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--Chapter One: Closing time at Sarah's bookstore

This was not the first time Sarah had been interested in a customer. It seemed inevitable that in the process of running her humble bookstore, she would encounter men who shared her interests and were also desirable. What made this customer different was that he came in nearly every day. He always smiled her way, and though the elephant was well beyond the age of puppy love and snap decisions, she had begun to think that his looks were meaningful.

The last time he was in, he discreetly purchased a novel whose cover showed a heavy, naked rhinoceros woman in repose. Sarah got a peek at his debit card as he swiped it and saw his name was Desmond Lankett. She thought it was a handsome name for a handsome man.

She looked at the analog clock on the wall, preferring it to her phone. It was four in the afternoon, nearly time to close, and that was usually when he came to her store. Sarah realized why he had this habit one night as she lay reading the same novel with the rhinoceros on the cover: he was embarrassed. The books he enjoyed, the same books she enjoyed, bordered on filth. He came when the shop was ready to close because he knew nobody else would be in. The idea that Desmond preferred her store to the total anonymity of the internet made her smile, and it reinforced the meaning she attached to the brief looks he gave her.

The door opened with a soothing chime at five past the hour. Sarah greeted Desmond with a pleasant smile. "Good afternoon," she said and leaned on the counter, having to stoop so far that she was nearly bent over. She stood over eight feet tall, and though the ceiling of her store accommodated her size, the furniture was built for the more average sizes of her customers. "Can I help you find anything today?"

"Aw, nah, I know what I'm after," Desmond said with an air of shame. He gave the elephant his usual smile, though his eyes were nervous. "I won't be long. You don't mind, do you?"

"My night isn't looking very busy," the elephant said. Yet, _she thought, watching the fox walk across the entryway into the rows of shelves. His enormous, banded tail swished behind him. She stepped around the counter and turned around the _Yes, we're open sign to read Sorry, we're closed then followed after Desmond.

She lost him briefly but regained him as he strolled near the romance novels. For an elephant weighing more than a ton, she moved with unlikely grace. Desmond flinched when he noticed her, then smiled lamely, ears flattening. "Aw, these books-, you know, they're kinda-."

"Whatever you read is your business," Sarah replied. "I happen to like some of these novels, myself."

He eyed her dubiously. "Do you?"

Sarah smiled and reached for the shelf. Her thick fingers pulled out a familiar novel with a rhinoceros on its cover. "The Horn Bandits by Catherine Mayhew. Her writing evokes a powerful mental image, wouldn't you say so?"

Desmond stared at the back of the novel. Most of its cover was obscured by her large digits, but he knew every detail. A weak smile curved his jowls. "I suppose it does. Yes." His paws sank into the pockets of his hoodie. "Um. What's your favorite novel of hers?"

"Why, this one," Sarah replied, and showed him the front cover. "I have to admit, if we're being candid, that the primary character appeals to me. A large, somewhat heavy lady with gray skin, coveted by smaller men who wish to conquer her." She laughed girlishly but wondered if she was making him uncomfortable. No, she assured herself, his smiles had to mean something. "Ah, what about you, Desmond?"

He looked at her closely and she was sure that her flirtations were about to crash and burn. How did you know my name? she imagined him asking in an accusatory tone, and she would never see him again. Instead he smiled, but it was devious, very cunning even for a fox. His green eyes narrowed and he moved into her personal space. "My favorite? Probably The Brood Mare. If we're being candid, like you said, I loved the male lead. Servant and lover to the lady mare, there to fill the void in her life as a widow? That's a fun fantasy." He laughed self-consciously, losing the edge of his foxy expression. He remarked, "Her being so big compared to him was a plus."

Sarah slid the novel back into its place. She looked down at Desmond with her warm magenta eyes. "That's an excellent book as well. It seems to me like you have good taste in fiction as well as women." Their gazes locked. Sarah intuited the bond she now shared with this handsome blonde-haired stranger who enjoyed the same horny housewife novels that she did.

A less lustful part of her mind reminded her of why he was there in the first place. Her tone was then that of a daydreamer pulled back into reality. "Oh, which novel were you looking for?" Her fingers touched the spines of several identical hardcover books. "I have Mayhew's newest right here."

Desmond touched her heavy hand. She turned her head quickly to look at him and blushed, but her expression remained even. "I'm not worried about the novel right now, it can wait," he said, curling his fingers around her hand as much as he could. He was incredibly small beside her.

The elephant's ever-present smile widened. "Desmond, would you like to walk home with me? The weather is supposed to be rather dreary tonight. I was thinking of curling up with a book, but I think it would be far more stimulating if I had a friend to chat with. Someone who loves the same literature I do." Her eyelids batted amorously and she stroked her thumb along the back of his paw.

"My night's wide open," Desmond said with a shrug and a smile. "I ought to warn you that I've read The Horn Bandits about six times."

Sarah grinned. "Only six? You're hardly a real fan, then." She prodded his nose, playfully pressing it like a button. "Come with me. I don't live far off."

--Chapter Two: Sarah's home

Being in Sarah's house made Desmond feel like a small child. All of the furniture was sized for her colossal frame save two chairs. One was in the kitchen, the other in the den near the fireplace surrounded by her vast personal collection of books. Her home had a pleasant charm. The cream-hued stucco walls had many nooks in them, all tastefully decorated with porcelain knickknacks. Desmond would have pegged the house's owner as a grandmother had he not known better.

Desmond had only just hung up his hoodie when the rain began to pour. They exchanged amused looks. "Good timing," he said.

"I would imagine getting soaked is troublesome for you," the elephant said, smiling. Her heavy hand curled under his chin and stroked his throat. "It's no trouble for me. Water slides right off of my thick, gray hide."

Desmond smiled impishly. His ears splayed against his head and he leaned into her touch. "You really do like The Horn Bandits. All those scenes of her under the waterfall..."

"Indeed." She leaned low, gave him a kiss on the cheek. Her trunk curled momentarily around his head, petting his hair like a third hand. "It's my favorite book for a reason. Would you care to know my favorite scene?"

As she spoke, Sarah led Desmond away from the entryway and into her den. Her wide, womanly hips swayed at his eye-level and her jeans left nothing of her shape to the imagination. Mesmerized by her behind, Desmond murmured, "Sure, yeah."

Sarah stopped short in her den and Desmond crashed into her ass. He pulled away quickly and she glanced over her shoulder. "Why did you move?" She winked and chuckled. "I thought you might stay up against me. The Lady's best feature was her great, round bottom... I assumed that might be your favorite part of her."

Desmond uttered a shaky, nervous laugh. He looked at her behind, then dared to meet her eyes. "What was your favorite scene?" he asked her, still blushing and grinning. Before she could answer, he asked, "And what's your name? I-, uh, I don't think I ever got it."

"I'm Sarah," she said, realizing herself that she had never told him.

"You already know mine," the fox replied, and his smiled regained its earlier edge. "Somehow."

The elephant blushed. "Yes. Somehow." She sat in the reading chair fit for her size. When she saw Desmond start for the opposite chair which resembled hers in every way but was sized for smaller guests, she stopped him. "There's no need for you to sit so far away. My chair has plenty of room."

Desmond looked at her in her big, rustic chair and smirked. "Your lap has room. You want me to sit on you?"

Sarah shrugged and smiled. Desmond clambered into the chair with her. He settled against her, back to her belly, head on her breasts which a snug tee contained. With a quiet sigh, he relaxed his muscles and welcomed her gentle touch on his body. "You're comfortable."

"I do enjoy a good cuddle," Sarah admitted. "Ah, but my favorite scene... let me tell you."

The foxcoon pawed Sarah's heavy hands. He closed his eyes, listened to her voice and the patter of the rain. "I'm willing to bet it's my favorite part, too. But I'd like to hear you tell it anyway."

She giggled. "Then shush." She closed her eyes as well. Just like Desmond did, she reveled in the relaxing sound of the rain. She felt at ease despite the distant burn in her loins, the desire felt for the handsome fox in her lap. "I'm sure I'm paraphrasing," she modestly lied, "but I think it went, but it was not the bandit's desire to saw off her horn, not any longer, for now he desired only the mountainous rolls of her prosperous body and the swollen teardrops which were her bosoms. The milk had run dry from them ages ago but to suckle her brought Lady and Bandit nearer than the most lecherous touch. He entered her body, a passage of silken flesh, once cold to the bandit, now welcoming, even needful."

Desmond, who had begun to smile as she recounted the passage, reached back and touched Sarah's belly. Sarah wasn't fat in the way the Horned Lady was, but hers was still a fair paunch. It fit an elephant well. "Mmhmm," he cooed. "That's the same scene I like."

Sarah slid her fingers down Desmond's body. They brushed the groin of his jeans. The denim was tented, though not very far. Sarah seemed not to mind and began to rub his erection with her thick fingers. "It seems you really like it."

The fox squirmed and huffed. At the same time, his fingers dug into her belly's soft hide, then released. His toes curled. "Maybe-, maybe I just enjoy a good recital."

She was growing wet much as he was already stiff. She squeezed his penis between her thumb and forefinger, but a pinch from her was a grope from a smaller hand. His moan made her smile. "Would you care to help me reenact that scene, Desmond?" She uttered a small laugh and said, "Why, you've already got a bandit's mask on. It's perfect."

"Only thing we're missing is your horn," Desmond teased. "Mmm, let's do it. I haven't done any roleplay stuff in a long time."

--Chapter Three: Lady and Bandit

Sarah supposed their play could have been more elaborate, but it seemed foolish to chance killing what had been a run of perfect coincidences. She opened the fly of her jeans and sat on her oak-framed bed which supported her weight without protest. Supplementing the weak sunlight filtering through the darkening clouds and her peach curtains the reading lamp on the night stand. Her waiting form cut stark shadows in its light.

"You mustn't do this," said Sarah, voice small and plaintive. "My horn is all I've left in this world."

Desmond's smile was one of eager arousal. That was not exactly the face of the bandit as she imagined it, the coyote in the book being a stolid presence to her, but it was an interpretation she liked. "Your horn's no good to you if you never use it. When's the last time you had to fight for your life?" He pressed up to Sarah and was eye-level with her neckline. He looked past her trunk, into her eyes. "If you need it so badly, prove it now, Lady. Run me through."

The elephant pulled a melodramatic expression of pouted lip, cowed eyes, and ears flattened to the sides of her head. "Please," she whimpered. "Take anything, anything but my horn."

"Anything," Desmond repeated, growling. He kissed her neckline, chained his kisses down into the neck of her shirt. It was not very low-cut, being a simple tee. "Anything, you say, Lady?"

"My god," Sarah cried. "Is it truly me you crave? Me, in this unspeakable way?"

The foxcoon peeled up Sarah's shirt, baring her belly and the huge cups of her bra. It was tinted to match her eyes, its fabric without frills. Desmond reached around her back to unclasp it and buried his snout in her seemingly bottomless cleavage at the same time. The bristle of his whiskers and fur made her break character with a shriek of "That tickles!"

He popped the clasp and her heavy breasts jiggled loose. Desmond slopped his tongue up through her cleavage then smooched her on the lips. "As fur will on your hide, Lady." He palmed her breasts in his greedy paws. "Now shall I take from you, or from your precious horn?"

Sarah sighed in resignation. She laid back slowly on her bed and her matched panties showed under her opened fly. "Be gentle with me, ignoble marauder. I am but a fair lady."

"A fair lady," Desmond murmured, pulling her jeans down by the legs, "who happens to have a very nice ass."

"Oh, Desmond," she giggled. "Please."

With her pants removed, Desmond stood between her parted legs and ran his palm along the crease of her pussylips. The fabric of her panties clung to the wet lips like a film, and the heat was incredible. "I'm sorry. I was never that good at school plays." He looked over her enormous, gray body as if taking in a sprawling landscape. His tongue dragged across his sticky jowl lips. The slow undulation of her breasts enticed him, but so did the thick wet loins beneath his fingers. He added his other paw to the rub, and soon Sarah began to huff for him. "Mmh. You who seemed so opposed to this, now so very moist beneath my touch," he said in the most imperious voice he could manage.

Sarah uttered a small whine. "Please, handsome thief, I cannot help myself. It has been so long since I've known this wicked touch."

Desmond, who had stopped following the book a few paragraphs ago, slipped his furry digits under the waistband. "First you beg me not to take your horn. Then beg me not to take this. Now you beg me to do exactly this." As he pulled down her panties, they inverted at the groin and clung to her vulva. The sight of her glimmering female flesh made Desmond shiver. He growled, "Will you beg me to take your horn after all before this encounter ends?"

The elephant touched her trunk protectively. "No. No, I cannot bear to lose that." She looked down at Desmond and her eyes locked with his. A narrow smile creased her lips.

Desmond smiled back and failed to stifle a laugh. "What? What is it?"

"This is-, it's a little bit silly," Sarah admitted, "and I have the feeling you're not remembering the book quite as clearly as I am."

The foxcoon winked. He wriggled two fingers into her, but found her oversized and added a third. Over Sarah's shiver at his entry, he said, "Some of the best performances in the world were ad-libbed, y'know. Lady."

"Then you go ahead and ad-lib all you want." She laid back entirely, clasping her chubby fingers above her belly. "Mmm. Your fingers are so warm."

"Are they?" Desmond asked, sound mildly surprised. "You feel awfully warm yourself." He curled his fingers and drew them back. A fluid nearly as thick as syrup clung to them, bridging his fingertips and her pussylips. His tail swayed, breathing quickened. "God damn, you're wet."

Sarah closed her eyes and smiled. "That can get a little embarrassing, honestly. Glad you seem to like it."

He snickered, starting to pump her with his long raccoon fingers. He curled them each time and pressed into the ceiling of her vagina. His touch massaged the vulnerable cluster of nerves comprising her g-spot, and each rub caused Sarah to tense slightly. Every brief seize of her muscles left her plush hide jiggling. "You'd be surprised what I like, honey," he cryptically said.

The elephant let her legs ease further apart, though the urge to tense and purse them was difficult to resist. They were so large as to be like a pair of felled trees on either side of the fox. "Mmm. I can be rather kinky as well." Kinky, she knew, was a loaded word. Kinky to her could be pointlessly tame to Desmond or it could drive him off, although the foxcoon's demeanor made her doubt that she could hit his upper limits. "Desmond, may I make," she shivered, "a small request while you're down there?"

His reply was calm. "I'll do anything you want."

"Just what I was hoping to hear." She reached down and brushed his wrist with her fingers. Despite her size, her touch was soft and he eagerly rubbed his palm into hers as she withdrew. "Do pay attention to my clitoris."

Desmond uttered a contented laugh. "That simple? I was gonna do that anyway." He pulled back his fingers and suddenly gulped them into his maw. Every woman had a unique flavor, in his experience, and Sarah was not an exception. He sucked her juices out of his fur and shuddered. "God," he moaned before spitting them out. "You taste as good as you look."

"I certainly hope that's a good thing," Sarah laughed. "And don't be so gentle. A lady I may be, but I'm hardly delicate."

"You got it," Desmond assured her. "Hold on. Lemme get outta-, just hold on."

Sarah canted her head to watch Desmond work. He turned away to undress and she smiled at this apparent shyness. "Oh, you have a cute behind," she cooed as it came into view. "Very round."

He laughed sharply, sounding surprised. "Thanks. Hey, can you keep an open mind here?"

She tilted her head. "Hmm? Of course. What about?"

Desmond turned to let his anatomy answer her. His penis was clearly too small to properly satisfy an elephant, but the sight of it did not cause her to snicker or grin. "Oh," she said. "Desmond, that doesn't bother me. Really. Though it's usually said as a platitude," she winked, "you have a lovely personality."

The fox grinned, barely showing teeth. His cheeks were warm. "I just didn't want you to be disappointed." He climbed back onto the bed and scooched up between her thighs. His right paw forcefully groped her mound, causing her flesh to throb. The fingers of his left rubbed the hood of her clit before his smooth, pink fingerpads brushed the button itself. A shuddering moan passed Sarah's lips and she grasped for him, a hand brushing his bicep. He smiled and asked, "You like that, beautiful?"

"I do indeed," the elephant answered. "But please, harder. I'm very," she paused as she considered terminology, smiling when a suitable word came to mind, "durable, Desmond."

Desmond gnawed his jowly lip. He drove his fingers into her cunt with the width of all four digits, thumb perpendicular to the others. He kept them stacked as if for a chop. The stretch pleasured the elephant, caused her to squirm and huff.

"Oh, Desmond. That's good. Harder, please. I know you are a gentle, sweet little fox, but you're not going to harm me." She ran her fingers over her breasts, strumming her nipples. "You're off to an excellent start."

Desmond took a moment to once more appreciate the size of the elephant. You're not going to harm me would have seemed boastful from anyone else, but this woman meant it. Not only did he believe her, but he was attracted to her in a way that went past basic lust. He wanted her to feel good, and so he started to fuck her with his fingers. Again and again he rammed into her, each thrust terminated by his thumb catching against her. Her cunt was malleable and plump, its wetness nearly vulgar.

In his free fingers, he did to her clit what would have been abuse to most women. The cruelest pinches he could manage left Sarah panting and groaning for more. In full view of him but not for his benefit alone, she palmed her overlarge breasts and pinched them by the nipples. Her enormous form writhed, her weight shifting the surface of the bed.

"God, yes. Yes," she whimpered. "Desmond, oh, I'm sorry for this!" Her hands shot out, clutched him by the ears. He yelped and made the understandable effort to pry her hands away, but overpowering Sarah was like stopping a train. She jerked his head downward and forced his snout against the folds of her cunt. "Eat me," she demanded without a scrap of elegance.

Tears swelled from Desmond's eyes. His tender ears throbbed in her grip, but his penis throbbed with them. Exhilarated by Sarah's domination and heightened by pain, Desmond slobbered her loins. Her flavor was sharper now, her box as juicy as an overripe peach. Long strokes of his tongue swept away her natural juices but her wetness constantly replenished itself. Her legs scissored inward and she bent them at the knees, planting her feet on the bed. With the leverage her position granted, she humped Desmond's snout and made his attempt to please her pointless. He stopped licking her and focused on breathing without inhaling the wetness slopping across his face.

"God, yes, you're so soft," Sarah cried in exultation. The strength behind her hips was enormous. Desmond's snout vanished into her at times, only for the foxcoon to emerge gasping a second later like a swimmer about to drown. The sound her muff made as it dragged against and engulfed Desmond's muzzle was potent and wet, always a smack or suck. "Ooh, my god," Sarah bleated, her body trembling as badly as her words. "I doubt-, I doubt the Lady would have ever done this."

The frenzy of the moment ended suddenly with Sarah's climax. Her heaving muscles locked and her jiggling fat played out its inertia. She held him to her snatch as she came, sending heavy ropes of her wetness across his snout and down his chin. Realizing how selfish she had been, she let go of his ears and flopped her arms down cruciform. "Ooh, oh my god, I'm sorry," she said between hungry gasps for air. "I'm so sorry, Desmond."

Desmond hauled himself up to his all-fours and sputtered. Her fluids had saturated his fur, rendering his colors dark and moody. "Holy shit," he said, and managed a laugh. "God, Sarah. Goddamn. I've never met a woman this wet."

She smiled tightly but her face was red. "Oh, Desmond, I'm sorry... there are times when I just-," she sighed. "When I can't control myself."

The foxcoon crawled over her and flopped against her bulk. His penis brushed her loins, but its size made it useless where he was. "Hey, don't apologize," he firmly said. "Apologies are for when you hurt someone. You sure as hell surprised me, but you didn't hurt me. That was fucking great."

Sarah laughed nervously. "You're a sweet man, Desmond. And kinky, too." She petted down his back slowly with her massive hands. "Let me take care of you now, won't you?"

Desmond closed his eyes thoughtfully. "If you really want to make me happy-."

"I do."

"Then let me lick that ass of yours. I don't really want anal sex." He pecked her cheek and found her residual blush cute. "Just want to give it a little love."

The elephant giggled. "You _are _kinky. I believe you and I will see a lot of each other in the future."

Desmond smooched the elephant and this time got a small kiss in return. He slipped off of her and took a moment to palm one of her breasts. "I love how-," he paused and smiled, "uh, how big you are. Not just your size, but your..."

From her lying position, she stared at him and wore a smile which turned mischievous as the seconds ticked by. "My what, Desmond?"

He bit his lip, huffed. "I like that you're a little bit fat. I, you know-," he looked away, "I guess I'm kind of a chubby chaser."

"Consider me chased, then," Sarah chuckled. She reached out to the foxcoon and grasped his small penis. Its length fit easily between thumb and fingers, and her hold on it was gentle. Desmond cooed, touching her wrist, and she began to stroke him. She intended only to fondle him briefly, but the contented look on his face spurred her to keep stroking. "Mm, do you like my hands?"

"I do, yes." He rocked back on his knees and sighed. "What about your butt...?"

Sarah giggled. "What about it? It's still under me, where it always is. I can keep doing this for you or I can roll over. The choice is yours, my ignoble bandit." As she masturbated him, she made it a point to tug back his foreskin. Her touch was exceedingly gentle. "What a cute penis," she said with none of the condescension those words usually were delivered with. "Perfectly formed... very pink and warm. It's really quite nice."

"You're just saying tha-a-at," Desmond said, grinning. "It's too small for you."

"Maybe a bit too small for," she considered her words for just a moment, "certain parts of me, but not too small to be appreciated."

The foxcoon groaned, looking away. "Okay, okay. Quit teasing. Come on,Lady, roll over for me. Lemme at that chubby butt."

"No teasing, none at all," Sarah said with warm, intellectual cadence. But she obliged Desmond and rolled onto her belly, putting the twin hills of her bottom on display under a swaying, tuft-tipped tail. "Desmond, could you hand me a pillow?"

Desmond's eyes lovingly scanned the large, smooth curves of Sarah's behind. Just one of her ass cheeks was nearly bigger than his head. He missed her request until she reiterated it with a laugh: "Desmond, a pillow, please?"

"Right. Yeah. I'm sorry." He reached for the head of the bed, took a frilly pillow from under the sheets. Its size and firmness were both incredible to him, but he supposed it was just a pillow to Sarah. "Here."

"Thank you so much," said Sarah as she tucked it under her head. She reached back and swatted her behind, causing it to wobble generously. "Now this is definitely a feature I have in common with the Lady. Wouldn't you agree, Desmond?"

The fox's penis twitched, spitting a small load of precum on the comforter. "I-, yes, I agree. I always imagined her having," he clutched a gray cheek in his fingers, "a very soft ass."

Sarah flicked his nose with her tail, smiling into the pillow. "Soft, hm? Interesting way of saying I have a big bottom."

Desmond kneaded the cheek and pulled it gently, giving himself a glimpse of her pucker. "If you want me to just say it," he uttered a thin, high laugh, "you've got a nice, fat ass. Very plump."

The elephant chuckled. "I do enjoy a little filthy talk now and then... can't a quiet woman who reads books enjoy a good time now and then?" She reached back and rubbed Desmond's arm. "Get what you're after, Desmond. I promise I won't grab you by the ears this time," she slyly remarked.

"Better not," the foxcoon replied. Sarah wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

The fox scooched over Sarah's stout leg, placing himself in the crook between it and its twin. Yet again he was awed by how small he was next to this pachyderm. He placed his paws on her thighs and slowly slid them upward, following the dramatic curve of her ass cheeks. Sarah noted the reverence he exhibited and silently complimented herself for making a move on him.

"Here I go," Desmond said, his words low and carried on a sigh. His spindly raccoon fingers dug into the flesh, dimpling it easily, and then he pulled apart the cheeks. Sarah's pink anus winked when bared to the cool air. Desmond tilted himself in, keeping his paws cinched on her cheeks like a mountain climber holding on for his life. His nose bumped her anus, nearly slipped inside. Then his tongue loped across it in a long, loving slurp which left Sarah shivering and cooing.

Desmond slathered the pink pucker which, he supposed, could have accommodated his fist easily. The orifice was proportionate to the rest of her, but the hungry foxcoon could only think of how large it was compared to what he usually encountered. He licked it again and again, uttering quiet moans as he ate her. Gradually he released her ass cheeks, and their mountainous gray bulk closed in on his head like a pair of canyon walls. They smothered him pleasantly, trapping his muzzle in a grip he could easily escape but which foiled idle movement.

"Goodness me," Sarah cried, affecting the voice of the Lady. "What a depraved man you are, thief!" Hidden in her surprise was admiration, for Sarah believed the Lady would have enjoyed the same worship. Being rimmed was a unique pleasure to her, enjoyable in a way she could never quite put into words. In spite of her climax, Desmond's tongue greedily slathering the winking star of her anus was making her wet again. Her subtle pheromones reached Desmond even though his snout was buried in her ass. "That-, that is very good," she murmured out of character. "Desmond?"

His ears perked and he tugged his muzzle back from her cheeks. Saliva glistened between them, filling her crack like sweat from vigorous exercise. "Yeah, Sarah?"

"If I may break character," she chided herself with the thought yet again, "I have to say that your eagerness, it's gotten me going again." A sudden quake of thunder distracted the elephant. She loved the sound of a thunderstorm when she laid in bed with a good book, erotic or no. "Oh, what a pleasant sound."

The fox dragged his tongue slowly up the curve of a cheek. His saliva ran out halfway up and his tongue briefly stuck to her flesh as if he had licked a pole in winter. Sarah laughed and nudged him away. "I am not a salt lick, thank you very much."

"Can't help myself," Desmond said, shrugging. He scooted along the bed and lay beside Sarah, smiling at her. "So I got you going again, did I?"

"You did," Sarah replied, smiling back. She picked herself up, first moving to sit, then kneel. She swung a leg over top of Desmond and said as some worry began to show on his face, "Don't worry. I'm very mindful of my weight. I haven't hurt anybody yet."

Desmond's laugh was sharp and airy. His fingers gripped her chubby thighs, finding great purchase in her hide. "Just don't start with me."

The elephant smiled, said nothing. She focused on putting herself down over his pelvis. The soaked lips of her vulva rubbed his small cock, teasing a shiver out of him. "Sarah-," he started to say.

Sarah gently shushed him with her trunk on his lips. Her hands played across his body, covering up vast swatches of his fur. Her powerful legs bent further and further, slipping his penis past her cuntlips. Although Desmond moaned encouragingly, Sarah felt little pleasure herself. She tried to think positively and remind herself that she could squeeze down, but as her loins came to rest on his hips it became obvious that he really was too small. Sarah felt barely a tickle inside her vagina, which the head of his cock only just reached. A guilty smile spread across her face. "Desmond..."

The same smile crossed Desmond's face. His ears splayed down. "I know. Yeah. I know what you're gonna say."

The elephant pulled herself up slowly, taking at least some pleasure from his warmth. Her brief contact left his loins damp. "It isn't your fault. I'm just too big for you," she said, choosing her words with care. "But I have a better idea." As she dismounted, she dragged her hand over his belly, appreciating his fur and warmth.

Sarah pushed the pillow against the towering headboard of her bed, then sat against it. Desmond wondered if this was how she read her books. "Here," she said, pressing together the large, pliant mounds of her breasts. Her cleavage formed a fuckable passage, and her hard nipples peeked between her digits. "Will you have me this way as well, thief?"

Desmond grinned and stood up on the bed. He was barely eye-level with her this way. He touched her breasts just as he had touched her behind, kneading and squeezing around her grasp. Sarah whined for her part as the Lady, turning away her head, but a smile creased the edges of her mouth.

The foxcoon nudged his cock against the split of her breasts and slipped inside with her lingering vaginal wetness as lubricant. His hips pressed into her knuckles and he grabbed the headboard for support. "Yes I shall," he proclaimed with a lustful edge to his voice. Then his hips began to move, fucking the offered cleavage with speed and energy the more ponderous elephant was envious of. "Don't lie to me, Lady. You've done this before! The offer came to you too naturally for this to be a fresh notion."

"No, I've never done this! Never before," Sarah piteously insisted. "I've not done any of these things before."

"You have," Desmond panted, rocking his hips furiously. His balls, small though they were, swung like a pendulum into the underside of her breasts. Sarah pressed her tits closer together, the tightness marked by a shuddering moan from the masked fox. "Uhn, gawd. You-, you have a very pleasing bosom," he said, voice cracking from rising pleasure. "As pleasing as your behind. But none as lovely as your horn."

Sarah was unable to resist stroking her trunk up his belly and down again. She snuffled his bush with her nostrils and said, "But please, thief, this horn is all I've left in the world. I give everything else to you in the hopes you will leave me this!"

"Oh, gawd," Desmond grunted, grabbing her trunk in a trembling paw. He looked at it thoughtfully for a moment, then let it go. "Your horn, I won't-, I'm not going to take that from you." The sound of his hips on her hide produced a steady puff of sound, a slap muffled by fur. His small cock grew fat with every throb, making her tight cleavage even tighter. "Mm, fuck. Sarah-."

"Go ahead, thief," she said coyly. "Please, go right ahead."

Desmond's thrusts went on, but they became stiff and slow. Soon he was pounding her, hitting her tits with such force that the jiggle reverberated down into her belly. "I won't take your horn," he hissed, as he snapped out a paw and took her trunk, "but I will mark it!"

The foxcoon yanked back his hips a final time and grasped his pulsing cock. Its pink shaft had grown red but nearly purple near the tip. Every blood vessel had fully engorged to make his modest penis a bit more impressive. He gripped it in one fist and yanked back his foreskin. Its twin gripped Sarah's trunk. An uncontrolled groan warbled past his jowls when he shot his spunk across the her trunk's hide. When he released Sarah's trunk he fell against against the headboard, panting from the exertion of his well-earned climax.

Sarah chuckled at Desmond's creativity. "Mark my horn, hm?" she remarked while reaching for the tissues beside her bed. At times, during particularly emotional books, she was known to weep. She used a few of them to clean her trunk.

"It was-, it's what came to mind," Desmond said with a twinge of self-consciousness. "God. That was good."

"Mmhmm. It was," she agreed, pushing together her thighs. One climax was enough, she decided, but the night was young. Outside, the storm grew a little louder, the thunder more frequent. The rain hit in sheets. Sarah smiled at the sounds. "Do you enjoy the sound of rain, Desmond?"

He sat down beside her. As she hooked an arm around him, he said, "Yeah, it can be nice, especially when you're just reading a good book. Makes for some good white noise."

The elephant smiled warmly. "I wish I'd known all this time how agreeable you were." Still lustful beneath the surface, she thought, and how hungry for me you always were.

"Yeah," Desmond answered. Still reeling from orgasm, he was at a loss for words. He rested on her warm bulk. His paw roamed her belly as her hand palmed his fuzzy body. Eventually he asked, "What do you wanna do now, honey?"

Sarah considered. "I have an idea," she said after a few more moments of cuddling. She leaned toward her nightstand, took a new-looking hardback book off its surface and showed him the binding. The gilded title was _Brood & Horn: The Tale of Two _by Catherine Mayhew.

Desmond grinned. "A crossover, huh?"

"It's a bit heavy-handed at times," the elephant said, "by that I mean her attempts to tack these two universes together. But I must say, it includes some of her most stimulating writing. May I read to you, Desmond?"

The foxcoon draped himself across Sarah's lap and yawned. Sarah scanned his slender, naked body approvingly. She ran a hand down his body from neck to pelvis. "I'd love that, actually," he said, touching her wrist in both paws.

Sarah opened the book, flicking past the dedication and the publication notes. She cleared her throat and began to read for him. She made it no further than the second chapter before Desmond's Bandit and Sarah's Lady were again brought together.