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Dawn's Silhouette

By Dark Violet

As the golden trickle of consciousness returned to his body, as his paws splayed and his tails shuffled at the return of feeling, and as that slow, firm, insistent groping continued, October was sure...

This was a lovely way to wake up.

The heavy weights of sleep still dragged at his limbs as he moved them, and his head hung off the side of the small sofa - but as sure as blood pooled around his eyes and ears, it was also most certainly rushing elsewhere.

He opened his eyes, shaking off the shackles of sleep, before lifting himself up.

"Good morning..." he muttered, a grin settling on his muzzle.

The grin was returned by the Umbreon between his legs. The early morning sun gleamed through the side window of the RV, casting the smaller feral into a near-perfect silhouette, his dark shape broken only by sharp teeth, deep red eyes and intentions that alone could bundle you off into dark alleyways.

Chai said nothing. He didn't have to. His paws were doing enough talking for both of them.

Those small little digits splayed as they rubbed around the crimson fur of October's crotch, delving into the nooks of fur, sliding down and across the folds of his balls, and rubbing right up that slowly bulging sheath.

His grin filled October's mind.

October chuckled - in fact, it was more of a laugh, the tingling delights the Umbreon was creating spreading right to the tips of his paws. He splayed his legs and flopped back again, wriggling his hips in a quite involuntary, delighted manner, his nine tails twitching against the floor.

"Oh, yes..."

What more was there to say?

What more would anyone say, being woken up like this...?

His gaze wandered across the upside-down images of the rest of the RV; the stovetop, the cupboards, the dribbling tap in the sink, they were all tinged with that morning sunlight. That same sun warmed his tails, and the absence of it heralded the telling shadow of that Umbreon...

He should wake up for these mornings more often...

Chai was moving. October slowly shuffled his hips as the Umbreon clambered up on top of him with an agonising slowness, clearly designed to tease this poor Fox. October tried to fight back, to grab with his paws - but the deft little thing seemed to dodge right out of the way as he climbed on top of October's hips.

So that was his game? He wanted to be in charge of his little gambit? Well - when that pretty little rear was grinding against his bulging sheath, surrounding his emerging shaft with such enticing warmth that he couldn't help but buck up into it...

Maybe he'd allow it. This time.

Reward for his generosity came swiftly. Those grinding hips, so plump, thicker than he recalled, pressed against his shaft with a delightful pressure. The shape was exquisite - the growing length fit so snugly between the cheeks, pressing up against the base of the tail, tantalised and warmed by fur and muscle on all sides. Like a key in a thief's mould, his bulging shaft sank into to the cheeks of that shapely, wonderful rear, teasing the tailhole within.

How could he possibly resist? He grabbed it with his paws, sliding his digits under the thicker fur to trace his claws along it. A mad, possessive grasp, sure - but oh, if Chai was going to give himself like this, then October was going to enjoy it for every last opportunity it presented!

He licked his lips, savouring the teasing feeling, the burgeoning lust, the flourishing need to fuck this petulant little scamp right now! Oh, sure he's gonna squeal, but if he didn't know what he was getting into, then Chai perhaps deserved it more. Similarly, they were in the RV's public area, and mornings in the RV were not that late - but by the same token, if the others didn't realise what they had agreed to by bringing October along for this Fortuna-forsaken trip, they deserved an eyeful of a bulging Umbreon...

It was without regrets, therefore, that he lifted his head to smirk at Chai. Sharp teeth gleamed, intentions swirled around them, and as October shoved Chai into just the right place he dug his claws into those pretty hips.

"Yelp...!"

Ooooh... oooh-ho-ho! Wasn't that a delicious little sound! Chai was really something, wasn't he? He should make more of those, October decided, staring up at the Umbreon's panting face, his twitching limbs. That smile was still there, but it was now the breathless, needy smile of a little eeveelution about to get what was coming to them.

"Oh, you are going to scream my name, Chai..." October muttered, drinking in that lithe, squirming body with a shameless leer.

"Guess again."

October smiled at the petulance, a great, big, warm smile that...

...began to slide slowly away...

October looked down and up Chai's body. He was frowning now, and though his paws still shook with lust and neediness, it felt like someone was knocking on the doors of his mind, hammering to be let in with a painful insistence. As if they'd been trying to tell him something for a while now... but what-

October opened his eyes.

Sinister's lecherous grin stared back at him.

"Glad you finally decided to wake up."

There was no sun. The windows of the RV were misted with condensation and spattered with an early-morning rain in front of a dull grey sky. There was still enough ambient light to create a silhouette though - and this time, instead of the delightfully familiar smooth curves of an Umbreon, it was the ragged, unkempt fur, spiked ears and dagger-like teeth of a Mightyena that bore down on him.

October wanted to spill his frustrations, to throw her off, to at least bark an annoyed-yet-witty one liner at her - but all he could manage past the uncaring burdens of sleep was a single, plaintive...

"...hrf!?"

And that was all he managed before Sinister dropped her hips down. That shaft that had bulged at the assumed ministrations of an Umbreon, that had swollen at the idea of a tight, black tailhole, was pressed suddenly and without warning into the warm, wet walls of the Mightyena's spade.

"RrrOWF...!"

"Oh, fuck yes...!"

October blinked, squirmed, stretched and contracted his paws as he tried to shake away the blanket of sleep. An involuntary shudder passed through him, and he was forced to lay back again as those tight outer walls rubbed their way down his shaft.

Oh, Fortuna, what the hell! That teasing, manipulative bitch! Making him think it was the lovely little Chai, oh, she was going to get hers...!

"Look at you, big boy!" she sang guilefully. "Damn, you sleep heavier than Dex..."

Only problem, she really was getting hers...

October bucked his hips, then growled at Sinister's delighted gasps. He stared momentarily at the upside-down view of the shelves and floor, claws flailing at the air, before he rallied himself enough to pull his front half up.

His eyes met Sinister's. She smiled, mouth half-open, eyes lidded.

October bared his teeth and snarled. "You'd better have a damn good reason for-"

"I need cock."

October paused. Sinister didn't, her hips slamming back down onto the nubs of that growing knot with a wet sqush, only to be dragged forwards along that shaft again with a little gasp of delight.

Another growl rose in October's throat. "You are going to-"

"And you need to fuck something."

October was once again cut off and left gazing blearily at her.

"I-"

"Be a good boy then, and fuck me."

Anger and frustration boiled within him. They span themselves up, a vortex of hurt pride and indignation. When the infuriated mass hit its critical point, sparks of flame rose in his throat and claws unsheathed fully as it swam like a tidal wave through his body-

"Or you could be a bad boy... and fuck me harder."

-and collided with another tidal wave, the combined energies of lust, desires and needs. Feral callings honed over millennia fought with the emergent emotions of a civilised creature...

And the battle was over before it had barely begun.

Claws dug into Sinister's hips. Flames lanced from between gritted teeth. A growl pierced the air.

October thrust up into her with the desire of aeons.

It wasn't like it was much of a sacrifice anyway. True, Sinister's own claws did stick into his chest, and her smile made him want to bite down that pretty fuzzy neck, but he had to admit that maybe those lovely, warm, willing walls did feel amazing.

The outer lips of her cunt slid over his growing knot with each bounce, grinding against his sheath before sliding back up again to rub and massage the rest of his needy length. Her tail fluttered back and forth, twitching and flicking, occasionally rubbing and teasing his balls in a way that could only entice him to thrust up into her.

And those hips! The presence of Chai might have been the fabrication of a dream, but those hips weren't. Shapely, delightfully curved, plump and soft to the touch, and so incredible when slamming back onto his lap. He dug his claws in further, gasping in delight at the feel of them, groping with his paws as he dragged her spade back over his shaft.

"That's a good Ninetales!" Sinister shouted with glee, tongue lolling from her muzzle as she jolted up and down. "That's what I wanted to see...! That's what I wanted to feel!"

"You... rrf, I'm not doing this for bloody you!"

Sinister laughed breathlessly, closing her eyes, ears flopping up and down in time with her bounces.

"Do it for whoever you fuckin' want. Go back to imagining your pretty Umbreon for all I care." She pushed her hips down, and ground them forwards and backwards along the shaft. "Mmmmf, I got what I came here for...!"

A twinge of hurt pride zapped October's mind. For once, it didn't clash with his lust - instead, it planted a little seed of an idea.

October's lips drew back into a grin that could only be described as devilish. It wasn't a big idea - it wouldn't move mountains or sway nations. It wouldn't even sway anyone in this RV, including the only person who it really mattered right now. A small idea - but a delicious bit of payback, nonetheless...

Flame spilled from his mouth as he surged forwards, dragging Sinister's hips down with claws fully extended to slide through her fur. She yelped delightfully - her hide resisted for only a fraction of a second before the claws sank in.

"Rrrroooowwaaaaaa!"

October laughed to himself. A modicum of control, a little bit of pain on her side - sweet, sweet revenge, best served with warm blood. He thrust up into her, just as she met him coming down. Her own claws dug into his chest, drawing pain and no-doubt a healthy few drops of his own blood in retaliation. Gnashing teeth and a thrashing tail came after, and she dragged her hips up against his paws, his strength still sapped by sleep. A moment later, the control was gone - but he'd got what he wanted.

There was no turning back now. The vertigo-like heights of his orgasm were swelling in his chest, making his paws dance with the tingling anticipation that heralded the oncoming pleasure. His knot swelled, but not before Sinister foolishly - or maybe needily? - shoved her hips back against it. When he finally went over the edge, it was to musical grunts from that terrifying, beautiful Mightyena.

The rollercoaster of his orgasm stretched the moment out. Still addled by sleep, he blearily stared at nothing, Catherine Wheels spiralling through his mind like a badly-made kaleidoscope as the blood rushed away from his head. His paws shook, but he held firm with his claws, and between those and his swollen knot he held her in place as jet after jet of seed painted those tight, wet walls.

He slipped back to sobriety with a long exhale of burning air, flopping his head back off the edge of the sofa again, eyes only barely open. A smile seemed fixed to his lips, and his tails danced lazily behind him. The patter of rain was a dim sound at the corner of his attention, just under his ragged panting, and...

"Had your fun...?"

October smiled more broadly. Without even looking up or even opening his eyes, he nodded. "Oh, you have no idea..."

A back paw pressed against his stomach, giving October only a moment to prepare before he jerked in surprise as Sinister yanked her spade back over his knot after a moment of intense straining.

"Good!" Sinister said, indignation tinging her voice. "Because I'm not done yet."

October breathed out, clenching his teeth. He screwed his eyes shut as he attempted to remain stoic and unyielding as the oversensitivity of his shaft made his limbs want to spasm and jerk wildly.

But as that troublesome, loathsome Mightyena continued to have her way with his still-hard shaft, wet and cum-dripping spade grinding against the swollen knot with each bounce, and as she panted and moaned with closed eyes and a wide-open mouth, he had to admit...

This wasn't exactly a lovely way to wake up...

...but it wasn't half bad.