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"You can't?"

Vignette stood in his room, his previously enthusiastic body language slowly slumping into disappointment. Kiba shook his head, bobbing just out of frame in the video call for just a moment.

"I'm sorry V, this is just too good to pass up." The deer frowned, an expression that looked out of place on his usually jovial snout. "I'll make it up to you when the new semester starts, maybe? Sleepover in my dorm?"

While losing a whole week of weed, video games, and an empty house where he could breed his boyfriend anywhere and anytime was a let down, Vignette couldn't help but appreciate how serious Kiba had been taking his grades lately. To try and dissuade his man from a paid internship in his dream field would have just been selfish.

"Sure," Vignette gave a chuckle, "but I'm not gonna take it easy on you if your suitemates are in. They're gonna hear how loud I can make you cum and I won't be sorry."

"Ooh, don't threaten me with a good time, babe." Kiba winked. "Shit, I gotta run, but I'll call you as soon as I get back to the dorms. I love you!"

"Love you too, Ki. Don't do too many drugs with your professor, you gotta save some for me."

"V." Kiba scrunched his long snout, "How could you accuse me of such a thing. I am a consummate professional, and I've only done a few dab hits with this guy. So far."

"So far." Vignette echoed with a knowing glance, prompting Kiba to roll his eyes and end the call.

Falling back on his bed, the striped hyena let out a long sigh. Summer at his parents' place was always kind of a boring affair for Vignette - none of his friends from university lived even remotely close, and his few remaining high school friends had already vacated their little suburb for bigger and better things. Now that the promise of a hedonistic week with Kiba had vanished, the all-too-familiar trappings of Vignette's childhood room were starting to make him feel antsy.

"Vignette, sweetie?" A voice called from outside his door, perking the hyena's ears. "Do you have my mane brush? I can't find it anywhere."

"Oh, yeah," Vignette responded, eyeing the stiff-bristled brush laying on his nightstand. A flush of embarrassment ran through him - he'd forgotten a few things at his dorm when he'd returned home for the summer, and striped hyena manes were notoriously hard to tame without the right tools. Last night was hardly the first time he'd borrowed his mom's brush for some quick grooming, and normally he would have put it right back, but...

Something about his mom's scent, buried deep in the bristles, made him hesitate. That night, alone in his room, Vignette had all sorts of excuses running through his head. He was just lonely. He hadn't hooked up with a girl in a while. He wasn't really thinking about his mom, just a mature, caring woman with big tits, a soothing voice, and delicious feminine musk in her striped fur. When he came, he whimpered into the brush, all the fragments of his little denials vanishing into a deep sleep.

"Can I come in, sweetie?"

Quickly sitting up on his bed, Vignette adjusted himself, hiding the boner peeking from his sheath under the folds of his clothes. "Y-yeah mom, sorry!"

Hurrying into his room, Marin tried to mask her underlying stress with a warm smile at her son. The older striped hyena, dressed in tight jeans and a purple sweater, almost never let her nerves get the best of her - a model housewife and the neighborhood sweetheart, her patience and caring had gotten Vignette through many a tough time in his adolescence. Only two things seemed to get under his mother's skin: being on the phone with customer service, and packing for a trip.

"I don't mind if you borrow my stuff, just please remember to put it back, okay? I was looking everywhere, and your father doesn't seem to understand how expensive those campground shops get." Marin took the brush from her son's outstretched hand, letting out a big sigh and running it through her mane. The sight stirred an uncomfortable feeling in Vignette, one he quickly stifled by grabbing his phone and poking aimlessly at messages he'd already read.

"Ugh, sorry I'm a little grumpy, sweetie," The bed shifted with Marin's weight as she sat down beside her son, rubbing her temples and taking a deep breath. "I bet you're excited to get out the house, though! Looking forward to your week with Kiba?"

"He had to cancel, actually," Vignette shrugged. The hyena knew, especially when Marin was already stressing out, to downplay his disappointment into mere apathy. He hoped that he wouldn't add any extra worry to his mom's plate, to be as little of a burden as possible.

Deep down, Vignette also knew that this was a losing battle.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm sorry," Marin's face fell in concern, placing a hand on Vignette's shoulder. "I know how much you were looking forward to spending time with him again, too."

"It's okay, mom, really." Vignette felt the momentum in his mother's anxiety building, trying in vain to nip it in the bud.

"But you'll be stuck alone this whole week, are you sure you won't be bored?" The pleading look in Marin's eyes cut through Vignette. The brush was still in her other hand, and she fidgeted her thumb through the bristles as she spoke. Vignette couldn't meet her gaze, nor could he stop thinking about how close he'd held that brush last night...

"Really, I'll be fine...I've got the internet?" Vignette offered, trying anything to placate his fretting mother. Judging from the frown on her snout, that wasn't the answer she wanted to hear.

"Vignette, sweetie, you deserve a more fun summer break than just staying cooped up inside all day..."

"Please don't worry, mom." Vignette's begging was resigned, knowing he might as well have politely asked a speeding train to stop on a dime.

Placing a hand on her son's shoulder, Marin gently ran her brush through Vignette's mane, unknowingly causing his blush to deepen. "I'm not worried, sweetie. Just concerned."

"Oh good, that's totally different." Vignette sighed, doing his best not to think too deeply about the brush pulling at his scalp.

Giving him a chuckle and a gentle kiss on the head, Marin stood. She paused at his door, her ears perking suddenly. "You know...your father and I have that extra room in the cabin..."

Vignette didn't know it then, but his fate was sealed the moment those words left her lips.

Over the rest of the day, Marin carefully dissected any reason to not bring Vignette along. We only ever use the bunkbed in the spare room for storage, she thought while doing a count of her panties. He loves his nature walks, and the trails up north are so beautiful, she scratched her chin while waiting for leftover chicken to reheat in the oven.

"...and plenty of kids his age come up with their families for the summer - maybe he can make some friends!" Marin pitched, lying in bed next to her husband while he tapped away at his tablet. Vignette's father, a scraggly-whiskered striped hyena named Earl, gave a noncommittal grunt, trying as best as he could to hide his immediate disapproval.

He'll be all alone in this quiet house, crying himself to sleep, Marin sighed, staring at the dark ceiling while her husband snored away. And when he gets older, he'll only resent us for going away without him.

--

"Gooood morniiing~" Marin burst into the kitchen at 8 AM, receiving bewildered and semi-conscious stares from Earl and Vignette alike. Before even heading to the coffee pot, Marin marched to the kitchen table, placing her hands on the hips of her fluffy pink robe. "Vignette darling, I'd like to cordially invite you to come camping with us!"

Both men's eyes widened, sharing a confused look with each other before turning back to Marin. After a beat, Earl spoke up first.

"Hon, isn't this pretty last minute? And I mean...I'm sure Vignette doesn't want to share a cabin with his parents at his age, right?" Earl turned to his son, the subtle plea in his eyes completely lost on his son, who had turned away and was looking into his coffee.

"Sure, I'll come." Vignette responded with a shrug, causing his mother to clasp her hands in delight and give an excited wag of her tail just as his father's face fell. After all, why not, Vignette thought? Better than a week stranded with no car in the 'burbs.

"Oh, wonderful!" Marin lit up, practically bouncing over to the coffee pot. "It's been too long since we had a proper family vacation."

"Mhm." Earl grunted, his lack of enthusiasm all too clear. "I'll go rearrange the van, I guess."

--

Almost 24 hours later, the three hyenas packed into Marin's SUV for a morning drive upstate. Despite Earl's grumbling, Vignette managed to fit himself and his two bags comfortably amidst the multiple suitcases and plastic tubs crowding the rear cabin.

Watching as the suburbs beneath the highway scattered into further and further clusters, Vignette tuned out everything from the occasional attempts of conversation coming from his mother, to his dad's weirdly out-of-date phone blaring robotic GPS directions, to the low thrashing of the acoustic 90s Righteous Babe folk album Marin had put on while cruising. There was a shift in the smell of the air as the family crossed the state line - the wind blowing in through the cracked windows smelled crisp and fresh, washing over the young hyena and making him crack a slight smile.

The highway plunged into a sea of trees, swallowing Vignette's view into a blurry, sun-spackled green. There were a series of turns, a few moments where Earl cursed out the GPS for leading them down the wrong streets, and one final stop at a gas station before the crowded roads gave way to a wide, well-populated campground. Passing a large lake surrounded by tons of idle fishing rods and frolicking kids, Vignette's eyes were drawn to two college girls in bikinis following a path to the pool. One of the girls, a possum whose bikini bottom showed off her thick silver ass, seemed to look over her shoulder and make eye contact with him.

"Ooh, don't look now sweetie, but I saw a couple of pretty young ladies just now~" The smirk in Marin's voice was evident, causing Vignette to shrink into himself with a blush.

"Heh, no need to be shy, bud." Earl tried to join in, reaching back and giving Vignette a pat on his knee. "You got my good looks and your mother's charm, I'm sure you'll be knockin' em dead."

"Oh my god, dad," Vignette rolled his eyes, though he couldn't deny feeling a little encouraged by his father's clumsy attempt at paternal support.

After their final crawl through the winding dirt roads of the campground, their destination came into view: a small cabin with its back to the surrounding woods, with a humble porch and swinging bench affixed to its wooden overhang. The cabin itself offered little in terms of privacy - he had to cross through his parents' room, right by the foot of their king bed, in order to get to the tiny secondary room in the back. Two bunk beds, which would have been cramped for any particularly lanky young teen, lined either side of the walls. As he helped Marin and Earl unload their various supplies, sundries, and board games, any hopes of him sneaking one of those cute girls back to his bed were swiftly dashed.

While unloading the last of their firewood, Earl gestured Vignette over, slipping behind the cabin while Marin made their beds inside.

"Hey, I just wanted to say, sorry if I was a little off earlier. I'm happy to have you here, kiddo." The older male hyena looked uncomfortable offering his apology. The feeling was mutual for Vignette - usually his dad would only make an attempt at emotional vulnerability if he wanted something in return.

"Listen, do you uh...think you could give your mother and I some space for a little while? Just a couple of hours, maybe explore the grounds or um...something?"

"Sure, dad." Vignette rolled his eyes, turning away the moment it became clear that this was the most upfront his father would be. Earl's 'thanks, bud,' almost certainly accompanied by a thumbs up, was barely audible amidst Vignette's purposefully loud shuffling through the foliage behind the cabin.

"Going somewhere, sweetie?" Marin called from the porch as she hefted a bag of charcoal over to their site's grill. "I'm thinking of getting some dogs and burgers ready once we're all settled."

"Okay, just gonna check the place out. Have fun." Vignette waved to his confused mother as he started down the road.

--

It had been an hour, and Vignette was starting to become convinced that All Those Kids His Age had vanished the moment his father had sexiled him.

The pool was overrun with screaming elementary schoolers. The field was occupied by a dad-rock band, playing a cover of Sweet Caroline for a swaying audience of nobody under the age of 40. Out of desperation, Vignette had even checked out the shuffleboard court, which was predictably occupied by a small group of very competitive seniors.

On his third listless pass by the central hub of the campground, an out of the way sign reading ARCADE caught Vignette's eye. It guided the hyena to the rear of the kitschy General Store, which seemed to be a hollowed out garage converted into an indoor activity space that hadn't been updated since the 90's. Vignette would have kept walking if he hadn't seen her.

Almost straight back from the entrance to the arcade, a tall mare stood with her back to him. Her tail twitched and swished in front of the plump ass in her jeans, the rest of her body almost motionless with concentration. It looked like some kind of fighting game, and the second player spot next to her was open. Vignette felt a little intimidated as he approached her - she stood almost a head taller than him, and the freshly dried styling of her black mane gave him the vibe of the kind of girl who wouldn't give him the time of day back at university.

But then again, he was here. And it was either this or the dad-rock band.

"Hey, mind if I join?" Vignette asked, receiving a curious look from the mare that quickly broke into a smile.

"Hell yeah, get in here." Her voice had a husky quality to it, which despite her college-girl looks made her sound a little more mature. It ratcheted the butterflies in Vignette's stomach up a few notches. "Someone left this thing on free play too, so no quarters necessary. You play?"

"Uh, a little bit?" Vignette's confidence, hastily put together with the duct tape and paperclips of late adolescent desperation, shook as he pressed the START button and saw a completely unfamiliar set of characters. Picking a set of three characters at a whim, he cast a flirty look at the mare. "I'm Vignette, by the way."

"Elena." She grinned back, the look on her equine muzzle igniting a blush beneath Vignette's fur. "Ooh, point Iori huh? Classic."

Vignette didn't have time to ask what she meant. Within a second of the arcade cabinet shouting "FIGHT", Elena's character had zipped up to Vignette's face, locking him in a series of attacks that he was absolutely powerless against. When he tried to jump away, she would pursue. When he blocked a few stray hits, she caught him with a grab and ran him down again. When he mashed, which was frequently, she would only get bigger damage.

"Chris is plus on that attack." Elena casually mentioned as she flicked the control stick, putting the finishing touches on a combo that did not seem like it should have been possible.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Vignette admitted, which got a chuckle out of both of them. The remainder of the match became an impromptu teaching session, with Elena slipping the basics of the game in between Vignette's mashy attempts at forcing his way through her practiced offense. By the time Elena had wiped out all of his characters, he was ready to go again. It didn't matter so much that her advice was coming almost as fast as her attacks, and that he could barely hang on to any shred of decency at this game. Laughing with her, hearing how cute she sounded when she showed off, and the occasional times when she'd lean into him - those made it all worth it.

"Hey, you're getting it!" Elena nodded with approval, closing out a game where Vignette had almost taken out her first character. Her elation, which felt genuine and encouraging, quickly faded as she caught a glance at the clock on the wall above them. "Aw shit. I gotta get going, there's some stuff I need to take care of for later."

"Dang, I really could've taken you if I had a few more decades." Vignette winked. Elena gave him a light punch on the shoulder.

"Shut up, you're not so bad. I'm here through next weekend, we should play some more." Elena went to leave, but then paused. "Actually...you doing anything after sundown?"

"Right now? Reading in my folks' cabin and hating my life." Vignette grimaced, and the mare flicked her tail in amusement.

"Well, once you've exhausted all the fun you can have in mommy and daddy's room, there's a bonfire at site 609. Hope to see you there, cutie." With a wink, Elena waved him goodbye and swished her hips as she left.

"Oh hell yes." Vignette's tail twitched back and forth in excitement, lightly bumping the arcade cabinet behind him. The hyena was giddy, practically floating back to his parents' cabin with thoughts of Elena's swishing equine tail and pleasantly girlish scent filling his head.

Upon his return, Vignette passed his father on his way to the restrooms.

"You kids having fun here?" The younger hyena teased, a winking look on his face.

Earl grimaced, faltering to respond but keeping his pace up. "Uhh...hah, we'll see, kiddo."

Raising an eyebrow as his father walked away, Vignette was quickly waved over to the grill by his mother. She had her favorite apron on, tending to a set of hot dogs and hamburgers with the attentiveness of a nervous five-star chef.

"Hey sweetie!" Marin grinned, quickly returning her concentration to the sizzling meat before her. "There's plenty for you if you're hungry. Oh, and if you're bored, Aunt Jay and Uncle Max are coming by for poker later. I'm sure they'd love to see you."

"Ah, thanks but I actually got invited to a thing..." Vignette could feel the widened eyes and knowing smile that would pop onto his mother's face before it appeared. With a humble shrug, he did his best to contain his excited grin as he fed Marin a little more, "Met a girl here, we're gonna hang out and go to a bonfire."

"Ooooh~" Marin sang, leaning in suggestively as Vignette scrunched into a visible blush. "Well, I know you have to get through our room to come back to yours, so if you do come back late just please try not to be too loud. Try as I might, I am just not as heavy a sleeper as your father."

Handing her Vignette a hot dog on a toasted bun, covered with just the right amount of shredded cheese and mustard, Marin had a few false starts before continuing in an embarrassed tone. "And, just please remember to um...use protection, okay?"

"Mom..." Vignette groaned, and Marin put her hands up as if to deflect any of his teenage shyness.

"I'm your mother, I have to say it!" Marin shrugged as she turned back to her work, and before Vignette could slink away to the table, added "There's a stash in the poker suitcase if you need, the pink one, in the front pocket-"

"I'M EATING, WE'RE MOVING ON." Vignette proclaimed, sitting at the nearby picnic table and facing away from his sighing mom. He knew she meant well, but with how attentive and helpful she had always been in every other facet of his life, it just felt weird whenever she tried to be a Cool Mom about sex stuff. She'd be as subtle as a heart attack whenever he and Kiba would spend the night together, after all.

But he couldn't deny that she had a point, and the last thing he wanted to do was to buy condoms from the old couple working the General Store. He made a note to stop in the cabin before he left.

--

The path to site 609 was lit only by the passing glow of the neighboring campsites. The smell of rich, burning firewood filled the air, tickling Vignette's wild instincts almost as much as the thought of the cute mare awaiting him.

Of course, Marin had gotten one last shot in - giving Vignette a "have fun and be safe, sweetie!" with a wink as he left the older folks to their poker game. He rolled his eyes, shaking the uncomfortable memory of his mother's grin from his thoughts.

Finally, he reached the site, buried far in the back of the campground. The clearing was much wider than the row of cabins his parents stayed in, with a couple of RV's parked on the outskirts. The central firepit had an impressive structure burning within - likely set up by some manner of experienced boy scout and certainly not approved by any campground staff. Groups of people mingled and blasted their assorted music, sitting in camping chairs or clinking bottles by firelight. And right before the hyena's eyes, in silhouette of the bonfire behind her, was Elena.

"Ayy, Vignette! Get over here!" Jogging over to the waving mare, Vignette found his breath caught in his throat. She had changed since, now wearing a tight tube top and booty shorts that showed a tantalizing amount of the bay hair covering her thighs. With a smile, Elena gave him an affectionate shoulder bump, the brief contact with her igniting a blush under Vignette's snout. "Glad you made it."

"W-wouldn't miss it." Vignette stumbled, but quickly returned her flirty gaze. "I mean, after the ass kicking you gave me, how could I not come back for more?"

"Ooh, and he's a smooth talker." Elena smirked as she took his hand, leading him to a smaller firepit close to the woods. There were a few figures sitting around the fire, and multiple clouds of pungent pot smoke wafted from the group into the night sky. Stopping just short of the circle, Elena turned to Vignette with a glint in her eye.

"So, okay, no pressure buuut~" With a singsong tone, Elena reached into her pocket and produced a baggie with a couple of colorful pills inside. "You ever rolled? I wanted to get fucked up under the stars, but my friends are being total pussies about it."

"Most I've ever had was some weed, but uh..." This was the moment. His adolescent confidence burned as bright as the bonfire behind him, and Vignette leaned in. "Getting fucked up under the stars sounds like exactly what I need right now."

"Let's fucking go." With a flourish, Elena presented a pair of pink pills. Vignette nodded as he took one in his hand. She swallowed hers first, washing it down with a swig from her refillable water bottle before holding it out for the hyena.

The unassuming little pill had a heart engraved on it. When he took it from the mare bathed in fire and moonlight, feeling the brief warmth of her touch, he washed it down with no hesitation.

--

Vignette hadn't been paying attention to the time, drifting in and out of conversations around the bonfire. The cool, casual way Elena had introduced him to her friends got the hyena so hot that he had no chance of memorizing their names. Elena's friends were pretty cute, a ragtag group of stoners and skaters from the nearby Leland University, but there was no question who Vignette's eyes were returning to. Firelight danced over her bare rusty-brown fur, the gloss of her coat creating little wisps that pulled Vignette's gaze over her thigh, up her arm, across her softly grinning snout.

"Buncha dorks, huh?" Elena rolled her eyes, winking in Vignette's direction.

"Oh sure, we're the dorks," The cheetah beside Elena scoffed, gesturing with the large bong in his hand. "One day, I hope to be as cool as the mare who never shuts up about Wakeup DP's and King of Fighting."

"King of Fighters, ak-tually." Elena mimed pushing a pair of glasses up the bridge of her snout, while the cheetah took one hand off the bong mid-rip to flip her off. Her smile pushed the fur on her face in all of the right ways, and the wisps cast by the firelight seemed to spark with her laughter. Crackling off of her face, like barely visible embers cast from the bonfire, the wisps of light guided Vignette's eyes over her mane, past the trees in the distance, until his head was craned up to the sky. All he could see were stars, dancing and flickering to the pulse of Elena's voice.

"Oh, shit." Vignette whispered, the blanket of stars over him feeling like an ocean he was rising to meet. His head felt light, the wisps of starlight buzzing through him on their way up to the heavens. His heart was racing, but not out of fear - Vignette felt his camping chair, how it cradled him and supported his neck as he sank towards into the twinkling sea.

A force, something like gravity, pulled Vignette's head to the side. He was still firmly on the ground, and Elena was giving him a look. "Feelin' it?"

The stars were falling to the ground around her, sparking in the firelight reflected in her eyes. Vignette's reverent stare was all the answer she needed.

--

"MAYBE IT'S NOT MY WEEKEND! BUT IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR~" Vignette and Elena sang in each other's faces, brought to their feet by the raucous pop-punk energy blaring from one of her friends' portable speakers. Surrounded by the mare's drunk friends, the pair danced around the firelight as they all half-sang, half howled the lyrics into the night sky. It was as though Vignette's brain had been plugged into a wallsocket, and the electricity of the music, the smell of the bonfire, the irresistible pull of Elena's gorgeous dancing body, flooded through his buzzing muscles. He and Elena moved as the crashing guitars and the alto-voiced singer commanded, the vibrations in the air pushing them together as they thrashed, jumped, shouted, and spun.

As the song ramped up to its conclusion, Vignette and Elena fell into each other, catching each other from a clumsy fall. She was warm, and the fur on her arms carried a light sheen of sweat. Before he knew what he was doing, Vignette found himself nuzzling against Elena's neck. The electricity in his head was hijacked by her scent, the feel of her fur against his nose and lips. Elena's hand had slipped under his shirt, caressing his soft tummy fur and wandering up to his nipple, brushing it just enough to elicit a surprised gasp from the hyena.

"You feel...really soft." Vignette muttered into her neck. Though he was dimly aware of how high he sounded, he didn't care - there was magic in her fur that rubbed off into his brain, lighting up feelings of pleasure he didn't know he had. The scent of her sweat was warm, musky, and only served to pull him back to her when his wavering body lost its way.

"You too," Elena giggled, quickly slipping into a looser fit of laughter as she nuzzled him back. Her hand was still under his shirt, though it slipped back to his stomach. "Hyena fur's...really thick. Feels nice."

The mare's hand slipped further south, a few fingers reaching just beneath the waistline of Vignette's pants. Feeling a twitch in his cock, Vignette huffed, gently pushing his hips against the handsy horse girl.

"Hey," Elena whispered, her breathless voice rippling through Vignette. "Let's go somewhere a little quieter."

There were a few shouts that came from Elena's friends, but if they were directed at Vignette, he didn't care.

Judging by the sounds surrounding them in the nearby forest, Vignette and his equine date were hardly the only ones who had slipped into the woods for some fun. Only a few wisps of firelight and moonlight reached the pair as they settled behind a thick tree trunk, Vignette's back to the bark while Elena pressed herself against him. Holding two more pills between her fingers, Elena whispered something about a "re-up", which sounded wonderful to Vignette. But then, everything sounded wonderful to him.

Not a moment after the pair had chased their second round of pills down together, Elena's muzzle fell against Vignette's. All of the little stimuli in the forest made him feel like he was in a dream, riding on hints of light, breath, and body heat. Her lips were soft, with a fine velvety layer of horsehair that sent shivers through the hyena as they ran across his lips and tongue. Vignette's entire world was heat, saliva, the taste of the mare's kiss. Moaning into the hyena, Elena took his hand and guided it gently into her jeans.

"Feel that?" She whispered, a bridge of spit connecting their two snouts. She was soaked, her panties damp and the thin fur on her inner thighs slicked with excitement. Vignette was surprised he hadn't gotten hard sooner, but he was suddenly very aware of the stiffness in his pants. "You got me all worked up."

Three suave, enthusiastically horny responses came to Vignette's addled head at once, colliding with each other and fighting for air. All the hyena could manage to say in response was, "I wanna fuck you so bad."

Elena kissed him blindly but deftly, undoing the hyena's pants and copping a feel through his underwear. Vignette felt his cock stiffening as he thrust against her warm touch, his own hands wandering underneath Elena's snug tank top. Her nipples were so stiff, and the little squeals she made when Vignette caressed and pinched them were the sweetest music he'd ever heard.

And it was her music that filled the air; vibrating through her smell, the taste of her lips, and the feeling of her fingers against his glans. Tiny moans escaped Vignette's snout as he squirmed with delight under her touch. The mare's hand was in his underpants, dragging her palm over his shaft and gently fondling his fluffy sac before coming up to dab the bead of precum from his tip. She was so soft, so good to press against and whine softly into.

In his clumsy haze, Vignette managed to manipulate his buzzing hand into his pocket, pulling out a single wrapped condom. With an attempt at a smooth grin, the breathless hyena whispered, "If you wanna, you know..."

Without hesitation, Elena grabbed the condom from his hands, tossing the wrapper to the ground beside them. Getting on her knees, she held the unsheathed condom at the ready by her side. Elena's excited breath was warm against his cock, and the mare was unable to resist giving the hyena's naked red member a few licks. The licks became a deep, spirited kiss, taking his entire cock into her equine snout with ease. Vignette whimpered, the sight and sensation of a sexy mare with her lips at the base of his cock only quickening the tempo of his thrusts. Meeting her eyes, he could see her free hand rubbing between her legs, her little horsey grunts making for a thrilling rumble against his shaft.

It was just then, as she had moved her head back and began to roll the condom slowly onto Vignette's cock, that all hell broke loose.

"Jesus FUCKING Christ, Elena!" A gruff, feminine voice boomed through the forest, leaving the already overstimulated hyena shaking like he'd been hit on the head with a frying pan. The mare's hands flew from Vignette's cock as she shuffled to her feet, an especially clumsy move with her shorts dangling halfway down her legs. She held her hands out in supplication to a short, wildly shifting shadow in the dark, silhouetted by orange light and a sudden rattling wind.

"Babe, ok, please calm down-" Elena's voice had shifted from her low, sultry tone into something more high-strung. "We talked about, you know, experimenting, and-"

"I said I wanted to talk about it more??" The burning shadow snapped back, stepping closer to a flinching Vignette. In the moonlight, the shadow took the form of the thick-thighed possum girl he'd seen from the car. They made eye contact, and Vignette blushed as the possum's eyes fell to his spit-covered cock, half-dressed in a condom. "Oh god. You know what, fuck you, Elena. I'm out."

The possum turned on her heel, her boots crunching through the foliage. Vignette could only stare agog as Elena looked between the retreating intruder and him.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Elena muttered after a moment, hurrying to put her shorts back and chasing after the possum.

Their argument faded into the cacophony of light and sound outside the forest. Vignette's cock softened, drooping back down towards his balls and hanging the unused rubber in shame. At a complete loss for words, thoughts, or feelings, Vignette simply sighed. Pulling the condom off of his retreating cock, the hyena grimaced for a minute before shoving it in his rear pocket, hopeful that he'd find a garbage can to safely deposit it in soon.

"Aw, come on." Vignette stopped before he left, grabbing the discarded condom wrapper from the ground as well. For all of the stimuli that had just crashed through his brain, Elena's littering just felt like icing on the disappointment cake.

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Vignette's head was singing, buzzing to and fro with every passing wisp of light and scrap of wayward sound. Burning marshmallows and riotous laughter from a nearby campfire shook the gravel road he walked on, the only constant in a world of discordant sounds, smells, feelings in the air and under his fur. If he looked up, the colors and chills of the night sky would resonate through his skull, vibrating his brains into mush. At least if he kept his eyes to the ground, the plucking bass strings in his thoughts would feel less harsh.

Someone was playing bass, he realized, and gradually, he grew to like how it jumbled his head, shaking loose all sorts of impulses and giddy shivers. At the mystery bassist's command, Vignette's head bopped and his shoulders swayed. Branches snapped, their soft percussion guiding his feet.

An image of Elena popped into his head - his cock was fully hilted in her mouth, and her eyes were bug-eyed at the sound of her girlfriend's scream. A laugh convulsed through him - this whole thing was so stupid! - the aftershocks of his stifled cackling bringing him fully in tune with the stars above him, the smell of firewood in the air, and the blessed sight of the cabin at the end of the road. The lights were on, and huddled around a fluorescent lamplit picnic table were six drinking figures.

One of the figures came into view. Surrounded by the music of the campsite, her welcoming smile was perfectly in tune with this invisible world around her.

Marin.

"Hey," Vignette found his breath caught in his throat. Her smile was hardly anything out of the ordinary - relieved to see her Vignette back safe and sound, while more than a little done with the all-too-serious poker game going on around her. But that smile plucked a string deep within Vignette, one that made his tail twitch and his chest feel tight. It was that feeling he'd been afraid of, one he hardly gave a second thought to, except for the night he'd buried his nose in her brush...

"Welcome back, sweetie!" Marin gestured Vignette in for a hug. While his mother was never shy about being a hugger, she was acting a little too eager. Were Vignette in his right mind, he would have noticed this as a sign that his lightweight mom had a drink or two in her system. But all Vignette saw was her warmth, and all he felt was that deep, shameful feeling stirring with her touch.

She's gorgeous.

As Vignette finally allowed himself to think it, he felt silly for having denied it for so long. Of course she was gorgeous! The fact of the matter was, she had always been a knockout, even if she would never admit it. Marin had an effortless beauty that followed her, her kind eyes, and her thick hips even in the casual tank top and fitted jeans that she had changed into. All of his friends, at one point or another, would compliment her to her face or simp for her behind her back. And though he quickly learned to feign disgust, to try and move on as fast as he could, it was impossible to deny Marin's beauty this close up.

"Aw, that's...very nice of you to say, Vignette!" Marin laughed lightly, scooting over on the picnic table and patting the empty seat beside her. What did he say. Panic flitted between his ears. What did he just say??

"Well, young Vignette," Aunt Jay said after finishing off her beer can and tossing it in a half-full recycling bag, "as beautiful as your mama may be, I'm taking her to the cleaners tonight."

Marin rolled her eyes and scoffed at Aunt Jay's jab, putting her arm around Vignette as he sat. He was all too aware of his quickening pulse, how Marin's warmth radiated through him. It was hard to feel anything but how good the fur on her arm felt against his, how utterly unbothered she was by Aunt Jay's mean-spirited taunting. It gave Vignette chills.

"Well I'm just glad to have someone here who isn't trying to screw me." Marin sighed, nudging into Vignette, unaware that this simple touch made him feel like she had shifted the planet's entire center of gravity into herself. The younger hyena braced himself against the table, lest he fall into her right then and there. "How was your night, sweetie? You meet up with that new friend of yours?"

"Oh yeah, it was a disaster." Vignette wasn't aware he was speaking until the words had forced their way out of his mouth. "Her girlfriend walked in on us in the woods while she was suc-"

Vignette forced himself to stop short, realizing all too late the truths that were spilling from his muzzle. The table fell silent, all four pairs of eyes darting to him. Even the noise and pulses in his brain seemed muted, leaving a silence so unnerving it had to be filled.

"I mean like, I don't know, it was honestly pretty funny." Vignette maintained a fragile, crumbling grin as he realized that he wasn't getting much of a reaction from the table. "She was cute, like, a mare, and I never really made out with a horse before."

"Her lips were really soft and uh. She was cool." Vignette could have sworn he tried to stop talking. The silence at the table pulled the words out of him like a black hole. He needed to stop. He was actually going to stop talking now. "Played like those crazy arcade fighting games. I don't think we exchanged numbers even, so, that's the end of that I think."

The black hole's pull only grew stronger. His aunt, uncle, father and mother were all searching for words or giving sidelong glances at each other. Feeling more words fighting to escape his lips, Vignette turned to his mom, tapped her on the shoulder, and whispered into her ear,

"Mom I'm really high and I think I'm fucking this up, please help."

Understanding snapped in his mother's eyes, the older hyena promptly clearing her throat while gently setting down her cards. "Okay, I think I'm turning in for the night - my boy needs some comfort and maybe a cup of decaf coffee."

It was fascinating to Vignette just how quickly the rest of his family was disarmed at the mention of coffee, nodding and smiling as they waved it off and as Aunt Jay divided Marin's few remaining chips. His dad gave a forced laugh, "Takes after his mom, partying this hard on the first night."

Helped to his feet by his mother - who stumbled a little while getting out of her own seat - Vignette muttered an embarrassed 'good night' as he was gently led away from the table. Switching on the light and shutting the thick log-cabin door, Marin waved off Vignette's constant and bashful thank yous.

"What did you have, sweetie?" Marin asked as she poured water in her coffeemaker's reservoir, casting frequent concerned glances back at her son. Seated at the foot of the cabin's king bed, Vignette sat awkwardly, planting his hands on the mattress for support.

"Uhh. Molly, I think? Or ecstasy? I'm not sure." Vignette couldn't help but run his fingers over the soft blanket that had been laid over the expertly made bed. Marin had made it when she was pregnant with him, and the soft yarn soothed the strands of electricity humming in his veins.

"You're not sure?" Marin shot her son a withering look as the coffeepot burbled next to her. "Vignette, that was very irresponsible and outright dangerous! I know you're young and you want to experiment, but you should know what you're taking and who you're taking it from."

Sighing to herself, Marin grabbed two bottles of water, handing one to Vignette and cracking open the other. Vignette hadn't realized how thirsty he was, draining more than half of the bottle in seconds.

"Was this girl even making sure you had water? MDMA can dehydrate you very quickly, especially if you're...well..."

Marin's words were failing her, but she was giving a knowing nod in his direction. Vignette shrank into himself, blushing under his mom's chastising gaze. "Well, it sounds like this girl was trouble, anyway. I guess she didn't tell you she had a girlfriend?"

"No." Little by little, Vignette was finding ways to keep his world in focus. Rubbing the strands of the blanket back and forth in his fingers, the light inside the cabin seemed less harsh, and his heartbeat rattled his veins just a little gentler. Still, discomfort lodged in his stomach, thinking of Elena running off without anything more than a hurried apology.

The mattress sank as Marin sat next to her boy. Her warmth was radiating into him again through the fabric of her shirt. "I'm so sorry, baby. That's a terrible way to treat somebody, and you deserve so much better."

Touching his shoulder, Marin held out her other arm, gesturing her son in for a hug. Her brown fur was so vivid, her stripes shining and swirling under the dim cabin lighting. As Vignette embraced his mother, he felt as if he were melting into the supernova of body heat and womanly musk that was her. Marin was washing over him like a tide, and Vignette had no choice but to tuck into her neck, close his eyes, and surrender.

"Everything feels so...loud." Words dribbled from Vignette unbidden. "Like it's...nice. But I feel sad, and kinda stupid."

He let out a laugh at himself, at Elena, the whole situation. It spilled into a breathy, directionless giggle, spurred on by the tickle of Marin's fur on his face. When his laughter subsided, through a veil of pleasurable feelings sparking around him, he sighed. "I should've just stayed home. I'm fucking up your trip. You work so hard all the time, and now you have to take care of your stupid high son instead of enjoying your vacation."

"Watch it, that's my boy you're talking about." Marin responded firmly, but with a smile. "Really, please don't beat yourself up, sweetie. You need someone to be here with you, and I'm glad that I can be that someone."

"You're so nice, mom..." It felt nice to just gently rub his snout back and forth against her neck, his nose occasionally brushing against the warm skin beneath her fur. "Elena was nice. Kind of wild, but I was hoping like...I dunno."

"Oh, sweetheart." Marin placed her hand on the back of Vignette's head, gently stroking his scalp and sending little sparks of pleasure through his skull.

"I feel weird sometimes, like..." It felt like Marin's fingers had sunk into his skull, massaging all of the little synapses and pushing his thoughts out into slurred, half-formed sentences. "Like when I'm around you. You're always so good to me, you're so funny and you're really beautiful. Coming back here and seeing you, I realized, I think...I love you, mom."

A surprised chuckle came from Marin's lips, only stopping her caresses for the moment. Caught off-guard by his sudden affection, Marin responded almost as a reflex, "I love you too, sweetie."

"I knew you'd understand," Vignette rocked his head in her embrace, oblivious to her lack of understanding. "You always get me, even when I'm being dumb or childish. I'm embarrassed, like...like I should be more mature by now."

"Hush, baby, what did I say about beating yourself up?" Marin gave Vignette's head a few more comforting strokes, eking a little moan out from her son's throat. Marin's warmth had become a soft yet deafening haze, transmitted to his face fur through the gentle, fluffy coat on her bicep. Her voice was cinnamon, gentle and sweet, firm in her reassurances. And her scent...

Her scent collided with him, shorting all of his senses with just one inhale.

Only vaguely aware that his snout had sunk into Marin's armpit, Vignette's entire universe became a blind one of pure, heavenly musk. His lips parted slightly, helpless to do anything but let the scent and taste of his mother's thick underarm fluff fill his head, leaving room for nothing else. Every inhale was warm, sweat-tinged, and her. A fleeting thought flitted through Vignette's buzzing brain, remembering the scent of her mane brush that he'd gotten himself off to just the other day. It would never compare, never give him even the hint of ecstasy that he was bathing in now.

"Oh, um...oh dear," Marin gasped, her body suddenly felt very stiff against him. Now that she was still, Vignette grew hazily aware of the little movements wriggling through him. He was nuzzling into her pit fur, dragging the slightly sweaty hairs over his nose while her scent drew the rest of his body into her, pressing into her soft breasts and stomach. His pants felt tight, and though some distant part of him was aware of how obvious his erection was, Vignette only felt more words tumble from his tongue and into his mother's armpit.

"You smell so good..." The boy mumbled as he unconsciously thrust his stiff cock against his pants. Marin couldn't take her eyes off of the protruding bulge below her son's beltline, shifting with his aroused movements and poking ever closer to her. She felt paralyzed, flushed, conflicted in more than a few ways.

"Sweetie, this is...I, I'm flattered, but..."

"I've always wanted to do this, but like...it's even better than I imagined." Vignette's words poured from his head, unfiltered and slurred, delirious with his mother's scent. "You'd pass by me after a workout sometimes, or while doing house cleaning, and I...I'd have to go to my room and take care of myself or I'd go crazy."

Marin gulped, the maelstrom of feelings in her gut only swirling faster. She could just imagine him, bashfully hiding in his room, pumping his cock while she worked blissfully unaware on the other side of the door. It was wrong, and shameful for her to even imagine this, but could she really blame him? He was a healthy young man, after all...

"And...oh god, this is so embarrassing..." Vignette nuzzled into Marin's pit again, taking an audibly deep huff. Marin thought she could see her son's cock grow even firmer in its confinement. "I...I stole a pair of your panties. Just once, before going off to college. I thought...I told myself I wanted to know what it would smell like when I would go down on a girl..."

If Marin's cheeks were flushed before, then her brown-furred face was now concealing a full blown fire. The thought of her precious boy, her darling Vignette, huddled up in his room with a pair of her soaked panties against his nose, jerking himself off furiously as he took in the scent of a real woman - it caused a stir in her nethers that she hadn't felt for a long time.

Shaking slightly as curiosity did battle with hesitation, Marin's free hand drifted closer to the bulge in her son's pants.

"Vignette, I had no idea..." She knew that warm feeling in her hand was just a leftover buzz from those beers she'd downed earlier. She was such a lightweight, and surely it wasn't possible to be feeling the warmth of her son's needy erection from this far away. Moving her hand a little closer, Marin gasped gently at Vignette's huffing breaths. The air on her pit fluff, reverent and indulgent, did something far worse than a simple tickle - it was gasoline on the fire under her skin, on her outstretched hand, and tucked between the thighs her son rested on.

"Did you...like it?" Marin clamped her jaw tight, shocked at the question that had slipped free.

"I came so hard." Vignette muttered into her pit fluff, his very words choked with embarrassment.

"Oh." Marin whispered, her eyes unable to leave the tent in her bashful boy's pants. The black hole of silence now reached for her, and she blurted, "Good?"

There was a beat of silence between the two. Somebody outside shouted something incomprehensible.

Vignette burst into a stifled, aimless fit of giggling. Marin couldn't help but crack herself, briefly raising her hand up to her face. Her laughter breaking through her composure, Marin felt herself relax. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't know what t-"

She had relaxed a bit too much, and her hand had fallen softly by her side - landing against the tip of Vignette's cock.

Silence befell them again, though with a much different undertone.

Vignette's remnant giggles had become soft grunts, his sudden burst of energy now expressing itself in careful, testing thrusts of his hips. When she didn't pull away, the young hyena took one more sniff, then turned his eyes upward.

"Mom..." The scent of her pits was still fresh in his nostrils, which only drove Vignette to push harder into his mother's touch. There was still an uncertain worry in his eyes, a vulnerability that cut to Marin's heart. She hadn't seen that look in a man's eyes in so long, certainly not from her husband...

"It's okay, sweetie." Marin gave her boy a warm smile, finding the button on his pants without breaking eye contact. Seeing Vignette's anxious face blossom into a hazy disbelief stoked the fire building between her thighs. Lifting her other arm, presenting her chocolate-colored pit fluff to her son, Marin spoke softly, "Just this once, okay?"

Vignette's snout flew back under her armpit with such a lack of hesitation, Marin couldn't help but let out a dirty giggle. The younger hyena's excited squirming made unzipping his pants a faltering, clumsy effort, certainly not helped by Marin's own tipsiness. When she finally freed her horny son's erection from his pants, the sight of his brown striped fur surrounding his bulging briefs only gave her a brief pause before slipped her fingers beneath his waistband and slid it out of the way.

Marin gasped softly as she made contact with his flesh. Vignette had grown. While Marin was no stranger to the dark brown of her son's skin beneath his caramel coat, to see it so proudly standing above a set of hefty, fluffy balls made her feel like a daring young teenager again. His girthy shaft twitched with his heartbeats and inebriated thrusts, and the one fluorescent light in the cabin caught a small beat of precum glistening at the tip of his glans. When she realized her mouth was watering, she steeled herself with a quick breath, and wrapped her fingers around him.

Vignette saw stars. His mother's grip around his shaft was warm and firm, her fingers drifting up and down his flesh to feel just how big he had become. Her touch, gliding from the edge of his fuzzy sheath to just below the ridge of his glans, made the boy whimper into her armpit, only to desperately drag more mom-scented air into his head. Vignette was little more than a thrusting, mewling, huffing thrall before Marin, and to an extent, he knew it. To think of himself as brainlessly humping his mother's grip as she got him off only made him huff deeper, push harder.

"That's good, baby," Marin cooed, overtaken by just how adorable it was to see her boy squirming under her touch. "Mm...you like the smell of momma's body?"

"Yes," Vignette gasped, hardly interrupting his nuzzly breaths. "So fucking much, mom."

"I can tell..." Marin paused her slow pumping motion to rub the tip of his cock, eking another moan from Vignette's lips. His constant, enthusiastic thrusts into her hand only made it harder for Marin to suppress her own squirmy feelings - she was almost certainly soaking through her panties, her sex hot and wet as she thoroughly spoiled her young man.

Surely it wasn't just the drink that was turning her on. It had been a while for her - Earl had been coming home later and later, rarely in the mood when she was. And even when they were both in the mood, well...it seemed like Earl would just stop trying once he came. Sometimes there would be an excuse, or sometimes he'd just roll over and fall asleep before even managing to string a few supplicating words together.

And while he had always been a fan of receiving it, Earl was so weird about giving head. He had tried only once, hardly getting more than a few licks in before balking away, citing a sudden loss of sexual appetite. It had been hard not to take that personally for all these years, just shoving it away in a corner of her mind whenever she gave herself some quick relief with the showerhead. How she wished her husband would have just given her something...perhaps she wouldn't have been so eager to get her half-drunk paws on Vignette's eager, available cock.

An insidious thought crept in through her bitter memories. Giving Vignette a tap on the head, Marin locked eyes with her musk-drunk son.

"You know," Marin's hand remained on Vignette's shaft, squeezing and pumping as she spoke. The little gasps and twitches on her son's face were too cute to resist. "What you said earlier, about my panties?"

"Mhm?" Vignette smiled sheepishly, though it was clear his brain was still scrambled by her overpowering musk.

"Did you ever end up going down on a girl? After your, um, practice?"

Vignette looked away, his face already giving his answer. "I mean, yeah, a few times, but..."

"But?" Marin's strokes picked up speed. Vignette bit his lip, his eyes losing focus for a moment before returning his gaze to her.

"Just wasn't the same."

Marin's mind was made up, even if she didn't want to admit it. Looking into her son's eyes, thrilling at the feel of his smooth, hard cock in her hand, Marin took a breath and weighed the risks. Earl was just outside, but knowing him, he wouldn't be coming back in until much later. Maybe, one thought came, this would help him get over his shyness with girls - once he's had a taste and maybe some lessons in technique, these urges would pass to a more suitable partner. Another thought came shortly after, a much more succinct who do you think you're kidding? Conceding this point to herself, Marin nonetheless pushed it aside as she lifted her son's snout.

"Sweetie," Her whisper was husky, carrying a hunger that Vignette had never heard from her before. "Do me a favor and flip the switch by the door."

Only pausing for a moment before rising to his feet, Vignette stumbled as he readjusted to light and motor functions. The walls of the log cabin had a beautifully flowing grain that almost slid his attention from the black lightswitch in front of him, but he remained true to his duty.

When he turned back to the bed, the room was blanketed in darkness. Blue moonlight slashed across the bed, drawing a perfect horizontal line over Marin's nude body. She had sat back on the bed, her legs open and the glistening cleft of her sex on full display. Her eyes reflected just enough moonlight, glowing in the dark as she drank in his reaction.

"M-mom..." Vignette's breath caught in his throat. With nothing but moonlight and inky darkness surrounding Marin, the hyena's mom looked like a wet dream come to life. He was already approaching her, drawn to the soft curves of her body and unable to look away from her cunt as he shed the remains of his clothes.

Barely aware that he was crawling onto the bed, Vignette felt like a ravenous animal. The scent of Marin's arousal teased at his nostrils and taste buds, leaving her boy practically drooling by the time his snout touched the fur of her inner thigh.

She was so warm. The intimacy was a dizzying blend of new thrills and comforting familiarity. Before him, less than an inch from his snout, lay his mother's pubic fur and the cleft of her needy cunt. Vignette's mouth hung open, her scent washing over his tongue and making him harder with each inhale.

"Just this once, okay sweetie?" Marin whispered.

Vignette needed no further invitation. Plunging his snout forward, the young striped hyena was lost in soft, thick brown pubic fur, already shamelessly slick and soaked with lust. Marin's hands flew to her mouth, containing her sudden shriek of delight as best she could. She had expected Vignette to be nervous or shy, but his attack was so aggressive. He moaned into her as he lapped, explored, teased at her sensitive sex, his noises betraying the fireworks that Marin's pussy set off in his brain.

Getting an especially delicious whine from Marin when the tip of his tongue brushed her clit, Vignette groaned, pressing the flat of his whole tongue against her cunt. Clenching her eyes tight and struggling to remember to breathe, Marin humped her boy's tongue, shivering and squealing her delight through tightly shut lips. Vignette's snout was already soaked with his mother's excitement, their chocolate-colored facial and pubic fur sticking together in little wet spires; mingling, clinging, and separating at each new kiss and touch.

"Yes, oh baby yes," Marin gasped, grinding deep against her son's hungry muzzle. Gripping the back of Vignette's head, Marin was all too aware that her shaky gasps and desperate grunts were getting louder with each lap of his tongue. Feeling a surge of pleasure, she squeezed her thighs against either side of Vignette's snout, pushing hard and feeling his tongue sink even deeper inside her.

Vignette, meanwhile, was unable to think. Surrounded on all sides by the thick, heady musk that he had only dreamed about for years, his tongue and muzzle drenched in her arousal, it was all he could do to not suffocate in her deliciously soaked sex. When at last he could hold his breath no longer, Vignette pulled back just a bit, gasping for air and reveling in the aftertaste of musky pussy.

Gazing up at his mother's body with the scent of her pussy fresh on his face, Vignette found himself overwhelmed by her beauty. She was catching her breath too, her chest rising and falling in the moonlight as she kept a single hand over her mouth, her exhales still carrying a bit of her pleasured moans on them.

Seeing her son between her thighs, strands of her excitement connecting his muzzle to her loins, Marin was struck as well. The look in Vignette's eyes, curtained as they were with his frazzled face fur and ravenous panting, was something she'd never seen in a man's eyes before. Not even Earl, back when he was putting in an effort to sleep with her.

It was devotion. It was awe. And though they had come so far, Marin was afraid to think of what else that look meant.

"I love you, mom." Vignette spoke breathlessly from arousal-soaked lips. Somehow, those words made her blush harder than anything else they had just done.

"Kiss me." The command had left her muzzle before she even realized it.

Crawling up the bed, crawling just above his panting and horny mother until their lips were inches apart, Vignette could only obey.

Marin's kiss was soft and inviting, but it only took a few moments for their passions to build. Hungrily nipping at each other's lips, pressing their muzzles and tongues into one another, mother and son shared a kiss that tasted of incestuous love and motherly pussy. Vignette fell into Marin's embrace, the simultaneous sensation of her warm fuzzy breasts pressing into his chest and how his erection sank into her the fluffy coat of her tummy driving him into a helpless fit of thrusting and groping.

They both pulled back when it happened. Vignette had slipped a little lower, and there was no mistaking the soft, wet fur that he felt caressing his cock. His shaft rested against Marin's labia, hard and warm and pulsing. Panting into each other's faces, the hyenas' hearts were pounding out of their chests.

"It's okay if you don't want to...you know," Though Vignette was dizzy with need, the trepidation in his mother's eyes was clear. A small, almost sober part of him knew that though they had blazed past so many taboo lines, they were at the edge of a line that held very dire consequences. But for now, before Marin said anything, he could cherish the feeling of her wet sex against his erection, delight in how even his slightest thrust had him sliding over his mother's sensitive cunt.

Looking away from him, Marin's eyes darted to the window and the door. "Your father has the bag outside. With the condoms."

Laughing slightly at how close and yet how far he was, Vignette grit his teeth and began to pull back from Marin's warm embrace, only to feel her grab onto his shoulder.

"I don't want to stop." Marin looked back to her agog son. "I...I mean, it's a safe day, and when you get close, you could just..."

"Pull out?" Vignette gulped. The thought of spurting his cum into Marin's soft tummy fur was almost enough to get him off right there. "Isn't that...risky?"

Slipping a hand between them, Marin licked her lips and gave her son a pleading look. "Just this once?"

Feeling Marin's hand on his cock again, guiding the tip of his cock across her soaked pussy fur and up to her entrance, Vignette had neither the time nor desire to deny her. His breath shallow and excited, mouth hanging open to drink in the smell of arousal that filled the air, Vignette let out a soft cry as he sank into her.

Though this was far from Vignette's first time with a girl, there was no denying that Marin was like no one he'd ever fucked before. She was tight and hot, milking his stiff erection as he hilted himself in her slick, eager cunt. Sliding in, out, and just a little deeper, Vignette's grunts built with the need in his balls - the orgasm so desperately needed after a long night of let downs, discovery, and ecstasy.

Marin's voice was shaking, her formless whimpers growing wilder as her son's cock stretched her, filling her so perfectly it was like she was made for him. She had drenched her boy in arousal, and the sole feeling of his soaked pubic fur brushing against hers was getting her hotter than Earl ever had.

"That's it baby, oh my ghhod," Marin panted into her son's face, adoring the masculine effort that overtook his face as he thrust into her with fervor. "C-careful with the bed shaking, oh, fffuck me baby, fuck your momma I need it..."

"You feel so good," Vignette tried his best to contain his animalistic humping, but could never calm himself for more than a few thrusts without grabbing Marin's hips and pounding her with the desperate speed of a dog in heat. As he humped, breathing hard into the crook of Marin's neck, Vignette felt his mother's throat rumble with squeals and shakes, at one point becoming so loud that she rolled her head back and muffled herself with a pillow. Vignette grinned, nuzzling at her neck as he rutted her deeply. "That feel good, mom?"

"Yesss baby mmff-" Marin's words were smothered by her son's lips, his ceaseless thrusting making a shaky, muffled motor of her groans. She felt like she was going to pass out, high on her son's stiff cock ravaging her and milking every ounce of repressed pleasure from all her years of motherhood. To feel her son digging his fingers into the soft fur of her hips, to hear him growl as he hunches over her shoulder and pounds her senseless, to taste his tongue, and her pussy, and the little strands of fur on his lips -

It was almost enough to distract her from the clumsy clunking at the cabin door.

Hissing a shh at her son, Marin clamped one hand over Vignette's soaked muzzle, flinging the pushed-back bedsheet swiftly over them both.

"Yeah, mhm, good night." Earl slurred from the other side of the door, clearly failing to grasp the simple mechanism of a pull-cord doorknob.

"I'll go-" Vignette whispered quickly, starting to withdraw as quickly as he could without making a ruckus. Just then, Earl stumbled through the door with an unceremonious clatter, and Marin's other hand gripped onto her son's butt, keeping him firmly in place. She shook her head slightly, her worried eyes darting back and forth between her oblivious husband and the son buried inside her.

"Oh jeez, gotta lock up." Earl mumbled to himself, stumbling back to the door, turning away from the shapes that sat petrified in the dark. Turning the deadbolt, Earl swayed while he looked at the window next to him, seemingly lost in thought.

He took a deep sigh, and walked over to lean against the window. Marin and Vignette didn't move an inch, their eyes glued to Earl's silhouetted head.

"Ugh, fuck it, I'll bring in the suitcase in the morning." He pulled his pants down where he stood, leaving his t-shirt on as he rolled himself into bed without facing his wife's way. Groping for the bedsheet behind him, he pulled the thin piece of fabric off of his son's back and curled up with little fanfare, mumbling a half-coherent "G'night babe..."

Eyes darted back and forth, unable to settle on each other's guilty faces or the sudden addition to their crowded bed. Neither Vignette nor Marin dared make a peep, communicating as best as they could through nervous glances and shakes of the head.

He snores when he's out. Marin wanted to convey, somehow. She could feel Vignette twitching deep within her, still hard as a rock despite the shock of a lifetime. Don't move until he snores, and then you can go.

Vignette felt like he was dreaming. All he could feel was his mother's hand keeping him in place, the worried glare in her flitting eyes, and the warm, wet depths still squeezing his shaft in just the right places.

Earl's snores gently began to fade into his breathing, the older male only stopping to adjust himself against his pillow and mutter unconscious nonsense before completely passing out. The mattress shifted under his weight, giving Vignette's hips the slightest sliver of movement. He had dipped his cock further back inside, just enough of a sensation to set off the sparks in his brain again.

Vignette tried to pull out. He really did.

"Baby," Marin whispered into his ear, feeling her eager boy moving first a sliver, then an inch, then back and forth with a slow, metered tempo. "We shouldn't. He's r-right there,"

Vignette felt his mother grip his cock as she shivered through her denial. Her hand was still firmly planted on his ass, groping his fur at the pace of his thrusts. His breaths halting and stifled, Vignette drank in the look on Marin's contorting, ecstasy-ridden face. Despite how hard she was biting her lip, her panting little moans were gaining volume, forcing their way through her twitching lips and flaring nostrils. To see his own mother barely able to hold herself together as he fucked her softly, to see her muzzle break into a dumb smile for just a moment as he hilted himself deep before he withdrew and felt the air on his pussy-soaked shaft - Vignette had never felt hornier in his life.

He wanted, so deeply, to throw caution to the wind - to fuck all the moans and squeals out of her, to kick his dad out of the bed while he fucked a baby into her. But there was also something so hot about how quiet she was keeping, and how it seemed to make her clench that much tighter...

"I'm close, mom." Vignette whispered in Marin's ear, buried snugly to the hilt as he leaned in. His breath shook, and the building pressure in the base of his shaft made pausing almost impossible. "If I don't pull out soon I might..."

Shaking her head violently, Marin grunted like a beast, gripping his cock and pulling her son tight against him. "We sh-shouldn't make any sudden movements..."

"Mom," Vignette felt a devilish smile on his muzzle, spurred on by the vulnerable, breathless way Marin looked at him. Whispering even softer against her ear, keeping himself buried but sliding back and forth, Vignette grinned, "If I don't pull out, I won't be able to stop..."

Marin whimpered in response. Pushing just a little deeper, Vignette lipped the edge of her ear as he continued,

"You don't want me to cum, do you, mom?"

Her breaths were quickening, and her hand left his ass - for a moment he thought she was actually going to stop them. But her fingers ended up just short of his thick shaft, rubbing either side of her clit as she continued to meet his thrusts.

"You want this, don't you?" Vignette delighted in how she rubbed herself quicker, her squeals only increasing in desperation. "You want me to cum inside. Dad's right next to us, and getting fucked by your own son is turning you on this much?"

Nodding rapidly and rubbing her clit at a fever pitch, Marin managed one softly gasped "Yes!"

"Tell me you want it." Vignette's own approaching peak filled his voice with urgency. "Tell me you want it, mom I...I want it so bad and I'm so close..."

"I want it, I want it baby, please..." Marin was hardly whispering now, her squeals and moans riding on her voice and slipping through what little self-control she had left.

"What do you want, m-mommy?" Vignette couldn't keep his teasing tone straight anymore, the rapid pace of his mother's fingers just above his cock only pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"I want you to cum in me, baby!" Marin grunted, her masturbation growing erratic and stiff. "Cum inside me, knock me up, sweetie oh sweetie I'm cumming-"

Pulse. Spurt. Vignette's mouth hung open, staccato grunts falling from his tongue as he watched his mother give herself over to the tidal wave of pleasure letting loose within. Feeling the deep, pent up burden in his balls finally spurting into the womb that made him, Vignette's face fell between Marin's breasts, her plump furry breasts muffling his cries. Marin, on the other hand, could contain herself no longer, letting out a sharp yelp as her eyes rolled back in her head, aware of little more than how soaked her thigh and pussy fur felt, only cumming harder as she reveled in the thought of being filled to the brim with her boy's virile cum.

"You say somethin'?" Earl sleepily muttered as Marin breathed hard, squirting her love all over their son's dick.

"No!" She squeaked, hardly able to move her lips and tongue in a coherent manner. Turning her muzzle into her pillow, she was just conscious enough to hear Earl almost immediately begin snoozing again.

Vignette's spurts slowly waned, his grunts and gasps fading into breathy sighs into his mom's sweaty tit fur. His erection slowly softening, retreating from the warmth of his and Marin's spent love, Vignette looked up to his mother in a hazy reverence.

Marin shivered, floating down gently from a world-shaking orgasm. The first thing she saw was a glint of moonlight in her son's smiling eyes, almost revving up the warmth in her loins again. But the warmth she felt was deeper, one she wished she had words for but knew she couldn't begin to express.

Scooching up to meet his mother's muzzle, slipping out of her cunt with a slight groan, Vignette planted a deep kiss on Marin's lips.

"I love you, mom." He whispered. Then, his eyes darting to the slumbering shape next to him, he added, "I should go."

In a careful dance, untangling themselves in the moonlight without disturbing the mattress too much, mother and son separated with a string of cum connecting them. Before he could get too far, Marin pulled at Vignette's tail.

"Take your water." She panted softly, indicating the half-full bottle on the far shelf. "You need to h...hydrate."

With a smile and a disbelieving shake of his head, Vignette did just that. Marin may have been fucked to oblivion and back, but her motherly instincts were second to none.

Taking one last look at his sprawled-out mom, watching her chest rise and fall and admiring how her thighs and pussy glistened with the evidence of their taboo love, he mouthed "Good night." before slipping into the back room and shutting the door.

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Vignette woke up nine hours later in a hastily made bunkbed, bereft of clothes and more refreshed than he'd expected. As he stretched, the stickiness in his fur brought back blushing wisps of memories from the night before. Though the cramped bed had left him with a little stiffness in his neck, what little sleepy doldrums that remained in his brain fled when he noticed a neatly folded pile of clothes on the bunk below - the clothes that he'd left strewn across his parents' bedroom.

Upon exiting the back room, the abundance of sun filling his parents' room forced him to squint. The window and door were wide open, and Marin was humming to herself while casting a fresh fitted sheet over the mattress. Leaning against the wall, Earl was clutching his forehead in one of his hands, still wearing his clothes from the other night.

"Morning, sweetie!" Marin sang cheerfully, exchanging a silent, knowing glance with her son. "Sorry if we woke you, your father had a very sweaty night, and we needed to switch out these sheets."

"Mngh." Earl chimed in, keeping his eyes shut amidst the morning sun.

"That's okay. I slept great." Vignette smiled, the weight of his words not lost on his innocent-faced mother.

"Me too." She let her eyes linger on her son for just a moment longer, then finished tucking in the last corners of the sheets. "Okay dear, all set for you. Make sure you're drinking water, and there's aspirin in the pink suitcase if you need it."

"Mngh." Earl trundled back into bed, falling dead center onto the very spot where Vignette had driven his wife to an unforgettable orgasm.

"The griddle's all set if you want pancakes. The showers are down for maintenance until later in the day, but um..." Marin dared another bashful look at her son. "After you're all freshened up, I was thinking - I know you probably want to do something more fun than hiking with your mother, but perhaps we could check out one of those trails together?"

Feeling hot under his fur, Vignette paused. The look in her eye was evident, even before she added, "...just this once?"

"Yeah." Vignette responded, his eagerness plastered all over his brown muzzle. "I'd like that."

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Elena sighed, the joint in the mare's mouth burning dangerously close to her lips. Her girlfriend hadn't wanted to talk about it just yet, leaving the mare to wander aimlessly in the less-beaten paths outside of the campground. She felt like such an idiot, and she wished she could take back all of yesterday. Barring that, she wished the weed she bummed from her friends could be stronger.

Hearing a sudden yelp echoing past the trees, Elena's ears perked. Creeping carefully through foliage, she felt her face grow hot as she grew closer and closer to a rhythmically whimpering, pleading voice...

Just beyond where she stood, in a small clearing, Vignette stood with his back turned to her. He was buck naked, his tail flagging as he humped a thicker striped hyena from behind. She had braced herself against an old tree stump, panting wildly as Vignette dug his hands into the fur on her hips, bent over her and railed her at a furious pace.

"Oh that's my boy, that's my good boy," Marin moaned, her concerns about volume and subtlety left far behind in civilization. "You fuck your momma so good, baby!"

"You know...I think you forgot the condoms on purpose..." Vignette grunted, pulling at his mother's tail and getting a delighted yip from her as she clenched on his cock. "Do you, nnf, really want me to knock you up? Dad's gonna notice eventually..."

"L-let him, let him figure it out...oh sweetie momma's so close..."

Elena was paralyzed, daring not to make a move from behind the foliage. And yet, seeing the display of incestuous passion before her, she couldn't help but rub her thighs together, biting her lip as she felt her panties starting to stick to her labia.

"You're so tight for me, mommy," Vignette moaned into her ear, dragging out his endearment as he hilted himself deep. Marin's gasping squeals echoed through the woods. "I-if you cum, I won't be able to hold back...I could really get you pregnant..."

"Yes, yes, please, please, please," Marin was groaning the whole time, unable to stifle her moans while bombarded by her son's quick and powerful thrusts. "Please cum in me, sweetie! I want my own son to knock me up, oh god I'm cumming~!"

Transfixed on the scene before her, Elena fondled beneath her panties as she watched Vignette scrunch his hips up, his flagged tail wiggling with delight as he pumped a fertile load in his mother. The mare's sensitive ears picked up a slight pat, pat, pat of hot cum and pussy juice falling on the soft forest floor, running down the ejaculating hyena's shaft and balls.

In her ecstatic fits, Marin threw her head back, looking to her son's adorably masculine expression. He was so cute like this - gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tight, enjoying her warm, tight embrace. Wriggling as she squirted on her son's erection, she caught a glint in Elena's eye.

Marin simply smiled at her, spent and satisfied.

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