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The bruised coyote remains quiet the whole walk back to her apartment. Kayla keeping an eye on him in case the hit had been worse than it looked. It takes only about twenty five minutes or so for them to make it to her small rental apartment.

They stand there next to it's stairs, Casey furrowing his brow and examining the structure. It had been built on top of a garage, and just over all wasn't very large. Shrugging after a bit and accepting it for what it is, Casey motions her to go on up in front of him. She just shakes her head.

"No, if you get wobbly I want to be able to catch you, or try to." the soft assertion in her voice causes the rough dog to blush and try to assure her, "I'm not drunk, you know? It's really not that bad. I've had worse."

"Climb," pointing to the stairs she has clearly decided that no isn't an acceptable answer. His head pounding, certainly a combination of getting nearly knocked out combined with the crying he'd been doing, Casey decides to just give up. Taking the steps slowly, just to ease her worries.

It's a good thing, too, half way up he nearly stumbles and she grabs him before it can get worse, chiding, "Not that bad, huh?" Swallowing he regains his footing and goes forth, step after step. With just enough room at the top for her to squeeze in and unlock the door.

Once inside she ushers him to an old green loveseat, sitting him down before scurrying over to her small fridge. Making up an cold compress from ice out of the freezer in a sandwich bag, wrapped over with a towel. She offers him a glass of cold water, and goes to get something for his head.

Joking at her as he downs the medicine, "So, is this the part where I get knocked out and you kidnap me?" Chortling at him as she sits down in the small seat with him she teases before probing for more information, "No, but I'll tie you up if you're good. Do you have anywhere else you can go? Any other family in town?"

Casey had never been this disarmed, he realized, she was asking questions no one had ever taken the time to even consider. Things he didn't want brought up. He'd tried so hard to cultivate an image of the tough and 'sexy' loner. The kind of guy some girls thought was fun for a while, at least fun long enough for him to enjoy himself and then move on.

He'd prided himself in a way that he'd never shown anyone how awful his home life was, and she was sitting here next to him prying into a lock box he didn't wanted anyone to know even existed. He'd been sloppy. Maybe he should have gone somewhere else.

Frozen from the question, one good eye fixated on hers, he just sits there. "Casey?" she asks again, "Do I need to call an ambulance?" He declines and begins to explain it. All of it. Not just this afternoon.

How his mom had abandoned him with Old John when he was nine. How he had no idea where she went, who or where his dad was. How Old John had been hurt at the mill, with the company saying it was his fault for the accident. How his aunt had left shortly after, leaving him and his Uncle to run off with some other man who could still work.

How there was no one else, how he had no where else to be. How his situation wasn't going to change short of the old drunk passing away, because he couldn't actually leave him for long. As he keeps talking and explaining the situation to her and sipping on the water he'd been given it starts to feel like a weight being removed from his shoulders.

Realizing that she hadn't responded in a bit as he had focused on trying to answer her question he finally focuses and looks back at her. The orange haired vixen, with the biggest bluest eye's he'd ever seen was sitting there. Crying at him quietly.

"Hey now, whoa. It's not that bad!" he tries to come up with some sort of excuse, anything to make her stop, "The house is paid for and stuff, so it's not like we're super tight on money or anything." He hadn't wanted to upset her, the idea of his situation being upsetting to anyone else had never been something he'd thought of.

Taking the towel from the ice pack he passed it over to her, "Here, chill out, okay? I should go, thank you for helping." He starts to get up, his hand pushing him up by the arm rest and she drags him back down, quicker than lightning, into a firm hug, so fast that his dizziness almost causes him to toss his cookies.

"Sit down and shut up, Casey," firmly hugging him against her as she threatens him, "If you try to go back down those stairs I'll push you down myself so you'll be stuck here with a broken leg. You're a dumb boy, but I don't think you're dumb enough to tempt fate."

Pressing him into her bosom he can't really complain, under different circumstances this is exactly where he'd wanted to be when he hired her. Things change though, and something about this makes him feel sick to his stomach, dizziness aside, "This isn't okay, I'm still your boss. I'll fire you if you don't let me go."

"Oh please, you only hired me because I'm pretty. We both know that. You wouldn't have fired me until I refused at least a date or two. I would have made you work for it, but I might have said yes." He nearly chokes, the words being absolute truth. Done trying to resist her hug he begins to relax and they sit silently for a time.

"I don't want you to pity me, I don't need a hand out." he growls at her, "Why even say that?" She shrugs, still holding him tightly, "You're not the bad boy you want everyone to think you are. Well, part of you is. The other part is a crying kid on a swing."

The words hit him in the gut harder than John ever could have and he lays there. His head resting on her chest as she runs fingers through his dark hair. He looks up at her, out of words. He wants to run, he wants to be mad at her for what she said, but she'd caught him. He could overpower her and leave, it wouldn't be hard.

"Can you," he begs at her, "At least pretend that I'm a lot tougher than you know I am?" Kayla shakes her head, "I think you are a lot tougher than you think you are." As he tilts his head to look at her better she leans in and kisses him softly, fleetingly, as if dipping a toe into water that might be too cold.

She goes back again a moment later, and this time it sticks. The two, coyote and fox, piled onto the ratty loveseat begin to exchange kisses, nipping at each others faces for a time.

In the sudden soft passion of it, before they lose themselves entirely in the caressing touches, Casey manages to check his watch. Half past eight.

* * *

The small couch owns up to its name as they touch and kiss for a time. Eventually, as Casey digs his teeth into her neck gently, Kayla breathily asks him, "I should get a shower. You want to come?" Chuckling at her wording as he answers, "I plan to. Yeah."

Batting him playfully on the back as he pulls away to give her the space to get up. She kicks off her shoes, and the pair begin to undress, leaving clothing behind every step of the way to the apartments tiny bathroom. Not bothering with closing the door or even turning the light on before the naked twosome can get the shower going, letting the water warm up as he presses up against her naked form from behind.

They stand at the open shower door for a time, the larger coyote nipping at her neck from behind as his hands grasp her hips firmly. Gentle nibbles and bites turning her legs to pudding after a few minutes as the warm water's steam roils out into the bathroom.

Breathlessly panting from his attention as she steps away, stopping him with a hand from chasing so closely. Inquisitively Casey looks around her into the smallish shower to see what the plush vixen is up to. Only vaguely surprised to see her hand wrap around a big red canine dildo stuck to the wall. She pulls it sideways and breaks its suction before tossing it into the bathroom sink.

"Planning ahead?" he asks, nodding towards the toy as it rolls around in the sink. Teasingly answering with, "Not for you in particular, but we can pretend I was." As she adjusts the water a bit to her own tastes and lightly steps onto the anti-slip flooring. Leading Casey along by the dick.

It's a tight space, there's room for two people, sort of. The low light from the rest of the apartment adds to the atmosphere and they get to work washing for a time, Casey adamant on the subject. It's clear that he's just using it as an excuse to touch her, but that just makes it all the sweeter.

Eventually they're both cleaned up as much as they can in the space and Kayla tilts the shower head away from them before looking up at him in the shadowy space and asking a simple question, "Think you can make it back to the bed?"

His one word answer, "No." combines with pinning her to the showers wall, hot and heavy they begin to make out again in the warm fog. Eventually he turns her around again, pressing her body against the water warmed surface. She moves in a semi-practiced motion, sticking her butt out and pushing him back slightly, back arching as she does so.

"So that's why it was in here." he teases her, earning a dirty look back. The angle combines with her raising her tail skywards, presenting her entire womanhood to him almost directly, and he moves quickly to mount her. Pushing the tip of his canine cock past her outer lips easily, hands resting on her hips as all of her breath rushes out in a loud gasp.

He wasn't bigger than the toy, but a toy was a toy., it just wasn't the same. The fake dog dick couldn't dig its fingers into her hips like that. She wasn't an innocent by any means, but this was a naughty situation she'd wanted for a long time. Casey's hips roll forward slightly as he pulls her pussy down on his cock and the penetrated fox just can't not moan.

He sits there for a bit, just twitching deeply inside her before moving one hand down her side softly, as if considering what he's doing before really starting. The sound of her supple bottom smacking onto his lap with each thrust fills the small space shortly after.

He's gentle, far more so than she had ever expected in any day dream. Despite that, his depth and pace are just enough to make her fight to keep her breath, and she swiftly loses herself in his intensity. Her loins squeezing around the invasive member greedily as he takes her from behind.

Casey can't believe this situation, he'd hooked up quite a few times but never like this. Something about this felt different. Something about her was different than he was accustomed to. The throbbing in his head was still bothering him, but the adrenaline and lust was going to win if it killed him.

Continuing his work while listening to her pretty panting, absolutely reveling in the feel of her tightness, gripping around him easily. He barely has to pull her hips back at all as she presses them back half for him. It's only at this late instant that he realizes that he never bothered to ask if she was on the pill, or anything else.

It wasn't the first time in his life he'd been in this situation, and it didn't even slow him down. He had zero plans on ruining the mood by asking the her the question of where he should finish. Instead focusing on the motions, and taking control.

Pushing his hips forward harder than before Kayla squeaks, totally unprepared for him to suddenly increase the pace from a bounce to pounding. Pushing her face against the wall as he bares down on her backside, refusing to let her grow used to the pace. Sometimes slower, sometimes faster and as hard as he could.

Her quivering hips and nearly buckling legs tell him all he needs to know about how well it works, her coming orgasm visible to him from a mile out as his own heat builds his rapidly. Without missing a beat, and using almost every ounce of his strength, he pulls out at the last second.

Big red coyote dick in hand he begins to squirt his seed onto the soft butt presented before him, spending himself out in a few moments. As she turns to look back he moves with a vicious pace, pulling her upright by wrapping an arm around her mid section. The sudden yelp of her surprise cuts off as his other hand reaches around and presses pointer and middle finger to her clit gently.

Stuttering out a swear as he holds her tightly against him, cum covered ass pressed to his lap, Kayla doesn't last long from the unexpected stimulation. Her legs entirely giving out as the swirling motion of his fingers does its job, the only thing stopping the vixen from ending up on the floor being Casey's grip on her middle.

"We might," he admits to her, "Need to take another shower."

* * *

The clock next to Kayla's bed shows 3:45 AM. She'd been asleep for a while, gripping onto Casey's chest as he lay there watching the time pass in the dark. The apartment lit only by a small amount of streetlight brightness filtering in through the cheap plastic shades.

His mind was running, absolutely exhausted, but unable to sleep. Was this different than the other hook ups he had been a part of in the past. It felt somehow different. They didn't hook up at a party, he didn't have to chase after her like a love sick puppy for a week to let his rakish attitude win her over.

She had kissed him. She had shown real care about his situation. All the other girls he'd ever been with would have called him a pussy and never spoken to him again, or just made fun of him behind his back. They had fallen for his act, but Kayla got a one way ticket to seeing straight through it.

His bruised and swollen eye felt better, some at least. His ego though, it had taken a blow far harder, and as he ran his fingers through the foxes orange hair he thought quietly about how this might be something different. How maybe he could make it something that mattered.

As long as he didn't fuck it up.