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Xiao stuck to the edges of the crowd. Despise the mare's repeated attempts to drag him onto the dance floor, the ocelot stayed stubbornly away, citing - playfully at first - his own lack of rhythm. After a few more failed attempts, Mavis - stage name Mad Mavis, a heel role she gleefully played - gave him a smooch on the cheek and sauntered off to get her groove on.

It was just as well for Xiao. He watched from afar as she enjoyed herself. He almost didn't recognize the girl she'd become since she got into the league. Formerly a farm girl as corn-fed as they came, Mavis Friar had taken to wrasslin like a fish to water. And now she was climbing up the ranks, socializing with the big stars, going to parties. He tentatively thought of her as a girlfriend, and he supposed she had similar thoughts, but she tended to want things he didn't readily give. Just the same, she obliged his particular suite of kinks by sitting her fat, sweaty ass on his face - in shorts or panties, of course, never bare. The fact that she never asked for any kind of reciprocation told Xiao she quite liked using him as a chair.

Xiao moved quietly - easy in a place like a club - to the drinks. They were all free, and that was good since he hadn't brought any money with him. It wasn't that he was broke, more to do with a natural wariness around crowds. Pickpockets could really clean up in this kind of environment. Xiao didn't even have his wallet with him. If anyone wanted to steal the lint in his pockets, they could do so.

He got a beer and rested against the wall. Xiao didn't particularly like beer but he liked wine coolers even less. As he drank, doing so in small sips so he could limit the amount of time it spent touching his tongue, he looked at the crowd and picked out Mavis, the tall and plump Tennessee Walker. She was grinding her wide ass on some lucky brown stallion. It made the ocelot smile. Mavis was a little bit of a slut, he supposed, but she never lost the farm girl niceness. He loved her a little bit, but as a friend.

"Hey. You're one of them wrasslers, ain't you?"

Xiao did not flinch, but still was startled by the voice and its closeness. Usually he was sharper than this. He chastised himself for being so dull. When he turned and looked, he saw a very cute fox - one with raccoon markings, long blonde hair, and clothes that belonged on a girl. Halter top in cherry red, matching skirt, a thong line just above its hem. And of course the arm warmers and stockings, all in sassy black lace. Xiao realized he could not tell if this southern-fried fox was male or female.

"Yeah," Xiao answered in his usual clipped voice. "I'm Xiao."

"Yea-a-ah, I recognize ya. Yer that jobber's always gettin' sat on by her," the fox pointed at the crowd without really looking, but Xiao knew who was being indicated. "And that dragon lady. Now she's purdy. Real nice ass cheeks."

The ocelot smiled. It was more a nervous expression than anything coy or cute. "I'm not a jobber," he said softly. He knew more than anybody it was bullshit.

"If ya say so," the fox teased, and leaned on Xiao, smiling. "Ya look nervous, sugar. Like ya got a big stick up yer ass."

"I just don't like parties much." He slid an arm cautiously around the small of the fox's back. "You know," he paused, and blushed, "I don't know if it's rude to ask what gender someone is. But I'm kinda curious."

The fox laughed. There was a girlish quality to it. "Well, I guess it's rude to some folks. I'm a boy. Just fun to dress up and give straight dudes weird erections, ya know?"

Xiao smiled slightly. "Not really. I'm straight, though."

Another charming smile from the fox. His eyelids lowered slightly and Xiao thought he looked extremely pretty. Without thinking, Xiao kissed him on the lips. The fox blushed, chuckled, and kissed back - just a quick, wet smooch in both cases. "Don't be shy, honey."

"You look very pretty," Xiao mumbled. "Is that weird to say?"

The foxcoon's eyes lit up along with his grin. He giggled and squeezed in close to Xiao. The fox was hot and sweaty, like he'd been dancing or tripping on E. Xiao thought it could have been both, considering the setting.

"No, it ain't weird to say. I think you're pretty damn cute," the fox cooed. He nuzzled the ocelot's short snout, then nibbled up to the cup of an ear. He whispered into it, "Ya wanna fuck me, sugar?"

Xiao felt around the fox's behind. If he hadn't been told, he would have guessed he was a girl. His ass was round and juicy. Xiao at once understood what a femboy was.

"I don't really do that," the cat said. Seeing the disappointment in the fox's eyes, however mild it was, made Xiao feel terrible. He said quickly, "But, um, there is one thing I'd love to do."

Again came the smile, and everything was fine again. He kissed Xiao and cooed, "And what might that be, sugar?"

Xiao set down his beer he had barely touched. Somebody else would finish it for him, he imagined. "Can we go somewhere more private? Somewhere we can lay down."

"Sure can," the fox affirmed. "Got just the place."

The fox didn't take Xiao very far, all things considered. He led the ocelot to a panel van parked beside the club and assured him, "Not gonna steal yer organs or nothin' in here. I know the fella owns this. Doesn't mind me usin' it."

Xiao grinned. "I wasn't thinking about my organs being stolen. Now I am. Tactical mistake, showing your hand like that."

The fox giggled and shooed him into the back of the van. Laid out across the floor was a portable love nest made up of plush comforters and heart-shaped pillows, with special care taken to cover the wheel wells in padding. The edges of the roof were lined with red LED strips, something which didn't become apparent until the fox turned them on with a small toggle switch near the roof.

"Tacky. And it smells like sweat," Xiao observed, settling into the blankets with a hint of shyness in his body language.

"Figure you'd like that kinda thing," the fox said. He moved to the doors and pulled them shut, closing out the cool night air. It was still cool inside the van, but soon Xiao had the fox practically on top of him, nuzzling with him, sharing the warmth his fluffy orange coat of fur provided.

Xiao looked away from the fox, at the ceiling. "I don't usually cuddle," he admitted. "I'm sorry. You're probably used to men who can't keep their paws off you."

"Kinda," said the fox, smiling. "But you ain't hurtin' my feelings any, sugar." He kissed Xiao, then got up to his knees. From his position, Xiao could see under the skirt. If the fox was in fact male, he either had his penis taped down or it was very small. "Wanna tell me whatcha wanted to do in private so bad? Maybe ya want me to suck ya off, somethin' nice and easy?"

Never one for direct sexual acts, Xiao nevertheless considered this. The fox was pretty - but more important was his magnanimous behavior, the way he was so different from gay men the ocelot tended to meet at places like that infernal club.

"I don't think so," the cat said, settling into the blankets. He pulled a pillow under his head. "What I want, actually..."

At Xiao's pause, the foxcoon began to stroke gently down the ocelot's front. Finding no resistance, he slid his paws down, all the way down, and slid the fingers of one paw under Xiao's waistband. The ocelot tensed, huffed, said nothing.

"Let me take care of ya," drawled the fox sweetly and quietly. His fingertips brushed Xiao's penis and then the ocelot squirmed.

"Not like that. I'm sorry. Don't touch me like that," Xiao said firmly.

The fox jerked back his fingers. He asked with a minor note of annoyance, "Well what then, sugar? I ain't a goddamn mind-reader."

Xiao huffed. "I love your butt."

A grin from the fox, but a flustered one. He giggled sharply. "That so?"

"And I want it," the ocelot murmured, "on my face. But-, but leave your underwear on. Just sit on me."

The fox giggled again. "Oh, is that all ya wanted, honey? Heck, that's nothin. Figure ya woulda got enough of that from yer mare friend."

Xiao watched, heartbeat speeding up, as the fox climbed over him. That girly, round butt hung over his face, covered by black panties inlaid with lacy roses. The smell of sweat and musk was apparent even now. "Mavis is good, but I just want you. I can't explain it."

"Don't gotta explain it to me. Sometimes ya want a thick, juicy horse ass. Other times ya want a perfect lil' fox ass." And then he sat down, slowly but firmly, cooing as he did. The fox's ass crack proved to be deep and hot and damp. He was no Mad Mavis, but he had some serious buns. Xiao huffed, breathing through his nose, smelling the musk - thick and anal and distinctly male. He hugged the girly fox, coaxed him to drop lower, and the fox did. He said, "Ooh, ya wanna be smothered. Got it, cutie."

The further down the fox sank, pinning Xiao between the pillow and his ass cheeks, the more pleased the ocelot was. This far in, with his nose mashed against the femboy's anus, only a thin piece of fabric separating them, the gender ceased to matter. Xiao smelled him deeply, inhaling anal musk with the hunger of a casual ass-fiend but the appreciation of a connoisseur. His cock stiffened, tenting his shorts noticeably. He expected the fox to touch him and was ready to try and ward off the touch, but it seemed the fox still respected that boundary. His paws stayed to himself. He shared only his delicious, round ass with Xiao.

"Most guys either wanna get their tongue," the fox huffed and wriggled his butt down, "or their dick inside my butthole. Ain't too many fellas understand a butt's gotta be smelled, too, if ya want the full experience."

"Mhm," Xiao murmured. He inhaled through his nose, out his mouth. He supposed his breath was warming the fox's balls. It didn't bother him; they both got something out of this. That made the ocelot happy. He pushed harder, gave it everything he had, and his nose pushed somewhat inside of the fox, taking the panties with.

The girly vulpine yipped and giggled, his ears going flat, then perking again. "Ooh, fuck, ya wanna smell me deep, don't ya? Don't ya?"

"Uh-huh, mhm," Xiao grunted. Air was getting thin now, but this was how he loved it. That anal scent was vulgar and earthy. Most would have stopped here, but Xiao was passionate in his love for a good, smelly ass. It being on a male made it better in an odd way - this cute, feminine fox who could have lied and Xiao would have never known. Xiao smelled him deep and hard, the panties filtering none of the smell, in fact enhancing it because they were wet with the fox's sweat.

The fox looked down at Xiao's body at his erection. He licked his lips and smirked. "Ain't gonna lie to ya, sugar, I really wanna suck ya off right now. Bu-u-ut you made your rules clear..." He let that hang in the air. He was good at that kind of thing - asking permission without really asking. Letting the temptation boil until the rules bent a little bit. But Xiao was an outlier. He was sort of admirable in that way, the fox thought. He knew what he wanted: to only smell hot ass, deep and raw, and that was what he was doing.

"Gawddamn, you are one serious butt-smeller, ain't ya?" the fox said, a little awe in his drawling voice.

The ocelot shuddered. He was only peripherally aware of what the fox said. Air was scarce, senses heightening - some, anyway. Others were leveling off, falling away, unnecessary ones like vision and sound. He could smell so well. He smelled the musk so strongly that he tasted it. A thick stain of precum welled up in his shorts, darkening olive-colored fabric.

"Shit, yer wet down here," the fox murmured, his voice longing. "Really wanna suck yer dick for ya," he said openly. And then he decided that that was he was going to do. Xiao was getting what he wanted - a little reciprocation always made sex better, so far as the fox was concerned. His fingers opened Xiao's fly more deftly than the ocelot could do himself. Xiao tensed, his huffs stopping, then starting again sharper than before. "Lemme take care of ya," cooed the fox softly, sweetly as he pulled down the ocelot's boxers, tucking them under the balls.

Xiao's size was neither spectacular nor disappointing. The fox engulfed his modest, pink penis in a single gulp - down to the very bottom, not a second wasted. Xiao was so unused to sex of any kind. Occasionally - very rarely, actually - he had fleeting moments with Mavis. She was nice, but this fox was shockingly good. In just a few firm sucks, Xiao felt the need to curl his toes. His tail twisted and flicked. So much of it was the fox's stink but that didn't matter to the ocelot, only the end result. He was so enamored with the smell he was huffing into his sinuses that he didn't mind the sex. He stroked over the fox, feeling up his back, around to his smooth belly, onto his thighs. All the same places he touched on Mavis, no less loving as he palmed the girly foxcoon's orange- and cream-colored fuzz.

The fox's sucks were sharp and wet, vulgar noises that Xiao enjoyed. He ground his nose in, gaining no more purchase but loving the struggle. His air came to him richly-scented and barely oxygenated enough to breathe, and his cock throbbed, pulsing against the fox's gay tongue, precum spurting like warning shots into the back of the fox's maw.

The harder the fox sucked, the more he bore down on Xiao. He squeezed the ocelot's balls in a gentle grip. Just enough pressure to make them a bit more tender and pliant, not enough to hurt. He was far less gentle with his mouth, gulping and slobbering on the ocelot's penis almost viciously. Anybody with their ear pressed to the side of the van could have heard his sucks, so loud and sharp they were.

Xiao groaned. He squirmed, huffing, blowing hot breath along the fox's panty-covered crotch. He thought about how, given a little more time and endurance, he probably would have fucked the fox. Maybe that was only the musk talking, maybe not. He was enjoying that round, orange ass and there was no doubt of that. He had been under muscular dragons, fat bears, rowdy farm girls and even a psychotic, drugged-up rock singer - but the foxcoon had an ass to go in his personal hall of fame. He hugged the fox close and he moaned, shuddered. His toes curled and he couldn't hang on anymore.

The fox felt Xiao cumming well in advance. A fox had a way of knowing these things: the particular twitches of the penis, the sudden cessation of precum where there had once been plenty, and all of the other languages the body expressed itself with. When Xiao came, the fox thought himself ready but was taken off-guard by the sheer potency of the mess. Xiao so rarely came that when he did, he was spectacular for his size. Fat ropey strands of cum shot hard and heavy into the foxcoon's maw, coating his tongue, hitting the back of his throat. The fox gulped it down but not all of it. Like he'd put too much food in his mouth, semen dribbled past his jowly lips, running down Xiao's aching cock.

The ocelot mewled and bucked. Writhing, huffing, inhaling the fox and exhaling across him. The euphoria of an orgasm washed over him and made him feel hot and sweaty, the feeling of an orgasm almost cloying to the reserved ocelot. As the sensation wore thin, he waited for the regret that usually accompanied his sexual activities. The feeling evaded him, but he still remained on edge. He pulled back from the foxcoon's deep and sweaty ass crack with a huff. Going from that deep stink to normal air was always a shock and now was no different. Xiao nuzzled the fox's crack, enjoying more idle sniffs to wean himself back into regular air.

At the same time, the fox let go of Xiao's cock. Its shaft was still halfway erect. Semen dribbled from its glans, and the fox enjoyed a few of the drips before he straightened himself. He looked over his shoulder, grinning with sticky lips. "Want me to get up now, honey? Or ya still enjoyin' my butthole?"

"Stay put, please," Xiao said quietly. He pressed his snout gently into the crack and breathed in the sweaty smell. With some difficulty, he said, "You really surprised me. That felt good."

"Most guys like havin' their dicks sucked," the fox observed. "Don't suppose ya reciprocate?"

Xiao, already blushing, nevertheless was embarrassed. "I don't."

"Mm," the fox murmured.

"But, ah," Xiao nudged the fox off gently, feeling self-conscious of taking so much and giving so little, "I could arrange something for you."

The fox eased off of Xiao but cuddled in close to him. This the ocelot didn't mind. The semen on the fox's lips was a bit off-putting, but he enjoyed the shallow kisses and the warmth.

"Go on."

Xiao smiled. "I could introduce you to Mavis. I bet she'd like you."

The fox grinned. "I already know Mavis."

Xiao kept smiling, but his brow furrowed. Sensing his puzzlement, the fox said, "Used to work on her daddy's farm now an' then. Fucked her once or twice. Got to smell her butthole. Pretty nice girl, never figured she'd be a wrassler, but I guess that's life for ya."

The ocelot nodded and mumbled, "Well, I'm sorry."

"Don'tcha be," the fox cooed, and nuzzled into Xiao's chin. "Corny as it is to say, makes me real happy ya liked my butt enough to wanna pack yer nose in it. And cum in my mouth."

Xiao chuckled shyly. "It's been an unusual night for me."

Not for me, the fox was going to say, but didn't. He cuddled close to Xiao and rumbled in a low, purring kind of way. After ten minutes of this gentle, quiet cuddling - during which Xiao felt the fox's erection rubbing on his leg - the fox said, "Guess it wouldn't hurt to see Miss Friar again, though. How's about we go an' see if she managed to get her some stallion meat?"

"Soon," Xiao said, surprising himself. He squeezed the fox in a hug. "I want to-, to cuddle. Can we do that?"

"Sure can," the fox answered quietly. He rested with Xiao, and he cuddled the ocelot all he wanted.