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Kite paced back and forth within his room, pressing down upon the red-black checkered skirt that he had put on just mere moments before, and fixing his matching skin tight tank-top that had the words 'bad girl' on it in bold white letters. He was checking in the mirror in his room every few seconds to see the girly fox that stared back at him. He fixed his long, red hair that was tied into a ponytail, and checked to see if his fur was clean and neat. Everything had to be perfect for tonight.

Earlier Kite had picked up his online friend, Ragon, a black wolf, who had just came in from the States to the UK to pay a visit. Though they had been friends for years over the web; it was nice to finally meet in person.

Kite showed him the town he lived in, they played games together, and ate takeout to celebrate Ragon's arrival. Then Ragon said he wanted to take a shower and that got Kite thinking. Thinking about all the flirting, dirty talk, role playing, and video shows they had done for years.

Every time he would leave online to go take a shower, Kite would also reply in chat that he followed the wolf in, but as he directed the wolf to the shower his nerve wouldn't let him hop in as he saw Ragon stripping off his clothes. He felt like a coward, being too shy to say anything, and just walked out.

Now, he was hoping to correct that mistake by surprising him in the same attire he had performed so many times before. The sound of water stopped and Kite's heart skipped a beat. There was a brief silence, then footsteps, each one getting louder till they reached the door. Kite sat on the bed, both in hopes of presenting himself, and his legs were shaking too much for him to stand properly. Ragon opened the door, his black frame now looking far larger than Kite remembered, seeing his red eyes catch the fox dressed some skanky, and then a toothy grin spread over the wolf's face.

"Someone was busy." Ragon said

Kite blushed, to the point it actually made his face feel a little sore, and said, "Y-you gave me plenty of time. Your showers are too long."

Ragon stepped into the room now, laughing, "You should know. How come I always find you like this when I come back from one?"

Kite giggled and nervously shrugged his shoulders, "Like what? Horny? It's your fault."

"No. Not that." Ragon stepped closer, loosening his towel which dropped from the floor, exposing himself fully to a sight Kite had the pleasure of seeing plenty of times before, and once in reach the wolf's hands rested upon Kite's hot cheeks, lifting his head up to meet Ragon's red eyes, "So irresistible."

Kite's heart skipped a beat at the words that slipped from his friend. So many times he had thought out in his head as to how to handle this exact moment. He should have said something charming, leaned in and kissed him, or laid out on the bed and enticed the wolf. Yet here he was, speechless, nervously trying to respond, or at least do something that didn't make him look like a scatter brain. He opened his mouth. Nothing came out. His heart was racing and he felt himself starting to panic. Then, a moment of clarity, as Ragon pressed his lips into Kite's own. Kite's eyes widened at this, too caught up in his own worry to notice the wolf's encroaching lips, and was now held captive by them. He regained his focus and moved his legs up to wrap around Ragon's lower back, pulling himself in closer, his arms wrapping under the wolf's arms, and grasping the back of his shoulders.

Ragon took full advantage of their new position, moving forward, resting his hands upon the bed so that he could tower over the fox while he pushed him back onto the bed, easing him on his back as he still clung to him. Then he parted the kiss and without a word, went towards Kite's neck, running his thick, wet tongue down along the fur, matting it down, and parting it to get at the soft skin beneath. This sent a shiver up Kite's spine and his legs fidgeted against Ragon's back. Then Ragon pressed his muzzle in, nibbling upon the fox's soft flesh, resulting in a stuttering moan from the young fox, and as if by instinct, those teeth sunk deeper into the neck.

Kite felt himself easily rocking into Ragon, his skirt now lifted by the growing cock that pressed against Ragon's own sheath. Each movement of his body was all but natural now, grinding himself against his loving friend, and whispering sweet words of praise into Ragon's ear while his neck was still in the larger man's jaws, "T-This is just how I dreamed." Kite tugged his legs down, forcing the wolf's sheath, now with an exposed cock tip, to press against his own smaller shaft to frott the male properly, signaling what he wanted.

Of course the wolf complied as he'd move his body back against those legs that wrapped around him and pressed forward, grinding his still hardening cock up against the fox's own, eagerly frotting in a set of steady thrusts, working himself up to a hardened length in the processes. "Damn Kite, why do you have to be so cute." Ragon huffed out as a shot of pre released from the tip of his shaft onto the fox's chest, "I can't hold myself back anymore." From there Ragon grasped hold of the fox's legs, lifting them up from where they wrapped around him, and spread them apart to expose the fox's lower pucker. Kite clenched to the sheets as Ragon's cock pressed in against his tailhole, feeling its size as it'd prod in, signaling what was to come.

"Do it, Ragon." Kite whined gently, tensing up his body to brace himself. The Wolf complied and thrust forward, using a hand to guide the shaft up into the fox's tail hole. The pressure was placed on the fox and he felt himself tighten up as he was nervous, but that melted away the second that the shaft broke past his rim and drove forward with the backing of the Wolf's mighty thrust. He cried out, moaning as the feeling of being spread, and filled overtook him and his senses. It was uncomfortable at first, naturally, but still he endured as the Wolf wedged more of himself deep inside that fox rump.

Ragon growled harshly, pressing his hands on the fox's hips to tug him in while he thrust, feeling a lustful urge to bury his bone into the fox like he would a common bitch. It was equally as overwhelming for Ragon, with the tight walls clinging and squeezing his shaft, and his whole body being driven forward into his fox, "A-Ah... Kite you're so tight." It was a corny statement, but Ragon was a virgin and his sex talk was far from the best.

Kite gave a half chuckle between the heavy breathing that came with him being penetrated by the wolf, but didn't have the time to comment, as the wolf finally managed to hilt him, and his body now attempted to the stuffed feeling that came from being penetrated. Often this involved Kite squirming lightly, kick and shifting his legs, turning back and forth as if that would help to adjust, but only resulted in tugging the wolf's shaft, and a few soft moans from the male above.

Ragon couldn't handle it anymore, the way Kite's hips moved, how they tugged on him, and drove him wild. So he huffed, "Get ready." and then began to tug himself out from within him. Kite's eyes rolled back as Ragon withdrew, giving out a girlish moan, and that fueled Ragon's next move to thrust back in after withdrawing midway. He thrusted again and again, rocking his hips in a steady but firm motion, driving the fox below wild as he squirmed within Ragon's grasp, clinging to the sheets as tight as he could.

It was too much for Kite and as such he felt his body clench down, squeezing the male's shaft tightly, as his own orgasm drew closer. It peaked when a single straw thrust hit against his prostate and the fox's body began to tremble in delight and his climax released all over his own chest and face, even taking a few stray shots at Ragon's own chest. Of course that natural collapse of his body over the wolf's cock caused Ragon to snarl loudly, forcing his own release to occur! His warm spunk spilled forward into the fox, filling him with rope after rope of sticky thick seed, till it began to leak out of the fox and onto the sheets below.

Both were left panting, heavily, and they just laid there, the wolf atop the fox. Finally, after regaining some strength, Ragon turned to lay on his side, bringing the fox with him, and they

faced each other, still panting. "W-Well," Ragon said, "That was something..."

Kite chuckled again, "Y-Yeah, th-at was better than I dreamed. Thank you." With that the fox kissed the wolf's lips gently, from which he returned it. They laid there and soon fell asleep, holding each other close through the night.