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Sige stared across the table at his new friend. They met through a hookup app because of their shared interests and similar physiques; now they sipped beers and chatted idly.

Sige liked Desmond. The fox was a pretty blonde, a guy who could likely have passed as a girl with only a small amount of effort. Desmond's vagina, a trait shared with Sige, was a big part of why the fox could have passed so easily. Where the feline's vagina was a smooth slit, however, Desmond's was plump and black and vulgar. Sige had never encountered a canine vulva before. Staring at it now, as he and Desmond were both casually nude, the cat said, "Not gonna lie, I'm jealous. That pussy is so fat."

"Innit?" Desmond replied in a syrupy southern meter and brought his beer to his lips. "Yer pussy-puss ain't too bad, y'know. There ain't nothin' wrong with a nice smooth cooter."

"Cooter," Sige repeated, snickering and blushing. "I guess not! I just wish mine could be a little more-, more obvious, you know?"

Desmond smiled, finished off his beer. "Y'know, sugar. I got just the thing in my lil' black bag."

The cat watched as rapt as a child on Christmas morning as Desmond rooted around in the duffel bag he had brought along. It contained clothes, a laptop, a comb and toothbrush - sleepover necessities - but also inside was a vast assortment of sex toys. Desmond laid out dildos of assorted shape and size and species, going by no particular convention, merely laying them down like logs. Several had straps, some with inward-facing prongs which pressed into the wielder's own vagina, others outright double-ended.

Then came the more esoteric toys, the ones which made Sige grin and blush. A speculum; thin rods used for urethral sounding; anal beads sized from peas to golf balls; and a compact vacuum pump wired to a small battery pack. The last toy was what Desmond took with him when he stood up.

"Y'wanna fuck around here, or ya' got somewheres else in mind?"

"Here's good. This'll work just fine," Sige said agreeably, setting his beer on the table near a knotted dildo. He scooted off the couch and bumped his round butt on the floor, giggling as he did. "Ooh, I'm a little tipsy. I'm a lightweight."

"Cheap date!" Desmond cried, grinning almost ear to ear. He sat down heavily beside the cat and spread his legs to let his vulva breathe. "So, this lil' thinger here," he said, showing Sige the vacuum, "ya' just kinda suck it onto yer pussy and it'll swell ya' up. Like fer guys with peckers."

Sige looked it over. He ran a finger along its rubber gasket and looked into the center. "Does it... hurt?"

"Naw, it's pretty gentle," Desmond reassuringly said. "Lemme show ya!"

Feeling both curious and a bit nervous as though something horrible might happen, Sige leaned in and watched as Desmond pressed the rubber seal of the pump around his thick, dark spade. Inside the clear plastic shell, his vulva fit just barely; the cat believed the toy wasn't made with pussies like Desmond's in mind.

Desmond held the toy to his loins and flicked the switch on the battery pack. Immediately the toy hummed to life, producing a sound of labored suction Sige associated with aquariums. Desmond hissed, bit his lip and tensed up. He released the toy which held onto him under its own suction. "Shi-i-it," he murmured, thumbing the power switch. He flicked it into its second and final notch. The toy purred as it pumped the foxcoon's vulva, coaxing blood chambers to expand until the dark flesh of his muff filled out the inside of the translucent plastic cup and conformed to its rectangular shape. It reminded Sige of those novelty square watermelons grown in glass cubes.

"God damn," Sige said, giggling. Beer always made him bubbly. "And that's-, it's safe?"

"Totally," Desmond said, a minor strain in his voice. His toes curled and big tail swished. He turned off the toy but the seal remained. The foxcoon gripped it, pulled it, and finally it came loose with a soft pop as air rushed to fill the vacuumed space. Desmond's vulva throbbed in the open air so thick and fat that it looked to Sige like something from a cartoon. Vaginal secretions oozed from between its lips which showed a minor hue of pink where they met. "Shit... gawd. So fuckin' sensitive now."

"Looks like it," said Sige with clear wonder in his eyes.

Desmond offered the pump to Sige. "Ya' wanna pump yer puss up?"

"I don't know," the cat said, smiling. "I'd feel better if, uh, a professional did it for me."

"Uh-huh," the fox replied, sneering. "Ya' wanna know somethin? Do ya?" He scooted over towards Sige and brought his plump box with him. The cat reached for it and gave it a squeeze, coaxing a moan from the fox. Desmond said without as much energy as before, "You cats, you're all so goddamn fuckin' lazy. Do this for me, do that for me... I swear."

"I can be a little lazy," Sige admitted, grinning. He slipped a finger between Desmond's cuntlips. Like an overripe piece of fruit, his plumped vulva oozed wetness at the slightest touch. "Jesus... it's so tight and fat. It feels like it's gonna burst."

Desmond was gnawing his lip when he pressed the pump into Sige's pussy. The cat's slit was so thin and out-of-the-way as to be completely inoffensive compared to the vulgar, black peach between Desmond's thighs. That was about to change. Desmond flicked on the switch and as soon as the vacuum tightened down, Sige hissed and flinched. His nipples went stiff and he pawed at Desmond's wrists, claws extended but not yet weaponized.

"Easy, easy. It ain't gonna kill ya."

"It just startled me," Sige huffed. His cheeks were hot and it wasn't just from the beer.

"It'll do that," Desmond chuckled. Then he flicked it to its high setting and the feline tensed again, but better kept his composure.

He mrowled and crooned, laid down and rolled back his eyes behind their lids. "Oh, gawd. That's new. That's really fucking new," Sige whined. "Shit..."

Desmond observed since Sige wouldn't. He watched very closely as Sige's thin outer labia began to swell and pulse with his heart's tempo. More drastic was the swell of the labia minora which throbbed and grew, showing themselves somewhat beyond their protective outer lips. The flesh stayed pink and wet, never growing raw and red, and the overall effect was not unlike the alluring plumpness of Desmond's canine vulva.

"Ooh, sugar, yer puss-puss's gettin' all fat," Desmond giddily said. He leaned over Sige and gave the cat a smooch on the lips. "How's it feel, sugar? Ya' like it? Feelin' real good, right?"

"It-, it pinches just a little," Sige murmured, but his back bowed into a decidedly pleasurable arch. His nipples poked through his black fur. He reached out, petted down Desmond's girly body and found the foxcoon's spade which he began to grope. "Gosh, Desmond, I love your pussy. I want-," he huffed, "gawd! I want to make our cunts kiss when mine's all fat and nasty."

Desmond snickered as he pushed into the cat's grasp. He nuzzled Sige's chest and kissed a nipple. Dragged his tongue down, dipped it into the navel, stopped just above the edge of the pump. Within the translucent plastic cup, Sige's vulva was plump and soaked. Its bulge was no match for the external flesh of Desmond's equipment but the pink, throbbing folds underneath the cup were still big and beautiful. Desmond turned off the toy and popped it loose with a quick tug. The snap back to normally air pressure caused Sige an enormous amount of pleasure and he yowled from it, arching out his back.

"Feels good when it pops off, don't it?" Desmond asked, grinning like a shark, tail swishing back and forth like a reed caught in a gentle breeze. He set the toy aside, its services no longer necessary. "Gotcha some big ol' meatflaps now, sugar. Got that forty-year-old mama pussy goin' on."

"Stop," Sige said, snickering. "Oh, shut u-u-up. I don't wanna think about that." He straightened himself and his black paws lunged out, latching onto Desmond's shoulders. He yanked in the foxcoon and pecked his lips. "We should do something with these fat pussies," he said in a rumble of a voice.

"Make 'em kiss?" Desmond suggested, his grin mellowing to a car salesman smile. "Your pussy and my pussy smoochin' and grindin' and gettin' all messy."

Sige was no more built than Desmond, being more of a receiver than a giver and quite happy with that dynamic. He was still able to push the girly fox onto his back, although Desmond seemed eager to topple for him. The foxcoon lay prone, thick thighs parted and dripping spade on full display.

Scissoring was no new thing to Sige or Desmond. Being boys with pussies who often enjoyed the company of other boys with pussies, it happened to be a regular act for both of them and it was what Desmond expected from Sige. Instead the cat swung a leg over Desmond as if he were going to saddle up on the foxcoon's chest. He wiggled back on his knees, pert round bottom gliding over the foxcoon's eager features, and then the musky curve of his pussy rubbed Desmond's snout.

"This works too," Desmond cooed. His long pink tongue loped across the feline's vulva, slightly parting the lips covered in black fur as fine as peach fuzz. The inner lips greeted his tongue and he slurped between them as if slobbering ice cream.

Sige shivered and mewled. His tail curled and flicked. Cunnilingus was not new, but because his cunt so swollen and taut, it was a fresh experience. He pushed his pert bottom back into Desmond's face and whined, "Oh, gawd, lick me, Desmond. Lick me like I'm candy."

As Desmond snacked on Sige, Sige curved his feline back so that he could gaze upon Desmond's enormous vulva. Its smell was potent, a scent of vulpine musk and sweat which drove Sige wild. He bumped his snout into the fat dark lips and wrapped his mouth around one fold. Often in kisses he enjoyed taking the bottom lip or jowl, giving it a nibble and a suck. He applied his kissing technique to Desmond's vulva, teasing its right lip with his teeth and tongue along with a bit of suction. Beneath him Desmond huffed and shifted his hips. Sige watched with smug satisfaction as the foxcoon's toes curled.

Desmond lacked the finesse of Sige and his nibbles and sucks. He chose to slather and slobber and simply mouth the cat's vulva, covering it in hot drool. He tugged apart open Sige's vulva and plunged his tongue past lips which were so fat that they seemed as juicy as overripe fruit.

The tonguefucking was something Sige couldn't match but the sensation was so mind-numbing that he didn't mind being outclassed. He crooned and mouthed Desmond's vulva as he had already been doing, though this time he sucked on the clitoris and its hood. Desmond tensed and squirmed and continued to thrust his tongue deep into the feline's damp slit.

It was Sige who stopped and said between soft gasps for air, "We should-, we should use one of your toys. One of the double-ended ones!"

Desmond's tongue slopped out of Sige's cunt. The slit dribbled back his saliva. "Yeah, yeah, good idea," Desmond replied. He stole a slurp up through the cat's ass crack. Sige shivered when the fox's tongue dragged over his anus.

Sige picked out the biggest canine toy Desmond had. Not counting the thinner space in the middle, it offered a foot of silicone phallus on either end including manually inflatable knots. A pair of squeezable pumps looking a bit like hand grenades fed into the joint of the two shaft, one for each knot.

The foxcoon slathered a plentiful amount of lube on the red toy. "Tru-u-ust me, even when ya' think yer puss-puss is about as soaked as it can get, these fuckin' toys can drag inside ya. Hurts like a mother."

"How romantic," Sige commented, grinning. He lingered close by on his knees, tail swishing. "How many other boys has this thing been in?"

"Hey, what kinda question's that? I clean my stuff!" Desmond said, offended but grinning. "And, uh... well... ten. Or twenty."

"Slut," Sige tittered. "I don't think I'm much better." He smooched Desmond on the lips, then purred, "You taste nice."

"You taste like dog pussy," Desmond replied, grinning his shark grin. "A'ight, you lay on back. Ya' let the master of ceremonies kick it off."

The cat had picked his position five minutes ago. He moved gracefully onto his paws and knees, tail held high above his round and flawless bottom. The lips of his vulva throbbed, wet and thick and bringing to mind juice-filled fruits again. Desmond licked his jowls as he started to slide one head of the ruby-red toy into the feline's pumped pussy.

"Gawd, ooh man. It's big," Sige muttered, his back arching so severely that his belly nearly dragged the floor. "I lo-o-ove a good stretch."

"Now who's the slut?" Desmond chuckled. He slowly fed the toy into Sige, watching the lips of the cat's pussy as they slid over the silicone flesh. The knot, only a minor bump at the moment, nudged into the lips and Desmond gave the toy another push, thinking for a moment of battering rams. The idea made him snicker.

"What's so funny?" Sige asked, not sounding too interested.

"Nothin, nothin," Desmond sighed. "Christ, ya' gone and took a whole foot of silicone doggy pecker and ya' got room to spare!" he cried as he stopped pressing in. The tube feeding from Sige's hand pump was just outside of his vulva's lips.

"Fu-u-uck you, fox boy," Sige replied with a grin. "I bet you can fit the whole thing in that oversized gash of yours."

"Shaddup," Desmond huffed, snickered. He passed Sige his pump and then started to feed the toy into his own vulva. It was harder to get it started on himself; he couldn't guide it like he had for Sige. You almost needed three people to use a dildo made for two.

When Desmond had the toy started in his cunt, he inched back on his knees and one paw, using the other to keep the shaft steady. He shivered, cooed as its gargantuan length opened him up and pressed apart the tender folds of his vulva. Halfway down he said, "Mm, you doin' all right back there? Not pushin' into you too hard?"

"Doing fi-i-ine," Sige sighed. He gave the hand pump a few squeezes. It reminded him of a stress ball. As he kneaded it, the knot inside of his vagina began to swell up, bloating a bit more every time. He moaned, said, "I gotta get myself one of these toys. Oh, that feels good."

"Goddamn right it does," Desmond agreed with the kind of redneck vigor Sige thought should be punctuated by a shotgun blast. "And don't you worry about pumpin' that knot up too far - it'll stop takin' on air when it's full. Trust me, I gone and tested that."

"Good to know, good to know," Sige purred, and gave the bulb a few more squeezes. He could hear the hiss of it taking in air and thrusting it down the tube. It sounded like a broken squeaky toy. "This feels so nice... I'm glad we met up."

Desmond squeezed his bulb a few times to get his knot plump. When he pressed back his behind, his pussy had to spread just to take it in, just like the real thing. His soft round bottom bumped into the cat and marked the end of the line. He said with a strained, small laugh, "Shit, if we were normal guys, we'd be real queers right now, huh?"

"Balls rubbing and everything," Sige agreed, wriggling back against Desmond. "You know what we gotta do now, right?"

"Not sure I do."

"We gotta fill these knots up as much as we can!" Sige said as if it were the most obvious course of action. And he started to furiously work his bulb, squeezing it again and again. Desmond joined in immediately and the soft hiss, hiss, hiss of their pumping filled the room. The knots were slow to stretch them but when the pressure really began, their pumping started to falter. Sige was the first to start losing his nerve but he still kept pumping; now it was a test of endurance.

Desmond gnawed his jowl, kept working at the bulb. His spade, already fattened by suction, bulged further to facilitate the enormous silicone knot. His toes curled, feet bumping into Sige's. He bleated, "You ain't-, ain't gonna fuckin' beat me at this."

The cat was grimacing, his eyes threatening to sprout tears. The stretch was incredible - how big could one toy get? The knot felt like it was the size of a basketball but it was closer to a grapefruit and very near its ultimate size. "You-, just shut your fucking mouth, coonfox," Sige huffed. "Ooh, gawddamn, it's like like I got a fucking watermelon in there."

Desmond nuzzled into the carpet. He was pushing back, bucking against the toy and against Sige. The pointed head of the shaft dug at his deepest reaches and the knot still swelled. The pressure against his g-spot was phenomenal. He said almost breathlessly, "Almost full! Almost fuckin' full, kitty!"

Sige gave it a few more squeezes. He had never felt so incredibly stuffed in all his life. Sex with horses and dragons had not prepared him for the insane size of an overfilled knot. He needed to find a big wolf as a fuckpal. "I-, I win!" Sige shakily cried, finding the bulb would not compress again. "I win!"

"Fuck you! Ya' had a head start!" Desmond snapped, sounding truly annoyed, but anger began to turn to pleasure, frustration into satisfaction. He nuzzled into the carpet and thrust himself back into Sige. Round orange cheeks rubbed into round black cheeks. The foxcoon yipped and yowled as he worked that knot all around his black box.

Sige heard Desmond's climax before the foxcoon triumphantly announced, "Well I fuckin' came!" Sige didn't care that Desmond came first. He was almost delirious from the mixture of pain and pleasure the tremendous knot subjected him to. He whined and wriggled, shoving his ass back into Desmond's girly butt to wedge the toy deeper, just a little bit deeper.

Finally Sige joined Desmond in orgasm, erupting with a yowl before falling against the carpet like Desmond had done minutes before. His honey barely escaped around the bulb of the knot. He whimpered and mewled, his pussy fighting the knot, trying to clench down but the air-filled silicone would not give. Having his vaginal muscles defied only deepened the cat's pleasure. He lay in the floor panting, mewling softly as if hurt, but he was completely satisfied.

Desmond pressed in a button on top of the bulb and the air gradually bled out of the knot on his end. "Little-, little button on top," Desmond muttered to Sige, sounding very tired. "Lets out the air," he explained as he pulled off of the toy, vulva throbbing and gaped like a fleshy cavern.

Sige also bled off the air but laid in the floor, one half of a two-person toy jutting out of his vulva which was by now beginning to return to its usual smoothness. He said contently, "I gotta buy an inflatable knot toy and a pussy pump. There goes this week's paycheck."

The foxcoon snickered. He sidled up to Sige and kissed his cheek. Sige accepted the implicit offer and slipped into Desmond's arms, still impaled with the toy. "I'm always just a call away, sugar. Me and my lil' bag of toys."