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A warm wind blows across the darkened field behind the Pawsburg drive in theaters only screen on a clear summer night. The sun already well below the horizon with the stars out and sparkling. Far above the blinking lights of a late night airliner dance across the sky. Down below a young skunk and her wolf lay in the slightly inclined field and stare up at the shimmering beauty.

"You know," pausing, Tye interrups himself by taking a quick swig from the small glass bottle of whiskey he's holding, "It really is beautiful tonight. I'm so glad the towns lights don't fully blot out the sky from here." SIlently passing the bottle to his feminine companion who takes her own sip.

With her speach very slightly slurred, Yvette responds "I think that's all I should have" before sitting up next to the wolf and allowing her big tail to flop onto his chest. Turning to look back at him over her shoulder in the darkness while lifting an eyebrow she asks, "You ready for bed?"

Shaking his head and softly saying no Tye puts an arm behind his head while the other arm holds onto the black and white contrasted skunk tail, "You can go back if you want, I just want to stay out a little longer."

"No, no. That's not what I mean." she responds, reaching over to rudely grab at his the wolfs crotch through his jeans. The almost yipe that he gives in return causing her to break out into laughter. "Good god, woman!" Tye exclaims, "Don't just do that, geez. If you want it, you know where it is, speak up!"

With a smooth motion Yvette rocks backwards, rolling her tail out of the way as her back presses into the green grass again. Her ebony legs shoot up, the white fur on her ankles and feet holding in a skywards posistion. "Huh?" is about all Tye can get out as he sees what's happening in the mostly dark. WIth her thumbs hooked into the sides of her boyshort panties she reaches out and deftly slides them off to plop the fabric down on his chest.

"Will do." is all poor Tye hears from her before she rolls ontop of him to lock lips, skirt riding up her thighs as her bare lower half straddles his lap.

***

Tyes muffled response mixes with laughter as their mouths press together. The skunks thighs squeezing at his still covered lap as she grabs his head and french kisses him. Rolling around in the grass like kittens fighting, first Tye on top, teeth biting into the nape of the skunks neck as she runs fingers through his hair.

Roll about, this time Yvette has her top pulled down with her bare breasts pressed to the wolfs face, one nipple in his mouth as she grinds against his lap.

Roll about, Tye pinned her to the ground, both hands above her head. Both wrists held in a single one of his paws as his free hand lifts her skirt and rubs two fingers to her clit and growls, "Frisky much?"

It doesn't take long for the wolfs jeans to be shucked off and tossed aside with the panties and the skunks dress like so much useless material. The rolling mess of fur and lust going back and forth for a time before eventually Yvette gets the upper hand, shoving Tye down onto his back and scooting up to pin him with her weight and kisses.

"Now then," she grins down at him, "I'll bring you to civilization yet." Looking about for a moment she spots what she wants. The closed bottle of whiskey.

Raising an eyebrow at his captor Tye watches what she's doing. In a deft motion she screws the top off, takes a long drink, puts the lid back on and tosses it onto their clothes. Curious he asks, "Why?"

Smiling with one hand back on his chest and the other reaching around behind herself Yvette answers, "Fun." It's clear after a moment what she's doing with that hand as it grasps onto the wolfs canine cock and guides it to where she wants, tip pressing to the lips of moistened skunk womanhood and sliding in neatly.

The pair let out a near mutual gasp of sexual pleasure and hold still for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Without a word Yvette sits back, riding full cowgirl and with her knees slightly under her and begins to gyrate. Tyes hands clap around her hips almost instinctually as they both groan in pleasure.

Each rolling motion working her hips on his lap, the pressure of the wolfs dick changing its angle of attack near constantly causing her to gasp with pleasure. Her small hands move down and press to his chest as she changes posistion. Wet pussy wrapping around the wolfs meat going from gyration to flat out humping.

Bouncing and riding, each and every time she brings her ass down forcing a pleased moan from her lips. Like a spring she pops up and down. Feminine lower lips wrapping tightly around canine cock as she tries to hold the pace.

It doesn't take her too long before Yvette is pushing herself to her physical limit, the grass not being nearly as enjoyable as a bed would be for this task. Panting, shaking and starting to slow she doesn't react much as Tye rolls her over, switching places to some degree as he cups the backs of her knees and pins her legs up in the air to take the lead.

Submissively accepting the new posistion the pair build to climax at a solid pace, Tye going harder and faster, damn near moving the skunk up the hill a little on each thrust. The love locked mammals begin to finish in unison. The wolfs knot locking them together as he pumps his seed into the her womb. Just the same her legs lock around his waist and press him down deeper. Groaning and moaning, both gasping for breath.

A quiet sentence passes from the skunk as her hands run through his hair as he lays on top of her, "A beautiful night, want to go again? My legs feel better."

Still catching his breath it's all Tye can do to disbelievingly answer, "Again?!"

***

"Ugh," Yvette stands there in front of the washing machin fingering her black dresses hem, "Grass stains are the worst."

From the small kitchen in the trailer all she hears in response is Tyes laughter, "Your fault!"