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Roxy eyed the foxcoon lustfully. Her desire couldn't have been more obvious if she'd painted it across the wide bulk of her ass. Every time he took a sip from the glass bottle in his fingers, she slid her tongue across her lips and thought of that sweet Coca-Cola like nothing else mattered. Anybody could get the stuff in the plastic bottles. The glass ones were a treat; all you tasted was the cola, no aftertaste, no adulteration. Every fiber of the raccoon needed that Coca-Cola.

Roxy the raccoon, three feet tall and almost pear-shaped, sidled up to the foxcoon with a smile on her face and coyness in her eyes. A carnival was the last place to try and roll somebody and Roxy wasn't the violent type to begin with - but fucking someone to get what she wanted? That was most definitely inside the realm of possibility. Anything for that fizzy drink.

The fox with the raccoon markings looked down at Roxy, his gaze drawn by the sound of her footsteps. He smiled, awkwardly she thought. "Hey," he said with clear interest, and sipped his Coke.

"Hey yourself," Roxy replied. "How's the weather up there, buddy?" She grinned at the foxcoon, touched a paw to his hip. "Hey, you know - I like your tail."

"Thanks. I like my tail too." He nodded, said, "I like yours too. Nice rings, good body."

"Nice Coke," Roxy said.

The fox blinked. "Nice what?"

Roxy pushed him into the shadows between souvenir stalls, chased him in, kept nudging him back like she'd turned rabid. She watched as he backpedaled, her eyes fixed on the glistening glass bottle he held.

"What the hell are you doing, lady?" the foxcoon asked her, but there was a weird twinge of excitement in his voice.

"Keep quiet," Roxy hissed and grabbed at the fox with her small but spindly fingers. As she opened his fly, she never once considered that she could simply ask for a sip of his Coca-Cola. Roxy was used to trading for things she wanted - and all she had to trade was sex.

"What the fuck," the fox tonelessly said and watched as the raccoon opened his jeans and yanked down his briefs. His penis, small and flaccid, immediately fell under Roxy's grip.

"Kinda small," the girl muttered, tugging and groping, trying her hardest to fluff the fox. "Hey, what kinda guy are you? An ass man?"

Taken aback, feeling like he was in the middle of a contrived porno fantasy, the fox blurted out, "Ass man, totally."

Good, because I can't help if you like tits, thought the flat raccoon. She glanced at his penis which was finally growing stiff; still not much bigger. Again she looked at the bottle, licked her lips, sighed. That sweet Coke would make it all worthwhile.

The foxcoon followed Roxy's eyes. With a smile just beginning, he waved the drink slowly back and forth and watched as Roxy tracked it. "You want my Coke, don't you?"

"No shit," Roxy grunted.

"You could've just asked."

Roxy looked at him, her paw going still. "Then-," hope made her voice girlish and small, "then can I-?"

"No," the fox flatly denied her and withdrew the bottle. "Now I want whatever you were gonna do with your butt. You think I'm stupid?"

Roxy huffed and pushed him back like a child throwing a tantrum. He landed on a mound of collapsed cardboard boxes, thankfully clean. A few precious drops of Coke spilled from the bottle. Roxy winced and said as she hurriedly yanked down her shorts, "Don't waste any of it, stupid!"

"Jeez, it's just Coke, it's not like the shit's hard to find," the fox groused. He supposed if it was about to get him laid, though, then it must be pretty valuable. He asked as conversationally as he could, "Uh, what are you gonna do?"

The raccoon, now bottomless, dropped onto him like a child flopping into bed - her tiny size made her easy to compare to a child but her hips were enormous, so womanly that no mistake could be made about her age. Her wide ass pushed against his cock, pillowy gray cheeks rubbing teasingly on the small shaft. The foxcoon moaned for her, grabbed her hip in his free paw.

"Yeah. Yeah, you like ass, don't you, ass man?" Roxy huffed. Grinding, pushing, rubbing her cheeks across that small, dripping piece of meat. She reached back, pawed at it. Started to force it between her cheeks, bounced a bit more, hotdogged him before pulling up again. Her cheeks ground across it like she was trying to polish him. "Come o-o-on, just gimme the fucking Coke..."

The fox was blushing, ears splayed down in his hair. "Not a chance," he growled. "You get this once I shoot."

Roxy, with eyes on the frosty, half-empty bottle, took the promise to heart. She pushed back again, held his cock, forced its length between her ass cheeks. Even her tiny stature could not compensate for his endowment; he didn't make it past her cheeks, couldn't get into her ass.

"Gonna have to settle for the cheeks," Roxy said, grinning. As a consolation prize she tugged up her shirt. The relatively smooth curve of her chest greeted him, nipples poking barely through the fur.

"Fine, whatever, fine," the foxcoon murmured. He was blushing and Roxy liked that quite a bit. He looked so cute and vulnerable that she almost liked him in spite of his tiny dick. The Coke was to her what a suitcase full of money would be to other women, of course - it made him infinitely more desirable. She rode on him with her cheeks alone, bounced hard on his small cock, and thought the whole time just gotta make him cum and that fucking Coke is mine, all mine, idiot doesn't know how good that stuff is.

She didn't know his name, didn't care either; it was all about the cola. Each bounce made her wide, fat ass cheeks slide up and down that small, uncircumcised cock and the pillowy squeeze left him squirming and huffing. His guard on the Coke seemed to wane. Roxy eyed it and waited for the perfect moment to snatch it away.

"Goddamn," the fox panted, letting the bottle drift tantalizingly near the raccoon. She reached slowly for it and the fox's paw drifted back, just out of reach of her short arms. Roxy swore under her breath.

"C'mon, cum already," the raccoon groaned. She was unabashedly a junkie in need of a hit. Her skin felt itchy, her mind fragmented. Still she bounced, riding hard, chubby legs propelling her up and down the strange fox on the bed of cardboard. "Cum for me-e-e. I need that fucking Coke."

The fox looked at her, grinning but blushing. "You think this is cocaine or something? It's really just a fucking Coke, lady."

"I know it is," Roxy moaned, and slammed her fat ass down harder still. His cock prodded at her anus, the poke into her bud enough to make Roxy squeak and blush a bit herself.

The foxcoon moaned, "Oh, shit, more like that. More like that."

"Yeah, come on! You're an ass man, you love this kinda thing, right? Cum for me!" Bouncing and bouncing, ass cheeks squeezing his cock, hot fur and jiggly flesh hugging him tightly. Roxy pushed down with everything she had, mashed her plump bubble butt into his groin over and over, never quite achieved that anal prod again but not for a lack of trying.

"I'm gonna-, I'm gonna cum real soon," the foxcoon said, his breathing labored. "Keep going. Keep going and I'll even give you an extra one. Unopened. Ice-fuckin-cold. Just let me shoot, you weird midget bitch."

Roxy gnawed her lip. She was grinning, tail swaying. Riding him was tiring her legs out but she could keep going for a brand new Coke all to herself. "Yeah, you bet," she accommodatingly said, her tone sweet as soda. "Yeah, gonna make you cum, make you fucking squirt all over, oh yeah, oh yeah. C'mon, foxycoon." She rubbed his chest, his neck, up over his cheeks. Still riding, giving him everything she had with her wide ass. Her crack was slick with his precum. "C'mon, coonyfox, come o-o-on..."

Her eyes never left the bottle and its swirling sudsy contents. She could taste it already, the sweet surge and the savory burst of flavor. That somewhat sticky feeling and the aftertaste as it rolled down her throat. Hell, even a good belch with a gut full of Coca-Cola could be tasty in its own way; Roxy loved the whole experience, she didn't cherrypick.

"Uh, fuck," he breathed, free paw feeling her chest, strumming her nipples. Roxy shivered with pleasure despite herself. "Ooh my god, here. Here, take the fucking-."

Roxy snatched the soda away, began to chug it as the stranger came. She and the foxcoon both moaned with sublime ecstasy. Into her still-gyrating ass cheeks, he shot his sticky mess, the semen clinging to the plush fibers of her fur, making webs and strings as she bounced on him. His paws held her hips, pulled her down a few times, and then he tried to hold her still. "Stop-, stop now, stop. God, that was good. Good trade."

"It su-u-ure was," Roxy sighed, and burped delicately. Still sitting on the foxcoon's groin, she slurped into the mouth of the bottle, tilted it back as far as it could go. Every drop was precious; she swallowed it with a moan of pure exultation. The fox watched, his eyes refusing to really believe what he was seeing.

"You're a freak," he said, awed.

"Yeah," Roxy easily agreed. Afterglow permeated her voice. The foxcoon realized then that Roxy's cunt was wet, its moisture oozing into his fur. "Now where's that other Coke?" she asked firmly. "C'mon. I gave you one hell of a buttjob. I would have given you anal if you weren't such a baby-dick." She grinned. "A deal's a deal."

The fox huffed. "Yeah. Deal's a deal. Wait here."

Roxy rolled off of him into the cardboard. She considered chasing him - what if he tried to get away? Why would he want to get away? Probably thinks he can get more sex out of me.

He pulled up his pants and stepped out of the shadows. Roxy watched, waited, confident in the knowledge that her wide little ass would bring him back. And it did. Not with one bottle, but two. Now she was sure she loved him. It could only be love. Where was he getting those glass bottles from? It didn't matter. She loved him now.

"Ohhh my god, two bottles," Roxy moaned, hopping, reaching for them. Her paws fell on his body, his groin, and pawed at him. "I'll suck you dry, suck the rest of the cum right out of your balls. Let you fuck me any way you want. Just gimme, gimme!"

"Here. Here, you little junkie," the fox sneered. He sat down in the cardboard again and watched her chug. He fondled her, rubbed her sticky behind and the lips of her cunt. The folds were incredibly wet. "You, uh, you figure I could get some pussy? Since I brought you two and all."

Halfway through her chug, Roxy looked at him with both contempt and amusement. "Seriously, man? You're cute and the Coke's nice, sure, but... come on. You're like two inches long. Even I'm not gonna feel that."

"Three, and a half," the fox grumbled.

Roxy giggled and went back to her drink. The foxcoon shook up the other Coke. He shook it out of view, in the deep darkness of the gap where none of the carnival's vibrant light bled in. And when he could feel the fizzy pressure even through the sturdy glass, he twisted off the cap and quickly pushed his thumb over the hole. "Hey - c'mere. At least let me look at your pussy, huh?"

The raccoon sucked the bottle clean, that fresh and frosty Coke rolling down her throat like nectar from the gods. She burped again, far less delicately, and she tossed the empty bottle aside. "Yeah. Mm, yeah, sure. If you're that desperate to see pussy." Eyes delirious with soda-induced pleasure, she stood with legs parted, pulled apart the folds of her cunt, showed him the deep pink within. "Here. See? You happy now? Gimme that Coke, baby-dick."

"Sure," the fox said - and he plunged the neck into her cunt, pulled back his thumb just in time to release the spray into her body.

Roxy shrieked as the ice-cold drink rushed into her and filled her tiny body with bubbles and sugar and caramel-colored dye. He pushed the neck in deeper and plugged her tight; the pressure started to build and her belly bulged, a smooth curve emerging as if she were rapidly progressing through a pregnancy.

"Fuck-! Fuck you! What the-, stop, stop that!" Roxy shrieked, pushing on the fox, smacking him, her tiny strength no use against even an effeminate male like him. She fell back, arms pinwheeling, and when she landed on her ass the bottle came free. Cold soda gushed from between her legs and in the process Roxy herself gushed; she had never been fucked with Coke before but now the idea seemed so obvious.

She pawed at the ground, moaning in ecstasy, and she shoved the neck of the bottle back in. Caught some of the escaping soda as her belly rapidly shrunk back down. Brought it to her lips and drank the now lukewarm soda, tasting vaguely of herself. Move over, Cherry Coke, here's the hot new flavor thought the raccoon between swells of pleasure.

"Oh fuck yes," she groaned. "Oh, god," she drizzled the remaining tainted drink over her breasts, "oh, you're a genius. Do that again."

The fox looked at her, stunned and more than a little bit aroused. He could really only smile. "I guess I'll go get a couple more bottles." He hesitated, looked at her, and his smile widened. "You gonna make it worth my while?"

Roxy groaned in a voice in dire need of satisfaction, "All the pussy you want. Just more Coke."

Eventually, he thought, he would tell her that he was a distributor and could get her all the glass bottles of Coke she needed. Eventually - not yet. He came back with three more bottles and started to shake another up.