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!" 
 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
"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!” 
 
#   #   #   #   # 
 
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.”