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"Last call!" The bartender shouted, ringing the cheap copper bell he'd hung on one corner of the bar to give the college-dive a faux old-timey feel. Mark suppressed a bit of a smirk as he nursed the last few sips of whiskey that were in his glass surrounded by melted water and a few tiny shells of icecubes.

"You sure you're okay?" Greg asked. The tiger was trying to do his best to be a good friend despite his failure as a wingman, and despite the obvious urge to get the hell out of dodge with the pretty golden retriever under his arm. A golden retriever whose tired-looking expression betrayed her irritation with their delay.

"Nah man I'm good. I'll call a cab and see you later." The tiger was hesitant, but he was already pushing the limits of his hook-up. Any longer and the girl under his arm would get tired of waiting for him and the only thing worse than not hooking up was losing a hookup. "Okay well...sorry we couldn't get you laid tonight either...see ya in class." Mark lifted a paw to give a half-hearted wave indicating he was fine as the two stumbled out, Greg's tongue halfway down her throat before he'd completely cleared the pub's doorway.

Mark supposed that it was sweet his friends were worried about him. The Irish Wolfhound was a nerdy type. He was tall... lanky really... it was partially his breed and partially luck of the draw that he looked like he had stilts for legs, and that sort of eternal-shaggy fur that would've only looked weirder closer groomed. A nerd, he'd only had one girlfriend in his life. She was a sweet panda girl who he'd broken up with a few months earlier, and his friends were concerned about him not dating. Well no, they were concerned about him not getting any... but that he had covered, he just didn't want to tell them that.

Mark lifted a paw, checking the time was indeed past 1 am. Sherri was not a girl you wanted to see before midnight. To most she was the girl that you kind of hoped to avoid seeing. The wolfhound paid his tab, and despite what he'd said to his friend, hiked up his sweater's collar and started walking in the direction opposite his apartment.

As college slang went, there was "the town bike" (the girl that everybody rides). Then there were "mopeds", (the girl that was fun to ride but you didn't want your friends to catch you on). Sherri was "the town moped" if there was such a thing. The booty-call queen, she was the type that got a deluge of texts around 3 am after other plans had fallen through, but Mark was obviously getting a crush. He'd actually been relieved when the blind date his friends had set him up on that night had fallen through, leaving his evening free.

Despite the damp, chilly November air Mark loitered briefly outside of the apartment building. Idly kicking the cobblestones of the old city road with his old sneakers to pass the time and delay a few more minutes.... just in case. There was nothing more mortifying than going up to Sherri's apartment and accidentally running into someone coming down. It was one thing to know you were getting sloppy seconds (at least) and another to catch sight of the guy who'd left the previous load.

No, scratch that. More embarrassing was the time when he'd accidentally shown up on the femme's doorstep at the same time as another guy. Sherri had been game, but that was a step too far for Mark. The canine counted five minutes on his watch... trying not to seem over-eager... to pretend to himself that he wasn't as... addicted to the lewd Hyena girl he'd been meeting up with about once a week or so. But his sheathe was already plumped, doing that annoying "tubesock" thing as he pressed the illuminated button to her floor on the elevator panel.

It wasn't an expensive building. Nice enough, but not door-man nice. Still, the elevator was clean and the short, thin industrial carpeting along the hallway leading up to the Hyena's door had been vacuumed recently. Staring at the little brass doorplate with the apartment number that was screwed onto the green-painted door the wolfhound hesitated. Taking a deep breath, puffing up his slender chest he gave a quick 3-tap knock, his folded ears perking up in anticipation of the response.

"Come in!" Shouted at an unreasonable volume for the time of night, making Mark wince as he tried the knob, finding it unlocked. Barely opening the door enough to slip inside before closing it behind him, his long, banner-like tail wagged behind him before he could help it when he saw her.

"FUCKING FAGGOT!" The Hyena screamed hoarsely at the massive television screen. Well the scream was more at the fur who'd ended her streak right before she could deploy her helicopter strike. Mark glanced out of habit to the television screen to see the latest Call of Duty displayed on the screen. Well...no one could be perfect.

The couch was a simple blue cloth thing, overstuffed it seemed to strain at its seams The fabric pushing out invitingly, mounding in the center, and the Hyena sitting right in the middle of it. Several empty junk food bags, wrappers, and 2-liter bottles were on the floor around her ankles, and she was next to oblivious about the "suitor" who she'd let inside.

Still, the Hyena couldn't look any more gorgeous to Mark if she tried. The fur of her face and the short, spiky, almost porcupinish hair that was simply combed backwards was a dull, dirty sort of grey. "Antique Silver" Mark preferred to think of the hue. Coal black lips and nose the size of... well... what Mark imagined a piece of coal was shaped like. Though her ears were currently covered by the massive earmuff style headset Mark knew them to be a dark, dusty shade that he couldn't quite place as either pink or purple. Her tongue and the inside of her cheeks were a similar pigment as well as.... other parts of her body that was intimately familiar with.

Broad-shouldered, the Hyena was built more like a bear than a wild dog. She was bigger than Mark by far. The rest of her fur save for a single swath leading down from her face, across her neck, and down her belly, and large spots randomly strewn about her, was a pale grey, the color of clean wood ash.

The Hyena was topless, unconcerned with how her massive (Mark was never quite certain how you sized a bra) breasts. Each probably the size of a beach ball, with those dark, purple/pink nipples about silver dollar sized exposed. Her chubby stomach drooped ever so slightly over the waistband of her underwear, just a pair of plaid patterned men's boxers stretched tight over those chubby thighs of hers. As she sat cross-legged, Mark was able to notice and was surprised and delighted to see her intimidatingly large toe-claws painted a pastel, Barbie pink for a change. Yup, Mark was smitten.

"EXPLOITING PIECE OF SHIT COCKMONGREL! DOES GARGLLING JIZZ MAKE YOU BETTER AT THIS GAME!?"

Mark's ears flattened although he couldn't hear the response through the surround sound headset, but Sherri's blue eyes finally flicked over to him. Raising a barbell pierced eyebrow as if she only just noticed him. Reaching up and pulling her mic closer to her lips with one paw she announced "G2G folks, I'll see you later."

This time Mark did hear, if briefly a response. "But this is a guild ma....!" The protest cut off before it could finish as the bare-chested Hyena held the button on her controller to turn the system off, lazily tossing the thing, attached headset and all aside. Smirking, showing white fangs as she eyed the wolfhound. Hungrily glancing up and down his lanky body. Mark would shiver, just slightly. Not exactly nervous as he'd done this too many times before to be really nervous. Yet still, somehow her gaze always made him feel like a piece of meat despite his showing up unannounced.

Mark hadn't brought flowers or candy, hadn't brought along a drink or movie or any pretense for "Netflix and Chill". It was obvious what he was here for and that was what she was accustomed too. Several awkward (For him) moments of silence as she eyed him up and down appraisingly, before giving a nod, and leaning backwards. Lifting that doughy backside of hers off the couch for a second as she grabbed her waistband, a signal he'd been accepted.

Mark licked his lips. One part nervousness, one part anticipation as his tongue briefly brushed past his furry "mustache" as he watched her. The Hyena struggled. Grunting once, growling as she tugged the boxers down, bunching up along her outer thighs, entire thick body jiggling as she huffed, and slowly peeled down the men's underwear. Giving up as good enough as they finally just hung free from one dark ankle. Grumbling as she settled back down on her sofa.

The predatory smirk returned, though it was softened slightly with anticipation. Crooking a single finger in a "come-hither" motion as she parted her thighs. Spreading her legs lewdly as she sat up, giving Mark the familiar view of her sex.

Thankfully, that part of her was more carefully groomed than the rest of her. Her fur buzzed peach-fuzz short over the chubby, puffy dark vulva that pressed her black labia together, making her look tighter than she truly was. Showing off now, her jet colored claws slipped down between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy for a moment, showing Mark her dark pink...purplish insides.

The wolfhound shuffled over, obediently kneeling between her legs. Though he had to bend a little lower to place his head between her legs. The Hyena's spread-eagle stance softened and those plump thighs pressed against his long muzzle as he let his own big dark nose rest against her slightly puffy mons.

"Hehe." She giggled, her voice deep and teasing as he settled in between her legs, removing her own hand from between them to scratch his folded ears. "I forgot your muzzle tickles." That part a husky growl that made Mark's member throb.

There were no "rules" per se to a booty call with Sherri, just an understanding. She came first. They came to her, they did things her way, and she was theirs for the taking. Rules and a ritual so straightforward that it calmed the socially awkward hound, putting him at ease. He scratched her back, she'd scratch his, though her itch was far more than just himself alone could satisfy.

Still, Mark hesitated. The odds were decent that he wasn't the Hyena's first suitor that evening actually. And while the knowledge was one thing, there was the possibility that he'd get a taste of her previous partner. A thought that made him cringe. Huffing noisily though, Mark didn't smell any other male on her despite his worries, just her slightly sweaty feminine musk. Reassuring enough for the tall nerd to loll his tongue out, pressing the long broad canine appendage flat to her cunt. Overlapping it from the tip of her clit down to just below the bottom of her sex.

Sherri huffed happily, reaching down to scratch between both fold-ears simultaneously, playfully tugging the pointed tips upwards like reins for a moment as signal for him to go on. Mark slurped. Sherri had always preferred enthusiasm more than technique, lucky for him. Broad flat hound-dog tongue lapped at her sex. Stroking upwards from bottom to top of the spotted Hyena's pussy, not yet even parting the lips as he tasted her sex, her sweat, the soft yet prickly peach-fuzz of her labia and her musk.

It was a hound thing but Mark couldn't help but whine, high pitched and eager as he wriggled between her thighs, almost suffocated by her chubby legs pressed against him. He breathed through his nose, sending warm air over her lower belly that obviously tickled the plump femme. Pressing his tongue in harder now. Long upward stroking "laps" at her pussy like a dog drinking from a water bowl. Parting her lower lips now and slipping inside of her.

Sherri moaned softly, appreciatively as she played with the back of Mark's head. Running her fingers through the long orangish brown locks behind those folded ears, stroking the back of his head, and ever so gently, but insistently pressing his head against her folds. "Good puppy." She teased, but not taunted as she rolled her hips slowly upwards, rutting against his muzzle.

Mark had to stifle a sneeze as the hair of her groin tickled his nose when she grinded against him. Instead focusing on the hot wet taste on his tongue as he pressed it into her. Squeezed by the tightness of her thighs, but dragging his tongue-tip along the top of the roof of her cunt. At her urging (and insistence) he pressed the bridge of his tongue upwards, forcing it against her clit as her hips rolled.

Mark didn't know what noise Hyenas were supposed to make, but he doubted it was the growling, snarling, territorial sound that came out of the pudgy Hyena whose thighs were wrapped around his head. Bucking forwards once, lifting her hips upwards, smacking her mons against Mark's nose, making him wince once she climaxed with a feral bark, and a sensation like a small water balloon popping against his muzzle.

Mark blushed, as he always did at the wetness of her climax. Sherri moaned and leaned back into the surprisingly unmarred sofa. Her legs unclenching slowly from around the wolfhound's muzzle, allowing Mark to lick his lips of her feminine juices. Eyeing that now glistening damp slit, he lifted one hand, trying to brush some of the moisture away from his beard. Knowing he'd smell her orgasm on his fur the whole way home.

The wolfhound tried not to rush to his feet. Sitting up higher on his knees, with an elbow placed on one spindly leg he pushed himself eagerly onto his feet. Now it was his turn. Sherri at this point resembled a savage beast. Huffing and panting slightly, her massive chest rose and fell like a rumbling engine as the normally shy male presented his groin to the Hyena. Sherri dug into the canine's jeans. Grasping, her hands slipped past his waistband. Gripping him there, tugging him stumbling forward as she yanked at his jeans. Threatening to rip or tear them before thankfully the copper rivet button finally popped free. The spreading motion forcing the zipper down far enough that Mark's sheath popped out obscenely. Filling out the freed space the boxer-wrapped furry sheathe pressed out, a quarter sized spot of the grey underwear stained at the tip, slick and slippery with his pre.

The Hyena yanked again, hard enough that Mark stumbled again. Awkwardly off balance for a moment he barely avoided falling into the naked Hyena. Blushing as she forced his boxers down, his sheathe springing free, bobbing at the motion of the elastic waistband of his underwear suddenly forced down around his knees in one smooth fluid movement. Sherri wasn't the type to play it coy. Immediately gripping his sheathe, wrapping a dark furred paw around the pale tawny bulge of fur. Her other hand dropped down, hoisting Mark's heavy sac. Feeling the near velvet fur of his coinpurse in her fingers, lifting it slightly so the weight rested squarely in her palm. Gripping that sheathe, Mark's shaft throbbed and swelled inside it. That crimson "lipstick" tip already exposed, Sherri squeezed and massaged and jerked down somewhat roughly, forcing more and more of her partner's shaft out.

The wolfhound was completely hard in an instant. Throbbing at his full, impressive red and purple veined length. Save for that subtle bulge, the swell just above his sheath that would be his knot moments before he finally unleashed. Mark shivered at both the cold air, and the Hyena's hungry look as her dusty pink tongue slid along her ebony lips for a moment before leaning over him. Huffing, the bear-sized canine softly exhaled. Blowing warm air over the dog's bone that jumped as it throbbed, slinging another string of pre across and the back of her hand before she slid him into her mouth as if she was going to swallow him whole.

Teasing for a moment, her hot breath wrapped around the dog's dick as she held him in her wide-open mouth. Gripping his red rocket around the base, just above the mouth of his sheathe she let him rest softly on her tongue. Open-mounted for so long a trickle of saliva pooled in the corner of her lips before finally closing her maw, wrapping her lips around Mark's cock.

Mark shivered, offering a quite moan at the sensation as he awkwardly moved his hands, placing them first on his side, on his hips, then sliding them down to his thighs, afraid to place them on the back of the Hyena's short spiky hair for fear of sending the wrong message. She was the one in charge here after all. Mark fought off a shudder, wanting to lift one leg and thump it against the ground at the sensation, having to fight it. His leg still twitched and wriggled in protest as she sucked him off.

Those thick black lips wrapped around his dick just an inch or so below his tapered red tip. Adjusting her grip, she moved her head bobbing that hot wet muzzle down. Her lips pursed firmly, sliding along his throbbing red and purple cock down inch after inch before bobbing her head back, letting the cool air hit the saliva coated rod for a few moments before slipping her maw back down, taking him in a few more inches. The Hyena's tongue hung over her bottom lip, slippery, snug against the underside of his cock as she applied a gentle suckling pressure.

It was almost torture. Mark tried to think about baseball as she palmed his balls. Rubbing and occasionally gently tugging the furry sac while she blew him. He couldn't cum... not yet.... but it didn't help that he didn't know anything about sports. Gasping as she pulled her mouth off him, Mark briefly imagined a cartoonish champagne cork pop when he bobbed free. His own tongue lolled out of his mouth, panting as his thin chest heaved under his t-shirt and sweater. Pausing for a second before fumbling awkwardly through one pocket.

Sherri waited. Sitting on the couch expectantly, she smirked at eye-level to the wolfhound's dick. Holding out her dark paw impatiently, before he finally found what he was looking for and dropped the noisy, crinkling, shiny blue-silver package into her paw. Sherri unwrapped it delicately. Coal black nails carefully pinching it as she pulled it open to reveal the opaque white latex disc of the canine condom. Prodding it, finding the pointed tip before she lifted it to her mouth, carefully situating the thick rubber ring against her teeth before lowering her head.

Sherri's mouth enveloped him again, but only briefly. Slipping the condom on slowly as she brought his wet and throbbing member into her mouth and into that latex sheathe. This time she took Mark to his hilt, her big jet black nose brushing the rough fur of his groin. Gripping his sheathe she tugged it firmly, exposing those last few inches before carefully sliding her lips away. Still gripping the dog-cock possessively she briefly inspected her handiwork. Giving the latex a pinch here, and a little tug there, making sure his package was wrapped securely before letting go and leaning back with a groan.

The Hyena sounded like a building collapsing, or maybe just a bear waking up from hibernation as she lay back on the sofa, spreading her large legs invitingly for Mark to clamber between her thighs. Leaning heavily on one arm rest for support she crooked a single finger again, beckoning the wolfhound. Mark rushed, his hard member bobbing spring-like at its full engorged size as he slid onto his knees, onto the couch, pressing firmly between the Hyena's thighs. Leaning down against her soft and malleable frame as he held the base of his own shaft, angling it to her lips.

Sherri's chubby, puffy vulva held the wet lips of her labia deceptively snug. As Mark found his target, the tip of his red member slipped easily between the dark wet lips. His one hand placed itself firmly on one of the Hyena's huge tits, and the other on her thigh, holding himself to her as he rolled his hips, easily sinking the sizeable dick inside of the late-night booty-call's snatch,. He drew a predatory rolling growl in addition to a moan, and noisy huff of an exhale from Sherri's snuffling nose.

Mark shivered. Grinding his hips forward with only the faintest resistance before he found himself hilted, he had to flex, and clench that lower muscle somewhere deep down in his belly to keep from climaxing already. His hamstrings flexed, quivering and spasming uncontrollably as he held himself tight against her, trying to force himself still as not to cum.

For her part, Sherri wasn't making it any easier for him. Wrapping her hands around his shoulders, her dark claw-tips gently raking the back of it as she held him, leaning up to him, squishing his hand against her breasts, and her breasts against his chest as she panted softly into his ear. Her thick, pudgy thighs squeezed his shaft between her legs, providing extra sensation as he finally began rutting. Firm, but slow rolling thrusts up inside of her, barely pulling back an inch or two before sinking back inside that damp cunt.

Mark tried to angle his thrusts, rolling his hips as he tried to force that tapered tip of his crimson and purple shaft up against the top of her sex, pretending like he was angling at her bellybutton from the inside. The reaction it got showed that he was on the right track at least, as Sherri growled, and seized one of his flop-ears in her teeth, gripping it snugly, but not painfully as she pressed her chubby body up against him.

Gods...this was why Mark -needed- her. His panda girlfriend had been.... accommodating... willing but shy and oh so very passive. Mark had never felt like the black and white bear had wanted him, -needed- him like Sherri did. Sherri acted -hungrily-. Like she was starving and his dick was the only thing that could satisfy her. Mark shivered at the thought, roughly slamming his hips suddenly, forcing his groin against her mons with a noisy smacking sound.

There wasn't any room for technique left. Mark began rutting as fast and as hard as he could. Not pulling his cock barely an inch from her as he pounded the Hyena's dark snatch. Using his knees, wedging them firmly into the sofa cushion as he fucked her, causing her entire chubby body to jiggle in waves as he pounded his lower body against hers.

Sherri came first. She was "easy" in more ways than one and it didn't take much to get her off. Whether Mark had managed to hit that g-spot of hers consistently, or maybe just the bestial nature she'd managed to drag out of the shy and awkward wolfhound, she clenched him. Grabbing his shoulders, claws digging into his fur and painfully pinching his flesh as her wobbling thighs pressed -firmly- against him, trapping his lower body against her much larger frame.

That was too much for Mark, a noisy bark slipping out in addition to the pants and gasps, his hamstrings and thighs quivered again and this time he couldn't fight it off. Groaning he rolled into her, pressing himself as tightly as he could, arching his back as he came. The heavy dark tan coinpurse drawing up tight to his body as his knot swelled, the easily tennis ball sized bulge inflating as his cock throbbed, pulsed and spat, unloading his seed in several wet spurts.

Mark's banner-like tail wagged as he collapsed on top of the Hyena, who curled her fingers through his long hair, and the wolfhound muttered blearily. "I love you." "Hmm?" "N-nothing..." Sherri let the subject drop as she continued to stroke his hair while he regained his breath.

Twenty or so minutes later, Mark carefully, wincing, pulled free from the Hyena's embracing snatch. Making a face, momentarily both proud, and sort of grossed out by the mess he'd made in the ballooned-out condom that sloshed as he carefully peeled it off of himself, tying it in a knot to dispose of. There was silence... well... quiet as the Hyena smirked and rumbled happily, satisfied, her legs held slightly open, one dangling off the sofa, her own climax visible as her own juices slid down her dark folds between her legs.

Mark dressed slowly. Trying to think of something to say but unsure what to add...to thank her? To try and press his luck again with her feelings? He shook those thoughts away as he laced up his sneakers. Standing up, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his sweater. "...Thanks." He muttered, he couldn't help it, feeling a little less foolish when the Hyena smiled and waved it off like it was nothing.

Stepping out of the apartment, the wolfhound wasn't sure if he felt better or worse before coming up there. Lifting a hand as he headed to the elevator, he brushed the long mustache-like fur along his muzzle, giving it a sniff. Yup.... smelled like her.

About an hour or so later Sherri finally headed to bed. Not bothering to shower she simply tugged those thick briefs of hers up her chubby thighs, grunting as she momentarily struggled to get them up her wide hips with a noisy snap of the elastic, locking the front door before heading into the bedroom.

The large queen bed groaned as she sat down on it, and the Hyena's boyfriend murmured quietly at the bouncing motion before she slipped underneath the covers.

"Who was that?" Said with a yawn as he adjusted the pillow under his head.

"The shaggy dog...the one nerdy one with the funny beard."

"Ahh. He's getting kind of attached isn't he?"

"Maybe.... you jealous?"

"Hmph. I know you belong to me." The otter muttered, lazily stretching an arm behind him, grasping at one of Sherri's massive rear cheeks, giving it a possessive squeeze."

"Yup. Love you hun."

"You too" The Hyena sleepily responded as she pulled the sheets up over her still-bare chest.