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Author's Note: For a prompt that stumped me for as long as this one did, I sure had fun with it when inspiration finally hit. Hopefully, y'all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy Cozy's run-in with a muscle mommy shark in my rendition of Hypnovember, Day 6: Defeat.

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The lights from the arcade machines illuminated Cozy's white fur in a rainbow of colors. She felt the giddiness of liquor-induced giggles as she walked through the throng of people vying for a game to play. She felt a firm tug on her arm and turned around to see a breathtaking burgundy shark grinning at her.

She wore a tight tank top stretched over bulging muscles and even larger breasts. Her shorts clung to her well-defined glutes and looked painted onto her thick quads. She wore her eggplant purple hair in a messy mullet with the fringe falling into her entrancing amethyst-colored eyes.

Cozy felt her breath catch in her throat as she looked at her. She could see the shark's mouth moving but couldn't register what she was saying. Vulgar ideas featuring her mouth flashed through the kitsune's mind. She heard the woman snicker, and it snapped her out of her reverie.

“You with me now, sugar?" she asked in an accent as thick as the summer heat in the deep south. “I know I look good, but usually I have to buy a girl a few drinks before she's staring at me like I hand-painted all the stars in the sky." She looked Cozy up and down, and the kitsune felt naked under her gaze. Her eyes settled on the half-empty cup in Cozy's hands. “Looks like someone already got you ready for me," she said with a smirk. “What's that? Your third drink?"

Cozy felt heat rise to her cheeks. She looked down at her cup and then up at the shark with bashful eyes. “It's actually my fifth," she said in a voice that slurred more than she intended. She giggled when she heard the drunkenness in her tone.

The shark looked down at her with a deepening smirk. “Perfect amount to try my game here," she said as she took a step back to gesture to the high striker game behind her.

It was a simple setup: the foam hammer sat on top of the machine, next to the blinking target. Cozy craned her neck to see the full length of the strength levels. About four inches from the top, she saw a cardboard burgundy arrow glued to the machine.

“That's my record up there," the shark said as she pointed to the cardboard arrow. “Anyone who can beat my record gets a prize. Anyone who can make it ring the bell gets an even bigger prize." She looked back at the kitsune. “You reckon you want to try?"

Cozy felt her eyes go wide as she studied the machine. She shook her head and felt nervous laughter bubble out of her in a fit of giggles. “Sure thing," she said with a shrug before she giggled again. She downed the rest of her drink in one gulp, then held the empty cup out to the shark. She picked the hammer up in her paws, getting a feel for the weight of it. “I'm never coming close to your record, but let's see what happens."

The shark looked at the kitsune curiously. She stumbled as she tried to move around the machine with the hammer in her hand. Her first swing missed the target entirely. She righted herself and lined up her next attempt. The game operator didn't bother to tell her not to try again; honestly, the shark was enjoying the show.

Cozy narrowed her eyes and focused on the target. The ground beneath her paws didn't feel too steady at that moment, and she willed it to stop moving long enough to impress the hot shark who owned the game. She swung with all her might and felt her excitement climb when the hammer made contact with more than just air this time around. She threw her head back and watched as the ball shot up.

When it barely made it halfway, Cozy swore under her breath. She looked over at the shark with a shrug. “Sorry," she said with a weak grin. “I guess I'm just not as strong as you are." She stared pointedly at the shark's biceps, wondering for half a second how easy it would be for her to pin the kitsune against a wall.

“Oh, don't you worry about it, honey," the shark replied with a wink. “I'm sure there are plenty of things you're good at, especially with a cute little giggle like that." She took a step closer to the kitsune and leaned on the machine.

Cozy was now only inches from the woman. She felt her heart rate quicken and pound against her ribcage. She could smell the rich cologne the game operator was wearing mixed in with her own heady musk. The kitsune felt her head spin as she took a long, deep breath. “Only thing I'm good at tonight is drinking and getting myself in trouble," she said with a nod to her empty cup still in the shark's hand.

“Well, you done ran out of drink," the shark said as she examined the dregs at the bottom of the cup. “Guess all that's left is getting in trouble now." Her eyes glinted with mischief as she looked back towards the kitsune. She could see the rapid rise and fall of Cozy's ample chest, and she watched as the fox swallowed a few times, lost for words.

After a few moments of reaching for a response, Cozy finally cleared her throat. “I don't know what kind of trouble I could get into all by myself," she said. She looked over the shark's heavily muscled body one more time. She felt the nearly uncontrollable urge to reach out and squeeze one of her biceps, but the kitsune resisted.

“By yourself?" she repeated with a tilt of her head. “Oh, heavens, no. I was thinking maybe we could get into some trouble together."

Cozy's eyes widened. “B-But you're working," she stuttered, looking back at the flashing game machine.

The shark shrugged. “I can't think of a better reason to take a break," she said as she hungrily looked the kitsune up and down. “And besides, I think it'd be fun to see if I can get you to giggle like that on command."

Cozy felt her cheeks grow hot all over again. She giggled and looked away from the woman's intimidating gaze. “You made me forget how to speak for a second there," she said in between giggles. “I've got to be careful around someone like you."

The shark shook her head and reached out to cup the kitsune's muzzle in her hand. “Not at all, sugar," she cooed, the twang dripping off her every syllable. “I can be careful enough for the both of us. You just let that pretty little brain of yours take a break now."

The kitsune felt the dizziness in her head intensify. The alcohol had really started to catch up with her, and the noise from the crowd turned static-y in her head. She could hear the rhythmic, lilting tones from the shark's words, and she found herself hanging on each and every one of them.

“Take a break?" Cozy repeated. The words felt heavy on her tongue, and she grimaced.

“Mmhmm," the shark nodded, pressing a finger lightly against the kitsune's muzzle. “Let me do the thinking for both of us. You just listen along and do what I ask, okay? I'll make sure we're both happy."

Cozy nodded, feeling a sense of relief at the thought of not having to think anymore. Her voice was smooth and rich and so easy to get lost in. She watched in a daze as the shark drew herself back to her full height, then wrapped her hands around the kitsune's waist. Before she knew it, Cozy had been effortlessly tossed over this woman's shoulder. She giggled as she felt her skirt fall, exposing her bare ass to the crowd of spectators.

Cozy watched the crowd slowly disappear as they made their way into some kind of back hallway. The lighting was much dimmer, but the kitsune had her eyes closed anyway, lost in a blissful haze as she was carried around by the game operator.

She came to once she was set down on the ground again. She started to climb to her feet, but a hand made its way onto her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. “I really think I like you better down there," she said in a coy voice. She hooked her fingers through the belt loops on her shorts and pulled them down in one swift motion. Cozy stared in awe at her flawless, smooth skin.

The shark stepped toward the kitsune. She spread her legs apart and pulled Cozy's face toward her slit. “You can smell how worked up you've gotten me," she mewled, working her fingers through the kitsune's long, blonde hair. “Go on," she said, “take a whiff. I bet it'll make you damp between the legs, too."

Obediently, Cozy took a deep breath, inhaling as much of her musk as she could in one go. She felt lightheaded by the aroma, and it was all she could do to stop herself from diving in face-first. As if on cue, she felt an intense tingling between her legs. She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her dampness spilling out onto her fur. She felt herself whimper before she realized what was happening.

The shark gripped her hair at the roots, eliciting a gasp from the addled kitsune. “You want a taste?" she asked. Her voice was low and tinged with lust as she held Cozy's face just far enough away that the fox couldn't reach her. “Go on, then," she said as she pushed the kitsune even closer. “Have a little taste."

Cozy felt her damp lips press up against her muzzle. She opened her mouth to lap at the sweet excitement that spilled from inside of her. When the shark moaned and pressed herself more firmly against the kitsune, Cozy worked her tongue even faster.

“What a good girl," the shark panted in between moans. Cozy swirled her tongue over the other woman's clit in response to the praise. “I bet you can feel it building up in you, too," she added as she moved her hips in time to Cozy's tongue. “Pressure getting higher and higher with every moan you get me to make. Can you feel it?"

As if to punctuate her words, the shark moaned loudly. Cozy felt her own excitement build in the pit of her stomach at the sound of her moans. She rubbed her thighs together some more as she thrust her tongue as deep inside of the shark as she could. The sticky sweet taste coated her tongue.

The shark felt her eyes roll back into her head as a growl pushed its way out of her throat. She threaded her fingers through the kitsune's hair again and pulled her away from her duties for a moment. She looked down at the fox's blank, dazed expression and at the dampness of the fur around her mouth.

“I bet you're starting to feel desperate to cum," the shark said in soft, measured tones. When Cozy nodded her head in response, she continued, “I'm going to let you get yourself off while you're getting me off. Every movement you make with your tongue or your fingers on my pussy, you're going to feel it on your own pussy. If you lick my clit, you'll feel someone licking yours at the same time. If you slide your fingers inside of me, you'll feel them inside of yourself, too."

The shark pushed herself back into the kitsune's range. Lost in a haze of lust, Cozy leaned forward and stroked the shark's clit with her tongue. Like she'd been warned, she felt a tongue against her own clit, which made her moan against the shark's slit.

“Good fucking girl," the game operator growled again. “Feel it build in you the way you're making it build in me. And when you taste it exploding out of me, that's when it'll explode out of you, too."

She ground her face roughly against the fox's muzzle, feeling the vibrations from her moaning against her clit. She could feel her knees start to buckle as Cozy hooked her arms around her thighs to bring herself in even closer. The kitsune hungrily lapped at the other woman's slit.

When she thrust her tongue deep into the shark's caverns, Cozy felt the same sensation between her own legs. She absentmindedly spread them to allow the phantom tongue easier, deeper access to her as she continued to explore the game operator's depths.

Cozy could feel her own orgasm teetering on the brink of bursting. She whined into the shark as she continued to tongue-fuck her. She felt the muscles in the shark's legs begin to tighten, and she knew release was on the horizon for them both. Her tongue furiously swirled around her clit as the pressure became more and more intense in her own abdomen.

Finally, like a dam breaking, both women exploded into cries of pleasure. Wave after wave of throbbing ecstasy washed over the two of them as the game operator lost her ability to stand and collapsed onto Cozy's face.

The kitsune held her up while the two of them caught their breath. The orgasm had broken her out of her daze, but she still enjoyed the feeling of cupping the woman's firm, well-toned ass in her paws.

After a few moments, the game operator stood up and stretched. Cozy watched as her muscles rippled with her movements. “You can come by my game any day if that's what it feels like when you lose," the shark said to her with a greedy smirk.