Vignette cuddled into the warm fluff of his lover's chest. It was a bone-chilling five degrees outside and a powder of snow filled the air, soon to be a tightly-packed carpet. Neither the hyena or his deer lover, Kiba, felt the bite of the cold; they were adept at keeping one another warm and comfortable, and satisfied besides. The hyena said with a sigh, "I don't mind visiting home, but god, can it get tiresome."

The deer smiled. He slid his hands down the hyena's back slowly, occasionally sliding them up, ruffling his striped fur into swirls and tufts. "I think your folks are nice. Your mom in particular is wonderful." A kiss on Vignette's snout, then he teased, "You like your mom more than you let on. I can tell."

"Shush," Vignette groused, grinning.

Kiba slid his hands under the hyena's briefs. He said as he cupped the taught, fluffy hemispheres underneath, "Don't talk to me like that, stripey. I'll have you know I brought the ropes along."

Vignette toothily grinned. In the dark, Kiba could still catch the shine of his teeth. "Is that supposed to be a threat?"

"With you, I guess not," Kiba admitted.

The bondage was simple but delightful, the ropes silk and gentle with firm knots. Vignette was already hard by the time Kiba had cinched the last of the knots; he softly cooed, "I wouldn't trust anyone else to tie me up like this, you know. You do it so well."

The deer leaned over his prone lover. He cupped the hyena's stiffened penis and pushed down the furry tube of his sheath, then lightly mouthed his black penis, its flesh sticky with precum and the natural lubrication of its sheath. Vignette shuddered, then asked with some anticipation, "Blindfold too?"

"Of course," Kiba agreed, reaching into his bag without looking. He straddled his lover so that their naked genitals met. As he affixed the blindfold, he asked with playful sternness, "You can't see anything, now, can you? No lying."

"No sir," Vignette said, grinning and wagging his tail. "I'm totally blind now."

"Good." Kiba kissed the helpless hyena, briefly but deeply. He huffed as he left the kiss, and humped against Vignette, grinding with the bound hyena. Vignette shuddered, grinding back, but the ropes restricted all but the most clumsy and brief bucks. It was Kiba who had the power, just the way he preferred it; the deer said with some slyness, "Want to smell something nice, stripey?"

"You know I do-o-o," moaned Vignette.

Kiba didn't say a word more, but Vignette soon felt a pleasantly soft fabric brushing his nose. He was all but certain of what it was before his first sniff; after, he was positive. He said shakily, "Wh-when did you snatch those?" Another sniff, deeper and longer. Precum jetted from his penis. "Ooh, fuck, those smell amazing..."

The deer held the panties around Vignette's snout like a rag. The soft pink garment was inside out with the groin pressed to his nostrils. Kiba listened to the hyena's whining and snuffling, continuing to grind, letting the panties do most of the work. "Anyone can just reach into the laundry hamper," Kiba chuckled. "Apparently your mom doesn't think anyone is perverted enough to sniff her used panties. You sure are, though."

"God, I am, yeah," Vignette groaned. "Ooh, it's been such a long time since I did this..."

Although it was eleven o'clock at night, Vignette's mother nevertheless wanted to share a treat with her son and future son-in-law. She had yet to meet anyone who didn't enjoy her homemade brownies, just now cooled enough to enjoy with a glass of milk.

Vignette had been away long enough for her closed-door etiquette to decline; she opened the bedroom door without a second thought and peered into the dark bedroom when she heard the unmistakable, if not subtle sound of sex. Her cheeks lit with a blush. She began to close the door as quietly as she could when the slightly muffled words of her son snared her attention.

"You can pick on me all you want, I'm not ashamed to say my mom's panties have always smelled good."

Kiba turned his head at the sound of the door; he made no effort to silence Vignette, however, and didn't let on that he knew the lady was watching. He slid the panties over Vignette's snout so that his nose was in the seat, then asked lewdly, "What about now, stripey? Do you like the smell of your mom's ass, too?"