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Eyesah's Eejit Ideas

By Isiat Squire Carcer

Hindsight was 20/20.

And in hindsight, the little blue 'party pills' the well-hung red fox had brought himself as a naughty treat for his hookup, had probably been a bad idea. Everyone was always encouraging him to live a little, but after a half dozen tours of duty, all his contract work for Omega Risk Assessment, and more close shaves with death than he could count on his fingers and toes combined, he figured he'd lived plenty.

Perhaps it was just because of the interesting thrill they gave, or maybe a desire to try something new. The jackal he'd gotten them from last weekend behind the club had insisted they'd give him the best fuck he'd ever gotten. And hell, if he could get a partner to match that expectation...

That was why he'd started using the damn apps in the first place! After all, shenanigans with the Colonel and their gang of friends only came up so often. He had to have something, or someone, to fill in all the downtime between! And oh was he excited for this one!

His phone buzzed in his paw, a little preview notification with his coyote hookup's face appearing next to her message. They'd matched on one of his dating apps and hit it off right away, trading a few stories, some spicy pictures that showed off the more lithely built vulpine's good side (and his bare, athletically toned chest.)

@NotYoteMama says: Hey foxy Lad! Still on for this evening?

Eyesah rolled his golden eyes, tapping back a quick reply on the small touchscreen.

@EyeEyeSah! says: course! foxtails @ 8!

The phone buzzed again, a winking emoji greeting him.

@NotYoteMama says: ;p Don't be late! Want to have plenty of time to savour the goods if you're as sexy in the fur as you are in photos!

Eyesah grinned, pocketing the little baggie of blue pills in his paw, his tail beating back and forth excitedly.

Tonight was going to be a hell of a good night.

---

The nightclub's atmosphere was bouncing, as it often did come the weekend. The music was good, the lighting was on point with dazzling lasers and pulsing strobes that flashed with the bass, and most importantly, it was happy hour, so the drinks were half-price!

Eyesah got past the bouncers at the doorway and made his way right to the bar, moving silently through the thin artificial fog that clung to the floor. Perhaps the navy blue 3 piece suit had been a bit over-dressing for the occasion. After all, it was just a hookup, not really a date, right?

"Well hold the phones, I'd recognize that sly face anywhere. You didn't mention you cleaned up nicely as well!" The coyote bitch grinning at him from the bar said with a smirk, her dusty-coloured tail wagging enthusiastically behind her. Her little cocktail dress was a racy thing, barely holding her curvaceous bodice in check and hugging her wide hips tight. She spun upon the barstool to face the strapping middle-aged fox.

He brushed a paw through his hair with a chuckle, meeting her bright, golden eyes with his own. She wriggled excitedly in her seat. She was a little shorter than he was, maybe just an inch or two, with lovely sandy fur and patterning that reminded him of the mountains and deserts of the middle east in the late afternoon sunshine.

"Yote Mama I presume?" Eyesah raised an eyebrow as he gave the femme an elevator glance, going from her ears to her toes and back up again. She shot him a playful wink.

"Not right now I'm not, but that might change depending on how the night goes! Are you gonna stand there admiring the view, or are you going to get me a drink? Ewan, wasn't it?" She raised her paw out towards him, and ever the gentleman, Eyesah couldn't help but chuckle, taking the offered hand and laying a dainty kiss upon the back of it. She'd painted her claws with a glossy black.

"At yer' service Ma'am. You never shared your name."

"Well, you'd better order me a drink and maybe I will." The coyote grinned, and Eyesah couldn't help but be captured by her infectious smile.

Truth be told, it actually took him two drinks to finally get her name. They chatted quietly, finding a booth in the back of the club where it was a little quieter out of the thumping music from the dancefloor.

Her second tall glass of something sweet and pink was nearly empty by the point he got to ask her.

"So, I gave you my name. What about yours, hmm?" Eyesah asked, nursing a tall pint of Jameson. The coyote across from him giggled, twirling the umbrella in her cocktail.

"Larise. You know, I was kind of expecting you to be shorter from your pictures! Can't say I'm disappointed. So what do you do for work? I saw some photos on your profile of a uniform..." She helpfully dropped him a conversation starter, licking her lips clean of her drink. There was no denying, Eyesah certainly felt his heart throb at that little, teasing glance she gave him.

"Oh, once upon a time, aye. Leftenant with the Army. Did a few tours, got shot and blown up once and decided that was probably enough excitement, heh." He rubbed the back of his head and the slightly above regulation length ginger hair that lay smooth between his russet ears.

Aside from a very faint and subtle change of hue, it could have blended in with his russet, sunburnt orange pelt.

"Oh. Oh, so... That's all, huh? Just... Blown up and shot at and decided you were done with exciting things?" Larise teased him with a grin as she spoke. "So I presume meeting coyotes at a bar isn't exciting at all then, hmmm?" She tried to make herself look stern, but her tail was wagging like a cub, and her muzzle was forced shut against a giggle that threatened to escape at any second.

Even so, Eyesah somehow managed to miss all of the cues she was pulling his tail.

"Wha-! Nay at all lass! I merely meant tha' dangerous sorta' things!" He stammered.

"You implying I'm not dangerous, Irish?" Larise paused, sipping from her drink while she eyed him like prey.

Eyesah paused in his stuttering as he came to the realization he was being played. He laughed it off awkwardly, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment more than the drink.

"Afta' that, I'd say you're the most dangerous lass in this bar." He chuckled.

Larise smirked and tapped her nose with a conspiratorial wink, not at all correcting his threat assessment.

"Ooh, you're a sharp one. I like that in a man. You'll do just fine."

The pair of them hit things off quickly, and by the time the waiter had arrived with refills for their next round of drinks, Eyesah could feel his tail wagging back and forth against the seat as much as Larise's was. It was easy to laugh at her jokes, never taking herself too seriously, and truly, the fox felt more at ease than perhaps he had in months.

Perhaps it was also a side effect of his usual flings being the result of him being hunted down like prey that put him on edge, but he found himself nodding along as she recounted her day to him. Despite the plan for a quick hookup, it seem their quick fling meetup was rapidly turning into more of a date to the vulpine. Ewan was perfectly okay with that. Perhaps if it went well, it could lead to something more still.

"...and so after that, I rushed back home, got ready, got the kids sorted-"

Eyesah blinked.

"Wait, kids?" That wasn't something he was expecting, but... Looking at her closer, perhaps he should have. The coyote had a curvy hourglass sort of figure, her tits barely contained by her dress. She had a bit of a belly, pudgy, but perhaps with the not-so-subtle signs of motherhood, and being heavy with pups more than once. She wore it well in his eyes, that much was a certainty.

"Oh, yeah. Uh, that's not a problem is it?" Larise looked genuinely nervous at his question, folding her paws in her lap and wringing her wrists. Her ears folded back against her head, and at once, Eyesah felt it his duty to bring that smile back to her lips. He reached out and lay his paw atop her own reassuringly.

"Nah, I don't mind kiddos, just uh... s'long as they ain't gonna be interrupting nothing. You're not still married are ya'? I've already been played with that one enough." He quizzed cautiously. Something about a kitsune and a lioness came to the forefront of his mind and was quickly beaten back down.

"Oh, God no! Never been. Almost tried it once; wasn't for me. The pups are... Parting gifts we'll call them, from a few former lovers. Four of 'em at home still, and two grown left the nest and off on their own. The youngin's get to stay with Aunt Mia tonight."

"Oh, so uh... You got a sister too, eh?" He chuckled, unable to stop the little grin that cheekily tugged on the corner of his lips. Larise slapped his paw with a laugh.

"Mmhm, but you're all mine tonight. I just needed the break from kids tonight. Hard to scratch certain itches with them around..."

"And I just so happen' to be as good excuse as any to get out?"

"Oh, you're a great excuse. Mama 'yote has an itch. I'm hoping that a certain strapping fox will scratch it for me." She purred as she leaned over the grinning vulpine, and licked her lips.

"The drinks were tasty, but I'm hungering for something a little more filling, so Ewan, if you'd be a gentleman, and uh... Let me know if the waiter is coming by so I can keep my tail in check."

"Wait, why would, OH!" Eyesah started before a warm paw squeezed his crotch. Larise just winked at him before her dust-coloured face ducked beneath the table, along with the rest of her curvy figure. Eyesah shuffled about as the coyote made herself comfortable down there. Her paws didn't remain idle long.

Larise had been on a slow streak of her own, and the opportunity to get out had come at the perfect time. Ewan was kinda cute in a sweet way, but also clearly knew his way around a woman. And that was good for her especially. She wasn't interested in teaching a pup the steps of the dance at her age. He'd shown her he knew how to flirt during their back and forth via the hookup app

She made short work of his zipper, barely audible in their dark little corner, before she all but eagerly dived her nose into the opening, taking a long whiff of the rich scent of horny fox musk, but also... Something... Sweeter? She giggled and felt Eyesah tense as she brushed her nose across the coarse fur of his sheath.

"Uh, somethin' tha' matter?" He asked with his Irish twanged voice, nervousness in his tone.

"Mmhm. Better, actually. You're the first partner I've had who seems to know how and bothered to wash properly... Your shampoo smells nice." She teased him with the compliment, her paws kneading into the fox's thighs as the coyote settled herself comfortably between Eyesah's legs.

"It reminds me of whiskey. Very you. I like it. How do you taste though?" She growled softly. Leaning into his lap, she let her teeth lightly play across the plump end of his sheath, teasing the peeking, spade point of his vulpine pecker. Her tongue whipped out to answer her curiosity before he could protest.

She felt his entire body tense as the warm, slightly salty flavour of his precum touched the tip of her tongue. It was better by a league than her last hookup, and with a brief pause to consider, she leaned in and shoved her entire muzzle down over the inch of flesh sticking from its fuzzy home, coaxing his length quickly from hiding.

Eyesah huffed loudly, one paw grasping the edge of the curved booth's cushions, the other going between his legs. He set his paw between Larise's ears, giving her a praising tussle of her hair before he dragged his claws through her hair with a quiet groan. He tensed all over again as her warm breath whiffed into the rough fuzz of his sheath, a warm paw cupping his hefty sack. He'd been pent up for a few weeks, and it showed.

Larise growled, sucking hard. It wasn't, of course, that she was new to sex, but she was new to his, and that made it just as exciting as a first time all over for her. She'd kept many men company over her years, but every new lover was a new adventure, learning what made them tense, what made them moan, what made them go off like a firework.

And damn if she wasn't enjoying starting that whole journey with the Irish fox in her muzzle. His prick throbbed and twitched, quickly filling out with blood as it hardened in her muzzle, a pleased huff escaping the pleasured male. She pushed against the thin supporting bone that ran the length of his prick to keep it nice and form as it swelled with lust, dragging her tongue luxuriously along the underside of his cock.

"Oh, ye' never said yer' were good at this..." He murmured, leaving another shot of salty pre pressed across the coyote's tongue.

"You never asked me yet... I'm good at a lot of things if you ask..." Larise grinned, popping off the end of his vulpine shaft. Her pink tongue swept across her lips with a satisfied smack. Without waiting, she wrapped her paw around the top of his sheath, squeezing and stroking his length softly while she kept her fingers just tight enough to keep the bulb of his knot stuck within its fuzzy home for now, a blissful sort of torture for the male.

Eyesah huffed loudly through his nostrils. With how loud the bar was, he could have gone right ahead and moaned as loud as he liked and not been noticed. foxtails had a bit of a reputation as the hot hookup spot in town. It wasn't unusual at all to find the dance floor full of people outright fucking each other's brains out amongst the throng of bodies. The whole club had a noticeable scent of lust and arousal as soon as one crossed the threshold inside.

She went back down on him slowly this time, flicking her sandy-furred ears as Eyesah rubbed at their bases gently, muttering quiet praise for her oral talent. She let her tongue twist and curl around his length before slurping it messily back into her muzzle, like a dog drinking from a water bowl. Fresh precum was her reward, and a needy throb from the poor male's trapped knot, slowly getting bigger and bigger with each lick now that he was at full mast.

"Must be getting tight there..." She teased. Another lick. Another tortured groan from the fox.

"... A little." He panted. His knot was getting uncomfortably tight in his sheath, the pulsing bulb of bitch breaker stretching the rubbery skin of his sheath almost taut, but the pleasure from her muzzle was something else that made it worth suffering through a few slurps more yet.

"Think you can last till we get back to your place?" She asked sweetly, glancing up at his face with a mischievous grin. She gripped his sheath with both paws, caressing the fat, swollen lobes of his knot and rolling the tightly pulled fuzz around them, twisting and caressing the thick gland. She lowered her lips, hot and warm muzzle engulfing him to the top of his knot spreading his sheath, unable to escape from her clutches. Bright red vulpine cock filled her maw, and she swallowed around him eagerly, moaning as she teased the ever-loving hell out of the fox.

"Fuck, Not if ye' keep tha' up!" She giggled as he cursed under his breath, before with a sharp tug, she yanked his sheath downwards sharply without warning. Simultaneously, he wanted to yelp and gasp in pleasure, the tightness that had been constricting him freed, exposing his crimson knot to the warm club air and her roaming paws.

"Good. I hope you've got more than one round in you then, foxy." She growled her challenge, and Eyesah was all too eager to accept, bunching her hair in his fist as he forced her muzzle back down around his cock. Pleasure jolted along his spine as he thrust upwards, burying his bone to the back of her throat, forcing her lips wide with a startled "Mmmph!" from the coyote as he muzzle fucked her in his lap.

Larise just moaned hotly, grinding her thighs together as the vulpine roughly forced himself down her throat. Oh, he was big! Not the biggest she'd ever had in length, but damned girthy for his species! He tasted good, watery shots of precum coating the back of her throat as she eagerly swallowed around his member. Her paws played with his knot, squeezing and kneading before she slipped them down and around the bulb of red flesh. Her paws could barely meet around its widest point!

And that suited Larise just fine. She was already squirming just imagining what a tight fit and a squeeze that would be to take! Even her largest toys weren't that thick. She moaned in delight, feeling a gush of warmth soak her panties as she reached one paw down to rub herself. With her free paw though, she took charge of the prick in front of her, sliding her fingers over his knot to the root of his cock, before she clenched and jerked the hypersensitive spot quickly.

Like tossing a whole strip of mints into a bottle of diet cola, Eyesah felt the pressure of an impending climax quickly building, his legs twitching as sparks of ecstasy jumped along his nerves. His paws went tight around her ears, grabbing the 'yote's fuzzy triangles like they were handlebars and he was holding on for dear life! It was all too much too suddenly, and his thoughts went fuzzy as pleasure made him pant and stupidly let his tongue hang from his muzzle with a blissed-out groan. He tensed all over, as her fingers rapidly jacked the very base of his cock, making him reflexively thrust into her grip and her muzzle.

Like most canines, it was, for all intents and purposes, a biologically built-in "cum switch" when stroked right, and once you hit that- Well... Larise clearly knew what she was after.

"Aah! Ahh Fuck!" The Irish fox huffed, his knee thumping the bottom of the booth table painfully as his sac went tight. Larise just murmured, pinching the root of his cock and letting the pressure build for a few, needy throbs of his vein, pulling back and opening her muzzle wide before she opened the floodgates and shifted her paw upwards to clench around his knot.

Fox cum coated her tongue instantly, the coyote giving a sweet little moan as Eyesah's seed coated her tongue and lips. She was a good and attentive partner and caught every shot he gave her, before closing her lips around his tip to suck the very last dregs of his orgasm from his body.

When he finally ebbed down, and Larise let his knot out of her grip, she pulled back with a satisfied smack of her lips. Her paws scaled his chest like she was climbing a mountain, pulling herself up into his lap while his prick twitched and dribbled between their bodies. She guided his paws down to her chest, encouraging him to take a pawful of her plentiful breasts, rubbing and kneading them. Her head went back with a satisfied moan, and it was all Eyesah could do to wonder what kind of cosmic lottery he had won tonight!

"Oh, that was nice, but... Let's go back to mine, shall we? I want to feel this beast in me." She purred as she reached down to grab his cock. Eyesah was instantly hard again, nodding an enthusiastic agreement.

He popped a pair of blue pills from his pocket and finished his drink, growling with excitement as he winked at the coyote bitch.

"Aye, let's. I'll bring tha' party."

"Oh, you'd better, mister."

---

The door slammed open, and a fumbled kick backward from Eyesah sent it slamming closed again. His paws were all up in Larise's clothes, tugging, pulling, tearing, gripping. He cupped her tits and pinched her nipples as the coyote moaned and slid a paw under his waistband, pumping at his throbbing erection.

Her claws had already shredded his shirt, tossing the torn garment to the floor as he shoved her roughly up against the hallway wall, their muzzles locked in a heated, passionate kiss. Tongues wrestled for dominance as clothes were tossed aside, both of them eager to feel naked fur against the other. That first impassioned contact of their bare bodies grinding together was electrifying. Both of them moaned and growled with lust.

It took all of Larise's self-control to pause long enough to gasp out as his fingers found her soaking entrance and slid up into her without hesitation, his thumb rubbing the coyote's clit in tight circuits that had her moaning and seeing stars as he frigged her roughly, curling and twisting his digits in a way that made her toes curl in delight.

"Fuuu~ Ground rules... You're out by morning. Aside from that, just fucking savage me." She gasped, rolling her hips back against his paw as he added a third digit to her soaking snatch.

"Fine by me lass... Limits? Anal?"

"No objections. Hope you don't mind if I play with your ass too. You've got a nice one~" The coyote giggled, before she was cut off by a moan and a whole body shudder of pleasure that left her panting, her eyes locking with Ewan's hungrily.

"Safe word?" He asked, politely.

"I won't use it tonight. Terracotta." She gasped as he used his wrist to gyrate his entire paw against her, feeling her inner muscles clenching and pulling his fingers deeper.

"Condom?" Ewan asked after just a second's hesitation.

Larise broke the kiss, fixing him with a forceful glare that would have put his old drill instructor to shame, and he was a dragon!

"You said you're clean, so you'd better fucking not, and you'd better fucking KNOT. I want you so tight in me you can drag me by that damn thing."

Ewan growled as he carried her into the living room. They both collapsed unceremoniously onto the futon, and Eyesah was positively throbbing with desire. His cock jutted from his sheath like a lance of red lust, absolutely radiating the feral need in him. Larise looked more than a little ready herself, the coyote shuffling backwards until she was laying out across the cushions, one leg hanging over the edge.

Her thighs were splayed beneath the Irishman, and the scent of her rich, hormone-laden arousal and heat tickled his nose with primal desire. Mate. Fuck. Breed.

Larise saw the look come over him, a grin twisting the corners of her muzzle upwards.

"Not afraid of the bitch in heat?" She licked her lips, narrowing her gaze at the more lithe vulpine.

"Not even a little. Where I grew up, protection is a sin anyway." He growled in turn, meeting her gaze smugly. He shifted to the side, sliding off of the sofa for just a moment while Larise watched him curiously. At least she did, until he hauled her legs up over his shoulders and shoved his slender vulpine snout right between her thighs, jamming his nose against her budding, unhooded clit.

A moan tore from her muzzle as she gave a sharp gasp of air, pleasure racing through her body as fast as the fox's tongue raced into her, pushing past her honey-soaked nether lips to plunder her treasure trove.

Now it was her turn to grab Ewan's ears, pulling his face in with a firm tug to bury his snout flush with her womanhood, the eager vulpine smothering his face with her lust. His tongue curled in her passage like a writhing live wire and struck her body with just as much power. Every pleasure-deriving neuron in her brain lit up like a firework exploding as she threw her head back and moaned like a whore, absolutely unashamed to let him hear now that they were back in the comfort of her own home.

She pushed her hips up, lifting her cunt for the ravenous vulpine to feast upon as he took long, dragged-out slurps of her nectar. Each lick was more forceful, more eager, more unquenchable than the last like he was trying to clean her entire passage out without missing a single, sweet drop of her femininity. His hookup profile hadn't said as much, but damn if the fox didn't know how to eat!

His paws wrapped around her hips, nimble fingers and claws digging firmly into her pillowy asscheeks to aid her hips' gyrating motions against his tongue. Desperate pants filled the room along with her moans and yapping barks of utter ecstasy. Her paws clenched tight around his ears.

"Oh, F-fuck! Keep that up and I'm going to-"

Larise never got to finish that sentence. Her tail was already beating against the couch as her knees locked up, trembling from the overwhelming rush of sensations and pleasure as the skilled vulpine ate her out like a goddamn buffet. She barked sharply in a cry of pleasure that shook the windows of her home as she came on the Irishman's tongue.

A flood of hot, sticky femcum coated Ewan's muzzle as he growled into her cunt, the vibrations of the sound rumbling the trembling coyote's cunt like a vibrator. He never ceased in his oral attentions, swirling and flicking his tongue across her heated lips as his senses were overwhelmed with Larise's lust.

His tongue was basted in her flavour, sweet and sticky like the richest honey. It filled his nostrils like the fertile blooms of a field of spring flowers. Her moans of pure bliss had his ears perked, listening for every ecstasy-filled sound that passed her lips, making his cock just twitch harder with how damn much he wanted her.

He pulled away as she finally came to her senses, the coyote bitch panting and gasping for breath as she pushed him away from her oversensitive cunt. Eyesah licked his chops clean of her lust, growling his approval.

"Oh... oh holy fuck, nobody told me foxes were that damn good at this."

"No, not all foxes, lass. Just me. I'm just that fucking good." Eyesah smirked, shuffling back to give her a moment to catch her breath. Her hair was a hot mess, just like the rest of her, motherly tits jiggling with her breathing. Even her areolas were large and a deep pink, swollen with what was no doubt the result of many mouths that had nursed from them. Eyesah smirked, crawling up her body like a predator stalking closer to his prey, His tail flickered back and forth excitedly.

Larise looked down her body, reaching a paw out to caress the russet-furred vulpine's cheek as he climbed over her. She met his gaze with her best bedroom eyes.

"Come on... I want to feel it in me." She purred, reaching down her belly to grab his leaking fox cock as he dribbled precum into the fur of her belly. If everything went well, she was going to be an absolute fucking mess by morning, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Larise angled his shaft down, the larger coyote mama pressing the tip between her heat-swollen folds with a soft gasp as he nudged his way inside of her. His muzzle t hers suddenly as he thrust into her welcoming passage, muffling her moan into the lips of the vulpine.

He started with a few firm thrusts to get himself nice and buried in her slick cunt, growling as he pinned her shoulders to the sofa like a wolf pinning a rabbit. His hips were on autopilot at this point; The pills had done their work, and he was more than ready to grant her wish and ravage her like a feral in rut, his mind awash in a sea of hormones and the coyote's strong heat, practically demanding he fuck a litter of kits into her.

His cock throbbed within her clenching passage, hosing her insides down with his precum messily, only adding to the abundant slickness and warmth that grabbed his cock like a silked vice. A pleasured groan growled past his lips as his knot slapped against her sex with a wet slap, and forced a surprised moan from the coyote's muzzle.

"Oh, oh fuck- Good foxy. I want you to fuck me stupid. Don't you dare stop!" Larise huffed, her voice tinged with a desperate need, her claws frantically scrabbling and scratching along his spine, trying her damnedest to pull him deeper still like she were afraid he'd slip out and vanish.

"Gonna fuck you till ya' can't walk if you keep this up." He managed to snarl between their passionate kisses, as one paw found her breasts, rolling and kneading her nipples beneath his leathery palm. He pinched and twisted the sensitive nub between his fingertips, surprised to find a warm squirt of liquid suddenly on his fingertips.

"Ahhh! G-gentle... But not too gentle." Larise huffed, arching her head back to moan to the ceiling. Her legs wanted to kick and beat over the side of the couch, and only her sheer force of fucking will stopped the canine instinct from winning.

At least it would have, until Eyesah's muzzle found her breast, and his warm lips closed around her nipple.

"Ahh, what ar- Ahhh~" She gasped as he drew her nipple into his muzzle, lapping his rough tongue over the sensitive flesh like an artist's brush on canvas, before he drew it deeper into his maw with a forceful suckle. Larise felt her nipple squirt across his tongue, and the fox only growled, chuckling in mischievous delight at his discovery as he did it again.

"Oh fuck... Good foxy... Good fucking foxy... Got a thing for MILF coyote milk, huh?" She growled, setting her paws on the back of his head to hold him in place while his cock pistoned in and out of her sopping sex. The couch was going to be a mess. Fuck it though. That was tomorrow Larise's problem. She wrapped her hanging leg around the vulpine's waist above his wagging tail and rammed her hips back into his own.

"Keep doing that-" She pleaded, her silky voice wavering with the cacophony of sensations her mind was trying to process all at once! It was too much. She could feel it rapidly building, her womb aflame with a deep and primal need, and she needed him to fix it!

Wet smacking filled the living room as he pounded away at her luscious, fertile fields with his bright red fox cock, snarling and huffing while his tail beat rapidly behind him. Against the sofa, Larise's own was a flurry of motion too, her body squeezing and rippling around his maleness impaling her body.

Holy fuck he was even thicker than he looked! She'd known he was going to make a great hookup, but at this rate, she'd be putting him on speed dial for when she wanted to be absolutely dicked down!

He snarled around her nipple in his mouth, hilting his length and grinding the bright red lobes of his knot forcefully against her splayed cunt. The coyote bitch was already stretched out, but he seemed hellbent on splitting her in two around his knot!

She was just fine with that.

"Gonna tie me, big guy?" She murmured with a low, sultry moan to her voice, already tilting dangerously over the precipice of her next orgasm.

Eyesah groaned, gaining half an inch as he shoved forwards, her sex almost stretching to accommodate the midriff of his knot.

"Come on, little more-" She begged him, the words teasing him to no end as he rocked forwards again, shunting the entire couch forwards with a squeal of the wooden legs as they slid across the floor.

"Ye' know exactly what happens if I tie you, don'tchya bitch?" He gnashed his teeth and snarled the warning, voice hot with a wanton, feral lust. She moaned as sharp vulpine fangs bit her sensitive nipple, and coated his tongue in sweet, hot coyote milk that he greedily drank down.

"You smell ripe, lassie. Fertile bitch. You were just wanting to let yerself get knocked up, weren't ye'?

Larise was too caught up in the hard rutting to have changed her mind even if she had wanted to. She was right on the cusp of climax and damned if she'd be ruining that almighty high to have him pull out like a decent, responsible male might have. Neither of them wanted that anyways. Eyesah had been born to a catholic family, the youngest of thirteen siblings. As far as he was concerned, it was his god-given duty to breed the squealing coyote bitch under him!

"F-Fuck! You never wanted a condom anyway. Breed me! Put your kit in me! Don't you waste a single damn drop on this couch!"

Eyesah growled as he dug his foot into the sofa, and all but lunged forwards with all of his weight behind the motion. Larise's pleasure-stricken cry as she came hard around him filled his ears while his knot popped into her with a lurch of flesh, and a loud slap as his sheath bunched against her soaking nethers, all but the very base of his cock's root still outside of her.

Larise saw fireworks. She saw stars. She saw time and space slow to a crawl and then accelerate to lightspeed. Her body tensed with anticipation as she felt his spade-like tip twitching against her cervix while his knot swelled and stretched her sex lips to their absolute limit and then some! The pressure built and built until, like a bomb going off, she came around the vulpine cock that had snuggly made its home against her womb.

She knew she wasn't on any sort of protection. There was a half-thought-of condom still in the wrapper in her purse, for what little good it did her now. She knew it was a dumb idea to have a hookup in her heat. She could feel each virile pulse of the vulpine as he hosed the back of her womb with his off-white fox cum. She knew each pulse would have millions, if not billions of sperm, all fighting to catch her ripened eggs from her heat.

She also didn't care a single good goddamn. Whatever happened, happened after tonight, and she'd roll with it, as she always did. Besides, with his lustrous, russet coat and those pointy fox ears? They could make some unreasonably cute kits.

Not the safest thoughts to be having when you were knotted with a guy you'd only met a few hours ago, but, well... At least two of Larise's kids had been surprising 'oops!' pups from flings she couldn't quite remember too clearly. She certainly didn't regret her pups.

Just like she didn't regret the waves of pleasure as they rolled over her, making her mind dance and spin and twirl like a ballerina. Pleasure throbbed deliciously from her core, where she could feel the fox snuggly hilted within her, and panting against her chest as he came down from his peak. His cock twitched and throbbed every second or so with his heartbeat, pushing more of his hefty sac's load into her very core, smothering the fire within. She swore when she reached down she could feel the damn log of fox cock stretching her belly

Both of them lost track of time. Orgasms so intense tended to do that. Seconds swam into minutes swam into...

When her vision cleared and the world had stopped spinning like a carousel, Ewan had pulled her into his lap, now sitting up on the sofa with her legs neatly spread on either side of his thighs. He'd rested her head against his pecs.

He watched Larise with a chuckle as the coyote came to, her muzzle wearing a post-orgasmic look of satisfaction as the focus came back to her pretty golden eyes.

"Heh, finally back among the world of the livin' eh?"

She groaned in his lap, her paws batting at his chest.

"Fuck... I swore I'd quit, but after that, I need a smoke." She groaned, moving to sit up. Sharp pressure bordering on pain halted her at once. Even Ewan winced, petting her ass and pulling her right back into his lap.

"Well, yer' gonna have ta wait a minute before you go getting up. We're a wee bit stuck." He chuckled. Larise giggled, rolling her eyes as she reached up, stroking his cheek and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Mrhm, so I noticed... Think you could set us on the floor? I'd like to get comfortable and my leg has gone numb like this." She giggled, trying to flex her right leg and failing at doing more than giggling as the tingling limb stubbornly refused.

"How long was I out?" The coyote blearily looked around for a clock or... Some indication. Her purse had been haphazardly tossed onto the floor. She motioned at it and made grabby paws.

"About ten minutes... I'm not usually stuck more than twenty." He shrugged, and carefully wrapped her arms around his neck.

Eyesah grunted as he lifted her, the coyote giving a quiet surprised yip as he lifted and carried her across the room with seemingly no effort at all. Carefully, they lowered themselves back to the floor, where he laid down with her, laying on his back so she could twist herself on his knot and lay back to chest, still stuck firmly at the hips.

"Well, twenty is still impressive... At least for the crowd I usually date. Damn, I can still feel you twitching..." She purred sultrily, rubbing one paw across the soft, sandy fur coating her belly. It was matted with streaks of dried precum from earlier. Or perhaps that was from Ewan's ravenous eating her out... Neither could rightly say.

"Oh, it's a date now is it?" Ewan's ears perked up at that. Larise shrugged with a coy little smile, fetching her phone from her bag so she could check the time. It was a touch before midnight. Still early by her standards.

"Did I say that? Must have been a slip of the tongue. You don't have anywhere more important to be, right?" She changed the topic with expert timing, neither confirming nor denying it.

"Nah, not even slightly."He confirmed with a satisfied sigh, wrapping one paw around her belly to gently tease her pubic fur with his fingertips.

"Good. Hold still while I call my sister and check on the kiddos." She said bluntly.

Ewan blinked in surprise as she pulled up her contacts and quickly tapped on what almost looked like a picture of herself. A grin crossed his lips cheekily.

"So uh, you two twins?"

She bapped his nose to shush him as the speaker started ringing.

"Shhh~ Hey Sis! How's the hoard? Are they all in bed already?"

Eyesah zoned out a moment, quietly taking in his surroundings. He hadn't noticed at first, but there were clear signs of the home being lived in. Family pictures of a group of mixed children, what looked like a wolf, a dragon, some kind of feline and more still mixed in among the photos.

A wide, flatscreen TV hooked up to the latest game console and a shelf full of Blu-Ray movies. Some plants and assorted toys were hidden around them in the corners. It wasn't by any means as ritzy looking as some of the homes he'd seen, but certainly, for a single mother, Larise seemed to be doing well off.

His cock twitched inside Larise as the coyote ground back against his hips, her cushy ass rubbing his pelvis while her tail wagged against his chest, destroying what chain of thought he had in favour of the massaging warmth engulfing his knot.

"...Mmmhm, you could say that. I think this one will be sticking around for the night. He's really stuck in." She snickered quietly. Ewan's ears twitched as he heard laughter on the other end of the line. There were more words he didn't catch, but Larise recoiled with a laugh.

"Mind your own business! So what if I am? If you saw the cock on him, you would throw yourself at him instead of that silly sabre cat you always talk about!" Larise giggled as her tail bapped Ewan across his muzzle again. The coyote turned her head and winked at him.

"She's jealous~" She snickered, holding her free paw over the speaker.

They traded a few more lines of banter before she gave her love and goodbyes, hanging up. She snuggled back against Ewan's chest with a contented purr.

"Mrhmm... You're a good find mister. Careful with just how good you are, I might have to keep you around."

Ewan chuckled, giving a teasing thrust against the coyote that forced a soft moan from her lips. She wriggled back against his knot enthusiastically.

"It wouldn't be tha' worse outcome of tha' night."

"Not at all. Drag me one of those pillows over?" She asked sweetly, gesturing to the couch. Reaching back, he pulled one of them from the sofa and lay it down beneath their heads. With a grateful sigh, Larise flopped herself down on it.

"Once you're unstuck, we can-" She paused, and yawned, stretching her paws up over her head. She reached one back to fondly rub Ewan between his ears.

"-Aah. We can move back to the bedroom for another romp. For now, though, this is... Nice. It's been a while since I just had a good cuddle. The last few partners were all business then out the door, you know?" There was a touch of longing in her voice as she said it, and Ewan found himself giving her a tight squeeze in his embrace.

Even so, he couldn't help his stupid smile at being called a good cuddler, his tail wagging.

"Just happy to please a pretty lass." He said modestly. "I wouldn't mind doin' this again sometime."

"Well, I mean... You're still stuck, so... What's stopping you?" Larise flashed a cheeky grin over her shoulder as she squirmed herself back against Ewan, tensing her dripping passage around his knot with a tight squeeze.

A huff of pleasure escaped him before he could stop it, one of his paws roaming its way through the fur of her belly and up her chest, until he cupped one of her tits with a firm grope in return. Larise's moan was like music to his ears, a sweet trill of bliss as he rocked himself into her, setting a slow rhythm of pushing and tugging on his deeply lodged knot. The feeling of her sexlips trying to close around the oversensitive base of his bright red rocket was a torment he reveled in.

If he went much faster, he risked pushing himself right over the edge far too quickly, and he was already twitching and pulsing still within her from his first peak, raring to go again!

She caught on to that detail damn quickly though, and for all his efforts to please her in turn, tormented and abused that fact he was stuck to her favour.

Gyrating her hips like a trained harlot, Larise all but danced back against him, putting on paw on his hips to hold him nice and close. Her claws sank into the meat of his thigh, earning a determined growl and a rough buck from the fox. She moaned sweetly as his paw on her breast tweaked and pinched her nipple, sending little shocks of bliss through her nerves like fire across oil.

"Oh, good foxy... Told you that you were mine tonight." She whispered, twisting her head to the side to meet his muzzle with a teasing lick across the vulpine's angular jawline. "Fuck me as hard as you like. You won't break me, Ewan."

If he hadn't still been tied to her, Ewan would have pounded her into the floor right there like a damn jackhammer. As it was though, he still gave it one hell of an attempt. He rolled with her onto her belly, pinning the yapping coyote bitch to the floor below him as his hips started to piston like a machine. There may have only been an inch or two of motion that was possible while he was tied, but Eyesah knew how the fuck to make those count.

"Mmph! Fuck-Hahhh~" Larise whined in bliss under him, feeling the fat globe of his knot as it jerked back and forth in her, tugging her out with a feeling of utter fullness that pulled on her tautly stretched lips like it was threatening to pop back out of her! She was having absolutely none of that though. She'd caught the damn fox in her honeypot, and she wasn't letting him go so easily!

She clenched her muscles around him, rippling kegels encouraging him to stay right where he was, and to feed the flames of her desire for another healthy load of kit-batter. His tip was already mashed against her cervix when they began, but now each thrust just jammed it against the bitch's last line of defence before her womb. With how deep he felt, the narrow, tapered tip was probably already snuggly through that gate, still hosing her down with more and more of her chosen stud's seed.

"There's a tight lass... Fuck, you're gonna have me cumming again." The Irish vulpine growled through grit teeth. His cock was already throbbing, twitching as his balls clenched up, churning with fox cub batter just looking for a bitch to fill it with. He thought he'd be sated with one round, but damn if those pills didn't make him feel like he could go all night! The only question was if the coyote could keep up with him for that long.

Larise meanwhile was busy huffing and moaning into the pillow beneath her head and shoulders, biting down on the fabric with a desperate whine. Her sex was fluttering around Ewan's length deep inside her, while her nerves hummed with pleasure like a struck harp. It was all too much pleasure for her body to handle, and she wanted MORE!

"Fuck! Ewan! Going to cum-"

"Do it then!"

She yelped and punched a hole in the fabric cover with her teeth as she felt her entire body tense, her vision flashing as she came hard, soaking the male's sheath in her lust while her juices gushed around his tightly sealed knot like an overripe fruit bursting. A fresh wave of pheromone-laden bitch-in-heat scent filled the room, earning a smug growl from the russet vulpine nailing her into the floor.

He grabbed her tail and yanked on it, raising her ass up with him as he shuffled in closer, fucking her doggy style as he hunched possessively over her back, growling dominantly into her folded ears. She'd never seen foxes as dominant partners, but now she was regretting not trying them sooner!

"Gonna cum again for me lass? Gonna be a good bitch?" His words were snarled in the most derogatory way, and it made her body and brain react like she'd been shocked. Before she could even whine a placating response, she was yelping and barking, his teeth against her neck as she clamped on his knotted length again, squirting onto the carpet as she came and the pressure forced their mixed cum out around his knot shamefully.

He chuckled in her ear, and she shivered with delight while her legs trembled under his relentless thrusts as his tongue dragged across the nape of her neck, like a twisted sort of praise. She loved every second of it, embracing her role as his bitch completely, her mind far too fucked silly to worry about anything else.

"There's a good girl... Gonna pup you again missy-" His words came out as a snarled rush before he thrust one last time and held deep. This time she was waiting for it, feeling the first pulse of his seed travel up the root of his cock and past her oversensitive sex lips, before it blasted into her belly like a shot from a cannon, quickly followed by what felt like a torrential flood as Ewan emptied himself into her cunt once more.

Dimly, she hoped he did knock her up just so she'd have more excuses to keep fucking him after tonight. She'd had good partners before, but there was something absolutely feral, primal and savage about being shoved down and bred senseless that few other partners had managed to even scratch close to what the fox on her back was. It sated her core needs in a thrilling and ecstasy-filled way, each shot of virile fox-cum pooling in her womb quenching a burning desire that was so much more than just her heat driving her to hunt for a good fuck.

She trembled all over, a gasp passing her lips as she released a breath she didn't even realize she was holding, and managed to extract her claws from where they'd punctured the couch cushion beneath her.

"H-holy... Fuck..." She murmured breathlessly as she slumped into the cushion. Her tail wagged mindlessly on its own until Ewan grabbed it in a tight grip, and thrust himself against her ass one more time for good measure. It drew a startled moan from her as her sex quivered with the aftershocks of a micro orgasm.

"God ain't got nothing to do with tha' Lassy, and you know it..." He chuckled, a smug grin on the Irish vulpine's muzzle. He kicked around with his foot for his pants, dragging them over carefully, before fishing a cigar and his lighter from his pocket.

She thought about telling him not in the house, but.... Fuuuck...

Instead, she dumbly waved one paw around behind herself after he'd taken a drag before he set the glowing stogie between her fingers. The scent of the richly scented tobacco filled the room but did nothing to cover the overwhelming smell of their messy fuck. She took a long drag and exhaled it in a lazy cloud, before passing it back and resting her cheek on the floor.

"Fuck I'm going to be sore tomorrow." Larise groaned, sinking into the soft, hole-filled fabric.

"Well it's a good thing I'm here ta' keep ya' pleased through tha' night then." He chuckled. His accent was sexy, and quickly growing on her.

"You'll help me clean up before you go, right?"

"Maybe... Thought you wanted me out by morning?"

She briefly pondered it, fumbling for her phone. The screen said it was a minute till one.

"I can make an exception this time..." She giggled as he growled and snaked his head down beside her to kiss her hotly on the lips, her own flavour still richly coating them.

"Then I think I can probably do the same... Work won't miss me for a day."

"Oh, a day now? Couldn't resist the lure of coyote pussy?" She wriggled back against him, earning a soft huff from the male as she teased his knot inside her.

"Pretty sure I'm trapped now." Ewan snickered.

"Mrhm, careful. I might have to gnaw your leg off so you can get free..." She playfully reached back and dug her claws into his thigh, succeeding only in making him buck into her already well and truly fucked sex with a wet slap.

A moan passed her lips as they horsed about for a few moments, trading little kisses and bites before she realized something.

"Mrrhm, thought you said you usually only tied for twenty minutes, mister."

That made him pause with a frown. Usually. On a really good night.

"Well, we did kind of get right back into it..." He said, or more, hesitantly suggested. Doubt crept into the back of his mind,

"Yeah, after almost thirty minutes of you tied in me already." Larise said with a curious lilt.

"Not complaining are ya'?" Ewan laughed, though a hint of uncertainty had tinged his tone now.

"Not at all... But your knot has been stuck in me for almost an hour and some now. We got back here before midnight. Fucked on the sofa. Tied me. Called my sister... it's one AM now. That thing made of steel?" She teased him and clenched her muscles around the fox's cock. He gave a low chuff, pulsing another shot of cum into her waiting womb. The sensation alone made her moan, one paw sliding between her thighs to feel the way his throbbing knot bulged her pubic fur with his sheer girth. She felt each twitch of his foxhood as he kept unloading into her belly.

"Ha, we Irish are just prolific breeders, haven't ya' heard?" He added, smirking as he took another drag of the cigar. Larise just giggled, her sandy fur shimmering as a shudder of bliss rolled from her toes to her head, and fled her body with a very contented sigh.

"Mrhmm, clearly... The shower is in the back if you uh... Maybe want to carry me there while you soften up, freshen up a bit? I think you've earned your ticket to the bedroom." She purred, tilting her head before pulling his muzzle down to hers by his whiskers. She kissed him firmly on the lips, letting her tongue flick out to taste his muzzle.

"And maybe if you're good, you can fuck me again before you snuggle me."

Eyesah throbbed at the very mention.

---

Larise's moan echoed in the double-wide, glass-walled shower as Eyesah fucked her hard against the tile wall, water spilling down over both of their bodies even as a trickle of cum leaked from her spasming sex. The off-white mix of lord only knew how many loads it had been now leaked down her thighs to be quickly rinsed away by the shower spray.

Ewan was like a machine, relentlessly hammering away at her stretched and filled cunt. She could feel him jabbing at her cervix with every thrust, making her whine and bark as she dug her claws into his back, raking through the rough russet fur along his spine. He'd been pounding her into the wall since almost the moment he got them inside the shower and set the water running.

"Ahh~ Fuck! Ewan, gonna- Nggh!" She yelped as his knot yanked backwards within her, tugging firmly at her outer lips, but her body wasn't letting him go! Not until he'd bred her good and proper! The fat, thick globe lodged in her cunt gave her the most wonderful stretch she'd ever had from a canine, firm and unyielding even when she reached down to wrap her fingers around the root of his cock, stroking him rapidly to a peak of his own.

She lost herself on his cock as the Irish fox claimed her again, grunting and biting down on her shoulder as his fuzzy sac churned up a fresh load to fill her with, painting anything inside her clenching passage that wasn't already coated in his cum. He held himself deep, rocking in time with the jolts of his cock, his breath coming in desperate pants while he bred the bitch.

His orgasm went on for almost a full minute before both of them finally came down from the high enough to open their eyes again. His hips bucked weakly as he ground himself into her, his tail wetly slapping against the glass beside her. Larise just purred and giggled, nipping along his neck before he caught her in another kiss.

"Oh... Oh lassie, I-" He started, bumping his cheek against her own as he panted. Another kiss silenced him as she stroked a paw through his hair, rubbing the base of his pointy ears gently while his body thrummed with orgasm.

"Shh... Don't spoil it. Just enjoy it..." Larise purred, rolling her hips softly back against his sheath, keeping his knot lodged nice and deep the steady pulses of his cock going as long as she could draw the male's orgasm out for him.

The water cut off as he carried her from the shower stall, gently lifting her to the small floor grate beside it. A foot pedal activated the floor-mounted fur drier. A rush of warm air bombarded them before he finally shut it off and carried Larise back to the bedroom, looking just as smug as ever. They both flopped onto the king-sized spread, a mess of paws and muzzles as he pinned the 'yote beneath himself, panting.

"You know, you've been tied to me for longer than any other guy I can ever remember... Not worried you might have overdone it with your party pills? Two hours has got to be a record or something." She teased him, pulling the blankets up over them as he lay beside her. Their bodies curled into each other naturally, fitting like a key to its lock.

"Eh, what is it the warnings say? If it lasts more than four hours?" He laughed. "I'm sure you'll be free by morning..."

---

For Victor, graveyard shifts were the worst, and while the panther might have been more than accustomed to being awake at all hours in his previous role, since he retired back into a semi-regular civilian lifestyle and took a job at Saint Canidae's General Hospital, they always seemed to be, to a word... Shit.

"How're the rooms looking, Debbie?" He chuffed at the pretty corgi nurse manning the ER reception desk. Her paws tapped at her workstation as she brought up the current admissions. His Ukrainian accent was sharp on the edges, but he said it with a flashing smile of white teeth that contrasted his inky black fur.

"Burn patient in room one is just waiting for a private room to be cleaned up on ward three. The pediatric fever in three has come down, so you should see them next. After that, forearm laceration needing stitches in room seven, but the PA has that one, Doctor Tashkov."

He nodded, fighting the urge to take his leave and go smoke now. Technically, his shift had ended forty minutes ago. Such was life. His replacement was running late. Car trouble. Probably drunk and tired more like. He went through the motions, made his last consults, filed his notes, and saw the poor child with a fever in room three, doing his best to reassure the worried Doberman's mother.

"Alright, we'll send the prescription to the pharmacy, just chewable paracetamol. If the fever is still on and off longer than tomorrow, bring him back in. And you, young sir, get better. Ask the nurse for a treat on your way out, I saw a Cadbury bar on her desk." He added with a wink.

As soon as they were gone, he hung up his coat and badge and went the hell outside after saying his goodbyes and muttering a few choice words about punctuality to the poor hospitalist taking over for him.

The panther struck a cigar from his pocket on a battered old zippo with a flaming Excalibur on the front of it, giving it a few draws to get the smouldering end glowing.

His phone buzzed before he had a chance to even take a drag. Growling low in his chest, he tugged it free from his pocket and glanced at the screen.

What the fuck was Eyesah doing calling at this hour? He lifted the phone to his ear, accepting the call.

"This is Vic." He managed to at least not sound like he was snarling the words. The worried-sounding Vulpine came on a second later.

"Vic! It's Eyesah. Hey, remember that time-"

"You're calling in a favour. I get it. What did you do?"

"Fucked up. Uh, I'll send you the address. Doors unlocked, but I'm a little... stuck."

Victor rolled his eyes. Of course, the damn idiot fox had managed to get himself stuck. Knowing his luck, it would be like that time in Iraq Eyesah managed to get locked in a damn family of latrines. Parker still to this day denied tampering with the lock.

"Eyesah, you realize it's 4 in the morning, right mate?" He grumbled, sincerely unimpressed by the vulpine's bull-shittery.

"IF IT WASN'T URGENT I WOULDN'T BE CALLING!" The phone shouted back at him as Victor held it away from his ears, wincing.

"Alright, alright. What do you need?" He finally sighed, cracking his neck. It wasn't like the night could get any longer after all. What the hell was one more house call.

"Just bring your first aid kit and such." Eyesah said cryptically.

That got Victor's attention.

"You didn't hurt yourself doing something stupid, did you?" Vic asked, one eyebrow lifting as a hint of amusement crept into his voice.

---

"Of all of the stupid things you could have done, Lieutenant, this wasn't on my list. When you said stuck I figured "Paw caught in the doorway. Foot stuck in a metal grate. This almost reaches the level of stupidity I'd have expected with a post online ending with 'Dick caught in ceiling fan.' Almost, but not quite. It's just the right amount of stupid for you Ewan. A sound enough idea to seem clever when you hear it, and only realize how stupid it really is after it's done."

Victor was.... Simultaneously impressed, and sincerely unimpressed. It seemed a contradiction of emotions, and yet, there he was, experiencing it in real-time. Genius and idiocy in action. Eyesah was... Undoubtedly the cleverest dumbass he'd ever had the pleasure of serving with. At least the army had kept him from doing this kind of stupid shit. Mostly.

The panther rolled the little baggie of blue pills around in his paw, each in the shape of a small, blue wolf head, like little candy moulds. One could be mistaken for thinking they were triangles.

He sighed, rubbing the end of his nose and dark-furred muzzle, his fingers curling on his whiskers for a moment as he thought about how the hell to fix this. He looked up at the sheepish pair on the bed, the red fox laying on the sheets as naked as the day he was born, his cheeks like stop signs. The coyote on his lap at least had the modesty to keep her paws folded across her more than ample tits. Didn't do much to hide their obvious problem, however.

Victor sighed again, looking at the Irish fox.

"And how many of these did you say you took?"

"Two at the start of the night. It was what the fella said would work!" Ewan tried to defend his idiocy. Victor fixed him with his golden panther eyes.

"Buying bootleg species marketed Sildenafil from someone who is very obviously not a licensed pharmacist because you wanted to party all night is how you got into this mess, Eyesah. While I appreciate your ability to get things without asking questions, this is the case you should have asked questions."

"Eyesah?" Larise perked her ears, frowning. "I thought you said your name was Ewan?"

"It is. Long story short, he can't sound off worth a damn and the name stuck like you two are." Victor chuckled with a low, throaty purr, his nose twitching at the fuck-laden-scent that permeated the room. Credit to him, at least the fox had gotten laid of his own initiative for a change. The panther dumped his bag on the edge of the bed, his long tail flicking.

"Can ya' help or not, Victor? We've been stuck like this for five hours." The fox whined. His tail was curled up between his legs against Larise's rump.

Vic fetched a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff from his bag, and without asking, strapped it to Ewan's arm. Larise giggled down at him.

"Sexy." The coyote teased, sticking her tongue out at the fox, who just groaned and lay his head back against the bedding while the doctor did his thing.

"Gonna do me next?" She snickered at Victor. He paused mid-motion, the panther's long, feline tail giving a sudden swish at her words like she'd triggered some buried, predatory instinct.

Kneeling at the side of the bed, he glanced up at her sidelong with... Well, there was certainly something in those yellow, feline eyes. His pupils dilated into wide, vertical hunting slits when he looked at her. She let her paws fall from her breasts all rather deliberately and licked her lips as she heard his deep, throaty purr.

"Ask me again when I'm done with this one." He smirked, a wicked grin curling on his feline features, whiskers twitching. The scent of heat in the room wasn't lost on him.

"If you two are done flirting, Vic..." Eyesah huffed, still awkwardly stuck in the coyote bitch atop his lap who was now making bedroom eyes at the doctor.

"Just stay there Eyesah. You should be good at that by now, right?" Victor set the stethoscope in his ears, inflating the cuff, and quietly, they waited as the seconds ticked by. At last, satisfied, he put both items back in his bag, rolling his head on his shoulders.

"Well, your BP and pulse are fine, at least for what I'd expect from someone stuck in a bitch they just met-"

"Hey..." Larise feigned mock indignation, the coyote's tail flicking at the word, in a distinctly not indignant way. Victor continued, grinning.

"Realistically, you should be fine. Blue pills sometimes have this effect on knotted species, especially when you buy them bootleg and don't know the dose. Eight to twelve hours isn't unheard of. I'd say sleep it off if you can."

"Wait, so he could be tied until midday?!" Larise blinked, looking just a little shocked.

"Okay, so what's tha' other option, Vic?" Eyesah braved the loaded question with a grimace like he was walking into machine gun fire.

"I get a blood draw syringe in behind your knot and drain it manually. Takes about 5 minutes-" Victor started. He never got to finish his explanation of the simple procedure.

"Noon is fine."

"Noon's fine."

Both of them answered without missing a beat, their faces noticeably paler.

Vic chuckled, a deep, amused, rumbling purr like an outboard motor from deep in his chest.

"Yeah, thought you might say that. I was almost expecting the mere mention of it to be enough to make you soft, but such is the miracle of bootleg pharmaceuticals. Lesson learned... Now-" All the more serious, he turned to Larise, raising an eyebrow. His pupils narrowed dangerously.

"I owed him a favour. That's settled. You, on the other paw, have been eyeing me like a piece of meat since I walked in. Muzzle or ass?" "He growled at the coyote, not even bothering to mince his words. Victor was famously direct with his approach, and somehow, despite being the oldest of 'the gang' aside from the wolf, Mack, it worked in his favour nearly every time.

"Now hold on, ain't this going-" Eyesah started to interject, but was silenced with a single glare from the panther. Even in the army, Victor might not have had rank on him, but through sheer force of personality, he had been able to growl most any of their unit down. Doctor's orders, as they said.

"Shut it Eyesah. I was asking the bitch, not you. Roll with it. Maybe you'll have fun when she starts yelping. So what'll it be?" He growled, his tail now lashing the air like a cat stalking its prey. He undid the buttons on his shirt, tossing it aside. Larise's eyes lit up in delight at the athletic specimen of an older gentleman she absolutely wanted to taste. Both of the males were eye candy, and she wanted nothing more than to be stuck between them like the cream-filled center of an Oreo.

"You haven't even asked my name and now you're propositioning me?" She said with an air of playful mocking, though the way her fur rippled as she shivered in anticipation said more than enough for the panther. She wanted him and wanted him now.

"Well with that kind of growl, why don't you come over here and double up on me? I'd love you to help him stuff my cunt but... Well, Ewan's a little stuck." Larise giggled, slowly leaning over Eyesah's torso as her sandy-furred tail flagged for the panther, putting her body on full display for a few moments before she rolled her shoulders and leaned over towards Victor's waist.

"With how much you reek of heat? Nah. You're an ass girl. Not interested in paying for a bastard kitten tonight. Eyesah can keep that pleasure all to himself." Vic's snarl as he undid his belt was positively feral. Larise's tail started wagging as she got an eyeful of the panther's feline pride.

"Ya' know, this was meant to be my date..." Eyesah chuckled, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Well, I don't mind if he wants in on the fun. You were the one who called him after all. Only seems fair he gets something for his time, doesn't it?" Larise grinned as she reached her paw out once Vic had tossed his clothes in a pile by the door. Her nimble fingers wrapped around the inches of pink feline cock that were jutting from his inky black sheath, and gave a few encouraging pumps as her leathery paw pads brushed over his sensitive barbs. A pleasured hiss escaped the feline as Larise beckoned him closer.

"Plus, I've heard cats are rather... Quick on the trigger." She teased and started circling her thumb across the very tip of his cock. He wasn't as big as Eyesah, but just looking at him, she could tell he wasn't going to let that stop him for even a second. The feline had mass over the vulpine and most of it raw muscles! His body tensed with ripples and shudders as she skillfully worked his barbed prick with her paws, making sure to pay special attention to the small bumps that covered his length.

Eyesah watched all of it with rapt attention, his cock giving a twitch as another jet of vulpine cum splashed against the coyote's womb. She was hot like a fire around him, and the instinct to just grab her hips and thrust was quickly winning out. His paws found her soft, milky tits, rolling her heavy tits around with his palms and fingers, occasionally teasing her nipples just to feel her body clench around him.

Victor meanwhile had stepped closer, and looking down, took a grip on the coyote bitch's hair in his bunched fist.

"Thought you coyotes were supposed to be the yappy sort? Put your muzzle to better use, yeah?"

Larise huffed in mock indignation but opened her muzzle like a good, obedient slut, her tail wagging back and forth betraying just how much she was actually enjoying the rough treatment, completely embracing her role in their now threesome. Her hips rolled and rocked on Ewan's prick, still as hard as steel, his tip shifting and bumping up against her messy cervix as she bounced on the vulpine's lap. Thick trickles of cum squelched out around the tight seal of his knot, smearing the viscous off-white mess across his sheath and chest, as well as the insides of her thighs.

The feline tasted different from Ewan, sharp and with an aroma of the kind of soap one spoiled themselves by using. His still soft barbs tickled the back of her throat as she engulfed his maleness in its entirety, pressing her muzzle forwards until her nose was kissing Vic's black-furred sheath. She took him like a champ, swallowing the dribblings of precum that leaked from his tip eagerly, like the good, slutty coyote she was deep down.

Of course, she wouldn't have described herself like that, but... Well, when you were a free spirit who enjoyed sex perhaps a little too much, the boot did fit. Her dusty tail wagged in rapid, short flicks, like an excited pup ready to play.

Her muzzle work was sloppy, lathering over Victor's prick like she was trying to wrap her wet tongue around him and stroke his barbed cock, moaning every time his tip kissed the back of her throat as she swallowed hungrily around him. The taste of male on her tongue made her sexlips tremble, even as she teetered on the edge of another small orgasm just from the thrill of the situation alone.

"Ahhh, I give you this much LT, you know how to pick 'em." Victor growled, his cock throbbing as he thrust gently into Larise's hot muzzle, a deep-set purr rumbling in his chest. He cursed and muttered some pleasured words in his mother tongue, chuckling. Whatever he'd said, Ewan got a soft laugh out of it too.

Larise popped off Victor's length with a smack of her lips. Her pointy ears perked up as she wriggled upon the fox's knot, one paw reaching down to where they were joined, Her fingers parting around either side of the root of his shaft while she rubbed her clit with the soft pad on her thumb. Pleasure raced through her from the almost overwhelming sensation of having two males to please her tonight. The very thought made her moan, clenching around Eyesah's cock tight. The vulpine grunted, grinning up at her.

"You boys had better be saying nice things about me." She said with a playful growl.

"I was saying if you have to be tied up for the night, you're a pretty good choice. Bend over slut." Victor growled, his fist in her hair pushing her down along Ewan's chest as he clambered onto the bed, kneeling over the vulpine and coyote's legs.

He guided his cock into the cleft of her ass, rubbing and grinding along her pink little tail hole, smearing streaks of precum through her asscheeks.

"Come on. In already!" She growled eagerly, before turning her head to grin at the pinned Eyesah beneath her. Her ears perked, eyes sparkling with newfound energy. Well, if she was going to be stuck here, she was going to have a hell of a night.

"Hope you're ready for a hell of a ride, foxy."

She didn't actually give him a chance to answer, leaning down and embracing the Irish fox before he could remark on their situation one way or another, his lips mashing against her own while her tongue wrestled with his.

The only sign that Eyesah got that anything had happened was when she tensed above him, before letting out a long, sultry moan into his muzzle as she came hard around his sensitive knot, her body squirting lust all across his white fuzzy balls, adding to the copious mess that was already matting his fur. Her motions were rocking back and forth as she went over the edge, and it took a second for Eyesah to realize she wasn't actually moving, but Victor certainly was!

Balls deep in a tight warm coyote ass, the panther just purred, her body clenching hard around him and trying to deny him going any further. He didn't care, nor was it going to stop him. Victor's sharp cock barbs flared, scraping at her inner walls as he pulled back before thrusting again, earning a yelp of surprise from Larise. The clap of his hips slamming into her pillowy ass echoed through the bedroom.

"Ahh, there she is, good yelpy bitch. Do it again. Give her a tug if she goes quiet, Eyesah. Love me a good vocal slut." Victor's claws dug into her rump as he snarled, making her yelp again as he left fresh claw marks in her ass, hilting himself deep with each rough, feral thrust.

"Mmmph! Fuck yes! Come on Irish, don't- nghh! Let him out do you!" Larise barked as Ewan's paws found her hips, digging in hard. Oh, he'd show her just what an Irish fox could do! His hips rocked upwards, grinding his sheath up against her clit as he hauled her body down in his lap, bouncing the yelping canine up and down like a cheap fucktoy.

"Ye' think this old cat can out fuck a fox?" The vulpine snarled, slamming his tip against Larise's cervix and making her bark sharply as he painted her insides with a fresh coat of precum.

"Bold fucking words Eyesah. Care to back them up?"

She squelched with a trickle of cum leaking down her thighs each time both of the males hilted her, their pace picking up to a frenzied competition of male dominance, each trying to out perform the other.

"You ain't the one fuckin' breeding her cunt." Eyesah yapped in turn like they were arguing with a series of feral growls and snapping fangs over the coyote's shoulder. They were going at her body like a pair of lumberjacks sawing a tree, wet smacks and moans and barks filling the small bedroom.

"You're gonna be the one who ends up with a bastard when you pup the bitch if she ain't already. You and your Eejit ideas. How many little russet mutts have you got out there?" Victor bared his teeth, thrusting hard into the coyote's ass. Larise shuddered and moaned, rolling her beasts in her paws as she rode Eyesah's cock like a bull at a rodeo. She was trapped between two savage, virile males, and loved every second of it.

"Ahh! Quit bragging and just FUCK ME! Give me some more pretty red mongrels! And you-" Larise snapped, twisting her head as she reached back to grab Victor's muzzle, pulling the panther into a hot kiss before he could protest.

"I expect you to try your hand once he's unstuck as well." She licked her lips after they parted, her tail wagging hard as she savoured the panther's taste.

Whatever she'd said, it must have spurred both male's libidos into full breed mode. Eyesah had looked shocked at her for about one moment before his eyes narrowed in a fiercely possessive glare and he started fucking her in earnest.

Meanwhile, Victor had grabbed her tail and was holding it aside for leverage while he huffed loudly in her ear, shoving her down onto the vulpine's chest before he covered her back.

It was more pleasure than she knew what to do with, but fortunately, her body knew exactly what to do in such a predicament.

She came.

Hard.

Barking and howling, Larise's eyes rolled back as she shook from the force of it, pleasure short-circuiting her fragile, fuck hungry coyote brain like lightning striking a transformer. She saw an explosion of light behind her eyelids before she made an absolute mess of herself on Ewan's lap, cumming and cumming until she was at the point of nearly blacking out! One set of fangs closed on her left shoulder, another on her right, biting down and primally marking the lusty bitch as theirs while their owners hammered into her poor, stretched body before they held themselves in her to their hilts.

Ewan's knot throbbed as he held himself as deep as he could, utterly hosing her womb down with his tip piercing her cervix. Victor's barbs meanwhile flared out and held fast as his cock jumped in her rear, marking his own claim on her tight, wriggling ass. They may not have shared her nice, but damn if they didn't claim her thoroughly and completely, like a pair of strays fighting over scraps.

She could feel all of it within her, sloshing around messily, a whole night's worth of fucking and breeding and quenching that pesky heat that had plagued her belly. When she came down from the incredible high at last, she went as limp as a noodle atop Ewan's furry white chest. The pressure that had built in her sex's thoroughly marked passage gushed inwards as her entire body relaxed, including that last barrier to her womb, unclenching enough around the fox's spade-shaped tip to open the floodgates to what felt like a venerable flood of cum to drown whatever embers were left.

Above her, Victor huffed, his sac still tight against her ass while his prick throbbed deep inside, each twitch of the feline's thick shaft adding another healthy dollop of his cum into her stretched, well fucked ass. With a grunt, he groped and petted her cushy rump cheeks with one paw.

"There's a good slut." He purred, praisingly. Larise's tail started wagging between their bodies again, almost as if on a canine response to the words. Her cheeks flushed pink as she wriggled back against the males inside of her.

"Not... How I saw this hookup going." Ewan managed to chuckle quietly. The fox was practically a puddle of mess, exhaustion, and fur below the pinned coyote.

"Well, I hope that's not all you boys have in you... The sun isn't even up yet..." Larise huffed, her tail giving a single swish across the fur of Vic's belly.

"Got an idea, slut?" Victor rumbled, slowly pulling himself free of her tight tail star, leaving her dribbling a pearly streak of cum down her ass cheeks and thighs to where she was still firmly knotted to the Irish fox who had started this entire thing.

Larise's golden eyes flashed with mischief as she turned her head, winking at the panther.

"I might... You've got more of those blue pills, right Irish?" She asked, without a single shred of innocence to her intent as she turned and grinned at the firmly stuck Ewan.

Eyesah blinked, partly in panic, partly in utterly unbridled lust.

Well.... Fuck it, if he died, he died. But oh what a way to go out it would be. Best eejit idea ever.