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--1

"I gotta admit right here, I'm real surprised, you meetin' me here like dis," Aaron said with a grin. His vague thug drawl took Veronica back, and he knew it.

She squeezed him until he grunted, then pecked his cheek. He smooched back on the lips. "I always find time for my boo," she teased, but there was love in her voice.

"Hah, that you do, girl," the boomer said, elongating the last word in his familiar drawl. It was an accent Veronica had no trace of. "So hey, uh," he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and walked her along the sidewalk, "Jamie told me you're workin' with that singer guy. How's that going, baby?"

Veronica chuckled. Her big, thick tail twisted up with Aaron's. "Security guard stuff, that's all."

"Nah-ah," Aaron laughed, shoving Veronica gently. "You always were bad as fuck at lyin' to me, girl. You really gonna tell your own brother you ain't sweet on this dude?"

"I'm gonna twist Jamie's tits off," Veronica stated, sneering at Aaron obliquely. "What else did that little snitch say?"

"I'unno," Aaron shrugged, "she don't talk much when I'm railin' her. She showed me a picture, though, her and that Kahnso dude just about smooching on the hood of some bitchin' car," he snickered. "Was my shorty cheatin' on me, sissy?"

"Surprisingly, no," Veronica dryly answered.

"Yeah, well," he nudged his sister's shoulder until she started nudging back, "from what I hear, he's gettin' more'n enough of you, am I right?"

"Shut up," Veronica moaned. "It's more than that, I think..."

Aaron could tease Veronica all day, but he had a streak of nobility in that he ceased his needling as soon as he hit a nerve. He set his paw on her shoulder and splayed down his ears. "He-e-ey, I'm sorry, honest and truly," he said in a small voice. "Whassa matter though? Ain't we buddies?"

"Of course we are," Veronica said evenly. They came up to a small restaurant with a patio and took to one of the tables, all of which were shaded by umbrellas.

As they settled in across from one another, Aaron sat back and watched Veronica with his sleepy blue eyes. She interlaced her fingers and stared across the table at him. "The thing about us, it's like..."

Aaron gave her five seconds to gnaw her lip and grope for words before he straightened up and glared. "What? Wassup here?" he grunted. "Is he hurtin' you?"

"No, no, no," Veronica urgently said, while wondering if she was lying. She smoothed back her ears and her pretty blonde hair. She and Aaron shared all of their fur colors, but Aaron's hair was all in nappy dreadlocks. "Was there ever a time when you were dating Jamie and you wondered if it was right?"

The boomer tilted his head slightly. "I dunno what you're sayin'."

"Neither do I," Veronica puffed. "You remember how mom and dad always were?"

A young vixen waitress approached, interrupting the exchange. "Excuse me," she cooed, hugging a few menus to her middle, "would you two like to order anything?"

"Um, I could go for a coffee, just straight black," Veronica said, not meeting her eyes.

Now the waitress looked to Aaron. He smiled thinly. "Ay, yeah, same for me." When the fox left, Aaron leaned over the table and eyed Veronica with concern. "This Kahnso dude, is he like them? 'Cause, fuck, that shit wasn't right at all."

"I know it wasn't right," Veronica sighed. "Kahnso, you know, he powders his nose like mom used to," she said uneasily, glancing at Aaron, "but there's something else to him."

"Tch, ma-a-an," Aaron groaned, sitting back. He folded his arms behind his head. "Sis, no good shit is gonna come from a guy like that."

"You don't know what he's like, though," the flyer mumbled. "And we've talked about it. He knows what I've dealt with."

"But he still does his shit, right?" Aaron said bitterly. "So why even deal with him? How many times did mom and dad say they was gonna quit?"

"Kahnso never said anything about quitting," retorted Veronica, grinning ruefully. "I dunno what I'm supposed to do. I've never felt like this over a guy."

The vixen came again and delivered two steaming plastic cups of coffee. "Please let me know if you guys need anything else, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," Veronica absently said to send her off.

An uneasy pause welled up between them. Aaron sipped his piping hot coffee, spurring Veronica to do the same. Eventually the boomer said with a little smile, "Well, 'ey. I got some good news at least."

"Oh, yeah?" Veronica asked. "You gonna stop talking like a shitty rap album?" she sneered.

"Fuck naw, baby, I'm authentic street, ain't no fault of mine that you got your ass off to school." He grinned, flashing his white teeth. "But naw, like," he drew his tongue across his lips, "I asked Jamie."

"Asked?" Veronica said. Realization smacked her face. Her eyes popped open. "Oh my god, she didn't say anything to me."

"Hey, whaddaya know, she can keep a secret," Aaron laughed. "She said yes. Got the wedding planned already. Gonna be doin' dis just after Memorial Day."

"Oh, that's great," Veronica crooned, reaching across the table for Aaron's paws. They shared a squeeze and Veronica grinned wide. But slowly, her expression leveled off. "I'm invited, right?"

Aaron's smiled widened. "Nah, no uggos allowed." Veronica rolled her eyes. Aaron snickered, then asked, "Um, you wanna bring your guy?"

Veronica's grin vanished entirely under a pensive mask. She sat back and looked off into traffic, gazing at nothing in particular. "I'd like to, but it's your wedding."

"Yeah, well," Aaron shrugged, "if the dude makes you happy and he ain't gonna crash it, yeah, s'cool with me. And I wanna meet 'im anyway."

"I'll talk to him about it," Veronica stolidly said. She sipped her coffee. "I'm kinda hungry now. Where'd that waitress get to?"

--2

Veronica stepped through the front door just after six PM. The drooping orange sun lit the foyer with warm light and Veronica squinted against the gleam on the tile. As per her formal duties as Kahnso's guard, she made her rounds, but this was in itself an excuse to search for him. Indeed, when she found him, her patrol of the manor promptly ended.

The big fox sat in his basement den. He had his laptop in front of him and wireless headphones on. Veronica recognized the noise coming out of them: demos from an album he'd started work on since she moved in. She pressed her breasts against his shoulder blades and squeezed warmly around the dense column of his neck, all with a grin on her face.

Kahnso closed his laptop and the music stopped. "How was your brother?" he asked, pulling the headphones off.

"Good, really good," Veronica cooed. "Making music down here?" she chuckled.

"Something like that," Kahnso murmured. "Gotta pay the bills somehow." He pressed back into her embrace, which she moved down around his breast, and closed his eyes. His long, bushy tail flicked in the gap between her legs. "You see Jamie too? How's that sweet little jackal?"

"Nah. Just saw Aaron. Gotta make time for family, you know."

"Maybe you do," Kahnso said with a lame chuckle.

Veronica stepped around the fox. She took to the plush curved sofa and Kahnso joined her after a stretch. The kangaroo pressed into his flank and contentedly allowed herself to be enveloped in his scent and warmth.

"I wanted to ask you about something," she said.

"Sure," Kahnso replied, petting through Veronica's blonde hair.

Veronica reached under Kahnso's tank top and sluiced his soft fur through her fingers. "Aaron and Jamie are getting married soon," she said. "Would you go with me?"

Kahnso blinked and smiled. "You wanna bring me along?"

"Yeah."

"I'm more of a blues rock guy, not really a wedding singer, but--," Kahnso was cut short when Veronica pinched his nipple. He yelped and grumbled, "All right, all right... Just as a date? You don't wanna look like a spinster, is that it?"

"Pretty much. Or maybe I want to show off my rich and famous boyfriend," she teased. "You gotta promise me you're not gonna do anything dumb at the wedding, though."

Kahnso bristled. "And why would I do something like that?"

Veronica considered how Kahnso would react to being sized up by Aaron if he went. She decided not to mention it. "I'm just saying," she defensively snapped, "if we end up with any baggage by then, I want to leave it at the door. This is a big deal for both of them and I don't want to screw it up."

"Yeah, don't worry," Kahnso sneered. "I'll try not to fuck Jamie or drag my balls across the cake like you're expecting. Or fuck the cake and drag my balls across Jamie."

In spite of herself, Veronica had to suppress a laugh. She shook her head and warned, "Don't even start talking like that. You like to party, and the wedding's not the place for it. That's all I'm saying."

Kahnso snorted and let his arm fall from Veronica. She in turn eased off of his body but stayed close. "What kind of an immature prick do you think I am?"

Veronica smiled thinly. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Funny," Kahnso grunted. He nudged Veronica away, stood up and started for the bar, which ran along the length of one wall and appeared both big and stocked enough to accommodate a very large party. "Do they know you're gonna bring me?" he said over the light clatter of glasses and bottles. "That's a serious question, not bitching. I'm a celebrity, I might cause a stir."

"I told Aaron," Veronica said. "And Jamie knows we're dating, so I imagine she expects it."

Kahnso soon stepped around to the couch with two drinks. Both were screwdrivers, and he handed one off to Veronica. Kahnso was rather proud of how he had gotten Veronica to loosen up about alcohol.

After a slow drink, he said, "I'd be fine with going, then. It might be fun to attend something low-key, anyway."

Veronica smiled slightly. "Thanks. This means a lot to me."

"Of course, babe," Kahnso said very warmly. "I wonder if Aaron ever saw that photo..."

They enjoyed their drinks quietly. Kahnso sat down his glass, in which only some pulp remained, then smooched Veronica on the lips. "Wanna go shop for clothes? I could use a new tux and you're gonna need a nice dress."

"You just had a drink," Veronica smirked. "I'm not riding with you."

"Ah, but you see," Kahnso grinned, "you're forgetting the fact that I'm fucking rich and I have a driver. C'mon, baby, let's go spend some money."

"You just wanna fuck me in a dressing room," the kangaroo admonishingly said. She didn't seem to mind the idea.

--3

"How do I look in this one?" Kahnso said, bending and twisting in an attempt to look at his own behind using the body mirror. "Does it make my ass look big?"

"No bigger than usual," Veronica reassured, patting it. His tail flicked against her face and she batted it away. "Honestly, though, you look fucking sharp, hon," she effused.

Veronica resisted voicing the cliche that Kahnso cleaned up nicely, but he did in fact appear dashing in a finely-cut slate suit. "I guess I look good," Kahnso allowed, before bemoaning, "I just wish this goddamn tie were a clip-on."

The kangaroo laughed sweetly. "You can't manage a necktie?"

"I'm bad with knots," he groused. She snared his eyes and he shook his head, blushing. "Shut up, you know what I mean."

"Hold on, here," Veronica patiently said, chuckling. She pulled Kahnso down and laced up the silky mauve tie, knotting it just so.

Kahnso watched her fingers. "You know how to knot a tie," he said, impressed.

"It's something I picked up," Veronica shrugged. She smooched his lips and pushed him to straighten him up. "I learned how when Aaron and I were in high school. He looked really good at the prom. I couldn't believe he even went, but he was sweet on this one girl."

"Not Jamie?" Kahnso asked, inspecting himself and adjusting his cuffs.

"Not by then. I actually met her first," Veronica said. "But, yeah, I learned to knot a tie since he wouldn't," she snickered. "He was kind of a brat to keep in line... He thinks he's all tough and street, but he's all right."

Kahnso looked at Veronica in the mirror. She wrapped her arm around him and lay her head against his shoulder. "You all right?" the fox asked.

"Ah, yes," Veronica uncertainly replied. "It's just odd, them getting married. I never thought they'd get around to it."

Kahnso rubbed Veronica's back slowly. "I look good." Then he lowly crooned, "Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man."

The flyer smirked into the mirror. "Modest. I can't decide if I like this or the loincloth more."

"You like the loincloth more, trust me," Kahnso said. Veronica laughed. "Let's cash out, I'm getting hungry. I just hope your dress isn't too racy for the wedding."

"I've always been a little red dress kinda girl," Veronica smiled. She helped Kahnso out of the suit with care. "Let's hope the wedding goes smoothly."

Kahnso's expression turned miffed. "Are you sure you want me to go?"

"What?" Veronica's brow wrinkled. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah, yeah," Kahnso sighed. Undressing and slipping back into his jeans and t-shirt, he said, "Let's just eat at home. I don't wanna go anywhere else."

Veronica groaned. "I wasn't talking about you-u-u. I just mean I don't want them to get divorced in a week."

"That'd be a shame, and then what? I'd be able to fuck Jamie, right? Unless they get divorced_because_ I--." Veronica put a firm paw on Kahnso's face and held his snout closed.

"Let's just get out of here," she tiredly said.

--4

As soon as they got in the front door, Veronica broke off from Kahnso. She left him holding his tuxedo and her dress.

"Hey, where the fuck do you think you're going? I thought we were gonna order a pizza and watch a movie," Kahnso said, sounding more plaintive than angry.

"I'd rather be left alone," Veronica growled. "I'll sleep in my room tonight, so don't wait up on me."

She closed the door as he was calling after her. She waited for him to pound on the door or at least scream at her, but he didn't. That was a point in his favor.

Usually it was Jamie who called Veronica. That night, it went the other way. She called the jackal on Skype and was at last able to smile when she saw Jamie's bespectacled face. "Hey, dweeb," she said.

"Hi," Jamie grinned. "Did Aaron tell you?"

"He did," Veronica nodded. "Ooh, god, I'm really happy for you."

Jamie giggled wildly. She calmed herself before she asked, "Are you bringing Kahnso?"

"Uh, probably," Veronica grunted.

The jackal narrowed her eyes. "Only probably? I thought you guys were dating now."

"He's being a dick," the kangaroo shrugged. "I still think I might leave... I don't know."

Jamie frowned. "You were definitely in love with him, though. I've never seen you like that before, you were totally glowing."

"Well," Veronica puffed, looking away, "people fall out of love as much as they fall into it." She realized what she was saying and to whom. Hastily she added, "I don't think I love Kahnso the way you love Aaron."

"Ah, maybe not," Jamie said uncomfortably, looking away. "Can you try to work it out?" she asked with a slight cant of her head. "I mean, couples fight. Aaron and I fight sometimes. You seemed happy with him."

"We'll see," the flyer said. "Maybe I should let you go here."

The jackal chuckled uneasily. "But you called me. Did you need something?"

"Just wanted to talk," Veronica sighed, "but I think I want to be left alone after all."

"If you say so. I'm here if you need me, though. I love you at least, yeah?"

"I know you do, dweeb. Night."

"Bye-bye."

Jamie disappeared and Veronica turned off her laptop. She groaned and curled up, then started to sniff. "Why am I still here?" she asked into her pillow. I should've left when I had my shit packed up! she thought.

Somehow Veronica fell asleep, but she awoke some unclear time later. It had in fact been only four hours but she was too bleary-eyed to look at the clock. She rolled out of bed and briefly shuffled, then walked through the unlit manor. She found a box of pizza missing better than half its contents in the kitchen. After a room-temperature slice and a glass of forgotten, souring iced tea, she abashedly walked up the stairs, moving in the darkness by touch with her paw on the banister. She nudged open the ajar door to Kahnso's spacious room and cursed herself for taking comfort in the ambient smell of his body and the drone of his snore.

Veronica shed her clothes and slipped into bed with Kahnso. She didn't wake him even when she cuddled against his flank. His arm came down to hold her close, but the gesture was automatic. She closed her eyes and nuzzled his neck, then slept very soundly.

--5

It was a quarter to ten in the morning when Veronica woke up. Rain pelted the window and kept the sun at bay. Her snout was very nearly in Kahnso's armpit, though this didn't bother her. The simple fact that she had come and snuggled up to him at all mired her in self-loathing. She eased off his arm but aroused him in the process. He rolled and completely startled himself awake.

"Oh," he mumbled. "Good morning."

"Hi," she sighed.

Kahnso tried to wrap his arms around her but she slipped out of reach and stood up. That she was naked was of much allure to him, especially with his morning wood plainly visible. He puffed, "Where you goin'? I have needs here."

Veronica bent and picked up her panties, but promptly dropped them with a grunt. She sat gingerly on the bed and when Kahnso sat up with her, she let him hold her close. "You really pissed me off yesterday, you know."

The fox teased across Veronica's soft nipples with his thumbs before giving them gentle, opposing twists by the barbells going through them. She shivered and arched into his touch.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm just a little self-conscious about the shit I pull."

"Then why don't you stop? What happened to that suitcase full of cocaine?" Veronica warily asked.

Kahnso cupped the kangaroo's plush breasts. They filled out his paws. "I did some of it. Maybe a third of it. Got rid of the rest."

"How?"

"Don't worry about that," he groaned. "The point is," he said more patiently, "it's gone. I did that for you."

Too tired to do anything but give Kahnso the benefit of the doubt, Veronica nodded and said, "Thank you, that--, it means a lot to me that you got rid of that shit."

Down went Kahnso's grubby palms. Veronica was unashamed to admit her love for the stud's strong fingers and the scent of his sweaty, musky body. When his digits traced her cuntlips but went against the grain of her peach fuzz fur, she softly moaned and parted her legs. "God, touch me."

"Yeah, I know what you like," Kahnso rumbled. He parted the lips with his ring and fore fingers, teased across the pink with his middle, and flicked her clit with his thumb. As Veronica puffed and moaned, Kahnso lewdly grumbled, "Talk to me, tell me how you like it."

Veronica reached up with both paws, rubbing Kahnso's cheeks and down his neck. "You know I love it when you touch me. Heh, you're a goddamn stud," she hissed. "Lay back."

"Lay back, huh?" he grinned. "And why should I? I'm in control here..."

Veronica responded in the best way she knew: she shoved herself back against Kahnso and knocked him down. He fell with a grunt but was smart enough to stay down.

Though he fully believed that Veronica could beat him up, Kahnso really stayed put because he knew the kangaroo had good things in store for him. Case in point, she quickly straddled his face and ground her loins on his long snout. A smug grin pulled up the corners of her mouth and she reached for his ears, holding them like handles. "Gonna have to eat your way out," she snidely remarked.

Kahnso grumbled against Veronica's pussylips. It was not a sound of annoyance, rather a playful grunt. He rubbed his nose into her clit and wriggled his tongue against the demure slit where the lips met.

"Hah, that's right," Veronica huffed. "Eat me the fuck out - you know what you're doing." Kahnso did, but by no means could Veronica be passive. She rode his snout, bumping and grinding to speed things along. The soft textures of his fur and the harshness of his fangs rubbed her in immensely pleasurable ways. She steadily drizzled thick honey across his muzzle, and it drooled into his maw.

At the same time as she got her rocks off on his snout, she ground her dense tail against his penis. The flesh was engorged and had been for the best part of an hour before he woke up. Now it needfully throbbed and pre drooled from its pointed tip. "You want some attention too, baby?" she purred.

The rockstar again grumbled. Veronica was flustered, but she hadn't lost her edge. "Nuh-uh, ask nicely," she grinned.

There was no hope of speaking articulately where he was. Kahnso went for broke and whined for Veronica as he slobbered and sucked the folds of her cunt. That was apparently what she wanted to hear, and she rubbed his head patronizingly with words to match: "Good boy." Kahnso snorted against her mound.

Abruptly, Veronica twisted about on her knees and doubled over. She thrust her fine, round ass into Kahnso's face and wrapped her lips around the throbbing bulk of his cock, then suckled and bobbed all the way down to the knot. In spite of being near Kahnso's size, he was still larger than she, and his endowment was a challenge no matter where she took it. Her jaws were wedged apart to an unwieldy degree and drool ran freely down his shaft. Early on in their relationship, this gracelessness had bothered Veronica, but anymore, she felt Kahnso's cock was worth drooling over.

"Ah, babe," Kahnso grunted. He nosed the curve of an ass cheek before gripping them both with a grin. He bared her supple anus and dragged his tongue across it. Veronica clenched and shuddered. Anal was an unexplored fetish between her and Kahnso, yet she held her tail out of the way and continued to suck obligingly.

Kahnso made full use of the implicit offer. He closed his eyes and dragged his tongue all through Veronica's ass crack, paying special attention to the pucker. Her body had a light dew of sweat much like his, and her rear bore subtle musk as his undoubtedly did too. All of this he savored with his slutty tongue and nose.

Realizing Kahnso's borderline worship of her ass made Veronica feel as if her efforts were insubstantial. She rubbed his thighs then cupped his balls and knot, but even then, it felt to her that Kahnso was giving more than he got. He actually loved her sloppy work and wouldn't have traded it for anything, but she had no such idea.

Pulling off, and before the strands of drool had even broken, she uttered, "Hey, babe, instead of just licking that... Well, you wanna fuck it?"

The fox gave Veronica's anal entrance a gentle kiss as if to send it off sweetly before the brutality began. "Are you sure?" he slyly asked. "I can plainly see from here that my knot," he laughed, "is a hell of a lot bigger than your asshole."

Veronica committed the cardinal sin of blowjobs when she nipped his meat, but she did so softly. "It's not the first time for me," she said, "although it's definitely been a while. Just take it slow and it'll be fun, I think."

"Most women don't say that when I ask for anal, but sure," Kahnso snickered.

Veronica rolled off and made herself prone on her back, feeling more nervous by the second. As Kahnso pilfered his nightstand for lube, Veronica slipped one of the pillows up under the small of her back to better present herself.

With a king-size bottle of lube in his grasp, Kahnso began lacing his fingers with the viscous liquid. A big, snide grin covered his snout, and his tail swished back and forth in a predictable arc. "I don't even like anal all that much," he mused. "I mean - I enjoy it, I always get off, but you've got a nice pussy right there."

As he finished his reflection, he started to rub Veronica's exposed anus with not a hint of irony. The kangaroo shivered and clenched against his touch, and also from the cold temperature of the lube. "Uh, really? I figured you'd been dying for this," she sheepishly chuckled. "It's why I offered."

Kahnso, staring down at his work, looked coyly at her from the tops of his eyes. "I still want it," he noted. "You have one hell of an ass." Slowly, carefully, he wriggled his middle finger inside. Veronica drew in a breath so sharply that she hissed. "I suppose what I'm saying is that I don't expect or really even want this to be a regular thing."

"Good," Veronica said, letting her earlier hiss out as a more relaxed sigh. Even though Kahnso's digit was still sliding into her, she had grown used enough to the feeling of it holding her open. "Because I don't think I could handle doing this more than once every few months," she shuddered.

Confident that his fingers were slick enough, Kahnso set the lube down, and it rolled into the divot his knee made on the bed. Very slowly, with a minimum of twists and wriggles, Kahnso fingered Veronica. He held her thigh with his free paw, squeezing and kneading it, watching her face one moment and her heaving bust the next.

Veronica looked into Kahnso's eyes and smiled thinly. Her thick tail wriggled on the bed between Kahnso's knees. "I'm doing okay. Keep going, go a little harder."

"If you say so, sugar," Kahnso shrugged. He slipped back his middle finger but pressed both it and the index against her pucker, which was only nominally loosened by then. Carefully, he pushed in both fingers and noted Veronica's lack of pained noises. She pulled a face, but it was brief, soon replaced with a gentler expression.

"Mmm, yeah. Just take it easy with me," she cooed, closing her eyes.

"I never mean to hurt you when I do," Kahnso murmured. He slid his free fingers around her thigh and brushed his knuckles against her muff. Veronica gently moaned and clenched her ass.

Almost pleadingly, she said, "I don't wanna talk about that right now."

Kahnso went quiet and looked down at his work. His face tightened as he started spreading his fingers, twisting them too, trying to work open Veronica from every angle. Predictably, the kangaroo grimaced and gasped. She curled her large toes and bit her bottom lip. Kahnso gently rumbled soothing, loving noises to her and ground his knuckles on her pussylips, getting his paw damp. He licked the back of it, then moved his paw down to her loins again. Though much less articulate with his left paw than his right, he slid three fingers into her cunt and rubbed her clit with his thumb. Veronica groaned sharply for him and bucked eagerly against his working paws.

"Gettin' into it now, huh?" Kahnso slyly asked.

Veronica laughed lamely and quietly. In a moment of playfulness, she bent her legs, drew them in, and inarticulately shoved her feet against his snout, closing it in. Kahnso initially flinched, but a smile crept across his muzzle. He eased his fingers out of her, leaving her anus slightly swollen and loosened, its rim gleaming from the lube. He grabbed her ankles and asked in a somewhat muffled but lighthearted voice, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly the kangaroo enjoyed a sharp, genuine laugh. She wiggled her toes obnoxiously on Kahnso's snout then pushed off of his face. "Your face was there and I could reach it, so--, you know, it's not exactly something I can explain." She shrugged, putting on a coy grin. "It just seemed like the right thing to do."

"Never really understood that whole foot fetish thing," said Kahnso noncommittally, "but, if I were gonna indulge in that," he smiled, "it'd be with a kangaroo."

Veronica snickered. "Some other time." She scooted up on the bed, then rolled onto her stomach and pulled her knees up at the same time, gracefully putting herself on knees and elbows. She held aloft her thick tail and swayed her ass tauntingly.

Kahnso set a paw on Veronica's hip, sliding it down around the cheek. He pulled it aside, exposing the ring he had just had his fingers buried in. A tiny smirk crept across his jowl. "You know I'm never gonna let you live this down, right?"

She glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling. "Kinda figured."

The rockstar slicked his penis with the lube and held apart one of Veronica's cheeks again. He guided his pointed tip to her pucker with all the gentle precision of threading a needle, then gradually pushed into her.

As the tapering end of Kahnso's meat entered her, Veronica was subdued, and she sighed quietly. Then as the stretch worsened and the full girth of his penis, sans knot, was grinding into her, she grunted and nuzzled roughly against the sheets. "Owww, fuck," she hissed.

"It was your idea," Kahnso chided. As soon as he decided he didn't need to brace his member, he reverently slid his paws over her ass cheeks and gave them a squeeze. Veronica earnestly moaned and flopped her tail from one side to the other. "Gonna pull it back now. Relax, hon."

Barely halfway inside of Veronica, Kahnso slid out. Veronica squirmed slightly, and Kahnso rubbed along her back, going against the grain of her fur. He then stroked down and held her hips, using the grasp to pull her back, rocking her on her knees. He manipulated her like so with a small grin on his face which widened as his knot wedged between her ass cheeks and came to rest against her anus.

Veronica bit her lip and puffed through her nostrils. Then she said, "I'll tell you this much. That knot feels a hell of a lot bigger there than it does against my cunt."

Kahnso snickered. "Yeah, you ought to see how it looks. I feel pretty sorry for you."

In spite of his leering expression, Kahnso gently had Veronica's ass. She reoriented slightly, pulling a pillow near to rest her face against. The common pain of the stretch made her wince and curl her toes, but her pussy was wet.

Rumbling a fond noise, Kahnso draped over Veronica. He put one paw down in the bed for support, but held a breast with the other. Veronica turned her head to give him a smooch on the cheek. "Faster, babe," she hissed.

Kahnso chuckled mischievously and moved his hips not only faster, but harder. The impact of his hips against her round behind produced a smack, softened by fur. Veronica gasped in surprise, in particular at the knot now knocking at her backdoor. She wondered briefly if she had invited more trouble than she could handle, but quashed the idea and nipped challengingly on Kahnso's jawline.

"Hey!" Kahnso laughed, suddenly snarling and nipping back, pinching Veronica's cheek. He slid his paw up from her breast to her neck and held her without squeezing, and he quickened his pace again.

The kangaroo gasped. She pushed off the bed, propping her front up with one arm as Kahnso did. With her other paw, she grabbed Kahnso's curling around her neck. "Getting pretty fucking rough now," she snapped, yet she shoved her ass back firmly.

When Veronica pushed back, Kahnso gave her the same in spades. He mashed his knot rudely against her anus and made her yowl in shock and pain. She clenched her teeth and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, but she pushed back again. She knew it was foolish to keep pushing her luck, but the excitement of the moment overcame her.

"Christ," Kahnso panted, given brief pause, but he went after the kangaroo's fine ass with even greater zeal, and every time his knot mashed against her unyielding little asshole, she responded with some pained sound.

"Fuck, fu-u-uck, that thing's gonna kill me," Veronica pathetically said, but she couldn't stop grinding back, pushing herself harder every time.

"Ah, yeah," Kahnso murmured absently. He nosed into her loose blonde hair and nibbled the back of her neck and head. The rhythm was staggering, if not clumsy. Kahnso's knot pounded Veronica, demanding entry she wasn't sure she could accommodate, but in the stupid thrill of the moment, she was determined to give it her best shot.

Veronica gripped the sheets in a white-knuckle grasp and showed her teeth in a grimace. She shoved her full ass back sharply, luckily catching Kahnso at the apex of one of his mighty thrusts. The bulb of the knot gouged her open, spreading her impossibly wide, and for a moment it seemed to linger in the threshold. She gasped and her eyes popped open. Then the knot slipped in the rest of the way, settling into her soft but strong rectal walls, and her pucker was allowed to relax around the narrower base of Kahnso's penis. In the wake of the great stretch, Veronica grunted ineffectually and slumped forward.

Kahnso wasn't quite there, and Veronica had been fearing that. He started to hump against her, wiggling his knotted meat deeper by just a few inches. Veronica panted and puffed, uttering quiet encouragement to Kahnso, belying the fact that she was recovering from remarkable pain.

"C'mon, babe," she shuddered. Under considerable strain, she hissed, "Cum for me."

"This, ah, this was your idea," Kahnso teasingly repeated, sniggering. Veronica grumbled. "Almost there, though... Almost the-e-ere...!"

Kahnso kissed the back of her neck again, then straightened out for the most part. He still wiggled in and eased back, working his cock along the few inches this intimate penetration allowed. Finally, however, he gripped her ass cheeks and dug in his fingers. He moaned and arched his spine, and he came with terrific force, shooting his sloppy mess deep inside of the kangaroo. Veronica quietly moaned at the feeling, and the relief was palpable, but she kept her toes curled.

"You're not fucking my ass again for a very long time," she groused.

--6

The Lamborghini purred to a stop and then fell silent between a Mazda and a Kia in the church's paved back lot. The cathedral loomed grandly overhead, casting a tapering shadow on the parking lot like a macro sundial. Kahnso stepped out of the passenger side, Veronica from the driver's. She grinned across the roof at Kahnso. "I love driving this car."

They looked sharp together. Veronica's little red dress was stunning. It accentuated her beautiful body without showing too much cleavage, but the thigh vents were still quite provocative. Kahnso wore the fine slate suit she had helped him select. His breast and tie were mauve, and matching scrunchies cordoned his flowing black hair off into a segmented ponytail. They approached the church arm-in-arm.

Before the joining of the bride and groom, Kahnso and Veronica mingled among the other guests. They were friends of those to be wed and the family of the bride. None of Aaron and Veronica's family had been invited. Kahnso found it prudent not to question this. Veronica received compliments on her dress, and her boyfriend. She took them graciously and began introducing Kahnso as her lover with some pride in her voice.

The union itself was beautiful and came off flawlessly. Veronica was one of the bridesmaids, and a male jackal with a powerful resemblance to Jamie was Aaron's best man. After Jamie and Aaron were wed and shared their kiss, Jamie informally threw her arms around Veronica and squeezed her tightly. They both had happy tears in their eyes, and Kahnso, though not overcome, smiled from his seat on the frontmost pew.

Then came the wedding reception, taking place in the sprawling antechamber to the church's main hall. Punch, cake, and tasteful dancing were all enjoyed.

Veronica sipped a cup of punch and was taken aback by its taste. "Oh," she murmured, looking at Kahnso with a cup of his own. "That's pretty potent."

Kahnso smiled dryly, narrowing his eyes at her. "Am I allowed to have any?"

The kangaroo sighed quietly. "Come on," she urged, sidling up to him, "you've been great so far. Don't start being a dick now."

"Yeah, yeah," Kahnso said, sipping his punch again. Veronica wrapped an arm around him, but he didn't reciprocate.

"I'm gonna go catch up with James, I haven't seen him in years." She pecked his cheek. "I'll be around, babe."

"Uh-huh," he grunted.

There was some part of Kahnso that was atrociously spiteful. Any expectations, whether they came from an interviewer, a manager, a bandmate or a woman, were to be subverted and disappointed as spectacularly as possible. It was this part of Kahnso which, not long after Veronica wandered away, ladled him another glass of punch, and then another, and another. And as he got steadily more drunk, he desired to become more drunk still. In Kahnso's mind, this was would lead only to a reprimand, perhaps a few nights without sex. He kept chugging down his punch, spilling some of it down his chin, ruining his expensive suit. Several of the guests approached ostensibly to get punch, or perhaps to meet the singer, but they all walked uncomfortably away when they saw how much Kahnso was consuming.

"Yeah, it's awesome to see you too," James beamed, then he smooched Veronica's cheek. She smiled and kissed back. "I heard you've been seeing some famous dude?"

"Yeah, I have," Veronica nodded. "He's, ah, he's a good guy." She patted the jackal's shoulder and asked, smiling slyly, "What about you? You inflicting yourself on anyone lately?"

James laughed. "Nah, babe," he winked. "I love being single too much."

Kahnso's belch echoed through the high ceiling like a slovenly thunderclap. Everybody glanced skyward at the reverberation, then around with nervous smiles, looking for the source.

"The heck was that?" James asked, smiling thinly.

Veronica didn't recognize the belch, but the idea that somebody was so drunk as to let one fly chilled her blood. Oh no, she distinctly thought. Please, no. Anyone but him. Without saying goodbye to James, she moved through the sparse crowd and tried to find her boyfriend. She found him just in time to see the horrors he wrought.

"Um, he-e-ey," Jamie squeaked, smiling lopsidedly. Her pretty white dress was rumpled under Kahnso's fingers as he cupped her breasts. "You, um--. Kahnso, hey. Stop."

Everybody in the immediate vicinity was watching in abject revulsion. Aaron the powerful boomer was striding closer with worrisome determination in his eyes. Veronica was a few paces ahead of him. She glanced back at him and winced, "Don't kill him."

"Baby, I never got to tell you when you were in my house," Kahnso slurred. "You got some fine boobies on you, though. I'm talking, like, eight outta ten on the tit-o-meter! I'm very, you know, titillated. Did I say it right?"

Jamie, whom might have enjoyed this attention from Kahnso in other circumstances, felt the sting of humiliation and wanted to cry. She grabbed his wrists in her tiny paws and tried to pull him off. "Yes. And, um, thanks, but. Um--, but, this is my wedding."

Kahnso was having none of that. He bent down and thrust a slobbery, drunken kiss on the bride. His overlarge tongue filled up her little maw and pushed drool out the sides. She squealed, blushing brightly, and immediately shoved against his snout.

Veronica heard Aaron mutter under his breath, "Dat motherfucker." She bolted ahead of him and grabbed Kahnso by the collar of his suit, yanking him away from Jamie as if bringing a dog to heel.

The fox's tongue slopped out of Jamie's mouth and hung out past his front teeth for a moment before he reeled it in. He looked at Veronica with bloodshot eyes and warm cheeks. He smiled. "You know, Jamie's fucking hot!" he announced, snapping his gaze back on her. By then, Aaron had his arms around her, conversing with her in hushed tones.

"What the hell is wro-o-ong with you?" Veronica asked, almost whining. She shook Kahnso by his lapels and stared at his vacant eyes. She had begun to cry.

Kahnso uncomfortably avoided her face. He looked around at the others. Everybody was staring, watching, judging. A camera flash captured his vacant expression and digitally immortalized it.

Veronica shook him again. "Kahnso!" she barked.

"Fuck you," Kahnso snapped, smacking off her gripping paws. "You told me you were worried I was gonna get a-a-all fucked up and crash the wedding. Well--!"

"Well!" Veronica snapped. "That's what you fucking did, moron!"

Kahnso was stunned. He looked around again, earnestly expecting support, but none of the strangers defended him. He looked down at Veronica with a bitter, scowling expression. It was the face of a fussy child. "You're a bitch," he spat, slurring the first two words together into one mushy syllable. Then he shoved her, and though he was very drunk, he was still a powerful bodybuilder.

Veronica staggered back in recoil and Aaron lunged forward. She whipped around and grabbed him, stopping him cold with one hand on his breast and another on his shoulder. "No," she firmly said, and Aaron wordlessly acquiesced, stepping back. She turned back to the belligerent rockstar.

That was when Kahnso smacked her. It was not a slap, but a vicious cuff across the face. The friends and family gasped. Aaron lunged forward again, and so did Jamie. They grabbed Veronica and started to check and console her, spurred by her sniffling. Kahnso sipped his little remaining punch with an absent look on his face, as if it were an automatic gesture.

"I really--, I can't believe you did that," Veronica said, working hard to keep her voice unbroken. Then she allowed herself a sob.

It took tears and sniffling on Veronica's part, but Kahnso crept forward and made the effort to wrap his arms around her. Jamie, scowling, swatted his paws away, and Aaron enforced it when he possessively wrapped an arm around his sister.

Veronica shrugged them both off and started for Kahnso.

"C'mere, babe, I'm sorry," he miserably said.

Veronica said nothing, and did nothing to suggest what was brewing. She grabbed Kahnso's tie, which she had knotted herself, and looked up at his dumb, drunk face. In that moment, and in spite of all her indignity and embarrassment, she was ready to kiss him and accept his apology.

Then Kahnso slurred, "I'm sorry I had to smack you, but you were being just--, god." He rolled his eyes.

Something changed in the way Veronica looked at Kahnso. He couldn't perceive it, drunk as he was, but when Veronica screeched in rage and swung with everything she had, Kahnso began to realize he had done something wrong. Her fist collided with his snout like a freight train. The cartilage in his muzzle and palate crunched. His teeth slashed her skin open before breaking off, forming jagged stumps. Kahnso felt one sharp burst of pain, and then he was completely unconscious.

As Kahnso lay inelegantly sprawled with a slightly crooked, crushed nose and blood pouring out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, the tableau succinctly summed up the fiasco that was the wedding reception.

Clutching her bloody knuckles, Veronica turned back to Jamie and Aaron. She was trembling and seething, but also sobbing. "I'm sorry," she bleated. "I didn't know--, I had no idea he was gonna act like--, god, I'm sorry. Your wedding..."

The new bride and groom hugged Veronica together. An ambulance was called for the rockstar. The Lamborghini was towed back to his home.