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Sitting with his laptop on the couch of the apartment living room, Bo's sensitive ears first twitched at the sound of heavy footsteps mounting the steps two floors down. His dick twitched next as the unmistakable stomps of the delivery woman became clear as a bassy bell.

Technically, in the minutest of percentages, it could be that broiler that never showed up from two months ago, finally arriving on its slow boat from China... but Bo preferred to think more optimistically than that.

Waiting for the stomps to recede back down the steps, Bo cracked open the door, a modest package no bigger than a breadbox falling over the threshhold into the apartment. As soon as the skunk pulled the package into his apartment he tore into the tape-wrapped cardboard.

The individual plastic baggies crinkled in his paws, the fine black lace hermetically sealed within. He pulled out each bag, laying them down on the couch, each with its partner. Everything lined up, all right, everything accounted for- the only thing left to do was to see the fit.

Bo could have waited for Lydia to return home, and given who footed the bill he probably should have. And it's worth saying, if he hadn't he wouldn't be about fifteen minutes away from a shocking bit of eye contact with the exceptionally nosy neighbor across the landing.

At the critical juncture in his and his neighbor's lives, fully unaware of the future consequences of his actions, Bo gave in to the temptation of excitement. The skunk's small tool taking over the reins of big decisions Bo reached for his pair of panties, tore apart its plastic seal and tossed it aside. Letting his terrycloth robe fall to the living room floor, he quickly fumbled his bare hindpaws through the dainty tangle of lace, wriggling his toes through the openings as he discovered them until the lace panties slid up his skinny legs like proper and settled on his hips just beneath his tail.

A snug fit, and already a circle of wet precum in the very center. A fitting beginning to the pair's life. Lydia wouldn't complain. And most any bull they'd invite over wouldn't be half as concerned how Bo looked in his as Lydia looked in hers.

Bo opened the closet door to admire himself in the full-length mirror, turning around and lifting his tail in a rather keen squirrel impression to admire how the fine lace hugged his gentle curves. Straining to turn and see, he let his tail flick as he put his goods on display.

"Puppy dog eyes?" Bo could hear his tiger purr in his mind, "When you really want what you want you show me that squirrel tail." Black lace might not have contrasted his fur as dramatically as it would Lydia orange stripes, but the fit certainly framed his plump yet pet cheeks like a work of art at auction.

Eyes transfixed on the mirror as he gave himself the best squirrel tail he could, his satisfaction was already apparent if not in anything that he saw in the glass but in the steel ingot continuously leaking a stain into the part he his from the looking glass.

"I'd fuck me in this," Bo thought as he posed. "If that strapon ever ships, Lydia will fuck me in this."

Bo turned and pouted his best fuck-me look at himself, and this time he actually said aloud: "I know Coger will fuck me in this."

Hard as a rivet, his prick tented the front of the panties like an ornate onyx pyramid. Wrapped up in snug lace, one might almost be forgiven for just a moment for thinking Bo had an honest-to-goodness bulge, if not for the suspicious placement of a growing circle of precum just below his waist.

It gave the skunk a surge to see it, but Lydia had put him in preventative chastity for less. Bo dropped the white waistband and tucked it under his balls. This was all it took for Bo's full skunkhood, as stiff as he'd ever felt it, to sink into his balls and leave only a nub of a head leaking into the fuzz of his crotch.

He turned this side to the mirror and glimpsed only long enough to see Lydia's side of the chastity argument. Hadn't even completed the outfit and here he was ready to spend himself for the night. Coger was good for as much as fate would call for, but Bo would have to be a little more selective.

The lace stockings and sleeves all came packaged individually, marked with stickers demonstrating their exact sizing. Bo and Lydia had surprisingly similar measurements, and if he liked a piece of hers it was never impossible for him to steal it (even if her broad hips did stretch her panties just enough to make a slightly less flattering fit on the skunk). Bo reflected on the value of going the extra mile as his couture black lace stockings slid over his hindpaws and gracefully over his calves, not stopping until they reached halfway up his thighs. The white elastic bands provided the only contrast resting almost flush with the his balls as he stood and admired himself a bit more cautiously than the last time.

Lydia's footsteps are understandably lighter than the delivery woman's, but even the tiger's soft steps carried a click of high heels on the concrete that hadn't registered in Bo's daze, aside from being home earlier than she usually would have been comfortable coming home from the office. But all the same, Bo was only just tearing into the plastic of his second sleeve when the front door to the apartment opened into the living room.

Behind Lydia, who squealed with delight the moment she laid eyes on the still-incomplete image before her, Bo met eyes with their neighbor only long enough to watch them drop and raise again. The look on the jockish polar bear's face could only be described as vindicated-but-still-surprised. Lydia shut the door on Bo rolling his eyes on him, which in his heart of hearts, truly satisfied him as having had the last word.

"Oh, don't move!" the tiger purred in excitement as she tossed her bags onto the sidetable by the door. The LED flash of her phone flickered into life again and again, more than the artificial shutter click could keep up with, blinding Bo with the onslaught so that he struggled to know where to direct his sultry looks. As he posed, he completed the outfit, regretting only he couldn't admire himself immediately as he smiled into the bright white light.

"I knew these were the ones," she said as she bit her black-painted lips, "you look good enough to fuck."

"Yeah?" Bo said through a smile he wasn't totally sure how to wear, turning around and leaning over various living room items as the tiger snapped away pictures. "You say that like you've got plans, honey darling. Should I be prepared?"

"Awwww," Lydia pouted at her skunk as she leaned over him to pinch his cheek. "Why do you think I'm taking pictures? You know I can see your tight little ass in panties any time I want."

Lydia sat down on the couch next to her matching set, regarding it for a moment to count the pieces in that businesslike no-nonsense manner that seemed to give Bo a tingle when he caught it in action. Even as she pawed through her phone, her attention seemingly entirely on the best picture to bait the right bull, she was doing the necessary checks on every possible variable.

Lydia looked up from her phone at the skunk standing at attention before her, hands behind his back as he awaited the scheduling decision. She glanced her eyes up and down the slender form, the fluffy tail swaying bashfully behind him, a look on his face as if he had too many suggestions of his own to settle on anything that could be actually helpful.

"You know... I can't just send this out to all our friends. We'll get too many bites. I messaged Antonio and you know if he sends back a picture of his dick within five minutes he's already on his way..."

"Antonio!" Bo's voice sang, eyes lit up was memories of the weekend in Bermuda flooded back to him before before his nose turned up a moment later. "Ever since he's gotten into 'choppers' every time he comes over he just smells like... oil."

Lydia returned the upturned nose in Bo's direction. "Maybe I like a man that smells like oil from time to time."

"I don't like it when our furniture smells like oil, ever."

Lydia was the type to be visibly annoyed when her husband made a good point, but not the type to deny it. "We'll have to do Bermuda with him again, he can't bring that dumb bike and cruise ships already smell like oil."

Her eyes returned to the phone. "Archer?"

This time, Bo's nose turned up immediately. "Tell me you're just going alphabetically. You know the pictures won't be any different. Honey I love if like I've always said if I let him be in your phone it's your call to let him- "

"So maybe I want a challenge... and you know he talked so much about being bi-curious I'd kind of like to see you let him put his money where his muzzle is."

"Okay, I get it," Bo huffed, a little flustered at the prospect. "I get you want to try again, I get it's like a 'what if' kind of thing since it didn't work. I don't care if he comes over some weekend I'm not going to lie honey I'm more than a little afraid as much as he drank the first time he would try to put his money where his mouth is."

Lydia shook her head before returning them to her phone. "Wuss," she playfully dismissed her husband as she scanned through her contacts and called out options, looking up to read the skunk's reaction to each name.

"Aron... Barkley... Brandon... Brayden... Brayden and in parentheses it says 'Atlanta'... you know, we cancelled that Atlanta trip like a year ago and I hardly remember the Brayden I did fuck, I'm deleting this one. Cory-"

Bo's ears perked up. "What's wrong with Coger?"

Lydia looked over her phone, staring down Bo for a long moment as a smile creeped across her face. "You were waiting for me to get to Coger?"

"Well- is there a reason you skipped him? I thought- I thought you liked Coger? I mean I know he 'forgot his wallet' when we went to-"

Lydia waved the skunk off. "I don't care that he 'forgot his wallet' for New Year's Eve but still had his ID in his back pocket. That's normal Coger stuff. I know YOU don't like but I got a little wet watching you pay for once. I didn't skip him," she insisted as her thumb swiped. She turned to show the screen to the skunk.

Bannering a picture of a gym-rat hyena, buxom tiger and grinning skunk standing in line for Space Mountain was the name "King Dick."

Bo put his paw up to his face to hide just how wide he was smiling. "I thought it was hilarious you let him change his name to King Dick but the part I love is that you kept it."

"Well we're gonna give His Highness five minutes to-" the phone dinged in Lydia's paw. "He's on his way."

Bo's dick twitched in his panties as the tiger tossed the phone onto the couch, hitting with a soft thud as loud and final as a gavel.

"Good luck. And don't tell him I told you, but if you can take that hose without tapping out I'm supposed to hold him to buying you a steak dinner."

Bo chuckled, shutting his eyes as he imagined filet mignon. "Tell me you think he'd really pay up."

"Honestly, between the two of you... I think he's the one I'm counting on to come through. I'm going to freshen up, honey."

Lydia ducked into the bathroom, the sound of a shower coming from behind the door left open just a crack. The door swung open and the tiger peeked out, having already shed her business attire, perky breasts still bearing the compressed arches where her bra squeezed against the ample bosom. "I should have just enough time to freshen up, and you should have just enough time to tidy up. We must have about an hour if he's coming from his place, but let's not count on that."

Snapping into action too quickly to even consider removing his lingerie, Bo's broad tail flicked with eager anticipation as he bounced from place to place. The cleaning was over in a snap, really. It wasn't like the skunk to keep a mess around. But as the steam from Lydia's shower poured out from underneath the bathroom door visions of the evening ahead pressed Bo forward to make the preparations he knew he'd need. It'd be one thing to set out a bottle of lube and some towels on the bedside counter- but especially knowing Coger it wouldn't suffice to be so minimally prepared.

A few more bottles of water from the pantry into the refrigerator, enough pristine white towels to soak up Shamu's tank on practically any surface that could hold one, and the hyena's favorite playlist queued up on the entertainment system. Bo set it to shuffle as he worked to get himself in the mood, the rhymes and rhythms of the songs fading in and out of clarity, tracks going by without notice until a single incredible boast would slither through the cacaphony and hit his ears like an anchor on the sea floor.

Bo had entered a kind of haze and was laying out a tall pair of luxurious velvet pajamas, the most expensive the couple owned, on the bed. Be rubbed his lacy fingers over the icy-smooth texture with anticipation of the evening ahead as Lydia walked in on him. "You're not wrong," she said, spooking him out of his daze, "It probably would be just as easy for him-"

Coger's knock came on the door suddenly, drawing a startled rubberneck from Lydia and Bo as they sat on the bed, and again the knocks echoed through the apartment with a resonation that might have put the delivery woman to shame.

"Well-" Lydia said looking at Bo. "You're a bit more decent than I am."

Bo raised his paw to open the door, then stopped as he remembered his bare nub still exposed. The knocks came the third time as the skunk quickly stuffed his modest package back into the lace confined.

Bo opened the door, peeking behind the hyena with a blush if not visible through his black fur sensible in his very soul for any sight of the neighboring polar bear before opening the door wide to greet the hyena, hoping for a moment to see the big dumb lug with his goddamn tennis bag.

Coger raised his brows as he drunk in the sight of the skunk in lace, right down to the tented panties. The hyena wrapped his arms around the skunk in a friendly hug as he stepped inside, carrying the smaller man for a step or two as he let the door slam shut behind them.

"Fuuuuuuuuck, now look at this! That looks like something right outta Victoria's Secret!"

Why yes, Bo thought through a smile. They sell lingerie.

"And look at THIS!" Coger exclaimed as he he caught sight of Lydia leaning against the entrance to the hallway. He pushed brusquely past the smaller skunk to wrap his arms around the nude, damp form, burying his nose in the crook of her neck and huffing her scent. "You've been using that citrus shit Bo got us!!"

"What can I say?" Lydia said as her muzzle opened wide for a toothy smile, her gaze meeting Bo's over Coger's shoulder. "My skunk has great taste."

Locking the door behind him, Bo joined the pair that had quickly taken a seat on the couch- or at least, Coger had taken a seat on the couch. Lydia straddled Coger's lap, her legs wrapped around his brawny torso as she lifted off his muscleshirt and tossed it to Bo.

"Wash these separate, honey, I don't want Coger's gym funk getting into our delicates again."

Nodding his assent Bo dutifully helped remove the hyena's gym shorts, but Lydia smacked the skunk's furtive little paws away as he tried to pull down the hyena's jock, reserving the pleasure for herself.

Coger's pride spilled out of the jock half-hard, the eager tiger quickly settling in to grind along the length of the growing rod.

Returning from the laundry, the hyena's cock was already stiff as a pole, Bo's wife teasing by balancing the fat head against her wet lips before letting the whole rod slip below and between her cheeeks.

"Ohhh, you're just too big," Lydia winked at Coger. He stared back at her with a look of dumb concern. I mean, yeah, it had always taken work...

The tiger tweaked the hyena's nipple as she went through the mock thrust again, making a show of straining atop the imposing member. "Ohhhhh, Coger, your big fat cock is just too much for my tight little pussy, I just haven't been fucked by a real man's cock in too long!" She tweaked his nipple again and winked nice and slow.

"Oh- Oh no," Coger picked up the game, his inferior acting skills never seeming to sink through to the lithe skunk watching the mock effort on the couch from the hallway entrance. "I really thought I'd stretched that cunt last time, I guess you're just so tight. I don't- I don't know know if we can fit this fat cock!"

Lydia grabbed the fat tool at the base, balancing her waiting lips against the leaking head. "Oh, you're just too thick!" Lydia moaned, turning her head for a moment to catch Bo's glimpse. "I want this big cock inside me, did- did you bring any lube?"

Coger had to stifle his laugh, seeing immediately where this was going. He screwed a look into Lydia's eyes as he thought about taking it his own direction, but the look shot back at him told him to play along.

"Lydia," Coger moaned dramatically, reaching up to knead her breasts in his paws to entertain himself as the schtick played out. "I- I don't think I brought any lubrication!!"

"Oh no," now the mime act became especially tortured as Lydia turned around and winked at Bo, who needed no prompt. "Weren't you supposed to get lube today?"

Bo stood rapt from feet away as a blush spread across his body watching his wife struggle to stretch around the hyena's dick, loving her too much for words in that moment.

"That's right, we've always- You've always needed something to lubricate. I guess we'll- I'll just have to-" Bo stammered as he crawled forward, nearly sliding on his knees as he settled in between the heyna's legs, his wife's striped tail draping over his head.

Without explanation, he took the base of the proud tool in his paw and swallowed it down his throat like a starving man at dinner. Bo's excitement was obvious in his inelegance- he spent no time teasing the bulbous head, no savoring taste, rolling his tongue- he choked himself on the fat tool until his throat spasmed. A deep huff of air, and he gagged himself on the imposing tool again, the girth of it feeling as if it stretched his neck until again he came up gagging for air.

The lithe skunk wiped his lips, and on the third attempt he introduced his nose to the tuft of trimmed, dark brown kinky fuzz at the base of the dick. He bobbed his head slightly, resisting as best he could the urge to cough it all up, enjoying the sensation between his lips every inch that would be momentarily stretching apart his wife's tight pussy.

"See? Is it any different than when I do it?" Lydia cooed at the hyena.

"Oh he's way better," the hyena cooed back as he shut his eyes and rested his head on his palms. The tiger sitting in his lap gave him a playful smack. "What? You're the one that wanted him to do it.

"Well," Coger thought a moment longer, "I mean he's the one that's wanted to do it, you're the one that just convinced me. Now that he's got his lips on there..." Coger bucked his hips, gagging the skunk between his legs and bouncing the tiger in his lap. "I see what all the fuss is about."

Now Lydia flushed through the pinks of her ears. "What- what's so different?"

Coger growled a low, pleased growl to himself, enjoying the sensation of Bo struggling to fit his muzzle around the gigantic dick. Feeling as if he's run out of town for a better answer, he simply shrugged his shoulders and offered "He's loving it."

"I don't?!" Lydia seemed genuinely offended.

Again Coger shrugged his shoulders and let a deep breath whistle through his nose, smiling as he made his dick pulse in the skunk's eager lips.

The fat rod popped violently off of Bo's tongue as well-manicure nails pressed against his forehead.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck! Coger, you fit now!" She grunted and groaned, leveling with the consequences of her own eagerness as her walls stretched and strained to accommodate the mammoth dick still sliding inch by inch into her. She turned around, finding her skunk's eyes as she sheathed the hyena's sword inside her, "Nobody can fluff a dick like my skunk, we told you he wouldn't- Ah!" her spiel was interrupted momentarily by an assertive thrust, resting her atop the hyena's balls, "He wouldn't let you down!"

Knocked a step back on his tail, Bo wiped his chin as he watched the fat tool impale his wife, his thoughts already turning to where the gorgeous gift would go next, wanting to bend over, lift his tail, and not move until the hyena had finally given him exactly what he craved.

Bo watched as Lydia swayed and rocked her hips in the hyena's lap, squeezing her juicy lips around the hyena's massive hog as she rode it head-to-balls and back again.

"Fuck, your dick feels amazing, Coger. Isn't my pussy nice and TIGHT?" She twisted the hyena's nipples as she asked him, her face still turned back to Bo to survey his reaction.

"Oh FUCK!" Coger wailed as his nipples tweaked. As if by instinct, he grabbed the skunk by her hips and turned her over onto her back, hunching over her bent body as he drilled the cat like he hoped to strike oil.

Bo stared in awe, as if transfixed in a daze, as the hyena's balls, round and heavy like fuzzy kiwis, slapped against his beloved tiger, her cries just a little louder and less restrained with every thrust.

At first Bo watched with a kind of stupefied grin, having seen the familiar stud ravage Lydia too many times already to have to volley words of encouragement at the hyena. As his mind wavered between leavning and returning to him, his focus never turned to the little tent in his panties, it always turned to the pair of balls slapping a fervent beat against his wife ass.

Shuffling forward onto all fours, the skunk lapped his tongue against the taut balls.

"Ahh!" Coger gushed as his cheeks flexed. His efforts redoubled, his breats shallow as Lydia's lustful cries turned into pleas and demands. Bo fanned the flames, suckling and lapping at his stud's balls, making a game of trying his best to match the increasingly fast thrusts and not being disturbed when it only resulted in his nose being buried in the hyena's cheeks..

"Fuck Coger," Lydia panted, tossing side to side as the hyena's paws did their best to restrain her. "Harder, harder, I'm gonna-"

Coger sunk every inch his huge tool offered in the tiger and Bo watched as the thick vein pulsed and pulsed, what seemed like an endless series until it started to dribble out along the tight seals of his cock and her lips.

All the while Lydia refused to cease her pleas, though to no avail. Coger squeezed a death grip into her thighs as his hefty balls quaked, moaning to himself as he filled the wrecked pussy with his seed.

Bo only let time enough pass for his eyes to go wide and his jaw to drop, mindlessly fumbling for Lydia's phone to snap a picture before dutifully launching into action.

Bo grabbed the huge mammoth dick at the base (what he could grip that wasn't sunk into his wife) and coaxed the fat tool out.

His beloved tiger gaping and leaking with canine spunk inches in front of his nose, Bo immediately sunk and slithered his tongue between the stretched walls. Coger's familiar taste flooded over his tongue as the ravaged pussy spasmed around his tongue, Lydia still begging for more vocally and bodily. Bo drank up, the hyena's spunk rushing down the skunk's throat as he took care to let as little drip as possible- who wants to spoil their lingerie on the first night?

As Bo's long tongue curled and lapped inside the passage gaped only moments ago, the proud dick that did the job still dangled only inches above Bo's forehead, as if admiring its work.

While Coger's musky taste had not quite totally diminished, Bo continued dutifully, knowing not only the importance of being thorough but also keenly aware of just what the big stud, hung and as brutalizing as his distinguishing cock was, had not done. Bo lapped and swirled his tongue, opening wide to probe as deeply as the muscle could until finally the wall's clenched tight around his tongue, rolling in vibrant waves all along the length. Bo sealed his lips tight to his wife's to keep from pulling his tongue out as her entire body writhed.

Like the final domino, the taste and feel of Lydia's orgasm on his tongue was simply too much For Bo. The lace did little to suppress a trio of modest spurts that settled onto the carpet before the wet patch at the center of the tented panties.

Bo didn't finish licking after Lydia settled down, but once he could no longer taste the hyena's spunk he settled back onto his haunches and admired the scene before him: Lydia and Coger laid side by side, both spent, the femme skunk's pussy cleaned spotless despite the distension that wouldn't have a chance to fully recover before it was only made worse.

Feeling cheeky, Bo leaned back, first removing the soaked panties and letting his still-stiff dick breathe free. Then, he did his best impression of the example set by his wife, waking the spent hyena from a half slumber by crawling into his lap.

Now mostly soft, still the hyena's cock in the skunk's hand made a solid battering ram to smack against Bo's pecker. Coger blushed as his stiffening dick betrayed him ahead of the time in the discussion that was about to come

"I don't think she's ready for round two, Tiny," Coger tried to head it off as he watched his big dick dwarf the skunk's micro, each slap making the meat a bit more like a true battering ram.

"I'm up for round one." Bo turned his head for a moment and shrugged his shoulder, "One point five." Now fully hard and still sticky with his and Lydia's juices, Bo let the apple head settle against the base of this lush tail as he hot dogged the impressive length.

"C'mon Bo," Coger laughed as he playfully pushed the skunk backwards before catching him, like a game of cat and mouse. "We have fun but I ain't gay."

"What's gay about it?"

Coger's eyes opened a bit wider to take in the scene, the lithe, femme skunk with not big enough for the precum leaking from his little dick not to soak into the fuzz of his balls and trimmed in pink lace.

"She's wearing it too," Bo argued, his grin becoming toothy as he teased the pulsing rod against his hole.

The hyena gripped Bo by the rump, lifting him off and helping him get settled on the his hindpaws. Sitting up, the hyena gave the skunk's little dick a flick. "You know I've got my reasons not to go easy on you. If you gotta tap out, you're gonna have to tap out."

"Oh," Bo said as he playfully booped the hyena's nose, "I've been promised."