The Bullshiter's Club: Three Month Later
Maj double-checked the emergency brake of his tiny hatchback as the sun started to set behind the steep hill. He got out of the car and walked over to the club. It was still early, the music wasn't cranked up so loud. The dog tending bar gave him a nod as he approached.
"Bottle of cider. And my card still works, right?" Maj said.
The rotwieler already had the bottle on the counter. "Sure the card works. And stop by the boss's desk. He's got a check for ya."
Maj blinked, "You mean they sold?"
"Boss had to edit things a bit, but yeah. Digest's been selling here behind the bar." The dog slid a thick paperback to the fox. "Your contributor's copy."
"Well... thanks." Maj said, and walked over to the door and slid his key, hearing the hermetic seals his and a whiff of pipe smoke trickled into the disco as the fox walked through, closing the door behind him. The men he'd come here to see were already seated.
The bear, Ben, was talking had his back to him. The boar, Steve was filling his pipe. The coonhound, the Chance saw him. Maj raised a finger to the side of his nose and stood behind the bear.
"The badger sat on the bed, not sure what had just happened. Not even sure he'd had the guts to really do what he'd just done. And all the bear had done was nod, stand silent for a moment, then put on his jacket and say, 'Stay here. I'll be right back.'" the bear was saying.
"Hello Maj. Have a seat, so I can continue my story."
"How'd..." Maj began.
"Saw your reflection in Steve's glasses. Now sit and after I finish my story, you've got to tell us where you've been for three months."
Maj took a seat and clipped the end of the stogie in his breast pocket, lighting up as the bear continued.
"Chris felt all jittery, finally turning on the TV, hoping to soothe his nerves. It didn't do any good. In all his nineteen years, he'd never been so nervous. He looked over at the ephemera on the bear's night stand. There was a pipe, and a leather pouch. The badger sniffed, enjoying the scent of tobacco and leather. He nearly threw the pouch across the room when the door handle jiggled. He quickly replaced the pouch and sat on the bed as the bear unlocked the door. The bear was carrying a plastic bag, out of which he produced a box of condoms, a bottle of lube, and a bar of chocolate.
'I thought about your request, Chris. I'll do it on one condition. You have to do as I tell you.' the bear rumbled.
Chris felt his muzzle get very dry and the stark reality of the box of condoms and lube left little doubt in his mind what the bear was going to do. And he'd asked for it!
The bear disrobed in front of the startled badger, 'Relax, Chris. Get naked and get into bed with me.' The bear had made no move towards the condoms. Chris felt like someone else was removing his clothes and distracted by the scent of the bear as he crawled into bed, his cock so stiff it felt like it'd shatter.
'Relax, Chris. You wanted this, remember? Now I'm going to do all the work at first. Just relax,' the bear rumbled and opened the box of condoms, fishing one out of it's foil wrapper. But instead of unrolling it on his thick ursine cock, Chris widened his eyes in surprise has the bear unrolled the condom on his longer, thinner cock
'Charles,' the badger began.
'Shh...' the bear said, 'I'm going to take your virginity and the best way I've found is to do it like this.'
The bear squirted lube on his fingers and reached behind him, then knelt over Chris, placing the stiff badger meat at his pucker.
'Now look at me Chris as I lower myself onto you.' the bear rumbled.
Chris felt warmth and tightness as the bear's tailhole sank smoothly down on his cock, grinding slightly, then lifting up. Chris knew exactly what to do next, bucking his hips as instinct took over, cumming quickly and filling the condom in what seemed like seconds of wild thrusting.
The bear had expected a quick cum from the badger, so after the badger quit squirming and thrusting and just lay there panting in afterglow, he rolled off and started filling his pipe.
Chris looked over at the bear, 'That was... Wow...'
The bear grinned, exhaling smoke as the match flame popped up over the bowl.
'But what about you?' Chris asked. He'd cum, but the bear hadn't.
'You don't need to do anything.' the bear rumbled. 'It was your first time. I'm fine with a quickie and a snuggle.'
Surprised by his boldness, Chris pushed the bear back against the headboard causing a thump and spilling hot ashes onto the bear's chest, making him wince. 'No. I'm taking you inside me.'
The bear tamped his pipe and re-lit it as the badger struggled with a lube-streaked condom wrapper, finally getting it open and then rolling it down his hard cock. The badger then poured lube on his fingers.
'Use a lot,' the bear said. 'Too much is just enough!'
The badger knelt over the bear's hard cock and watched him puff on his pipe.
'You don't have to do this,' the bear said as the badger started to slowly sit on his cock.
'Shut up and smoke your pipe!' the badger said, feeling his pucker spread wide, then wider, stopping then starting as he lowered his tailhole down at a slow pace, not feeling any pain at all, but an unbelievable fullness.
The badger bottomed out on the bear's stubbyness and leaned forward into his chest fur, high on endorphins, the bear musk, and pipe smoke.
Charles let his feelings soften when the badger snuggled into him. He hadn't been expecting his visit to turn into a one-night trick, but Chris had been surprisingly bold and he couldn't think of a reason not to answer his request. And his tailhole felt nice squeezing his cock. He started pumping slowly, waiting for Chris to match his rhythm, then lengthening into long strokes as the badger held on to his bulk. The badger spurted a second load in mid-fuck, cementing the two of them together. The bear was puffing on his pipe like a bellows, the bowl was warm against the badger's cheek as he spurted into the condom with a roar.
The badger gingerly got up off the bear's cock as it softened, rolling to the side. The bear had dropped his pipe when he roared out his orgasm, spilling ashes on the bed and putting the pipe out. He watched as the bear tamped down the dottle in the bowl and re-lit, then snuggled close when the bear opened his arms wide.
'And now what. And what's the chocolate for?' Chris asked.
'Well...' the bear said, 'You get dressed and I drive you home. Unless you told your parents you might be staying the night. The chocolate is for you, since you don't smoke.'"
The table erupted in polite golf claps.
"What? Too rote?" the Ben asked.
"Nah... Sweet as usual. 'Sides, you didn't meet all the story requirements," Chance drawled.
"Yep," Steve concurred. "The theme was 'Chocolate and Seduction'. And 'since you don't smoke' was kind of a week way to work it in."
"Alright. The story still gets published anyway,right. Now..." Ben took out his pouch and started filling his pipe, "It's time for Maj to tell us where he's been for the past three months. You seemed to have fallen off the face of the planet, Maj. Your unit get called up?"
"No. If it had, one of you three, at least, would have been called up, too. You remember the last war." Maj said, dropping the butt of his cigar into an ashtray.
"Yeah," Chance said.
"I don't. War?" Steve asked.
"Before your time, Earther," Ben rumbled. "The closest analogue I can think of from your planet is Israel. Everyone here is a member of the armed forces on stand-by. The government is set up to recall any of us at a moment's notice."
"Oh. I guess that makes sense. And it explains why you always have a ready military." Steve grunted. "I guess transplants like me don't get drafted?"
"Naw," Chance said. "Yer loyalties are suspect, being a viral-transform. We can't know fer sure what yew'd do if'n ya had yer tail on th' line. Or if'n someone had offered ya a cure an' passage home."
"Well.. alright," Steve sweated, trying to figure out how to get past the subject. "What have you been up to, Maj?"
"Oh... nothing much," Maj said. "But it seems that I've moved into a new place, I'm in a new relationship, and I'm going to be a Father."
The room was suddenly silent. Maj's timing couldn't have been better as the DJ shift in the club outside was changing. The fox reached into his bag and drew out a folder.
"You wrote something?" Ben said.
"Yeah. Third-person, because writing well in first-person is too hard." Maj said.
"Well go ahead and read it. And congratulations." Ben poked into his pipe with a pick, then struck a match.
"Who's the lucky Fem?" Chance said, obviously shocked because he forgot to drawl.
"For now, I'll call her Cindy. And him, Toby. It's complicated." Maj said, opening the folder. The fox cleared his throat, took a long pull from his bottle of cider, then began.
"'Maj walked up the stairs, butterflies in his stomach, wondering if he'd actually be able to keep his appointment. Still, nagging bills and a gambling debt steeled him as he counted the step.'"
"Gamblin' debt," Chance howled in laughter. "You? The accountant?"
"Well... I couldn't let a good story go without embellishing a bit. And I had a moment of weakness and bought a lottery ticket that night, so it's technically true." Maj answered. "Now do you want me to tell this story or not."
"Alright. Sorry. Please continue."
"Now where was I? '198... 199... 200... 201... 202... 203...204. You'd think a building like this one would have an elevator.' the fox panted, opening the door and walking down the hall.
'The agency's invoice says apartment 8-B. there it is.'
The fox hesitated, then knocked on the door. There was no answer.
The fox knocked again, and still no answer.
The fox knocked a third time and heard a muffled, 'Just a minute!' followed by, about thirty seconds later, a skunk in an obviously hastily-thrown on robe.
'Hi. I'm Maj. If you're name is Cindy, we had an appointment.'
'Cindy... No. I'm Theresa. You sure you have the right apartment?'
The fox consulted his invoice, feeling the skunk's bare breasts on his back as she looked over his shoulder.
'Oh! Cindy and Toby! They're in apartment 8-P, at the far end of the hall. I get their mail sometimes.'
The skunk looked fox up and down, 'How about when you finish up with them, you come pay me a visit. I think I might pay for your services.'
Maj blushed hard. Obviously the skunk had read the company name on the invoice and gotten the wrong idea.
'It's not what you think,' Maj began.
The skunk turned her back to him, looking over her shoulder as she closed the door. 'It never is.'
Maj walked to the end of the hall, still not sure what he'd gotten himself into. The ad said 'sperm donor', and he'd been expecting a paper cup and a bad porno. But the agency explained that freezing was too risky for Furry sperm, so a personal delivery to the customer was in order. The procedure was explained and he was given his kit, and told that they'd call him. Then they wrote him a check in advance.
Maj knocked on the door. There was a brief rustle as someone looked through the peep-hole and then opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, Maj felt his jaw drop in shock. He hadn't seen Toby in nearly twenty years, but he thought of him often. And Toby had opened the door.
Toby was a Beagle. He'd made a fortune in the hunts, parleying his success into real estate. Maj had seen newspaper articles about him and collected every interview he could find. Toby had also been his first boyfriend.
'Well, Maj. Are you going to stand there and stare, or are you going to come in. Cindy and I have been waiting for you.' Toby said, stepping out of the doorway.
A tall vixen walked into the room, wearing a t-shirt and sandals. 'You're Maj?' she asked.
'Yes. And you're Cindy.' Maj felt his muzzle go dry, wondering exactly how he was going to handle this. The procedure was easy, but this meet and chit-chat felt awkward. Especially with the wife of his old flame.
'Sit down, Maj. Can we get you anything? A soda? Water?' Toby asked.
'Water's fine.' Maj answered.
The fox sat quietly, feeling awkward, trying to figure out how to start a conversation as he felt a cold bottle press into the back of his neck.
'Cider's better. You didn't think I'd forget your drink of choice, did you?' Toby said, sitting down as the fox stared at the bottle in his paw.
'Well...' Maj began.
'I explained our old relationship to Cindy. To tell the truth, I was surprised to see your name on the Agency's form. I paid a couple of friends to check to make sure it was you.' Toby placed his arm around Cindy's shoulders.
Cindy smiled at Maj, 'Don't get your hopes up. We're following protocol the first time, at least. You did bring your kit?'
Maj nodded. 'I haven't had the nerve to open it.'
'Well open it, silly.' Cindy said.
Maj relaxed when he opened the kit to find a turkey baster, a metal cup, and a condom.
'So, you go into the next room, jerk off, and then leave up with the cup and the syringe. You can go whenever you're ready.' the vixen said.
'Oh. And you need me why?' Maj asked.
'Well... I suffered a sports injury. It's not common knowledge,' Toby said.
'Well then. I'll get started, so I can get out of your fur.' Maj said, getting up.
'Yes. Let's.' Cindy said, directing Maj to a bedroom and closing the door.
Maj stood in the guest bedroom, looking at his sheathed cock as dropped by pants to the floor. Cindy seemed nice enough, and it was obvious she doted on Toby. And she seemed just a bit cold and jealous. What Toby and he'd had was twenty year ago. He remembered when Toby broke things off.
'I have to provide an heir, Maj.' Toby said. 'My parents wouldn't accept an adopted son. They don't have a problem with us fucking around, but they think it's time I started seeing Fems.'
Maj had been crushed. He heard a creak on the floor, and a muffled grunt followed by, 'He's right in that room.' Cindy's voice.
'I know, honey. And knowing Maj, he's probably limp. We're going to have to give him some encouragement. Do you want to have a baby or not.' Toby's voice.
'I do. You know I do.'
'Then let's do this. Give him some encouragement.'
Maj couldn't believe his ears. It sounded like Toby and Cindy were going to get it on right in the next room. He heard a thump as Toby's sizable belt buckle hit the floor and a rustling on the couch. Soon he heard a steady creak and a soft moan. There was no doubt about it, Toby and Cindy were, indeed, fucking in the next room.
Maj could just imagine Toby's sizable cock out of it's sheath, glistening red, the knot growing as he thrust into Cindy, beating a rhythm Maj was familiar with from twenty years ago.
Maj clearly remembered that night. He and Toby had rented a motel room the weekend before Prom. They each knew it'd be their last time together.
'I've got to cut this off, Maj,' Toby had said during one of their daily stroke sessions after school. 'Janice has been accepting so far, but she's expecting me to choose, you or her.'
Maj looked at Toby, 'Alright. You can have your girlfriend, but I get one night with you.'
That night, Maj bottomed for Toby. The two had gone through an entire box of condoms over the weekend, then parted as friends. After graduation, Maj had gone off to one college, Toby another.
The couple in the next room were reaching their climax. Maj was as hard as a rock and his cock dripped. He unrolled a condom over his member and started stroking along with the noise in the next room.
'uh.. uh... deeper!' he heard Cindy moan. He could hear Toby panting; could almost feel again the memory of the hound's hot breath on the nape of his neck as the fox stroked his condom-clad hardness. He was getting close.
Maj heard a muffled grunt, followed by a long moan from Cindy. The couple in the next room was cooling down. Toby must be tied with Cindy. Maj remembered Toby's thick knot, the pressure of the copious spooge in his tailhole, blocked and full. The gentle pawing from his lover, leading him to cum all over his chest as he panted, muffled a grunt, and filled the condom.
Maj carefully pulled the condom off his cock, filled the Dixie cup, washed his hands and tidied up. Then he put his pants back on. The fox walked out of the room to find Toby and Cindy, lounging in the sitting room. He placed the metal cup of fresh Maj spooge on the table and put on his coat.
'Call me if you need this donation doesn't take,' he said, and let himself out of the apartment before Toby and Cindy could say a word. Maj couldn't remember leaving the building or getting into his car.
The fox drove home, trying to get a grip on old feelings. Toby was still handsome and still a provider. but the relationship just wasn't meant to be.
Maj focused on his life. Work, bills to pay, writing, a good cigar. These were what he did. It was no good. He called up the playdates he'd scheduled and cancelled. Meaningless hook-ups weren't going to make him feel better.
A week later, Maj came home from work to find his voice mail indicator blinking. It'd been blinking every day since he'd left Toby and Cindy's apartment. He checked caller ID and was just about to hit delete when the phone rang. The fox was so startled that his paw hit delete, then picked up the phone.
'Maj! Good, I found you at home! Don't go anywhere. I'll be at your door in ninety seconds.' It was Toby and before Maj could say anything, the dog hung up.
'Damn that dog,' Maj thought. Even after twenty years, he still knows how to keep me in one place, waiting for him. Maj had just placed the phone back in it's charging cradle when there was a knock on the door. Maj swallowed the lump in his throat and opened the door.
In the hallway dimness, Toby looked older, but it was definitely his old boyfriend, standing there, holding a single tulip. Toby stepped in the room before Maj could say anything, and the fox found himself holding the flower.
'Put that in water of something, Maj. Then we're going out. It's not a date. Just a chance to talk and catch up on the past twenty years,' Toby said. I'll be right out in the hall, waitin' on ya.' And the dog stepped right back outside the door, closing it behind him.
Maj blinked at the flower, still not having said anything. He knew he was being manipulated by someone that used to know him well, but he couldn't think of a reason to say 'No'. So he walked to the kitchen, dropped the tulip in a glass of water, pulled on his coat, and walked out to find Toby fiddling with his cell phone.
'Okay, Toby,' Maj said, 'Where are we going?'
The beagle slipped his smart phone into a pocket. 'The park, to start. Then, if you're still with me, dinner and a movie. I sort-of lied about this not being a date.' The dog smiled, and Maj smiled back in spite of himself.
'How's Cindy. Did the treatment take?' Maj asked as the two canines headed down the stairs to the street.
'You mean is she pregnant? The test yesterday didn't indicate a chemical pregnancy, so apparently not. We might need another donation from you in a month or so. And before you start, she knows I'm out with you. It was her idea that I re-start my friendship with you.' The two stood in front of the Beagle's electric car.
'So you know what I've been doing for the past twenty years,' Toby said as he looked into the retinal scanner to start the car, 'I'm famous. What have you been doing?'
Maj did know what Toby had been doing. He'd built a scrapbook of newspaper clippings, printouts, and photos, including the dog's retirement from dog ball and the starting of his business ventures.
'Oh... nothing much. I went to college and came out an accountant...' Maj began. He quickly lost track of the next three hours as he and Toby talked about the past twenty years. They talked all through dinner and decided to skip the movie, ending up back at Maj's apartment, out on his tiny balcony, overlooking the rainy streets below.
The two had just gotten comfortable when Maj started to think that a cigar would make the evening perfect. He was just about to ask if Toby would mind when Toby opened his jacket pocket and withdrew a cellophane-wrapped, dark brown torpedo and handed it too him. Maj glanced at the cigar band and gasped as Toby busied himself filling a familiar-looking long-stemmed pipe.
'You remembered... And is that pipe?' Maj began.
'Of course I did. You'd snagged a handful from your Dad's cigar box, remember? And yes, it is the same pipe I snagged from my human neighbour. He told me to keep it when I finally got up the nerve to give it back to him.'
'These haven't been imported in nearly fifteen years,' Maj said.
'I'm a resourceful dog,' Toby grinned. 'Besides, my doctor has me on a strict one pipe a day regimen. It'd hardly be polite for me to smoke if I didn't have something to offer you.'
Maj smiled, unwrapping the cigar and snipped the end off with his cigar cutter as Toby filled his pipe. After lighting up, the two sat on the covered swing, watching their smoke drift away in the drizzle in silence. Toby's arm felt nice around Maj's shoulders.
'Strict regimen?' Maj asked.
'Yeah. I had a bout of colitis a couple years back. The nicotine helps keep it in check.'
After an hour of smoking and chatting, Toby emptied his pipe and looked at Maj. 'Well... this has been like old times. Want to finish it like we used to before I go home?'
Maj felt his heart skip a beat and his cock harden. And then took a deep breath, 'Yes. Of course I do. It'd be fun,' he started.
'But no, Toby. You've got Cindy and over the past twenty years, I've made a few mistakes that I've learned from. I don't come between couples, and I don't do anything with anyone I know has a partner unless I hear it from both that it's okay.' Maj could feel tears welling in his eyes but grinned. 'And then I come between them, usually.'
Toby hugged him tightly, 'I'm sorry, Maj. I didn't mean to drag up old, bad feelings. Still very much The fox, ehh?'
'No... It's alright. Thanks for this evening, Toby. And those hook-ups don't happen very often.' Maj got up to show Toby to the door.
Toby turned around at the door and wrapped Maj in what he thought would be another hug, but turned into a deep, lingering kiss, filled with the taste and scent of the dog's tobacco. He could feel the dog's hard-on against his own as their bodies ground against each other.
'For old-time's sake, Maj. I'll call you, and we'll have to do this again, soon,' Toby said. Then he walked out the door, leaving Maj wandering around his apartment. Out on the balcony, he found Toby's pipe still in the ashtray as he tidied up, before heading to bed.
Later, the fox stared at the ceiling in the dark before giving in and taking himself in-paw, reliving high school memories of himself, Toby, a handful of cigars, and the warm, moist softness of the dog's tongue as his pawed off against the cool sheets and warm comforter.
Three weeks passed by. Maj had cleaned the pipe and put it in his hardly-used pipe rack. He kept expecting Toby to return after such a nice pipe, but he heard nothing. After two weeks, he got e-mail from the agency, telling him that Toby and Cindy had requested another session. Maj made a note to return the pipe when he went.
Maj took the stairs again, eight flights. He walked down the hall and heard a chime, watching as what he'd thought was a broom closet open and Cindy step out. So there was an elevator...
'Hello Maj,' Cindy said to the panting Maj as she stepped out of the elevator. 'Just as punctual as Toby said you'd be.'
Cindy unlocked the door to her apartment and motioned for Maj to join her. She dropped her handbag on the table. 'Sit anywhere. Can I get you anything?'
'A glass of water would be fine,' Maj said, taking a seat on the same couch he had sat on a month ago. It wasn't any more comfortable than it was then.
Cindy returned with the same brand of cider Toby had given him last time. 'Don't be silly. I guess I might as well jump in,' Cindy said, sitting in an armchair facing the fox. 'I understand Toby hit on you hard a couple of weeks ago and you turned him down flat.'
Oh shit, Maj thought. 'Well...' the fox cleared his suddenly dry throat. He took a long pull off the cider to steady his nerves and quell his suddenly dry throat. 'Yes, I did. He told you about that?'
Cindy laughed long and hard, 'Goodness yes. I'm sorry, Maj. You see... I wanted to know what kind of person would be Fathering my baby. The fact that the agency sent over Toby's old flame made me even more curious. So we set you up. Toby told me I was being silly, but I wanted to know.'
'You mean Toby wouldn't have...' Maj began.
'Oh no. Toby had my complete permission to play. But we wouldn't have kept you as a potential donor.' Cindy said.
'Anyhow, let me make it up to you. Have you eaten yet?' Cindy asked.
'Well, no...' Maj began.
'Then I insist on taking you out to dinner!' Cindy said, and before Maj knew it he was downstairs in the passenger seat of the same car he'd been in three weeks earlier. Cindy drove fast and wild, making the poor Maj freak at first, then enjoy the thrill of the ride.
Dinner was tense at first, but Maj soon found Cindy a delightful conversationalist. Before he knew it, dinner was over and three hours had passed by. The two rode the elevator back up to Cindy's apartment and Maj found the couch much more comfortable as Cindy busied herself, fetching them each a nightcap.
'So... Now it's my turn,' Cindy said, sitting next to Maj on the couch. 'I want you as our donor. Exclusively. And I think we can dispense with that silly turkey baster!' Cindy locked his muzzle with hers in a kiss, an over-powering cloud of Maj pheromones started doing their work, making Maj instantly hard.
'Wait. No." Maj said. 'I meant what I told Toby. I don't come between couples.'
'We know,' another voice said. Toby walked out of the room Maj had produced his donation in a month ago. Stark naked. 'I'm here, and I think this will work out just fine.
Maj felt his throb harden at the sight of his Ex, naked. Cindy had lost her clothes, too, and was lying back on the chase lounge.
Toby expertly unbuttoned the frozen Maj's pants and removed his shirt.
'Now just relax. Oh good. See, Cindy? Maj's hard already,' Toby said before wrapping his lips around the fox's dripping shaft. Maj couldn't help himself but respond as he felt very warm, smelling pipe tobacco in Toby's fur. Maj remembered placing Toby's pipe on the coffee-table before he and Cindy had left. It was gone, obviously used while the hound awaited their return.
Cindy had time to arrange the furniture and lay back, spreading her legs during the surprise blow job. 'Alright. I'm ready.'
Toby removed his sucking muzzle from the fox's hardness with a smack of his lips. 'Now relax, Maj. I'm going to guide you into Cindy's snatch. Now kneel in front of Cindy,' Toby whispered into the fox's ear.
Maj felt Toby's warm paw encircle his member. 'Just relax as I put you in.' Toby said, rubbing the engorged tip of Maj's hardness against Cindy's labial folds and clit. Cindy gasped and moaned.
'See? She's a vixen and she likes this part. Now we push in...' Toby pushed his hips forward, his hard cock under Maj's tail, his causing Maj's cock to sink into the warm wetness of Cindy.
'Now see? The rest is just pumping away.' Toby breathed into his ear, using his paws to move fox's hips, teasing the canine tip of his hardness under the fox's tail. Maj felt his cock pump into the warm wetness. Cindy pinched and pulled his nipples.
'Ah...' Maj moaned in pain and pleasure.
'That's right, Maj. Pump my wife. We're doing this together, so it's like I'm fucking her.' Toby said.
'Yes, you two studs. Now stop yacking and fuck me!' Cindy nearly yelled.
Maj felt a warm wetness as Toby licked his tailhole, nearly cumming as Cindy came hard, spasming on his dick. He pumped harder into the vixen, encouraged by the long, wet canine tongue and the warm moistness around his dick. The licking suddenly stopped and Maj felt hardness under his tail.
'Cindy?' Toby began.
'Yes! Do it! Fuck your old boyfriend and make him cum into me!' Cindy said, opening her eyes and looking over Maj's sholder at her husband's erect and dripping state.
Maj felt his muzzle thrust between Cindy's breasts as Toby yanked his tail up. Cindy licked and then locked his muzzle in a kiss as Toby pushed his cock deep into Maj's tailhole, the thrusting driving Maj deeper into Cindy. The three of them, vixen, Maj, and hound, worked into a rhythm driving ear other forward until Maj came the hardest he'd ever come in his life, deep into Cindy, feeling Toby pump furiously as a minute later the hound pushed in hard, his knot sliding into the fox's tailhole. All three were tied together as the hound beat relentless short strokes against the fox's prostate, pushing more fox cum into Cindy before the hound howled and Maj felt the familiar sensation of his bowels being flooded with doggie cum.
The three slowly peeled themselves apart, panting.
'You are going to be back next week. And the week after. Until I'm properly knocked up. we might even make this arrangement permanent.'
'Yes, Cindy.' Maj panted."
Ben, Chance, and Steve sat for a moment.
"So... how much of that was bullshit,' Steve asked, re-lighting the pipe that had gone out during the fox's story.
"It's sort-of true. I changed the names and Toby's species to produce a story that our host could publish. I also left out the two months of making really sure and a good deal of the romance," Maj said, stubbing out the cigar that had burned to a butt.
"That reminds me. The three of you and your partners are invited to the penthouse for our official engagement party. Steve and Sally asked me last night an I said 'yes'."
"Wait... Steve Curhound? The dogs ball champion and real estate mogul?" Ben began.
"The very same," Maj said. "Now I've got to get going. Sally and I have a date tonight. Steve wants us to get to know each other better."
"And I'll bet you three fuck like bunnies when you get home," the Steve grumbled.
"Well... yeah." Maj said, draining his cider and heading to the door.
"Maj. Married. I guess even the most foxy fox grows up sometime," the Chance said as he lit his pipe. "Now it's time for my story."