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Pittsburgh was all winding hills till you reached downtown. Then it was cracked pavement, people in suits walking up Boulevard of the Allies. Service workers with blue-tooth speakers playing in their bag waited at the bus stops. Homeless shared corners, occasionally sharing words with the locals. It was a small town city once you got away from the college campus. Lived here long enough and people knew you well as the ancient, Pepsi vending machine that still had an ad for the phantom menace. Cap was taking a picture of it with his phone because he couldn't believe he was looking at kid Anakin, the young red fox in their pod-racer get up. He sent it to a friend, and was gratified with a response that was just, "Literally what the fuck." Cap pocketed his phone and hugged his jacket closer, his bare, shivering, opossum's tail not used to this fall weather. He was walking down the block to check out a local coffee shop built into the corner of one of the downtown hotels. Its doors were around the side like a shady highway gas station bathroom only with well-to-do furs shuffling in and out. Many of them with suitcases, having just arrived or on their way out of the city. Cap was basically a tourist as well. He'd just published a book under Carrion Press, and was invited to the launch party and a few readings at local bookstores in the area. The trip wasn't paid. But Cap had some money saved up, and it was his first full-length collection. He told himself it was worth the plane ticket. His chattering teeth told him he made a huge mistake leaving the Carolinas. The party was tomorrow night--he'd wanted to give himself a day to explore the city. For Cap that just meant checking out local coffee shops until his teeth's chattering was caused by something other than the cold. Cap got inside and sighed in relief, rubbing his pink hands together, before he shoved his hat in his jacket pocket. The possum got in line and took the place in. Pastel blue chairs were mismatched with tables made of reclaimed doors with a glass top glued to them. The place looked like it only seated a dozen people. Most of the tables were taken, but the bar stools seemed fine, easier for his tail anyways. Behind a wooden countertop with a polished finish were three workers as mismatched as the décor. A bear who seemed too big to move quickly behind the cramped space was bossing around a wiry lizard and a rat who kept making faces every time the bear turned away from him. The menu was arrayed on a chalkboard. Cap was so busy looking around, he barely glanced at the menu before reaching the counter. The bear put on a practiced smile and said, "Morning, sir, what can I get ya?" "Umm..." Cap looked from the menu, to the sign that had the current roasts on tap, to a display bowl that held a bunch of bought-somewhere-else-and-brought-here pastries. "Need some help?" Cap flinched, the voice right in his ear was deep and sweet. Like the feeling of crushing velvet in your hands. A deer stepped in front of him and placed their elbow on the counter. They were taller than Cap by about a head, and that didn't include their antlers, which put them a foot over the possum. They wore a fall-orange peacoat, and beneath it was a long flowing black skirt with a slit from the knee down to show the white spots that went down their leg to their bare hoof. Their hair was a thick brown braid that went to their shoulder-blades. They said to bear, "Listen here, Fred, my friend here, he's just visiting. And you've only got one impression to give him, so what would you want someone to leave your café with that you'd want them to tell other people about?" "I dunno, Carn, I guess our lavender espresso latte's pretty good." The deer faced Cap and said, "Well, sound good to you?" Cap gibbered a sec, then said, "Uh, yeah, sure." "Okay, what's the name on that?" "Cap." "Cap, huh?" The deer pointed to the coffee menu and said, "Americano for me, Fred, just keep it black, no sugar." "Carn" had turned away but Cap got a good look at her face by then. She wore eyeliner, and wore two brow piercings on her left brow, her right eye had a white patch over it. She had an industrial piercing in each ear. Her eyes were a bright hazel. Cap heard the fake cash register sound coming from Fred's ipad. "That's 5.60." Cap fumbled for the wallet in his back pocket, "Wait, we're not--" Carn dismissed him with a wave of her hand, which Cap noticed had a set of silver bracelets. "Oh it's fine, dear. A table just cleared out, you can make it up to me by getting us those seats while I leave Fred here a tip." Cap took a seat, embarrassed for some reason. Was he being talked down to? Was this woman just strange and overly friendly? Did she want his number? He was looking down at the rusted keyhole under the glass-top of the table and so didn't notice Carn until she pulled out the other chair. She held out her hand and said, "Name's Carnelian? Cap your real name?" "Would you believe it's actually Captain Crunch?" Carnelian laughed softly and said, "I thought I recognized you from somewhere." She took off her peacoat and threw it on the chair. She wore a sleeveless blouse, the buttons undone enough to see the soft brown fur of her chest. Her breasts were small, considering how big she was everywhere else. "She/her pronouns for me, by the way, just in case you couldn't figure it out." "It, uh, took me a moment. Could you really tell I wasn't from here?" "I clocked you outside when I saw that poor tail of yours shivering so much it looked like it might fall off. It's not even that cold ." "It's still warm where I'm from." "Where's that?" "South Carolina." "Where's your accent?" Cap rolled his eyes. Carnelian put up her hands, "I get it, I get it, city boy, huh?" "My whole life." "Me, too, except for the boy part. Decided to change that one up a few years ago." "Order for Cap and Carn?" The lizard from behind the counter placed their steaming drinks at the end of the bar. "Mind getting that, hun?" Carnelian asked. As Cap carefully grabbed both mugs, Fred looked up from where he was packing a puck of espresso and locked eyes with him. He said, cryptically, "Good luck with that one," and he glanced at Carnelian before turning around and growling at the rat about something. Carnelian was on her phone when Cap got their drinks back on the table. She took a sip of her coffee while he sat, then asked him, "So why are you in town, Cap?" Cap actually felt a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. He'd been embarrassed about this whole reading thing. Even with friends and family congratulating him. He scratched the back of his head and tried to smile. "Well, actually, I'm a writer. And I've got my first book opening happening tomorrow night." Carnelian beamed. "Congratulations! That's so exciting. I actually know a lot of people in the writing community here--I get drinks with some of the Creative Writing teachers at Carnegie Mellon from time to time." Cap didn't expect that exact response. "You, uh, teacher?" "Professor, yes. Moved here a couple years ago for the job. So what do you write about?" "It's uh..." Cap licked his lips. How to describe writing literary horror as a means to explore his sexuality and mental illness? Did he just say that? Did that sound stupid? Pretentious? This person worked at a college so-- "Prose? Poetry?" Carnelian prompted. "Uh, short stories, mostly." "Did you get an MFA from somewhere, then?" "No, I started writing after I failed out of medical school..." Cap said it before he realized he might be oversharing, and he looked away. "Eh... heh..." A hand touched his and he met Carnelian's very intense gaze. She said, "Med school is bullshit, college is bullshit, you don't need to feel bad about something that's designed to kick people out if they aren't rich or normie enough." Cap's ears flattened again, and he said, "Thanks... it was a long time ago, I'm mostly over it--" then he thought of a way to change the subject, "Actually! The first story of my collection is about this mink who's just started his clinical clerkship who starts seeing things one day..."

Cap and Carnelian were walking down Third Avenue together, the possum not nearly so aware of the cold now that he matched stride with the deer. She was a welcoming, confident sort that Cap couldn't say no to. When they finished their drinks she offered to walk him to another coffee shop, though she was elusive on the name. "Do you usually have Thursdays off?" Cap asked. "Depends on the semester. I only teach on Monday and Wednesday's, so I try to stay off campus much as possible. It just... oozes rich. Not really my thing." "Right..." "Had sex with the secretary of the Dean of Students once, in the old fur's office." "Pfft--what?" "Yeah, I try to have a hook-up in every place I work. I've got a streak to keep up," she winked. "Speaking of, I'm hoping to get lucky tonight. If you're interested you should hit up a bar with me." "I wouldn't mind something later to help come down after all this caffeine." "That's the spirit. I've got a surgery next week, so I've been off my testosterone blockers for a week now and it's hard not to howl like a wolf when I see a nice ass." "Oh, are you getting... the... you know--" Carnelian laughed. "Why does every cis person think we're cutting our dicks off when we say surgery?" "Oh--damn I'm sorry," Cap said. Carnelian came to a stop and faced him, "It's fine hun, I'm just getting my brow shaved." "Like the bone?" "Yep." "Sounds... painful." "Well, beauty is pain." Carnelian gestured to a door. "We're here by the way." It was an apartment building, Cap knew because the door was locked and there was a buzzer with a set of rooms. Carnelian winked at him. "I make a mean cup of coffee." "Oh... ohhhhhhh." Carnelian giggled at him. "You want to come up?" Cap blushed and said, "Uh, yeah, sure. Can't pass up a free cup of coffee." She leaned in and groped his ass, which made him freeze up so hard he thought he might fall over playing dead. "Who said it was free?" Carnelian whispered in his ear. She walked up the door and unlocked it. "You can always say no, Cap." Cap rubbed the back of his head and said, "Yeah, I'm sorry, I guess I just wasn't expecting to hook up with anyone in town. You're really cute and I just--" She reached down and brushed his cheek. "You wanna come in on not?" Cap simply blushed and nodded. Carnelian's apartment was a sparsely furnished one bedroom apartment. The kitchen was clean, but the stove was dirty from clear constant use. There was a desk in the main room in one corner, looking out a window, with a couch in the middle of the floor and a TV mounted to the wall. Some wall-art of birds and nature prints, and furniture clearly thrifted completed the ensemble. It was warmer than the coffee shop, and Cap found himself unzipping his jacket as Carnelian walked in and threw her peacoat on the couch. "That's a cute top," she said, facing him. He was wearing a slightly transparent flower print button up with a white undershirt beneath. Cap said, "Thanks--uh..." in front of him, Carnelian had unzipped her blouse and slipped it off with practiced ease, revealing her white furred belly and black bralette. The straps were lace, her bust a b-cup at most. "I... I..." Cap scrambled for a minute. Carnelian laughed at him and closed the distance between them. "Guess, I shouldn't be surprised at this point that you aren't very forward." She kissed his snout gently, "You're cute, I like you, and I know you're into me. Just relax." She stopped and then leaned back and gave him an assessing look. "You're not a virgin, are you?" "No! I've had plenty of sex! With men and women!" She giggled again and cocked her head, "You make it sound so convincing when you're this embarrassed." Cap sighed and admitted, "I'm just not used to someone taking the lead with me so easily." "Do you prefer to dom?" "Sub, actually, but usually I end up--" "Don't worry about that. I told you, didn't I? I'm basically in rut right now, and I knew..." and she leaned in closer, a hand of hers grabbing Cap's and leading it to her crotch, "soon as I saw your ass I wanted to bury my cock in it." She placed Cap's hand on the outline of her cock rising against her skirt. It was hard, and heavy in the weight of his palm. She kissed him and her tongue tasted of the black coffee from twenty minutes before. Cap melted, he'd never done anything so quickly with anyone. His arms wrapped around her waist, one traveling to outline her butt while the other rubbed up her back. "Mmmm," she moaned and groped him again before pulling away and said, "Let me show you to the bedroom. And have those clothes off you by the time we get there." As she strut across the room to the door at the opposite end of it, Cap frantically started stripping. By the time she was sitting on her bed he'd kicked off his underwear and was standing bare in the doorway for her. His cock and balls were completely average, and he had a slight belly, but he knew she was right about his ass. He rarely saw any men with better butts. To the right of the door was the bathroom, a closet on the opposite side. The bed was a full, with old sheets and comforter, pillows for two. Carnelian delicately took off her bralette and dropped it on the floor. Her breasts were slight, but pert, the areolas pink with clearly visible and erect nipples. Her eyes glanced down at Cap's erection, "Glad to see you're eager. Not to spoil the mood, but you're not carrying anything right? Do I need to get the condoms out?" "I don't think so--I've not had sex with anyone in--" he cut himself, embarrassed. "Seems I'm not the only one in a rut," Carnelian offered him a smile. "Where do you want to start?" "I wanna suck your dick." Carnelian laughed. "Alright, then. Skirt on or off?" "I want to look at your face." "Good answer," she said and began pushing down her skirt. She opened her legs and her cock hung weighty in the air, oozing pre. It was uncut, the color darker than her areolas. It was the biggest dick Cap had ever had the chance to fuck around with. "Think you can handle it?" "How big are you?" "Nine inches." "I've got a toy that's seven but damn..." "You'll need a bigger toy after I'm done with you, now get down here. The next time I kiss you I wanna taste my cum." Cap never got on his knees quickly as he did then. Like a priest before their god, only his object of worship was soon rubbing against his face. He noticed her balls weren't as remarkable, but he knew that to be expected with trans women. Pre was smeared into his fur and Carnelian's hand was on the back of his head like she owned him. She led his head up and down her cock, and he obediently licked it, shuddering out soft moans. Her musk was strong and heavy, like she'd already rubbed one off and not bothered to clean up the smell of her cum. "Knew you were a cockslut from the moment I saw you," Carnelian said, and Cap felt his dick throb from her words. Without needing to be told to, she pressed her tip to his lips and he ushered it in, loosing his first real moan as his tongue worked under her foreskin and pushed it back. She shot a jet of pre, which made her stiffen up a moment. Then she started pushing him down. Cap didn't panic, he was proud of the fact he knew how to deep throat a dick. Without losing concentration, he felt Carnelian's fat cock begin to push into his throat, as she worked him down the shaft. His snout pressed into her crotch, and she groaned. Her cock jerked and shot another load of pre, which Cap swallowed. He started to suck and swallow, massaging her cock best he could. She let him, her cock throbbing and letting a steady shot, shudder, shot of pre come down his throat. But eventually, Cap needed to breathe. He tapped her leg, and, reluctantly, she started to withdraw until he was tonguing her urethra as it rested in her mouth. Carnelian stood up, the grip on Cap's head tightening as he looked up to keep her tool in his mouth. With his head tilted up, throat extended, it was easier for him to take Carnelian in his throat when she slammed her cock back down. His snout smashed into her crotch, and her balls smacked his chin. Carnelian worked up a pace while Cap just hung on, trying not to choke at this rough treatment. He was so fucking hard. He always wanted someone to treat him like this. He knew if he even touched his cock he'd cum, but he wanted to be left on the edge of bliss like this, while the grunting deer above him used his throat like a cock sleeve. As she slammed down on his face, a mixture of drool and pre was starting to seep out his lips. He felt messy and sluttish as she grunted and froze up, tip of her cock in his mouth. A deep growl from above broke him from his reverie. "Don't you fucking dare swallow, slut." Then she came, gasping. That first shot spit to the back of Cap's throat and the surprise almost made him gag. He quickly wrapped his tongue around the cock again, trying to obediently hold everything in his mouth as she made shot after shot. It was thick, and tasted virile. He struggled to hold it all as the flow began to taper off, it began to drool from his muzzle and down into his fur. Then she pulled out and furiously jerked her cock a moment before one, last final shot splashed across his face, covering one of his eyes. She stroked his chin as she said, "You've done a good job, slut. Now stand up here with me." As Cap did, he felt her cock brush against his own. She was still hard. Her eyes were sultry as she brushed the cum on his face, out of his eyes and deeper into her fur. Then that same hand pushed him into a sloppy kiss, and as soon as his mouth opened cum spilled out, across both their chests, hot and dragging down their fur before she sealed the gap with her mouth and they exchanged it back and forth between them. Their tongues pushed together, and with her free hand, Carnelian grabbed his cock and pushed it against hers. With a skilled hand, she managed to press his cockhead between her foreskin, and began to gently rock against him. He'd never done docking before. He hadn't snowballed in years. He didn't remember the last time he came so hard. His knees grew limp and he moaned weakly, lips quivering and more cum spilling between them, as Carnelian's hand on his cock held him there while she humped into it slowly, working off his nut as his cum spilled past her foreskin into her hand and around his shaft. She finally pulled away, with a helping of her own cum and swallowed, moaning happily as she did. Cap was exhausted, but knew she was far from through with him as he swallowed what was left in his mouth. Carnelian stroked his ear, she had not stopped grinding his cock into her now cum filled foreskin. "Doing okay?" she asked softly. Cap's response was a dopey, "I... uh..." he nodded. "I'm going to fuck you now." He nodded again before she finally let go of his cock. She turned him to the bed and he gladly fell on his stomach when she pushed him. Carnelian admired his grey and white back before looking at his ass. He had a fat one, with so much shape that even in his winter get-up Carnelian could tell this fool possum was thick and fuckable. Cap felt a pair of hands grope him and he moaned as he felt his cheeks pulled apart, revealing his soft, pink anus. Carnelian was kneeling behind him, and took a deep smell of his musk. His tail twitched cutely in anticipation. She couldn't help herself. She loved eating ass. Cap felt her muzzle bury itself in his bubble butt, before an insistent tongue began pushing against his tailhole. He let out, a deep, relaxed moan as Carnelian eagerly ate him out. She was in heaven, relishing in his musk and taste. She was a fucking, nasty slutty deer, and relished the chance to eat an ass that clearly had been sweating and working up a scent. She kissed his rim, and tongued deeply, working her tongue in. Cap groaned and grabbed a pillow so he could bite down on it. It had been so long his cock was hard again. In fact, he wasn't sure he ever got soft. This doe was giving him the fucking of a lifetime and she'd not even fucked him yet. Carnelian could have stayed there and stroked herself to orgasm another three times, but that's not what she'd promised this slut. She got up, making sure to slap his ass cheek and get a yelp from him before she walked to her closet. Cap heard her opening the sliding door and asked, "Lube?" "We won't need it," Carnelian said with a confidence that made him shudder. He felt her weight on the bed, then her hands quickly worked something around his throat, which Cap recognized as a collar as she cinched it tight. He felt a tug on the back of it, a leash. "Oh fuck," he whispered. "You like it?" "Fuck yes," he said before he found the energy to lift his ass in the air. "Of course you do, slut." Carnelian got on her knees behind him, black leather leash wrapped in her hand as she spread his ass. His tail perked up and out of the way as she ground her cockhead against him, her spit and his cum pressing against his anus. Then with one hand on her cock, she began to push on his entrance. Cap took a slow, deep breath and relaxed as he started to slowly give to her insistent dick. Then it sank in and he groaned as he was opened up, a mix of pain and pleasure. He missed the feeling of a real cock so much. She rested there for a moment with the tip inside him, he could feel her throbbing and more of that copious pre drooling inside of him. Carnelian loved watching her cock slowly fill sluts like this. It's why she couldn't imagine getting rid of it, much as she loved getting fucked. She took a deep breath, the room smelled like rut, his scent still rubbed onto her muzzle. She leaned forward and began to push more of her shaft into his clutching warmth. He was definitely tight. She would enjoy fucking that out of him. Cap was biting down on the pillow again, panting as he struggled past the mid-section of her cock. The fullness of her was so much. He groaned, but she continued her slow, relentless drop into his ass, occasionally grinding out then back in. She worked and massaged his walls loose, he felt her already hitting his prostate. He wasn't sure he'd be able to last until she came. He was so concentrated on himself he didn't notice Carnelian's labored breathing until he felt warmth begin to fill him. He heard her groan, "F... fuck," as she came again, cock only halfway in his ass. He couldn't believe that after all of that she'd already finished. Her second orgasm was just as potent as her first, and without thinking he moved his hand down to try and finish himself while she was still cumming. Then he felt a hard jerk on the leash and suddenly Carnelian's entire cock had hilted him. He let out a long groan, head upturned and in the air as Carnelian, in that deep, rough growl said, "Who the fuck said you could touch yourself? You think were finished yet? I told you I'm in rut... f-fuck," and he felt her pulsing cock fill him with another shot of cum before she managed her growl again. "We've got a lot more to go you fucking slut." She leaned over and shoved his head down, leash pulled tight so the collar was choking him. "Put your pink little paws on that pillow and keep them there." He did as told. He'd never felt so fucking dominated or horny in his goddamn life. Carnelian's cock was still leaking cum inside him. "Good slut, keep behaving and I won't have to get out the cock cage." God, Cap shivered all the way up to his tail. He was tempted to let her do it to him, but all thought of that was blasted from his head as she pulled out and then slammed back in. It was rough, his whole body rocked forward. He tried to moan but it was choked off by the collar. He hadn't even realized he'd not taken a breath. He wondered if he needed permission for that too. It took three more hard thrusts before Cap came again, airway still slightly cut off. He was seeing stars, Carnelian was saying something but he was lightheaded and cumming harder than ever before. He'd never came hands free before, and she wasn't even close to through. Carnelian fucked Cap into the bed, till his cock was shooting against his belly and his gut was rubbing into the seed already stained on the sheets. She finally eased off his throat and Cap took a gasping breath as his orgasm leveled off and she placed both hands down on the bed on either side his head. In the back of Carnelian's mind, she realized she should have established a safe word for the poor opossum first. She recognized his fucked stupid look, drooling on her pillow, eyes practically glazed over as he panted for breath. She didn't care at the moment. Wrong as it was, she was too much in a rut to even care about his consent anymore. He could try to fight her off and she would still pin him and breed him at this point. Cap felt Carnelian's slow, deep thrusts turn into a set of short, shallow ones as she started smacking her hips to his ass. The rapid-fire pounding on his prostate woke his weak cock back up, though he wasn't sure if he could take cumming again. Carnelian was happy to fuck his brains out regardless, alternating between those rapid thrusts and then the occasional long, slow thrust, as if she was pacing herself, making sure she didn't cum again to quickly. On those long thrust, when her wet, nine-inch cock pulled out, Cap could feel her cum spilling out around her shaft and sliding down his crack and onto his taint. She hilted him again, gritting her teeth as his ass was sloppy, wet, warm and trying to squeeze down on her tool. She wasn't even sure there was brain enough left in the possum to make a conscious effort. She left herself hilted in him a moment and rested on top his back, panting. "Fuck your ass is good." Cap made a dazed, "Uh huh." She knew she had one big orgasm left and she didn't honestly want to have it the same way she would while fucking a flesh-light. With a quick tug of his leash and a hand on his hips, she rolled him on his side, hooking her leg underneath his and raising it up to leave him spread eagle, the action tightening him up a little as she started to hump into him again. Cap felt Carnelian's hand touch his chin and guide him. He twisted his muzzle up and to the side to kiss her again. Her tongue entered his mouth and he moaned as he tasted himself and her cum on her tongue. As her dick continued its long, insistent thrusts, he wrapped his tail around her waist. In this position, even more of her cum spilled out of him when she withdrew, the result making him feel like some bitch in heat with all the fur on his ass and taint matted and wet with cum. Cap was actually participating again, and it got Carnelian hot to share another sloppy kiss with him while he tried his best to milk her cock with his ass. It was hot and wet. She loved sloppy fucks like this. She felt her next orgasm coming, and this time she didn't try to fight it or usher it on. She kept a slow, insistent pace, at this angle her whole cock slid against his prostate as she pushed in. Looking down, she could see his cock was close too, his balls bunched together and ready to blow. Cap almost didn't notice when Carnelian started cumming. He was already such a mess how could he notice more? Carnelian didn't stop thrusting this time, keeping her pace of even strokes as she moaned into his mouth, the hand cupping the back of his head a little more firm in pressing him into their kiss as she worked her cock in slow, sawing strokes over his prostate until he started cumming again. This was no hard spurt, but a set of long, drawn out ones that dribbled out his foreskin and down into his white crotch fur. Each insistent stroke from her drawing out another one. Cap wanted to pull away to mutter a whole slew of curses as this orgasm made his whole body shake and shiver. Carnelian wouldn't let him go, though. She felt her own climax tapering off, and on the bottom half of her thrusts she smacked their hips together to try and draw this out more. Even she would need a break after this one, and she wanted to make it last with this sloppy cumslut she picked up. She felt Cap's orgasm fade away as hers did, his whole body releasing its tension and his ass no longer trying to stop her cock's thrusting. He stopped kissing her, going limp, and she was happy to lay him down and leave herself hilted in him. His ass and her hips a thorough, slutty mess. She ran a hand down his front and murred at her handy work as she rubbed cum into his fur, kissing the back of his neck for a moment. Eventually she asked, "Doing okay?" An exhausted, "Mhmm." "Was it good?" He was quiet for a moment, then in a dopey voice said, "The best." She chuckled and nibbled on his ear affectionately. "I get that a lot." "Fuck... I bet," Cap said before letting out a contented sigh. She wrapped her arms around him and enjoyed the warmth of her breasts pushing into his back as they spooned each other. After a few minutes of blissful silence, Carnelian had almost drifted off to sleep when Cap spoke up, "How about that coffee, though?" "Oh..." she giggled, "I'm out actually, tea okay though?" Cap made a pained groan.