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"Desmond. Hey De-e-esmond. Wake up."

Her voice was gentle, almost sweet, but Desmond caught the edge in it even as he came out of sleep. She wanted something, and he knew it was the same exact thing she had wanted every night - or was three AM technically morning? - and he gave it up to her every time. It seemed like estrus to him, but he wasn't sure if girls with dicks could have that. Whatever it was, the week or so where she was desperately needy was usually the most fun one of the year. Desmond never quite got the smell of her butt sweat off of his face when she was having one of her spells.

"I'm awake," he muttered. "I'm surprised you just don't wake me up by sticking it in anymore."

"Well, I did try to grind my butthole on your nose," the hyena said. She kissed him on the cheek, scooting closer. Her stiff penis rubbed warmly against his thigh. "No-o-ow... butt or muff?" She giggled. "Which one's less sore?"

Desmond huffed, rolling away from Anna and tangling himself up in the sheets. It was part of the game, or so the hyena thought. She scooted after him and straddled his thighs, laying the uncut, black meat of her cock on his ass crack, which the sheet made a relief in. "Anal it is, eh?"

"My asshole is still throbbing from yesterday. Quit trying to get into the backdoor like you're some burglar."

Anna laughed with a nearly maniacal edge. It was her tic as a hyena. "But your butt is so fucking cu-u-ute, Desmond. 'Sides, you just love it when I-, well." A snicker, and she peeled off the sheets, barely exposing Desmond's fine bubble-butt from the middle up. She scooted down, dragging her knees on the bed so fast she felt some friction heat, and doubled over with almost predatory suddenness. Her short, broad snout packed into his ass crack and she accompanied the sheer shock of the moment with an audacious, sharp sniff of his anus. She shuddered, thrilled by the smell of sweat and anal musk. Her senses were heightened in these heatlike spells of hers. Uttering a catlike mrowl in her throat, Anna dragged her tongue up through his ass crack and across the swollen, pink ring of his pucker, leaving her fox shivering beneath her. As though it was the sorbet between courses, she chomped the pretty fluff of his tail, gnawed it, spit it out.

"You taste and you stink so good, you know. I like when I stick my snout in your ass and smell my own dick there, you know?" She cackled. "But if you don't want in the butt, fi-i-ine... guess I'll screw you in the cunt, but I resent this, you know..."

Anna peeled the sheets all the way off, Desmond squirming helpfully. He pulled a pillow under his chin and laid slack, legs akimbo, arms splayed, one hanging off the bed. "Yeah, your rights are really being trod upon here. Poor 'yeen doesn't get anal, civil rights activists outraged, embargoes placed on pussies all over-." Anna, less than enthused with Desmond's ribbing, stabbed a digit knuckle-deep into the foxcoon's ass. His shriek was sudden and striking, and Anna giggled riotously, stopping just short of a feral yapping fit.

"Shuts you right up! I was gonna donkey punch you, but this is funnier! It's like I corked you!"

"I hate you sometimes," groused Desmond. He shifted, laying his head sideways on the pillow, and huffed. "Get your finger out of my ass and just do your thing, please. I have a busy day tomorrow."

Slowly, more out of playful malice than mercy, Anna drew back her finger. She beckoned with it, attempting to find the prostate that he happened to possess despite his genitals, but her exiting probe spurred no reaction. "Mhm, busy day," she muttered, saddling up on Desmond. Her fat, black cock leaked on the bed; its drooling was, if you asked Desmond, even worse than what came out of her mouth when she was snoozing. "Guess all those dicks out there don't suck themselves, do they?"

Desmond hissed. "Eat shit, carrion-breath."

Anna could take it as well as she got it. She raked her claws down his back, leaving small weeping cuts, the kind which would heal within a day. Desmond winced for her. "Watch it, faggy. Be just as easy to ram this dick down your throat. I bet that'd shut you up a lot better than a finger up the butt."

She waited two seconds, five seconds, ten. No response from the bitchy boy. Grinning big and toothy at this victory, she gripped her meat - hardly necessary, it was stiff as a statue - and nudged it against his thick black vulva. The spongy lips passively smooched her cockhead, welcoming it even if the foxcoon it was attached to was being a pill. Anna entered slowly, not out of mercy, but self-serving pleasure. She revered the warmth of his cunt, how it flattened but gripped and seemed eternally slick for her. It matched the shade of her penis perfectly, at least until you opened those lips and exposed the bright bubblegum pink inside, but Anna loved the color contrast anyway. "Gawd," she said in a growl. "Your pussy's such a fucking treat, you know that? You know how good this feels?"

Desmond smiled. "I have a pretty good idea... and I could say the same about that dick of yours, y'know. Especially when you go a couple days without showering."

The hyena tittered. She was almost fully inside of the foxcoon and his swollen dogbox was slightly compressing inward, harmlessly flattening but stretching as she bore down on his pelvis. "You're a fucking musk slu-u-ut... I remember when I first moved in and you hated how I usually smelled after a workout."

Desmond's toes curled. He closed his eyes, not feeling terribly sleepy, but pleased. "Mhm. And you basically sat on my face until I liked it. I remember everything," he sneered, "you corrupting bitch."

She leaned low, her small breasts flattening against his shoulder blades. Her barbell piercings were all but unnoticeable through his fur. "Now you try to shove your nose up my asshole when I look even a little bit sweaty. I don't think I corrupted you," Anna theorized, beginning to roll her hips, something she did quickly and efficiently. "I think I just brought out the little musk whore you already were. Just needed the right push, that's all. Specifically, my asshole pushing on your nose."

Anna enjoyed the near silence of the following moment; Desmond's gentle breathing, the idle hum of his desktop computer across the room, crickets playing their songs outside. Her penis slid smoothly in, smoothly out, making no lewd sounds. "I love you," she purred into his ear.

"You keep saying that and you'll never get rid of me," said the fox, trying his best to sound coy, but simple enjoyment of the moment warmed his voice. He turned his head as far to the side as he could and made a little smooch at open air. Anna took the bait, leaning toward his muzzle, and she sloppily locked lips with him. Black jowls ground together, sticking and rubbing. Their tongues fast tangled into one knot after another and they traded drool as freely as the air they breathed. It dribbled onto the pillow, this combined hyena-foxcoon slobber leaving the most innocuous marks, belying what a fine kiss put them there.

It was so late - or early? Desmond could never tell how to put it - and the specter of tiredness hung over Desmond, but he felt good, so good, and very safe underneath Anna. She was five inches shorter than he was, a couple years his junior, but she was strong and fine and perfect. He loved her, not as a girlfriend or anything along those lines, but an incredibly close friend. His expression of such a sublime form of affection then, in that moment, was to stuff his muzzle harder into hers, suck her mouth greedily, run his fingers through her soft brown hair.

Anna snarled possessively, feeling a love as intense as Desmond felt for her, but hyenas were bitey, mean creatures - and more importantly was that she had a nut to bust. Her balls all but ached with the need to pop one off right in that foxcoon's weird doggy cunt, but rather than override, it enhanced her fondness for the twink. She broke the kiss but kept close, biting his snout, then his neck in what seemed to her the finest show of closeness. Her growl said you're mine, and the chomp itself said god help anyone who comes near you.

The hyena's hips no longer rolled but smashed. She was fucking Desmond, putting his flexible box through its paces, and an ignorant viewer would have thought this encounter to be a loveless one. Now the sounds of sex were in the air, wet sharp sucks punctuating every move of her hips, little snarls filling the hot space between those notes. Desmond answered her bite, which drew blood, with soft cries and even tears in his eyes, but he was wet for the hyena.

Tasting Desmond's blood didn't please Anna in any primal way, contrarily to what the foxcoon thought. To her it was just another part of the experience, just a thing that was there like air itself. It was the fact that she had him close, had her cock inside of him, that made her happy. She dug her teeth in tighter, widening the punctures into fair wounds, but she seemed unaware of the action. Desmond cried out sharply and Anna's round ears perked like a mother bear whose cubs were in distress. But she knew what was wrong, that he was in no danger, and so her hips didn't stop.

Anna's climax was sudden but wonderful. Her pounding slowed to a mere squirm with her cock absolutely buried in him, crushing his vulva against his loins. She shot a few ropes, this small caliber the result of three blowjobs from Desmond that day and two solo efforts with the help of porn. But the warmth was there, the feeling of fullness. Desmond's sigh was double-duty, signaling exultation for his own orgasm and the simpler pleasure of being close with his best friend.

She eased her teeth out of his neck guiltily, then began to slobber the wounds in a nervous reaction. Blood trickled from them, caking in his fur but already beginning to coagulate. A few drops joined the drying spittle on the pillow.

"Mmh. I'm so-o-ory-y-y," she whined. "I got too rough."

"It's okay," Desmond said, and his soft tone told Anna he meant it. "You know you really can't do wrong by me, right?"

Anna smiled bashfully. She gave up on licking the wounds and just fell slack against him. "I know... I could get away with murder around you."

Desmond chuckled. "Rape and pillaging, maybe. I dunno about murder."

"Still. I wonder why you put up with me sometimes." She kissed the back of his head, thinking privately how jealous she was of his silky hair.

The fox reached around and patted her side. "There's reasons for it. Just trust me on that. Let's get some sleep now... all right?"

Anna hadn't even been up that long. She was an unabashed night owl, hence her rude awakenings for Desmond, but laying with him made the notion of sleep seem more enticing than video games at that hour. "Yeah... yeah, that sounds pretty good," she murmured, rolling off of Desmond. She was already flaccid. His muff didn't leak her small load back out. "Love you, faggy."

Desmond nipped Anna's cheek. She didn't retaliate. "I love you too," he sleepily said as he cuddled up close. He added with with the intonation of a fond proper noun, "Stinky."