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Katy did her best to be a good person, and live a good, righteous life.

Even so, she felt like she'd been blessed beyond reason to have such a kind and understanding boyfriend as Ian.

Very few men would be understanding of a girl who was interested in other people, despite being in love with them, and fewer still would be okay with that person pursuing the romantic and sensual affections of another person while they were still together.

Ian was just that kind of man, however; he'd even _encouraged_Katy to finally ask her crush on a date, and he was smiling all the while when he heard the excitement in his girlfriend's voice when the plan went off without a hitch.

The only drawback to the evening, when Katy finally returned home with her date, was the fact that she knew Ian wouldn't still be in her bed when she opened the door.

"Hard to believe that you were able to find a guy like that in this day and age," her date whispered. It wasn't clear to her that it was okay for Katy to bring someone home in the middle of the night, and though the rest of the dorm was silent, Katy wasn't doing much to keep herself quiet as she ushered her date to the bed. "Why isn't he here, though?"

Katy sighed. "He never hangs around for this part of the night, even when I tell him he's allowed to play with other girls, too," she admitted. "He's just not as into the idea as I am, I guess."

Her sexual flexibility meant that Katy lusted after women just as much as she did other men, and in the heat of such a moment, Ian didn't want to be around: he hated the idea of getting in the middle of the action, thinking that he'd just be in the way of Katy's enjoyment.

"You know, it's okay for you to enjoy yourself without him," the silver vixen assured her. A young, sweet woman by the name of Amy, she'd been waiting for her chance to get Katy alone for the evening, in the hopes that she might sway the young fosky in to a more permanent relationship...but she truly admired the connection that Katy shared with Ian. "I'm pretty sure that's what he's trying to tell you when he lets you spend time alone with someone like me."

"Someone who's only after one thing?" Katy teased.

Amy smiled bashfully at the thought. "I wouldn't say just one thing, if I'm being honest. I was really hoping we could do a lot more than one thing."

"I suppose that's the reason that I welcomed you here in the first place, isn't it?" Katy murmured. Her voice was demure, as if what she was doing was wrong, but there was less of a sensation of guilt, and simply a drifting of her mind to how lucky she was to have such an understanding man in her life.

As she sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress, she felt the vixen doing right by her species and rapidly approaching: they weren't going to waste any time getting to the action and taking things wherever they were willing to go, but Katy was taking a gamble by assuming that Amy was into all of the same kinks that she was.

Even knowing that, she wasn't going to turn back then, when the vulpine was already climbing into her lap and leaving a warm, ticklish trail of kisses along the side of her neck...

**

Katy awoke in a tangle of sheets and legs, with Amy still pressed up against her, naked as the day she was brought into the world.

Her arms were resting around the vixen, but by her side was a smartphone with a screen that was still blinking with the last text message she sent; naturally, it was to Ian, wishing that he was more comfortable with being around when she was craving another woman's touch.

It hadn't been answered, and when Katy finally stirred awake properly and began sitting up, she immediately picked up the phone, eager to see what her boyfriend had been up to overnight.

"Huh...not like him not to return a text..."

Her concern was so palpable that it stirred Amy awake. The vixen's blissful expression began to fade when she pushed the tresses from her eyes and saw that Katy, despite the wonderful evening they had together, wasn't at all interested in having a second round to start their day.

"As much as I was in control of your body last night, that boy has every corner of your mind occupied, doesn't he?"

"Is that so wrong?"

Amy smirked. "Not at all, darling...just an observation," she claimed. "But if he's really got you worrying that much, why don't you go pay him a visit?"

"I can't just walk out on you, Amy. That...that would be really rude of me, wouldn't it?"

"Listen, Katy; I had a wonderful time last night, and I would love to do it again sometime, when you aren't so distracted...but if you were anymore worried about him, I'd feel bad for being naked next to you right now."

Though her body was telling her not to waste the opportunity and go after the willing female next to her, Katy's mind was too busy being occupied with Ian's safety to think about anything else.

Doing her best to ignore the tiny seed of arousal within her, the fosky tended to the seed of concern, instead.

"I really couldn't have asked for a more understanding date."

"And I couldn't have asked for a better fuck, but it seems we both have to set a few things aside for a little bit, don't we?"

Katy's ears flattened, but no sooner than they landed against the back of her head did she feel a delicate kiss upon the side of her muzzle.

"You'll be worth the wait, Katy...for my next turn with you, and the look on that boy's face when he sees you again. Just go get him before I decide not to let you out of this bed after all."

"...I promise I'll make this worth your while next time," Katy assured her. The fosky hopped right out of her bed and started pulling her panties back on, looking over her shoulder and smirking, just to feel the weight of Amy's stare on her backside. "We can do whatever you want when that time comes, okay?"

"I'll remember you said that, Katy. Hopefully you'll remember it, too."

**

The campus was just far enough away that Katy preferred to drive the distance, and with her phone hands free, she kept calling Ian over and over again, but each time, the phone rang down to the answering machine.

What started as a mild concern was growing into genuine fear as she arrived at his dormitory building and checked herself in without getting a single response from him, and worse still than that, the door to his personal bedroom was left unlocked from the night before in a truly careless act.

Not only was that unlike Ian, it was enough for Katy to rush in the door, wondering if he'd just left it open while he was running out to get breakfast; she kept telling herself that maybe his phone had died, or that he was in the middle of a truly deep sleep.

"No Ian...no phone...and no helmet, either," she noticed. She hadn't seen his motorcycle when she arrived, but she hadn't considered the possibilities of where it might have been, either.

Feeling a bit silly, she realized that he must have just been out for a morning ride, and for a moment, she was overcome with a sense of relief, thinking that he'd just missed her messages the night before and forgotten to check them before leaving for a long ride into the country.

She knew he'd taken some longer rides out in the curves before to clear his mind.

**

"You're lucky that my dorm is a private residence, you know. It'd be really risky to sit there without clothes on otherwise."

When Katy returned, Amy was sitting at the breakfast table without any clothes on, but she'd made a full, fresh plate of food for herself, one for Katy, and one for Ian, assuming that he would have returned with the young hybrid.

Even Amy was a little bit worried when Katy returned alone, but she wasn't quite the worrywart that her date was, and thought less of it as she bit down on a piece of toast.

"What's on the tube?"

"Just watching the morning news. Looks like someone had a bad accident sometime last night, I guess."

Katy's stomach was reminding her that she'd been awake for a couple of hours without anything to eat, so rather than paying the screen any mind, she looked upon the delicious spread of toast, eggs and sausage that was waiting for her. With a grin, she took a seat near Amy and scooted her chair that much closer, happy to sit next to her date once more and enjoy her company.

"That's really too bad," Katy muttered. She didn't like to hear about accidents regardless, but as strong as her affection for Amy was, she wasn't going to dwell on something negative, if she could avoid it. "I sure hope everyone is okay."

"Looks like someone might have died, actually. Hard to say...I've mostly had it on for background noise."

Amy turned the television down once Katy was a little closer to her, preferring the warm and comforted rumbles of the fosky over the sound of a news broadcast.

"You know...we can focus on other things, if you'd like. I've got some channels that you'd probably find a lot more interesting than the news."

"I'm sure I would," the vixen giggled as she felt a paw rest on the inside of her thigh. "The better question is if you'll be able to focus on having dessert, once you finish your breakfast..."

Katy knew just what she meant, as even as the vixen was changing over to the locked channels for a more interesting background display, the hybrid allowed her mind to wander one more time, unable to keep from wondering what was keeping Ian from getting back to her.

As much as she knew she was worrying for nothing, she began thinking that it might not be a bad idea to check on his dorm one more time; that trip could wait until after she ate, at least.

"Is it so bad if I think I might have to make one more trip once my food settles?"

Amy tapped her chin in thought; her plate was empty, but there was still an appetite about her. "Do I get any other _entertainment_between now and then?"

"I can give you a little bit, if you're really that desperate."

"To be honest, when I was sitting at the table naked, I was kinda hoping you'd just crawl underneath and have the actual breakfast that I prepared for you, but it's hard to blame you for going right to the plate. I am a pretty awesome cook."

"Pretty sure I'm just as excited about the side dish as I am about the main course," Katy admitted. Her paw kept sneaking a little closer, until she felt the natural moisture of the vixen's womanhood against the back of her knuckles. "But if you don't believe me, I'd be more than happy to give you a little preview."

There was already a small trail of liquid arousal on the seat of the chair, threatening to spill down to the floor from the edge of the seat. Katy's touch finally broke that seal and left a glistening stream to ease to the tiles of the dining room, but she would only go as far as dipping a single digit into the wet, eager passage she found before she pulled it right back out.

If she went any further, she wouldn't be finding Ian until the later parts of the afternoon, and she couldn't deny that she was still just a bit too worried about him to give Amy the kind of care and attention that she properly deserved.

"Katy, y-you...you'd better stop now if you're not gonna get serious about this..."

A few more pumps of the wrist showed just how eager the fosky was, but Amy could still see that emotional distance in her eyes, keeping her from enjoying the act as much as she should have.

"Doesn't it feel like I'm serious right now?"

Her words were passionate, but they didn't have the same punch to them as they did the night before. That little hint of a difference was truly little, but it was enough that Amy forced a smirk to her lips...and a grip to the base of Katy's wrist.

"Not serious enough to get me where I need to go, darling. Why don't you go take one more look for him...and I'll just make myself comfortable here? If nothing else, I'm sure I'll see you later tonight."

Knowing that Amy would be waiting for her presented an exciting end to the day for Katy, but there was a different kind of emotional strain waiting for her as she stood up from the table with a full stomach and a worried mind.

"If...if everything is actually okay, I hope you know I'm gonna come back here and completely rock your world, Amy."

"You'll certainly try, anyway."

That overconfident nature, bordering on arrogance, was such an alluring trait of the vixen. Amy knew what she wanted out of their time together, but she wasn't so heartless as to be angry with Katy for letting her mind wander to someone else that she cared about.

Putting her own digits against the tender petals of her womanhood, she blew Katy a kiss as the fosky made her way back out the door.

**

There were only a few places that Ian could be, if he wasn't out riding in the country...but he always brought his phone with him. If he was out there, Katy would have been able to get a hold of him at least once or twice, and he never talked on the phone while riding.

That his helmet was missing from his dorm earlier left her confused about that fact, but she tried to keep her mind open to all possibilities as she checked the outside of her dorm for his motorcycle, wondering if he'd parked it there for some reason.

A quick scan made it obvious that his wheels weren't there, and neither was Ian...but her mind was starting to connect a few concerning dots as she stepped back into her car and made her way down the road to Ian's dormitory once more.

The search for his motorcycle continued, but even in the designated parking areas where they were supposed to go, she didn't see one that looked at all like his.

"That...that accident that Amy pointed out on the news...that was a car against motorcycle accident..."

She'd allowed her lust to get the better of her when she was in the presence of the vixen, paying so little mind to the accident or the broadcast that she'd glossed over the most important detail, all until she noticed everything lining up in a horrible, gut-wrenching way.

Given the time he last reached out to her, the fact that his helmet was gone, and his motorcycle was nowhere to be found...Katy could already feel her throat getting tight as she checked into his dormitory once more, and this time, she stopped by the front desk to ask if he'd checked back in.

His name wasn't on the inbound list, but that didn't stop her from rushing up to his room, with tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes.

She burst through the door, and again, she didn't see his helmet or his daypack. His keys were gone, the bedroom was empty, and there was no note or anything of the sort left there for her: she scanned the entire dormitory from top to bottom before she clamored into the tussled sheets of his bed and hugged his pillow to her chest, absolutely fearing the worst.

His scent was still fresh enough on the pillowcase that she could just glean it from hugging it so tightly, and as she did, she pulled out her phone, deciding that she'd give his voicemail box one more try.

The line never rang on his end.

"Hello! This is Ian. Please leave a message at the sound of the tone, and I'll get ba-

She ended the call with a quivering thumb and a heavy heart.

"You...you're not really gone, are you?" she asked, whispering to the pillow as if it was able to carry her words to him through the scent left upon it. "Is that really the last thing you're ever going to say to me?"

After building up in her eyes for so long, the tears couldn't stay contained any longer. Flowing freely and staining her cheeks before they bled into the pillowcase, they just kept coming as she sobbed in the middle of his bed, fearful that she'd never see him alive again.

She couldn't bring herself to check the news report about the biker that had been killed the night before: even thinking about it left her struggling to breathe.

The best she could do right then was curl up against the sheets, leaving her own scent upon them and praying that, if they'd simply missed each other somehow, he'd know that she was there, looking for him and needing his comfort then more than ever.

**

Because he hadn't checked in that day, Katy wouldn't have been allowed to stay at the dormitory overnight regardless. She was crying all the way through what would have been her lunch hour, and when her eyes were finally raw from being brushed by so many tissues, she found the gumption to sit upright and stand on her footpaws once more.

She didn't want to, but she didn't want to cause any trouble by staying after hours, either...she could only think of one comfort in such a difficult moment, and it wasn't the vixen that was curled up on her couch, sleeping away the late night that they shared together.

Katy smiled half-heartedly to see Amy was enjoying the cushions as a makeshift bed, but she was so distraught that she didn't check on the vixen. She walked right past her bedroom, past the helmet that was sitting on her desk next to a bouquet of flowers and a ribbon wrapped around it, straight to the tall, wide shower that she'd wash away her tears in. She left her clothes in a small trail through the hallway, making a mental note to pick them up later...but she was already naked by the time she placed a paw on the bathroom door.

She didn't know that she'd be wiping away a different kind of tear, as she opened the door and heard the sound of the shower running.

Knowing that Amy was on the couch, her first instinct was to panic...but there was no mistaking the outline of the man on the other side of the glass.

" IAN!"

Throwing the door the rest of the way open and rushing forward, Katy pushed aside the glass and rushed right into the water, only to find the taller wolf cloaked with warm, soothing steam, right in the middle of a shower. He couldn't believe that Katy would be so bold when someone else was sleeping over, but with just a glance, he could see that her heart had been torn asunder; it was no time to question her motives.

"Katy? What...what on earth happened to you, love?"

Katy wasn't able to find any words just then, but Ian's arms immediately draped over her body, keeping her in a close, comforting hug. It was just what she needed from him after fearing the absolute worst, but she was sobbing into his chest so heavily that he could feel the difference in the water from the shower, and the warmer trail of her tears.

She couldn't contain her breathing as she gasped against him, but all the while, he stood strong and silent for her, waiting until she'd be able to find the words to explain herself.

"Ian, y-you...I just..."

Even those few words were too much for her, and for a moment, their roles were reversed as Ian feared the worst, looking out past the open door of the bathroom. "Was it her? Did she hurt you, Katy?"

She could hear anger rising in him as his stare focused on the sleepy vixen on the couch, but Katy immediately shook her head against him.

"She was fine, but you...you're alive."

Ian hadn't seen the news broadcast, and had no idea why Katy would have been worried about him in the first place, other than his phone dying on him while he was out on a longer ride.

The flowers were an apology for that, but seeing her reaction, he couldn't imagine she ever saw them.

It was nearly thirty more minutes of standing in the water, just being glad that her lover was alive, before Katy finally managed to look up at his face. He immediately smiled, showing her the kind of calm understanding that she'd been craving; only his eyes were ever able to create such a sense of peace within her soul.

"You never picked up last night, or this morning," she explained, finally collecting herself enough to speak between the quiet sobs. "And then when your bike and helmet were gone, and I saw the news, I...I thought for sure that it was you, baby..."

Seeing how distraught she was from the whole day of worrying about him, Ian was riddled with such guilt that he normally would have broken down from it.

He also couldn't imagine doing that when she was feeling such need for him.

"I'm so, so sorry about this, Katy. My motorcycle broke down because the mod kit I put on recently wasn't installed properly, so I had to get it towed...I walked to a gas station to try and get some help, but I left almost all of my stuff with the bike when they towed it, so I couldn't charge my phone or anything. And to make matters worse...I kinda left my key in the bike, so that was another headache entirely. I got here as quick as I could to let you know that I was okay!"

At the end of the day, it was nothing more than a series of terrible coincidences, and when all was said and done, Ian's phone would erupt with all of the texts and voicemail messages that he'd missed in the last 24 hours.

For reasons far greater than that, however, it proved a poignant moment for the pair, and the depth of their relationship; Katy refused to let go of him, as her claws raked down his back.

"I honestly thought that I'd lost you forever, Ian."

"And I am so, so sorry to have made you feel that way," he apologized again, though his worst crime was a little forgetfulness in what had been a tragedy of errors. "I should have found another way to reach out to you before now...do you think you can forgive me?"

"I'm buying you an extra, battery backup for your phone," she immediately told him, taking away the chance for him to buy it himself and forget about it later. "And you know I've already forgiven you, but...I can't forget how this feels, Ian. I...I need to feel something else to make it go away."

For some people, experiencing such emotional highs was a trigger for another response from their body: after being so certain she'd lost Ian forever, Katy couldn't help feeling something else, as a different kind of warmth spilled from her bodice and soaked his fur, even deeper than the shower itself could reach.

Her golden, liquid blessing was pouring down from her womanhood, soaking his balls and his thighs. She peed on him with vigorous intent, wanting to remind him of how important he was to her; it was a special marking, as if to tell him to be more cautious in the future.

"Katy, are you-

She stood up on her tiptoes, letting the last trickles of her urine spill against his sheath. Just that touch was enough to draw the tip of his cock free of the warm housing, but it was her lips against his own that stole his breath away and told him that his words wouldn't be enough to fix her mindset.

"Don't," she whispered, keeping her muzzle right against his own and muffling her own words. "Just...fill me, Ian. No condom, no protection, no hesitation; put it in."

He wasn't fully stiff as it was, but his length was already pressing against her pubic mound as she stayed on her tiptoes. Hiking a leg up around his hip was enough to guide the tapered head of his canine member into her bodice, and feeling the squeeze of her entrance against his tip, his body responded in kind, offering even more of his shaft to her.

Wincing with the unexpected bliss and the sudden change of pace, Ian kept his arms tight around Katy as she hiked her other leg up: she climbed his body like it was a tower of her own delights, and finally, her legs hooked together behind his lower back. Her arms stayed draped over him as he stood there and held her as intimately as he ever had, knowing that she needed the comfort now more than she ever had.

That they were taking such a risk by letting him penetrate her with nothing between them wasn't lost in that moment, and Katy's eyes reflected that reality as she gazed up at her lover, as if she was silently pleading him to trust that things would be okay, even if he filled her completely.

Nervous as he was to go forward with such a thing, he needed to show Katy that he could trust her , too...it was a meaningless platitude if he couldn't put that same faith in her.

"It's okay; I...I can take it," she assured him. Just saying that was enough for his hips to bump against her, but in her carried pose, she was already near the bottom of his shaft, having only a little room to move. "Pin me to the wall and...f-fuck me like you never have before..."

With the shower still pouring over them, Ian's heart sunk into his chest a little bit, pressed under the weight of Katy's lust-addled voice. She knew she could inspire him to greater sexual heights with just her words...but she didn't expect him to take her advice so literally, as he pressed her back into the tiles and drove his hips forward.

Her body compressed a little under the weight of her thrust, but even when she winced in deeper delight, she felt his cock reaching new depths in her tight, clenching passage; silently, she was begging him to go a little further, no matter how sore she'd be for it when the morning sun rose again.

"Yes...t-that's it, baby! Don't you dare hold anything back from me...I need to feel all of you!" she cried out, her voice reaching over the wall of the shower with such volume that it stirred Amy awake in the living room.

The vixen kept herself put, enjoying the comfort of the couch as the couple enjoyed the comforts of one another.

As much as Katy was loving the deep and aggressive drive of Ian's hips, his rapid pace meant that he wouldn't be able to last as long as they would have liked...but their fun wouldn't come to an end when his orgasm started.

Katy's chest was still heaving as he thrusted up into her backside, slapping his crotch against the base of her backside and pumping as much of his shaft into her womanhood as he could...but when she felt the weight of his knot against her, she was left breathless with the possibilities of what he might do.

She'd begged him for all he had to offer, and against the base of her ear, she could feel his growl permeating the air and sending a hint of feminine submission into her: she needed to be bred, and as nervous as she was about taking the knot of a larger creature, she wasn't going to back down then.

The first press of his knot was such that her arms clamped down around the back of his head, but even as her claws stroked over his scalp and reached his neck, he didn't slow down. "Katy, I...I'm g-gonna..."

His voice didn't carry further than a firm, feral grunt: the sound was right against her earlobe, leaving her to melt in his capable grasp.

"Do it, then... d-do it , Ian!" she managed to cry out, but as she felt the weight of his wide, bulbous lump against her petals, she struggled to draw another breath.

She never imagined feeling so full, without any sort of protection to get in the way of the knotting process...but she could feel his seed, plentiful and hot, splashing into her sex and creeping all the way up her fluttering vaginal walls.

When the flood finally reached her womb and spilled inside, she let out a shrill cry, but couldn't find any words to describe the heavenly moment; nothing would have been enough praise for the man that held her against the wall, his knot finally popping inside of her tight, eager passage with a messy schlip.

That sound was all she needed to hear a completed symphony of pleasure, along with the rapid, exhausted panting of her lover in her ear.

**

Amy never excused herself that night, deciding that it would be fine if she slept on the couch and took care of her own needs with a nearby toy.

After their shower and their harrowing day, however, Katy and Ian were in no condition to entertain anyone.

Their bodies were silent and still: Ian had carried his lover all the way from the shower to her bedroom without his knot slipping free, and as it continued to gush drop after drop of slick, messy cum inside of her body, she felt every throb from within, as if Ian had literally become a part of her.

That internal pulse became the greatest comfort at all, as the predictable rhythm of it finally helped her to find peace in the night, and at the end of that, a much deserved and needed sleep came over her.

With his arms around her and her body cozied up to his own, Ian wasn't awake much longer...but he quietly promised to never worry her in that way again before he joined her in their dreams.