Sofa Samba
By ShadowFox97

	Annie Grassroot had decided to take a rest in one of many Fetish rooms at a local hotel. It was a place that generally functioned like hostel, only with one random, and safe roommate to join with someone who'd decided to stay the night. More often than not, it was used for hookups as the only thing required beyond cheap registration was the gender of who else was allowed to enter. One night stands mostly, often with a few switch-ups depending on preferences. She yawns as she enters the room and plops down on a sofa, sighing in strained comfort as she relaxes. She rolls her eyes back, trying with futile abandon to look at the tight bun perched on the back of her head, and contemplates pulling it free from the single pin. She decides against it, just as her roommate comes in.
	With gentle light spooling in from the hall, they stare and size each other up. The roommate is a young fox dressed with red t-shirt, bound in a black leather jacket reaching to his knees, and cargo pants in olive drab design. She notices, to some effort, that music thrums from his head—a pair of buds are hidden in his big black-tipped ears. She gives him a distant smile, a light compliment on his style and lays her head to the arm rest. No interest, no threat. Though her face hints criticism, Just who is he trying to impress? He looks so...Busy. The fox simultaneously examines her—a typically built panda dressed in tight-looking blue jeans, a green turtle-neck sweater and a pin-held bun at the back of her head. He takes an extra moment to admire her soft curves under the mundane attire and plops onto the sofa next to Annie, ears still twitching to the music.
	Theres a moment of quiet between them, save for the music still pounding in the fox's ears, with  Annie realizing he'd be the one for tonight. She makes the first move. She looks over at Virgil, gives him one last assessment and shrugs, wrapping an arm around him. The fox turns to her as does this and smiles, hugging her back and snuggling into the warmth of her side. He takes in the honey and lilac scent... perhaps shampoo? ...clinging to her fur as he smells her and hums a pleasant sigh. Annie snuggles with him, letting him relax and enjoy his music while she eased them into her corner on the couch. Her 'partner' rocks his head slightly as he settles against her tummy, his tail curling over his hip in an instinctive pull for the heat in her body. She cradles his head, happy to act like a soft pillow to snuggle for him. 
	The fox wags his tail pleasantly while hugging his soft pillow, his chin brushing into the curve of her stomach. Annie pulls him up to her breast,  nuzzles him and wraps both arms around him, innocently welcoming him to the softness of her body. He sighs, contented in her grasp, and kisses at her cheek for being so warm. The kiss makes her blush and giggle; then, in a crafty retaliation, she nuzzles his nose and binds his lower body with her legs. The fox jolts at the leg-clamp and hugs her tighter, burying his face between the hills bound by her verdant sweater.  He breathes, "Toasty!", into her cleavage. She pulls him further up, sliding him through the grip of her legs to nuzzle into his chest. She sighs contently,  relaxing to his scent—a fine cologne of charcoal under the subtle bubbling of cider. How fitting he'd have a gentleman's fire to match her demure forest tones. She savored this moment, a simple cuddling over some eager rut. The fox, now higher than her on the edge of the couch,  kisses her head and clasps her to him as gently as he can. His tail coils over her hip, almost a hint that things were becoming more than just 'warm' between them.
	Annie moves a hand to gently rub his tail, blushing lightly to herself and then to him. She notices then he'd been wearing tags around his neck, one with a title and a number under another with his name clearly printed in raised letters, “Virgil...” she turned away from his last name. She didn't need to know, she wasn't here for that kind of 'encounter'. Virgil nuzzles into her cheek as she strokes his tail, the sensation riding through him driving him to whine into her ear. His hands rub and grope at her back, massaging her through the knit of her sweater and into her tendons. Annie gasps, blushes, and nuzzles back, giving his cheek a lick while she murrs softly, pulling him tighter into her pudgy frame. He licks and kisses at her neck, his hand tracing away from her back and gently over the curve of her plush belly, murring back to her for all her attentions. She smiles as she holds him, feeling him rub her soft belly, currently empty. She sighs and looks at him, pressing that belly against him.
	Virgil feels the pressure of the belly against his hand and notices the lack of resistance. He looks up at her, blushes through the thin skin of his ears and holds her bodily to him. He could tell that the way she pulled him in was some kind of beg, a quiet cry for something that didn't need to be said—the look she saw in his eyes told he'd seen it many times before. She puts her hand over his, feeling him on her belly and snuggles in close, pinning their hands together while they snuggle. Virgil feels the enhanced intimacy of the moment and takes a liberty. His hand on her belly slowly traces lower, lower, and lower until it's in a very private place. He whispers if she wants him as badly as she wants to be full, his lips sliding gently over her cheek and into her neck as his offer sinks in. Annie blushes and nods slowly, her private area already feeling warm and damp from the snuggles, feeling a bit of arousal form the sheer closeness of it and his gentle touch. She traps his hand between her legs and breathes a ragged sigh into the still air of the room. Virgil struggles against her the moment she allows the touch, pulling her pants just far enough to reveal her soft cotton and moving that cotton aside to reveal her peach gate. His other hand works against toned muscle of her legs, spreading her open along the couch. Desperate and slow, he drives into her. He drives deep and far, clutching her possessively as he fuses with her warmth.
	Annie covered her face as he started. First in disbelief that she was there and had managed to bring herself this far, then in embarrassment that she'd snuggled herself into the arms of an all-too-eager fox and then into fear of the climax. She feared what would come after and why he was so eager. Virgil kept thrusting, a hand on her waist to pull her up around him. His mouth nibbled and poked tirelessly through the fabric of her shirt to find her nipples, catching the incredibly soft and welcoming meat of her breasts instead. He soon gave up his search for her teats and began to bury his face between her breasts, feeling her pillows cover his head. It made her feel so very welcoming for him. Annie moaned and whimpered as he mated her, loving the clothed sex, something she'd never tried before. She panted as he worked to find her nipples, making her giggle through a moan and pull her shirt up, just enough to let her breasts hang free for him. "There you...go sweetie~!" She moaned loudly, clinging to him tight as he continued.
	Virgil rocked back and then gave a hard thrust, his lips clasping over her nipple as he slammed home. His tongue flicked and slathered over the tender flesh, a needy sucking for a few moments as he pounded away. She mewled as he suckled, drawing out some of the milk she had in her breasts, not entirely uncommon for her. She often earned money as a wet nurse and, out of habit, made sure she stayed “leaky”. In fact, she's at her wettest now as he pressed into the sanctum, the very pit of her belly.  She rocked her hips, feeling him get to the tight entrance of her womb. She gripped him tightly, bracing herself for if he decided to go all the way. Her moans and whimpers grew louder, no longer holding herself back from their softer beginnings. the couch started sliding from his thrusts, his nuzzles and kisses to her breasts growing more sloppy and feral the longer he was inside of her.
	His thrusts grew short and quick now that he was so deep. He could feel her opening for him, her mewls and whimpers edging him to press on. Annie grunts and moans with each thrust, her inside gripping down on him each time he thrust deeper into her hot tunnel. He clasps a to her nipple again for another taste of her milk, finding it as sweet and smooth as her curves. He bowed his back, forcing his cock even deeper, past her gates now that he felt it. She gasps and clings tight, her inner walls clamping down on him. She convulsed lightly as she came, splattering her juices onto his shaft. She moaned loud, writhing about and unable to stop rocking her hips. As is heat builds, Virgil takes hold of her wide motherly hips and pulls as she cums, cumming with her, his dick throbbing as it pumped gob after gob of hot Vulpine seed into the lonely deserving depths of her womb. He coated her in his seed until she was full and stretched with his essence. His hands kept wrapped around her as the bulge in her belly pressed against his.
	Annie gasps, the pressure suddenly mounts in her womb as cum floods it beyond capacity, leaving her swollen. Every shot of cum causes her middle to round out a bit more, filling her with hot fertile seed. She holds tight to him, pressing his face harder into her large bust. He hooks his arms around her hips, keeping him bound to her and making sure not a drop of his seed escapes. With his face pressed into her breasts, he relaxed the rest of himself and enjoyed the cuddling motherly warmth of her body as he bred her. Annie pants softly as she holds him, not wanting to let go as the sweet afterglow still fresh in her mind. She nuzzled the top of his head, feeling his warm breath between her breasts as she held him there. Her arms wrapped around him, pressing him down into the warm belly of cum he made.
	Virgil breathes deep of her scent and exhales in a long satisfied murr. He then starts shaking his head to feel her plush mounds knocking against him. At her pressing him down into her bulge, He was filled with a powerful sense of pride and nuzzled at her with the hope that more than one would take. She holds him, wanting nothing more than to stay like this, pants around her knees, panties pulled aside, and a big cock shoved as deep as it could while attached to a handsome fox. She blushed, nuzzling the top of his head while her breasts swayed with his movements. Then he looks up at her and smiles. "you know... you smell so sweet... I'd love to know what scent you're wearing..." He lays his cheek on her breast staring lazily into her eyes. He too wanted to stay like this, a warm and accommodating slit keeping him fused to the lovely body of a voluptuous panda.
	She giggles softly, petting him, "I don't wear scents, I go au natural." She smirks, giving his nose a soft kiss while he relaxed so casually inside her. She looked back into his eyes, a warm smile on her face while her arms rubbed his back softly. His warmth reflected in embers with her stare. He blushes and buries his nose into her flesh again. "MMmm... You smell exquisite. You know, if it isn't too much trouble, You... could live with me." He keeps his eyes locked to hers, his hips wiggling a little to stimulate her. "I'd take care of it all... food, chores, electricity... you just have to sit around and be my pregnant pudgy panda all day..." The look he had, that optimistic little grin, the light of promise in his eyes, the cheeky little wiggle in his nose belied all his confidence. He could do it all just for her. All she had to do was say 'yes' and he'd cart her off in his arms... or at least wobble out with her in tow.
	She bit her lips softly, feeling his cock wiggling around inside her still sensitive nethers. "W-well I kinda already have a place to live, and I'm already really set up there. I'd hate to have to move it all." She sighs, petting him and still looking down into his eyes as they looked back into hers. She wasn't ready for what he wanted, a relationship, a family... But he persists. Virgil edged up to her face and kissed her lips for a quick moment. "It's nothing to worry about... all you have to do is lie down in my place and I'll move all of your stuff into mine myself. No hassle, no stress, no mess." He wiggles his hips a little more and finds his member brushing tender against a rough spot in her pussy and starts grinding his member against it with his own little moans.

	Annie  gripped at his back as he rubbed against a sensitive spot inside her, trying not to moan so she could still speak, "Ahh, I..I wasn't really looking for a mate when I came here, but that sounds like what you're intending with this." She blushed hard, feeling her body shake, sloshing the load of cum in her belly about while he moved around inside her. This was supposed to be casual damnit! This was why he was so eager and clingy! She hoped this didn't hurt him too much. Virgil pulled himself back a little, stopping his assault on her g-spot and stared with a cautious look in his eyes. "So... I take it that means you're not ready for a mate yet?" He averted his eyes so that he could hear her answer, she didn't need him looking at her to change her mind.
	She stopped, no longer feeling him working at her with his shaft. She let out a sigh as she pulled him back to look at her. "No, I'm not looking for a mate, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." She kissed him, deeply and passionately. He gave into the kiss, and held her in it as deep and lovingly as she was holding him. Her love, instead of mateship... he could live with this. He began to smile at the thought, and recognized it as her way of keeping her freedom. Annie rubbed a hand down his cheek while she kissed him, using her other to hold him close. She parted from him, panting lightly and smiling as she looked into his eyes, "Maybe someday, I'll take you as my mate. For now, I love you, and that's what matters~" Virgil nods, agreeing to let things be between them and rests atop her. For a long moment her fox is silent. She pokes him and hears a light rattling snore out of him. She smiles, knowing that her lover had fallen asleep in her warm cushy grasp. While he's still out she slips from under him and pads quietly to the door  and on her way home.