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--Chapter One

"Break time's over, everybody, get back to it! Shortstack Surprises 17 isn't gonna shoot itself!"

The voice over the megaphone spurred the production crew back into their roles, but everybody moved with a certain amount of indolence. Small & Hard Studios was a tight ship but the crew was nearly familial in nature, and familiarity made them slow at times. The cast was generally more energetic than the crew by necessity, and they often did their part to herd the crew into a speedier pace.

Maya, the porn starlet whose small and flawless body appeared on the cover of almost every iteration of Shortstack Surprises, _was no stranger to riling the crew up. She usually accompanied her pep talks with a smile and a peck on the cheek which always required that the recipient lean down to match her height. Maya loved the production crew, because without them - as she acknowledged after wraps - she was just a girl pretending to coax men into anal sex. _I don't know how to set up the lights or fit the splash guards on the cameras. You guys are the important ones here!

That afternoon, the crew wasn't as difficult as usual to get into gear. Something new was happening, some kind of surprise was in store, and Maya herself was unshy about her curiosity. She nuzzled up to the producer, a stout Bull Terrier who had every trait of a butch lesbian but was straight as an arrow. "Tara, can you tell me what's going on?"

The dog seemed to not hear Maya. She was bossing around one of the light riggers. "What the hell is this, an infomercial? You think we're sellin' detergent here? That's way too goddamn bright! Moody! Make it moody!"

"Tara-a-a."

"What?" Tara swatted dismissively at Maya. "I'm not telling you a thing. You'll blab to the whole crew and then I've got a shitstorm the size of Texas on my hands here. No fucking way."

"Tara!" cried the fennec fox, forcing mock indignity into her voice. Her smile was almost mischievous enough to be a grin. "I know awful secrets about everyone here, and I've never blabbed one of them. Ever. I'm a professional."

Tara studied Maya's bright, almond eyes. Her upper jowl, scarred on the left, twitched slightly as if she were rabid. "You tell anyone and I'm yanking your ears off."

"I wouldn't tell a soul." Maya's large ears folded back out of immediate yanking distance.

Tara put herself almost nose to nose with Maya. This entailed leaning so low that Maya could look down her tank top which poorly concealed her small breasts. "We got a guest director in today. Don't know who, so don't ask me that. They'll be here," she glanced at her wristwatch, a chunky and uncool digital watch, "within half an hour, supposedly."

"Thanks," Maya replied, and smooched the Terrier's marred face. It was not a lustful kiss and Tara never took them as such.

"Keep it to yourself, kid," Tara said after her.

--Chapter Two

"No. You see. My wife is actually-." The horse stared vacantly at Maya.

The fennec patently mouthed his line to him: in rehab.

"In rehab! And it's been really hard for us," the stallion said, sounding both wooden and triumphant.

"You poor thing," Maya cooed, placing her small paws on the horse's taut stomach. "Gosh, you're so brave, standing by her through this."

The stallion simply stared at her. He began to smirk. "Um. Yeah."

Maya sighed. "Did you read your script at all, Johnny?"

"I mean, I tried to! But there's so much of it."

Tara butted in, clipboard in hand. "Johnny, you thick fuck, there's literally ten lines on that script for you and then you plow Maya. I swear to god, I'm not gonna ADR your lines, we're doing this now or I'm finding a new stud."

The fennec drifted away as an argument broke out between the simple-but-sweet stallion and Tara the notorious ballbreaker. Maya liked them both, but they had their moments where she could tolerate neither of them until they cooled off.

Maya was in the middle of enjoying a powdered doughnut when Johnny strode up to her, his hooves thudding on the carpet. "Maya! Listen, I'm super sorry about the lines. Tara really tore me a new one..."

"She just wants to make sure the acting isn't too terrible," Maya said with a giggle. She offered Johnny the other half of her doughnut. He ate it and then reached for another from the box. Maya looked around the large studio as if scanning the horizon, and her mind wandered.

"...so then I told her, like, hey, I got my GED! But she still-, hey? Maya? You listening to me?"

"Mmm? Sorry." The fennec smiled. "I'm just thinking. Wondering where the director is."

"Huh, yeah, now that you mention it, where the heck is Jay? He's almost never late."

Maya shrugged.

The fennec and the stallion tried to rehearse again by the coffee and doughnuts. It went as smoothly as a scene with Johnny could go. He needed no help remembering his lines, though he stumbled through the one about how he wanted to put his tongue so far up Maya's pussy that he licked her ovaries. _Trust me, people lap that kind of weird shit up, _the head writer had insisted. The trap part of the scene came immediately after to humorously undermine the horse's declaration.

The rehearsal ended when the door leading into the studio swung open and slammed into the wall and rattled in its frame. The report echoed in the studio like a gunshot. "Your director's here!" a confident baritone called out. The cast and crew migrated towards the entryway, casually abandoning their tasks.

"Oh, damn, I know who that is," one of the boom operators said with growing excitement.

Maya wiggled through a loose wall of bodies to see him for herself. As soon as she put eyes on the guest director and he put eyes on her, recognition took hold and nothing else mattered.

"Kahnso!" Maya cried in delight. She ran to meet the singer and he squatted to catch her in a hug. They looked like a father and daughter. "Do you remember me?"

"Not really," Kahnso said, grinning. "Fuck a dozen girls a day."

Maya scoffed. "You're horrible."

"Yeah." He glanced at the crew. "I'm down from two dozen, I could barely walk."

The joke was a big hit. Maya joined in with a chuckle of her own. When the laughter died back, the fennec said, "I'm Maya. We met a few years ago... you just put out one of your albums, we drank together, I surprised you with my penis and then you screwed me silly."

The massive fox pulled back and stared intently at Maya. "Oh, ye-e-eah. I think I remember you." He blinked, grinned. "You're the star here, right? I get to say how you get nailed?"

"Mhm!" She smooched his cheek. "I think it's going to be great. I'm pretty sure you have an eye for what's hot and what's not."

Kahnso was left with a smile from the kiss. It had been so long since Maya had seen him in person, and that had not been under ideal circumstances. Even with her limited recollection of his handsome face, she knew something was different about Kahnso. He looked happier, like he had found some kind of peace.

"It's nice to see you again," she cooed. She kissed his cheek again. "Shall we begin?"

--Chapter Three

Kahnso sat back in the director's chair, making it creak. "Okay, Johnny, buddy. You look like you're about to pass out, kid. So loosen the fuck up. Okay? Loosen up like you're gonna loosen Maya's ass up."

The vixen laughed and so did a few of the crew members. Johnny smiled and blushed.

"It's just these lines, Mr. Kahnso sir. I'm not used to havin' any. Usually it's just like, okay, Johnny comes in and does it with the girl."

Kahnso thought Johnny was too nice to be in porn. He was a handsome black stallion, possibly an Arabian, with a neuter Midwestern accent and an unfailingly polite manner of speech. He also had a penis which Kahnso understood to be seventeen inches long. Maybe he did belong in porno.

"Just try it, kid. You can dub that shit over later in post."

Tara groaned and thought about pulling Kahnso's hair while she put phallic objects inside of him.

"All right, positions! C'mon! This is my first time directing people I'm not throwing dollar bills at. Don't make me beg."

Maya and Johnny took their places: Maya in the armchair, Johnny on the Freudian couch nearby. The vixen asked as she slipped on her glasses, "Kahnso, hon, are you gonna direct me?"

"Uh. Do you need direction? Just look cute. Be a trap. This is, what, the nineteenth film in the series?" Kahnso shrugged.

"Seventeenth," Tara hissed.

"Whatever. Thanks, baby, tell your wife she's a lucky woman," said Kahnso politely. "All right, action! I'll guide you when you actually get to the-, yeah. Action."

Maya opened the scene. In her fine pantsuit with her brown hair tied back, she had become Dr. Anna Titi-Pidyn, renowned psychoanalyst.

"Now, tell me please, Mr. Falle - when did you start getting these urges?" she asked in a kindly, patient voice.

Johnny, as Mr. Brandon Falle, stammered out of the gate: "Um, well, uhhh..." He found his voice quickly. "Once my wife left, I started gettin' these urges. I just keep wanting to sleep with every woman I see, I can't help myself."

Dr. Titi-Pidyn nodded solemnly. She scribbled on her notepad, adding hairs to the scrotum she had doodled. "I understand. Did your wife divorce you, Mr. Falle?"

"No. My wife is actually in-, rehab, and it's been very hard for us." He paused before finishing, "She was addicted to semen and she put me in the hospital from dehydration."

Maya blinked. The idiot - this was the first time she had ever thought of Johnny as such - had actually jumped ahead in the script three lines. The dehydration line didn't come in until after Maya had his cock out. "Goodness," she said as Dr. Titi-Pidyn, "that is a terrible affliction, Mr. Falle." She stood, dropping her notepad in the seat. Slowly, deliberately swaying her hips as much as she could without looking foolish, Maya sauntered to the couch and knelt.

"You poor thing," Maya crooned. "But gosh, you're so brave - standing by her through this. I'm here to help you, Brandon, and I believe I know just the thing."

"Yes, doctor?"

Didn't think he'd make it through such a difficult line, Maya thought with tartness she found unbecoming.

"It's a special, controversial treatment for men with overactive libidos. _Penile shock and stimulation _therapy. Please, allow me."

The scene unfolded not quite as the writers had intended. Kahnso merely sat by, smiling impishly. He and the rest of the crew watched as Maya undressed Johnny, taking charge of the dumb stallion despite barely measuring up to half his height. It was her acting which carried the scene. She bounced back from his missed lines which grew more frequent up until the point she told him the first part of this radical new therapy involved being quiet.

"So I guess we're just ad-libbing all of this?" Tara hissed into Kahnso's ear.

"It's fine, it'll be great," Kahnso murmured, watching Maya gulp and bob on slobber on the stallion's black penis.

Maya's pantsuit grew saturated in slobber and her throat bulged on the stallion's meat. A pair of 4K cameras captured her dirty work from the sides while a third on a boom gathered footage from any number of angles.

Kahnso played with his wedding ring as he watched. He couldn't take his eyes off of Maya's plush bottom. It was coming back to him now in crystal clarity. When Johnny as Brandon Falle reamed Maya as Dr. Titi-Pidyn, Kahnso at last gave some direction to the pair.

"Go for the ass cheek, Johnny. Grab a handful. Not too rough, you're not kneading dough. Just squeeze. That's the shit. Maya, baby, go for the hair. Pet through the hair, run your fingers-, yeah, you got it, honey. You're a professional."

"Finally getting some directing done, huh?" Tara said in his ear.

Kahnso looked at her severely. "Hey. Cool it. We can make love, not war, you know. I've fixed a few lesbians in my day."

The dog's jowl twitched. Before she could reply, Johnny gasped with the sound of a well-earned climax and rolled onto his back. He hugged Maya close and rolled her with him. "Thanks, doc," he wheezed.

"Good ad-lib," Maya whispered. "A pleasure to assist you, Mr. Falle... now for the matter of my fee."

The fennec dislodged herself from Johnny and as the plug of his flare exited her, a torrent of white slop gushed from her wide, heart-shaped bottom. Her gaped anus throbbed in view of one of the side cameras which captured every detail of the mess. Then Maya scooted up along the stallion's hard body, balls dragging on his belly and chest. Her small penis brushed his lips and her paws cupped his crown through his lush black hair. "Open wide, Mr. Falle."

Kahnso gave no direction. He only watched, grinning like somebody watching porn rather than directing it. He watched as the small vixen guided Johnny through a blowjob. Evidently the stallion was good at it. It took Maya less than three minutes to cum, and in that time she gave the editors plenty of footage to work with. She gyrated her wide hips, plucked at her own nipples, palmed her own ass cheeks. Kahnso added only one piece of direction after Maya had her orgasm: "Johnny, put a couple fingers in her butt, kid. That's it. We gotta edit that in before she cums."

The Bull Terrier flinched. "You want to help edit?"

Kahnso grinned. "I wanna do whatever pisses you off the most." He winked, blew her a kiss, turned his attention back to Maya and Johnny. "And take 'em out now, kid. Squeeze the cheeks a little. Pull 'em apart." He watched from the left camera monitor. "That's it. There we go. I think there's enough for the scene. Okay, cut."

Maya wriggled back and gave Johnny a kiss on the lips before straightening herself out. "Good work, sweetie. Not bad for your first speaking role."

"Aw, I was bad," the horse chuckled. "I didn't know I'd have to suck you at the end."

"I didn't either! It just came to me. But you did a great job." She smiled and hopped off of him. "I think it's time for a shower! Unless you wanted to shoot any extra scenes?" she asked Kahnso.

"I think we're all good. You two get cleaned up." He leaned in the chair towards Tara. His smile was beginning to prove contagious to her. "I'm gonna see what else I can do out here."

--Chapter Four

Maya met with the crew after her shower with Johnny. They both were satiated for the time being and they helped to clean each other without too much fondling.

The fennec shook hands, gave smooches, shared in congratulations and champagne. Maya's was the most hotly-anticipated scene of Shortstack Surprises 17 and a good wrap meant a good celebration. She found Kahnso toward the corner of the lounge, sipping from a bottle of soda. His black hair was no longer styled, but combed flat, and his expression was mellow.

Maya slipped into his unoccupied lap and kissed his fanged chin. "You were a fun director. I think you should do this more often."

"Thanks, baby." Kahnso wrapped an arm around her. "I don't know if it's something I wanna do again. Pretty sure you did all the work."

The fennec slyly smiled. Her big tail swished. "While it's true I'm the main attraction, I do require some direction. You did a good job for your first time."

He grinned. "You're talking to me like I'm Johnny."

"Well, you're both adorably inexperienced! It just happens." She giggled and squeezed his broad chest. His warmth relaxed her. "Mmm. Have you seen Tara?"

"Tara couldn't make it to the party. She's sleeping in the break room."

Maya reeled back and looked Kahnso in the eye. Her smile turned wry. "Oh, come on. Did you really?"

"Hey. She's kinda rough at the edges, but that bitch was asking for it." He smooched Maya in her still-wet hair. Quietly, "And she let me do anal, so it's not like I could say no."

"God, you're horrible," Maya laughed. "Learn something new every day, though. To be honest, I thought Tara was asexual." She shrugged and twisted herself around in Kahnso's lap to face the rest of the room. Somebody came back from the lobby with a stack of pizzas and paper plates, spurring a flurry of activity.

"Hey, you want some?" Maya asked, scooting off his lap.

"Sure."

The vixen came back with two plates with a slice each on them and Kahnso reached out to take one. The vixen's eye caught his wedding band and she grinned. "Hey, what's this? The big, mean rockstar finally settled down?"

"And got clean," he said, holding up his soda. "You missed a lot, honey."

Maya sat in his lap again for lack of a free chair. He didn't mind. After a bite of pizza she said, "I bet she's lovely. You have high standards if I'm any indication. Right?"

The big fox sneered. "I'm the lovely one in this relationship. She's pretty good-looking, though." Kahnso fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Maya after thumbing through his pictures. "We met a few years ago. Really long story. She's got a mean right hook."

The picture showed a shapely tan kangaroo in hip-hugging jeans and a tee with a logo. Her large bust distorted it until it was unreadable. Her hair was stylish and blonde, eyes icy blue. She leaned against a balcony's railing and the bright lights of a city at night spread out at her back.

"She's beautiful," Maya cooed. "You're a lucky guy. And I'm so happy for you!"

"I'm lucky, yeah," he said sheepishly. He put his phone back, smiled at her. "Hey. You want to meet her? It's been a while since we had a guest."

Maya looked at the party, then back at Kahnso. She smiled. "Sure. In a little while."

"In a little while," Kahnso agreed.

"To Shortstack Surprise 17," Maya said, raising her glass of champagne.

"To sobriety," Kahnso replied, and bumped her glass with his plastic bottle.

--Chapter Five

The Lamborghini rumbled to a halt at the end of the curved driveway. Maya said after climbing out, "Nice car. I really like the dashboard."

"Next time we do this I'll bring a booster seat," Kahnso teased. "This way, baby."

Maya only vaguely remembered Kahnso's mansion. The last time she had been in it was years ago in the middle of a massive party. It seemed lonely to her now. She looked around the foyer but stayed at Kahnso's side, unsure of what to do next.

"Make yourself at home, honey. Den's that way, rec room's downstairs if you wanna mess around."

"Oh, maybe later. I'd really like to meet your wife, first."

Kahnso chuckled. "Just crane your head back now. She's tall too." He led Maya into a hall under the staircase. Through a pair of glass doors was the gym, and that was where Maya saw Veronica in person for the first time. The kangaroo was bench pressing. Maya was unfamiliar with weightlifting, but she guessed from the size and number of the weights on the bar that it was a fair amount.

"Veronica, baby. I'm home."

"Yeah," Veronica grunted. She did not sound fatigued, only occupied. "Sec." The kangaroo did six more reps. Her muscles were compact but mighty, though those in her arms were small compared to her stout legs. Finally she slotted the bar home and sat up. Kahnso tossed her a towel.

"Thanks, hon." She put eyes on Maya and the fennec waved. "Hey. You here to steal my husband?" she casually asked.

Maya laughed. "Only if you don't want him."

"We can do a timeshare," Veronica said with a nod. She stood and met Maya in the middle of the gym. She thrust out a hand and Maya shook it. "I'm Veronica."

"Maya," the vixen replied. "I was working with Kahnso. He's quite a director."

Veronica grinned. "Yeah, I bet. You're a porn star then?"

"Yes ma'am."

"We go a little further back than that," Kahnso cut in. "Maya invited herself to one of my parties a few years ago."

The kangaroo chuckled. "So you two have already screwed. Got it." She folded her arms over her bust. A black sports bra kept her decent. "Honest question, Maya."

"Shoot."

"You have a penis?"

Kahnso grunted. "The fuck kind of question is that?"

"A fair one," Veronica said. "You're a magnet for dickgirls."

Maya already liked Veronica. She was giggling when she said, "Yes, I do." With equal bluntness, "Do you?"

"Jesus," Kahnso cringed.

Veronica laughed. "Nah. Go figure, he doesn't marry what he's always hungry for."

The fennec covered her muzzle, obscuring her grin. She giggled girlishly. "In all seriousness, it's nice to meet you." She winked at Kahnso. "Don't worry, I won't pass on all those secrets you told me in the car."

"Your friend's cute, babe," said Veronica, leaning on her husband. They shared a warm kiss. Maya watched with a smile. "Hey. I managed to work up an appetite. You hungry?" She looked at Maya. "You too."

Kahnso squeezed the kangaroo's hips. "Nah. I ate something at the studio."

Veronica pushed off of him, sneering. "Yeah, I bet you did. I thought I smelled something on you." She sauntered off, calling over her shoulder, "Don't turn your back on him, Maya."

"Your wife seems nice," Maya said. She sidled up to Kahnso, curling an arm around his hip. "So-o-o, what do you wanna do?"

The singer touched Maya's head. He petted through her freshly-washed hair with appreciative slowness. "Got some arcade machines in the rec room. Street Fighter, couple others." He paused and smiled. They were looking at each other in the body mirror by the dumbbells. "Or we could fuck."

"I was always better at that than video games."

--Chapter Six

Maya's shorts hit the floor and she flagged her tail high. She didn't have to say a word. Kahnso dropped to his knees and pushed his snout against the fat curves of her ass. He bumped her so firmly that she rubbed the side of the bed.

The singer's tongue slopped through her ass crack, leaving slobber in its wake. Maya's anus was still a plump button from her work earlier in the day and the tweak it received from Kahnso's tongue sent pleasure up her spine. She shivered and smiled.

"Ooh. I bet this is why she married you," she cooed.

He slurped out of her crack and smooched the small of her back. "She insists it wasn't for the money. You might be onto something." When he slurped in again, Maya thought about the width of his tongue, how it felt like a warm fire hose dragging over her anus. She happily sighed.

Veronica stepped in. Neither her husband or his guest looked up. "Hey. Kahnso. Where's your wallet at? Dinner's here and I don't have any cash on me."

Kahnso pulled back and took his paws off her ass cheeks a second after that. Maya sighed and draped her upper body over the bed. As Kahnso took out his wallet, Maya said with a smile, "Fast food is here, you can't pay, and you have a porn starlet in your home. Hmm..."

The singer pinched her ass. "If anyone's fucking you, it's me."

"That, and I doubt the delivery girl would be into you," Veronica added. She got her cash from Kahnso and quickly left.

"Now what's she mean by that?" asked Maya, now resting her chin on her palm. "Girls seem to love me just as much as boys do. Or is she one of those straight women?" Her emphasis was playfully severe.

Kahnso worked at his fly, snickering. "My wife's anything but straight. Pretty sure her best friend's eaten her out more than I have."

Maya straightened up, pulled herself up on the bed and sat with her feet dangling. Her breasts were perky, penis semihard, glasses still on her face. "You don't say?"

The bigger fox slipped off his jeans. Just like Maya, he wore nothing underneath. His boxer-briefs were in Tara's possession now. "Gonna be honest with you," he said, stepping in front of the vixen, "I'd pay good money to watch you do your thing with my wife."

Maya rubbed Kahnso's sheath with her little paws, caressing every inch of its fuzzy surface. Her fingers slid into the mouth and teased along the tender, wet inner flesh of the tube. The huffs she drew from him gave her another reason to smile. Though it was her job to do so, Maya never ceased to enjoy giving pleasure.

"Mm, you love that, don't you? These soft little fingers?" Now a paw rubbed his balls, having to move between the large testes just to show them both attention. "You do-o-o. All guys love fennecs. Makes you feel big. Well, bigger, in your case."

"Damn, girl," he sighed. "Where was this talk when you were fuckin' Johnny? That's the good shit."

She laughed, blushed. "It comes a little more naturally when there isn't a camera poking at your butthole, I guess. Or maybe people just prefer that silly overacted stuff."

"When I watch porn, I just fast-forward through that shit anyway," he shrugged. He leaned a bit closer. "Here comes the rocket, baby."

Maya peeked into his sheath. "Mhm. I see it." Both paws went back to the sheath and began to squeeze and knead, working him as if he were dough. The pointed tip of his red penis emerged and she put a smooch on it with her soft lips.

"That's it, hon. Use those little lips."

The vixen's lips parted and she took Kahnso past them. It astonished Maya that Kahnso was a fox too. She sucked on his emerging shaft and tugged downward on his sheath to urge his erection along. Maya knew how rough she could get without hurting a man.

Veronica came back in. This time Kahnso turned his head to look at her. "Hey, hon. You're not eating yet?"

"It can wait. Thought I'd come see what your friend can do." She hugged her husband from behind and looked around his shoulder. "Gotta open your mouth pretty wide, huh?"

"She's a pro," Kahnso said. "Ease off."

Veronica chuckled. She kissed Kahnso's cheek. "Hey. Maya. You mind if I join in?"

Slowly Maya pulled back, leaving the foremost inches of Kahnso's cock wet with slobber. She clutched the shaft in her paws and felt around the sheath where the knot was temporarily stuck. "Please do. If I recall," she smiled, "Kahnso sure likes having his butt kissed."

"Oh, I know what my baby likes," Veronica said in nearly a growl. She nipped her husband's cheek, then his neck. Licked the same spot, then knelt behind him. Her arms curled around his legs and she pushed her snout between his taut ass cheeks. While Maya sucked the front, Veronica tongued the back.

Kahnso leaned over Maya somewhat. His dark hair dangled around him. "Gawddamn. Yeah. Eat me, babe." His fingers teased Maya's large ears, tracing their rims. The vixen shivered. "You like my wife, Maya?"

The vixen pulled back again. Now she nuzzled into his penis, mostly making a show of it. She smelled him incidentally and the masculine scent pleased her. "Mhm. Y'know, if you guys ever wanted, we have a series that's nothing but kangaroos... I could put in a good word."

Veronica peered at Maya around her husband. "I'm a little camera shy. Uh, thanks, though."

Maya reached between the singer's legs and cupped Veronica's breast, waiting to see what the reaction would be. The kangaroo tensed, then relaxed. She smiled at the small fox.

"I slap Kahnso if he tries to grab me like that."

"You haven't slapped me yet," Maya noted. "Or are you saving it for later?"

The kangaroo looked at Maya with a very thin smile on her face. "No. I just don't beat up people under five feet tall."

"Hey, depending on how she wears her ears, Maya's over five feet tall sometimes," Kahnso said helpfully. "Better get that bitch-slap ready, honey."

Veronica tugged up her sports bra, spilling out her pierced breasts. Maya traced the circle of a nipple, touched its nub, and then drew back her fingers. "If you do slap me," she said, nuzzling up to Kahnso's cock again, "just do it in the face, not on my butt. My butt's where I make my living."

"Your friend's a smart-ass," Veronica said, going back to her husband's behind. She gripped his muscular cheeks and pried them apart just an inch before she nudged her snout back in.

Maya and Veronica worked at Kahnso in their own ways. They were competing with each other, both trying to make the stud huff and grumble the most. It seemed to be an even split for both of them.

"Hey. Veronica, baby," he huffed. "You still wanna have more guests?"

Veronica snorted in reply. She dragged her tongue over his pink pucker then came back, tracing the wrinkles with her tongue's tip. Hearing the fennec working just the other side of him, gulping and slobbering and sucking like the obnoxious little porn star she was, made Veronica self-conscious of her own efforts. She was always quiet when she went down on Kahnso. Maybe he liked how noisy Maya was.

It amused Maya greatly when the kangaroo started to make some noise. Not only that, but she was really getting into the work, slopping her tongue up and down, moving not just her tongue but her head too. She started to sound like she was actually eating ass, not just tasting it.

A glaze of pleasure covered Kahnso's face. His lips curled into a toothy grin, his eyes closing against the setting sun in the windows. He rubbed Maya's ears, focusing on her as a matter of convenience rather than preference. Her lips and nostrils bumped into the bulb of his knot and the entire shaft throbbed in her mouth and throat like a breathing serpent.

He pushed back into his wife's snout, murmuring something encouraging and sweet to her. Down at Maya he said, "You wanna wear it or swallow it? Better pick now, honey."

For the camera, Maya wore it. In private, she preferred to swallow. Kahnso's cock being nested in her throat so firmly took out the aspect of swallowing altogether, requiring only that she keep up the stimulation until he was satisfied. It was simple but delightful and would have been improved only by it being in her butt. _There's always the next morning, _Maya told herself. She was invested in Kahnso but fascinated by Veronica. She wanted to get to know the wry kangaroo when Kahnso was finished.

Veronica huffed into her husband's ass crack. "You gonna pop?" she asked, the words muffled but intelligible.

"Yeah," he flatly answered. "Keep it up, girls. Don't blueball me now."

The fennec smoothly, quickly bobbed her muzzle on the singer's meat. Her soft lips dragged on the flesh. Her paws played with his sheath and scrotum, kneading both as skillfully as a masseuse but with the intimacy of a lover. She listened to Veronica's lustful analingus and wondered if she could convince the kangaroo to give her the same attention.

Kahnso hissed. His body began to tense and his testicles drew slightly into his crotch. His grasp on Maya's ears tightened for a moment, then eased off. He slid his paws through her hair and cupped the crown of her head to unnecessarily hold her in. Finally Kahnso grunted, his fingers spreading out over the fennec's head.

Both women worked at the big fox as he came, Maya guzzling down the mess and Veronica tonguing the winking pucker of his anus. They fondled him now, their mitts overlapping on his balls as both tried to give him the most pleasure they could as he slipped from climax to afterglow. He leaned over the smaller fox, huffing, tongue hanging inelegantly but passionately from his mouth.

"Gawd. Ga-a-awd. Veronica, you gotta do that more often, baby."

The kangaroo pulled back snickering. She wiped her lips on the back of her arm in a mannish way, leaving a stripe of drool in her fur. "I kiss your ass too much as it is. You ought to thank your friend for not drowning."

Maya eased back and gave no indication that Kahnso's penis had left her throat. Years of work with men like Johnny had all but immunized her against gagging. She touched her sticky lips and smiled. "I can't drown doing this. It's a special vulpine secret," she said, and winked at Veronica.

"Foxes can breathe through their assholes if their airway is blocked," Kahnso said. Maya looked away and tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.

"Yeah, uh-huh," Veronica replied. "Now I won't feel guilty when I have my brother fuck you in the mouth." She stood up, helped by her husband. They shared a quick kiss and Maya found it cute. "I'm gonna go eat now." Almost immediately, "Don't fucking say it."

"I wasn't gonna," Kahnso defensively said. He was grinning. "Leave some for me."

They watched Veronica leave. Maya smiled at Kahnso from her spot on the bed. "Were you going to make a joke about how she already ate?"

"No," he said, again defensively. "Hey, I'm gonna eat too. There's enough for you, I'm sure."

"I already ate," Maya said, and laughed. "Sorry. I couldn't help it. Yes, let's eat."

--Chapter Seven

Maya enjoyed dinner with Kahnso and Veronica. It surprised her that a couple with so much money to spare ate local Chinese takeout. What she enjoyed more than the food was the conversation. Kahnso was mellow and warm following such good sex, and he talked at length of plans he and his wife were making.

"She's been off her birth control for, what is it? Three months now?"

"Something like that," the kangaroo said in a guarded manner. She was smiling uncomfortably. "Hey, you don't wanna hear about this stuff, do you, Maya?"

"It's actually pretty cute," Maya admitted as she took another egg roll. "I hope it works out for you. I can imagine any kids you have are gonna be beautiful." She smiled. "And tall."

Kahnso nudged Veronica's side. "See, someone thinks I'm handsome."

Veronica snorted. "Nah. It skips a generation. Our kids are gonna be beautiful. You're not."

Maya set aside her empty container. She hadn't eaten much. There was something to be said for ingesting massive amounts of semen as a form of dieting, she sometimes thought. "Veronica. Hey."

The kangaroo leaned on her husband but looked across the coffee table at Maya. "Yeah?"

"I was wondering," Maya started, "if I could get you out of those jeans sometime tonight. You know, since we double-teamed your husband already."

Veronica surprised Maya and Kahnso by not flinching. "Sure," she said between bites. She looked at Kahnso's incredulous face and grinned. "What? You can fuck the guests but I can't?"

"Never said that, baby. I wanna watch, though."

"Oh, it's always more fun when someone watches!" Maya said, delighted. "And you can tell me all the right buttons to push."

Kahnso snickered. "She's got a couple buttons, all right." Veronica elbowed him in the ribs and he winced.

The kangaroo set down her emptied container. She dabbed her lips with a napkin, stood, and said, "I usually exercise after a meal anyway. I think this'll do just fine."

Maya wondered where the kangaroo might lead her. It turned out they were staying in the den. She slipped off the jeans and tank top she put on before dinner. Maya again drank in the toned curves of the kangaroo's body and disrobed herself. Then she stood before the kangaroo, cock stiff and nipples perky. The only thing she wore was her usual pair of glasses.

"You have nice hips," Maya cooed. "That offer still stands, if you wanted to give adult films a try." She pawed at Veronica's hips, stroking over and around them. Her small paws rubbed the thick, warm cheeks of her ass. "Nice butt, too..."

"That's why I married her," Kahnso said from the couch. He had made himself comfortable, laying back like some modern emperor awaiting the attention of his concubines. His pants were gone again.

"Shut up, you pig," Veronica laughed. Her laughter was shaky, a bit disturbed. She touched Maya's ears, which seemed to be the go-to for everybody when her butt was out of reach. "I really don't think so. I could never get naked in front of a camera."

Kahnso chuckled. "What about those pictures on my phone?"

"Shut the fuck up, Kahnso," Veronica groaned. "Maya, honey, you wanna go do this somewhere private?"

The fennec fox giggled. She hugged Veronica, nuzzling into her abs. "No, no. I'm sure you'll be able to tune him out once we get going."

"Hey, you'd be surprised how annoying he can be. I'm starting to think we don't even need kids, he's got the attitude nailed already."

Kahnso huffed. He was still grinning.

Maya smooched Veronica near her navel, then pulled away. She took the kangaroo's hand and led her to the armchair. "No, no, don't sit. Put your hands on it. Like that."

Veronica looked back past her ass. Her thick tail was flagged high. Slowly she swayed side to side, the cheeks of her ass sliding against each other. Kahnso had little time to admire her behind before Maya nuzzled into it and pulled apart the cheeks. "Very nice butt," she cooed. Then she licked the pink pucker nestled between the cheeks, but just once.

"Hey," Veronica murmured. "I like having my ass eaten too. It's not just his thing."

"Everyone likes it. Everyone I know, anyway," Maya tittered. She kissed the pucker and then leaned a bit lower. Her tongue dragged its way across the kangaroo's cuntlips, slipping barely between them. Veronica shuddered, and the sensation wriggled its way up her spine and tail simultaneously. She pushed back into the fennec's snout and said, "Your tongue's small. Kinda tickles, actually."

"I can get into all kinds of hard-to-reach places," said Maya coyly. "I'll bet Kahnso's tongue feels nice, but that's for broad strokes." She kissed the overhang of one of Veronica's ass cheeks. "Mine is for detailing. Finishing up."

"You sure do a lot of that, yeah," Kahnso remarked.

Veronica snickered. She reached back and palmed one of Maya's lengthy ears. Having long ears herself made her aware of how good they could be as an erogenous zone. "Kahnso, I really wanna joke about you not finishing things, but we both know that's not true."

"Goddamn right it's not," the singer said with a possessive growl. "Don't you lie to Maya, tell her you don't get satisfied."

"That said, I'm thinking there might be something to this detailing she's talking about."

The fennec smiled. She played with Veronica's wrist and was unable to touch her palm around it. "I don't have a single bad review so far. That I know of." Then she braced her palms on the kangaroo's wide cheeks and squeezed them, watching with sly eyes the way the chubby cheeks seemed to ooze through her fingers. For such a muscular kangaroo, Veronica had a beautiful bottom. "Boy, I am just loving these butt cheeks of yours, y'know that? You've got a real heart-shape going on here."

Maya glanced back to see Kahnso's prideful smile. "She does, yes," he murmured. "Ought to sit on her if she likes your ass so much, baby. Smother her."

"Oh, I'm much too advanced at this kind of thing to be smothered by a beginner. You'd be welcome to try, of course." Maya pulled back from Veronica but gave the kangaroo's cheeks a quick bongo riff before she was out of reach. She moved towards Kahnso and sat in the curve of his sideways body, putting her hips and bottom against his stomach. Veronica had just begun to turn around when Maya settled in.

Kahnso wrapped an arm around her. "I thought you were gonna fuck my wife."

"Fuck? Me? Oh, no." The small fox touched her loins daintily. "This is pretty much for show." Now a wide, charming smile, the kind she usually employed in roles such as Dr. Titi-Pidyn and moments before swallowing her co-star's penis. "But let me tell you, I've been involved in enough porn to know what makes for a good ending, and I think I've got an idea for the three of us."

"I thought I was the director," Kahnso said with a mock pout.

"You were the director earlier. Now I'm the director." Maya smiled. "What do you say?"

The husband and wife exchanged looks. "Lead the way," Veronica said.

Under Maya's direction, Kahnso laid back on the floor of his den with a throw pillow under his head. He was naked now along with the women. Maya knelt and began to fondle him, and as she did she cooed, "Reminds me of when I first got into porn. Just a lowly fluffer! That didn't last long."

The kangaroo came down the stairs with distinctively heavy footsteps. She knelt down beside Maya and offered her a big, almost full bottle of clear lube. "Here. It's the stuff we use. If you can't get him in your ass with this, we're gonna have to use axle grease."

"Not my preferred brand," Maya teased, "but it should work. Wanna lube me up?" Knowing already what the answer was, she tilted onto all-fours and nuzzled into Kahnso's plump sheath. Her tail flagged out of the way of her rump.

Veronica slathered her right fingers in lube. She grinned at her husband over Maya's back. "Let me tell you, my sex life's gotten a whole lot more interesting since I married this guy. I've met more chicks with dicks in the last couple years than I ever did on my own. Must be some weird celeb thing. And I'm pretty sure he gets his asshole bleached."

Maya's smile widened when the kangaroo's lubed fingers touched her snug anus. "Mm, don't be-." There was no need to finish the sentence. Veronica pushed her fingers in, moving them slowly but determinedly up to the knuckle. A deep shudder passed through Maya's body. She reveled in how much pleasure she could take from anal sex whether it came from fingers or a stallion's meat. Or from a muscular rock star's knot. "Good. Mm, so good... I bet you practice on Kahnso."

"Don't put ideas in her head," the singer grunted.

"The idea's already there," Veronica said. "Just you wait'll I bust out a strap-on." She rubbed over the small of Maya's back, petting the little fox with her big hand. It was a gentle pleasure and it served as a foil to the anal stimulation. "Hey, Maya. Am I actually lubing you up for him or am I just fingering you off?" She chuckled. "It's really not a problem if you're just getting off on this."

Maya squeezed the bulbous, red flesh of Kahnso's knot and thought with no small amount of pride that it would fit inside of her because she was just that good. Her ears swiveled to better hear Veronica, and she answered in a voice almost dozy with pleasure, "Well, it's really both right now, to be honest."

"Uh-huh, that's what I figured." The kangaroo snickered as she pulled out her fingers. Maya felt like she'd jinxed it. "Lemme take care of this for you, too. My fingers are already slippery."

While Maya straightened herself out, Veronica scooted closer on her knees. She squirted a wad of lube into her palm and snatched up her husband's cock in a possessive fist. What she began was an outright handjob with admirable technique. Her fingers squeezed, fist twisting and tugging while the lube spread across the flesh and kept all friction away. Under her touch, Kahnso bucked and panted. He pulled her in and they kissed, tangling up their tongues like a pair of wet ropes.

"Don't get him too worked up," the fennec warned, but she was smiling. "Unless you'd rather keep doing that and trade me his face?"

Veronica bit Kahnso's jaw before she eased back. She was still panting from the kiss and jerking on him when she said, "Nah. I ate his ass, he can eat mine now. Right babe?"

"Yeah," he huffed. "Yeah. Sure." As he gave his terse reply, he touched her hip and her breast, not squeezing but briskly running his fingers over her. "Go ahead and sit right the fuck down."

Both women took him up on the offer. Veronica moved over top of his head, her tail swaying as she settled her thick behind down on his snout. It smoothly parted her ass cheeks and he started to lap over the pucker of her anus at once.

Maya was a bit more methodical by necessity. She stood over Kahnso's loins, bumped her bottom against his meat, and helped guide it between her cheeks using her paws. The point of the tip touched her anus and she pressed down with a coo and a smile. Kahnso's fat penis opened her gradually because of its shape, and Maya loved how it felt. Sometimes a slow spread was better than an all-at-once gouging like what horses gave.

As if the fennec weren't sitting on a large cock, she slid downward steadily and without pausing to adjust. The trained walls of her tight behind took in Kahnso with ease. She crooned with pleasure at the stretch and the heat, and she reached back and cupped his balls. The hemispheres of her cheeks came down to his knot and she let herself rest there. The knot was for finishing up.

"How you doing?" Veronica quietly asked. She was gyrating slowly on Kahnso, grinding her pucker on his lips and nose while his tongue did the work. "Hurts like hell when I let him fuck my ass. I don't know how you're not dead right now."

"Practice, and lots of it," said Maya. "I wouldn't be much of a porn star if I couldn't take a foot long penis or two."

"I guess not." Veronica licked at her lower lip. One of her strong hands, the one with the wedding band and scarred knuckles, touched the fennec's thigh and squeezed it. "Watching you just sit down like it's nothing actually makes me feel envious. You gonna try to steal him?"

Maya's small fingers played across Veronica's scars. "Nuh-uh. Bu-u-ut," she slowly pulled herself up, then dropped back down, "I'm up for that timeshare if you are."

Maya's heavy bottom came to rest on Kahnso's loins over and over as she bounced on him. Every movement was smooth and full, engineered as much for sexual pleasure as for visual appeal. She reached out and caressed Veronica's hard body, cupping big breasts in tiny paws. She giggled sweetly while running her palms over the barbell piercings. "These feel nice. I don't think I'd ever get piercings, myself, but they look so good on you."

"I like 'em. Yeah." Veronica leaned closer and kissed Maya. Her shift in position further pushed her ass against her husband's snout, pulling the lips of her pussy along his fur. "Hey, kiss me back."

"Mm, sure," Maya agreed. She smooched Veronica shallowly the first time. She did it again but this time parted her lips. Their tongues ran together, stroking each other in lazy laps. Veronica's was much larger, but Maya's was thinner and more flexible. They formed soft curls and twists together.

Veronica stroked down Maya's short body to her loins. Her hand grasped the fennec's penis and stroked it with slow tugs. Maya reached for Veronica's wet cunt but found Kahnso was already there, his thick fingers deep inside of her. Hardly discouraged, Maya felt around his digits and tweaked the kangaroo's clit. The size of her fingers made them a perfect companion to Kahnso's longer, thicker ones.

The fennec and kangaroo broke the kiss off at the same time, but their bodies continued to buck and grind upon Kahnso. The muscular fox divided his attention between them, keeping his fingers in his wife but grasping Maya's hip and bottom.

"It's been a lo-o-ong time since I've had this inside of me, but I never forget a knot," Maya cooed. She nibbled the kangaroo's jawline, huffing into her fur with short, controlled breaths. "Do you like it when he knots you? You used to it?"

"It hurts," Veronica said. "But in a good kinda way, if that makes sense."

"It does, yes." Maya uttered a shy laugh. She held Veronica's wrist and said, "You can pull it harder. I'm not made of glass."

Both the husband and wife got rougher with their small guest. Veronica tugged her harder, squeezing as she did. Kahnso bent his legs, bracing his feet on the floor, and with this leverage he started to buck against her. His knot bumped her spread, slightly swollen anus with crude insistence. Maya bit her lip, still smiling.

"Ooh, yeah. Do your thing, handsome," she cooed to him. Her lips pecked Veronica's jaw, smooching all over the kangaroo's pretty face. "You guys are gonna get me o-o-off, y'know."

Veronica switched hands. She was a little slower with her left hand, but she squeezed more often to make up for it. "Uh-huh. That's the point." Now she nuzzled with Maya, infrequently kissing the fennec's bespectacled face wherever her lips landed. Her movements on Kahnso's face quickened and the hungry, lurid sounds he made became deeper and louder. His hips made a dull smack as they crashed into the fennec's ass.

Maya's eyelids fluttered down. She was leaning back into Kahnso, pushing her generous ass down for his thrusts. The pucker of her anus was widening with each push of the knot and it would eventually slip right inside of her. The thought of something as big as a fist bullying its way into her filled her with lustful anticipation, and so her paws grew more greedy on Veronica's body. Small fingers caressed the muscular kangaroo in loping circles, touching hips, breasts, loins and thighs endlessly. She drank up the sounds of the married couple, loving how Kahnso ate his wife and Veronica huffed for her husband. Her penis throbbed in Veronica's hand, covering the marsupial's palm in precum.

"Mm. Yeah," Maya huffed, pushing downward greedily. Her behind tingled with pleasure and squeezed Kahnso's cock snugly. Again and again the bulb of the knot kissed up to her anus, getting a little further inside with every repetition. Maya kept the pressure on and eventually she started to give enough that it almost slipped into her. She held fast to Veronica, squeezing the kangaroo's forearms as the bulb pushed its way into her. It caused her only a moment of pain, quickly replaced by sexual delight. Then Kahnso's bucks only pushed the entire shaft further into her until eventually his hips were flush to her behind. The muscles inside of her body worked the full length of his cock lovingly.

"Gawddamn," Kahnso grunted under his wife. He reached up for her breasts, clutching both in raunchy, groping fingers. "God damn."

Veronica nibbled the bridge of Maya's snout but said to her husband, "Good for you, baby? You gonna cum?"

Kahnso released into the fennec only a few seconds later. Thick, virile ropes of rockstar slop shot into the smaller fox's ass, filling her up in a way which she was intimately familiar with. His knot kept it all inside of her and allowed the pressure to build on her insides. That with the warmth of his semen was the last sweet push Maya needed, and she came into Veronica's fingers. Her hips bucked a little bit and her cock throbbed as it made the fur in the kangaroo's hand sticky with cum. She nuzzled into Veronica's muzzle and said breathlessly, "Ooh yeah, yeah, he came. Me too..."

Veronica smiled wide and slowed her tugging and her gyrating. She let her ass rest on Kahnso's face. Slowly she took her hand off of the fennec's cock and spread her fingers. Semen webbed the spaces between her digits. "Lot more than I was expecting out of you."

"It was all-, that was-," Maya huffed to regain her composure, leaning heavily on Veronica, "it's been a long day without any relief." She giggled. "So, thanks."

The kangaroo squeezed Maya, then rolled off of her husband and onto her side. Kahnso panted in the open air, both paws going to Maya's hips. His snout was damp. "Damn, woman. Thought you were gonna smother me."

"As if you'd rather die any other way," the kangaroo said.

Maya rested her palms on Kahnso's stomach. The fingers were spread wide. "So-o-o, Veronica. You still worried I'm gonna steal him?"

Veronica shrugged. "You can have him. Fucker didn't get me off."

The fennec covered her mouth to laugh. "That's true, isn't it? Well! Just you wait until I'm free, Kahnso. Then I'm gonna do what you didn't do and satisfy your wife for you."

The muscular fox folded his arms behind his head. He was smiling, eyes closed, his expression totally content. "Ride my dick and then spend an hour making my wife cum? As far as I'm concerned, we can just adopt you and quit trying for a kid."