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The perfectly maintained silence of the kitchen was broken by a distant yawn before the culprit meandered in with the grace of a zombie. Trav brushed some locks of his long mane out of his eyes, cinching his robe up tighter before aimlessly wandering around in search of sustenance. Growling and grunting, the lanky maned wolf couldn't seem to find anything attractive to his half-awake mind, even with the whole kitchen at his disposal. Eventually, he remembered a bucket of snack mix he'd been meaning to work his way through, and he grunted as he knelt to rifle through the lower cupboard. His back let out a delightful pop as he did so, reminding the wolf he needed to budget in less time at the desk and more time for relaxing.

The clacking of claws on the kitchen tile behind him perked the Maned wolf's ears, but he continued to rummage around in the bottom shelf. Even if he hadn't recognized those footsteps, he knew the faint scent that was getting progressively stronger; a burnt yet faintly earthy scent of damp, oxidized iron, with a dusting of Vanilla wafers on the back of the tongue.

There was no greeting, just the squeeze of firm digits squeezing a fistful of the fabric of the back of his robe. Four fingers, one thumb. Then three digits, two thumbs.

Trav knew the routine. Finally grabbing his snack mix, he groaned again as he started to rise, just in time for a slender, white arm to reach up toward the top shelf. Back on his feet, that familiar long, thick tail was free to wrap around his waist as the remaining hands latched on to him, helping a smaller, warm body cling against his upper back.

"Morning, Yari," the maned wolf murmured, his ears flicking a wrist holding onto his mane for support.

"Hello, Trav," the Sur'ri responded, now able to reach her target. She started rifling through the cabinet above Trav's head until her fingers closed on her secret stash of jerky. Pulling the bag free, she plopped it between the wolf's ears just as he'd finished pouring himself a bowl of his own snack. This was nothing unusual, the pale, slender alien had made a habit of climbing the tall maned wolf like an interactive cat tree, often settling herself on his shoulders. Trav didn't mind.

The two made their way into the living room, Trav munching on his crunchy treat as Yari tore open the bag with her fangs, starting to snap up some of the salted meat. Stopping in front of the couch, he sat down on the edge of the seat, giving Yari the chance to slip off his back and slide onto the back of the couch. Trav settled in below and beside her, passing the remote to one of her clawed feet. With no less dexterity than one of her "hands", the Sur'ri flicked on the TV, starting to "toe" through channels. For many long, minutes, the two munched on their respective snacks, letting out alternating hisses and growls at the variety of nonsense, politics, and utter dreck public entertainment had to offer.

His munchies temporarily abated, Trav plopped the half-eaten bowl down on the cushion next to him, slouching with a little yawn. Glancing over at his friend and spying her fluff-tipped tail twitching idly next to him, he watched it for a long moment, weighing out some pros and cons in his head. Eventually, he shrugged his shoulders and threw caution to the wind. Yari hissed a little as her tail was grabbed, the wolf moving that tip into his lap, but the sound changed to a surprised, albeit pleased little churr as her friend began combing through the fluffy fur with his claws. Resting the back of his head lazily against the back of the couch with his cheek against her warm thigh, he softly petted the lion-like tail tuft like a tiny lapdog.

Truth be told, Trav had half expected a hiss, a light clawing, or his throat to be cut out at doing this. However, did not expect Yari's leg to shift against his cheek and for one of her feet to rest on his shoulder. He'd started to cock his head and look up at her, but words left him as she firmly squeezed his shoulder. With both thumbs working in concert pressing into his flesh, she started massaging at the shoulder with surgical dexterity. The Maned Wolf's eyes half closed and he let out a sigh as she managed to target two knots at once, and he felt his entire right side relaxing under her touch. He slumped against her just a little, grateful for the distraction from crusty politicians and orange Italian-Americans. All the time, she continued to snack on her treat, though she had started to nibble, as opposed to her previous evisceration.

Never one to be outmatched in the giving of affection, Trav took a page from her book and moved his paws down from the tuft of her tail. He too started to massage, working up the long rope of muscle and soft fur with alternating scratches of his claws and slow, deliberate digs from his thumbs. Yari's tail twitched in his grasp, the tip slithering around his waist again as he helped the long, heavy extra limb relax. He took care not to work too far down her tail toward her butt, less concerned about offending his nudist alien friend's sensibilities and more concerned about pricking himself on one of her venomous spikes. Like a serpent, Yari's tail slowly flexed and writhed under his touch, that tail tip flicking back and forth. A sound similar to a purr was thrumming in his ear, closer to a reptile in timbre but with a mammalian warmth.

All of a sudden, the sound stopped. Trav's ears flattened in surprise, and his paws stopped mid-knead. Turning to look up at her, he flinched in surprise at seeing her eyes boring into his. All four. Not sure what had just changed, the wolf hesitated, before starting to mumble an apology.

"Uh...sorry, I just-"

The Maned Wolf was cut off when Yari let go of his shoulder, pushing off of him to adjust her seat. In doing so, she opened her legs, and Trav's eyes went wide as he caught a shocking peek at the sliver of dark flesh between her snowy white thighs. If she noticed his surprise, she didn't acknowledge it, as she lifted her leg and swung her foot in front of his face. Already caught off guard, Trav surprised himself as he found himself blushing even more as the clawed set of digits nearly grazed his muzzle.

Tossing her half-eaten bag down into Trav's empty bowl, she adjusted herself until she sat just behind him. The maned wolf sat there frozen, unsure of what was happening and feeling a bit nervous. With a yelp, Trav's face was pulled back, his head resting lightly against the back of the couch. Bending her legs and showing off her flexibility, Yari's feet had grabbed at his face and pulled it into place, his ears grazing her inner thighs. Her digits were fanned across his face, her "palms" pressing into his cheeks as his thumbs curled under his jawline. He tried to look up, but her feet held him gently in place, squeezing him lightly.

Any confusion the poor, clueless wolf may have had was thrown out the window, however, as her thumbs began to move. Just as dexterous as before, her thumbs started stroking in gentle little circles, massaging the sides of his chin. Trav's jaw would have fallen open had it not been for her thumbs, and his ears fell flat and his eyes closed. He couldn't have reciprocated the affection if he tried, he was little more than a warm mannequin between her toes. As such, he merely sat there, savoring the tender affection. Yari did not seem to mind, craning her head to watch her friend's face with a little smile.

As the alien did so, however, her brow furrowed slightly and she cocked her head. Trav's face was different this time, not looking happy and relaxed as he had before. He looked almost tense, as if he was trying to keep himself together.

"Trav?" Yari murmured softly, a bit concerned.

Sure enough, the maned wolf was far from relaxed. Something about this all felt very odd. Sure, it felt nice. Very nice, in fact. And yet there was something strange about this, something that made him want to press his face even more into her digits. His chest felt tight, his heart was beating faster than it should...and he may have even felt something stirring in his belly. A soft, unintelligible murmur was his only response to his friend's inquiry.

Still somewhat perturbed, she started to pull a foot away, only for Trav to tilt his muzzle and try to remain in her grip with a little whine. Yari's eyes widened, and a quick peek with her second pair of eyes saw just how much his body temperature had raised. Experimentally, she returned her foot to his face, all of her digits stroking and caressing the side of his face and muzzle. She even added in some attention from her claws, delicately combing through his fur and even slipping between his lips for a moment. He'd already begun to let out a murr, the path of her claws raising goosebumps, but when her digit grazed his teeth, passing over his slickened fangs, he responded automatically, trying to slip the digit into his muzzle.

In the moment that followed, Trav's eyes went wide. The realization of what he'd just done was enough to wake Trav up, and even as his body still felt smothered, he blushed in shame and tried to put words together.

"Huh," Yari murmured, confused but intrigued. This was an unexpected reaction...and yet, something about the maned wolf looking so confused like this was endearing. How far could this go?

With a shrug, she upped the ante, slipping one of her thumbs into her mouth. Hooking the digit within his muzzle, she pulled on his cheek ever-so-slightly. Trav let out a slightly distorted gasp of, before huffing in confused pleasure, jaw falling open and eyes going half-lidded again. Fascinated, Yari slipped a thumb on the other side of his muzzle into his mouth as well. Her digits rested on either side of her lower teeth, the wolf feeling her claws gently raking against his gums. He never could have guessed how sensitive the flesh was, and he whined softly. His mouth tried to close on the invading digits as he gulped half-heartedly, and his wide, flat tongue slipped slightly free from between his lips. Two of her fingers caressed his cheeks, seeming to just be playing with the malleable flesh with gleeful abandon. Her muzzle was split in a grin, finding herself enjoying playing with the large canine as he writhed his face very slowly against the caresses against his gums and fangs. First raking and caressing a third thumb across his hanging tongue, she eventually outright gripped the fleshy pink hydrostat, wrapping the tip around her digit. At that contact, more of his tongue slipped out to try and further embrace her, letting out a choked little groan.

Yari, however, had bigger plans. Pulling that digit away, she wiped the saliva on Trav's cheek and drew a shudder out of him. He was about to lift a paw to wipe away the mess, when he saw Yari start to lean over, her eyes piercing into his.

"Suck," she ordered softly, voice firm as she asserted her control, pressing her damp digit against his lips, claw resting atop his tongue.

Immediately, the maned wolf closed his lips around the toe and started to suckle, rolling his tongue around on the clawed digit. Moaning thickly around the digits still in his muzzle, he even bobbed his head on Yari's thumb, eager to please and eager to follow her direction.

"Good boy... Very good," she purred in approval. As Trav whined needily, her other foot moved to cradle his chin tenderly, her thumb stroking his white-furred throat. With a wicked little grin, she then pressed her claw against his throat, just deep enough to feel the pulse of life underneath. Whimpering a little and panting in nervous excitement, Trav tried to hold it together as his gag reflex kicked in, gulping at the digit far past what was necessary. Neither of them fully knew what this was, but it was clear it had long gone past friendly affection. Yari knew what she wanted, and Trav would have as well if he had the mental capacity in the moment.

Neither of them monitored how much time had gone by, with Trav lovingly tending to Yari's foot and the alien alternating between tenderly encouraging and playfully threatening the wolf. However, just as quickly as she'd initiated the contact, she pulled her digits free from his muzzle, letting go of his face entirely. A pathetic whine was uncorked from the wolf as his mouth was vacated, but he was roughly shoved before he could get his bearings. Her foot rested on his chest as his back hit the couch, and she quickly repositioned herself atop him, pinning him down. Trav flailed a little in confusion before looking up...and then losing every possible thought in his mind.

Yari was gazing down at him with narrowed, predatory eyes. The slivers of her ruby irises stood out from her snowy fur and from between her rows of perky breasts, dark nipples perked and excited. Her thighs once again cradled his face, her supple thighs pressing against his cheeks as she straddled him. However, nothing else mattered and nothing else was noticed by the poor canine as she gazed into his friend's long, soft, ink-dark slit hovering just off the tip of his nose. Unlike any other partner he'd had, her gorgeous folds were less of a soft pair of lips and more a thick, erotic gash. Stretched long, designed to pass eggs...and take everything the wolf could possibly offer and more. Trav's mouth fell open and his eyes went wide, and Yari purred again, grinding wet sliver of flesh across the tip of his muzzle, and he flushed at the heavy smear of silk left behind on his lips.

"Make your mistress cum," she cooed, voice almost maternal as she settled atop him, her luscious thighs straddling his neck. "Do it, and she might let you too."

The words were barely free of her muzzle before instinct kicked in, the wolf so reduced by her treatment that he only acted in the pursuit of pleasure, and he brought his lips to hers in a fervent kiss. Even Yari was a little surprised, gasping a little before rolling her hips against his muzzle. The sensation echoed all the way into her belly as Trav let out a moan that vibrated against her lips. Trav pushed his muzzle deeper between her legs and into her slit, slipping his tongue inside. Now, it was the female's turn to moan softly. Sur'ri and Sek tongues were a delight, thin and delicate while just as articulate and talented as any other appendage of hers. Canine tongues had none of that grace, none of that delicacy, and Yari did not mind at all. Trav's long, wide, flat tongue speared into her depths, curling clumsily yet hungrily within her depths, lashing her body with warmth. Her flesh was shockingly soft, almost like velvet, and her muscles tensed with every swipe of his tongue within.

Even with every inch of his tongue inside her, he could still feel more to go. That certainly wouldn't do, not when his mistress demanded more. Her hands were holding onto his ears, and she was humping at his muzzle hungrily, hissing in a mix of pleasure and consternation.

Taking a deep breath first, Trav pressed his lips to her folds again before sinking his muzzle into her. Yari's reaction was immediate, her claws nearly piercing his sensitive ears as she gripped him tighter. Her thighs squeezed his face even more, her writhing atop him actually impaling herself more on his long muzzle. As his face sunk deeper into her, the sounds leaving Yari's muzzle grew more insistent, and her body continued to clench around his face, making it harder to breathe. The harder and deeper Trav went, the more he unwittingly pushed himself into a foggy, oxygen-deprived state. And yet, he simply did not stop, motivated by undiluted lust. As he kept trying to lick and slurp deeper however, he found himself whimpering and gasping for air. Opening his eyes blearily, his vision is hazy as he can only process black, stretched flesh and the snowy white fur of her lap. The canine couldn't even lift his arms to hold his friend close or to push her away and catch a breath. All he could do was mindlessly writhe his face around in her depths, licking and probing as best as he could.

Suddenly, Trav's eyes snapped open and he let out a choked noise, muffled by slick, alien flesh. The wolf had hit his limit, his heart beating out of his chest as he woke up from his sexual intoxication and realized he was actually starting to asphyxiate. His eyes were still hazy and his body was weak, and with his mind still cloudy he did not know what to do. Above him, Yari's eyes were shut tight and her fangs were bared, fur bristling as she felt the pressure building. She focused on the pleasure Trav was giving him, unaware or uninterested in the peril the wolf was in as he began to jerk and thrash. He'd started huffing and gasping, panicking in his delirious state as he felt himself getting weaker, unable to speak. Fight or flight had finally kicked in. With a desperate burst of strength, Trav forced his muzzle open, stretching Yari's passage open wide enough to push even her anatomy. Finally, air rushed in, and Trav gasped and huffed hungrily, filling his lungs as his jaws all but split Yari open.

Yari was no stranger to this sensation, no stranger to pushing her body's limits, but this was different. Not just stretched, not just feasted upon, not just dominating a cute wolf, this was something special. Shuddering and hissing in overstimulation, she tried to roll her hips and let out a screech when she could not. When Trav had regained enough oxygen in his brain to realize what was happening, he afforded himself a quick smirk, before taking in another deep breath and diving his face into her stretched body once more, pushing his entire face inside and driving his tongue farther than he could have ever thought possible. Her bucking hips all but rode his face, plunging his muzzle in and out of her. Lashing his tongue around, Trav desperately worked with her to finish the job.

Little effort was needed, and before Trav found himself out of breath again, Yari suddenly pulled off of him entirely. Blinded by the light and gasping in shock, Trav had time to bark in shock before he was once again met by her lips. Yari's face was flushed, her muzzle hung open, and a series of feminine cries and monstrous hisses left her muzzle as she shivered atop him. Her clawed hand was stroking herself fervently, dipping inside and mashing in and out of her cunt as she worked herself through an intense climax. By the violent jerks and thrashes of Yari's body, the powerful muscles flexing within her, Trav was glad she'd let him out first. Grabbing her hips and pulling her close, he messily licked and nipped at her flesh as she rode out her pleasure, growling hungrily as he gained back just a hint of power and control.

Eventually, the cacophony died down. Trav rested his head on the couch, dazed, as Yari steadied herself atop him, panting heavily and sitting on his chest. After a few moments, Trav's muzzle creased in a smirk. Feeling a bit full of himself, Trav rolled his cheeks against her thighs, before attempting to deliver a teasing kiss to her soaked lips.

With a hiss, Yari quickly dispelled any misconceptions the wolf may have had. Sitting up and dismounting his face, she glared down at him with narrowed eyes and bared fangs. Trav squeaked unceremoniously, scared that he had overstepped. However as he watched her move and looked down his front, his eyes went wide. He'd not even noticed what his own body was doing throughout this all, and while he'd certainly lost some "momentum" as he was being smothered, his own cock had slipped free and was peeking out from his robe, loosened in the scuffle.

"Uh, Yari are you-"

Another hiss, and the alien dropped herself unceremoniously upon his lap, her plush cheeks clapping against his thighs as his still-hardening cock was swallowed up by her depths. Trav let out a bark of shock, tensing up and lifting off the couch slightly, only to be pushed back down onto his back. Taking pawfuls of his chest fur, she leaned down to look him dead in the eyes, his terrified gaze reflected off all four of hers.

"A deal's a deal..."

And after delicately lifting herself back up, his flesh nearly falling free of her, she slammed herself back down with a bone-crunching thump. Yari was a masterclass in sensuality, every curve of her body flexing in tandem. Even as her multiple modest pairs of breasts bounced with each roll of her body, it was her thighs that always drew in admirers like sailors to a siren. Muscular but not bulky, her acrobatic physique and preternatural flexibility had sadly not been properly displayed for the wolf until now, but as he gazed starry-eyed up at her, he savored the sight. Despite nearly popping his head inside of her minutes before, her muscles gripped him like a vice, and Trav was gasping and moaning in no time. As she grew more insistent, her control over him waned, and the maned wolf sat up to embrace her. His claws traced over the gorgeous red stripes across her back and thighs, raising goosebumps as he raked over the flesh. His lips found her upper row of breasts, locking onto a dark nipple and suckling hungrily. Churring in pleasure, she pressed her muzzle into his headfur, her paws wrapping around his back. The maned wolf did his best to thrust upward into her, but some authoritarian hisses into his ear kept him in line. Resigning himself to being used, he tended to her like a good dog, his panting growing more and more insistent.

Just as he felt his belly starting to twist, just as he was about to open up his mouth and gasp something in the heat of the moment, Trav was pushed back onto the couch. His face was covered by one of her feet again, and this time the wolf needed no command to worship. He messily licked and kissed at the unique body part as she clutched his entire face, still awkwardly continuing to ride him shallowly. With all these sources of pleasure, there was nothing left for him to hold back. Letting out a muffled cry around three of her digits in his mouth, he tensed up and bucked, Yari slamming her hips back down one more time, sealing his knot within her. Yari closed her eyes, letting out a shuddering hiss of relief and pride as she felt the maned wolf throb within her, painting her dark passage with warmth. So much was pumped inside, all thanks to this strange wolf and his unique proclivities...

After a minute of panting and groaning from them both, Yari's digits slid from Trav's mouth as she adjusted herself, before laying down on his chest. Her anatomy meant she could have slipped off his knot with no discomfort, but she seemed to have no desire to leave just yet. With shaking paws, he wrapped his loose robe around them both, cinching the garment closed behind her back.

Smacking her lips a bit, Yari started to reach behind them to feel around for her half-eaten snack. However, she hissed in surprise as something bumped her foot early, and as she glanced back, she saw the bowl hanging in the air held up awkwardly by Trav's pinched big and indexed toes, her snack safely tucked inside. The alien smirked, taking the bowl with much more finesse with her foot and passing it to one of her hands. Turning back to Trav, she beheld his own smirk, albeit a bit sheepish. Flicking her forked tongue over his nose, she fished out two strips of jerky. First one for herself, then one simply held between her teeth with a wink. Trav chuckled, opening his muzzle and closing it at her lips. After puckering up and sharing a soft kiss with his dear friend, he drew the salted meat into his muzzle. The pair chewed and nuzzled softly as they relaxed, once again turning their faces mindlessly toward the television.

Soon, the only sounds filling the room were short blurbs of loud programming as the two leafed through channels, trying in vain to find something interesting.