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--The night before

A pay-per-view live boxing match played out on the wall-mounted plasma TV, and the girls on the couch whooped and laughed with the most vicious blows. Four tall and stout liquor bottles sat on the table, drained of their contents. Two had held vodka, one tequila, one absinthe. Shorter, more plain beer bottles were arranged haphazardly nearby like guards around castle towers, and the guest in the home plunked her latest empty down among the front lines.

"Beer me!" she started to cry, belching on the second word. As if the belch had a rocket thrust, she slammed back into the couch and laughed idiotically. Her chattering hyena laugh was piercing.

Andrea dipped her fingers into the cooler by her foot. She fished a bottle out of the ice and shoved it into the hyena's grip. "Lousy bitch. You brought one bottle of vodka and you're drinking all my fucking beer." She was grinning hugely, tiger teeth glistening.

"One bottle's all I could fit in my coat!" the hyena snapped, figuratively and then literally. Her bone-crushing teeth gnashed together inches from Andrea's snout. "So shut up! That store knows I steal shit anyway! Last time I was in jail, it sucked."

The tiger shoved her guest back by her short snout. The hyena's jaws clapped again. "Blow it out your ass. My little jailbird, Ashleigh."

Ash bristled. Her drunk eyes narrowed to slits like viewports on a tank. "Don't call me that. Dumb name."

Despite her size and musculature, Andrea didn't want a fight with the hyena. Even drunk off her ass compared to Andrea, Ash was a brute in a fight. The bloody knuckles and black eyes Ash came to work with never worried Andrea; she knew whoever the hyena had fought with was in a hospital room.

"Sorry," the tiger muttered, meaning it without buckling too far. "Hey." She gestured at the TV with the neck of her bottle. "You digging the fight?"

It was like a switch had been flipped. Ash grinned placidly. "Yeah! I'd give 'em shit to hit each other with, though. Like beer bottles. Beer bottles!" she cried, holding up her beer triumphantly.

"Yeah, beer bottles," Andrea blandly agreed, staring at the clock on her bookshelf. It was an expensive device, projecting the time as a hologram, and it had been a gift from a friend. Evidently she found the current time - 8:47 - unsatisfactory. She sunk into the couch and huffed.

The hyena and tiger tipped back a few more, and they watched the match drag on and on. Neither of them were sure when the bottom fell out, but the match had stopped being exciting. One of the boxers, the wolf whose money Andrea was on, was coming out ahead but he was turtling. His opponent, an otter barely in the same weight class, was more appealing to the baser instincts of Ash and Andrea. His face and chest were drenched with blood and his eyes were swelled nearly shut, yet he tried his hardest to keep swinging.

A glint of light on the window caught Andrea's eye. Ash, busy sucking the foam out of her beer bottle, didn't notice it. The tiger was about to say something, but Ash slammed her bottle down, rattling the others.

Ash stood, wobbled forward, wobbled back, straightened herself out. "I gotta piss!" she announced, and trudged toward the bathroom. Andrea heard her bumping and stumbling every step of the way, like a thunderstorm receding into the distance.

A fine car pulled into the driveway, boxing in Andrea's SUV but leaving room for Ash's truck to leave. The silver, sleek Lamborghini rumbled, then fell silent, and a very tall creature exited and made his way to the front door. His steps were unenthusiastically sluggish, like those of a child heading out to mow the lawn in the dog days of summer.

Andrea was up as soon as she heard the Lambo's familiar engine. Ash bumbled her way out of the hallway with her fly open and droplets of urine on her feet. When the visitor knocked on the door, Ashleigh said giddily, "Visito-o-or! I got it!"

"Ash, no, for god's sake," Andrea said as she tried to intercept the hyena.

Ash was more slippery than Andrea gave her credit for. Her drunken body slithered out of the Andrea's grasp and the tiger, also inebriated, stumbled and then crashed into the floor. The entryway rug bunched under her knees.

The hyena opened the door. Light from the entryway washed across the visitor's body. Ash, even in her drunk state, needed barely two seconds to realize who was standing in front of her. "Oh, holy shit! I know you! Like-, your music! It's awesome!"

A bemused, but pleased smile made its way across Kahnso's face. He sized up the muscular hyena, noting how she bounced from one foot to the other with the sloshing movements of the obviously drunk. "Hey, baby. Thanks."

Andrea, grousing, pulled Ash back and then pulled Kahnso in by the arm. "Letting moths in," she grumbled. "Ash - you know this guy? What the hell?"

"I know about him. His music! This is Kocaine Kahnso, right? Fuck yeah, right?" Ash's nipples poked excitedly through her shirt which had been crudely cut into something resembling a sports bra. Two rows of brown nipples stood erect down her taut belly. "Oh, shit! Is this the guy you wanted me to meet?"

Kahnso and Andrea, both wearing opposite expressions, stared at Ashleigh. Andrea turned her irritated gaze on the large fox. "Kahnso - this is Ash. Friend of mine. Got a big dick like mine, and she's gonna fuck you."

"That's nice," Kahnso said meekly, losing his smile.

"Wait wait wa-a-ait a second!" Ash bellowed. She was a theatrical drunk. She belched to cap off the interjection, and the olfactory ghost of hot wings filled the immediate area. "I'm gonna fuck Kahnso? Like, in the butt? He doesn't do that! He fucks other people's butts."

"Yeah, he doesn't do that," Kahnso chimed in, grinning at Andrea challengingly.

"Shut the fuck up, smart ass," the tiger warned, glaring hellishly at Kahnso. "And Ash, you think he doesn't take it in the ass, but he does. And you're gonna fuck him. Nail him like you do your other boys." She shoved the hyena toward the bedroom and dragged Kahnso along.

Ashleigh stumbled into the bedroom and sat heavily on the bed. Her head had begun to swim and she was strongly considering repainting Andrea's carpet in vomit multicolor. "Hey... nah, Kahnso doesn't take it in the butt," she stubbornly reiterated, sounding sleepy.

Kahnso sat beside Ash and slipped an arm around her back. "Hey, sweet thing, you all right?" he asked warmly. Andrea couldn't tell if he genuinely liked Ash or not.

"Ash, listen-." Andrea started, then stopped. Her expression, often one of sublime confidence, was flustered and angry. She gnashed her teeth, emulating Ashleigh without realizing it. "Kahnso, you fuck. That's what you are. A total fuck."

The rock singer urged Ash, the rather small and oddly feminine punk, into his embrace. Her breasts pushed warmly into his muscular chest and her short muzzle tucked in under his. She churred sleepily, but her tail swished in giddy, starstruck delight. "Your friend's pretty nice, babe," Kahnso said to Andrea, smiling over Ash's round ears. "I like her."

"You like me!" Ash said, feeling a rush of happy energy. She squeezed Kahnso tightly, perhaps too tightly, because he winced. "Kahnso likes me, that's so coo-oo-ool," the hyena crooned.

Andrea sat on the wooden stool near her vanity. She stared at Kahnso, whose ruby eyes were fixed on hers. She hated the grin on his face. In all her life, she had never wanted to punch someone's teeth down their throat so badly, and that was saying an awful lot. "Kahnso," she said slowly, hissing the words. "You want your sex tape out there?" Confidence returned to her voice as Kahnso's expression soured. "Want that leaked? Famed rock singer gets pounded doggystyle, that'll look good in the tabloids."

Ash eased herself away from Kahnso's warm, comforting body. "Sex tape?" The hyena asked it bemusedly enough that she seemed not to understand the concept itself, let alone that one existed which featured her precious rockstar idol being sodomized. "Another one? 'Cause you told me you were black-letter, uh, blackmailing some dude with a made-up sex tape."

Various expressions played across Kahnso and Andrea's snouts and eyes. Abject terror for Andrea; dull, but rising surprise for Kahnso. Anger for Andrea as she glared and snarled at Ash, then horror coinciding with Kahnso's narrowing eyes and lifting jowls.

"Made-up?" Kahnso spoke in a quiet, but murderously angry tone which only deception could stoke up. "That was bullshit?"

"Look at that dumb bitch, she's fucking wasted," Andrea said defensively. "That video is real as your hospital bill's about to be if you keep fucking pushing me. Remember those claw marks on your back? I'll rake you right-."

The escalating conflict unwound when Ash gagged. The sound of incoming puke was familiar to Kahnso and Andrea, both proficient drinkers. "Oh, gawd-agh," Ash burbled, clutching at her pretty snout and her taut, nippled belly. "Awgh-."

Working as a team with surprising efficiency, Kahnso and Andrea hoisted her into the en suite. Kahnso lifted the lid and Andrea lowered Ash's weakened, drunk body in front of the toilet. They let themselves out before the hyena started, and they sat back at their earlier posts, both now sullen and rarely looking at one another as Ashleigh noisily wasted the wings and nachos she had devoured.

The hyena stumbled out some time later, wiping her mouth on the back of her arm. The toilet had never flushed. "Okay. Don't know what you were arguing about. Don't care. Just wanna go home." Her eyes flitted between Andrea and Kahnso plaintively. She looked like a child watching her mother and father argue. "Drive me home?" Her eyes fixed on the rockstar, and she looked at him with childlike need. Her tail swished. "Yeah?"

Kahnso shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing keeping me here." A sneer at Andrea. He was rubbing in the salt. "Isn't that right, Andrea?"

"Go fuck yourself," the tiger said bitterly, shifting on her butt to face the vanity. Absently, she started to brush her long, brown hair.

Smiling warmly at Ash, Kahnso stood up and offered his arm to the hyena in a gentlemanly fashion. She clung to him, grinning despite her drunken fatigue. He led her out, and Andrea stayed exactly where she was, still fuming with anger. A later house call from her sexually-abused janitor at the gym didn't help the mood she was in.

Kahnso walked Ashleigh past her truck, which the hyena instinctively tried to get into. "I'm parked behind Andrea," the singer said. "Let's just take my car. We'll get your truck when you sober up, babe."

In her smashed state, Andrea didn't realize what kind of a car she was getting into. In the dark, carbon fiber and leather were just the same as anything else. She was mildly fascinated with the suicide door, but said nothing on the subject. It was only when the car rumbled into life and the instrument panel came on with a red and blue glow that the hyena expressed awe.

"Oh, man. Oh man, oh shit, is this like-, are we in the Batmobile?"

"Not exactly," Kahnso said mildly. "Lamborghini, a Huracan. And if I didn't think-, hey, buckle in, would you? If I didn't think you'd puke everywhere, I'd show you what it can do. Maybe tomorrow."

Kahnso backed out of Andrea's driveway and started down the road. There was only one way to go. Andrea's house was isolated. Perfect rape shack, he thought, frowning.

Ash begrudgingly buckled herself in - she thought of seat belts more as a suggestion, and one for pussies at that, than a law - and settled into the seat. "So, uh, are you taking me to your place? 'Cause my place is dirty. All gross and shit."

"You want to go to my place? It's an hour and a half away, sweetheart. You think you can go that long without barfing?" He started to smirk. "'Cause this car's worth more than I could get selling you for parts."

"Fuck you! My parts stay where they are," Ash said, genuinely offended. Defiantly, "Not gonna get sick."

"If you say so, baby." Kahnso turned on the radio. After it found its satellite, it began to play one of the rock stations he enjoyed. The Smashing Pumpkins' 1979 lulled the hyena to sleep within a minute.

A jag through the country and a slow drive through Los Angles later, Kahnso killed the car's engine in his spacious garage. He jostled Ash, saying warmly, "Wake up, we're at my place. You gotta wake up, baby. No sleepy-sleepy in the car."

Ash's head lolled, her mohawk bumping the window and fanning out like a brush. A droning, nasal snrrrk choked out of her sagging jaws. Kahnso shook his head. He carried the stout, but small hyena inside like she was his newly wed bride.

--The next morning

When drunk, Ashleigh always woke slowly, like an old, obsolete computer accessing worn-out tape drives. Had she actually been a computer, there would have been concerning lights and messages all over her. A hangover pounded in her temples, and it reminded her as it always did of a movie she had seen where some guy's head had been crushed in a vise until his eyeball popped loose. Then she remembered - as she always did - how awesome that was, and she started to feel a little bit better.

She lifted her snout off of the pillow. Drool crusted the satin, mimicking how it caked her fur like cheap mascara. She rolled from her belly to her side, wiped the crust absently with her scarred knuckles, rolled to her back. Her morning wood wagged in the clement air. Being nude didn't really surprise her. She slept naked most of the time. Alarm only crept into her thoughts when she opened her eyes against the mid-morning glow coming in through the curtains. Curtains? Ash didn't have curtains in her apartment, just an ugly flannel-print and moth-eaten blanket tacked above the window with nails.

The opulence of the room she was in made her think of the time she had been at a hotel as a comp for one of her best matches. That place had been nice, but not as nice as this room. She rolled out of bed, trying to ignore the gush of blood into her booze-soaked brain. Her clumsy feet brushed over her ripped-open sneakers on the floor beside the bed. On her walk to the door with her semihard penis wagging in the air and her breasts bouncing, she yawned, belched, scratched herself, and made a few other rude noises as her body fully awoke. She felt mildly clear-headed by the time she opened the door.

She looked left and saw only the end of the hall, where a couple of fancy wooden chairs which had never been used sat with an equally fancy coffee table between them. Without really looking, she started right. Her bladder had begun to ache, and she was worried she might have to go back and use the potted plant in her room.

Ash caught sight of another hyena coming down the hall. He looked at her and then looked away modestly, but Ashleigh was not a modest creature. From one spotted, brown hyena to another, she asked brusquely, "Anywhere to piss?"

Without saying a word or looking directly at the naked guest, the other hyena pointed at a door along the hallway.

Following an exceptionally long piss and with no regard for the splashing (though she remembered to flush this time), Ash walked her naked self out into the hall and briefly considered going back for her clothes. Curiosity was more important to her simple mind, and it took her out of the hall and into the foyer. From there she followed the sound of music down the stairs to the first floor, and then down another, enclosed set of stairs into the basement den.

The hyena's ears perked as the music became more obvious. The din was a song by Judas Priest, one of her favorite bands. She grinned. Audible just above the music was an irregular, heavy clatter, followed randomly by bells and chimes. When she was finally in the basement den, which stretched as far as the entire floor plan of Andrea's home, Ash laid eyes on him. The rock god, the coke-fueled rapebeast, the irrepressible Kahnso. He was at the far end of the den where a row of arcade and pinball machines stood, each one restored immaculately, beeping and chiming as they expectantly awaited quarters.

Ashleigh was grinning out of control now. She bounded across the den and leapfrogged over the leather armchair, dragging her nuts on its backrest. Her feet rushed silently through plump shag carpeting the color of dried blood. Her mark turned around from his game of pinball just in time to see the hyena, whose arms flew around him in the kind of ecstasy usually reserved for husbands coming back from war. The pinball machine taunted him for losing his last ball as his shoulder blade slammed into the hard, paneled wall, rattling the Certificate of Authenticity for the pinball machine it hung above.

"Omigod, it's you! I remember last night now!" Ashleigh cried, and mashed her crusted lips into his for a slobbery smooch. "Mmmwah! Fu-u-uck, I love you!"

An idiotic grin crested on Kahnso's face. Once stunned, he now slipped his arms around Ash's muscular, feminine body. Her nipples prodded him through his t-shirt. He realized her cock was stiffening against his leg and gave it little consideration. "I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna wake up. It's almost-."

"Let's fuck! Fuck my brains out!" the hyena said. Her gums showed in her grin, her teeth like rows of enamel war knives. "Nobody ever fucks me. Don't let 'em! I want you to fuck me right in the butt, though."

"I'm pretty happy I took you home," Kahnso said slyly. Ashleigh giggled maniacally. It was her inbuilt hyena laugh and it was particularly ugly and savage, but it had some peculiar charm. "Let's go upstairs, you and me can-."

Again Ash cut him off, this time by pulling back and swinging him by his wrists. He toppled down the two steps from his miniature arcade, going from waxed hardwood to plush carpet. His ass, then his back, then his head hit the floor, and he lay there dazed and mumbling.

She attacked when he was low, swinging herself around and dropping to her knees. Her plump ass crashed down on his face like a meteorite, his muzzle saved from a painful crush only when it slipped between her ass cheeks in its phallic way. "Lick my butt!" she demanded, beginning to chatter-giggle as hyenas did. The musky, sweaty ring of her anus winked against his nostrils, and his staggered groan was lost in her cheeks. "Gonna work on your dick. Get it wet, so you can fuck me!" she declared, shoving down his sweat pants. Her paws closed around his fat sheath greedily and she tugged it downward, exposing the topmost inch of his penis. Its smell and wetness thrilled her. A slurp - not tentative, but an all-in, slobbery lap - confirmed that he was indeed as tasty as rock royalty should be. "This is gonna be good! Kahnso is gonna fuck my butt, that's rad as fuck."

Kahnso's toes curled with Ash's tonguing. His penis twitched, drooling through the ooze of slobber the hyena laid on in heavy coats with every lick. What Ashleigh lacked in finesse was compensated for in sheer effort and a willingness to sink her teeth into problems, which was thankfully figurative in this case.

The singer's daze had worn away, but the bumps on his body ached. He breathed through his mouth out of instinct, but he chanced a sniff because the situation demanded it. Anal musk, thick and humid as an August night, flowed through his sinuses and sent a shudder through his body. His fingers found Ashleigh's thighs, then transferred to her well-defined belly. Claw tips traced her muscles, pads tweaking her nipples. Her cock drizzled its natural lube on his chest, staining what was fortunately a lazy-morning t-shirt with a mustard stain already on its belly.

Inches of thick, red foxcock slid from its damp sheath to Ashleigh's tight, dry fist with tentative slowness, but its drizzle and drip was steadier than the hyena's. Ash muttered shakily, "Lick my ass, get me wet, want'cha to fuck me," and then went down on Kahnso with admirable suddenness. Her jaws parted for the meat and her fist made way for it, leaving his meat open for the tough bimbo's mouth. Fat, knotted dick filled up Ash's big mouth easily. The musky ooze of his precum squirted into her maw, suffusing her tongue with a bitter-salty taste which was uniquely Kahnso. She uttered a slutlike mewl and pushed her ass down again, pinning Kahnso helplessly to the floor of his den.

Ash's teeth framed Kahnso's penis menacingly, but the bone-crushing knives gave weird, erotic contrast to the rest of her mouth, especially her velvet tongue which slathered and slobbered more clumsily than ever. Her fist found work again, this time helping his knot in its egress from his very snug sheath, followed by squeezing it indulgently when it was free.

"Gawd," Kahnso puffed, his words swallowed up by Ashleigh's spotted ass. He hit off of her winking asshole again, this time with the same viciousness he attacked his precious blow. This deeper, more rank hit of Ash's behind made him buck and squirm. He breathed heavily across her taint and backsack, matting down fur which had crusted from sweat and was now moistening again. Hungrily and possessively but with a hint of needfulness, he cupped her small but obvious breasts and tweaked their fat brown nipples. The hyena's body galvanized against his.

The fox plucked his nose out of Ash's musky anus. He smeared it down her taint, thinking to himself that the tabloids would love a picture of him with his snout buried in some dickchick's smelly asshole. This put a very interesting twist on things in his mind. Like how jerking off was infinitely more entertaining when it happened in a public place, knowing that his nasal sampling of this idiot hyena's ass would probably ruin his career made it into a taboo thrill.

Kahnso slurped up her sweat-caked taint, dragging the full length of his tongue across the hyena's pucker. He wasn't sure, but he thought he heard her moan. What he was sure about was the way she tightened down on his dick, sucking it harder and harder. She milked his knot as if were a stress ball. As he parked his nose into her backdoor again and took another hit of her musk, he thought in mild amusement, fuck her? I'll be lucky to get that far.

Whether it was some psychic power manifesting in the most boring way or just good timing (or, even more unlikely for Ashleigh, common sense kicking in), the hyena popped her mouth off of Kahnso's cock. Its red flesh had flushed nearly white from the pressure, and its original color bled back into it like a chameleon adapting to new surroundings.

"Good dick!" she chirped, wiping her lips like she had just eaten a rack of ribs. She looked half-heartedly over her shoulder and sneered. Her tail flicked. "You're smelling my butthole!" said the hyena, overjoyed. Laughing not quite in her chattering hyena way, she wriggled her ass on his snout, jostling his head with it. "Butt-smeller! Butthole-smeller! Lots of guys like my butthole! Smell like candy or something?"

Ash realized Kahnso could not talk just like a small child would realize the square peg could not fit into the round hole. Reluctantly, she pulled off of him and flopped onto her side, then her back. "Smell good? My butthole?" she reiterated.

The singer lay there, seeming dazed. His breaths were shallow, cock hard as diamond. "Mhm," he said, getting up to his knees. "Your ass smells pretty fuckin' good, baby."

Ashleigh liked compliments. She was not a smart girl playing up a tough, street-smart attitude; she was rough and tough and exceptionally stupid, her street-smarts more like tribal instincts adapted to an urban world, and she liked figurative head-pats. "I smell good?" A beaming smile twisted up her face. It was a toothy smile, like any other she tried to make. Her tail thump-thump-thumped on the carpet.

Kahnso found it hard not to think her cute. He cracked a lopsided smirk and leaned over her prone body, and he gave her a smooch on the lips. "You smell good, honey," he said more gently. "Definitely way the fuck up there as far as huffable assholes go."

The hyena tittered, then broke into a full-on yap-laugh. She punched Kahnso in the shoulder playfully, leaving a welt which would be purple in a few hours. "Gross! Awesome! Huff my ass more later!" She reached out and grabbed him as he was still rubbing his shoulder. Her mouth flew at his, and for a moment he thought she was going to bite his face off. She kissed him instead, cramming her tongue into his mouth, its bulk twisting and thrusting like a fat serpent, suppressing his own tongue. Her paw found his dick, and she started to give him a clumsy yet effective handjob.

The urge to keep up the kiss and let the handjob run its course into sticky satisfaction was hard to resist. Kahnso grabbed a tit and palmed it firmly, thinking rightly that Ash could take (and furthermore enjoy) a manhandling. He wanted to just stay like that, let the girl tug him off and suck his face, but his thoughts returned quickly to that fine, spotted ass, and that asshole he could have huffed like a can of paint. Slowly and reluctantly, Kahnso broke the kiss off. He did not stop either his paw or hers from its present work.

"Ash, girl," he said, out-of-breath, "am I gonna fuck your ass now, or what?"

Realization widened Ash's eyes. "Right! Yeah! Fuck me!" she cackled, slugging Kahnso a second time in the same shoulder. He grit his teeth and swallowed the yelp that wanted to come out. "Here! Here, fuck me like this!" Ashleigh said, scrabbling to her knees and elbows. Her tail flagged up over her round ass in the classic doggystyle invitation and she yanked one of her cheeks apart to make the offer as explicit as she could.

The bump on Kahnso's head and the throbbing bruise on his shoulder competed for his attention, but Ash's perfect, sweaty ass won out. Kahnso pressed up to her without a second thought, without even shoving his sweat pants further down. His balls were out, and that was the bare minimum for sex in his book.

Unlike his huffing, Kahnso boldly pushed his cock against Ashleigh's asshole. The hyena started to yap-cackle, but was cut off when he pushed into her, giving her the tip and an inch. She hissed and gripped the carpeting.

"Hurts more than you figured it would?" Kahnso sardonically asked. He remained there, his cock barely inside of the stupid hyena, bridging their bodies.

"Hurts like a motherfucker!" Ashleigh snapped. She looked over her shoulder with pain in her eyes but a grin wide enough to nearly bisect her head. "Ram that fucking cock in! Fuck the shit outta me!"

"Goddamn screwball, aren't you?" Kahnso laughed, admiring Ash more than just lustfully. He smacked his palm into her flank, biting his jowl-lip unconsciously.

Ash flinched against and around Kahnso, yowling with pain. A red pawprint blossomed, angry flesh reduced to the shade of a blush by her fur. "Yeah!" she yapped, gnashing her teeth so the word was mangled. Drool slung away from her cracked and split lips. "C'mon and fuck me! You gotta fuck me!"

Kahnso wondered if Ashleigh could really handle what he was packing. To someone her own size, she was imposing. To Kahnso, she was a toothy threat with dumb clubs for fists, but she was still small and almost delicate against his monstrous stature. He decided that if this was to be one of those occasions where a girl wouldn't accuse him of rape after she got it rougher than she expected, it would be with someone as mad as Ash.

The big fox hunkered down over Ash, throwing one of his legs forward like he intended to crouch rather than kneel. As he threw his leg, he threw his weight with it, and the shove was the kick-start the sex needed.

Thick, red foxcock plowed into Ashleigh, tapering her open in one vicious stab. Kahnso's knot pounded her puckered anus, pressing teasingly on the well-licked but reddening and swelling muscle.

Ashleigh shrieked in pain. It was an animal's death yowl, not an evolved two-legged creature's cry, and it pierced the air of the den with its unnatural shrillness, cutting above even the music playing over the speakers lining the walls, and the idle chirps and tunes of the arcade and pinball machines were similarly meaningless background chatter after the hyena's shriek. She shuddered beneath Kahnso, grimacing hideously. Her ears were splayed and her penis, the hardness of which had seemed invulnerable before, began to soften.

The blood drained from Kahnso's face. He leaned over the hyena and asked in the breathless, shocked tone of somebody who had run a pedestrian over, "Fuck, Ash, are you-?"

"Fuck me!" Ash sputtered, throwing back her head in what was supposed to be a gesture of macho coping. Kahnso's face was in the way, and her skull was much thicker and denser than his nose was. In an instant, she felt the collision and flinched in minor pain. She heard Kahnso's weird, stunned yelp at the same time, and then the singer flopped back, his cock very painfully popping free of her. Ash snapped her jaws and grunted. Her puckered anus throbbed, thickened by the penetration and upset by the rough dismount.

Ash wiped a tear from her eye and turned around, rising to her knees alone as she did. "You okay?" she asked, and then realized that the bright red liquid drying into his shirt was not ketchup. She felt awfully stupid for asking him that then, and Ashleigh almost never acknowledged her stupidity. It was only under the most extreme, exceptionally dumb circumstances that she did. Breaking "Kocaine" Kahnso's nose right before he was about to fuck her was probably the single dumbest thing she had done in the best part of ten years, and that was saying a lot.

"Oh, shit. Uh. Blood," Ashleigh muttered, leaning over Kahnso. Her bed-rustled hair, which she ordinarily styled into a punkish mohawk, dangled just past her eyes. She took one look at Kahnso's slightly flattened nose and grinned sheepishly. "Not broken! Just bloody. You'll be good."

"I don't feel good," Kahnso grumbled miserably, touching his snout but not his nose. Tears streamed from his eyes, a reflex from being smacked in the nose. "I think-, I think I'm gonna go upstairs and-."

"Hold up!" Ashleigh climbed over Kahnso, her tail swishing giddily. "You still wanna smash, don't you?"

Kahnso sat up uneasily, propping himself up with an arm. A clot broke loose in his left nostril and lead the charge of blood down his t-shirt, further ruining it. "You goddamn chucklefuck, you broke my fuckin' nose."

Ashleigh laughed. "Not broken! I know when a nose is broken, it'll heal." She leaned closer to his face, eyes narrowing - the look of a beast on the prowl. She smelled his bloody face and followed the trail of fresh blood down his shirt.

Her long, slow lap along one of the ragged trails was something Kahnso found disconcertingly erotic. "Blood turn you on or something?" he asked her, judging her, envying her at the same time.

"Kinda!" Ash said, giving it a shrug. She smirked in his face. "C'mon, let's fuck, then put some ice on your face!" With gentleness she didn't usually exhibit, she pushed him onto his back. Sliding back on her knees, she dragged her balls right across his stubbornly dormant sheath. "I'll ride you, not gonna get your face in the way of my head that way."

"Bitch," Kahnso hissed. "That was your fault."

"Ah-dah-dah," Ash muttered, waving at him dismissively. "Talk over, fuck now."

Ashleigh was quick and rough with Kahnso's sheath. She kneaded it, squeezed it, dug her thumbs down into its orifice and gouged it open. Eventually she had charmed the snake, and Kahnso's rocket stood ready to launch as if the nose catastrophe had never happened in the first place.

"Big, fat rockstar di-i-ick," Ashleigh reverently cooed, poising herself over it in a squat. Her tail swished in the open air, and her penis stood fully primed again. Slowly to start, she rubbed her bottom against the singer's flesh. Not intentionally, she rubbed him along her taint and into her sack. "Mmn." With a paw on his dick to guide it, Ash got the singer's cock against the swollen bud of her anus, and she started on her way down.

Ash thought it might hurt less now that he had been in her once already. To her surprise and pseudo-masochistic glee, the opposite was true. It hurt like hell, and she wondered if this was the kind of agony his rape victims went through. The thought of being one of Kahnso's rape victims was awesome to her, and it was just the push she needed to drop her round ass down, impaling her butt on that famous cock.

Kahnso wheezed below her with the sudden drop. Ashleigh hissed and squealed into her clenched jaws which let out a whining screech, bringing to mind a tea kettle whistling off some steam. "Aw gawd," she bleated, thinking for the second time that morning that this was pretty stupid of her. Stupid, but fucking sexy.

"Christ, baby, you all right?" Kahnso asked, sounding concerned in his newly nasal voice. His paws played along her spotty legs, petting her.

"Yeah," Ash puffed, not sounding sincere. She chewed her cracked jowl-lip, putting ruts in it which were slow to fill back in. Her ass never hurt like this, not even during the one time she had let Andrea fuck her. She leveled her eyes on Kahnso's and managed a good sixty percent of her usual smirk. It hurt like a bitch to have that much rockstar man-meat inside of her, but that was what made it so cool.

Growling but keeping up her chatters and yaps, Ash lifted her ass and dropped it. It hurt still, and almost as much as the first time. Ashleigh was stupid enough to keep putting her paw in a bonfire; she was definitely stupid enough to keep bouncing on Kahnso's dick. She did so gladly, riding him not with any grace, but the kind of giddy energy which more than made up for a sloppy technique. Her paws played across his bloody chest, finding his nipples and tweaking them.

Kahnso grumbled. He stared at Ashleigh with dozy eyes, his sclera reddened and veiny from god-only-knew what. His paws closed around her wrists, and he said irritably, "Those aren't fucking radio knobs, thank you."

Ash laughed. "Radio knobs! Radio kno-o-obs!" she parroted, pinching his nipples and riding Kahnso like a cowgirl. Her tight insides and swollen pucker gripped and tugged, milking him with great insistence. The sex left a constant burn in the hyena's ass, like a dry finger but many times worse, and it drove her to keep riding with everything she had. What Ashleigh didn't know how to define, let alone spell, was that she was a masochist, the perfect counterweight for her flagrant sadism. Anybody who could claw her or put a bruise on her face, even if she was the one doing the dicking, was a fun partner to Ashleigh.

The singer gnawed his jowl, which was much more healthy than the grubby hyena's lip. Maroon blood flaked off his chin like dandruff. He tried to pull away Ash's paws, but not too firmly. Eventually he gave up, and his fingers found the girl's tits instead. They were barely handfuls, but Kahnso, whose list of successful lays included more than a few fennec foxes and a Pomeranian, was not averse to smaller titties.

"Squeeze those!" Ash snapped, slinging drool onto Kahnso's cheek. Her shapely ass swatted his hips again and again, making a steady, soft whap every time she touched down. Her abused pucker smooched the bulb of Kahnso's knot longingly every time.

Pleasure finally began to overtake pain for Kahnso. His nose stung like a bitch, but the bleeding had stopped, even if he believed a good snort could bust the clot loose. "Mm, yeah, sure," he murmured. He squeezed down on her tits, bulging their plump meat through his fingers.

Ashleigh squealed in painful delight and thrust her boobs into his grip. She clapped her paws over his and coaxed him to squeeze down tighter and harder, and he did so without hesitation. An involuntary smirk spread over his face. It began to feel like her pierced jugs might pop like a pair of balloons. Bruises seeped through the fatty flesh like tar, and she uttered a pained, snarling noise. A thick wad of her precum shot across Kahnso's chest, crossing one of the bloody stains.

Now Kahnso was gladly buying what the hyena was selling. He squeezed her tits viciously, each paw gripping down like a vicious mechanical claw in a prize game. They throbbed under his grip, the nipples hard as iron against his pawpads and down her belly in their two neat rows.

Overwhelmed by sweet pain, Ashleigh found her eyes overwhelmed with tears. Her grin was massive and her erection twitched and throbbed, spurting and drooling its musky natural lube into Kahnso's shirt. The pain in her tits was so (fucking good) awful that Ashleigh started to push her ass down in his lap, feeling that now, with her tits turning black and blue in Kahnso's paws and her dick about to make a cumrag out of his t-shirt, she had finally earned that knot.

"Gawd damn, you're one of the kinkiest bitches I've ever met, baby," Kahnso said, awed. He had on a shit-eating grin to rival even the best hyena smirk, and it was only enhanced by the blood which had escaped from his nose and trailed its way down his chest. He pulled on her tits as though squeezing them weren't bad enough. Over Ashleigh's pained yowl, he boomed, "Take the whole goddamn thing and I'm gonna put a ring on your fucking finger, you psycho cunt!"

"Yeah!" Ashleigh shrieked, lifting her ass just enough that she could mash it back down. Everything about the situation felt FUBAR somehow. Her tits were actually in so much pain that she was losing some feeling in them, and that was both a new threshold for her and pretty cool. Around Kahnso's dick, it felt like her asshole was as big as a donut. She had seen (and fucked, and licked) some pretty plump assholes on horses before, and she wondered if that was what hers looked like now.

All in all, she thought sex with Kahnso was something she'd be getting aftershocks of for a month at least, and that was pretty much fucking awesome. She pushed and squirmed, struggling to get herself down around his knot, trying her damnedest not to grab her cock and start jerking off like she so badly wanted to. She said in a yapping, frantic voice, "My ass fucking hurts! Dick's too fuckin' big!"

Before Kahnso could even enjoy that ego stroke, Ashleigh tied the knot. It was rough and agonizing, just like she wanted it. Her asshole, clenching spasmodically at it went, opened to permit the hideously large bulk of the singer's knot. Will-breaking pain screamed in the hyena's behind. For a moment she felt the impetus to get up and off of him, but she was already on her way down. Her anus gulped in his knot and gripped stubbornly around the thinner stalk of his shaft past the bulk.

Ashleigh hissed, arching her back out and thrusting her bruised titties deeper into Kahnso's mitts. The singer had let off, his face having grown glazed and distant yet happy as his knot entered her.

"Awh, gawd, ooh gawd, oh shit," Ash muttered, sounding weak for one rare moment. Her smirk was instead a grimace. She blotted quickly at her tears with one fist, gripping her thick brown cock in the other. There was no need to jerk off but she did it anyway, getting in only a couple of tugs before the eruption began. Having a fist-sized foreign object in her ass and grinding on her prostate gave her one of the most intense orgasms she had ever known. She whimpered and anxiously chatter-laughed as she came, slinging thick white ropes across Kahnso's bloody chest and face. She ignored how he winced and flinched as she painted him. That fat knot was something she had given herself up to, and she had earned this orgasm.

The squeezing, clenching muscles of Ashleigh's ass as she climaxed were that push Kahnso himself needed. He squirmed, and tried to buck, but there was no use in it because Ash was fixed to him by the knot they had tied. And there was no point, because his orgasm was nearly there. It was a sensation like edging in that he felt the rush coming: the rapid but discernible buildup of endorphins and that oddly cool feeling in his balls as his ass clenched and his penis twitched. His fingers slid down Ashleigh's belly, strumming each nipple along the way. A shudder raced through him and he came, blasting into Ash like she had blasted across him. His dense slop warmed her insides and clung to her inner walls like jelly. The second half of his climax was thinner, almost watery, but the knot kept her plugged tightly.

"Shit," Kahnso huffed, splaying out into a snow angel posture.

"Shit yeah," Ash parroted with a little flair. She grinned sheepishly at Kahnso. "You squeeze really good! My tits hurt like hell. My butt, too."

Kahnso grinned back at her, looking bashful. His ears had drooped back. "Sorry, baby."

"Nah! No sorrying," Ashleigh said, waving it off. "That was fun as fuck. You're not gonna marry me though. Marrying is for, like, fags and shit." She shook her head vigorously, slinging her hair into an even more hopeless mop. "Nah."

The fox folded his arms behind his head slowly. His tail flicked, catching Ashleigh's attention. As she pawed at its fluff, he suggested, "Hang out, then? Go party, rape some drugs and snort some bitches?"

Ashleigh laughed wickedly. It came to her with wonderful smoothness. "Now that," she slurped obnoxiously along his cheek, avoiding his nose, "sounds fucking cool."