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A blind date wasn’t usually Eleanor’s sort of thing, but she’d lucked out. There she was, seated across from the cutest boy she could ask for. A pretty possum with a bright, if slightly nervous smile, and braids she just wanted to tug was exactly what the cat needed to enjoy her night. That he came all dressed up like some sort of leather goth cowboy, complete with the hat was just the most charming thing ever as far as she was concerned. He didn’t exactly match the punky aesthetic of the place, but that just made him stand out all the more. It was her favourite bar and sometimes venue, the music was good, and she felt she didn’t even need those drinks in her to start shooting Obie flirty looks across the table while he told her what was surely a tall tale about one of his recent adventures. Or expeditions, as he called them. “ ... just got to be careful what you bring home now and then, is my advice,” he finally concluded at the end of his grand story, blushing a little when he realized how long he’d been talking. Eleanor didn’t mind at all, even if she only believed some of it. She leaned across the table and set her elbows down, giving him a closer look, speaking a little more deeply. A little purr in her words always had an effect on men, or anyone else she might have fancied. “Mm. I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m tomb raiding.” She could see the objection to the term spreading over his handsome little face, so she stuck her tongue out at him. “Hopefully you aren’t cursed. Cause I’m starting to think it might be nice to go somewhere a little quieter, as much as I love the noise around here.” She made her point by stretching out a leg and pawing at his knee. Going right for his bulge was a little too bold, even for her. She could get to that later. “Ohhh, heh, well, I ...” He looked like he was going to come apart from bashfulness for a moment, only to distractedly shift his eyes and then turn his head to scan through the crowded bar. Eleanor couldn’t help sounding mildly irritated. “Looking for someone else, hon? Forgive me for saying, but it seems you’re a little distracted tonight. I can feel that phone vibrating from here, too.” It had been buzzing regularly for a solid half-hour. Obie occasionally gave it a glance, but he was polite enough to ignore it. She watched the possum slump, and sigh. “It’s not you. I was hoping this wouldn’t come up on the first date, but I guess I was fooling myself.” She scanned him for a moment. The problem was pretty clear to her. “Ex trouble?” Obie chuckled grimly. “It’s that obvious? Yeah. Like you wouldn’t believe.” “I can believe a lot of things. How crazy are we talking? Ten bucks says I’ve had it worse.” Eleanor pressed her fingertips together, awaiting the juicy gossip. “Ohh, you don’t want to make that bet. I guess it’s less that she’s crazy so much as just evil. Like. Pre-civilization, myths of our ancestors type evil. Ancient. And she gets jealous, too.” Eleanor laughed, eventually putting a hand over her mouth to keep from embarrassing her date too much. “Alright. Well, look. Here’s the plan. If she shows up tonight, I’ll tell her to fuck off. How’s that sound?” Obie’s eyes went wide with apparent horror. “Ohhh, no, don’t do that.” “Don’t tell me this is one of those still-in-love rebound type things ...” “No no. Definitely not. I just don’t want you to be in any danger.” The cat shrugged. “She doesn’t look that bad. Big vixen at the bar, right? The one leering at you and texting all night? Big nasty smile on her face?” “What.” Obie whirled. He’d been looking for her all night, sensing her nearby, but of course she only appeared to him when she felt like being visible. That didn’t mean Eleanor couldn’t see her. They made eye contact, and the possum instantly found himself shrinking down in his seat as if to crawl right under the table and hide from her. That was the fox’s cue to stand up tall and come sauntering over, swaying her single tail. To the cat, she looked like any other vixen, with a pair of soft brown eyes and her hair draped around her shoulders as normal. Obie knew what she really looked like, but he stayed quiet. “So this is what you’re trying to replace me with huh?” The fox’s tone was immediately snide and condescending. In Eleanor’s eyes, she was draped in a glittering dress, standing with one hand on her cocked hip, looking absolutely striking with her curves and sheer size. “Like, she’s cute or whatever, but you really think she can give you what you really need?” “Hey, how would you like to fuck off?” Eleanor said, waving a hand and giving Obie a little nod. “We’re trying to have a nice night here.” Obie flinched. Not just at the words, but at the sinister look he saw igniting in Rosie’s eyes. He was going to have to wait and see how exactly the spirit took that. Maybe she’d laugh, maybe she’d get dark. There was nothing he could do to change her mind, however she decided to respond. --- The vixen recoiled in surprise from such a challenge. A concerning smile spread across her face - a little too wide, making the illusion flicker for just a moment. Eleanor might not have known she saw it, but she definitely felt worse and less confident all of a sudden, on an instinctual level. She shuffled in her seat, left soaking up the vixen’s nasty giggling. For as pretty as she was, she always had such an ugly laugh. “Ohh. Ohh yeah? Is that how it is?” She snapped her head towards Obie, far too quickly. “Got yourself someone to do the talking for you, huh boy? You gonna just sit there and pretend you’re not getting a boner right now?” The possum was blushing enough with the anticipation of a confrontation. Getting called out like that just made it worse. He gave a sharp breath, squirming in a pair of tight pants that were absolutely terrible for concealing that sort of thing. For once, Rosie wasn’t lying. Whether it was just her working her magic to embarrass him in front of his date, or she just naturally had that effect on him really didn’t matter. Eleanor cast him a look of really but didn’t say anything about it. Instead, she turned back to the fox invading her space, standing up as tall as she could, even if it didn’t get her any higher than chest level with a pair of truly juicy tits. “Look. I don’t know who you think you are - “ “Oh, you want to know who I am. You want to know? Do you? Do you want to?” The vixen’s excitement was truly perverse. The veil was slipping a little more with every wicked chuckle, offering a glimpse of another tail, and then another. “My name’s Rosemary, bitch. I’ll show you what that means.” Obie stood up. He wasn’t really thinking beyond the need to get between them before something bad happened. Lunging for the vixen before anything could go wrong just meant he got caught up in it. All Rosie had to do was snap her fingers, and they were the three of them gone. The transition was jarring to the point of sickening. Eleanor doubled over, and Obie just used his momentum to keep her from falling. He was dizzy too, but he’d learned to navigate it by then. “Oh my god what the fuck,” Eleanor muttered, slowly straightening back up, fighting off the brief bout of nausea. Getting her first look at her surroundings left her blinking rapidly as if that might dispel the illusion before her. It didn’t so much as flicker. They were no longer in Eleanor’s favourite bar, no longer surrounded by cozy half-familiar faces and drunken chatter. Instead, there was the silent expanse of an old village, somewhere far away from anything the cat had ever known. She’d never seen buildings like that before. Everything was sparsely lit by lanterns, the light flickering off the soft flakes of snow gently falling over everything. It didn’t feel like time was passing. “Obie. Help me out, here. I’m pretty sure we were just drinking, not taking the kind of drugs that makes me think I’m in an old haunted village from a movie.” Her eyes darted to the shadows between the huts, sensing movement in every single one of them at once. “Um.” He looked nervous for a second, but fought it down to keep from freaking Eleanor out any more than she needed to be. “It’s okay. She gets a little jealous, but I don’t think she wants to hurt you. Probably just to scare you. Just, um. Stay behind me and I’ll talk to her.” He bit his lip, taking a few glances around for himself. She should have made her grand reappearance by then. At least the suspense gave him a chance to apologize for the whole thing, as if it was somehow his fault. “I’m really sorry by the way. I’ll make sure we get through this, but, well. Yeah. Not how I hoped this would go. I was really enjoying your company ...” Eleanor gave him a look and a half smile, but she was on guard. Her ears were flat to her head, she had her teeth bared, and she had her head on a swivel looking for a potential ambush. The cat was ready for a fight, but Rosie wasn’t about to miss the opportunity for a reveal. She emerged from a shadowed doorway with her many tails on full display, writhing and even grasping at one another like half a dozen fluffy tendrils. Her smile was two times too wide, revealing a few more fangs than she was supposed to have, letting her dark tongue slither forth and wriggle until it dripped on her breasts. Her ghostly appearance would have been pure horror if not for having done away with her dress during her time out of sight. Along with her exceptionally beautiful, curvaceous form, she carried a much cruder statement in the form of an unsheathing flare atop a pair of gigantic, sloshing, clenching balls. They could both hear her churning with need as she floated forth, not bothering to step. The flare kept getting fatter atop that shaft, until her half-formed knot plumped up and popped free of her sheath in the process of filling out to jaw-dropping size. Of course Eleanor looked. Maybe for just a moment she glanced at Obie and wondered just how the hell the pretty possum was still alive after presumably taking something like that. Then it was back to staring death in the face as that haunting, horny presence loomed near, cock twitching with tension. It just kept getting bigger. Her gloomy wafted like a scent for a few precious moments, projecting a sinister aura, making entirely clear to Eleanor what she’d awakened. It was all an impressively moody moment, but of course Rosie couldn’t resist ruining it, like she always did. “What’s up, bitches.” “What the hell are you -” All the vixen needed to do was lazily point at the cat to silence her. Eleanor’s hand instantly went to her mouth, as if to claw at an invisible gag that wasn’t there. “That’s, like, way more than enough out of you. If the next word spilling out that whore mouth isn’t my name I’m just gonna fucking mulch you.” It was Obie’s turn to talk. He stood up as tall as he could, walking mostly fearlessly towards the nightmare vixen on full display. With his hands raised, he gave his best diplomatic tone. “Look. We can do whatever you want. I’ll say whatever you want me to say. Just let her go, okay? She didn’t know what she was walking into.” All he got for a response was a crude snort. The cat was still struggling to speak, managing a faint mewl but little more. She took a moment to collect herself, and so Rosie leaned down close to the possum’s face, glaring. “Oh my god Obie, you really don’t get it do you? You really think you can just go out and get some fresh pussy just cuz you act like you’re over what we had? You think I’m just going to let that one go? Nuh-uh.” She was still wearing a threatening grin to the point she was nearly drooling. “I’m gonna show you what happens when you stop thinking about me.” “Please don’t hurt her ...” Rosie’s immediate response was to wrap the fingers of one hand around her knot and give it a squeeze. A trembling throb ran all the way through her shaft, flexing that medial ring, bulging the veins, expanding her flare. She huffed hot steam and sent a spurt of thick juices shooting in his direction. They splatted at his feet. Then she sighed in exasperation. “Fuck, come on possy. You know I love it when you beg me not to do something. It’s not fair to just use that against me, you little manipulator.” She giggled, waving her tongue in his direction. “You’re so toxic. At least you’re hot. Now get out of my way.” She snapped her fingers again. Obie resisted her for as long as he could, but eventually he couldn’t help but comply when her radiating will overrode his own. He moved his body because she made him want to, clearing the way between her and her prey. Eleanor stepped back at first, her eyes wide with fear, but it didn’t take long for something else to illuminate in her gaze. She got caught up in that air, in that scent, in the fluffy sound of all those tails rubbing together. As much as she tried to shake it off, she found herself staring, pursing her lips, then biting one of them just to keep from making any particularly horny feline sounds. That didn’t make her any less concerned, but when the vixen touched down to the snow-dusted ground and offered her hand, the cat wanted so very badly to take it. Eleanor was finding herself rapidly afflicted with the kind of lust that nearly made her collapse. Her legs were shaky, with a trail of juices running over her inner thighs, leaving her quivering. She swore she might have died if she didn’t give into those urges. Which might very well have been true, one way or another. There was no choice. She managed a short, apologetic look to the possum, who just lightly shrugged. He understood. It wasn’t like he could hide how turned on he was, either. Eleanor let her fingers intertwine with the vixen’s, and off they went, walking together towards one of the more elaborate of the houses, surrounded by magenta lanterns matching Rosie’s unnatural gaze. She left Obie looking at her swaying tails for a while, wondering, only to finally turn back and give him a noncommittal nod. “Like, you can still come watch if you want. Pull up a nice comfy cuck chair or something.” He could never know how much of anything he did around her was really what he wanted or not. Though when he found himself following her, he was pretty sure she was making him do it. That would have explained why he stumbled so much. Either she imperfectly piloted his body out of neglect, or on purpose. Through an open doorway they went, into a naturally lit old bedroom with a cushioned floor. Candles flickered all around the perimeter, adding their scent to Rosie’s own, or perhaps enhancing it. She stood with the flames reflecting in her eyes, before swinging her hips wildly to direct her fat cock towards the cat, directly into her clutches. “Okay. Now fucking lick it. Show him you’re just another dumb slut for a fat cock.” Her words dripped with malice. She made sure to offer the possum a wink while he looked for somewhere to sit. Obie didn’t even get a chair. He had to make due just sitting in the corner, uncomfortable in his bulging pants, biting his lip, trying not to screech or hiss. That was especially hard when Eleanor just went for it. She dove in face first, with two hands below that flare, and rubbed her muzzle against the leaking slit until her fur was utterly slathered with all the mess pouring from it. Rosie’s grin was as nasty as ever, but especially so when she reached down to grab Eleanor by the hair and rub her dick all over those feline features until the cat was utterly drenched in a clinging layer of marking, soaking, vixen-scented juices. It didn’t take long. When she was done bathing in a whole new self-overwriting fragrance, Eleanor did as she was told and licked. She almost recoiled at first. Obie knew exactly what she was feeling. Rosie wasn’t subtly-flavoured, but after the initial shock it always hit just right. For someone so elegant she could be just the right kind of musky and raunchy, and lapping up that prejizz juicing from her oversized dick was the best possible way to get completely infatuated with that hot fox taste. It was so good on Eleanor’s tongue that the cat started rumbling, almost forming a word. “Rrrrrrr ...” With a stroke behind the feline’s ear, Rosie spoke softly for once. “Yeah? Go on. Say what you wanna say.” “ .... Rrrrrosemary ...” The vixen gave a triumphant cackle of glee, nodding her head at the possum. “There! Thassa good girl. Now I probably don’t even have to kill you to make my point.” Eleanor was in deep enough she barely even registered that unsubtle threat. It was probably a joke. In that awful way Rosie found funny anyway. She kept slathering up that tip, working across the slit and all around and under the flare to lap up as much mind-draining flavour as she possibly could. She was drooling, moaning out loud, hiding absolutely nothing about how much she was enjoying herself. It was impossible. She found herself gripping that cock just a little tighter so she could shove her face against it all the more firmly, giving slobbery kisses along with the constant lapping of every single drop leaking from it. Meanwhile, Rosemary used her tongue in the most tantalizing ways to slowly, sloppily undress her new prize. It was wet work, but she made good progress stripping off that jacket, and then even unbuckling Eleanor’s belt with a smooth application of slurping. She got that clinking to the floor and soon worked to get that cat bottomless, stripping, licking, teasing everything she could. When the feline was down to her panties, the vixen didn’t bother to remove those. She just dipped her tongue right into the front to apply some blunt force pleasure and leave that cat weak in the knees. “Ohhhhhh fuck ... “ She arched her back with that moan, breaking into a rowl by the end. Rosemary wriggled and licked, forcefully shoving inside after a few good external licks, rippling and curling to touch everything she could. Lapping out enough feline juices to audibly splash down to the floor along with all her saliva left that cat quivering, clinging to the cock before her just for support while it squirted in her face and moaning mouth. Rosie just pushed deeper, tasting her to the womb. She could still speak fine despite the mouthful. “God you taste like such a slut. I love it. Did he find you in a ditch? I know the poss loves garbage. Juicy little gutter trash whore.” The way she said it almost sounded like she was trying to pay a compliment, in her way. “Oh stop talking and bring it on, bitch,” Eleanor said, wobbling a little but managing to stay on her feet to deliver that rebuttal. “You are seriously so stupid talking back to me in this situation but I won’t hold that against you, it’s kind of a vibe. Come here.” Eleanor wasn’t sure how she could get any closer than she already was, but Rosie showed her exactly what she meant. Swooping around to scoop her up, clutching her under the knees, she held her up in front of Obie like a trophy with ease. Eleanor didn’t even feel any muscles straining, as if she simply weighed nothing to the big evil fox. She opened her mouth as if to say something else, but ended up screeching like the cat she was when that tongue started dragging right back out of her, curled and angled to touch her in all the right places along the way, to absolutely activate her by the time Rosie slurped free with that splattering pop. That was when Eleanor felt the first convulsions and clenches of her body going into an unnatural heat. If she let that cock even anywhere near her pussy, it was already going to be too late. Rosie stuck a thumb in the kitty’s panties and tugged them down enough to get that pussy bare. All it really took was the first blunt prod against the lips, smearing them up with her constant stream of potent juices, and Eleanor was pretty sure she was going to get pregnant. She could have blinked away from whatever reality they were in right that very moment and she was still going to wake up the next day all knocked up by whatever the fuck the vixen really was. How that cock was ever going to come close to fitting inside of her, she didn’t yet know. Maybe the constant oozing glaze of lust dripping from her would help her achieve the seemingly impossible. The fox didn’t even need both hands to keep the cat where she needed to be. She was already getting handsy, already tugging at Eleanor’s bra and pulling it until it snapped. Deeply, roughly groping a bare tit right down to the heartbeat beneath her fingers, she clawed a little, pinched a little, but mostly just squeezed. Of course she made eye contact with Obie the entire time. She never stopped at that point. He was just going to have to sit right there with an uncomfortable hard-on, watching the vixen utterly annihilate and breed his date right in front of him, and he wasn’t even allowed to get off about it. A little more pressure, a little more toe-curling, fang-bearing pleasure for the cat, and the fox started slowly making progress on penetrating that tight pussy. It came accompanied by a slow, drawn out squelch and plenty of purring. Eleanor’s eyes rolled briefly back, as if she was just going to pass out in Rosie’s clutches and miss all the fun. She managed to shake it off, blinking rapidly, panting when she wasn’t just clenching her teeth to deal with the sensation of getting spread out that much. Rosie slowly curled tongue around the cat’s throat and squeezed just enough to get even more of a gasp when she shoved the kitty’s cunt right down on her flexing flare. A succulent slurp of friction and a gushing mess on the floor left Eleanor with her dangling legs twitching, faintly kicking, maybe on some level regretting giving herself so freely to the many-tailed terror choking and groping her. That was the kind of cock that hit her womb before it was even halfway inside. Rosie kept shoving. She penetrated hard, but through some magical mercy - a miracle of its own, coming from her - she didn’t harm the cat. Instead, she just kept Eleanor locked in depraved, huffing, spitting need for more and more fat vixen cock, clenching down on every inch she could get, wiggling to take even more inside her no matter how obscene a stretch and bulge it was making. A nice solid pop of the medial ring past her pussy lips left her lurching forward, nearly fainting. Rosie yanked her back against her chest and let her use a fine pair of fox tits as a pillow, though that was less comfortable and more overwhelming once Rosie couldn’t help smothering and squeezing her head between them before long. At least there was plenty of good scent to sniff while she was there, gasping for air. There was still so much more for her to take, and she was already on the edge of cumming just from being penetrated. Rosemary wasn’t even fucking her yet. Most concerningly, there was still the question of that knot. It was thicker than that flare, and felt like it was getting a little bigger with every throb once Eleanor got all the way down to it. She felt it kiss against her clit for just a moment and she just couldn’t help herself. A sudden shuddering fit possessed her body and she found herself overtaken by an orgasm that erupted out of her. She squirted so damn hard that Obie ended up misted by the mess she made of herself, when she wasn’t just painting down that knot with all the juices pouring out of her from a mere touch of that knot. Rosie took that as an invitation to get rougher. She didn’t give Eleanor a second to recover before she started ramming deeper, testing just how much that pussy could really stretch. That knot was a battering ram of sheer force, but she didn’t even get close to tying with that cat just yet. Instead of forcing the issue, she pulled back and wrapped an arm around Eleanor’s chest, squishing her breasts, looping a finger into her mouth. If she was still pissed off about the whole situation, that cat could have easily chomped that digit, even if it wouldn’t have done anything to the evil spirit sloppily fucking her. Instead, she closed her drooling mouth to suck on it. That went along the suckling schlip schlop of a ludicrously lubricated hybrid shaft pumping in and out of the feline’s pussy and womb alike. Rosie’s dick made for a ridiculous bulge in Eleanor’s belly. She was making such a mess just leaking precum that she was already starting to weigh the cat down a little. That belly remained trim, but Eleanor was already starting to slosh, starting to feel heavy and saturated inside. Her eyes were watering and her lips were naturally spreading into a smile the more she got pumped and plundered. Now and then she offered Obie a little smirk. It was less teasing and more silently telling him she got it. She saw what he saw. The possum remained trapped in that flustered state, sometimes trying to move just to loosen his belt a little, but he couldn’t find the willpower. Maybe he just wasn’t allowed, bound there by Rosie’s mental chains, soaking in the sights and sounds and steaming, room-flooding scents of fucking and breeding going on a few feet away from his twitching nose. Only when the vixen started really pounding that pussy in deep, lunging, upwards thrusts, pulling out to the flare and then shoving all the way back inside. It all looked impossible, brutal, and far too effortless on Rosie’s part, and it left the cat on her cock a little more broken with every thrust. Those long, slathering slams down to the knot left the fox’s nuts bouncing. They gave the occasional clench, even a gurgle for the sheer pressure and potency churning up inside them. Eleanor could only slowly nod her head at that, letting that finger slip back to hook her cheek, turning her smile crooked while she stared straight ahead. Obie saw it right away. The housecat had such a pretty pair of moonlike yellow eyes. They were turning. The same otherworldly purple-red of Rosie’s own wicked glare took them over, until she was seeing the world exactly as the vixen wanted her to. That meant wanting nothing more than being the perfect breeding bitch, stuffed, impaled, and ready to cum again the instant she felt even just one single drop of ultra-potent seed hit her in the womb where it counted. Rosie didn’t even get her knot inside. She didn’t need it to secure her prize. One good ram of it against that clit and she had Eleanor exactly where she wanted her. Left stuck on the edge, trapped in purgatory between build and release, all she could manage was a deep breath and a long, desperate mrowwwwwwl. Rosie’s eyes lit up with horrifying delight a little more for every second of that extended sound. It was exactly the kind of wordless begging that always made her cum. A hard flex of her flare, a bulge of veins, a thump of medial ring popping inside that sex one more time, and she was right where she needed to be too. She never had one for a modest finish. With constant eye-contact on her whimpering ex, sitting deprived and bathed in her scent, she moaned and even whimpered right in Eleanor’s ear like it was the best orgasm she’d ever had. She screamed even more than the cat herself. Eleanor ended up getting her purrs and shrieks drowned out by the sheer, excessive GLURSH of that cumshot hitting her womb. She was bloated in half a second, and then something beyond that when the vixen just kept fucking going, pulling her fat, fluffy nuts extra taut and draining them inside that soft feline until she was swollen stupid and spraying the excess fox spunk from her pussy, painting down her thighs and surroundings a little more every time she clenched in orgasm around all those stiff details pulsing inside of her. That went on for a minute straight, until Eleanor’s body was sore and slumped from the sheer strain of all that clenching. Rosie let her dangle there, taking her hands fully off of her, leaving the knocked up pussy balanced on the cock that bred her. Only when the kitty drunkenly pitched forth did she grab her again, and only to follow her down. Taking her to the floor, covering her in vixen, pinning her with that cock still stirring up the enormous load inside of her, she remained like that for a while, faintly humping, massaging that womb with her flare, grinding her knot at the feline’s entrance. “You cats always love it when I hit it from the back. Aww, you want me to bite your neck too, kitty?” “Mmmyeah ... “ “Thought so. Mewling things like you just need to be put in your place now and then, you know?” Obie could barely see Eleanor anymore once the fox was fully on top of her. Rosie was always deceptively big. Heavy, too. He knew what being pinned down by her fluffy form felt like, and the cat wasn’t doing a thing to try to slip out from under all that vulpine warmth. She squirmed, writhing some, but she was trapped there, with those nasty fangs wrapped around her neck and nibbling her scruff. That was only making her more pliable, more deeply intoxicated by the evil one mounting her, leaving her twitching around the cock inside of her, slowly leaking overflowing cum. She probably could have wriggled her way to another orgasm just by flexing around that shaft while the fox nibbled along her neck, looking for all her weak points. Rosie spoke with her mouth partly full. “Honestly, I don’t think this bitch is knocked up enough yet. I mean. Does she look satisfied to you?” She spat out that scruff, spitting on Eleanor a little in the process just so she could reach down and snatch that cat by the hair, wrenching her back without getting so much as a yowl of complaint in return. The vixen held her by the hair just to point her blissed-out face towards the bound possum, letting him see exactly how stupefied the feline’s expression was by then. It had fully set in. Those eyes were the colour of the vixen’s own. There was no going back to the days before Eleanor felt that cock inside her. When she was done showing off her toy, the fox just shoved the cat’s face right back down flat. At least the floor was soft enough to sleep on. Eleanor faceplanted with a little gasp, but she was soon back to moaning and mewling alike when the vixen bit her just right and started fucking her again. Completely encompassing the feline with her weight, her many tails dancing through the air, she left the possum to desperately throb at the sight of her rutting down hard into that squelching, spurting, flooded sex and womb alike. Stirring up her own thick mess made for such a slick symphony that it was almost painful to just sit and listen to it, soaking up the resulting scents, completely unable to take care of his own lust. He eventually let a whimper slip. Rosie giggled at his visible discomfort, slowly curling her tongue around Eleanor’s throat. None of that prevented her from teasing her precious ex. “Oh, quit whining. I’ll get around to you when I’m done with your slut.” She doubled her efforts after that. Maybe she was even doing her best not to keep him waiting too much longer. Or more likely, she was just getting too eager to slam her knot inside that tender cunt. The crazed, slightly sadistic look was coming out. She slapped and rammed against the entrance to that tight tunnel, stretching Eleanor all the more. Sometimes it sounded like the cat was going to break into a screech between the wet thuds. The fangs around the back of her neck, biting and stretching her scruff taut, had a way of silencing all but her softest gasps, leaving her puffing and dumbly smiling there facedown on the floor, her drool slowly puddling around her muzzle. Sometimes it looked like she might have lost consciousness down there, getting dragged across the floor by those heavy thrusts and knot-thumps. Either she was smothered by all those fluffy curves squishing down on her, or she was simply pleasured to a breaking point. She gasped back to awareness after failing for a little while, going tight on Rosie’s dick, giving it a milking that the vixen counted with a swell of her flare. Not yet. She wasn’t done until she’d accomplished the seemingly impossible, continuing on with the wet whap whap whap pumping her knot tight against those glazed pussy lips. That made for steady progress, but she wasn’t patient enough to keep it to that. Raising her ass, swinging her tail, stretching one of them out far enough to tickle her little captive in the corner, the fox started to really ram that cat. It was even rougher than it looked. She wasn’t physically imposing at first glance, but there was untold power in her body, and she used a great deal of it for the sole purpose of forcing her knot into an absolutely gushing pussy before Eleanor was fully ready to receive it. Doubling up, pressing against that entrance, making those lips spread out more and more just for that big fat bulb, she bit down all the harder to try to keep the cat from screaming. It didn’t work. Obie flinched at the sound coming from Eleanor’s lips. They could have been any amount of positive or negative. It was so hard to tell with cats. By the savage convulsions the feline slipped into when she got tied, it was mostly good. She rippled and shook her way into another orgasm, shrieking her finest alley cat shrieks, quivering no matter how warm she was. Obie heard her squirting on that knot, helping lube it up all the more to snugly sink inside and lock in place, to absolutely ensure she was going to breed that feline again. Or it would have, if she left it there. Never content with just enough, Rosemary set to undoing all her hard work right in the midst of Eleanor’s thrashing climax. She didn’t care about overstimulating the cat, or even breaking her. She yanked back until there was even more succulent pop of that knot sliding free of the kitty’s depths. There she paused, thrusting, hard, ramming her sex-slick bulb against those sore lips for a while, teasing the kitty’s clit. Then she was right back to shoving, until Eleanor found herself slumping, sprawling, and slipping into another orgasm that seemed to fuse with the first, overtaking her body like a spell. To her credit, she didn’t pass out. She still had those eyes open, if glassy, half-lidded, dazed, watery while she got her body rutted numb and sloshed full. Rosie dug in deep until she had her balls nice and snug against those soft lips. She let Eleanor feel them flexing, pumping hard, loudly churning with the sheer supernatural virility working through them. No matter how knocked up the cat already was, no matter how many wicked little foxcats were already seeded inside of her, she could still get more pregnant. Rosie was determined to prove that. Maybe for just a second, her expression went from cruel and insane to simply satisfied. She was allowed at least a sigh or two when jizzing in her new bloated cumrag felt that damn good. Now and then a less elegant snort or grunt escaped her while her cock flared, bulged, and swelled up taut with the intense pressure of pumping out that much spunk. She shot that belly full, and when Eleanor was tempted to overflow and gush it all back out in the midst of her extended orgasm, that knot kept everything where it needed to be. The cat had no choice other than to quiver and expand, belly squished down on the floor, tits swelling until they leaked from just how knocked up she was getting. Rosemary kept going, buried deep, holding Eleanor down flat until her balls finally stopped twitching. It was a constant stream of thick fox seed until for a minute straight. After that, it was a steady trickle, with the occasional hard pump of pressure shooting out a little more. Eleanor’s belly wasn’t just round anymore, it was taut. It barely jiggled by the time Rosie was done humping her. The fox slowly relented, easing back, unfurling her tongue and slurping it back into her jaws. A few slow tugs of her knot had it slowly sliding out with briefly uncharacteristic care. She wasn’t trying to kill the cat, just fuck her somewhere well beyond stupid. The schlurp of popping her knot back out again was surprisingly subdued after all that. The squelch of high-pressure cum that followed was less subtle. Rosie snickered to herself, scrunching up her nose in that ugly way she always did when she was especially pleased with herself. Eleanor remained where she was, limbs stretched out, panting hard with her tongue flat to the floor. She let off some of the pressure in the form of a tidal wave of cum from her pussy, splatting all over the fox’s cock and balls, and everything all around them. Rosie didn’t seem to mind. She knew exactly who was going to clean up all that mess. Rising high all of a sudden, leaving the cat to her well-bred fate, she stroked her shaft just enough to squeeze out a few more dense white jets of lingering orgasm, splatting them over the cat’s back as if her claim wasn’t already clear. She shook off her cock a little bit, but not too much. Instead, she stepped over the cat’s body and approached the possum, dripping all the way, steaming with combined scents of sex and all her freshly pumped spunk. A quick snap of her fingers freed Obie from his unseen prison, and his response was as immediate as it was desperate. He liked that outfit, but not enough he cared about damaging it in the process of stripping down to nothing in a mad haste, blushing fire, breathing steam, gritting his teeth between hot puffs of need. Even with his voice returned to him, he had no rebuttals for her silent display. She stood posing, arms out, grin nasty as ever, knowing exactly what she was and what she did to him. And for all his defiance of her, he was on his hands and knees crawling for that cock just like old times. She brought herself down just a little lower so he could taste her. Splaying her tails over the floor as she squatted, she slapped her dick right atop the horny poss’s head, and not lightly either. That slight clubbing left streaks of seed drizzling down his head, swirling around the binds of his braids. He was drenched in an instant, not just in her cum but in her damning, mesmerizing scent. Every night spent alone without it, remembering the notes and subtleties beyond the more overpowering heat, and he didn’t have to wait any longer. It was time to lick her clean. Starting low, he worked up from the drenched fur of her balls, sucking on them as much as he slurped them. Tipping his muzzle up to get the underside and her great glistening knot, he guzzled every drop he could get, no matter how full it made him. Working constantly, without stopping for breath, he glazed his senses in her flavour until his eyes were crossing and watering alike. Rosemary was absolutely wiggling with delight watching the lights switching off the more he worshipped her impossibly gorgeous cock. “Yeah that’s my stupid boy. Clean your little girlfriend’s pussy off my cock so I can fucking destroy you with it. I’ve got something special for you this time, remember?” “W-what ...” was as far as he got. She cupped a hand to her ear. “What’s that? Can’t hear you over all my spunk in your mouth. Maybe you need a little more.” Rather than get his lips on her cock, she took him by the hair and directed him somewhere else. She was rough enough with him she dunked him like a ball right between the thighs of the creamed cat and her overflowing cunt. He gave a muffled protest at first, but the shriek of pleasure from Eleanor, and the purring that followed was motivating enough to make him fight off the embarrassment. Instead, he kissed, and began to lick. Every single slurp gave him a great big mouthful of Rosie’s secondhand spunk to swallow, barely tasting the cat beneath it, but he did his best to clean up the fox’s mess in her wake. As usual. It was another opportunity for her to have a little giggle at him, but her usual mocking tone changed as abruptly as her mood. She crouched down over him, bapping her cock on his back with a dull thud. Her tone was intimate to the point that even in the haze Obie found himself slowing down his dutiful licking to turn back and cast her a suspicious look with his cum-soaked muzzle dripping. “I just really want to make you mine in a really special way. Does that sound good, pretty boy?” She let that linger in the air, breathing slowly, idly throbbing and dripping on him. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t stand the suspense anymore herself. “Like, I wanna get you fucking pregnant Obie. You don’t even have to be a girl for it. You know I’ll make it work. I’m just so fucking horny for the thought, you don’t even understand.” Neither gentle nor teasing anymore, she was snarling her words by the end of them. The natural glow of her eyes flared up extra bright, leaving Obie briefly lost in them. He flinched, just a little. A glimpse of the cruelty at her core was always unsettling, but it melted into something more tolerable after that. Of course part of her wanted to just destroy him. That was another way of keeping him all to herself. But she’d settled on her tantalizing offer, and she was already overtaking him in her soft warmth, in the sweetly sexy scent of his lover until he was buried beneath her with his muzzle wedged right between Eleanor’s splatter thighs, half-drowning in the spunk that had just bred his date in front of him. She eventually allowed him to breathe again, getting perhaps too jealous watching him eat the cat out. If she was going to breed him, she needed him all to herself. Dragging him off and getting a gentle kick to the midsection in return that made her grin, she laid him out like a blanket just so she could pounce on him. Watching her get the airtime she did left Obie with his hands raised and his head turned away, but she made a soft landing, fluffy as she was. Soon his muzzle was wedged somewhere else, smearing up her cleavage where his head was trapped between her tits. In a moment, she was grabbing, yanking, and positioning him exactly how she wanted. It was like she was showing off just how flexible her possum really was. It didn’t take her long to just grab him by the ankles and start folding him in half, leaving his toes wiggling somewhere up near his own whiskers. She pinned him all the deeper, stretching him out, leaving him exposed, squishing him down into a perfect mating press before she finally slapped her cock where it needed to be. A taut, warm, nervously clenching hole like his seemed ill-suited for anything remotely Rosie’s size. That didn’t stop her from jamming her blunt tip against it anyway. All the slick mess clinging to her shaft ensured every rub was wet and smooth. She didn’t get anywhere at first, simply grinding on him, waiting for him to just relax and accept everything she wanted to do to him. He peeked up from between her breasts to try to get a sense of just how far gone she was by that point. The look in her eyes was never exactly comforting, and it was worse than usual, but he was already in deep. He panted, trying not to let his tongue flop out too much or his eyes completely cross when he started groaning for her, slowly spreading out around her girth with every urgent thrust and hump against his rim. She slipped inside him more easily than should have seemed possible. For all her various cruelties, her cock always felt good. Obie couldn’t keep quiet about it. He was whimpering for her, stopping just short of murmuring her name just yet. Instead, he kept it incoherent to hold onto at least some piece of his dignity. As much as he could with her shaft sinking so deeply inside him, stretching out his trim belly, slicking him up with all the juicy remnants of her previous session with his date. She always fit just right, no matter how damn big she was. It didn’t take her long to start pumping, to start thrusting and grinding. She was getting less and less elegant about it herself, snarling out, sometimes drooling on the spot just above his head and between his twitching ears. If he had more of a mind to say it, he would have taken the opportunity to foolishly tease her about needing it just as much as he did. Instead, he would only give some startled cries and the occasional hiss as shocks of pleasure hit him from all sides. She was doing something to him, changing his body for her purposes with every thrust, all without visibly altering his form in any way. It was all about what was going on inside of him, with that flared cock was sheathed down to that speedbump of a medial ring, bumping over his button to send him to a whole different planet of pleasure. Once she was deep enough, Rosie scooted and arched her back just so she could get her jaws wrapped around his muzzle. It was sort of supposed to be a kiss, but mostly it was just her gnawing on him while she fucked him, muffling all those silly noises he made. That meant he was free to make them, at least. Though he soon found himself contending with her tongue when she shoved it in his open mouth, deep enough to nearly choke him, if he wasn’t ready for that move of hers. He was used to it by then. Their mutual sucking added yet more wet noise to the thump of the fox driving towards the base. She got down to the knot and smacked him on the ass with it, sending a quiver through those taut cheeks along with the rest of him. Already in so deep, she finally took a moment just to enjoy it, burying herself in the cute, breedable boi’s butt, grinding on his button, ceasing her thrusts just to leave him flexing and quivering all around him. She was busy biting and slobbering on his face like she’d gone just a little rabid. She couldn’t stand the pause for long before she started pounding again. Testing just how much his slim body could take, she lifted her ass high, swayed her many tails, and drove down hard to make her first attempt at knotting him all at once. Instead she just smacked into him, hard, sending a jolt through his body, bringing a spurt from his cock. He was leaking nearly as much as her by that point - adjusted for size, at least. Pumping down on her as hard as he was didn’t make her pulling out any easier, but she didn’t care. She kept fucking him and plowing into him as her cock twitched, nearing her finish, making her knot swell even fatter. There was something welling up inside Obie unlike anything he’d ever felt, unlike even any of the unique and frightening sensations he already tended to experience when he was with her. He might have described it simply as a warmth. His body tingled with anticipation unlike anything else. It felt close to panic at times. He held onto her, digging his fingers deep into her fur, clinging to her. There was always that little back-of-his-mind terror when he was close to her like that, knowing all the things she could do to him, and everything she made him feel. If it was really going to work, if she was really going to breed with him and leave him with more than just a belly full of cum, he was going to have to accept it. With no further consideration, and one long deep sigh, he opened his mind to getting knocked up by the big mean fox, and his body followed suit. She made them both cum before she even properly knotted him. All that slamming had a way of sending him over, and feeling him quivering around her cock got her off way too hard for her to resist. In the midst of their collective shuddering and huffing, she finally got all the way inside. It was just in time to let him feel her balls pumping against his butt, milking out the fattest load she’d ever shot inside him. His gut was full in seconds, stretching out to touch against her own, and he shot his own cum all over it to leave rivers running down the swell. Obie knew from the moment he felt her cum inside him. He didn’t care about how it worked, just what it meant. That warmth spread through him and turned to satisfaction as her seed took. He’d let her have him. She fell into a kiss in time, making out with him almost like a normal person while she humped his butt and rubbed her knot on his prostate just to extend that orgasm a little longer for them both, and all he could do was moan right into her mouth, cumming for her all the more. Maybe he even did moan her name in the middle of their kiss, but it was too muffled to be sure. She slowed to a steady pump of spunk and finally eased off of him in time. A little kiss to his throat in the midst of it all came with a little murmur, so soft he could barely hear it. “Always wanted to do that with you ...” Even in the midst of the spinning afterglow and all the disorientation that came with it, Obie managed a little smile just to hear it. He didn’t miss the way she said with him, rather than to him. Eleanor was surprisingly mobile, if not quite coherent yet. She was stretched out on her side to rest her tummy without putting too much pressure on it, watching the exes as they finished. Her purrs were the extent of her contribution. They vibrated through her heavy belly, making it slosh ever so slightly even at rest, compelling her to stroke at it now and then. She was content to watch them until that fox finally pulled out of that possum and left him to sprawl and ragdoll beneath her, getting jizzed on as one last mark of ownership. Rosie made sure to hit him in the face with the last ropes to amuse herself with his sputtering, just in case the moment felt too romantic. Unshaken even after all she’d given them both, the vixen began to rise above them both, leaving them to fend for themselves on the cum-splattered floor. Eleanor crawled over to the possum to give him a little kiss on the cheek as he recovered. Obie muttered something she didn’t hear. It didn’t matter. Dragging her gut along, she helped him at least roll over so they could snuggle a little in the aftermath. She shared her purrs with him and fixed his hair a little, though he was going to need some serious grooming with a mess like that clinging to his fur. She softly laughed as she watched his glazed expression for a reaction. “Okay so yeah I guess I see why you’re not over her.” “It’s not ... it’s not like ...” Obie tried to protest, still catching his breath. Rosie just giggled. “Oh it’s definitely like that. Especially now. You two are going to be my precious little knocked up fox sluts, growing all fat and soft while you suck the dick that bred ya. Aren’t you?” The cat and possum exchanged a look. Obie bit his lip, but Eleanor just nodded, swishing her tail. “Uh huh. You’ve made your point, Rosie. All yours.” Then she leaned in to smooch the poss again, despite who they both belonged to. “You know as far as first dates go, this was definitely my best one.” Obie gave her a look of disbelief, but his initial shock at the whole situation was already starting to melt away. He looked up at the vixen - looming as she did, one hand on a cocked hip, slowly swaying side to side and waving her fat dick with the motion, dripping on the floor. She was wearing that one grin, that one especially awful one that felt like her true nature was bleeding through all the beauty. It was so cute, in its way. Together with the feline, he crawled over to the feet of his former lover, and there they remained, clinging to her legs, adoring her, sloshing for her, growing something new inside them, little by little. She couldn’t promise to take good care of them, but at least they were going to have fun being hers. --- Rosie didn’t react in any of the ways he might have guessed. She tipped her head at first, as if to confirm she really heard what she just heard. Then a grin started to spread across her face that looked completely unhinged for a brief moment, only to fade again when she calmed herself. Instead, she just giggled. “Oh, I like her. Nice find, possy. Shove over!” She dropped down to his level and hip-checked him hard, sending him to the corner of the booth while she crowded in alongside him. Eleanor shot her a look that was part confusion, part disgust. “Really? Are we doing this right now?” “Yah-huh. Hi. I’m Rosemary. Obie calls me Rosie. Just checking in on my good boi, making sure you’re treating him right, you know?” Obie shook his head. “That’s definitely not what’s happening.” “Oh my god shut up you little trashfucker.” She never broke her grin. “Anyway, like, figured I should just give you a head’s up about some of his worst qualities. Don’t get me wrong, he’s got a good heart, but he’s just so dumb. You wouldn’t believe the things he’ll just bumble into without someone there to guide his pretty little hips.” “Uh huh. Things like you, I take it?” Eleanor’s eyes were narrow with her annoyance. Rosie just nodded excitedly. “Yeah, daebak, you get it! I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re clearly not on my level, but it’s not like he ever deserved all this anyway. I look at you and I think, yeah, that’ll hold him over until it’s my turn to ride the possum again.” Obie had his eyes closed, one hand pressed to his forehead, his cheeks blazing. He couldn’t find the words to even explain what was going on, and he was pretty sure when he opened his eyes to look again, Eleanor would be gone, and it’d just be her. He was relieved when he heard the cat’s voice, cutting in to stand up for him. “And that’s how you speak to him is it? You’re right. He doesn’t deserve you. I’m just getting to know him tonight, but I can already see why he dumped you.” Rosie was completely undeterred. “Oooh, yeah, give it to me, girl. He loves ‘em feisty. Though honestly, you’d be surprised how good he fucks for such a little bottom bitch.” It was time for a whole different kind of humiliation to cross Obie’s features. He sat up straight, side-eyeing the vixen. Backhanded though it was, it was rare to hear praise like that from her. She was of course prone to lying, but it kind of sounded like she believed it, too. “Well. I guess we’ll see, won’t we? Maybe I’ll take him home with me tonight.” Eleanor leaned over the table a little. “Geez. Putting that pussy out there already huh? Feisty, and a whore, fuckin’ jackpot Obie.” She elbowed him. “Can you ... “ he began, and found his voice catching in his throat. The second attempt was much steadier. “Can you not talk to her that way?” “I mean, I can ...” “I’m serious, Rosie. This isn’t funny. Mess with me some other time. We were having fun until you showed up.” “Uuuuuugh,” she groaned, slumping back in her seat, tilting her head towards the ceiling. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re telling me to fuck off. Such a stern little man, with that look on your face. Don’t you wanna just like, pick him up and squish him?” Eleanor slowly nodded her head, tapping a finger on the table. “Okay, yeah. I totally get it now. “ She gestured between the two across the table from her. “This whole toxic ex stalker act - it’s a sex thing for you two! That’s cute.” “Woah! Woah woah woah!” Rosie held up her hands, stopping herself just short of breaking into hysterics. “Low blow, girl! Vicious! And come on, be fair. It’s not like our whole dynamic. There’s a bunch of other complicated emotional bullshit going on. But I love it. Going right for the throat like that. Where did you find this one, Obie?” The possum sighed. She obviously wasn’t going anywhere, so there was no point in clamming up. “If you can believe it this was actually a blind date.” He shrugged. Rosie pursed her lips and shrugged. “Really. Well, you know what they say about love.” “It’s a bitch?” “No, that’s me.” She beamed. “Anyway. Cat. If you’re done dissecting the complexities of our tragic romance, look at you girl! Pretty kitty out here, cruising for hot boys. You wanna know the secrets to making him moan? Could take us a while.” Eleanor glanced between the two of them - the big, gorgeous vixen, smugly leering, elbows on the table, cleavage exposed, and then the handsome, furiously blushing possum. Obie was slowly dying in the corner, afflicted with a bizarre blend of embarrassment he couldn’t even fully articulate. Maybe some of it was the fox, but a lot of it was him. Something clicked in Eleanor’s head, and Obie didn’t miss the sound of her gentle purring, even with all the noise of the bar around him. The cat leaned in a little closer, her nose not far from Rosie’s own. She spoke softly. “Okay. You got me interested. Tell me more.” It was worth it just to see the eyes on both of them go wide at once. For just a second, Rosie and Obie shared an expression. That quickly diverged once Rosie let that perverse smile spread over her face, darkly excited. “Oooooh, yes, I knew I liked you! Okay so, check it out, this boy? This scrungly little idiot gremlin?” She prodded Obie in the chest with a firm finger, as if to make it clear who she was talking about. “Like on the one hand, you can fuck this guy hard. I know you don’t have a cock or whatever, but I mean just in general. You wanna go hard, you can go hard. And he might pass out or something but like he can take it.” It was Eleanor’s turn to blush, just a little. She nodded a few times. “Hmm. Okay. But is that all?” “Oh god, definitely not. So like. You might not even believe this, because I mean, look at him. But remember what I was saying? This guy. This fucking guy. You tease him a little, growl in his ear just right, tell him you need it, and this poss can fuck you like he’s a man twice his size. Like, he’s made me fucking cum more times than I have tails.” Obie managed to break through the haze of social discomfort to give her a gentle nudge. “... she can only see the one tail, Rosie.” “Dude, shut up! You’ll ruin it. And you know how I meant it. Like just say the word, and this boy’s got you. You wanna get fucking pregnant tonight, he’ll do it.” “That’s ... “ Eleanor needed a moment to process one of the weirdest conversations she’d had in a while. Obie definitely didn’t fail to notice her briefly fanning herself. “That’s pretty intriguing. I gotta say. Especially coming from someone like you.” There was a pause, with Rosie nodding, glaring and grinning like a freak, knowing exactly what the cat was thinking and encouraging it in every way she could. Finally, Eleanor smacked her lips, clicked her tongue, and offered them a proposition. “ ... And what if I want both of you?” It was Obie’s turn to interject. He couldn’t come up with much more than a single startled exclamation of confused surprise. “Huh.” Rosie didn’t even seem that shocked by it. She scooted over to bump him with his hip. “Oh don’t thank me for getting you laid or anything. Dickhead.” “Fuck off,” he said, softly. “There’s my poss. Mm.” She wiggled in her seat a moment then turned her attention back to the cat, who’d been entirely too patient with the both of them. “You want us, you got us. We’ve even got a special little place for you. Our place.” Eleanor shifted in her seat, maybe having mild regrets. “Oh my god, you mean you still live together and everything?” “Not exactly. This is different. Get ready because this fucking sucks every time. I make sure it does.” For as broken down as Obie was at that point, he sat straight up again and gave her a look of disbelief. “You mean it doesn’t have t-” They were, the three of them, gone. He didn’t finish the sentence when they emerged on the other side. He was too busy doubling over, clutching his stomach, dizzy and nauseous by the teleport. Did she really make it feel like that on purpose, or was it necessary and she was just fucking with him? Impossible to tell. He just turned his attention to Eleanor, reflexively offering a hand to help her stand straight after she too grappled with the brief but intense awful feeling inside her. When she settled, she looked around. “Okay what the fuck is this.” That wasn’t the bar anymore, nor was it any place she’d ever been. Maybe she’d seen an old, spooky village like that in movies, but standing in the middle of a snowy courtyard all of a sudden was jarring for anyone. It wasn’t winter when they left. The whole place felt isolated, stuck in time, cut off from anything and everything she’d ever known. The only way back to her world was the vixen herself. Obie squeezed her arm. “I should have warned you earlier. Rosie’s, um. She’s not normal people. Like, not people at all, more of a spirit. Not really a good one either, but, well, I guess we’re working on that ...” Eleanor took it in, slowly nodding. She eventually came up with a shrug. “... Yeah, I kinda figured given her fucked up evil vibes. I mean, it’s kind of hot, I don’t blame you, but really Obie?” She stuck her tongue out and winked at him. “Not that I’m agreeing with all the awful stuff she was saying, but maybe that wasn’t the smartest decision. And this isn’t exactly how I thought this night would go. But I have to know if she’s telling the truth.” “I mean, lying is kind of her thing, I wouldn’t get your expectations too high or anything ... “ “Shush. I guess this is the part where she does her big entrance to reveal what she was all along?” “Yeah. Try to act surprised, I guess.” The first thing they heard was the fluffy friction of her many tendrils. They flowed behind her along with her floating hair, blowing in a breeze they couldn’t feel or hear. Ghostly and unnatural, with a smile too wide and a figure that sometimes seemed to stand in two places at once, she levitated towards them on full display, down to her bare tits and her plump, hefty sheath, resting atop a pair of balls almost too big for her otherwise slender frame. Her aura was dark and gloomy, her power was evident, and yet Eleanor stood looking at her without so much as a flinch. Eventually, Rosemary just dropped back to the ground and held out her hands in dismay. “Oh fuck off! She’s not even freaking out! Did you warn her just to ruin it for me?” A glint of amusement in her eye said she might have been pleased by that, in her way. “Figured it out on my own. More or less. Kitsune, huh?” Eleanor shrugged, doing her best to sound unimpressed, no matter how hot that fox was. Obie reached for her. “Don’t -” He relaxed a little when Rosie only rolled her eyes. “Um, no, not even close, but I guess it’s whatever now.” She put the back of her hand to her forehead, mockingly pouting before she snapped back to a savage, fang-filled grin. “Anyway. Now.” She gleamed, looking between the two of them, then finally gave a shrug. “How are you two not naked yet? Helllllo? Fuck shack’s just over there, let’s move those asses!” Obie turned to Eleanor, offering his hand, which she took, and squeezed. He did his best to ignore the kumiho wiggling her many tails while she waited for them. “Hey, um. Just wanted to make sure you know, if at any point you’re not into this, just let me know. I’ll make sure she takes us back.” The cat’s purr went a lot deeper at that. For all of Rosie’s naked posturing, just having the poss politely ask her that had a way of turning her on more than anything else. “Oh, I’m definitely into it, Obie. Maybe a bit freaked out. But you’ll take good care of me, yeah?” She added just a little rumble to her question, testing out what Rosie said. The effects were pretty immediate. She saw his expression shift from concern, to a charming smile. His posture changed too. He stood up straighter, pushed those shoulders out, let her see all the ways his cute outfit hugged his body in all the right places. It was almost a shame to get him out of all that. But she had to know what she was working with. His answer was confident enough he sounded like a whole different person. “Yeah. I will. Whatever you need.” He said it, and she believed it. That made it official. The cat was wet. She felt her panties clinging to her pussy as they walked together towards one of the more elaborate of the shadowy old snow-dusted homes. A trail of magenta lanterns guided them there, and they walked, hand in hand, with the vixen stalking behind them, nodding along. For the rustic appearance, it was surprisingly cozy inside. A traditional older bedroom meant it was just one big mat, but they were sheltered from the cold and swimming in a sweet incense-like scent. It was the perfect place to stop and turn to the possum, just so she could watch his reaction while she stripped for him. It was impossible not to smile seeing his eyes light up at the sight of more and more naked cat being unveiled before. He still looked a little shy, but he was lighting up with something behind those pretty purple eyes that Eleanor loved. Maybe it took the presence of a reminder of just how much he had overcome to give him the confidence he needed. She beckoned to him once she was topless, and in he got, stepping up close to press his muzzle right between her breasts for a nuzzle and even a kiss. All that, while running his hands down her sides to gently squeeze her hips, and she really was purring for him. “I usually don’t do this on a first date, by the way. But you’re sweet. And stuff got weird.” Rosie was busy snickering to herself watching it all, but she resisted the urge to interfere. Obie was on a roll. He stayed where he was, pressed close, stroking that pretty cat until he could get his fingers around her belt. It was a heavy one, but he knew all about those. He managed to get the rest of her undressed while still comfortably immersed in her cleavage, slowly breathing her, listening to her rumble for him. With her pants around her knees, he got a finger into her panties. She made sure to make all the right noises to tell him to keep going. Touching, exploring, stroking her folds, rubbing her clit, he slowly worked that digit in to get his first feel of just how warm she was for him. His finger was soaked by the time he pulled out, and he didn’t hesitate a moment to bring it to his lips and lick it clean. Eleanor purred all the more brightly for that. She gave him a smile as he peered up from her tits, and then took the opportunity to shove him in there all the deeper. Rosie was right about one thing - she did just wanna squish him, especially when he was looking at her so cutely. Whether she was telling the truth about anything else, she was just going to have to wait and see. Obie remained there a little longer, soaking in the warmth and vibrations she gave him. Not for too long. He still had a job to do, and that meant slowly sinking down to a crouch, kissing her belly all the way down. Soon, he nosed at her pussy, slowly tugging her panties all the way down, leaving her bare but for the pants around her ankles. She stepped out of them and right into his muzzle, burying his face a little deeper than he might have anticipated, but he just rolled right along with it. Breathing deep to get her scent in his senses, he showed her exactly what a motivated possum could accomplish. When he licked her deep enough, she nearly toppled over. Bending low, she reached for his braids just to have something to grasp, tugging them a little while he ate her out so thoroughly he was gulping mouthfuls of her lust. He didn’t stop, no matter how deeply immersed he was, how smothered in pure feline. He curled his tongue and licked her out until her thighs were quivering, indulging in the most thorough makeout session with her pussy she could ask for. Eleanor’s teeth flashed in the light when he hit the spot just right to make her moan so hard she mewled. “Ohhhh, my god Obie ... when I first met you I didn’t even think you could swear with that tongue, nevermind this.” Her legs were getting shakier, until she simply had no choice but to let him take her down. She slowly lowered down to sit, then stretched out, legs spread wide with that eager possum snug between them. Now and then she couldn’t help squeeze his head with her thighs, just to test how squishable he really was. Mostly she was busy dragging her paws on the mat beneath her, clawing it a bit in the process of getting her pussy absolutely devoured by the most eager twink she’d ever had go down on her. It got to the point she was just going to keep him there all night if she didn’t fight her way through the pleasure and reach tug him by the braids to pluck him out of her richly fragrant, aching sex. “Mmmmf. I need a break already, goddamn. Hey, you’ve still got everything on, you know that? How about you change that so I can return the favour?” There was a little twinkle in Obie’s eye once he was up again, muzzle drenched and dripping, a proud little smile on his face. He looked like he was going to say something - probably assure her it wasn’t a favour or something cute like that, but he didn’t bother. Not when he had such a tempting offer on the table. There were admittedly a lot of buckles involved to get himself naked. He really didn’t expect to be taking it off so soon after getting all dressed up for his date, and Eleanor was of no help. She wouldn’t have known where to start. Soon, she had all she needed. A little wiggling, and she had a naked, horny possum kneeling there in front of her, stiff and ready for her. She scanned him all over, starting from the top. That same eager face, blushing all the more, down to his trim and toned form, his nice smooth belly, his cute hips. Then there was that firm, shiny cock, standing up for her. It wasn’t the monster that Rosie’s was, but Eleanor wouldn’t have wanted it to be anyway. She slowly sat up, then rolled over onto her front, crawling, approaching, looking ready to pounce. Rather than bowl him over, she just went down on him, offering the same kisses along his middle, enjoying those divots of muscle on his belly. She suspected he was stronger than he looked. Especially when motivated. She could hardly wait to find out, but first she had to smooch him right above the base of his dick just to feel him huff and shudder in response. Nosing at his fur there, she gave her first lick, starting with the fluff, then working up the smooth spots, tasting him all the way to the tip. “Ohhh, that’s, mmm ... might be down here longer than I thought I would be. Hey, stand up for me?” She gazed up at him with her head between his knees. For as shaky as the pleasure was making him, he still had the strength to rise to his feet. Kneeling in front of him when he was looking that confident just came naturally. Eleanor had his cock in mouth a second later. She smoothly dove down to the base, engulfing him until she gulped, fitting him into her throat for a heavy glurk on the very first suck. He was the perfect size for her, fit for swallowing, maybe even a little sloppy choking when she mashed her nose into him, suckling the whole time. It didn’t take him long to intertwine his finger with her hair once he figured out what to do with his hands. A little tug, a little thrust, and he worked between those soft feline lips at a steady pace while Eleanor sucked on him. That alone brought him to a stiff, pulsing edge that made him withdraw for a moment. She was going to make him cum in her mouth if she didn’t slow down, but she wasn’t having that. One step back, and she leaned closer, throating him, gulping him, refusing to let him get away when he tasted that good. When he gave a little grunt of uncertainty, she just looked up at him with the most sultry blowjob eyes she could give, and that told him all he needed to know. It didn’t matter. No matter how much she drained him, he’d still find a way to satisfy her. It was time to start sliding in and out again, pushing, thrusting, just a little. He didn’t go so far as to fuck her face, but he held her tight, riding her tongue, letting that texture massage him until he leaked and shot. Hearing the first gulp of all the precum he was giving her was all the convincing he needed. Grinding, huffing, working himself to a rigid peak but holding off for as long as he could, he buried as deep as she could take him, resting a fine set of balls right against her lower lip. He could endure as long as she didn’t do anything else. So of course she showed him a trick of hers. A curl of her tongue under his balls to stroke them while she sucked, and that possum simply had no choice. He had to buck forth, to grab her tightly in both hands and bury his cock in her throat so she could gluck and gulp down every drop of cum he gave her. It all erupted at once, down her throat, leaving her to suck and swallow, chugging from the tap until that cute poss was good and drained. He wasn’t blushing anymore so much as he was breathing nice and deep, groaning in a way that made Eleanor feel so very warm. “Ahhh, yeah, drink that boy! Don’t worry kitty, I snap my fingers and he’s rock hard again. Hardly even needs the help, the rechargeable little thing.” Rosie was keeping to herself, but she wasn’t afraid to show off the increasing girth of her rising shaft, stroking it as she watched the two of them. The cat was in no position to answer her, busy swallowing that impressive load from someone who seemed so timid at first. Obie found himself glancing down in slight disbelief at the sheer volume Eleanor had managed to suck out of him by the time he was done. He gave a brief, curious glance over at the vixen, who just shook her head. That wasn’t her doing. He was just that worked up, and those soft lips just felt that good all wrapped around his shaft. Eleanor kept them where they were until she was completely certain she was done, popping off with a messy schlup and kissing that wet tip for good measure. She still had that same flirty look on her face as she slowly turned herself around, still on her knees. A flick of her tail up towards his face had him follow her down, until she was on all fours with the possum behind her, ready to serve, in any way she needed. There was only one thing she desired, more than anything. She pushed aside the circumstances, and the looming presence in the corner, to look back and lock eyes with that pretty possum and moan three urgent words to him. “I need you.” “Then you’ll have me,” he said, his voice warm and steady. It didn’t matter how much of his cum was already in her belly. He still had more to give her, and he was a steady and firm hand upon her shoulders as he mounted her. The vixen nodded vigorously as she watched him rub the cat all over, stroke her, and take a gliding stroke across her folds with his cock. It was still so hard, still pumping and leaking. Smoothly united between those soft folds to slowly spread the feline out got Eleanor mewling and mrawling, stretching out her arms, keeping her hips held high, offering herself up for a nice hard thumping from the possum she just met. She found herself instantly locking tight around his length, squeezing on it, her body flying into a state of neediness she hardly even understood. Maybe it was the danger of the situation, and the safe, secure feeling emanating from the poss in the midst of it all. He shifted his grip to her hips so he could thrust harder, using the muscle he had, pressing deep inside that soaking pussy. Eleanor got the satisfaction of a nice pair of balls slapping against her in time, and she was panting, moaning out loud, purring her very best. He was only just getting started with her, and she already wanted to cum. Yet for as good as he was with her, she said she wanted both. Eleanor was honestly impressed by Rosie’s patience, jerking off to the sight of them fucking right in front of her, in her domain no less. She looked up from all her yowling, tits bouncing back and forth with the possum’s thrusts and despite the many reasons she shouldn’t, she gave the fox a nod. There was no need to say anything more. Rosie’s evil grin confirmed she got the message. Maybe Eleanor was going to regret it, a little. Her moaning mouth was the perfect target for the vixen. She knelt down, slapping her cock over the cat’s back, already making a mess of her fur with every leaking throb. That position left Eleanor snugly nestled with her nose at the underside of that unsheathing shaft - it was still getting concerningly bigger, and thicker. She tried not to worry about it, and just licked that exotic taste of the fox’s fat nuts. It was sweet, rich, intoxicating, but in truth she preferred Obie’s flavour a little more. It was more honest. That wasn’t going to stop her from slobbering all over those balls in time, especially when she was getting it so good from behind. Obie fucked her steadily, maybe a bit carefully, but that just made every thrust so slick and cozy. Arching her back into each one a little just to help him drive all the deeper, she clenched on him to sometimes interrupt the pace of his schlicking into her velvety folds. Each stroke made her wetter and wetter, until she was pumping hard around him without even trying, slicking up his shaft, hugging him inside her while her body warmed with desire. She didn’t just need his cock, she needed his cum, right in his womb. If he kept going like that, she was going to create such a feline cacophony. Maybe it was better that Rosie got a little forward with her intentions. Getting smacked on the lips with a cocktip was a little rude, but Eleanor opened wide to accommodate it and muffle herself around it. Actually getting it in her mouth was going to take some effort, especially with it pulsing like that. Obie encouraged her forth, holding her tight, fucking her a little faster, a little harder. Maybe kneeling there, snug behind the cat, making eye contact with his grinning ex had a way of motivating him into getting a little rougher. Eleanor didn’t mind. While his pumps intensified and his fingers dug into Eleanor’s hips and ass a little deeper, Rosie staked her claim by pushing her dick inside the cat’s mouth. Her flare alone made for a bulge in those whiskered cheeks. Eleanor did her best to suck on it, but she was just along for the ride. Short, sharp thrusts pushed a little more towards her throat, and then a little more still. She had to worry a little that it was just going to kill her at that size, but everything went down smoothly even once the fox started facefucking her. A little at first, and then a lot. Steadily rising to match Obie’s own pace - and driving the possum to go faster in the process, just so they weren’t synced - Rosie buried herself so deep in Eleanor’s gullet the cat didn’t even need her hands to touch the floor anymore. She stayed aloft where she was, balanced on the stretch of that cock, simply letting her body be used by the ex-couple. Rosie gave a sultry moan once she was halfway inserted, and Obie groaned like such a stud when he was balls-deep in her pussy, passing that cat back and forth as if volleying her, fucking her a little harder with each swing of their hips as if to simply one-up each other. Eleanor was happy to be caught in the middle of their competition, even if it meant getting thumped hard and her throat stretched to the very brink of her limits. She didn’t really choke much, despite the size. Instead, she swallowed deeply, sucking down everything she could get, feeling that warm mingle in her belly with the possum’s own cum. That same warmth spread throughout her, driving her into a heady, hazy heat that would have been unpleasant if not for the smooth and steady slide of a sleek black possum cock inside her, satisfying all her needs but one. She needed him to cum inside her, even if it meant she was getting knocked up on the very first date. Communicating that need with a throatful of fox cock wasn’t easy when she could make nothing but the most muffled of sounds. Instead, she used her body language. Raising her hips, thrusting herself back, she made absolutely certain Obie stayed as deep inside her as he could get, even once she started quivering with rising orgasm. She clenched down on him again and again, amazed that she didn’t make him blow right there with that much pleasure. Maybe she was just going to have to gush for him first. The orgasm seized her and had her shaking for him, slamming back onto his cock, sucking Rosie hard just to keep herself steady enough through that heavy squirting session. Soaking the possum’s fur with her juices, leaving a trail down his swinging nuts, she was the perfect cat to cum inside and she wasn’t going to stop squeezing him until he bred her. He was steady right up to that moment. That was when he slipped, and just dove forth to bury within her and cum straight into her waiting womb as hard as he could. She never would have expected that much from him. Eleanor tried to picture how cute he must have looked, moaning like that, half-saying her name. He didn’t pull out even slightly, not until he was done, not until she was certain he just got her pregnant. She felt his head on her back and his warm breath puffing over her wet fur while he recovered, still buried, cum slowly streaming from her pussy around his still-twitching nuts. It was almost enough to make her forget about the enormous cock plunging down her throat, but Rosie wasn’t about to be outdone. One good grab of the cat’s hair to wrench her down deeper, a flex of all her cock’s features, and she erupted hard with a snarl. That spunk hit the bottom of Eleanor’s belly in an instant, and it just kept pumping from that flared shaft. The cat didn’t even have to guzzle it when it was shooting straight to its destination. Instead, she just endured, belly stretching, sagging, wobbling back and forth with all the extra weight. She reached out to stroke those clenching nuts, perhaps foolishly coaxing out yet more of that thick jizz, letting it all well up and overflow until the feline even had it in her nose. Coughing and sputtering her way back up that shaft, she found herself collapsing and choking up what cum she couldn’t just swallow back down when the fox yanked out and finished splattering her back and her face, drenching her hair and fur right through, painting her down, leaving her drooling wretchedly for a moment until she recovered. Rosie’s response was far from concern even after a few dire coughs on the cat’s part. Obie was there, pulling out of her just to hold her and stroke her, hands running up and down her back despite all the cum on her fur. He gave the cat a little kiss on the cheek when she recovered and she smooched him back, right on the lips. She should have been satisfied. She should have just laid back and enjoyed the feeling of getting spitroasted that good, but she just couldn’t. Kissing the poss a little more deeply, and then more deeply still, she found herself pressing into him. Then she was in his arms. He wasn’t a powerhouse, but he was strong enough to get her where she needed to be, and that was down on her back to let that pressure off her belly, with him between her legs. They kissed as he entered her again, spreading her out and letting her leak as he penetrated her cum-stuffed pussy. Sinking to the hilt with ease, he picked right up where he left off, licking her tongue, fucking her slowly, smoothly, just the way she liked. Eleanor felt like she could have spent a whole night snuggling up against the possum deftly pumping in and out of her, kissing him, tasting him, basking in his warmth and kindness. Of course it wasn’t to last. The vixen was soon there beside him, bumping her hip against his with her cock dripping all over the cat’s swollen belly. “Hey, come on, don’t hog the pussy, greedy saekki. Lemme in there. We’ll both fit. Sorta.” Eleanor’s eyes were wide for a moment just imagining how that was going to feel - or the havoc upon her body she could expect. But if Rosie had a way of fitting in her throat, it’d be fine. It was going to have to be, given the vixen was already barging in beside him, grabbing one of Eleanor’s legs to spread her out all the more and make room. It wasn’t going to be easy. But she pushed up against that pussy with Obie already inside, grinding on his shaft as much as the cat’s lips, stretching that feline to her limit and beyond, bulging her obscenely with nothing more than the blunt head once she finally schlorped inside. For all her worries, she never thought it’d feel that good to have them crowded in there like that. Obie kept slowly thrusting, rubbing her in smaller, more intimate ways, and Rosie provided the brute force. The vixen just kept shoving in deeper and deeper with seemingly no regard for the poor cat, but she never broke her. Eleanor wrapped around them both, squeezing them together, making them grind on each other’s cocks as much as on her insides. The result was them making an absolute mess out of her before they even came, already twitching, already shooting her full of precum. It was just getting thicker once they started fucking in tandem. With no one to occupy her mouth, Eleanor was free to scream all she liked once they got into a rhythm. She screeched and yowled as they pumped her, back and forth, so that she was always feeling a thrust and a pullout all at once. The size difference didn’t even matter once they found their pace. One was an inner massage, one was a thump, and they both made her wet huffing and groaning over her tits. Her belly wobbled with the strokes, sometimes bringing a hiccup out of her to interrupt the other noises. She was drooling cum, but she still wanted more inside of her. Whatever heat Obie had ignited still blazed bright, leaving her tight and clenching, ready to be bred again. When she wanted it, she wanted it. Her body all but ignited with the blazing passion for impregnation. She wondered if they could both knock her up at once. Maybe their seed would battle inside of her. She almost made herself laugh with that thought, but she was quickly caught up in the huffing and moaning of getting two good cocks at once. They stretched her out and thumped her down, leaving her wobbling, gripping, squeezing on them, pressing their shafts together for maximum friction until Obie was twitching and Rosie’s knot was swelling where it thumped against the entrance to that cramped tunnel. There was no possible way, but the impact served well to keep the pleasure going. She was vibrating with ecstasy. Closing her eyes, she simply listened, and felt. They groped her, held her, spread out a little more with each pounding stroke, and she simply couldn’t take it anymore. Something caught her just right, and every thrust after that was blazing bliss. She soon found herself clenching her way to a thigh-quivering orgasm, gut sloshing with her writhing, arching her back to take them both just a little deeper and hit that spot just right even if it meant she couldn’t help exploding with release for them. Rising high and slowly sinking down, she remained tight around them, leaving them sharing in their friction until they were right there with her. Rosie came first, erupting just as hard as before, flooding that womb in seconds. Yet she still didn’t miss those rigid trembles of possum cock inside her, and the resulting warmth shooting up to join with all the fox seed sloshing and bloating her. Growing bigger and bigger with every collective pump of their balls, Rosie fell from yowling into whimpering into simply sighing when her body could simply feel no more, and the numbness began to set in like a defense mechanism against something that was just too damn good. They were still cumming inside her for a while yet even if she was near comatose. Obie was right there with Rosie, grinding along and draining his nuts with an obscenely heavy cumshot. Even if it didn’t compare to hers. The vixen got the feline stretching, rounding, going taut with her belly at its very limit. Only then did she start easing back, taking the possum with her, building up to one last immense pop of exit that left the cat absolutely splattering her surroundings and her new lovers alike with that pressure released. They came on her a while more, mostly laying those ropes across her belly. Rosie made sure to get some cum on Eleanor’s tits too, and her face, then her open, panting mouth. When she was satisfied she slumped back and let some splash over herself, too. Obie made a more modest mess, but that poss could cum, especially with a little help. He topped off Eleanor’s new glaze, and leaned back with a shaky breath, finishing the rest over the fox’s bare tits, just for good measure. She grinned at him, unbothered, pleased at his insolence. Eleanor might have passed out for a while. She felt like she’d been dreaming anyway when she felt a little nuzzle under her chin from the pointed muzzle of the possum. He was soon snuggled in against one of her sides. Rosie was on the other, maybe not so much snuggle as just possessively grinding her dick on the cum-soaked cat. The sentiment was there. Obie’s voice was gentle and steady once he caught his breath. “You okay?” “Yeah. Hahahah, oh I’m good ...” Eleanor scooted a little close to him to lay a little smooch on his forehead. “I’m really good.” “Guess we’ll call it there. I mean, like, for now.” Rosie gave a thrust of her hips. She was still hard, but she could take care of that herself. Or with Obie. Eleanor slowly turned to her and offered a wink. “... You’re both great. Maybe not for each other. But for me.” The cat managed one last playful blep of her tongue through the exhaustion. “Well good, cuz you belong to us now. Both of us.” Obie looked like he was ready to protest, but even he had to admit when something sounded good. So he just added one last caveat. “If you’re okay with that, of course.” Eleanor offered them a weak purr as she flopped back down to the floor mat, stretching out and baring her splattered, stretched, sloshing body to them both. That was as good of an answer as they were going to get after all that. There was plenty of room for them to press into each of her sides like that, to rub and grope as much as they liked. Maybe it wasn’t going to last. But until the sparks really flew, Eleanor was going to enjoy bringing those two together for all the fun they had to offer her, breeding all her needs away as the unlikely team they made.