," The green fox smiled sheepishly and put his arms behind his back. "I'm Clover."

"Uh...Kristo," The fennec muttered his introduction and quickly started to scoop up his dirty clothes, piling them up against the wall. "Uh, how old are you, kid? Where're your parents?"

"I'm 11," Clover replied. "And, uh...well, my parents are busy."

"Busy, right..." The fennec straightened himself up and collected the clothes on the end of his bed-- they were for when he wasn't sunbathing and enjoying himself, a loose shirt and a pair of shorts respectively. He draped them on the back of the chair and looked down at his unmade bed, unsure if he should start making it; it felt weird to tidy up with a 'guest' just standing there.

"Okay, look, Clover--" The fennec began as he turned to the boy, but to his surprise, the green fox had suddenly closed the distance between them, and he was standing uncomfortably close. Kristo stepped back, startled, and Clover stepped forwards to meet him, which only made the man more anxious. The expression on the fox's lips was strangely scrutinising as he looked the fennec up and down, surveying his slender yet reasonably athletic form.

"You're a grown-up, right?" Clover asked bluntly and a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance welled within the fennec. He puffed out his chest and cleared his throat.

"Yes, I am." His deep voice should have been an indicator, and Clover seemed to believe it, but the boy appeared amused by the fennec's short stature-- Kristo was only a couple of inches taller than him, if he had to guess, and that wasn't including his ears, which people usually took into account.

"Huh..." The boy nodded along to his words and cast his gaze down his body. "So how big are you down there?"

"I...excuse me?" At first, Kristo didn't know how to react, and before he could stop the boy, Clover reached down and grabbed either side of the man's shorts, abruptly yanking them down and exposing the bare flesh beneath. Kristo's sheath bounced into view and he instinctively snapped his hands down to cover himself, his expression growing flushed as he retreated again. His foot slipped on the corner of the blanket that had draped off the end of the bed too much and he stumbled, forced to reach out for something to steady himself as he fell backwards. His hand pressed to the end of the bed and eased his fall, but in turn he found himself on the floor, briefly and momentarily winded.

Before he knew it, Clover was upon him-- or rather, on the floor with him. The green fox had gotten on his knees faster than Kristo had anticipated and the fennec gritted his teeth as Clover managed to worm himself between the fennec's legs, slinking forward on his elbows until his arms were tucked under Kristo's slightly lifted thighs, his muzzle mere inches from the man's sheath. A plethora of different thoughts swirled through the fennec's head as Clover lowered his muzzle and a hiss escaped the man's lips when the fox's lips met with his sheath. This was oh so wrong...yet Kristo wasn't pushing him off. In fact, he was relaxing into it.

Clover's tongue was warm and inviting, and Kristo found himself unable to resist-- he wasn't a virgin by any means, but...typically his interests veered to women, and women weren't often interested in short guys, or maybe he was just insecure. Either way, his luck with the ladies was few and far between, so to have someone finally paying attention to the all-important parts of him was...well, exhilarating. A sigh escaped his small lips as Clover's tongue curled and licked, the 11-year-old's wide, wet appendage smearing all the way to the tip. The cub curled his arm around the fennec's leg so that he reached the sheath with his hand, Kristo's thigh pinned between the cub's upper arm and forearm, and the large-eared fox watched with delight as Clover pinched the sheath between his thumb and forefinger, pulling the sheath back and coaxing the narrow, twitching red member from within.

"Oh...!" Kristo sucked in a breath, his muscles tensing as Clover brought his muzzle to the cock, rolling his tongue around the narrow head as it swelled and filled with blood, pulsing to life under his efforts. Clover's fingers pulled and angled the member upwards as he delved with his tongue, sliding it down towards the base of the sheath, where it tried to worm inside, causing Kristo to groan and roll his head back. Spikes of pleasure shut up the fennec's spine as his member grew, rapidly reaching half-mast, and after a moment Kristo felt the cub's tongue trail along the underside of his cock, reaching his tapering, canine-esque tip.

Kristo didn't know what to say-- part of him wanted to tell the boy to stop, but the other part of him enjoyed the way it felt, and though he parted his lips to speak, he didn't utter a single word. Instead he sighed, closing his eyes and just relishing the warm and inviting sensation of the cub's muzzle running up and down his length as it slowly throbbed to full-mast, the base swelling and engorging to form the knot that was typical of both canine and vulpine species. A gasp ripped past Kristo's lips as Clover suddenly plunged down, taking the cock in his mouth and pushed all the way to the base. The fennec was a good 6 or 7 inches thick, so taking everything but the knot was no small feat for the cub.

Kristo's once quiet, gentle groans quickly and rapidly became laboured and heavy as Clover pulled back and plunged down over and over, one hand tucking beneath his knot and squeezing as the other curled around the side of the fennec's other leg and stroked his inner thigh. The boy was a natural-- somewhere in the back of his mind, Kristo registered that he was too good at giving head to be inexperienced, but all reasoning was drowned out by the sheer, unbridled bliss that coursed through his body and had him panting, his ears folded down and his tail lightly wagging beneath him.

"S-Slow down, I think I'm..." Kristo groaned after a few moments and then abruptly sat up, reaching out to grab onto the boy's thick, bushy hair. The cub paused and pulled his mouth back, a smile crossing his open muzzle as he pushed down without warning, causing the fennec to shudder. Kristo buckled his legs inwards and huffed heavily under his breath as indescribable pleasure rushed through him. A thick and ample spurt of cum shot from the end of his member and he orgasmed hard, unloading his twitching, pent-up balls right into the back of the boy's throat.

Surprisingly, Clover gulped it all down, not wasting a single drop that shot and spurted from the throbbing cock. His hand tugged and squeezed beneath the knot to heighten the experience for Kristo, who flopped back and loosened his grip on the boy, his tongue lolling from his mouth, his muscles like jelly. That was probably the best head he's ever gotten; he couldn't recall a better time. After a few moments of quiet suckling and gentle boyish groaning, Clover pulled himself from the cock and loosened his grip, and the member flopped down against Kristo's stomach, wet with spit.

"Holy...wow." The man muttered, and he felt Clover slide out from between his legs, which encouraged him to close them. He kept his eyes closed for a little longer before he eventually opened them, staring up at the ceiling. After a few moments, the fox cub appeared in his line of sight, stark naked-- he'd removed his speedo and tossed it to the side out of the way, and Kristo's face warmed at the sight of the cub's half-hard, 3-inch cock and little plump balls from below.

"It's my turn now." Clover grinned down at him, his eyes hidden by his messy hair. He lifted his leg and shifted, planting his feet on either side of the fennec's head, and Kristo nervously stared up at the cub's clenching cheeks. After a moment Clover began to squat and Kristo shuddered as he was greeted to the sight of the boy's tight little ring, soft and pink. The more he lowered, the more nervous yet excited the fennec felt, until the young ass hovered mere inches from his muzzle. He slowly lifted his head and Clover sighed with delight as the fennec's muzzle met with his ass. Why was he doing it? Why was he so receptive? He couldn't be sure, but at that moment it didn't seem to matter.

Clover let gravity do most of the work in pushing his plump, ample ass onto the fennec's muzzle, and Kristo found himself parting his lips, pressing his tongue to that cute, young pucker. Clover's cheeks were thick and bouncy and as he pushed down, Kristo wiggled his hands out from beneath the fox, reaching up to grab fistfuls of his pillowy ass whilst spreading his cheeks. Clover rolled his head back and closed his eyes, sighing gently with bliss as he reached down to grasp his cock, stroking back and forth. His leisurely movements coaxed his member to full mast with ease and the efforts of the adult's roaming tongue helped to stimulate him further.

The boy didn't say anything to encourage Kristo, but his gentle moans and the way his ring clenched against the fennec's tongue encouraged him to push deeper, his fingers curling against the cub's pillowy flesh as he pushed his tongue forwards, squirming for a moment before he managed to penetrate the boy's taut ring, sinking inside. Clover gasped under his breath and pushed down, sighing with delight as Kristo's tongue circled and explored his ring and the inner walls within.

Clover slowly began to roll his plump ass and hips against Kristo's mouth, huffing under his breath as his hand wildly jerked and stroked his cock, peeling the foreskin back and bunching it up to the tip over and over. The tiniest of minute droplets of pre-seed oozed from the head of his cock but they did little to help lubricate his masturbation, though he found it easy to tug his foreskin back and forth regardless. Kristo's laboured licking had aroused him as well, and his once soft member that had retreated into his sheath began to grow again, slowly reaching full hardness with ease.

Clover's breathing quickened after a while, his breath coming out in hot, heavy pants, and Kristo knew he must be getting close. The more that he explored the greater the cub seemed to enjoy it, until the 11-year-old was whimpering and panting with delight, the lewd and quiet sounds of his wild jerking filling the air. He pushed down with his behind, trying to steady himself with his only free hand as his pleasure reached a peak. Kristo could feel that tight, young ring spasming around his tongue, warning him of the cub's impending orgasm. And, after a moment, he felt it: the rhythmic, tight clenching coupled with Clover's tender moans of bliss as he twisted his knees inward, his orgasm surging through him. Kristo felt a warmth trickle and drip onto his chest and stomach and put two and two together, a rumble of arousal emanating from his throat as he pulled his head back, hands massaging and squeezing the boy's cheeks. Clover pushed his ass down further and for a brief moment in time blocked off the fennec's airway, before he raised himself up and scooted backwards, flopping onto his ass just behind the man's head, his twitching cock and balls briefly grazing with Kristo's fur.

"Mmh, that's good stuff..." The boy sighed, and Kristo angled his head to look up at him, aware that the cub's cock was mere inches from his forehead. Clover grinned down at him and stretched his legs out, brushing his paws against the floor before curling one leg inward towards the fennec's member. Kristo quietly groaned as the cub's toes pressed to his pulsing meat and Clover deliberately stroked back and forth, making the adult squirm beneath him.

"Up for round 2?" The cub slyly grinned and the fennec's expression shifted into something akin to a nervous grimace.

With a twinkle of amusement in his hidden eyes, Clover began in on a series of strokes that sent Kristo falling into the deepest pits of passion and depravity.



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Kristo had expected his 5-day cruise to be uneventful, but as it turns out, things often don't go to plan. Meeting Clover was a mistake, but a happy one...of a sort.

When Clover wasn't eager to fuck, he was sleeping-- which, coincidentally, was often when Kristo was sleeping too. The young fox was energetic and hyper, and also incredibly perverted, and Kristo, on the other hand, was the direct opposite; he was in his late 20s, nearing 30, and he would have loved to just spend all day relaxing instead of having sex. Clover, however, was insatiable and eager to please, and Kristo was easy to manipulate. His receptiveness was partly due to his attraction and pent-up sexual urges from years of lacking intimacy, and also partly due to his own worries of what might happen if he said no-- he had a feeling things would go south if he denied the cub, and he was already in too deep to turn him down. If the authorities found out...whenever those worries arose, Kristo shuddered.

Day 1 had been...interesting, for the most part. Clover had Kristo locked in his cabin throughout most of the day, fucking him relentlessly-- specifically, riding and pleasing the fennec over and over whilst getting his own sick kicks off of it-- and then sleeping like a log during the evening. Kristo found it difficult to sleep at first with an unknown boy snoozing in the bed next to him, and he had taken a few minutes to wander outside in his shorts, hoping to potentially find frantic parents looking for their kid; yet Clover's parents, wherever they were, didn't seem to care, and so the fox ended up occupying his room for longer periods of time.

The second day had been the same as the first, but Kristo found himself a little more assertive. He managed to avoid Clover on a couple of occasions to have some time to himself, but the 11-year-old had a way of finding him when the fennec least expected it. Kristo could be helping himself to the lunch buffet one minute, and being sucked off beneath a table by Clover the next. The young fox was adventurous and wanted to fuck and fool around on all parts of the ship-- in the interest of not getting himself in trouble, Kristo directed the boy back to his cabin room the majority of the time, where he had the opportunity to do so, to 'sate' him there. Sometimes Clover would flop down and nap afterwards, but other times he'd be up for several more rounds, which in turn ended up in Kristo being the one to take a nap. The entire experience had initially been fun and exciting, but quickly turned into a nightmarish hell for a man who just wanted to relax.

On the third day, Kristo climbed out of bed semi-early to find Clover gone-- he wasn't in the bathroom, or anywhere else in the cabin for that matter. The potential delight of not having to deal with him any longer rushed through Kristo before he realised that the boy was probably out getting breakfast. The fennec rolled out of bed, not bothering to clean up as he took a shower, put on a fresh pair of pants and left the room, making sure to hang a sign up to avoid housekeeping coming to rifle through his things in his absence.

Being able to finally have some alone time was nice. Stepping out from his little cabin, Kristo began to hop down the steps down towards the main floor of the deck, hoping to get into the main cafe set up on-board so that he could enjoy a cool glass of orange juice and maybe some toast before he basked in the sun for a while. It was already starting to get busy, but that didn't surprise him: he didn't notice at first, but the sun was high enough in the sky for it to probably be somewhere around noon, maybe later. He must have slept in by accident.

Just as Kristo was about to enter the main cafe, he paused, his attention drawn to an ajar door nearby that sat along the side of the ship. The entire lower floor of midship was primarily for the cruise's facilities, so that ajar door must be...some sort of laundry room, if he had to guess, or storage. Curiosity crept up his spine; maybe he was just on edge, but he felt like something was off. He glanced to the crowd of people making their way towards the cafe before stepping to the side, approaching the door when the ship's workers weren't looking. He placed a hand on the surface of the door and slowly pushed it open, met with a peculiar sight.

The room was definitely some kind of laundry room-- it was mostly barren bar from a few empty plastic baskets for clothes and the washing machines on the left-hand side, with tumble dryers on the right. On the other side of the room near the end, near to the baskets, was a cub-- female, given their long hair and slender figure. They looked to be about the same age as Clover if he had to guess, which only made Kristo feel more annoyed about his height. She was a white and brown-furred skunk, and he only identified her species thanks to the obvious white stripe that ran along the top of her large, fluffy tail. Much to Kristo's confusion, the girl was stark naked, waving her break-furred ass left and right as she bent down to look in one of the washing machines, her hair tied up in a neat ponytail. Kristo went to turn and leave, but the shuffling of his feet against the floor caught her attention and she turned her head towards him, startled.

"Oh!" She sounded surprised, glancing past him to see that no one else was there. "Uh...hi!"

"Hi..." Kristo tried to avoid travelling his eyes down to see the soft mound of her young pussy and instead kept his gaze to her face. White fur framed her muzzle and pink nose and she had strange, rosy eyes. A thick tuft of white fur covered her chest and mostly kept her flat chest from being completely exposed. Kristo didn't really know what to say-- the obvious thing to do was turn and leave, yet he stood there.

"What are you...doing without any clothes on?" The fennec tentatively asked, and the skunk girl lidded her gaze, leaning back on her heels and smirking over at him. There was something about her expression that unnerved him.

"I lost my swimsuit in the washer," She lamely made an excuse, but her convincing tone made it seem realistic. "Now I can't get them out. Can you help me?"

Kristo hesitated for longer than necessary. This was a bad idea, he knew it was. Yet, despite that, he still succumbed to the temptation and turned, pulling the door shut behind him, so that no one could see. This was way too public for his liking, but his feet were moving on their own, taking him across the room towards her. With a smile, the girl turned towards the running washing machine and then glanced at him out the corner of her eye.

"I'm Camillia," She introduced herself as she squatted down towards the machine, looking through its see-through door. "But my friends call me Cam...or Cinnamon."

"Cinnamon?" The fennec frowned and crouched down beside her, his heart pounding in his chest. "Why...?"

He soon realised why when the faint aroma of, well, cinnamon wafted through the air, emanating from her. It was a peculiar talent to have, but he didn't necessarily mind it-- it was nice and fragrant, and almost a little soothing, reminding him of when he was younger. He glanced at her and watched as she teetered on the balls of her feet, squatting down low and watching the wash cycle with an intense gaze. After a moment or two, she looked back to Kristo, grinning from cheek to cheek at his expression.

"So, mister..." She began, licking her lips. "You're a big, bad grown-up in a room alone with a little girl like me...what're you going to do?"

"I...what?" Kristo hesitated. "I don't, I shouldn't..."

"Oops." The skunk shifted and deliberately slid back and met her ass to the concrete floor, scooting back and spreading her legs apart to reveal the puffy, brown-furred mound beneath. Kristo's eyes naturally went to it but he kept to himself, apprehensive. This felt like a scene right out of a porn movie, except it was actually happening to him outside of his computer screen. Was he really so gullible and receptive as to fall for such a ploy?

Yes. Yes, he was.

The fennec shifted on the spot and turned, sliding onto his knees as he leant forwards and reached out with a hand, propping himself up with the other. Driven purely by a mad desire and an eagerness to get this over and done with before they're caught, he moved his hand towards her outermost hip and turned her a little towards him, shuffling towards on his knees, his eyes affixed to her soft-looking cunt. Sensing where his interests were, the young girl laid back and kept her legs nice and spread as the fennec fox lowered his head, bringing his muzzle towards her entrance. There he licked, pressing tongue to lips as he pressed with his muzzle and teeth, kissing her both fiercely and passionately in a way that made her shudder in anticipation.

A soft groan escaped her lips, light and faint, as Kristo growled with something that felt akin to a carnal desire as his tongue roamed, lapping across her tight little folds, his free hand reaching back to pull down his shorts, exposing his already swelling sheath and cock. He kept himself up with the other hand as he started to part his lips a little more, his sharp front teeth grazing against the tender flesh around her entrance as his tongue pressed and probed, threatening to penetrate her. She squirmed beneath him, whimpering and sighing with delight as her thick, bushy tail acted as a cushion for her. Her toes curled against and the floor and she reached her hands up and spread them out, fully relaxing herself as he ate her out. The aroma of her cinnamon-scented ass and body wafted up as he roamed, exciting him further.

After a moment or two he stopped, stretching his legs out and trying to squirm and shuffle his way out of his shorts completely, kicking them off his feet as he crawled towards her in the nude. He settled in between her legs, towering over her as he kept himself propped up with one hand, planted near to her side. His other hand reached down to grasp the base of his now fully erect knotted cock, angling it down towards her young pussy, smearing the tapering tip against her moist entrance. The combination of his spit and pre-cum with her own aroused fluids made his movements easy and he wasted no time in pushing into her, closing his eyes and groaning under his breath as he sunk deep, plunging halfway down. He caught himself and paused, giving her time to adjust before sinking deeper, shuddering at the sensation of her warm cunt coupled with the wet, tender squish of his member penetrating her.

"Mmh, that feels good, mister..." The skunk muttered, causing Kristo to glance up at her, vividly reminding him of who it was he was fucking. He pushed it to the back of his mind and hung his head, pushing further down and growling under his breath as his knot pressed firmly to her entrance, kneading and threatening to tie. He wasn't normally so dominant or animalistic, but more or less 2 whole days of having some 11-year-old manhandle him had left him feeling like he needed control, for once. Thankfully, Camillia seemed receptive.

Slowly Kristo pulled back, sighing quietly under his breath as he glided all the way back to his tip before thrusting down, his knot meeting her again with a quiet squelch. He knew instinctively that he'd need to pick up the pace, aware that he was in a semi-public area and could be caught at any time, if he weren't careful. He yanked back and thrust again, beginning in on a series of rapid and hard thrusts that were accentuated by the girl's quiet moans and the squelching, wet sounds of his pistoning cock. Camillia squirmed beneath him, her legs curling inwards so that her ankles bumped with his ass as her hands reached up to grab around his neck, holding onto him for dear life. The fennec began to pick up speed rapidly, more intent with getting himself off as fast as possible than paying attention to whether she enjoyed it-- luckily, her little moans of passion made it clear she was, and the delightful scent of cinnamon intensified in the air.

After a minute or so of hard, carnal thrusting, Kristo pulled back, panting wildly under his breath as he leant up and examined the girl, who laid beneath him with a flushed, grinning expression. Her chest heaved as vigorously as his and when he paused she defiantly wriggled, wanting him to continue. Instead, however, he withdrew from her completely, his horny, pre-sticky cock eagerly spurting tiny, barely visibly strings of pre-cum as he reached down to grab her hips. As he moved back he coaxed her to roll over, and she dutifully laid on her front, hiking her fluffy tail up and pressing the full length of her flat chest and stomach against the cool concrete, resting her head on her folded arms.

"What're you going to do, mister?" She asked sultrily, with a seductive gaze beyond her years, and the fennec gulped as he lined back up with her, pinning her legs together as he placed his knees on either side of them. He angled his member down again, wedging the tapering tip between her cheeks and, instead of going for her pussy, he went straight for her ass. The thin tip of his cock pressed to her taut button and he pushed, hearing her briefly whine before she groaned with delight, her ring remarkably accommodating to the unannounced intrusion. The combination of his pre-cum and her own aroused fluids allowed him entry with ease as just like before he pushed all the way to his knot, delighting in the feeling of her tight inner walls periodically squeezing. He pressed a hand to her back, trailing his digits along the white and brown curves of her back, where a white trail hugged around her hips and accentuated her ass, before his hand delved to her side as he clutched to her, pressing his palm to the floor to keep himself up. He pulled back and pushed down, slowly but surely starting to fuck her ass.

Unlike when he was plunging in and out of her pussy, she was a lot more vocal with anal, her moans loud and audible, and her scent more intense. Cinnamon filled the air and swam through his mind, and for a moment it completely took over his senses, making him dizzy with lust. His thoughts eventually pierced through the fog, and he had a brief moment of clarity. He didn't want to be found out, and so the fennec dropped himself down, resting on his elbow as opposed to his palm and shifting his arm forwards so that his hand could reach her mouth. He cupped it over her muzzle, making sure to leave her nose exposed, muffling her sounds-- he relaxed a little with relief but continued to thrust, gyrating his hips and clenching his cheeks as he plunged down, over and over, into her. Camillia's eyes rolled upwards and she smiled against his grasping hand as he slowly picked up speed, huffing against the back of her neck and keeping himself as quiet as possible. The young skunk girl moaned against his hand and curled her fingers against the floor, her innards squeezing and milking his cock over time.

There was something deeply enjoyable about dominating her like this, especially in her ass-- the way she moaned and gasped, the way her innards gripped around every inch of his knotted cock, all of this served to send Kristo closer and closer to his inevitable edge. With every thrust, the pleasure rose and his breathing grew heavier, his laboured humping turning into sharp and rapid thrusts that mashed his knot against her young ass over and over, causing the wet slaps of their sex to bounce around the room. In the back of his mind, he knew better than to tie, but at that moment it didn't seem to matter. As he neared his orgasm, he found himself pushing down harder and harder, his sighs of delight turning into heavy grunts. Camillia began to whine beneath him with every pump, her insides spasming and clenching.

"Fuck yeah..." Kristo muttered as a shudder rolled through him, signalling that he'd passed the point of no return. He pushed down one final time and pressed firmly, his knot swelling against her ring, desperate to tie. For a moment she seemed to resist, before her muscles loosened and she accepted him, licking against his palm with her tongue as his knot shoved past her stretched ass and into her, tying with her with a satisfying, pre-slickened squelch.

With a tired, sluggish groan, Kristo flopped forwards, pressing his weight to the girl's body as his knot swelled and his cock pulsed, shooting spurt after spurt into her behind. He painted her inner walls with seed, oozing around his cock and coating it in a sticky film of his own nut. He tugged back and hissed as the yanking on his member stimulating him further, causing his load to shoot deeper inside her as she drooled against his hand and huffed, fingers tightly clenched, her innards spasming periodically and milking his climaxing length-- he could only assume she'd orgasmed, too. Cinnamon wafted through the air, filling his nostrils with her aroused scent.

At that moment, he knew he was fucked, yet it was somehow fine. At least, that's what he told himself so that he wouldn't have to deal with the potential reality of getting caught, and as if on cue, the fennec's ears perked to the sound of the handle of the door twisting amidst the humming of the washing machine. In a panic he sat up and turned his head, eyes wide as he saw the door swing open, revealing...a familiar, green-furred fox, identified solely by his fur and similarly named pin.

"W...What are you doing here?" Kristo gawked, before catching himself. "Wait, uh, this isn't..."

With a sly smile, Clover stepped inside and closed the door behind him, surveying the situation before trotting forwards. Like Kristo before, Clover was wearing a pair of simple shorts-- Kristo couldn't be sure where he'd gotten them from, though.

"I see you've met Camillia. You could smell that cinnamon anywhere." Clover glanced to the girl, who twisted her head to look up at Clover, her eyes twinkling with amusement. Kristo looked from him, to her, and back again.

"Oh for fuck..." He sighed, loosening his hand from her mouth. "Another one?"

The two cubs giggled and Kristo hung his head. Clover stepped closed and crouched down, admiring how affixed the man was to the girl's ass before he rose up, toying with the waistband of his shorts.

"Well, since you're here..." He grinned. "And stuck, why don't we finish where we left off last night?"

Kristo watched as Clover dropped his pants, and another long, heavy sigh exhaled from him.

He was certain now: he wasn't going to get any peace this cruise, despite his best efforts. He was ensnared in their web.