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"Here on your own tonight?"

The lovely, white-furred wolfess tossed a glance over her shoulder, then looked again at Cynder's presence. Cool blue eyes slid up and down the kitsune's body, eyeing first her muzzle, then her sleek shoulders, then of course the way her black neoprene vest came forward around her full breasts, then down again across her smooth belly... and down further, towards the skirt that held propped up along the vulpine's half-hidden length beneath. A pink tongue flicked out of her mouth and across her lips, and she looked up to Cynder again.

"For now," she answered, voice warm and husky. The wolfess wiggled her hips again - which just so happened to cause her own dress, hoisted up over her tail in back with her plump, heavy pink-fleshed spade on display across the back of the bar stool, to sway. "You wanna fix that for me?"

The kitsune smirked and sidled up into her proper place behind the wolfess, one paw already moving to swipe her skirt out of the way and bring her length into the cool air of the club.

"I was wondering if you'd ask," she rumbled in return. Now both paws came up to caress the wolfess's rump, thumbs slipping in close to the base of that protruding flesh; already she felt the humid heat rippling off of it, tempting, intoxicating.

The kitsune slid up and leaned forward over her, intentionally pressing her breasts against the lupine's back as she leaned in. She didn't even need to look to guide herself in, instead using that inviting heat to draw her: a little shudder went through her waist when she found the plump lips waiting for her, then another when she thrust, and again, and again, grinding her sheath directly up against the exterior while pumping her length steadily further inside, growing directly into the wolfess's depths. The lupine shivered as well and tightened her grip on her drink, the surface of the misty liquid bouncing with the touch.

Back and forth Cynder worked her hips, loving the sensation from each thrust, pushing her length bit by bit further out of her sheath and deeper into the wolfess's spade. Slick, thick walls squeezed and sucked at her, and dripped and oozed along the front of her sheath and down her sack; she arched her back and continued driving in deeper, paws gripping the wolfess's hips, pushing the hem of her dress up a little bit further just as she tightened her grip.

A noise from in front drew her attention, captivated as she was by the wet heat clamping halfway down around her length. To anyone on the other side of the bar, it might look as though the wolfess simply waited while Cynder fixed something near the base of her tail - were it not for the steady panting and tension on her face and in her voice. She looked over her shoulder again at the kitsune.

"Oh, honey," she purred, "no need to be so gentle. I'm sure you can tell, it's not my first time..."

This drew another lascivious chuckle from Cynder behind her. She licked her lips, swallowed, drew back towards her tapered tip, then again reversed her hips to press forward... and this time kept on going, sinking into hot, moist depths, until the slight bulge of her still unswollen knot slid free from the lips of her sheath, and in past that spade. The wolfess jumped and shuddered, then pressed back.

"If you say so." Cynder swallowed, straightened up, took a breath, and then began a faster, harder rhythm, intentionally drawing the bulge of her knot out and then popping it back in, loving the way that this plump spade gripped against her girth, tugged, then slopped free. "Let me know if I go too hard. I don't want to break you."

The wolfess adjusted her posture and licked her lips, arching her back a little bit further so she could more easily hang her rear and spade off the back of the stool. "I wouldn't worry about that either," she cooed, then raised a paw towards the bartender. "Sir? Another of this, please..."

The rest of the sounds and smells of the club quickly faded away beneath the two of them here, Cynder leaning more fully in over the wolfess's back and pumping into her, heavy sack swinging forward and nudging the underside of the stool at the end of each thrust. The kitsune's ears angled forward with the thick, wet smacking and sucking of those plump spade lips around her shaft, pulling a little bit stronger, a little bit harder as time went on, and her knot steadily swelled out towards its full size.

The wolfess tossed her head back and to the side, and there Cynder just couldn't resist: the kitsune licked her lips, leaned in, and fixed her fangs along the revealed stretch of snowy white fur, sinking in until she felt the lupine's skin and flesh bunch up between her teeth, yet not quite breaking the surface. This immediately drew a growl of indulgent pleasure from the wolfess underneath her, and similarly sent a shudder through her body that resulted in her spade clenching around her shaft, now tugging and resisting her thrusts. The extra force and pressure reverberated back within Cynder's loins, further fueling the fire that simmered there; she sucked in a deep breath through her nose, let it out between gritted teeth, grunted, grunted again - then clamped her jaws down a little bit harder and bucked forward, shaft still buried to the sheath inside of this wolfess, now with her knot pulsing behind that ring of muscle, each tug yanking another rope of her finish out deep inside.

By now the wolfess had hunched over the bar, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, drool dripping down from her chin as thick as it did from her spade and down Cynder's sack. The two remained tied like this for a moment, catching their breath and enjoying the simmering heat of the afterglow - and then Cynder straightened up, rolled her head back, gritted her teeth... and tugged free, surprised at first with the relative ease with which she came free, after the considerable squeeze, yank, and tug of that plump flesh around her knot, bulging around to the size of her clenched first before it came free. She took a step and a half back to slip her still-twitching shaft out of the wolfess's depths, unloading a few thick waves of thick, stringy ooze out to slap against the floor.

Cynder leaned in and nuzzled at the other side of the wolfess's neck, at the same time reaching over to right the glass that the two had knocked over at some point. "Sorry about the mess," she chuckled, intentionally wiping her slick shaft off against the base of the lupine's tail. "But I wouldn't worry about it. Sterile."

"Aah." Her ears flicked. "I wasn't bothered anyhow. When I say I'm a mother, I should specify that I'm retired - and I'm not looking to reenter the workforce anytime soon." She smirked, straightened up a bit, cleared her throat, and half-turned to face Cynder. "Still, though, it doesn't hurt to try every now and again, does it? Hang on a second, love, and I'll get you my number."

Still panting softly, skirt still propped up on her dripping shaft, in a few minutes Cynder strode away from that end of the bar with a napkin stuffed down between her breasts, carefully folded so as not to smear the ink scribbled onto it. Satisfaction stirred within her; at the first opportunity she would definitely call up on that wolfess for a follow-up.

For now, though, she had quite the full night ahead of her.