Ryan’s feet echoed in the hall as he ran, his sneakers squeaking on the polished linoleum floor as he rounded the corner and sprinted down a row of lockers. He was quick, dashing in and about scattered students making their way to class, ducking the occasional locker door as he pushed himself onward, his heart pounding in his chest and adrenaline coursing through his veins. Running was something he was good at, and something he found himself doing a little too often.

“Spear!”

Above the sound of his own feet and the sporadic complaints of either his fellow students or a member of the school faculty, two additional pairs of sneakers thunders behind them, their footfalls markedly heavier than those of the spry fox. The young fox was unfortunately quite familiar with them; a rather notorious lion and leopard pair known about the school as bullies and ruffians. The lion had taken it upon himself to torment Ryan on a near constant basis; demanding lunch money, verbally abusing him of simply roughing him up for no purpose save his own amusement. The leopard, his slightly less aggressive but no less obnoxious friend, was seldom far behind and always eager to partake.

“Spear!”

Stumbling slightly, Ryan rounded the final corner, closing in on where he knew his friend would be. Spear, the large wolf with the odd name, glanced up from his locker, blinking several times in confusion as he heard his friend call out to him across the hall.

“Hey, calm down, it’s no big deal if you’re a bit. . .”

Ryan sprinted the final few yards. “SPEAR! HELP ME!”

“. . .late. Woah, man, hit the brakes!”

The fox kit ran headlong into his large wolven friend, very nearly tumbling onto his rump from the impact. 

Ryan quickly jumped to his feet. “Ah! Found you!”

Spear. A strange name for perhaps a slightly strange wolf; Ryan’s friend was one he had come to depend on, especially during this most recent school year. Though a sophomore, Spear had simply overlooked the fact that the fox was in the grade below himself, as much a teenage social faux pas as that may have been. Their friendship had raised more than a few eyebrows, and had seen spread its fair share of rumours.

And where rumours regarding one’s sexual preference circulated, bullying and abuse was seldom far behind.

“Hey there, Spear, we just wanted to talk with our little buddy.” The leopard skulked around to the right of Ryan, now hiding himself behind the wolf.

The lion, on the other hand, fronted up to Spear as his friend circled about. Though shorter, he was stockier; with a far more powerfully built upper chest and thick, muscled arms. His lips were curled upward in a snarl, his vicious fangs flashing under the halogen lighting.

“Out of the way, dog.” The last word was spat out with an added dose of venom. “Little Ryan just owes us some money.”

Always so aggressive. Aggressive and stupid.

“Sorry,” growled Spear, “I’m not a dog. But you, hating on a freshman, you must be some kind of pussy.”

Ryan’s eyes darted about, keeping track of both the leopard, who had by now moved almost directly behind him and Spear, and the distressing lack of both teachers and students in this part of the hall. Far from an eagerness to attend their classes, everyone knew that the school’s CCTV system had limited coverage, and that Spear’s locker was located in an area frequented by bullies and delinquents for that exact reason.

He growled a little himself, bearing his fangs at the Leopard.

“What’s the matter, little kit?” said the leopard, his voice oozing with malice, “Everyone is already on their way to class, looks like you and your friend are going to be in trouble either way. Better just pay up and avoid getting your face kicked in again.”

The lion took a step forward, unsheathing his claws and menacing them at Spear. “Come on, dog, you gunna protect your little butt-buddy?”

The metallic locker door slammed against the lion’s nose just as the school bell rung, drowning out his yelp of pain with its high-pitched clattering. Without thinking, Spear spun about on the stop, seizing Ryan by his shirt collar and dashing backward. Seeing his escape route cut off by the leopard, the wolf did the first thing that came to mind and thrust the fox out in front of him, using him as a battering ram and slamming the feline delinquent to the side. Breaking into a sprint, Spear left the two bullies dazed and confused in his wake, with Ryan stumbling and tripping along behind him. A few members of the faculty shouted after them as they tore through the corridor, fleeing both the two felines as well as Spear’s minor indiscretion.

“Ow!”

Ryan rubbed at his chest as the two furs came to a stop, still a little sore from where he had been foxhandled rather violently into the leopard. He was grateful that Spear had sprung him from a tricky situation yet again, though he wished that he need not go through the same process three or four times a week.

Ryan glanced both ways up the now-empty corridor. “Thanks, Spear!”

The embrace about his midriff caught the wolf of guard, though he quickly returned his young friend’s hug. Not a typical display of platonic affection for boys of their age, but Spear didn’t mind; the hall was deserted and Ryan was clearly in need of some compassion.

"Hey now," he chuckled, "No need for that."

Ryan pulled back, the slightest hint of a blush in his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“Ah, forget about it. . .”

“Oh, I almost forgot!” continued the small fox, his eyes lighting up, “I asked my mom, she said you can come over after school. I've just got a new PS4, lots of games we can play!”

With an oversized canid grin, Spear bared his fangs. "Oh, awesome! I'm definitely coming over then. Prepare your tailhole, cause once I’m done owning your casual ass, you won’t be able to stand for a week!”

Ryan blinked several times.

“. . . It’s a joke!” quipped Spear.

“Yeah,” replied Ryan. “but you’re full of shit if you think I’m not going to grind your noob ass into dust!” He thought himself fairly good and fancied his chances, although Spear was always talking himself up. He'd have to wait and find out, and Ryan had more than a few tricks up his sleeve.

Spear just rolled his eyes. “I dunno, Ryebread, I’m pretty good!”

“RYAN LEE! CLASS, NOW!” Both students nearly jumped out of their fur at the teacher’s call.

“Crap, gotta go! I'll see you after school. You'll have to catch my bus, it's a bit of a ride, but my mom said she can drive you home afterwards!"

Ryan jogged his way into the classroom, his tail swishing happily behind him as he disappeared from sight, leaving spear the lone fur standing in the corridor. Ryan’s teacher shot him a dirty look, tapping at his wrist and motioning down the hallway with his head.

Spear glanced down at his phone screen. “Oh shit!”

#   #   #   #   #

"You on the right bus? You're not familiar," the old crow said in a gruff voice.

Spear nodded quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm on the right one, don't worry. No need to hold up the line, Captain."

The driver sighed and motioned him aboard with a wave of his greying wing, either too tired or too apathetic to care much for students hitching a ride. With a hop, Spear boarded the bus, quickly making his way down the aisle towards the back, where his friend was seated.

“Spear!”

Ryan bounced excitedly in his seat, his best friend was finally coming over! For the longest time, he had wanted to invite friends around; to play games, watch movies and eat junk food like regular kids his age did. Such a small thing, yet something he had missed out on all throughout middle school, and for a good portion of his first year in high school too. It was clear, though, that he was happy, happier than he had been for some time. No more bullies to deal with; his best friend with him and the prospect of an afternoon of gaming before them.

Spear sat down next to him, taking up the better portion of the bench seat and jutting his legs out into the aisle. "How's it going? Excited?"

Ryan nodded eagerly. "Oh yes! I've got a whole bunch of games, saved up for a while to get them all. My mom even said we could have pizza tonight!"

“Pizza? Sweet! So, are your mom and dad going to be there?”

Ryan’s ears suddenly drooped. “Mom will be there, Dad. . . um. . .”

Though they had been friends for some time now, Spear only just realised that he truthfully knew very little about Ryan’s family. He’d never heard him talk about any brothers or sisters, and only seldom did he mention his mother. It wasn’t unusual, the wolf didn’t talk about his own, admittedly larger and more cohesive family, all that often, though it still struck him as slightly strange that Ryan hadn’t brought it up.

Rather than push the matter and possibly upset his friend, he decided to change topics.

“So, what pizza we having?”

The mention of the greasy treat perked Ryan up almost instantly  “Triple meat supreme!”

Spear made a show of twisting his face in mock disgust, “Ew, how can you put all that crap in your mouth? I’ve always liked plain cheese, believe it or not.”

“That’s cool, we can get two.”

“Sweet.”

Spear’s tail wagged idly behind him as the bus drove onwards, his yellow eyes lazily scanning the passing scenery as it turned from inner city commercial, to suburban, and finally to semi rural. He couldn’t help but smile contently as his friend bounced and yipped happily beside him, excitedly babbling about the various games he had, as well as colourfully describing the fate that would befall Spear when they finally went head-to-head. For the most part, he was simply happy to be able to spend some time with his friend, though a small part of him was glad to escape the clutter and chaos of his own home which at times could be a stressful environment. He loved his parents to death, certainly, but they had a tendency to be intense at times. His sister, however, could be a real handful.

“Spear, we’re here!” 

The bus groaned to to a stop at the head of a short gravel road. Ryan and Spear jumped off the bus, hurrying their way up the street towards Ryan’s house. A number of properties dotted the area, most set behind rows of trees or thickets of bush, providing a good deal of privacy as well as helping muffle the sounds of the nearby highway.

“Woah, ease up, Ryebread!”

Ryan turned about, laughing at his slightly slower friend as he ran for his front door. His home was a two story wooden house, weathered and aged, yet clearly well kept, with a fresh coat of paint having recently been applied. In part, one of the reasons why Ryan had yet to have friends over was his chores; he and his mother had their work cut out for them maintaining the home, and it cut deeply into his free time.

“Here it is!”

Ryan clambered up the steps at the front of the house, flinging the flywire open before pushing the front door in and stepping inside, his friend close behind. “Mom! I’m home!”

Alexis Lee gracefully picked herself up from the couch where she had spent most of the afternoon lazing about and walked into the hallway. The vixen was clad in her usual attire, an agreeable, form-fitting tank top and jeans which nicely accentuated her shapely breasts and soft, heart-shaped rear. Her full and flowing tail swished and twitched slowly from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floorboards as she approached the two young furs. A little stiff after her sedate afternoon, Alexis stretched a little in front of them, pushing her arms up and behind her head, lifting her tank top slightly and revealing her tight, flat belly. Despite being on the other side of thirty-five, she took effort to maintain her figure, and had an athletic yet still definitively feminine build.

Her voice was warm and welcoming. "Hi there! You must be Spear, Ryan has told me all about you."

The wolf couldn’t help but stare stupidly for several seconds. 

Uh. . ." he shook his head. "Yep! Spear Mint, always fresh and at the ready!"

“Mint?” quizzed Alexis. “That’s an interesting name.”

Spear fumbled a little with his reply. “Well. . . uh. . . my sister’s name is Pepper, guess my parents had a sense of humour, or something.”

“Well, Mr. Mint.” she said, giving both boys a playful smile. “It’s lovely to have you here. Ryan was so excited that he could have friends over, he's been wanting to show off his Xbox for so long."

“Mom!” complained the small fox. “It’s a PlayStation!”

“Sorry, sweetie. I'll order some pizza for you boys, and there’s iced tea and soda in the fridge, feel free and help yourselves.”

“Thanks, Miss Lee.” said Spear, doing his best to crack a smile. “Oh, and uh, nice to meet you too!”

“Oh please, call me Lexi.”

“Sure. . . Lexi.”

Leaning over, Lexi gave her son a tight hug, ruffling his headfur a little before striding back into the living room, her tail giving one last, sensual flick before it disappeared around the corner.

Spear immediately turned to his friend. “Dude, your mom!”

“Shut up!” He semi-seriously punched his friend in the arm.

“Hey!” replied Spear. “I’m just saying!”

Ryan was aware of the fact that his mother was considered an attractive vixen; his keen vulpine eyes catching more than a few double-takes from passers by when they were out and about in public. It was something he seldom thought about, but to have his friend bring it up to brazenly was a little off putting.

“Forget about it, Rye. So, we gonna fire up your PlayStation?”

“Oh, yeah!”

Ryan excitedly led his friend up the stairs to his room. Without any siblings, he had been given almost complete reign of the upper floor. The landing had been converted into a small entertainment area, complete with a sizeable TV and some comfortable bean bag chairs.

"Do you like it? Me and my Mom did it all up after. . . .well, after Dad left. He used to have his drinking buddies up here. But now we can use it for games and movies!"

Ryan sat down and turned on his console. For a moment, he was a little distant, a slight waver in his voice as he pulled out various games and showed them to Spear. "Kinda a big house for just two furs, don't you think?"

Spear was momentarily distracted by Ryan’s setup, something he himself was not able to enjoy at his own home thanks to his rat-packing parents. Even his own belongings had been relegated to an uncomfortable corner of the bedroom he shared with his sister.

"Wha. . . oh. Yeah, it is pretty big, but it's badass that you have all this space! It's like you have your own apartment." He smirked, and then leaned in to whisper, "You don't have to worry much about people watching you jack off up here."

Ryan blushed. “Spear!”

“Ha, I’m joking, geez.” the wolf said, grinning at the fox. He could tell from his friend’s embarrassment that he had stumbled upon something. Not that it was surprising, since he did it plenty himself, but it was still funny to catch someone who wasn't open about it. In truth, he didn't care - he’d actually appreciate having someone to talk about such things with, especially considering how harsh school could be. His own, rather kinky browsing habits, however, were something he went to great lengths to keep hidden; he'd probably die of shame if the fact that he posted erotic stories online was ever revealed. Certainly, he may well have been putting his A-grade in English to good use, although he suspected his parents and teachers might not approve.

“Anyway,” he continued. “What are we gunna play, you got any shooters?”

Ryan had carefully placed his games into a number of neat piles. "Oh, I have a few. Killzone and Call of Duty. . . Oh, and GTA! I've got a bunch of racing games too.”

“Hit me up with CoD, time to lay the smackdown!”

Ryan grinned. "Ok then, prepare to get your stinking dog tail whipped!"

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"Ha ha!"

The young fox was having the time of his life. He had finally found something he was better than his friend at! Spear just seemed to be so good at everything, and had the confidence to match. For Ryan, the sight of his friend's frustration as landed yet another 40mm grenade at his feet brought him thrills and a surge of adrenaline.

"Who's the noob now, doggy?"

He had been called cheap, but if he was honest, he just enjoyed watching people get so worked up over a game. Everyone online was so sure of themselves, so certain that any failings on their part were due to factors outside their control; game balance, latency, even a near-constant run of bad luck. As far as Ryan was concerned, if the weapons were there, why not use them?

"Enjoy your trip!" Again, he laughed as he ragdolled Spear's body about, courtesy of yet another grenade. 

The wolf’s frustration continued for another few minutes before the round finally ended; Ryan had managed to top the team with a rather annoying AC-130 strike. 

He grinned obnoxiously at Spear. "Eat it!"

Spear shot his friend a dirty look. The controller clattered to the ground as he stood up, towering over the small fox. “Cheap.”

“Hey!” protested Ryan. “Don’t hate the player, hate the. . .”

“Boys! Pizza’s here!” The call of Ryan’s mother sent a wave of relief washing over Spear.

"Oh, thank God." He blinked for a few moments. "I mean, um, thank God for that pizza, I was starving! Of course that's why you won, fox!" 

He gave Ryan a genuine smile, feeling slightly miffed, but hardly upset at the outcome of their gaming session, and then put  his controller down before heading for the stairs. “C’mon!”

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Lexi watched her son and his friend walk in and seat themselves at the table. The pizza had only just been delivered, and was sitting on the counter, steaming hot and delicious. The smell wafted over the two furs, enticing their senses and sending pangs of hunger through them. Ryan hadn't eaten since breakfast.

"Here you go, sweetie," she said, placing one of the boxes in front of Ryan. "Triple meat supreme!"

“Aw yeah!”

In doing so, she had to lean over a bit, unknowingly flicking her tail up and in front of Spear's face, coming within an inch of contacting his nose. In this position, her rear was strained against her jeans, full and inviting. She wasn't accustomed to having guests, and so seldom concerned herself with such things.

“. . .Wow.”

As her tailed wafted near him, Spear’s nose twitched. Her gentle but sharp feminine scent got his attention, and his ears flicked a few times. Without even having to move his head to stare at her ass, his eyes were glued to it, wide and unblinking.

"And for you, regular cheese." Again, she placed a pizza down, this time in front of Spear. Though not leaning as far forward, she still had to press her chest out just a little, jutting it in front of the wolf. It was too much to not look for a fleeting moment; surely she wouldn't notice if it was only a second!

"Thank you!" he hastily spoke. Spear’s pulse had quickened substantially, and he was genuinely worried that he might either blurt out or do something that he would later regret.

"Okay boys, I'm going to do the washing, just put the boxes in the trash once you're done!" With a wave, Lexi walked from the room, leaving the two furs to enjoy their meal.

"No problem, Miss Lee!" he called after her, and took a monstrous bite out of the pizza. He was already down to the crust.

Ryan's eyes were fixed upon Spear. His keen fox vision had easily picked up his wolf friend's rather direct approach, though his mother had showed no signs of noticing.

"I saw you checking out my Mom." He was a little flustered, though not enough to get angry with his friend. Perhaps it was merely his own frustration building. Spear was enjoying himself an eyeful of a real, live vixen. Ryan. . . he had his porn, and little else.

The wolf laid his ears back.  "I-I'm sorry, she bent over and. . . “

He quickly shot a glance up the hallway, checking to make sure that the vixen was out of earshot. "Does she even have normal clothes?!"

Ryan shrugged. "It's just what she wears. She used to wear dresses and stuff, but then Dad left and. . . I don't know, I think maybe she wants to feel young. . . or something."

Truthfully, he was just guessing. He knew very little about adult relationships, and even less about how a broken marriage might affect a woman. As far as he was concerned, his mother was just like that; loving, caring, sweet. . . and perhaps lacking a little modesty in the wardrobe department. She would at least dress properly during parent-teacher interviews. Somehow, they always seemed to turn out alright.

"Oh, just forget about it." he said, finishing off his first slice. "What did you want to play next?"

#   #   #   #   #

The hours wore on; with Spear and Ryan playing well into the evening. They had enjoyed a variety of games, from shooters to fighting games, and now, racers. It was a genre that Spear found himself at even more of a disadvantage when compared to his young, dextrous friend. Repeatedly, he found himself crashing or spinning out of control, typically accompanied by a choice expletive and a howl of laughter from Ryan.

But, he was having fun. Sitting here with his friend, chewing his way through an irresponsible amount of pizza, playing games and having the time of his life.

"Man. . . I don't want to think about going. Can I just live here?" He looked at the fox, his expressional and tone almost serious. "You have the room, that's for sure. Lucky fox. . ."

Ryan's eyes lit up. They didn't have school the following day, perhaps his mother would let Spear stay a little longer. "Wait here, I'll ask my Mom if you can at least stay over!"

The fox disappeared down the stairs, tail wagging excitedly behind him, leaving Spear to his own devices for a minute or two. A small, brief discussion could be heard from the kitchen, before Ryan again charged back up to the landing.

"She said yes! You can stay the night if you want, she's just calling your parents now to let them know!" Ryan gave his friend another hug, nuzzling himself into his shoulder briefly before pulling back, blushing slightly.

"Um...sorry about that. We don't have any spare beds, so you'll have to sleep on the couch downstairs, is that okay?"

Spear wagged his tail excitedly. "Oh? I can stay? Great! My parents can be so worried about where I'm out sometimes." He looked a little annoyed, but the hug brought him out of the momentary funk, and he nuzzled his friend back. No longer at school, he didn't mind being a bit closer, and rather enjoyed the chance to display a bit of brotherly affection. Besides, the fox was. . .  kinda cute.

Not at all surprising, considering his genes. Anything that came from Lexi would be certain to turn a few head.

“Couch sounds good.” he said. “Anyways, I’m sure you’ll need your privacy tonight.”

He laughed at the tease, picking up the pizza boxes as Ryan made another face at him. "I'll take these downstairs. All that pizza made me a little sleepy anyways. I think I ate too much, really."

“Ok,sounds good.” Ryan yawned. It was only a little past 11pm, but a full week of school had taken its toll on the young fox; he didn't quite have the stamina of Spear. He paced about, wearing nothing but a loose fitting pair of boxer shorts, picking up games and stashing them away.

"Mum put out some blankets on the couch for you. If you get thirsty in the middle of the night, there is iced tea in the fridge. You can have as much a you want."

Putting the last few games away, Ryan stepped into his room, shooting a smile back over at his friend.

"Goodnight, and. . . um. . . thanks for coming over."

"Aww, alright. Sleep tight, Ryebread. And thanks for inviting me over! I had a ton of fun, really. Some of the most fun I can remember." he said with a slightly sheepish smile.

He petted the fox's head and trotted down the stairs. On the couch, sure enough, were some comfortable blankets, piled neatly with a selection of pillows. Arranging the bedding, he settled back and made himself comfortable. It wasn’t bad! If anything, it was more comfortable than his own bed, as well as actually offering him some peace and quiet, something his own home was sorely lacking in. Kicking back and relaxing here should be easy!

After an hour or so of tossing and turning, though, he simply couldn’t get to sleep. His mind repeatedly wandered back to Miss Lee's ass and chest. . . and so did his hand, down to his crotch. Even the mere thought of the vixen was getting him hard.

Seeing as how he was alone, he went ahead and stuffed a paw down his jeans, feeling himself up more intimately. He himself worked up enough that he didn't pay much attention to his surroundings, his mind focused on just one thing.

#   #   #   #   #

Lexi paced her way down the hall. It was just coming up to midnight, and she was confident that the boys would be in bed. Thought normally asleep herself at such an hour, from time to time she would venture into the kitchen to fix herself a drink. Sometimes she might fix herself several.

It wasn’t that she had made a habit of drinking alone, though some of her friends had raised concerns; Lexi simply wanted to unwind. Her day had been relatively peaceful, and with her son the happiest she had seen him in a long time, she felt like a little indulgence or her part wouldn’t go amiss. Ryan was all she had left in the world, her one shining light, and to see him so jubilant and lively brought joy to her heart.

She hummed softly to herself, retrieving the bottle from above the fridge and setting it down on the table with a loud clank.

#   #   #   #   #

Spear was half way through tending to himself when he heard the sound of the bottle echo from the kitchen. He barked in surprise, and shot up to a sitting position, his dilated pupils darting about in search of the disturbance.

“Wha. . . ?”

His gaze fell upon the light pouring from the kitchen across the hall. Who was up at this hour? Had Ryan come down to fix himself a drink? Curiosity got the better of him, and he threw the blankets aside, picking himself up from the couch and rapidly pulling his pants back on. Cautiously, he stepped toward the kitchen, wary of the creaking floorboards. The absence of Ryan’s typical scampering told him that his friend was more than likely still tucked snuggly in his bed, which meant. . .

He peeked around the corner and into the kitchen.

“. . . damn.”

She hadn’t seen him, but he had most definitely seen her. Lexi had discarded her jeans for a pair of shorts, reaching barely half way down her long, slender thighs. Loose, but not so much that her buttocks wasn’t nicely framed as she sat in the chair, leaning forward and toying with a glass. She still wore her tank top, though the addition of the shorts meant that a great deal more of her luxurious fur was on display, something Spear was extremely appreciative of. The rapidly expanding bulge in his pants was testament to that!

Without thinking, the wolf found himself stepping around the corner and into the kitchen.

"H-hi, Miss. . .L, uh, Lexi," he panted. "You're still up?" It was a dumb question, but it was the first thing that had come to mind.

Lexi simply raised her eyebrow.

“I was just. . . um. . . getting some iced tea, yeah. . .”

Lexi watched with curiosity as the wolf-boy paced his way into the kitchen. Shiftless as he was, she couldn't help but admire him; he was quite something. Young, certainly, but with a well-built body and sharp, defined features. The fact that he was awkwardly shielding his crotch with his paws was painfully obvious. Her eyes, however continually found themselves returning to his flowing mane. It wasn’t something typical of his breed, though it did have a certain wild charm to it.

She took another sip from her glass before talking.

"Sit down, Spear, I hope you don't mind if I ask you a question."

Lexi waited until the wolf boy had seated himself before leaning back in her chair. She was a little tipsy, and though far from drunk, she made no secret of the fact that her eyes were wandering over his body, taking in his features, eating him up. He was tall for his age, a few years clear of puberty and well toned, and a good deal more masculine than his vulpine friend.

"Why are you such good friends with my son?” she started. “He hasn't had much luck, he's too timid. I think having his father leave really got to him, he was very young at the time. . ."

Lexi took another sip of the amber liquid. She didn't know why she was sharing this with the wolf, he was twenty years her junior! Perhaps she was simply glad for the company.

"Well," he began, pausing to gather his confidence. At first, he was only staring at the kitchen table, but he looked up after a moment and gave a quiet, forced laugh. "Other than with him helping with my homework? He's always getting picked on at school. I used to, and I do come from a poorer family. I know what it's like. I stood up for him a few times, and we just started talking. He's a good guy! Smart, cool, and. . ."

Spears ears suddenly drooped, as too did his eyes, and his voice took on a softer, more serious tone.. "He actually mentioned the dad thing in passing before we started playing. It was really sad. . . I suppose I kinda feel a bit like a big brother to him.”

Lexi quickly glanced out of the kitchen, as if expecting Ryan to suddenly appear, before returning her gaze to the wolf. “Spear, does he. . . get much attention from the girls at school?”

"Hm, well. . ." He shuffled a little in the chair. "He gets bullied a lot, more than even I did, which is why I stood up for him; I knew what it was like. So, uh, if girls literally kicking him down in the hallways counts as attention, then yeah, he gets it. If you mean being asked out, having a girlfriend, chicks flirting with him. . . I haven't seen it.”

He averted his eyes from the vixen. “. . . Sorry.”

A warm, soft paw crept over his fingers and sent a shiver down his spine. Snapping his vision back, he saw Lexi leaning forward across the table, her delicate digits playing across his knuckles.

“Thanks.” she said. “It’s not much, but it helps him.”

"Y-yeah, it's no big deal!" The wolf coughed.

She allowed her paw to linger for a moment, very gently stroking her fingers over his, before pulling back. "You said you were from a poor family? We're not exactly rolling in it here, but I've managed to save up a bit. I'd like to treat you and Ryan to something special, maybe a day out somewhere. He really does need some brotherly companionship, I...um...didn't get a chance to make him one myself."

She laughed a bit at her own joke, before leaning back again, folding her arms across her chest.

"But anyway, Spear." she said, her voice now taking on a distinctively playful tone, "Why are you up so late anyway?"

“I could ask you the same thing.” he replied with perhaps a little too much ego.

Lexi raised her eyebrow with a sly grin. “Oh? I didn’t realise I needed your permission to stay up past my bedtime. What’s wrong, couch not comfortable enough?”

Spear picked up on her tone. After a long pause, he finally replied, only half-joking as he spoke. ". . . No?"

Lexi giggled a little. This wolf-boy was cute! She'd seen the way he behaved around her son, always putting on the tough, cool act. It was understandable; they were kids, after all.

A rather dirty thought crossed her mind.

She shifted a little in her seat. It was late, she'd had a bit to drink, and Spear didn't have school tomorrow. What harm would a little fun be? It might be nice to tease him a little...

"Oh, that's no good!” she replied with a distinctive tone of mock-seriousness. “I can't have my guests uncomfortable!"

The vixen stood up, walking over to the kitchen counter and opening a cupboard. She was experienced enough to know that Spear was hiding something in his lap, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was. She was actually quite flattered that someone two decades her junior found her attractive.

"You know, sometimes I can't sleep, so I play solitaire for a while. I find it helps!"

She bent over, this time purposely giving Spear an eyeful of her buttocks. Her shorts rode up, allowing the tiniest hint of her cotton panties to peek out as she gracefully gyrated her hips, swishing her tail back and forth, wafting her feminine scent across the room.

"Ah, here they are!" She held up a pack of cards. "Care for a game? I'm not very good, so go easy on me!"

Spear started to object. "U-uh, I was only jo. . ." 

His protests died instantly when she bent over. This time, he didn't try to hide his gaze. After pawing off without finishing, the wolf had simply lost his self control in that regard. It was perfectly shaped; the woman clearly took care of herself - his own mother looked nothing like Lexi.

"A game?" he finally said, after licking the few droplets of drool that had snuck their way from his muzzle onto his lips. The usual overconfident wolf returned, and the boy grinned. With crossed arms, he nodded. "Sure! I'm a natural with these sorts of things. Should've seen me with Ryan all day!" Of course, he neglected to mention how he had spent most of the afternoon having his ass handed to him on a plate.

“Oh, that’s good! how about poker then? I usually don't have anyone to play with! You do know how to play, don't you?" Lexi sat down again, taking another sip of her bourbon and dealing out the cards. Her vulpine blood made her cunning, and she had a real gift for such games. Of course, she wasn't about to tell Spear that; she found him rather delightful when he was confident!

"But. . ." she tapped her finger to her chin a few times. "Poker is only fun when you have something to bet. I don't want to take money from you, can you think of anything else?"

Her voice was full of mock-innocence. She was leaving all the tough calls up to him, to see if he really was as confident as he made himself out to be. Perhaps he would surprise her. Perhaps tonight might be fun after all.

Spear thrust his paws into his pockets, grasping about for anything that might make for a good wager. "Well, uhm. . .' He only had one thing on him. The wolf licked his lips. His mind wandered back to the sight of her bending over, the shorts so tight and revealing that he saw her panties. But he can't ask for an adult to bet their clothes.

"Clothes." The word came out of his muzzle faster than his brain could stop him.

"Oh. . . ho? Really now?" Lexi shot Spear a sultry, seductive look. Her own heart fluttered a little, this was. . . Exciting. So taboo and forbidden! Was she really about to play strip poker with her son's friend? He was just a kid! Without a doubt, he had a tasty body and was almost of legal age, but. . .

She quickly pushed such thoughts from her mind. It had been so long; she was going to have some fun. "Well, does little wolfy really want to bet against his friend's Mom? Don't think I didn't catch you staring earlier, you really should be more careful around foxes, we're a crafty bunch!"

“I. . .”

She giggled again.

“That’s it!” he thought. If this vixen wanted to play games, then he’d play games! Spear gave her a broad, wolfy smile, looking right at her. His heart was beating so fast that he could barely keep his voice level as he spoke in a low, deep whisper. 

"Yes, I do want to bet against you."

It didn't matter that the wolf was, as near as it mattered, pitch black - he was blushing and she could sense it. But he was also incredibly horny; he kept shifting in his seat, working his thighs against each other. If she knew he was eyeballing her and was agreeing to this, then. . . damn it, there really wasn't a reason to hide it!

"Ok, I'll start in that case.” said Lexi, scooping up her cards. “I'll bet one piece."

Spear scrambled to pick up his own cards. He studied them intently, doing his very best to recall the rules of the game he had so eagerly agreed to play. Cards were worth points; with higher valued carded being worth more. Matching suits were good, too. . . That's all he needed to know, right?

He had an ace high. "Sure, I'll bet one. . . and raise you one."

The vixen shrugged and dropped her cards in front of her. "Oh my, seems if you're going to raise straight away, I'd better fold. I can't compete with that sort of boldness!"

Truthfully, her cards were of little concern. This was all part of the act, a common trick in poker, Get them confident, lure them in, then strike! There was no way in hell this kid knew what he was doing, she could see it in his eyes.

"Now. . ." she said, standing up from the table. "I believe I owe you one piece."

Lexi walked around to Spear's side, sitting herself on the tabletop just next to him.

"So, wolfy, which one is it?" She pointed to both her shorts and tops. "Do I lose the shorts. . . or. . . this?"

The most arrogant smirk was plastered across his face. As Lexi approached, however, it simply melted away; he hadn’t expected this. With a loud gulp, he looked over her body. There was no need to be subtle about it anymore; he was free, he was invited, he could take the eye candy in front of him and eat it up. Despite his nervousness, the quiver in both his voice, he simply couldn’t pass this up. His paw trembled with raw anticipation, until it reached the vixen's soft, furry thigh. It slid up, tucking up and under her ridiculous excuse for a pair of shorts.

"This."

Lexi allowed him his little indulgence before hopping off the table, playfully slapping his paw away,

"Well, ok, if that's what wolfy wants. . ."

Slowly, she slid her paws up her thighs and hooked them into the waistband of the shorts. Turning around, she took a step back toward him, slowly lowered her shorts, shaking and gyrating her hips as she did so. Her tail fluffed outward, curling around Spear's head and drawing him in, forcing him to look nowhere else but her panty-clad rear. His keen wolf nose would tell him that she was damp, a slightly darker patch clearly visible in the crotch of her panties. She wiggled her hips a few more times, finally dropping the shorts to the floor and stepping out of them. Her tail recoiled from his head and she spun about, picking up the discarded garment and depositing them in his lap.

'She's wet... she's wet for me!' He was her big bad wolf!

"Here you go!” she said, winking. “Why don't you hang onto those for me?"

With a playful snap of the elastic of her panties, she returned to her seat, picking up the cards and dealing again. "Okay, Spear, your turn to bet."

When the clothing hit his lap, he quickly looked down.. Some of her moistness had soaked into it, and its warmth radiated over him. His ability to focus was ruined at this point, and he inhaled deeply, getting a strong whiff of her lustful desire from the fabric.

"Alright, foxy lady."

He picked up his cards. They were. . . cards. He could barely read them as fogged with desire as his mind was, let alone formulate any sort of coherent game plan. He continued to wiggle his hips, grinding his shaft against the shorts he had pressed into his crotch. The scent of the vixen once more worked its magic on him; Spear simply had to get her to take off another piece!

"I'm discarding two."

The exchange took place, and two furs eyed their revised hands. Spear’s selection looked slightly better than it had previously Was it good enough? He didn't know the order of poker hands.  "Alright, one piece."

"One piece?” quipped Lexi. “That's it? Hmmmm. . . okay, I'll call your bet. Care to raise?" Lexi had a good hand, two pair, but it was always possibly that Spear had lucked out. Three of a kind and above would beat here. For the first time that evening, she took a real gamble.

"No raise." Spear replied. 

He seemed. . . confident. Still, her intuition told him that his adolescent brain was more than likely completely awash with lust. Excess testosterone and good decision making seldom went hand in hand, and the relatively tame nature of their game to this point would almost certainly have the wolf boy anguishing in frustration.

Time to add to it.

"Oh, that’s a shame.” she said, flashing her fangs and depositing her cards on the table for him to see. “Say, you you'd mind terribly if I finger myself a little? It's been a while and. . . ohhh. . . that's it."

It was just a show, all she did was put her paw in her lap, hidden from his view, make a few faces and moan a little. If anything were to happen, she was going to make him earn it.

“F-finger?”

All he could do was sit there and pant at her, looking for all the world a dumb, stupid dog. The boy couldn't even stop humping his own paw under the table like some mutt who found a good leg. It only got worse for him as she twisted and contorted her face for him.

But he still had a game to play. Tearing his vision away from the sight of the vixen, he glanced down at his own hand. His face turned from dumbstruck desire to a devilish grin within seconds..

"I don't know what this is called," he whispered to her, laying his cards out on the table to be seen. "But all the cards are in sequence. That beats you, right?"

Lexi sat bolt upright in her chair, her false ministrations instantly ceasing. He had. . . beaten her? How?! Her plan had been to shed only a single piece, then see how recklessly she could make him bet, how far she could push him. All this had come crumbling down when he had actually produced a half-decent hand.

"Wow, uh, nice call, wolfie. Guess you get another piece."

In a smooth motion Lexi stood up, pulling her tank top up and over her head, twirling it about her finger a few times before tossing it over to the wolf. Clad now in nothing but her panties and bra, she struck a pose for Spear, lifting her breasts a little and letting them fall back to her chest.

“Guess it’s game on now, Spear!” she said, giving him a quick twirl before again taking her seat. "Seems you're on a bit of a roll there. Care to go in for the kill?"

"Of course, I'm a wolf," he answered, placing her top in his lap with her shorts. As much as it still mattered, Spear was practically jerking himself off, using her discarded clothing on his shaft as his hips bucked and twisted under the table.

Lexi dealt another hand, and it was her turn to bet. Studying her cards closely, she discarded and picked up, shuffling them about a bit in her paw before placing them face down on the table.

"Two pieces." she said. "Going to raise?” 

Spear didn’t respond; his eyes will still glued to his cards.

“You know.” she said lazily, “I've only got two pieces left, if you win a few more from me, maybe I might have to make it up. . . some other way?"

In truth, nearly all of Spear’s logical thought processes had long since left him. The wolf's balls ached. His eyes weren't even looking at the cards, they were glued on the almost-visible breasts. He wondered what her nipples looked like, he wondered what it'd be like to suck on them, he wondered what it'd be like to fuck them.

And then her words caught up with him.

Did she. . . did she offer? He knew this was a fun, sexy game, but he didn't seriously think it'd go beyond intense teasing.

"M-miss Lee, are you saying. . ."

A nod.

Spear didn't even look at his cards. "Alright, raise. Three pieces!"

"Three pieces? That all?" said Lexi, settling back in the chair casually. "That might get you a little kiss, maybe. . . would you like that?"

She looked at her own cards again, maintaining her poker face, completely neutral. "I thought wolves were good hunters. Are you going to let this one get away?"

She mashed her breasts together a little. She was enjoying teasing this young wolf immensely, but the more she did it, the greater the ache in her own loins became. She'd almost certainly have to spend the remainder of the evening with a vibrator rammed squarely up her cunt at this rate. Still, she could hold off, at least for now. She had come so far, and was lusting for some cock. She wanted to see what this wolf boy was packing.

Maybe get a little taste. . .

"So, Spear, are you game? Or is three pieces your limit?"

"F-fuck!" He pretended to look at his hand too, but only so he would look sure of himself.

“Shit, what am I doing?”

"Everything." That's all he could think of. If three pieces is a kiss, he didn't want to waste a second asking how many pieces would get him what he wants. "Winner take all, loser does anything."

Spear’s wolfhood was all but hanging from his pants by now. His musk mixed with hers in the air, and there simply was no way she couldn't smell it with her keen, vulpine senses. Primal, young lust; a virgin, yes, but so, so strong. The big, black wolf, he was the cream of the crop, wasn't he?

"Read 'em and weep!" He laid out his cards, ending the bluffing and betting. There was nothing there but a high card, a Queen.

"Oh Spear, poor, silly little Spear. . ." Lexi casually flicked her cards down in front of her. It had been simple, an easy conquest,  and though perhaps a little unfulfilling, he had just said that the loser would do anything. That more than made up for a rather mediocre game of poker!

A full house.

Lexi inhaled deeply. Her nose wasn't as keen as his, but the scent of his arousal was clear to her, musky and thick, overriding her own, hiding the fact that perhaps she wanted this just as much as he did.

Perhaps more.

"Now. . . Spear," she started, her voice now dripping with raw, unrestrained desire, "get your tail over here, let's get you out of those clothes."

His shirt had long since been discarded, leaving the wolf in nothing but his pants as he nearly tripped over his own tail scrambling from his chair and over to the vixen. He quickly discarded his pants, wiggling out of them impatiently, his face a goofy, stupid grin. If it hadn’t been obvious to Lexi up to this point, the fact that his boxers did a very poor job of containing his erection was now blindingly, glaringly obvious.

"Uh. . ." he blushed. "They, um, most don't fit me."

“I can see that.” Right in front of her, the wolf had a modestly thick, but long piece of wolf meat;  about eight inches, judging from sight.

A moment of silence passed, and he simply looked over her. Her breasts were perfect, her legs were perfect, her buttocks and belly were perfect! Everything was perfect! A tiny bead of pre dripped from the wolf’s tip.

"So, what are you going to make me do, Miss Lee?" he asked eagerly.

“I thought I asked you to call me Lexi. . .”

Lexi reached out with her paw, taking the wolf cock in her fingers and slowly stroking up and down. She grinned up at Spear, locking their gaze together as she attended to his hardness, feeling every ridge of his shaft in her grasp, every vein popping out, sensing his heartbeat pulsate under her pads.

"If I had known my son's friends were so. . . well equipped, I would have invited you here a lot earlier."

She fluttered her eyelids, blinking a few times and moved her muzzle closer, still maintaining eye contact. "Is that what wolfie wants? Does he want to get himself some hot, vixen mom? She's been so lonely, she’s so eager and ready. . ."

In a single motion, Lexi took Spear's length in her muzzle, sucking it down to the base, lapping her skilled tongue about the head, wrapping it all the way around before drawing back.

Just a single, quick suck, but enough to bring the wolf to the very edge of release. "How does that sound? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, I. . . I really want you," he whimpered. Even now, it was embarrassing to say it out loud.

As her paw continued to massage his cock, he gently bucked his hips, straining to bring himself further pleasure.

“You want me? You want your best friend’s mom? Oh, you’re such a bad wolf!” She kissed him on the neck. “Say it again for me, Spear. Say how much you want me. . .”

"Yes, damn it!" He really growled now. "I want to fuck, Lexi!"

"Fuck?" said Lexi, chiding the younger wolf. "Didn't your mother teach you not to talk like that around adults?"

She couldn't help but laugh, both at her brief attempt at mothering, and the eagerness with which Spear had accepted her proposition. "But, seeing as you're going to have to act all grown up tonight, maybe I'll tell you what you can do instead."

Lexi leaned forward, licking all the way from Spear's chest, up his neck and to the tip of his ear, before whispering heatedly in it. "I want you to put me on this table, spread my legs and show me just what you can do with that big, thick wolf cock of yours."

Her paws pumped at his shaft a few more times.

"But first, you're going to return that little favour I just did for you. If you do a good job. . ." she gave his cock a final squeeze before letting it go, ". . . you can have all the hot, wet vixen pussy you want."

Spear gnashed his fangs together. The pumps were edging him, and he was getting so very desperate. He'd do anything for it, anything to feel her pussy about his cock.

“Y-yes Lexi. . . please, I want your pussy!”

The wet tongue began at Lexi's cheek, and he dragged it down her neck and across her chest. He took a moment to stop there, and tried to undo her bra. It was obvious he had never even touched one before and, getting frustrated, he simply cut it off with a claw with an impatient growl. His lips wrapped over her breasts, and he spend a few moments suckling on them, squeezing them, mashing them together.

“Hmmmm. . . keep going, wolfy.”

After the brief pause, his descent continued. His tongue trailed over her stomach, and he stared up at her, before finally resting on his knees. For Spear, the smell was simply too strong. Here he had a ready, willing, eager adult. Too horny to control himself, the wolf went feral, and dove at her entrance with his muzzle. His paws spread her legs slightly, letting the wolf's tongue lap and lick deeply. His lips contacted her folds, and he pushed them apart, forcing enough of his muzzle in to give her the pleasure she so desperately sought.

"Ohhh, Spear. . . you're. . . oooff. . . certainly talented!"

For so long, she had ached, burned in her nethers. She wanted attention, craved it, a finger, a tongue. . .

A cock.

And here it was. How desperately she had wanted to feel this sensation again, to have a male lavish her with attention, eat her out, worship her as if she was a goddess. Throaty moans escaped her as the wolf boy worked at her snatch, running his tongue over her folds, teasing pleasure and ecstasy from her. She shuddered each time he flicked over her clit, squirting a few droplets of her fluid directly into his waiting muzzle.

Lexi gasped as Spear added his index finger to the mix, tongue hanging for her maw as she panted, her paws running roughly through his headfur.

She reached down, tearing him away from her cunt and pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss, tasting herself on his lips. She forced her tongue into his mouth, wanting more of this young wolf boy, wanting to taste every inch of him, wanting him to ravish her until morning.

"Wolf!" she demanded. "Cock in pussy, now!"

"No need to tell me twice. Besides. . ." he said with a smirk, pushing her gently to lay her back onto the table. ". . . I lost.”

It hardly seemed like a defeat as Spear grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. With his cock just an inch away from the same hole he had tasted a moment before, he could feel her heat. Was he really about to do this? This had gone above and beyond anything he could have possibly imagined. This was his best friend's mom’ and she was a fox. An absolutely  irresistible, single, needy fox.

A single thrust buried his length completely inside her, all the way to the hilt, her labia spreading about his cockhead in the most erotic display he had ever seen. He held himself there, moaning without restraint, thoughts of waking his friend having completely left his head. It was better than he could have even imagined, better than his hand had ever been. She was so warm! Her delicious folds entirely engulfed his cock, sucking it into her dripping wet depths. The wolf pulled back, and began pounding away, bouncing her back and forth and making the bottle of alcohol on the table rattle. He leaned forward, just enough to reach to one of her tits and fondle it in his paw.

"Ohhh, I should have picked up a young. . . s-stud like you earlier. . . so. . . so much energy!" Lexi threw her head back, groaning in sheer bliss as her love tunnel was properly filled for the first time in years. She was beyond wet, the heat and softness of her pussy caressing and slathering over every inch of his cock.

"Fuck me. . . fuck your fox mama!"

She started to buck her hips, meeting each of Spear's thrusts with one of her own. The bottle rolled sideways, fell to the floor and shattered, glass shards and alcohol spreading over the tiles. Even if Ryan was to wake, Lexi would not have cared, she simply didn't have the restraint any more. So completely and irresistibly full of wolf cock, she rode him like no other, her paws grabbing at his unattented arm and forcing it to her chest.

"Don't be so gentle, you're not going to break me, wolfy. . . I've. . . I've been doing this longer than you've. . . ooohhhh. . . been alive!" Lexi’s breasts jiggled as she was pushed across the tabletop with each thrust. Looking down, Spear would have seen a heated, wanting vixen; face contorted and twisted in pleasure, completely lost in a sea of wanton, obscene, taboo indulgence.

“Ohhhh. . . COME HERE!”

As he was pulled down on top of her, he lapped at her breasts, sucking on them ravenously, as if trying to milk them. Spear's hands held her shoulders for stability, thrusting as fast as he could. Sweat poured from his fur, and their mixed fluids dripped from the edge of the table that she and Ryan had surely eaten off of many times before.

“L-lexi. . . I’m. . .”

“Fuck me!” she growled, biting into his neck as she bounced on his cock. “Fuck me, oh god, FUCK ME!”

His hips became a blur as a familiar tingling sensation came over him. He knew what was coming next; it wasn't far now. Lexi could feel his cock pulsating inside, spreading her needy and neglected cunt more by the second, and the wolf thrashing atop her, fucking her madly and savagely, like a wild beast.

“Lexi!” he gasped, “I’m. . . I’m. . . gunna cum!”

She bit at his ear, drawing a few tiny droplets of blood. “Then a-do it. . . ohhhh. . . cum inside me! Let’s give Ryan a little brother!”

“LEXI!”

And then it happened, there was no going back. Spear thrust into her one finally time as he came, howling her name as he emptied himself. All he could do was slurp on her chest to muffle his fit of blissfully, orgasmic agony as he continued to pump back and forth, his heavy wolf balls filling her with his seed.

“Oh fuck. . .  SPEAR!”

The sensation, that wondrous sensation of having a male cum inside her, she finally felt it. It had been so long, so very long. After countless lonely nights with nothing but her fingers and something that ran on batteries to keep herself going, nothing could compare to this. She slammed her eyes shut, screaming in pure bliss as her pussy pulsated and spasmed with her own orgasm, her walls clamping down on Spear's shaft, milking every last drop from him, bringing the wolf to heights his paws alone could never achieve. She continued to scream, raising her rump from the table to allow her lupine lover deeper access, allowing him to fuck her senseless through this avalanche of pleasure.

"All of it, wolfy, give me all of it!" She smashed her hips against his crotch, even though he was spent, continuing to thrust madly, piercing her snatch on his shaft, fucking him without end.

She rode herself through a second orgasm, completely unable to speak as Spear finally tired out. The wolf boy slowly collapsed atop her, his cock still jammed firmly up her pussy, twitching occasionally. For a long while, the two furs simply laid there, relaxing and holding each other. Spear kept his head resting against her breasts, listening to her gentle breathing, feeling her body under his, and wondering how on earth he had scored himself such a horny vixen.

Finally, he turned his face upward, to hers. "Hey, Miss Lee?"

She was still buzzing. “Hmmm?”

He leaned in and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue passionately lapping at her muzzle. There wasn't a forcefulness to it this time, their lust and passion having subsided. It was tender, caring, full of compassion, and sent tingles up Lexi’s spine.

“Thanks for the pizza.”

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Spear was the first to rise. He woke with the most blissful, warm and content sensation saddling his midriff, running all the way from his loins, up through his ribcage and spreading throughout his chest. The wolf hugged himself tight, content to simply lay there and enjoy his euphoria while the world came into focus around him.

He had slept well, the most restful night he had experienced in a while; his dreams full of the tantalising, gorgeous vixen he had mated on the kitchen table. Vividly, he recalled what the had done; how he had watched her strip, watched her flaunt her fur and curves in front of him as her clothing fell away, how she had teased him mercilessly, then taken his length in her muzzle for a single, agonising suck. Over and over, he replayed the image of her spreading her legs for him, spreading her pussy, demanding his cock.

How he had put his best friend’s mother on that dining room table and fucked her senseless.

Naturally, Spear had spent a good hour following his tussle with Lexi furiously and shamelessly pawing at himself. It hadn’t been the same; nothing could compare to the sensation, the raw, hot feeling of dripping wet vixen cunt lips spreading about rock hard wolfcock. Still, he had cum several times, adding his own musk to Lexi’s juices that still so thickly stained the fur about muzzle, still tickling at his nose and causing his member to twitch with need.

It was perhaps appropriate, then, that the first thing Spear came to realise upon waking was just how much he reeked.

“. . . Crap.”

Upon removing himself to the bathroom and rinsing his face with a few splashes from the sink, Spear realized that he didn’t have a change of clothes. Much less than that, he didn’t even have a toothbrush. Figuring that a clean wolf with bad breath was better than a dirty wolf with bad breath, he stepped into the shower and ran the water, keeping the temperature lukewarm. He needed to both wake up and calm his still-raging hormones.

It didn’t help much.

Still, he was at least clean. Spear searched around for some deodorant, musing over whether Lexi would be turned off by him smelling too much like her son. Believing that the deodorant would likely be somewhat overpowering in his thick fur, he dried himself off and stepped from the bathroom, still wearing his school clothes from the previous day. He briefly entertained the notion of heading down the hallway and into Lexi’s room, but decided to leave her be. As close as the two had come last night, waking someone up in their own home was incredibly rude. The kitchen, in that case.

Digging through the fridge, the wolf pulled out a can of iced tea, popped the top and sat at the table. He sipped at the chilled liquid, staring out into space as a million and one thoughts rushed through his mind. Most were what would be expected of any teenage boy after a night of passionate, wild sex; thoughts of fancy and lust.  He ran the events and sensations over and over through his head, and fantasised as to what they could do next. Fuck in her bed? In the car? Maybe he’s ask her for a little striptease. . . 

But above all else,  one thought kept coming back to him, something he couldn’t shake. 

He had cum inside her.

Spear was hardly an A-grade student when it came to biology, but he knew enough. The thoughts of what might result from his actions were something he wasn’t quite willing to face up to yet. If he was honest with himself, he didn’t really want to know, at least not yet.

His stupor was interrupted by the sound of a pair of feet clambering down the stairs followed by the sight of a fluffy red fox emerging from the hallway.

Spear’s tail started to wag happily. “Oh, hey there,  Ryebread!”

A still bleary-eyed Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, fetching himself some milk from the fridge.

"Morning, Spear," he yawned, taking a few gulps directly from the carton. "Where's Mom?"

"I have no idea, I just woke up a little bit ago." He placed the can down, smiling broadly at his friend. It was perhaps a little uncharacteristic of him to be this perky so early in the morning, even if they had both managed to sleep in a little.

Ryan didn’t seem to notice. After finishing with the milk, he dug his way through the fridge. Pulling out the few remaining slices of pizza, he deposited them on a plate and placed them in the microwave. As it hummed away, the fox took a seat at the table, waiting for his breakfast to heat up. Ryan couldn’t help but notice that his face twitched a few times, and then cast his eyes about the room, as if searching for something.

Then, he sniffed at the air a few times. "What's that smell?"

Spear took a few whiffs of his own.

“. . . Oh, shit.”

His eyes sank to the surface of the table. There was still a distinctive glaze to it, a stickiness, and a pungent odour. He had done his best to clean up after his late night escapades, but had clearly failed to actually remove the scent of sex from the kitchen. Made aware of it, it now assaulted his own senses; heavy, rich and unquestionably obvious.

“Shit. . . shit shit shit!”

After laughing for a second, he finally replied. "It's probably me. I. . . uh, hadn't planned on staying for the weekend, or even the night. I'm wearing the same dirty clothes, but I showered. I swear!"

Ryan sniffed a few more times before the expression on his face changed from confusion to realization. He had known his friend to make more than a few dirty jokes, and drew an appropriate conclusion. 

"Hey, Spear?” The fox’s voice was but a shy whisper. “Were you jerking off on the couch?"

"Um…” Once a moment passed, Spear sighed, and nodded. “Yeah, I did. Sorry." He looked around, keeping an eye out for Lexi. When he was sure she was still asleep in her room, he leaned over towards his friend, splitting a sly grin. "Do you have any lube? Jerking just with a paw dry is fine, but, you know. . . if I'm going to be over for the whole weekend, you need to help a friend out."

Now Ryan twisted his face to one of mock-disgust. "Damn, Spear! First you get a boner over my Mom, and now you want lube to jack off with? Maybe this is why you don't have a girlfriend!"

"Have you even seen your mom?!" A laugh came from the wolf. “Who would need a girlfriend when they have that to come over and look at?”

Ryan dropped his head, staring into his lap for a moment. Sure, maybe Spear didn't have a girlfriend, but that wasn't to say that some of the girls at school weren't interested; he was without doubt an attractive wolf. On the other hand, Ryan was yet to fully develop, and was still considered 'cute' rather than 'hot' by most of his female classmates. Cute got you a hug and maybe a kiss or two, but not much else.

"Actually, Spear," he said, lowering his voice a little. "Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Spear quickly looked out the window, avoiding eye contact with Ryan as he asked the question. There were some cute girls at school, and some who had even approached him, but he had never felt a particular urge to reciprocate. In light of his recent experience with Lexi, he very much doubted a highschool girl could compare to a full-bodied, sultry vixen.

With a shrug, he began. “Really, I'm. . . not too sure. I guess it's hard to take someone seriously if they’re crushing over you, or if you’re crushing over someone else, and all only because you think they're cute. I'd rather date someone I think is smart and have stuff in common with, so I'm not going to ask a chick in the hallway out just because she has nice boobs or something." 

He scoffed, and took another sip of his tea. "That's what stupid jocks do."

"Spear, you are a little bit of a jock, at least compared to me," replied Ryan, raising his voice a little. “Look at you! Even Mindy is all over you! I. . . “

He cut himself short and quickly closed his mouth before returning to his pizza.

Spear gave him a quizzical look, tilting his head to the side as he replied. “Mindy? Who’s that?”

“She’s. . .” Ryan pushed a piece about his plate. “You know! That cute mouse girl in my class. I was talking with her for about a week, and I thought I might ask her out. . .”

“...Did she say no?”

Ryan nodded solemnly. “She said she didn’t date predators, but,well, I overheard her talking with some of her friends about how she was only hanging out with me to get closer to you!”

"She used you to get to me?" Spear pressed his teeth together, grinding his fangs over themselves. "That's pretty stupid of her, since it wouldn't work. I'm really not looking for anyone, like I said before."

He gave the fox a playful punch to the shoulder. “Besides, I’ve already got someone.”

Ryan looked up from his pizza. “What! Who?”

“Your mom!” Spear jabbed a few more times at his friend as he burst into laughter.

Ryan rolled his eyes. “Jeez, Spear, I really don’t need to hear about your jerking yourself off to my mom.”

“But she’s soooo hot!”

“Yes, she is.” Lexi sauntered into the room, clad head-to-toe in a dressing gown, keeping herherself well hidden for the time being. The vixen yawned loudly, flashing her fangs as she opened her maw and stretched upward, rising to the very tops of her toes as she worked all the kinks and knots from her body.

“Le-. . . uh, Miss Lee!” Spear sat bolt upright in his chair, his fur standing on end.

“Dirty little boys should keep their jokes to themselves!” she growled, playfully waving her finger at Spear.

"I. . . um. . . sorry, I was just messing with Ryan," Spear retorted, keeping his gaze averted, not wanting to make eye contact with Lexi just yet. He suddenly felt very awkward, especially with both her son and his friend present. Though they had most certainly had sex on the very table before them, it was almost like a dream. As if it hadn’t actually happened, and the whole thing had been some mastubatory fantasy he can concocted while pleasuring himself on the couch.

He didn’t realise it, but he had kept his head lowered for some time.

"Coffee, Spear?” asked Lexi, jolting him from his stupor. “Ryan doesn't like the stuff."

Ryan stuck out his tongue to show his disapproval as Spear took the offered mug.

"Anyway, seeing as none of us are doing anything, I'd like to treat you boys to a fun day out. Movies, a theme park if you want, or we can go play some paintball. Your choice!."

Spear’s ears pricked up. Movies? Paintball?! His own parents never took him anywhere!

"But first..." Lexi turned to Ryan. "This smelly little fox needs a shower. Off you go! I'll get Spear some of your, erm, father's old clothes he can wear. They should just about fit him, I think."

Ryan quickly finished the last few bites of leftover pizza before depositing the plate in the sink, and made for the bathroom. When Lexi was sure the sounds of the shower had drowned out his ability to hear outside the room, she locked her eyes with Spear and grinned.

"Well. . . good morning."

Spear took a sip from his coffee, briefly flashing his eyes at her. “Um. . . h-hi.”

“Awww, what happened to my big, strong wolfy?” she asked, errantly stirring some sugar into his coffee. A lot of sugar, in fact. More than he’d normally want. “He was so eager to take me, and now he’s hiding behind his cup. Won’t even stop me from making it too sweet. . .”

Spear lowered the cup to his waist. “Well. . .”

"You know, Spear," Lexi began, sliding her way around to his side of the table. "I was fingering myself this morning, thinking about last night. Thinking about your cock." She tickled her paw along the top of his leg before sliding her way into his lap, the gown riding up and pressing panty-covered rump into his crotch.

The corner of her mouth curled ever so slightly upward, and her voice softened. “For real this time.”

Spear finally looked to her, his eyes going wide as he recalled the faces she had made for him during their little game. “Wait, Lexi, you’re saying that. . . last night, when I thought you were. . . um . .  when you said you were. . . you know?”

Lexi giggled and hugged his face to her chest. “Oh, you’re so adorable! It was cute to see you all worked up like that!”

"Uh. . . um. . ." He coughed, making a show of clearing his throat. "Well, I dreamed of you all night, too. I was jerking off to you. . . before you found me and played cards."

She planted a kiss on his cheek. “Dirty wolfy.”

By now, Spear felt more than a little tingle in his crotch. With Lexi’s gorgeous, firm ass pressing into him, the wolf couldn’t help but allow his paws to wander. He slid them up and under her gown, moving them around to the small of her back and scratching just above her tail with one, while the other rubbed gently along her thigh. The vixen closed her eyes and hummed softly at the attention, her lips parting ever so slightly when his fingers drifted just a little too far up and briefly came into contact with the warmth between her thighs.

“Still feisty, are we?” she whispered, turning to face him with half-lidded eyes as she licked her lips.

“How can I not be? You’re working me up on purpose, I can tell that much!” His paw suddenly slid underneath her and gave her rump and firm squeeze.

“Spear. . .”

“Yes, Lexi?”

Any further conversation was momentarily silenced by Lexi’s muzzle locking with his own. Her lips tickled over his for a split second before she hungrily engulfed his maw, slipping her tongue out and probing past his fangs to curl about inside. Eagerly he returned the kiss, his saliva mixing with hers as their tongues wrapped over each other’s, tasting one another. His paw was sliding further and further under her, inching toward her honeypot, when she pulled back from the kiss.

“Promise me something.” she said.

Spear blinked a few times, his heart still pounding after the kiss. “Sure, Lexi, anything,”

She sighed. “I know Ryan’s having a tough time. He used to be so cheerful and happy before his father left.”

“Oh. . . he did mention that, I’ve just never really asked him about it.”

“I was head over heels for that todd, madly in love. Too bad he turned out to be a complete scumbag.” She planted another quick kiss on his lips. “Promise me you’ll make sure he doesn’t turn out like that.”

Spear flashed her a grin. "I wouldn't be friends with a jerk, so you can count on me!"

“Thanks, that makes me happy.’ She rested her head on his shoulder. "Ryan's going to be a real heartbreaker in a few years, the girls will be all over him, I mean, just look at his Mom! He’s going to need you though; he needs you to be the big brother he never had.”

Spear could only nod.

"Sorry to offload all this onto you, Spear, but. . . " Her grin returned. "If you want to bang a mom, you're going to have to deal with the emotional baggage that comes along with it."

Like a switch, Lexi's demeanor went from from concerned mother to horny vixen almost instantly. She traced her finger down his chest, her expression now one of pleading and innocence. “You still want to, don’t you? You still want this sexy fox mama, even though she’s a bad girl who’d fuck her son’s best friend?”

Spear gulped. He had been willing to pass the previous night off as a one-time-only affair, but it seemed that Lexi had other ideas. “Oh, h-hell yes I want you!”

“Mmmmm.” she moaned, gyrating her rear in his lap. “Does little wolfy want to be my boy-toy? If he’s good, he’ll get all the hot, wet vixen pussy he wants. . .”

Hearing those words come from her mouth, so heated, so breathy and dripping with obscene lust; it was almost too much for the wolf to take. The whirlwind of the past twelve hours had sent his mind spinning. He had this absolutely gorgeous fox all but demanding that he make his cock available for her whenever she needed it; a duty he would gladly fulfil. He thought for the briefest moment about his friend. This was his mother, and though Spear knew he would never be the most important male in her life. . .

‘. . . all the vixen pussy he wants. . .’

He opened his mouth to respond, only to be silenced by Lexi pushing a finger to his lips. 

“Ask nicely.”

Spear bit his lip as the finger was retracted. It was embarrassing to say; such a shameful, dirty request! The offer, though, was simply too good to pass up.

“Can, um. . .” he stammered, finally looking her in the eyes. “. . . Can I be your boy-toy?”

“I’d like that!” Lexi squealed in delight. She hadn’t honestly expected him to turn her down, but simply hearing the words had given her a rush.

A very, very sensual rush.

The vixen started to pant. Her sex drive, so long dormant, had been kicked into overdrive. It took a good deal of restraint on her part to not simply throw her gown off, force Spear onto the floor and fuck him senseless. The fingers that had played over her crotch just moments ago now found their mark, stroking lightly through the fabric at her damp folds, just teasing, never pushing hard enough to any real pleasure. Lexi purred softly at the attentions of the younger male, relishing in the opportunity to simply be attended to. To have her own pleasure placed on a pedestal above even his own.

“And. . . what might my boy toy want to do to me? What’s he going to do to his vixen?” The question was breathily exhaled from her mouth, her hips waving about in his lap, sliding moist fox pussy over strong lupine fingers.

“Well. . . I. . .” The wolf’s response was cut short. Yelping loudly as Lexi’s paw snaked down his back to grasp firmly at his rump, the vixen pricking her claws lightly at the tight muscle underneath.

“Yes?” she asked sweetly.

"What might I do to you?" he mused, regaining some composure as her paw returned to his back. "I'd do anything you ask,  but I'd really like to. . ." 

"I really want to eat you out and for you to cum in my mouth!” He blushed, and then whispered one more word after he had a moment to calm down. “...Sorry.”

“Why is my little wolfy sorry?” Lexi cooed, brushing his thick mane. “Any girl would be thrilled to have someone so eager to go down on them!”

Spear turned his head, momentarily breaking eye contact with the vixen in his lap. “Oh, well I’ve only um . . . tasted a girl once before, and, well. . .” He trailed off.

“Awww!” Lexi hugged him tight. Though oozing with confidence around his friends, alone as they were, his shyness was overwhelmingly cute.

“Well, wolfy,” she continued, flicking his nose. “You had a quick taste last night. Want some more?”

Spear’s ears pricked up at the offer; his response coming quickly and assertively.

“Yes!”

Pressing his paw more firmly against her panty-clad crotch, his palm mashed against her cunt, rubbing back and forth and giving the vixen something to grind against. Lexy eagerly took advantage of Spear’s boldness and thrust her hips forward, desperately gyrating her crotch to meet his motions as her words quickly turned to moans and gasps. After several moments of her needy vocalizations, his finger pulled the fabric aside, finally exposing her sex to him. A digit pressed into her, slipping past her drenched folds and invading her love tunnel. Without pause, Spear pumped it back and forth, stimulating her as best he could, his free paw pressing into her back to hold her body close to his. A second finger joined the first as both the speed and wetness of his ministrations increased.

“Oohhhh. . .ohhh. . . wolfy! Do you like it? Do you like having your fingers inside me?" she moaned throatily, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure. "Keep that up. Make your foxy vixen cum!"

“C-can I use my mouth?” The wolf started to whimper. “Please?”

After a brief moment of humming, Lexi answered. "Ryan usually takes about ten minutes in the shower, sometimes a little longer," she said with a wink, squirming about as Spear’s finger’s continued to work at her nethers, "That gives you about three minutes to make me feel good with that tongue of yours."

The invitation was all he needed. Whatever reservations he may have had, about this friend being awake and so close by, or about the simple fact that he was sexually involved with mother, had all evaporated away. His vixen was asking that he pleasure her. No, she was demanding it. Demanding his tongue go inside her cunt.

Growling, he thrust his head forward, clamping his jaws down on her neck and biting. It wasn’t strong enough to piercing her flesh, but it nevertheless sent shivers down her body, causing the vixen to whimper slightly.

“Spear!”

The wolf didn’t reply. Pushing Lexi from his lap and to her feet, he jumped from the chair and fell to his knees in front of her. 

“Three minutes?” he said, licking his lips. “That should be enough time to make you cum.”

Leaning back against the table, the vixen spread her legs in response. “Oh? then why don't you show me just how great wolves are?"

Ever keen to rise to a challenge, Spear wasted no time in grasping at her thighs with his paws and parting her legs further, pulling one up and over his shoulder to run down his back. The aroma of her arousal hit him in the face like a truck, over-stimulating his senses of causing a good deal of saliva to pool in his mouth, drooling out and down the side of his muzzle. Her petals were bare before him, parting slightly to reveal their glistening, moist inner folds. He couldn’t resist any longer, not that he had intended to. He needed to taste her, and he needed it now.

"Oh fuck. . . Spear. . . Ooh, GOD DAMN!"

Her voice rang out as Spear’s long, lupine tongue lashed out and found her pussy, dragging across her folds with a wet, hungry lick. Immediately, he growled, the intoxicating taste of her essence flooding his muzzle and driving him to push his maw tighter against her, probe his tongue deeper and deeper into her snatch. Last night had just been a quick little taste, but this was the raw deal. Every inch of her snatch was his to eat, to suck and lick as much as he wanted. His growls became savage and feral as he redoubled his efforts, pushing his tongue inside her. Writhing it about inside, he lavished the walls of her tunnel, pushing the quivering flesh aside as the flexible, pink muscle found her most sensitive spot. After a few slurps back and forth, he had her gasping and panting madly, all but begging for more.

Lexi's paws shot to the table, gripping hard as her knees buckled under her. The sensation rocketing through her loins, coursing through every nerve in her body, was simply too much to bear. She opened her mouth and screamed; howled his name while yelling and howling in wanton, profane bliss.

"FUCK! EAT ME. . . EAT ME SPEAR!!!"

When her release came, she let out a long, guttural howl, lifting her legs up off the floor and clamping them hard around Spear's head. Crossing them behind his back and pulling his warm, lapping tongue deeper into her snatch, she came. And came hard. Lexi's cunt shuddered and spasmed as she gushed, her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue hanging from her mouth and drooling as she lost all semblance of control, wanting only to feel Spear's tongue eat and lick her, needing nothing else. Caring about nothing else.

“OOOOOOHHHHHH. . . GOD!” The final word reverberated in her throat 

Her fluids flooded his muzzle, coating his face and  dribbling down his chin to stain his chestfur with her essence. She humped and bucked wildly, each thrust bring a fresh squirt. The wet sound of their obscene act, as well as the scent and smell of her shameless release, filled the kitchen. The wolf eagerly drank up her cum, relishing the sensation of her steaming hot juices on his face, on his tongue, in his mouth. Almost maddened by the lust overwhelming his every thought, he powered his tongue through her orgasm, continuing to lap at her folds as she screamed. As her orgasm crested, she tightened her thighs, her whole body shuddering and contorting and she spurted one last spray, before relaxing, collapsing down from the table and into Spear's arms.

"I. . . I think we've. . . got. . . a-about. . . one minute," she panted. Though they had precious few seconds, if any at all, before Ryan would emerge from the bathroom, Lexi was content to rest in Spear’s arms, and the wolf content to simply cradle her, practically feeling her warm, post-orgasmic glow as she smiled into his chest. 

“Mmmmm, Lexi that was- shit, one minute!” He had wanted to savour the moment, but unless he cared to have an exceptionally awkward conversation with his best friend, such romantic gestures would have to wait. Beyond this, however, there was a far more pressing concern.

Spear was soaked, the floor was soaked, and the room reeked of sex.

The wolf scrambled to his feet, depositing Lexi onto her rump as he scrambled for the kitchen counter. Throwing the door open to the cupboard underneath the sink, Spear frantically pawed about inside, searching for anything that might be used to cover the scent and conceal their act.

“Uh, Spear?” chimed in Lexi, pulling herself to her feet. “All our cleaning stuff is. . . in the bathroom.”

He froze. There was absolutely no way that Ryan could mistake what had been going on, inexperienced as he may be. The juices coating the floor, his own raging hardon barely concealed beneath his clothing, it was almost as clear evidence as one would need!

“Um. . . .uh. . .”

Out of options and time, he did the only thing that came to mind. Throwing himself to the floor, he rolled over in the pooled feminine cum, soaking the still-warm liquid into his fur and smearing the rest across the tiled floor. There was little he could do about the smell, but at least it would look as if someone had simply spilled something, then wiped it up. It wasn’t too far from the truth, really.

However, the fact that he now reeked of Lexi’s cunt did very little to settle his erection.

"Um, everything okay out here, I thought I heard shouting?"

Spear sprinted back to the table, flinging himself back into his chair seconds before Ryan patted his way into the kitchen, his fur nicely washed and steaming. He preferred to let it dry naturally, often lamenting that use of the fur dryer made him look like a puffball. Rubbing his head with the towel, and with a second wrapped about his waist, he walked over to the table, eyes darting about as if in search of something. His nose twitched a few times as he sniffed at an unknown scent.

In a slight panic, Spear patted the seat next to him. "C-come 'n sit, Ryan!" At this point, he knew distraction was his best bet.

He cleared his throat, forcing himself to sound as normal as he could manage. "We were just laughing about stuff. Did you have any ideas about what we could watch; did you get a second to check those movie lists?"

Without hesitation, the kit deposited himself into the offered chair, still rubbing at his headfur with the towel. He sniffed the air a few more times.

The smell had changed.

"Fast and Furious 9!" he shouted, eyes lighting up at the prospect of the movie.

He turned to face his mother, her cheeks still a little flushed. "Is that okay with you?"

Lexi smiled at her son. "Fine by me. That’s if Spear is okay with it, too. Can't let him miss out on the fun, can we?"

She gave him a subtle wink as she spoke the last few words. "So, is that what you boys want? Movie in the morning, then maybe paintballing after lunch?"

Lexi leaned in to the two boys, grabbing them both with her arms. But she leaned her weight into Spear, smothering her breasts into him. Only with a great effort, along with his friend next to him, did Spear’s typical, casual demeanour return. His trademark grin was once again spread across his muzzle, and he wrapped an arm around the smaller fox, pulling him close. "Well, if that's what you want to see, cool with me. To be honest, I don't get the chance to go to the movies much, so I'm always happy to see anything."

Of course, Lexi’s tiny little tease had given him a tiny little rush.

"W-well," he coughed, trying to shake the awkwardness off in order to fool Ryan. "What's this about paintball?" Despite the situation, he seemed genuinely curious. "I've only ever with my sister a couple times at paintballing. It's fun, but damn, it can hurt!"

Ryan's nose pricked up as Spear pulled him closer.

"Yeah, paintballing is heaps of fun, I really. . . damn, Spear, your breath! You need to brush your teeth or something!"

“Oh, heh. . . guess I do!”

Ryan put the mysterious odour down to some strange wolf-smell. It wasn’t something he was familiar with, and he wasn’t about to start questioning his friend about every little scent he gave off. Though it might be a little, strange, he had to admit. . . he liked the aroma.

"But yeah,” continued the fox. “It can hurt a bit, that's why the trick is not to get hit!"

“Easy for you to say, you’re a small target!”

With a cheeky grin, Ryan pushed back from the table and rose to his feet. “I’ll get changed then. Mom, do we have anything Spear can wear paintballing?”

"You can rummage through that if you want,” she replied, motioning towards a cupboard in the hallway. “You should find some of my ex-husband’s stuff in there to wear, should fit you. Don't really care if you get it dirty or ripped, so no need to worry about it. . ."

Watching her son make his way from the kitchen and up the stairs to his room, Lexi was strangely quiet for a few moments, content to simply sip from her yet-unfinished coffee.

“Um. . . Miss Lee?”

"I’m going to have a shower myself,” she said, suddenly perking up. “You're going to need one too, unless you want every canine within a few hundred feet of you knowing exactly what you've been up to."

With another wink and swish of her tail, she too disappeared from the kitchen. The bathroom door clicked closed a few seconds later, leaving Spear alone in the kitchen.

“. . .Wow.”

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The fox and the wolf clambered into the back of the van, Spear’s tail wagging back and forth and smacking against the door as he took his seat. Ryan followed soon after, securing himself next to his friend before yapping at his mother.

"Hurry, Mom, I wanna watch the trailers!" Ryan protested. He was typically excitable when going out, as it was not something he got to do often. Spare time for he and his mother was at a premium, and the chance to spend a day out of the house was something he was going to make the most of. 

Lexi smiled at her son through the rear-view mirror. "All aboard?"

They two boys nodded eagerly.

“Alright then!”

Lexi keyed the ignition and started the engine, pulling the family car out of the driveway and onto the quiet street. It was a fairly standard minivan and though old, it had been well maintained. Certainly, it was far too large for the two of them, and Lexi had considered selling it on more than one occasion. She and her ex-husband had originally purchased it with the intention of raising a family. That had never happened; they had got to one child and then. . . stopped.

Today, however, wasn’t the occasion to be thinking such thoughts. Even though Lexi was on her way to see some cheesy action movie, something she certainly would not take the time or spend the money to see on her own, she couldn’t help but smile. The morning and previous night’s adventures aside, simply getting out of the house with her son and someone else, anyone else, was more than she had been able to enjoy in a while.

It was something she’d have to hang on to as best she could.

“Spear,” she started, “I know this might be a little sudden, but how would you and Ryan like to make this a regular thing? Say once every two weeks? Just a movie and maybe lunch, at least when money isn’t tight.”

She had to suppress her smile turning into a giggle at the sight of Spear’s rapidly widening eyes. The offer had been rather direct, and had come so soon after she and the wolf had shared not one, but two intimate moments. Of course, there was more to it than simply allowing her son and his friend to enjoy a fun day out every once in awhile, though that did play into it. Ryan probably wouldn’t catch on, but Lexi was confident enough in Spear’s ability to read between the lines to know that this was a convenient excuse to be able to spend time with him on a regular basis.

“Oh, I. . . I mean, yeah, that sounds great!” he replied.

“Really?!” Interjected Ryan, “You mean it?”

“Sure do!” he nodded, holding his fists to his waist in a seemingly confident manner.

“Thanks Mom! Spear, we should decide what movie we want to see next time right now! Let’s watch a few trailers!” He shook his friend excitedly by the shoulder.

"Heh, sure thing, Ryebread. Do you have a phone or tablet we can watch a few on? I think I saw Le. . . uh. . . Miss Lee using an iPad." Spear gulped, still a little self-conscious about using the vixen’s first name in front of his friend, even if she had asked him to.

“Yeah, Mom keeps it in here,” replied Ryan, reaching over to the center console and retrieving the device. A few swipes and he brought up a media player, resting it and his arm on Spear’s leg as he loaded up a video.

“This one is really cool!”

#   #   #   #   #

The drive to the cinema hadn’t taken that long. Pulling into the parking lot of the multiplex, Lexi quickly found a parking space close to the main entrance of the cinema, and swung the minivan in. Even before the vehicle had squealed to a halt, its door was flung open, and two exceptionally eager young furs bounced out, practically scampering over each other in their rush to reach the ticketing booth.

“There’s no use running!” Lexi called after them, killing the engine and gathering her bag, “I’ve got all the money!”

“Yeah, you’re loaded!” Spear cried out, taking the opportunity to be brazen, his eyes locking in on her chest for just long enough for the female to notice.

As enthusiastic as they may have been, Ryan and Spear could do little except hop up and down on the spot as the vixen slowly sauntered her way toward them, grinning broadly.

“Mom!” Ryan puffed his tail up.

She rolled her eyes at him, but caved in the end. The little guy was just too cute to let down, she thought with a smile. “Oh, alright, sweetie. Here, go and get Spear and yourself some snacks. I’ll get the tickets.”

Lexi handed her son  a twenty dollar note and watched the him spin about and run off towards the snack bar. Before Spear could follow him, she delivered a crisp smack to his buttocks with her paw, catching his surprised expression with a wink.

"Heh. . . our little secret, okay?"

It was highly probable that someone had seen the lewd display, a fact not lost on the wolf. With a whimper, he covered his rear and trotted off after his friend, leaving a giggled vixen in his wake. What was she thinking?  He could feel himself warm up, and his sheath stirred in his pants. Was Lexi really want to take such risks?

Would she try something in the cinema?

A small part of Spear almost dreaded sitting next to her; the thought of what was currently a little fling between the two of them being discovered, either by Ryan or a member of the public, was more than a little nerve wracking. He would be lying, however, if he said the prospect didn’t excite him just a little bit.

Pushing those thoughts from his mind, he caught up with the young fox.

“Whatcha gunna get, Rye?” he asked, eagerly eyeing the selection of items. “I think I want some buttery-as-fuck popcorn.”

"Buttery-as-fuck popcorn to go with your buttery-as-fuck ass?" Ryan joked. "How can you eat that stuff? I'm just going to get a bag of chips and some water, you get what you want."

“You know the water’s a scam, right?”

The fox shrugged, and grabbed some water and chips, along with Spear’s popcorn and a diet soda. As the wolf had warned, the water was the biggest ripoff, though between them they managed to get everything they wanted. Despite his age, Ryan made a point of eating relatively healthily. One of the few things his father had impressed upon him was the need to take care of one's body, a habit which had stuck with both he and his mother, and which probably explained why they were both so trim. As such, he rarely drank soda, and typically stuck to water, or occasionally juice.

"Alright boys,” said Lexi, appearing suddenly behind the two males, “I have the tickets. Looks like the cinema will be pretty empty, turns out no-one else wants to watch this garbage."

“Hey, it’s entertainment!” quipped Ryan, barely able to contain his excitement. “You ready, Spear? This is going to be so cool!”

"Yeah, it'll be awesome," the wolf chimed in. "Well. . . I hope.”

He clearly had other things on his mind.

Just as Lexi had said, the theatre was near empty, with only a few scattered furs sitting about. Several couples were cuddled up together in the outermost seats, with a few solitary moviegoers closer to the middle.

“Aw, sweet!” Ryan ran down the aisle. “We can sit anywhere we want. Here!”

“Hold up there,” chided Lexi, coming to a stop a few rows behind the young fox. “Not everyone wants to burn their eyes out sitting so close to the screen.”

Spear’s frown went unnoticed as Lexi shuffled her way along the row of seats with Ryan in tow. Of course, it was to be expected that the young fox would follow his mother, and that the vixen would want her son close by; this was very likely the first time they had been out with a guest in a number of years. Still, he couldn’t help but feel ever so slightly miffed. His friend would now be sitting between him and Lexi, a position he had hoped to be in himself!

With a slight huff, he dropped into the seat next to the fox, settling back and placing his drink in the cup holder.

"Sure you don't want any, Ryebread?" he asked, holding the tub closer to him while sipping on his drink.

"No thanks, I'll stick with what I’ve got!” Ryan threw a few of the chips into his mouth, crunching away as the trailers rolled. He was fairly engaged; laughing a few times at the comedic ones and excitedly commenting at the more action-packed offerings.

"I'll have a some of your popcorn, Spear.” Lexi reached behind Ryan and held her paw out expectantly.

Spear was more than willing to oblige, and hurriedly scooped up a small pawful of the buttery snack, shuffling a little awkwardly in his seat as he stretched his arm out behind his friend. Rather than take the popcorn from him, Lexi’s paw shot to the wolf’s wrist, and pulling him across with a forceful tug. Just as he felt his side collide with Ryan’s head, a sudden warmth engulfed his fingers as the vixen chomped her jaws down on the outstretched paw. Rather sensually and slowly, she pulled the popcorn from him, though took a few moments longer to run her tongue across his pads, licking in between his fingers, wetting his fur with her spit. 

With a barely audible pop, she pulled his fingers from her mouth. "Hmmm, delicious. I'd have got some myself if the stuff didn’t go straight to my thighs!”
 
Spear was aghast. By now, with that little display, along with the teasing he had endured since the morning, he was getting more than a little pent up. His legs shuffled back and forth in his seat as he tried desperately to hide his rapidly growing erection. 

And he wasn’t the only one.

Lexi squirmed, mashing her thighs together. The very thought of what she had just done, not only in public, but in such close proximity to Ryan; it all turned her on immensely. Teasing the wolfboy was something she simply couldn’t get out of her mind; a dirty little fantasy she just had to pursue!

An idea formed in her head.

"Oh, shoot, dropped my phone~.” Bending over, she made a bit of a show feeling around on the floor in front of her.

"Hmmm, how did it get back there?" Turning about in her seat, she leaned over into the row behind, arching her back up and over the seatback, pressing her buttocks tightly against her jeans. She hadn't worn a belt, and the stretching motion pushed them down ever so slightly, revealing the top of the underwear she had chosen for the day.

A rather skimpy and sexy thong.

“Gotcha!” She swished her tail a few times, covering both Spear and her son. Ryan simply swatted it away, still watching the movie. But for the wolf, her scent was an unmistakable signal.

His sexual frustration was now nearing intolerable levels. What was this torture for? He watched her bend over, and upon in seeing her choice of underwear, bit sharply into his bottom lip. The scent was intoxicating. A vixen in heat; a vixen offering herself to him, right here, in front of everyone.

He needed only to reach out and take it. He was a wolf, damn it! Strong and assertive!

The whimper that escaped his mouth, however, was anything but. “Uh, would you like some more popcorn, Miss Lee?”

She looked a little surprised at his offer, before forming a broad smirk across her muzzle.

"Hmm, that popcorn isn't too bad, but it's a bit stale, I think I prefer something fresh," she winked at him, "You know, from the source?"

Ryan heard the quip, and though not fully understanding the remark, looked up at his mother. "You want me to go and get you some, Mom?"

*Oh!" Lexi was a little surprised at the offer.. "That would be lovely! Just a small one, please. Here keep the change for yourself."

Ryan happily hopped down for the seat, taking the ten dollar note offered by his mother. The trailers were almost over, but there would still be a few minutes before the movie would begin. Tail swishing behind him, he pushed his way past Spear and quickly hurried up the aisle.

“Don’t trip, fuzz-ball!”

Spear watched as his friend made his way towards the exit. The very instant he was sure the fox was out of sight,he scrambled across into the vacant seat, leaning over the armrest and locking his mouth with Lexi’s. The kiss was deep and passionate, oblivious to whoever may be watching. As their tongues danced and wrestled, the wolf’s paws set to work, one squeezing her thigh and the other groping at her chest. 

“Mmmm, Lexi.” After a brief pause for air, his tongue again mashed into her muzzle, pushing past her lips and licking over her own. It had been less than twenty four hours, but he relished her flavour as if he had been left wanting for years.

He knew they'd at best a few minutes. Unreservedly, the paw on her thigh snaked upward, pushing down into the warmth of her crotch and groping her heated sex firmly.

“Oh, Spear!” she giggled, her joyous sounds causing a nearby couple to turn their heads, “What’s that for?”

"That's for teasing me all day. I. . ." he whispered, an excited tremble apparent in his voice, "I wanna fuck again!"

"Horny little wolf!" A sharp pair of claws slapped his cheeks, leaving the wolf shocked before the grinning mother.

Lexi’s paw slowly extended towards his crotch, delicately tracing at first across his thigh before firmly grasping his hardness. Her eyes locked with his, a seductive grin spreading across her muzzle as she squeezed him through his pants.

"Sorry, but no fucking. At least not here."

If Spear thought that this was simply another tease, that she would leave him wanting yet again, he couldn’t have been more wrong. Rather than pull back, she leaned over forward, both of her paws pushing their way into his pants and roughly tugging them down, leaving him with only his boxers to cover his shame.

“I know that must be disappointing.” In the darkened cinema, she pulled his cock out, pumping it up and down in her paw a few times. "But I think perhaps I can give you something that you had a tiny taste of last night."

Without waiting for agreement or protest, Lexi plunged her head down, engulfing his wolfhood in her hot, wet maw and sucking all the way to the base. Where the little oral attention he had given him last night had been a mere tease, this was the raw deal; unrestrained and completely overwhelming. Her throat shuddered with a guttural moan as his tip pressed its way down, sliding over the wet walls of her gullet, pushing further and further in. She sucked deeply and powerfully, her growling shooting tantalising vibrations through his cock.

“F-fuck! L-lexi!”

A brief respite followed, with Lexi pulling her head back, flicking her tongue over his tip before speaking in the most sultry and heated tone. "Come on, wolfy, I'm not one of your high school bitches, you're not going to break me! Make me take this delicious wolf cock in my mouth, make me suck you!"

As if challenging him, she again forced her muzzle over his length, sucking and slurping with her tongue, curling it around his head and pumping it in the opposite direction to her head bobbing, giving him the most wondrous, erotic and thrilling sensation.

"G-goddamn, Lexi. . . where. . . where did you learn that?" he whimpered, leaning back into his seat and enjoying every second of the attention being lavished upon him.

Any attempts to remain quiet and composed were futile in the face of the experience tongue working him over. The canine growled, grabbing her by her head and rocked his hips, wantonly fucking her muzzle. Such had been the teasing he had received earlier, that his release was building at an alarming rate.

His growls increased in volume.

"You... want that, foxy bitch?" he huffed, hardly believing what he was saying. She was much older than him, but in their current predicament, he was just too horny to care, "You want to taste the seed that knocked you up?"

A desperate moan about his cock was all the response he got. With a hot, needy vixen going wild over his member, there was simply no hope for the wolf, not a chance in hell that he could hold back for. No chance at all.

Spear had to bite his own tongue to avoid howling in savage, unrelenting pleasure as he came. Hot wolf seed rushed from his tip, splashing over Lexi’s tongue and coating her mouth from lips to gullet. She greedily drank him down, gulping each spurt of cum as it came, the combined action of her tongue and sucking driving Spear’s pleasure beyond his ability to contain.

He barked. Loudly.

Lexi continued to suck for a few moments more, milking the last few drops of his essence from his sensitive shaft before a sudden light passed over the two of them. Immediately, she withdrew her muzzle from his crotch, a few drops of semen dripping from her lips as she looked up, coming face to face with a wide-eyed usher. A scrawny but well-presented racoon boy.

“Something the matter?” she asked innocently, licking her muzzle clean in the most obscene fashion imaginable as she spoke.

A combined look of horror and crushing embarrassment spread across his face. Seizing the moment, Lexi lowered her head back towards Spear’s still-hard cock, her tongue snaking out and slowly running from base to tip, all the while maintaining unblinking eye contact with the youth who had interrupted them.

Already, there was a noticeable bulge in his pants.

“Oh. . . ma’am. . . I. . .I. . .” he stammered, glancing nervously about, “I thought I heard s-something, so. . .”

“Want to join in?”

The flashlight clattered to the floor, bouncing across the carpet and rolling under the row of seats immediately in front of them. His flushed face almost completely red. “Y, ye-…” Unable to say it, the racoon dashed back towards the aisle, quickly removing himself from the incalculably awkward situation.

“Aww, pity,” she teased, giving his cock another few laps, “He looked about your age, wolfy. Would have been fun to have both of you. . .”

Again, Spear felt her searing hot muzzle engulf him, her head bobbing back and forth a few times before again releasing him. “Think he’s going to jerk off tonight, thinking about this? He’ll probably do if fifty times.”

“L-lexi!” he whimpered. He simply couldn’t take any more. The sucking, the licking, all the attention his hypersensitive cock was receiving, it was just too much. 

And Lexi was far from done.

Pushing her head further down over his cock, she wrapped her lips directly over his knot and pressed down with them, rolling them from side to side and massaging the still swollen organ, her teeth pricking ever so lightly at the surface. All the while, her tongue continued to lap and slid up and down his shaft, rolling and teasing over his tip.

Spear broke. Without even the strength left in him to make any sound, he came a second time, again filling the vixen’s muzzle with his seed.

“Yes, Spear! Give it to me!”

Lexi growled with fury, her hot breath washing over his cock as he continued to cum. The bobbing of her head and the tenacity of her sucking was almost too painful to bear, yet brought the most electric waves of pleasure, crashing through his nervous system as the wolf’s orgasm overtook him completely.

It was a near certainty that the rest of the theatre had clued into what was happening, if not the noise, then the smell of seed and sex had surely given it away.

After muzzle-fucking the spent wolf boy for all he was worth, she slowly, agonisingly drew her mouth back, sucking as hard as she could, all the way to the top, before finally giving his tip one last flick and returning to her seat, acting as if nothing had happened.

“Hmmm, wasn’t that fun!” she giggled, wiping a few errant drops of cum from her muzzle.

Finally, Spear regained something resembling the ability to speak. “L. . . Lexi. . . I. . .”

A quick slap to his forearm silenced whatever he was about to say and jolted him back to his sense. “Hush! He’s coming back!”

Ryan padded his way back down the aisle and took his seat in between Spear and his mother, gingerly handing her the popcorn before returning to his own snacks. He looked a little dejected and downtrodden, and upon closer inspection, it was apparent that his fur had been rather roughly ruffled, especially around the face. He sat in silence, his enthusiasm for the picture dulled as he continued to crunch away at his chips.

"Ryan,” started Spear, a hint of concern in his voice, “What happened? Why is your fur all messed up?"

"Oh, it's um. . . I ran into some of the kids from school out there, they. . . roughed me up a bit. I'm ok though!"

"Uh. . . I think they were just waiting to go in, they should be in the lobby....but please, don't go and cause a scene!" He tugged at Spear's shirt a little. The fox kit was clearly still upset, and was shying away from the prospect of more conflict.

"I don't want you to get in trouble. . ."

Upon seeing the despondent look in Ryan’s eyes, Spear gave his friend a warm smile while hugging him close. "Hey, don't worry. It’s not like I'm not going to fight them."

He picked himself up from the cinema seat.

"Do you have your smart phone on you, Ryebread?" he continued, taking it from the fox’s outstretched paw as it was offered. "After this they won't bother you anymore, I promise. And I won't hurt them." 

Flicking his pads across the touchscreen, the wolf did his best to familiarise himself with the phone. He didn’t have one of his own; he was just about the only fur he knew of who didn't, but it wasn’t long before he had brought up the camera application.

He shot Lexi a slightly worried look. "Maybe you should come. . . just to make sure."

The vixen grumbled as she too stood up from her seat, stretching herself out again. "Just don't get us kicked out, Spear. . . you don't want an angry fox on your case, trust me."

“Um. . .” chimed Ryan, still seated, “What should I do?”

Spear grinned. “You’ll want to watch this one, fox fuzz.”

He walked quickly out into the lobby, his yellow eyes scanning about until he located the two offending youths. 

Instantly, he recognised them.

‘Jerks.’

With a slight tremble brought about by the thought of what he was about to do, Spear clasped the smartphone tightly in his paw and marched across the lobby, his gazed fixed upon the two felines. The smaller one, the leopard, would be the easier target, just the right height and not so big as to beat Spear down the second he made his move.

 "Hey, you guys!" he called out, rapidly closing the last few feet between them.

They wheeled about in unison, the taller lion looking directly in Spear’s eyes while the leopard had to crane his neck ever so slightly. 

“Yo, Dogbreath, what are you. . .”

He never had the chance to complete the sentence.

Spear leaned in, and kissed him deeply, tongue and all. Simultaneously, he raised the phone, the shutter sound clicking as he took a photo. For a few moments me maintained the kiss, pushing his tongue into the the other male’s mouth and making wet contact with his own. With a shove, he broke the kiss and pushed the leopard away, staggered backward several feet himself with the phone held out in his paws.

The picture was as clear as day. "Fuck with Ryan again, and everyone sees it."

For a few, drawn-out seconds, the lobby was in near total silence, the small crowd having their eyes fixated on the spectacle.

"HOLY FUCK, YOU FAG!!!" The leopard spluttered and coughed, wiping his tongue on his paws in an attempt to remove the wolf-spittle from his mouth.

Both Spear and Ryan knew the two felines; indeed the same two who had troubled them the previous day. In any other situation, a fight would be a near certainty now. But not this time. With such a direct and bizarre confrontation, there was little they could do except flee. Flee and hope that the picture never saw the light of day.

“Fuck you, dogbreath! FUCK YOU!”

Lexi couldn't help but laugh wildly, almost bending over in hysterics as she watched their reaction.

"Wow, Spear!" she gasped, trying to control herself. "That was really bold of you!"

Pretending to steady herself on his shoulder, she leaned in nice and close, whispering so that only he could hear, ". . .and kinda hot." Spear blushed.

Ryan giggled a little as he phone was thrown back to him. He had this picture on his phone. . . of his best friend making out with another guy. He blushed a little at the thought, looking up at Spear, his slightly flustered appearance all the more evident now.

With a pat on the little kit's head, Spear smiled down at him. "You probably want to make a backup of it on your PC when you're home. You know, to make sure you don't lose it." 

He was being serious, but there was more than a slight tease in his tone. 

With Lexi still laughing, and his friend’s mood improved remarkably, he couldn’t help but feel a little proud of himself. But something else was on his mind, too. The wolf licked his lips, thinking about it. The leopard was a punk, but the kiss itself. . .

It wasn't really that bad.

"Well, anyways," he cleared his throat, and held up a paw to brush his cheek to hide the redness behind his fur. "Let's get back to the movie. I don't want to miss too much!"

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Spear groaned a little as he shifted his weight in the back seat of the minivan, alternative from cheek to cheek in an attempt to escape the throbbing ache that coursed through his posterior. Paintballing had been more fun than he remembered, and the time had simply flown past. Still, despite how much he had enjoyed himself, his rump was in agony! Both Ryan and Lexi seemed to have taken it upon themselves to put as many paintballs into his buttocks as possible. The younger fox had been about as skilled as Spear had suspected; quick and shrewd, though perhaps a little overly eager and times, liable to cop a pasting. Lexi, however, she was good. Far more cool and calculating than her son, yet with that same vulpine cunning. Spear could still hear hear raucous laughter as he was shot time and time again.

Ryan flopped into the seat next to him and the minivan pulled out of the parking lot and made for the Lee family home.

"Well," started Spear, pushing the pain from his mind, "I want to pull an all-nighter. Stay up with you, play around. If you want. You know, double-up on my score over you."

“Ha, you wish, dog-breath!”

The lupine chuckled in response. Then, he leaned in, whispering in the fox’s ear. "Uh, you mentioned briefly having a bit of a porn collection, I think?"

Ryan’s face flushed a little, yet he maintained composure. “Uh. . . yeah, I do. . . maybe.”

"Think you can make some copy of the stash and email it to me?"

The slight red tint to his face turned to a full on blush.  "Um. . . okay. . ."

He had never mentioned his collection directly, though he had talked about a few videos and pictures he had seen online. Spear had obviously guessed that this wasn't just something he had stumbled upon. Any red-blooded male of his age would no doubt be indulging in such things, though without any real outlet for his kinks, Ryan simply wasn’t sure how others might respond.

"I kinda have. . . different tastes. I really like. . ." He blushed a little more, turning away to hide his embarrassment. ". . . you know, like deer and squirrels and stuff, prey furs. I'll send you some if. . . that's what you're into. They're just so. . . cute."

Lexi looked in the rear view mirror, her ears pricking up at her son’s voice.

"Hmmm, you say something, Sweetie?"

"Uh. . . no, Mom."

Spear waited until the vixen’s eyes were again fixed to the road before wrapping his arm around the kit and pulling him close. He leaned in close, a grin spreading across his muzzle as he spoke. “That sounds pretty hot, you know. Want to watch it together sometime?”

“S-sure. . .”	

#   #   #   #   #

“Aw yeah, what a day!”

Spear was the first in the house, running eagerly up the front steps and unlocking the front door with the keys Lexi had thrown to him. He all but kicked it off it’s hinges in his mad rush to get inside, racing through the short entranceway and towards the kitchen. Almost slipping up on the linoleum floor, his shoes squeaked as he dashed for the fridge.

“C’mon, Ryebread!” he called, collecting two cans of iced tea, “We’ve got all evening to play, I want to see you in action again!”

Catching the drink as it was tossed to him, Ryan quickly followed his friend up the stairs and to the landing, leaving his mother standing somewhat bemused in the entranceway. After fumbling for a moment with excitement, he finally selected a game to shove into the console’s disk drive as it booted up, and threw a controller at his friend before flopping back into the bean bag.

“Hope you’re ready for another tail-whipping!” he said, popping the can of tea and taking a sip. “I’m all amped up for this!”

“Ha, not this time!”

As the game logos popped up on the television, the various loading screens flashing back and forth, Ryan couldn’t help but squirm a little. In saying that he was amped up, the young kit hadn’t just meant for games. His heart was still racing; simply having Spear next to him was causing all manner of feelings to rush through him, feelings he’d never felt before.

Before the main menu had even appeared, he stood himself up, tossing his controller to his friend.

"Here you go, I'm just going to. . .um. . . get changed, these clothes are a little uncomfortable! You play for a bit, I'll be back in five."

Spear raised an eyebrow.

Gingerly, the fox closed the door behind him and padded over to his desk. All the talk of his porn had got him a little worked up, as well as. . . well, seeing Spear make out with that other boy. It was a strange sensation that he felt; a slight tightness in the chest; jealousy perhaps. He knew that he shouldn’t be feeling such things, but every time he pictured it in his head, it made his heart beat a little faster.

Time, in that case, for a brief bit of self-indulgence, flush out those thoughts with some hot pussy!

He pulled his laptop out from his desk and flicked it open. After a few clicks, his well-hidden porn folder flickered across the screen in all its smutty glory. Gunfire and explosions sounded in the adjacent room. Spear was clearly absorbed in the current round of gameplay, giving him a good five or so minutes before his friend would come looking for him. Five or so minutes was all he would need. . .

‘Okay then.’

The video he selected was an old favourite, a lesbian three-way between a cute little deer girl and two cheetahs. The deer girl was tied up, lying on her back as the two felines ravished her from each end, one eating her out and the other forcing her to do the same to her own dripping pussy. Wide-eyed and eager, Ryan grasped his already hard cock and started to stroke.

But something was off. Yes, he was aroused, and while usually came within seconds of watching this video, there was something ever so slightly different this time. An urge, in the very back of his mind, telling him that the sight of a trio of girls embroiled in passion wasn’t quite what he was after today.

His paws went to his pocket, pulling out his phone and flicking through the photos. He came to that photo that Spear had taken,  the photo of him kissing the leopard boy full on the lips. In public. In full view of him and his mother.

His cock twitched a little.

Not really knowing by, but more turned on than he had been in some time, Ryan paused the video and continued to stroke, a little faster and a little harder than he had before, with tiny, foxy yips escaping his mouth as he did so.

“Spear. . . why?”

Immersed in the moment, and with few thoughts beyond a quick and dirty jerk, Ryan’s otherwise sensitive ears failed to pick up the sudden lack of noise coming from the TV. Or the slow creaking of his door. Or the series of footsteps thudding their way across the floorboards of his room.

This time, he moaned aloud. “Speeaar!”

The wolf’s jaw dropped open. He was flabbergasted. Confused. At a complete loss. Had he heard correctly? At first, he had planned to simply surprise his friend, give him a rather embarrassing scare; caught mid-act as he would have been. That one word, the sound of the fox uttering that one name, changed everything. Naturally, he did the first and most stupid thing that came to mind.

Leaning over, he whispered in his friend’s ear. “Hey.”

“Gah!” Ryan yelped in surprise, his tail puffing up and  the young fox jumping almost two feet into the air. "S-Spear!"

Flushed with the most extreme embarrassment, he quickly tucked his cock away, fumbling awkwardly as he strained to get it back inside his underwear. In his hurry, he knocked the phone from his bed, and it landed face up on the floor, directly between the two furs.

It was painfully obvious what he had been maturbating to.

"S-s-s-pear. . . I. . . I. . ." he stammered several times, his eyes darting about the room and his paws clutching to his chest in panic.

He still hadn't managed to pull his shorts up, and the bulging tent of his boxers was still on full display. "I. . . . FUCK. . .  I'm sorry!"

Spear, if at all possible, looked even more panicked than the fox. “No no, look, Ryan. . . I. . . I should be saying. . . sorry, I. . .”

Shutting his eyes, the wolf wheeled about and stumbled the few feet out of the room, hurriedly slamming the door closed behind him. His own heart was now pounding, thundering in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he struggled to make sense of the past ten seconds. It had been him on the phone, for sure, that very same picture he had taken earlier. Intended as a bit of a joke, along with a bit of blackmail to keep those bullies off his friend’s back, it had apparently served as fantasy fuel.

A fantasy with him as its object.

Spear clutched at his chest, still breathing heavily. ‘Shit.’

Whatever would come, would come. For now, and with a great sense of trepidation about what he would tell his friend the next time they spoke, he made his way back downstairs for another can of tea.

###

“Spear, what gives?" 

Ryan hurried along behind his friend, his shorter legs moving noticeably quicker to keep up with the large wolf. For reasons unknown to the fox, Spear had been acting rather chirpy and affectionate over the past few weeks, dishing out hugs and head-rubs far more willingly than he had done so before. Ryan wasn't complaining, although there had been one or two awkward moments at school where they had nearly been caught. To top off this sudden bout of tenderness, Spear had told him immediately after their first class that he had a surprise of sorts. 

Well, maybe not a surprise, but he had nevertheless asked Ryan to follow him immediately upon exiting the classroom, quickly shoving his way through the students exiting their morning classes.

"Mom's working late again, the house is free if you want to come over!" Ryan bounced up beside his friend, happily walking along beside him as they made their way through the school corridors.

The wolf shot his friend a grin. "Just hurry, or she'll stop waiting."

Spear didn't bother to explain who 'she' was as he bounded forward, holding the fox's hand as they walked. For some reason, he just felt so... perfect lately. Maybe fucking a vixen did something for his self-esteem, maybe it helping out his friend. His confidence was through the roof - which was saying something, considering its natural abundance.

Walking around and behind the science block, the two furs came upon a third. Leaning against the wall in the shade of the three-story building stood another black wolf; a little shorter than Spear. Her bust decent in size, though her figure was perfect: not scrawny, yet thin and slender with a slight athletic build. Spotting them both, she turned about, fixing her yellow eyes upon Spear. They matched.

It was obvious enough who it was.

"Hey, sis!" Spear waved, and then shoved his small friend forward a bit. "This is Ryan!"

Ryan resisted just a little. “Spear, what the he-”

"Don't worry!” he said, leaning down to whisper in his friend’s ear, “I told her about you! How you two liked a lot of the same games. So, uh, have fun!" 

He turned and ran, his snickering disappearing into the general rabble of the schoolyard.

The she-wolf looked down at the fox, blinking for a moment. "Hi."

His friend had turned tail and ran! He had abandoned him, leaving him with this she-wolf! Spear had mentioned his sister once or twice, but Ryan had never actually met her. Despite being in his grade, she was taller than him by an inch or two, noticeably more slender, and certainly a little more intimidating. It was obvious she was of the same stock as Spear; her body near-perfect, with long, slender legs and a nice, flowing tail, though not as full and luxurious as Ryan's.

"Um. . . h-hi!"

He didn't know what to say! She was dressed like she was in a band, a rather tight pair of jeans tightly hugging her hips and buttocks and a black t-shirt constraining her nicely sized breasts. Pushing the limits of the dress code, certainly, but not enough to have her sent home.

“. . .so. . .”

But it wasn't the clothing, it was her eyes. Bright yellow orbs, piercing and severe. But where Spear’s were always so full of mirth and kindness, these were. . . a little cold.The fox shuffled a little on the spot, his eyes darting about, refusing to lock with hers for anything more than a fraction of a second. Having her look down on him, inspecting him, judging him, it was off-putting, to say the least. He didn't have much to offer girls; he was small, weedy and shy.

Swallowing a lump in this through, his eyes quickly scanned her body. desperately seeking for something to compliment her on. Girls liked that, right? Finally, he settled on a number of band pins stuck to the waistband of her jeans.

"Uh . . . nice pins."

The wolf girl didn’t seem to pay the complement any notice.

"Ryan, right?” she huffed.  “I don't suppose my dolt brother told you my name. Pepper. And don't. I know what my last name is, I hear enough of it from other idiots here."

Her eyes danced over the fox, flashing up and down and taking in every detail of his body. In part, it was only because she could sense his insecurity. Like any good predator, sensing weakness only stirred her primal instincts, her gaze intensifying. Something about it gave her a kick.

"Nice tail." she said, breaking the increasingly awkward silence as she paced around the fox. "Don't overbrush it, though; you'll split the fur."

“Um, thanks. . .” he replied.

He tried to give her a cute smile, but just ended up looking a little awkward, as if he was still trying to hide something. Why did Spear have to leave? He always felt more secure with the wolf around, and didn't much fancy his chances trying to talk up a girl without him. Spear seemed to have no problem with it. Anything he said would have the girls hanging off his every word.

Must be that excessive, easygoing confidence.

“No problem.” Pepper’s thoughts turned to the compliment he had paid her earlier. Most of her pins, of which she had loads, were from bands far too obscure for the typical students of their high school to know of. Still, it seemed he was at least making an effort.

"So you like MD.45, too?" She smirked and took a step closer to the fox, resting her gloved hand on a hip. "What's your favorite song?"

"Oh. . .um, MD.45?" Ryan had absolutely no idea who they were.

He listened to a little music, though very few actual bands. He had to say something!

"Pepper. . . that's a nice name." he squeaked, his voice higher than he had anticipated. "Well, I don't really listen to many bands, I just thought the pins, you know. . . looked nice."

Not exactly smooth, although he had at least managed to force out two compliments so far.

"Oh!" He suddenly lit up, ears pricking and standing upright atop his head. "I really like Frank Klepacki, he did all the soundtracks for the Command and Conquer series! Joel Eriksson too, he did the music for Battlefield!"

‘Shit.’ he couldn't have come up with a lamer thing to say.

Pepper’s smirk broadened. She knew the fox was just trying to act cute and make empty smalltalk, though her expression became suddenly dour at the mention of artists of whom she knew nothing. It was almost surprising, and it seemed Spear hadn't totally talked out of his ass about the kit.

"Huh. Well, you know some music then." Pepper’s smile returned. "Truthfully, I don't really know most names from games like that, but I do like the music from those ones. Favorite's Red Alert 2 and Battlefield 2142. Good music, yeah."

She leaned in really, really close, bending down slightly to the fox. The scent of peppermint shampoo overwhelmed the fox’s nose. Those yellow, judging eyes peered into his on the level, and the smile was still carved across her muzzle. It was rather fun embarrassing him, she'd have to thank Spear for that later. Perhaps the kit wasn't totally boring.

"Well, you pretty good? You can at least bear Spear, right?" She rolled her eyes at the thought. "He brags all the time, but he sucks."

Ryan cocked his head to the side. She suddenly seemed very interested in games. Spear had mentioned that she played, but the fox had assumed that meant games like The Sims, or maybe The Legend of Zelda. Girly games, or so he liked to call them.

But here she was, talking about games that he played!

"Oh. . . heh. . . yeah, he does a bit, doesn't he?"

His voice continued to crackle and waver. With the she-wolf leaning in so close,the smell was . . wonderful. Overwhelming. A soft, feminine scent mixed in with the sweet odour of her shampoo. Ryan felt his heart beat a little faster. Did he dare? Spear had been talking a lot more about the girls Ryan might have liked over the past few weeks, perhaps he had tried to hook him up.

But, with his sister?!

He wouldn't admit to anyone, except perhaps Spear, but Ryan had a bit of a fetish for cute, submissive girls. Still, he'd never had a chance to be with one, so he honestly didn't know. Pepper was most certainly not acting submissive, but despite being rather overbearing, he found her to be remarkably alluring. Playful, even.

"Hey, Pepper?” he said, trying to force a bit of confidence into his voice. “I know Spear might have gone a bit far with trying to set this up, but would you like to come over and play games this afternoon?"

"I would say more than 'a bit'. He doesn't know when to shut up." Her eyes were still fixated upon him, her expression mosty one of curiosity, though with a slight titillating hint. The way the fox breathed, the way his eyes looked, how his facial muscles flexed. 

'So, doing this gets you. . .' 

Not finishing the thought, she leaned back, and shrugged. 

"Hmm, I don't know," she said, turning her head with her eyes closed. One eyelid cracked open, and she looked at him, watching the fox's hope drain from his face.

Spear certainly had told her about his friend, spending the better part of the last week talking him up, and had pushed on the two meeting together. It had gotten to the point that it rather annoyed her, and in part she was only here to get him off her case. He had been only described as a shy little fox who liked games. She thought he'd be some little pushover who would be annoying and needy. Now that she was here, however, she had to admit he was rather. . . cute.

Knowing Spear would be upset if she said no, she sighed.

"Oh, sure." She crossed her arms again, and leaned back against the building, and stared off to her right. "But if I get bored after kicking your ass too much, I'm goin' home."

Again, she turned to face him. “Okay?”

Excitement surged through his body. She had said yes! It was a small victory, though one he had never experienced before. Most girls wouldn't even look twice at him, let alone actually agree to spend some time with him. He very much doubted that it would go anywhere, but he could at least say he had tried.

Still, she seemed a bit hesitant, maybe even slightly annoyed. Ryan took what he could get, and was simply glad someone had agreed to what was, in a very loose sense, a date.

"Oh! That's cool, you don't mind getting the bus, do you? Bus number four, meet me after school. Just tell the old crow you're supposed to be on it, he never bothers to check the student list."

He flashed her a genuine smile this time before jogging his way back towards the school. He was late for class, but for once, he didn't care.

"I'll see you there, Pepper!" he yipped.

 Ryan was overflowing with happiness, far removed from his usual timid self. Still, why not? He finally had a reason to be so, and as Spear had seemed so excessively cheerful lately, he wanted a reason to be so as well!

 "Yeah, got it," she said, and put a stick of gum in her mouth to chew. "Bus four."

After a final nod, she watched the fox disappear across the schoolyard. His fluffy tail wagged back and forth vigorously, maintaining her attention for as long as she could see it,

She gazed down at her own. 

‘Ugly.’

#   #   #   #   #

Spear exhaled loudly as he opened his locker and dropped his backpack inside. Lazily, he kicked the dented metal door shut with his foot, and he turned to walk down the mostly-empty hallway. Now that it was his free period, he intended to go the library and hunt about for something interesting to read. Most students would go to a study room or the campus yard, but the wolf never did that; he wasn’t behind on anything, and preferred privacy over inane conversation.

He tried not to think too much about his friend and sister. Whatever would happen, it was out of his control at this point. Pepper could be a bit cold, even bitchy, and Ryan wasn’t exactly the type to stand up for himself in such situations. Still, that was, in a way, an advantage. Pepper wouldn’t look upon him as just another guy - she’d give him a real chance.

As long as he could get past the initial meeting.

The black wolf pushed the thoughts from his mind and made for the library. For a public school, it was pretty big, with thousands upon thousands of books lining up in tall shelves against the walls. Unless someone was large enough, it wasn't possible to reach them without asking the elderly dalmatian behind the front desk for help. And you didn't want to ask her for help.

“Morning. . .” A little bit of politeness, however, went a long way.

Spear walked straight to the action/adventure section, slowly viewing each title. Generic titles, mostly, but upon reaching the very corner of the library, a particular cover caught his attention. Interesting artwork, and a little thicker than most of the volumes on offer.

“Collected Works of Calcelmo, huh?" he mumbled to himself, and pulled the book from the shelf. It was heavy, and he nearly dropped it before he laid it on one arm and flipped through a few pages, reading part of the first story.

"Huh, pretty good, I guess. . ."

#   #   #   #   #

Where was he? Where was that damned wolf!?

The leopard had spent the better part of the past half hour skulking about the school corridors, occasionally ducking into empty classrooms in search of his target. He had a bone to pick, a rather pressing matter that demanded his attention, going so far as to miss his morning class to make his point.

"You!" he grabbed a freshman, a small otter boy, by his collar and yanked him sideways. "Wolf, thick black mane. Have you seen him?"

"W-who? Uh, you mean. . . Spear?"

"Just tell me where he is!"

The otter didn't respond, trembling as he was. Instead, he gingerly raised a paw and pointed in the direction of the school library.

"Yeah, thanks!" The leopard violently shoved the kid back against a row of lockers before marching in the indicated direction.

‘Library? Fucking nerd.’

#   #   #   #   #

“Hey! Fag!”

Having selected a book, Spear had set out to find a quiet table at which to read. He hadn’t taken more than a few steps when the fuming feline had come up hard against him, pushing him back against the shelves.

With an exasperated sigh, the wolf looked down at the leopard. "Yeah?"

This really was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. Ty wasn't just an ass, he was a persistent ass. Usually, the cat didn't bother him so much, preferring to target the more vulnerable Ryan for his entertainment.

"I really don't want trouble. I just want to read, alright?"

Ty's heart was pounding a little, though the only outward sign that Spear could see were the few beads of sweat forming on his forehead. This wasn't some usual confrontation; Seb wasn't around to back him up. Of course, he had intended it that way; this wasn't something he wanted other people seeing.

Spear made a motion to push past.

"Dog!" he spat, blocking the wolf from leaving. "You've got some real nerve, pulling something like you did at the cinema! What do you think Seb thinks of me now? Do you think he still respects me?! FUCK YOU!"

Ty raised his arms, flashing his claws out and took a step forward.

The slightest hint of worry spread across Spear’s face. Would the leopard seriously lash out at him in a library? This was unusual, to be sure, but the circumstances were rather extreme as well.

The wolf took a big step back, holding both his paws up defensively, and narrowed his eyes at Ty. "A lot of people don't respect you, Seb. Me kissing you isn't really the problem."

Ty’s eyes remained unblinking, darting about in a frantic, savage dance..

"Now, if that's all you have to say to me, I'm going to go read.”

Spear could see that a few furs had their heads turned towards them, though none bothered more than a cursory glance. Students yelling and swearing at each other was commonplace, and despite their surroundings, it simply wasn't notable enough to warrant any further attention.

"You're a twisted fucker, you know that, Spear?” Ty continued rapidly closing the distance between himself at the wolf. "Who the fuck does that sort of thing?"

Ty's feet feel silently on the carpeted floor. His voice was surprisingly low and, despite his obvious anger, there was the slightest hint of a tremble. What was the most surprisingly, however, was the fact that he had not once made eye contact. He keep his gaze averted, looking instead to the floor, out windows or at books; anywhere but at Spear.

“Ty, what-”

With a final leap, Ty bounded up to the wolf, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him close, a vicious sneer spread across his muzzle. With a surprising amount of strength, he pulled the taller wolf down to his level, leaning forward to whisper something. . .

". . . k-kiss me again."

Spear barely contained the urge to yank a book from the shelves and smack it across the leopard’s face. He didn’t want to be the one to strike the first blow, even if he were being physically assaulted. Zero tolerance policies and all. Compromising between that and simply submitting, he bared his lupine fangs and growled, making it clear he was willing to at least try to fight if Ty hurt him.

But then, that request. That demand. A blank look dissolved the angry face before confusion slowly took its place.

"What?"

There was nothing wrong with his hearing; he had heard Ty perfectly. The leopard need not repeat himself, but the wolf was completely dumbfounded nevertheless 

". . why?" 

Confusion very abruptly gave way to anger. Intense, burning anger. Every instance of Ty and Seb chasing Ryan and calling him a fag came to mind. Every time his friend had been bullied, put down, or had vicious rumours spread about him.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Spear slapped the hands away from his neck. "Is this some weird plan you and Seb came up with to get back at me?"

Ty hissed, again slamming the wolf backwards against the shelving. With the canine now pinned, the leopard ran one of his paws across Spear’s chest, sliding it up and about his neck, pricking him with his claws.

"D-don't make me say it again!" his voice was huffy and intense, yet there was a very obvious uncertainty to it. "Fucking kiss me."

He was now pressed fully against the wolf, his machine-gun heartbeat easily detectable through his chest. Spear would be feeling it, pounding and throbbing against him.

"S-seb isn't here. It's. . . just us."

“You really. . “ It wasn't a joke. The pounding heartbeat, the slight bulge rubbing against him through his pants, and the look in the cat's eyes. The realization that Ty had been looking around to make sure they were alone for this reason caused a stir in Spear’s sheath; a sudden rush of blood and sensation. His own breath quickened. If he were to ever admit it - which he wouldn't - the leopard was kind of hot. A bit of a jock-type, with a good build. And this close, he could smell the nervousness from the cat, the sweat making the other male a little musky.

Spear grinned, and then leaned in to the curious boy. Their muzzles touched, and this time, Ty didn't pull back.

The bully didn't deserve gentleness. Spear crammed his tongue past Ty's lips, eagerly lapping at the sandpapery tongue. A paw shot to the back of the cat's head, claws digging in and pushing their faces more tightly together. Saliva dribbled down their chins as the kiss became intense and sloppy, Spear loudly sucking on the cat's lips while another hand scratched down his back, eventually resting just above the tail. A tiny moan came from the wolf as the passion rapidly increased. Thrusting his hips forward, he started to grind his crotch against Ty’s.

"So, you kind of liked it before, huh?" Spear growled, silencing any reply with another heavy kiss. "You went home and jacked off to it, didn't you? Who's the fag now?"

Ty growled in response and bit down on Spear's lip. It was as good as he remembered it. Better, even. He hated himself for enjoying it, but he simply couldn't resist that tongue. The wolf's scent flowed over him, and he breathed it in sharply, blasting a few sharp breath's out of his nostrils and directly over Spear's face.

He felt the wolf's paws come to rest just above his rump. Almost automatically, he thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against the larger canine, mashing their crotches together as his excitement continued to build. He had really done it, he had really fucking done this! The leopard was so immensely turned on, though he didn’t want to be. He desperately wished that he didn't want this as badly as he did. He had never felt so disgusted with himself.

But he just couldn't stop.

The kiss broke, and his claws immediately flashed out, stopping just under the wolf's chin. "You tell anyone about this, and I'll cut you from ear to ear, got it?"

Without waiting for a reply, he again locked lips with the wolf and madly made out.

There was more than just a kiss, though. A hand snaking it’s way down his front, claws running roughly over his surprisingly toned belly before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Ty felt the wolf grip over his hard flesh. A few half-hearted strokes followed, with Spear’s thumb circling his tip in a rather uncomfortable fashion, pricking at the exceptionally sensitive flesh.

"Yeah, your secret's safe with me, fag," he growled.

While the wolf’s intention had been to put this punky leopard in his place, he found himself enjoying the exchange a little too much. The bite he had received, the texture of the cat’s veiny length beneath his paw; Spear had to admit he was getting into this. A lot.

He started to pump his fist a little harder.

Ty groaned, and his own paws found their way up and under the canine’s shirt, his smaller, sharper claws scraping through the thick, black fur.

"Do it," Spear whispered, nuzzling at the cat's fangs to bait him into biting him again before sucking down over the rough tongue, pulling it into his muzzle. "Scratch me. Hard. Under my shirt, so no-one can see."

If this was really happening, if both he and the feline were really getting into this, then Spear would make it the best Ty had ever been given. Ever. By anyone. The bastard wouldn't look at women the same way again!

“Ah. . . ah!”

Ty shut his eyes tight, trying his utmost to ignore the fact that a male's paw was now wrapped firmly about his cathood, pumping furiously and bringing him to a level of arousal he had never experienced before. He whimpered at the sensation, gyrating his hips and pressing himself harder into the wolf, thrusting his cock upwards, wanting more of this new homoerotc sensation.

"Fuck. . . you better not stop!"

As per the wolf’s request, his claws were raking their way across his chest, the razor sharp points digging into the flesh. Sore red scratch marks appeared, but would be hidden by the thick fur and shirt.

"S-squeeze me hard when I cum. . . fag. . ." he panted, his release building ever closer.

Spear grinned, and sped up his paw. “What would Seb think? What would he say if he was here? Seeing you get jerked off like this, and loving it!”

“F-fuck you!”

“Oh, I bet you’d. . . love to. . . you-” Spear cut himself short,  grinding his fangs together to stop a yelp as the cat’s claw lashed at this chest. Rather than respond with aggression of his own, he pulled his shirt up, keeping the fabric out of the way so that he could aim Ty's dick at his slashed body.

 "Cum over me, mark your prey," he whispered, jerking the cat off as hard as he could; squeezing the shaft harder. He could tell the feline was close and about to pop. It was a shame the favour wasn't being returned, but being able to jack off a 'straight' male was good enough all by itself.

Ty’s eyes rolled back in his head. “F-fag!”

Any further commentary from the leopard was made impossible as he felt himself crash over the edge, his cock spurting thick ropes of white seed. Spear’s belly and chest fur were painted; his paw continuing to pump back and forth along the pulsating organ, coaxing more of Ty’s cum out. The jerking continued well past the point by which Ty’s balls had emptied their load, bringing the cat to the point of collapse.

Spear didn’t let up.

He mashed his lips against Ty’s once more, the sudden assault combined with a final few tugs of his paw drawing out a second orgasm. Still kissing, still furiously masturbating the cat, Spear growled and bit down.

And then broke the fanged kiss with a broad, wolfish smile.

"Well, I better get to my reading. Break won't last much longer, you know. That was nice, and I think you needed it.”

He walked a few paces before digging his paw into his pocket and flipping out his phone, the green record icon showing several minutes of audio.

“. . . and if you want a third reason to leave Ryan alone, just hit me up.”

#   #   #   #   #  

"One, two, three. . ." 

Four. The doors snapped shut when the she-wolf was a half-dozen yards from stepping onto the bus, the aging driver paying little attention to her until she slammed her fist against the yellow aluminium panel.

"Thinking of leaving without me?" Pepper took a step on, dismissing the crow’s outstretched wing. 

“This is my bus.”

Whether through apathy or a simple desire to avoid the complaints of some overprotective parents, the avian simply shrugged, waving her towards the back of the bus.

“Just spit that gum out, missy,” the grumpy bird huffed out.

She sneered a little, making a show of sticking the offending gum to inside of the door before picking her way along the rows of tattered seats towards the back of the bus. Ryan had found his usual seat, and was eagerly awaiting her arrival. Judging by his obvious bouncing and inadvertent yapping, he was perhaps a little too eager.

“Hey,” she said blandly, taking a seat beside him and casting her gaze out the window, “Do you always have to put up with that old bas-”

"MISTER, PEPPER DOESN'T BELONG ON THIS BUS, SHE'S JUST FOLLOWING HER NEW BOYFRIEND HOME!"

She turned to flip off the yelling giraffe girl, jaw clenched and the white of her fangs clearly showing. Laura was the prissiest cunt Pepper knew, always on her case, always looking for the slightest reason to drop some snide or underhanded comment.

The crow rolled his eyes and reached for the radio, switching it on and buzzing in a station. Country music.

The fox’s eyes fell to his lap.

Ryan was used to enduring such insults himself, and had copped more than his fair share from the school's female students. Laura was no exception. The best response he had been able to come up with was that her long neck was only good for ramming cock down. She had calmly responded by saying that she was at least getting some action, while he wasn't. She had been correct, of course, and he hadn't bothered to defend himself against her abuse since.

But this was a little different. He could handle it himself, sure, but seeing someone else take it, it wasn't something he wanted to put up with. Certainly not when that someone was his best friend’s sister!

"What's wrong, Laura?” he snarled. “You want her for yourself, you fucking dyke!?"

He immediately regretted it. All eyes in the bus turned to him, a silence falling over the furs. Ryan had never shouted out like that before, especially not in the presence of a girl he was technically supposed to be taking on a date, even if it just was to play some games.

"Um . . . sorry."

Pepper turned her head to face Ryan, the corner of her mouth curling up ever so slightly in a near-undetectable grin.

"Hey, calm down. It’s not big deal, just ignore them," she whispered. Though the fox's outburst was admirable, he didn't much look like he could handle a fight. Laura was definitely going to pick on him later.

The bitch.

Pepper craned her neck across the rows of seat and shot a long, icy glare at Laura. Slowly, her invisible grin turned into a very noticeable smirk. She grabbed the fox and held him close, mashing him against her chest and whispering in his ear, “Just play along, okay?”

Laura furrowed her brow, her eyes shooting daggers at the black she-wolf as she all but pulled the male fox into her lap. Assured of her attention, and without hesitation, Pepper grabbed a fistful of Ryan’s headfur and pulled his lips to hers, abruptly kissing the kit and biting down ever so slightly on his lips. It wasn’t deep, though she did use a little more muzzle than intended to silence the yap that would almost certainly have come from the surprised fox’s maw.

Good enough.

Adding a flash of fangs to the smirk, she released Ryan and relaxed back in the seat, her attention now completely turned away from the fuming giraffe girl, paying no heed to anyone or anything but the fox seated beside her.

Were it not for the revving of the bus engine, you could have heard a pin drop. Maws hung open and phones were out, clicking away, recording the event that had just taken place. No doubt this news would make the rounds before either Ryan or Pepper returned to the school the following day. Still, not the worst rumour to have spread.

Though it was clear from Ryan’s fidgeting and constantly darting eyes that the potential fallout was making him anxious. He couldn’t really be blamed.

“I told you,” Pepper continued, her voice calm to the point of sounding bored, “just ignore them. Here.”

Her paw thrust out, offering the kit one of the earbuds she had produced from her jacket pocket. The high-pitched sound of guitar and clash of drums could be faintly heard coming from them.

"Rammstein. I know, I know; kind of overplayed, but it's not bad anyways."

Ryan accepted the single earbud and pressed it into his triangular ear. He found himself shuffling a little closer to Pepper to avoid stretching the cable. The wolf girl didn’t seem to mind, and gently rocked her head back and forth, seemingly paying no attention to the occasional contact. The eyes of his fellow students were still upon him, though he tried to concentrate on the music as much as possible. It was like she had said - not bad.

At the very least, the distraction lasted until his stop.

“Come on.”

Much to Ryan’s surprise, it was Pepper who led him off the bus, taking his paw in her own and tugging him down the aisle. The gazes continued to follow the pair for furs until they had stepped out and onto the gravelly road that led up towards the fox’s house.

Ryan just stood there for a moment, watching as the bus disappeared down the deserted road, kicking up a cloud of dust as it departed. His eyes were fixated on his paws. Without the distractions of the music, or the worry of the other students on the bus, he now had time to take stock of what had happened, to recall every little details. Pepper’s soft fur pressing against him as her arms had wrapped around him, and how he had wanted to return the embrace. The scent of her shampoo, and of course, the taste of her lips.

“Um. . . Pepper, what. . . was all that for?"

“THE CUNT!!!”

Pepper’s scream caught him even more off-guard than the kiss had. Whirling around, her backpack landed at his feet with a thud having been punted through the air by the she-wolf. Pepper herself was visible shaking, her paws balled into fists.

"WOAH! P-Pepper?!" He picked up the discarded bag, brushing some of the dirt and leaves from it before walking over to her and handing it back. As before, he tried to smile, managing something a little better this time as he spoke softly.

"Didn't you say to ignore it? What's got you so worked up?"

Pepper just stood in place, panting like a wild animal, ignoring the fox as her fierce gaze practically burnt a hole in the ground in front of her. Several moments passed before the accepted the backpack held out to her, slinging it over her shoulder and starting the trek up the dusty road.

"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" After a deep breath, she felt calmed enough to reply. "She hates me. We've fought a lot. Let's ignore it for now."

Her voice was dismissive and obviously a little pained, but Ryan had the good sense to avoid pushing the matter. He led her up the road, occasionally turning around to see her gazing out across the large, spacious properties. It was a far cry from her and Spear’s inner-city apartment, with ample space and freedom to run about.

"Do you usually fight back?" she asked, her eyes still wandering, "Or do you try to avoid trouble? Run away?"

“I. . . uh. . .” Ryan mused over her question for a while. Fighting back wasn't really his style; the few times he had had ended badly for him. He didn't want to seem weak or soft in front of Pepper, but he'd feel bad if he lied to her.

"No." he stated, casting his eyes to the ground. "Or, not really. I just kinda, well, I let them do it, and eventually they lose interest and go away. Laura doesn't bother me that often, she's usually too busy deepthroating Seb to care about much else, but yeah. . ."

He looked up at her, flashing another smile.

". . . she's a total bitch."

A tiny chuckle came out of the female, and she nodded. "Yeah."

Ryan continued to walk up the street towards his house, Pepper trailing lazily behind him. The car was gone, indicating that his mother was still at work; something he had counted on so that he and Spear could be loud and play games, but would now serve nicely to give him and Pepper a little alone time.

The prospect of which had his heart thumping in his chest. He hadn't even kissed a girl before today, and was about to invite one into his home!

He climbed the steps towards his front door, fishing his keys from his pocket and opening it with a click.

"So, um, here we are, Pepper."

“Wow, nice!” There was genuine surprise in her voice. The home was far cleaner and bigger than she thought, though admittedly she didn’t have particularly high standards with which to compare it to.

"This all looks pretty good. Must've cost you guys a fortune." She took a step inside. "About what I thought."

She paced her way into the kitchen, giving the air a few errant sniffs before grasping the handle of the fridge door.

“Got anything to drink? Bit dusty outside, my throat’s a bit dry.”

She threw open the door, giving him a coy wink in the process.

“Ah, yeah!” His response came short and sudden. “Mum keeps a few cans of tea in there, help yourself.”

Catching a can as Pepper threw one his way, the fox flopped down in one of the chairs, cracking the can and taking a sip, his eyes fixed on Pepper as she opened her own.

"What's it like, Ryan?” she asked, taking a drink of her own, “Having no sibling or father around? All this space?"

Ryan gulped down a few more mouthfuls. His throat was rather dry, courtesy of his nervousness. He felt a little better, though, being in his own home, in familiar surroundings.

"Oh, I thought it was kinda lonely before.” he replied. “But Spear has been spending a lot of time over here the past week. My mom seems much more eager to have him around! She's always asking when I'm going to invite him over next. It's a bit better with an extra fur around, and it's nice to share some of the space."

"Still, it must be nice to have all that room."

“Yeah, I guess.”

Rather obviously, he had ignored the mention of his father. He guessed Spear must have said something to her - most furs would assume him to be working. It was something he didn't really like talking about, as well as a something his mother had kept details of from him. ‘I'll tell you when you're an adult’ was the standard response to his questions, though he seldom asked anymore. In part, he had simply stopped caring.

"Hey!" he squeaked, perking up after an increasingly awkward silence. "Wanna fire up the PlayStation?"

"Sure. Up there?" She cast her eyes out of the kitchen and up the stairs, spying the TV and console setup.

 Ryan nodded eagerly. “Come on then!”

He took off at a run, Pepper following behind as they climbed the stairs. The fox’s overly-fluffy tail bounced in front of the she-wolf, slapping her in the face as he wagged excitedly. 

"Watch your ass, kit!"

“Who are you calling kit!?”

“The kit who’s about to get his tail handed to him.”

Grinning smugly, Ryan busied himself in pulling out game cases from the TV cabinet, bundling up a pile in his paws and thrusting them towards Pepper. "What do you want to play, your choice!"

"Let me see. . ." Taking the cases offered to her, Pepper flicked through the games.  "Well, you certainly have a very complete collection. I'm guessing my brother first played CoD with you here; it's probably the way he'd roll." 

Without giving it too much thought, she picked it out from the pile, tossing the others aside and setting the disk in the tray. Watching the loading screen tick over, she fished a few sticks of gum out of her pocket, unwrapping one and throwing into her maw. Ryan caught a glimpse of the label. . .

Spearmint.

‘Heh.’

“Well?” asked Pepper in between chews, “We playing or not?”

Ryan’s eyes flashed back to the screen. The game had loaded; the menu now flashing in front of them and prompting to two furs to hit the matchmaking button.

He grinned cheesily at Pepper.

"Game on!"

Pepper simply raised an eyebrow.

The first round hardly went as planned. Ryan had decided to go easy, just to test her and not drive her away if she was terrible. A mistake. A huge mistake. Pepper was good, very good, and after comfortably topping the server, making both he and the other players look like children, it was obvious that this was going to be more than just a casual gaming romp. Even against Spear, he had held back a little, not wanting his friend to get so worked up that he would leave. He couldn't afford to do that now. He had to bring his A-game!

"Hey, nice round, Pepper. You're pretty good!" he said, shuffling a little.

Pepper glanced over the end-of-round scoreboard, her eyes occasionally flicking back to the fox without any motion of her head.

“Thanks.” Her paws gripped the controller just a little tighter.

The second round was a different affair. Pepper hadn’t repeated her performance from the first round, and Ryan had comfortably won, yipping happily as his killstreak decimated the final few opponents and handed him victory.

“Oh. . . so you do know how to play, kit?”

True enough, Pepper had held back, at least at first, though she had her reasons. She would shoot at Ryan and purposefully miss to test his response. She would let him kill her to see his generally-preferred method. But she could tell: the fox was generally inconsistent, sometimes racking up an impressive streak, at other times dying over and over.

And then there was the occasional sideways glance he shot at her.

Was this all part of his play? Minor distractions, annoying tactics and a seemingly random approach to the competition? Pepper had thought he might have been doing it on purpose, keeping a few tricks up his sleeve, but the damn fox wasn't holding back anymore. Quite simply, she didn’t know the game well enough to predict his actions - he was always one step ahead. Every time she uncovered his plans, deduced his tactic, he did something different! It was a game of intuition versus cunning. Raw skill versus chaos.

For a while they played, though neither gain the upper hand. Pepper was definitely the more skillful player; a better shot, faster reactions and much, much more aggressive. Ryan, though, had a better understanding of the game mechanics and the nuances of each map, and was certainly more cunning; able to lure her into traps or get her with annoying-placed claymores and killstreaks.

“Come on!”

Two dozen rounds later, and things were starting to heat up. Ryan was gritting his teeth and snarling as he played, his fingers madly hammering over the controls, desperately clambering for any advantage that he could get.

And yet, evenly matched.

Pepper sigh happily, a contented grin spreading across her muzzle. After so much effort, so much wrestling back and forth, she finally set the controller down. Twelve apiece. There was no frustration in her voice or body language, just a mild, warm satisfaction. It was challenge she hadn’t enjoyed in quite some time.Pepper turned to the fox, laughing, and pulling him into a one-armed hug.

"Sly fox! That was a lot more fun than playing with Spear." She pulled out another stick of gum, thrusting it into his paws. He deserved a treat. "You must practice a lot, hmm?"

Ryan hummed softly into Pepper’s embrace. She smelled so sweet! It was only a single arm, but he couldn't help but allow his paw to drift onto her back, rubbing her gently. Daring a slightly bolder move, he snuck a little lower thought he fully expected her to slap it away if it settled anywhere inappropriate.

"I guess I do practice a bit, not much else to do when I'm by myself, except for chores. Mom's not home all that much, so I sometimes have the place all to myself for a whole day.. . “ He dragged the last two words out.

"Uh, she's not home until later, you know. . . "

It was his inexperience more than anything that endeared Pepper towards the fox at that particular moment. She made now outward change in her mannerisms as the paw slid down her back, very nearly touching her rump. Slowly, though, she widened her eyes, looking down at the smaller kit, testing his courage.

“Ryan?”

“Yes?”

A few moments of silence.

With a sudden yap, the fox sprung to his feet, both his paws retreated back towards his body, his cheeks and ears flushed a little red. Urgently, he scrambled about for another game.

"Here!" he said, throwing it in the console and loading it up. *Bad Company 2. There are still a few servers up, even if it is an old game, thought we might like something a little more mature than CoD."

"Alright." She hid a toothy grin behind her paw.

The round was a little quieter than the last, with a good deal less shouting and yelling. The game was by nature, slower, but there was nonetheless a definite tension in the air now. For a while the two furs simply played, occasionally commenting or barking instructions at each other.

The softer mood continued for some time, and it was Pepper who finally broke the monotony. "Hey, where's the bathroom?"

Ryan waved his paw in the general direction, his eyes remaining glued to the screen. His ears flicked at the sound of the door clicking shut behind him, though quickly returned their focus to the game. For several moments he sat in silence, until the door creaked open again.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Yeah.” came the nonchalant reply. “You’re out of soap.”

“I’ll tell Mom.”

“Ryan?” Something warm and soft pressed to the back of his neck, and a slender pair of arms snaked their way over his shoulders and around his chest. Ears pricking and tail instantly puffing up, he twisted about in the embrace to face.

"Hey Pepper, what's with the-owwooaahh!” His eyes widened. Staring him directly in the face were the two most perfect breasts he had ever seen. Not too big, not too small. Firm and pert, covered in the most delicate layer of smooth, black fur.

A perfect fit for a paw. . .

“P-Pepper?”

His heart pounded. Was this normal? His best friend's sister had just taken her shirt off, baring herself for him to see. He could scarcely believe it was real as he eyed the she-wolf up, unashamedly taking in her bust, her bare neck and shoulders, fighting the urge to reach out and touch. It wasn’t just her breasts. The overly tight jeans she wore deliciously framed her hips and accentuated her flat, tight midriff, the fur a slightly lighter shade than the rest of her.

His eyes shot back to the screen, face flushed with embarrassment.

"Uh. . . uh. . . P-pepper, the. . . um, next round is a-about to start. . ."

He could barely hold his controller, let alone play the game. What was he supposed to do now?!

“Oh? Is it?”

Mild surprise spread across her face. Pepper had half expected him to jump away from her, though she supposed him being frozen in shock was equally likely in retrospect. With a brief pet on his head and a slight smirk, she removed her arms from his body and flopped to the side, still giving the young kit a incredible eyeful of her assets.

 "Alright, if that’s what you're really into, fox."

Casually flicking her shirt and bra to the side, Pepper took up her controller, stretching out and shuffling closer to Ryan. "Don't hold back just because I'm a girl!" 

The words came out with a flutter of her eyes. Her garments remained discarded - it seemed she was going to play without putting her shirt back on!

“Sure, hope you’re ready!” Ryan responded. There was an obvious waver in his voice.

Pepper stole a glance upward at the kit. Ryan was blushing so much that he was putting the 'red' back into red fox. Through the first few minutes of play, her goal was to get ahead, perhaps get him a little flustered and worked up, if not via her blatant display, then at the very least by posting a better score than him in-game.

"Hey, you seem to really be slacking off this time. What's wrong, pup?" 

As if there was any question as to the distraction! It was painfully obvious that his eyes were flicking between the screen and her chest every few seconds. “Oh, sorry, I. . .”

Just as a critical capture point was about to be lost, Pepper again saw Ryan’s head tilt, feeling his gaze upon her fur. Ensured of his attention in that moment, she slowly and obviously lowered the controller to her crotch, tucking it between her thighs and pressing it up against her nethers. Eyelids closing, she depressed the trigger, holding it down and allowing her in-game weapon to empty itself. The gamepad rumbled and vibrated against her, a soft moan escaping her lips for the few seconds in which the pleasure shot through her body. Magazine empty, she pulled it free and tapped the reload button.

"Um, excuse me, Ryan. You're causing us to lose right now."

How could he focus on the game with a topless girl sitting next to him? It just wasn't fair! His eyes kept darting back and forth, taking in her curves, eating her up, scanning over her nipples and down her belly to her crotch.

"Oh. . . I, um . . . shit!"

He was doing terribly, letting his team down and looking like a complete amateur in front of the she-wolf. When she had dropped the controller to her nethers, moaning with half-lidded eyes as the vibrations coursed through her, Ryan had all but completely lost his composure. The gamepad hung limp in his paws, and he simple stared with his jaw hanging slack and open, allowing the enemy team to completely overrun the final point and win the game.

"Shit! Damn! Sorry, P-Pepper."

She merely shrugged, completely unconcerned with the outcome of the game.

Ryan took a few deep breaths as the next round loaded up, trying in earnest to force the image of those perfect, round tits from his mind. Tits he so badly wanted to touch, to feel, to suckle on and smother his face in. Finally loading in, he set out with renewed focus. He had been matched onto the opposing team, and wasn't about to let a pair of breasts distract him again. He had to show this she-wolf that he had some guts, that he wouldn't just fold because she had teased him a little.

Even if his foxhood was throbbing, painful and rock-hard, in his pants.

“Yeah!”

He managed to take the first point relatively quickly, setting up with a rifle and overwatching. He saw Pepper's screen-name pop up and fill his sights. With a grin, he fired, scoring himself a headshot on the female from a good distance away.

"Yeah, eat it!"

He quickly relocated, securing a new location and repeating the process when she respawned.

"EAT IT!"

He was getting excited, the thought of her breasts almost gone from his head as he lined up for the third shot, his third kill in a row against her.

Bingo!

"HA!" he practically shouted. "EAT IT, BITCH!"

Pepper couldn’t help but grit her fangs. Three times in a row, that was it! This called for something more, something a little special. If a bare chest wasn’t going to cut it, she’d have to step up her game.

Her paws snaked their way up her belly, her fingers curling about one of her supple breasts and flicking over the nipple. Making a rather obvious show of moaning and arching her back, she shoved the controller between her two mounds, and as she had done with her crotch, pressed down on the trigger. It wasn’t simply the vibrations and jiggling that it caused, it was the sheer sight of an object lodged between them. If the moaning and slow, sensual licking of her lips fell short, then Ryan’s imagination would take care of the rest.

"Oooh, yes, I'll eat it alright!" 

The controller fell from Ryan’s paws, clattering across the floor.

That had done it. With a toothy grin, she slowly stood up, gingerly removing the controller from her breasts and tucking it again in between her thighs. Her hips swayed from side to side and her tail swished, wafting her needy, feminine scent over Ryan.

Strangely familiar. . .

His thoughts as such were immediately driven from his mind as she sat down in his lap, keeping her legs pressed together, the controller now lodged tightly between her thighs. Pepper’s arms settled either side of his head and she leaned forward, placing her breasts within a few inches of the fox’s face. The rocking and waving of her hips continued, prodding at his chest with the exposed portion of the controller.

"Push the button. . . Ryan."

Any resistance to her advances shattered in that instant. He pressed the button. He had to. How could he not? With it held down, Pepper again moaned, squeezing her thighs more tightly about the vibrations, slightly scissoring them together. Her warm breath flowed over his face, and a slight damp patch appeared in the crotch of her jeans. When the clip finally ran out and the rumbling stopped, she slid down his torso, pressing her breasts to his chest and whispering heavily in his ear.

"Now it's three to one, fox."

Removing her body from his revealed her ploy. Not only had she found him, camping away in a corner of the map, she’d lined him up in her crosshairs then made the fox fire the shot into his head.

Ryan, however, was far, far too engrossed in other matters to pay much attention to what had happened on the screen. As he had pressed the button, the wild, tangy scent of her arousal pieced his senses. This wasn’t just a game anymore, not just a flirt, this was something decidedly sexual. He had thought that they had just come up here to play games, and that he might get himself a kiss at the end of the night if he played his cards right and impressed her.

But here and now, Ryan was getting much more than that. His hormones were raging, demanding that he take this opportunity, take this wolf bitch and make her his own. He whimpered a little as she sat back down, almost on the verge of pleading with her to let him sniff at her for just a moment longer.

Wrenching his eyes away from the she-wolf, he returned his attention to the game.

"Ah, fuck!" He was dead again. His team had lost. Again.

He threw the controller down in frustration. He had to win the next one, his pride depended on it! He scrambled through his game library, searching for something, anything that might give him the edge.

"Ah-ha!"

He pulled out Gran Turismo, holding it gleefully in front of himself before ramming it into the console. There wouldn't be any online play this time, it would just be the fox and the wolf. He liked his chances; no girl he had ever met or heard of liked racing games; they were so definitively a masculine thing.

With his heart pumping as it was, he was probably acting a little too boldly despite being as nervous as he could ever recall. More nervous than he had ever been before. Gulping down the lump in his throat, he did his utmost to hide the quiver in his voice.

"Ready to go down, b-bitch?"

The sound of his voice; a little nervous, but very, very eager, sent a shiver down Pepper’s spine. She squeezed her thighs together, grinding the still-present wetness into her panties. What would he do, pounce her next? She loved teasing him, and wondered when he might break. All the fox had to do was ask, but if he wanted to keep letting himself go through this, she wasn't stopping him.

Pepper picked her vehicle. Though somewhat lacking in top speed, the numbers on the screen suggested it had excellent handling and acceleration. Good enough to win, right?

Of course.

The race started, and true to her nature, Pepper dashed ahead, screaming to the front of the pack well before the first turn. Still, her vehicle topped out quickly, and before she was able to respond, Ryan’s car flashed past, putting a few hundred feet on her before suddenly breaking for the bend.

The advantage didn’t last. Pepper had assumed he would have some trick like this prepare, and had anticipated his move. Throwing caution to the wind, she waited until the very last minute to break, rebounding off a few of the AI vehicles before mashing her finger on the gas and opening up a substantial lead.

"Hah! Eat that, fox!"

Ryan growled. It had to be an error, a glitch in the game or something. How could she had taken that corner so quickly? It didn't matter; Pepper's car wasn't fast enough to stay ahead for long. Soon, the fox again found himself in the lead.

As before, however, she rocketed through the upcoming corner. And the next. And the one after that. For each of the three laps she would dance ahead of him, bouncing and skidding across the track surface, making a mockery of the supposed simulationist nature of the the game.

“Eat. . . THAT!”

The race ended with Pepper as the clear winner. Dropping the controller down beside her with a contented sigh, she again shuffled up against Ryan, tracing her finger up and down his arm. 

"Hey!" he protested. "You cheated!"

He jerked his arm back, folding it across his chest and turning his head away from Pepper. ". . . girls are always making fun of me."

"Fox, you really need to learn about map glitches and shortcuts. . ." She rose back up, and took a few steps towards him.

“Don’t feel bad, we don’t have to play games aaaaaaaall afternoon.”

However bad he might have felt, those feelings lasted all of three seconds as Pepper straddled his lap. This wasn’t the cute, teasing sit she had given him last time, even though a quick wiggle of her rump has suggested something a little more. Spreading her thighs out, she placed her legs either side of his and sunk down, thrusting her own crotch against his. Unrestrained, the scent of her excitement freely assaulting his nose. That alluring, sensuous essence.

"What time was your mom coming back again?"

A single bead of drool fell from his maw. He. . . wanted it. Needed it. He had to taste it, to bury his muzzle into it and scoop it from its very source.

"Uh. . .Pepper, what. . ."

He was cut off by a sudden, shuddering moan from the she-wolf. She ground and mashed her crotch against him, gyrating and bucking, pressing her sensitive regions into his. Her warm thighs pressed into him, rubbing along his own, sending shivers through his entire body. How he wished they weren't covered by jeans! Her bare breasts were now directly in front of him, almost touching his face, simply waiting for him to snake his tongue out for a lick, a simple taste of what was on offer.

Was it for him?

There was no way that Pepper wouldn't be able to feel his erection through his own pants; his loins were on fire! He throbbed painfully, his shaft and sack aching as this gorgeous female lavished her stunning body over him. With a tremble, he allowed his paws to sneak around behind her, holding her by the waist and pulling her a little closer. Again, they sunk lower, though this time, he didn't stop. They came to rest upon her rump, not squeezing, just feeling her, revelling in the taboo knowledge that he was groping his best friend’s half-naked sister.

He gulped, starting her in her wild, yellow eyes. ". . . did you want to play next?"

"You."

One word. A paw was placed on the back of Ryan's head, pushing him forward and into her chest. This late in the day, the peppermint scent had long since faded, with only her raw, feral, feminine allure remaining. A combination of sweat, arousal and her own, natural aroma.

"Lick and suck," she ordered with a heavy pant.

Unable to talk, and scarcely able to breath, Ryan flicked his tongue out, lapping directly over her nipples, willing and eager to oblige her.

“Hmmmm. . . yes.”

Her breathing rapidly sped up, as too did her grinding. Feeling the fox’s hardness under her, she pushed herself further against him, bringing even more of her bare fur into contact with him. Slipping the tent in his pants between her thighs, she pressed down hard. Very hard. What was grinding and humping only moments ago was now all but outright fucking, save only for the pants that they both still wore.

"Cum, kit!" Pepper gave another hard grind, willing him over the edge.

"MHMMMHHMPPPHHFF!"

His efforts rose to a crazed level of tongue action as he came in his pants. Pepper's thigh's had just been too much for him, the situation simply too erotic for the virgin kit to survive; all that separated his foxhood from her dripping sex was a few thin layers of increasingly damp cloth. He blasted himself, coating the inside of his underwear with his seed as he whimpered into her chest.

“Awww, poor little kit. I was hoping we might be able to do a little more. . .”

Pushing herself back, she stood before him, her fur slightly slick and matted from the sweat they had both produced. Her paws hooked into the waistband of her jeans and slid them down, the tight fit taking her panties with them in a single motion.

“Strip.”

Ryan had never sprang into action quicker. His paws tore at his shirt, practically tearing the garment from his chest as he rather awkwardly wiggled his way out of his pants, kicking them aside and sitting in nothing but his boxer shorts.

“All of it, kit.”

The underwear, too, were tossed.

“Better.” Pepper placed her foot on his chest, gently pushing him over and onto his back, the comfortable bean-bag fluffing out under him. Sliding down, she sat her damp pussy upon his thighs, slowly sliding up and down and smearing her juices into his fur. Her paws scratched across his chest before settling on his own nethers, gently grasping at his semi-hard length.

"Oh, come on, only one shot in this?" She shuffled forward into a cowgirl position and kissed the side of his cock with her cunt, grinding against him, hotdogging him between the warm outer folds. 

Ryan almost screamed as he felt something glorious, wet and warm touch his cock. He didn't need to look down, he knew what it was. He knew that this she-wolf was rubbing her cunt along his length, smearing it with her juices. He wasn't monstrous in that department, but he was workable. Enough for what he hoped was about to come.

"You feel that?” she hummed, sensing the tension in his shaft and sack, “Don't you want that? Don't you want your friend's sister?"

"Y. . .yes!" he gasped, finally finding his voice. "I want. . . you, Pepper!"

“Me? Or. . . this?” She reached down, dipping two of her fingers into her snatch and pumping back and forth. Wet, sodden sounds filled Ryan’s ears and the scent, already beyond what he thought he could handle, intensified even more.

"Mmm, you're a decent size, bet you'd feel a lot better than these fingers." 

Her fingers jammed into her cunt, she masturbated openly for him, moaning and twisting her body, before pulling out the slick, damp digits and running them across the fox’s nose.

And then his lips.

With a flash of her fangs, she forced them inside his muzzle, purposefully pressing them down into his tongue, giving him an all out oral experience of her flavour, a flavour that Ryan eagerly engulfed. He curled his tongue up and around the intruding digits, sucking her essence from them, tasting her unbearably, mind-blowingly intoxicating flavour. His cock was rock hard. Young and virile, he was more than ready to go again.

"How's that?” she cooed. You like the taste and smell of a pussy?"

He wanted those juices directly from the source.

"I do! Oh god, please Pepper, I love the taste of pussy! I need it! I need wolf pussy!"

He was going overboard, he knew it, completely losing all control and self-restraint. It was his first time,and he was completely lost in it, mindless with lust.

"Well, well, I can't let a fox who needs a fresh cunt go without, can I? Alright, get up."

Pepper laid down in his place, sliding her thighs past each other a few times before spreading her legs, knees almost touching the floor. Her wetness glistened before him, the silky fur lining her inner thighs already damp and slick with her juices, and the smell overpowering. Seizing her by the knees, Ryan lowered his head, dipping his muzzle closer and closer to the treat before him.

Only for his forehead to run into Pepper’s outstretched paw.

She waved a finger in his face with her free paw, giving his nose a flick before suddenly grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. Panting needily, she held him just out of reach, his tongue snaking out, lashing towards her sex, craving her taste.

"Lick!"

Ryan craned his neck, straining against her grip, forcing his tongue the last few inches, lapping across her folds with a few tastebuds. Instantly, Pepper gasped and gnashed her fangs together. It was exactly what she needed, but it wasn't enough. Her cunt burned with eagerness, quivering and pulsing. 

But just a bit more, just some more teasing. For both of them.

"That enough for you?” she growled, tightening the grip on his neck. “That all the bitch wolf you need?!"

“MORE!”

She let go of his neck, and let him dig in.  Ryan mashed his muzzle and tongue into the first pussy he had ever tasted, let alone seen. What he lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, whipping his tongue about inside her, splattering his muzzle with her juices and drinking up her incredible taste. He sucked hard on her clit, flicking his tongue over it, rolling back the hood and attacking it directly, sending lightning bolts of pleasure surging through her body. Pepper tossed her head back, screaming her lungs out. They were lucky no one was one, but there'd be no way to bullshit out of it. She had fox muzzle savaging her cunt, driving her mad with crazed eating, licking and sucking. No two ways about it.

"Fuck! Yes! Devour me, Ryan!"

"PEPPER!"

His tongue may not have had the width of a wolf's, or the rough texture of a cats, but he did have one thing going for him, something that made getting eaten out by a fox all the better. His tongue was slender, but long, strong, and very, very flexible. Ryan dove between her folds, licking directly at her raw, pink flesh, tasting and touching her in ways she had never felt before. He plunged into her tunnel, rubbing the tip of his pink organ over a rough he found inside. Pepper’s screams practically burst his eardrums. Her thighs trembled, paws and claws tearing and his headfur and forcing his invading muzzle further into her searing sex. Whatever he was doing, this reaction told him all he needed. He had to keep going, his own sex drive, and the sound of the moaning, screaming wolf bitch he was currently tasting, demanded it.

The flow of slick, musky fluids increased.

"God! You dirty fox! You eat better than Spear!"

She could feel it coming. Ryan wouldn't know what it meant, what was about to happen, as her pink inside began quivering over his tongue. Convulsing and contorting, she held his head firmly in place, smearing her cunt over his mouth and giving him no chance at all to breath anything other than her own erotic scent.

"You heard that, kit?!” she moaned, grinning and biting at her own lip. “Spear ate this. That's why he's so confident!"

She screamed it, yelled it at the top of his lungs. Without an ounce of remorse, she admitted that her own brother had eaten her out. And that she had loved it.

“Pep-mmmhmppff!”

It was beyond arousing for Ryan, beyond anything he could have possibly fantasied about. He wanted to talk, to say something, but he couldn’t. Every fibre of his being demanded that he keep his muzzle sealing tightly over his best friend’s sister’s Cunt. Images filled his head, images of Pepper offering herself to Spear, letting his tongue bring her to squirting orgasm after squirting orgasm. Ryan's cock twitched with every lick her gave her, harder than it had ever been before, so hard that Pepper could see every single pulse of his heart, every single throb of every single vein. Furiously he continued to consume her, continue to eat her out as if he was starved. And he had been. Starved of pussy, he simply couldn't stop, and the wolfess was feeling every single ounce of his desire as her cunt was vicariously pleasured and lavished.

“That’s it, fox! He was good, you know. . .”

Confronting her taboo, admitting her sin in the open like that, something she had never before done, sent her cascading over the edge.. A faucet of the biggest orgasm she could recall, save for the one she had just confessed to, jetted into his mouth. She howled, wild and raw, loud enough for even the distant neighbours to hear. Waves of femmy cum filled the fox’s muzzle, spilling over his lips and dribbling down his chin. Her grip became vice-like in its strength, and Ryan found himself pressed harder still into her canine cunt. Each spurt came with a gasp, each buck of her hips spreading more of her scent over the fox’s face. Finally, after a half minute of pure, mindless bliss, she relaxed, allowing Ryan his first gulps of fresh air.

“W-wow.”

“You mean. . ." he said, pulling his head from between her legs.. "You. . . you and Spear?"

Ignoring the question, Pepper grabbed Ryan forcefully by the shoulders and pushed him down, pinning him. "What a lovely little toy you have in that mouth of yours. Let me taste it."

Locking her lips to his for the second time that day, she forced her tongue past the fox’s teeth and into his maw. She lapped eagerly into the tainted muzzle, her own flavor seeped into every inch of his mouth. As she swallowed over the musky sponge, she reached down, gripping the dripping, pulsating cock. His heartbeat was racing, easily felt through his fox flesh, pulsating in her paw. He didn’t have long to go; even the light touch she had just given him had him close to the edge. 

It didn't matter if it was Ryan's first time, that he wouldn’t last more than half a minute, she wanted to make every second count. Squeezing the fox's length, she ran the tip up and down her cunt, pausing to press her clit down into the throbbing hardness. Pausing for the briefest moment, she locked her savage, yellow eyes with Ryan’s before suddenly biting down on his neck

""Yes, you heard me! I said, Spear ate my pussy!

A sudden, intense sensation flooded over Ryan. With a growl, Pepper slammed her hips down, taking the fox completely inside herself in a single instant. Without pausing, without thinking about the lack of protection or just how quickly it had all happened, she pulled herself up and slammed down a second time, sending the fox yelping and yapping under her. Bouncing madly, tongue hanging listlessly from her maw, she slurred the words out, her own world becoming overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Mmm, He came in when I was masturbating, all shy like you. I told him not to leave, and we stained my bed! He asked to keep my panites!"

"Fuck!" he screamed "That's. . . so fucking hot! What. . . did you do. . . ohhhhh. . . did you give him your panties?"

He couldn't believe what he had heard. Why hadn't Spear told him about this? It was. . . so incredibly arousing. While his foxhood may still have had an extra inch or two to grow, he was as hard as granite, as hard as it was possible to get. Painfully throbbing and pulsating, he relished every inch of her cunt, moaning as it slid over his length again and again, her tight walls clamping down on him, bringing him to the very edge.

“I did.”

Ryan desperately wanted to cum inside her, to fill her with his seed. He had never felt an urge so strong. Half an hour ago, and he had been a virgin. Now, his foxhood was slamming in and out of a heated, dripping wolf cunt. He did his best, bucking his hips a little like he had seen in his porno videos. It didn't really matter, not at this point; both furs were so mad and crazed with lust that release was seconds away.

“P-please. . . I want. . .  I want. . .”

Pepper was panting hard, her head thrown back as her hips pistoned her pussy up and down his shaft. Another orgasm was rushing in. "Ooh, I can feel you wanting to tie? You want to cum in me?" 

"Please. . . can I. . . cum inside you, Pepper? I REALLY WANT TO!"

With an evil grin, the bouncing and fucking stopped, and she slid her soaked, dripping cunt from his shaft. “Sorry, I don’t fuck first date.”

“B-but wasn’t that-”

“Doesn’t count. Don’t worry, kit, I’ll get you there.’

Pepper dove her face down, burying him into her muzzle up to the hilt, swallowing hard over his shaft as her tongue set to work lapping and curling, licking and slathering over his foxhood. As she devoured the masculine organ, her own fingers found her aching snatch, plunging inside and fucking herself as hard as the muscles in her arm would allow. A guttural growl escaped her throat as the pressure in her pussy heightened. She was almost worried about cumming first, embarrassing herself in front of the inexperienced kit and reducing herself to a quivering, orgasmic mess.

Almost.

Ryan blew just before she did. What was supposed to take thirty seconds took closer to ten. A snarl escaped from between his gritted teeth as he burst, flooding Pepper’s mouth with ropes of his cum. The wolfess gulped down, sucking every last bit of his seed from his spurting tip, not wasting a single drop. Her own shattering climax hit as she was swallowing the last of his essence, spraying her own fingers with her juices and growling about his still-hard cock.

Her paw sped up.

Unable to focus on anything but riding out her own orgasm, Ryan’s foxhood slipped from her maw with a wet pop, and she collapse atop him, still wildly fingering herself. A final crest and a long, drawn out, shuddering moan and the final few spurts of her cum dripped from her cunt, staining the bean bag beneath them with her scent.

“Hmmmm. . . “ For a few moment, she returned her muzzle and tongue to his cock, licking gently with the occasional suckle over the tip as Ryan came down from his own heights.

His breathing was deep and laboured, the licks still causing rippled of pleasure to shoot through his overstimulated nervous system, teasing almost painfully at his ever so sensitive shaft.
"Can I. . . oh, FUCK PEPPER, c-can I. . . watch you masturbate. . . sometime?"

A cum-stained finger pressed to his lips. Pepper rose up, giving his tip a final lashing with her tongue, and walked to where her clothing lay crumpled. Bending down and flagging her tail up, she gave Ryan another eyeful before flicking her panties over towards him. "There, now you both have a pair."

“Uh. . .”

"And, sure. You just want to watch me cum over my fingers? Pervert." The expression of mock disgust quickly faded. "Sure, why not."

"Pepper, you're so hot. . . I want to watch you."

The panties found their way to his nose, and he inhaled deeply, glowing in post-orgasmic bliss. The fox had never cum so hard in his life; blowing his load into the muzzle of a lusty she-wolf had been one hundred times better than using his own paw. One thousand times. He could only dream of what cumming inside her would feel like.

"C-can you. . " he trailed away, his embarrassment plain to see. ". . . cum on my f-face when you do it?"

His cock started to stiffen again, ever so slightly, readying itself for another round. ". . . please?"

Pepper could feel the exhaustion coming to her. The horny, and up until very recently virgin, fox was on a sex craze. Far from the lethargy that overcame her, he was raring for more, aching to go again and again. True to his species reputation, without a doubt. In the future, the little fox is going to be a handful.

"Not right now, foxboy. Just jack off into my panties or something." she yawned.

She laid down, pulling him near herself and cuddling him, her eyes half-closed now. The world was dimming, and she could feel herself fade, though her tail wagged slowly, contentedly. "I hope you don't mind if I take a nap, kit. I'm so tired. . ."

Though they were messy, wet, and the upstairs area reeked of sex, she was simply too tired. Exhausted. Curling up beside him, the wolfess’ eyes closed, her breathing slowed and she slipped into sleep.

“. . . stupid giraffe bitch.”