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The small coffee shop smelled like heaven to Laura. She had gotten there much earlier than she had needed to for this date that she had setup. Thankfully the book store attached to the shop was able to hold her interest for half an hour or so before the plump vixens anxiety started to get the better of her before retreating to the stores small bathroom to lock herself in to try and soothe her thoughts.

Gazing at the reflection in the slightly dirty mirror she knew she was a mess. The outfit was a disaster, off brand fur lined boots, khaki capris she'd thrown on at a whim, and the oversized hoodie she was rocking over a sweater. It screamed 'laundry day', and she knew it. Her hair was frizzed out, the humidity in the air forcing her to keep it back in a tight orange ponytail. Was she really going to do this? Have a date wearing these clothes? With some random human she had met online?

Running through a mental checklist to assure herself this was okay. They were meeting somewhere public, she was going to pay for her food, no one would be screaming at her for this. She didn't know anyone here, if there were rumors they wouldn't effect her. These things were happening far more often in the last few years, after all. Her mom would be absolutely ashamed though. No matter what she quietly said to herself at the mirror that single thought refused to go away. Mom would be so very ashamed of her.

Laura wasn't like her mom though, she had admited as much long ago. She wasn't model pretty, she wasn't slim and with a full chest like any of her cousins. Not that anyone could tell in the clothing she was wearing but she felt cheated no matter what. Her sister Anna had all the vulpine good looks. All the good luck with the tods in their community too. Anna was borderline trophy wife material, and it made Laura just feel like less. She supposed that was how she had gotten into this situation.

Under the clothes Laura didn't seem to be able to compete with any of her other vixen peers. She had been the only one in her school to be overweight, one of only a handful to need glasses, and had only gotten her braces removed at nineteen. The other vixens perfect orange fur lacked the spots that she seemed to be covered in. Their vulpine faces made her own shorter snout feel inadequate. There had been bullying. Teasing. Harassment. It had been awful, and it left a deep mark on her.

A few days before she had signed up to one of the handful of websites dedicated to helping find love between humans and anthros. It spoke of so many couples successes, of all the good times that she might be able to find, and admittedly she had never found human men unattractive. Just different. Which in its own way appealed to her. She had a few human friends growing up, the schools had done away with total separation long ago after all, but it didn't stop people from generally hanging out with their own, so to say. She had considered a human boyfriend on multiple occasions, after all there had always been a few that seemed interested.

Suddenly her phone buzzed loudly in her hoodies kangaroo pocket, causing the plump fox to jump and fidget the device out as the bells on her headset plug tinkle loudly in the silence of the room. On its bright screen was a short message from Daniel, the brown haired guy she had been speaking to, he was letting her know he was there and asking if she had made it yet. Shaking with a mix of fear and adrenaline Laura poked out a response on the touch keyboard, letting him know that she would be there in just a moment and that nature had called.

Looking at the mirror of the bathroom one more time before taking a deep breath and repeating "It could be fun" like some sort of mantra as her paw reached to unlock the door and heading back out to find her date.

* * *

To her utmost surprise, it was actually pretty fun. Daniel and her spent almost an hour and a half in the corner of the coffee shop. Passing stories back and forth about each other. She learned he worked at one of the nearby retail stores, where as she still lived at home and didn't even have her own job. That she was the first girl to respond to him on the app they'd met on, and that this was her first date. Ever. Between talk about music, movies, laughing and a few donuts the pair ran the clock down well past sunset.

Before long the shop had started to clean up for the day and uncharacteristically Laura decided to ask if he needed a ride home. He didn't need it, Daniel explained, but he wasn't going to turn it down. A few quick moments later they were out the door and piling into Lauras car while Daniel gave easy enough to follow directions. It takes all of 5 minutes to get to his aparment complex and find a parking spot.

"Hey," he asks, looking over at her, "You want to come in? We can watch a movie or something, unless you really need to go?" Laura blushes violently, only saved from total embarassment because of the relative darkness inside the vehicle from the night coming on. She had never planned for this to get even this far, hell she hadn't planned on him even showing up. Fuck it, she shrugs, "Sure, let me text my mom and let her know where I am and that I met a friend."

"Yeah, yeah." Daniel nods from the passenger seat, looking at her sideways and with a small grin that she barely notices. "What's up?" she asks, trying to figure out what his silly smile is about, "You're just a lot cuter than your picture made you seem. I hope that's not too forward, but it's damn true."

The blush from before couldn't compete with this new one if it had six months of advanced training and had prepped with pre-game meth. She stares at him, mouth slightly open and at a total lack of words. Boys had never called her cute. They'd called her fat. Piggyfox. Shortnose. Spot. The only man in her whole life that had ever called her cute had been her father, and that just wasn't the same.

It was the hoodie, he didn't know that she was so chunky, he couldn't see her blemishes. That had to be it. "You don't mean that, I'm really not." Her own forced laugh that follows her words causing the fox to cringe internally. With a curiously amused tone he prods back at her, "Well, what puzzle pieces am I missing? Because all I see is a casually gorgeous woman."

Trying to change the topic she deflects, "Are we going in or not?" They do, and after a few moments they've made it up the stairs to his apartment and gone in to the warmth. Without missing a beat Daniel shows her around while getting snacks and drinks ready as they discuss what to watch. The movie didn't matter much though, because almost as soon as he sat down next to her with their drinks and the popcorn he asked again, "So, what puzzle piece am I missing?"

Flustered from the return of this question she pauses the movie and stands, looking over at him as she pulls the hoodie up and over her head. The sweater wearing vixens form a bit less unknown, it's clear that she's a solid forty or fifty pounds overweight and not gained much for it in her oppinion. Her plump stomach and big ass aren't counter balanced by her chest, the moderate B-cups making her a solid definition for 'pear shaped' at best.

"I don't get it," he remarks with a serious expression, "I'm not trying to make fun of you, you know that right? I think you look good, I take it you don't hear that often? Would you prefer I call you something else?" Standing there in front of him she crinkles her brow, unable to find the words to respond with before she sits back down heavily on the sofa.

Laura fidgets, playing with her hoodie in her lap as he starts the movie up again. Half an hour passes with her lost in her own thoughts, not even paying attention to the film as she sips on the can of soda he'd gotten for her before he sat down. He didn't mean that, right? This was a trick of some sort. Eventually Daniel speaks up and asks, "You know, you can go if you want. It's cool. I didn't mean to upset you."

Equally quiet she answers, "I don't want to go, I just don't believe you." The two keep staring forward, not looking at each other as he speaks under his breath, "Do you think I'd have wanted you up here if I didn't think you looked good?" That, she had to admit, was not something she had considered, at all.

Saying as much before she carefully asked, "What, uhm, did you hope would happen with me coming up to your apartment?" Daniel's smirk told her everything she needed to know, somehow the idea of them fooling around had never really entered into her thought process. She had only considered cuddling at best.

"Listen, Laura, I don't want to waste your time-" he manages to get out before she cuts him off, rapid firing off the first words her mouth can form, "Fuck my mouth then." Her mind was racing, he was hot, this was her chance to try to win a guy, any guy, over. To dig her claws into someone and not be so lonely any more. If it didn't work that way then maybe they could be fuck buddies, or something. Anything was better than the creeping loneliness she dealt with on a daily basis. "I want it, bad, I want you to bob my head on your cock and call me a sloppy bitch."

She couldn't believe what she was saying, it had been a daydream of hers for years to tell someone this, to get it, to be bent over and plowed like a piece of fuckmeat. At this point she was starved for any male attention, a particularly masculine looking tree could have had its way with her. Daniel, for what it's worth, paused to ask, "Are you sure?" Obviously taken aback by her suddenness.

Smiling shyly at him she just nodded before giggling as he almost pounces on her.

* * *

The sweater was off before she even knew what was happening, his strong hands running through her fur and squeezing at her sides, hips, shoulders, butt, and breasts. Her own paws going up the back of his shirt as he pinned her to the couch, paws running up and down his back as he kissed and bit at her neck. The two were rapidly a mess, with t-shirt, sweater, and bra on the floor at their feet.

As she firmly held his head to her breast and stifled a noise from being nibbled Laura before managing to speak up, "I mean it, sit back and let me suck you off. I want my mouth to be yours. I want you to gag me and call me names. I need it." It only took a light shove on her part to push him off of her, and before she could even sit up and get situated Daniel had undone his jeans and shucked them off into the growing pile of clothing.

Seeing the pile she stuck a foot out onto the cool floor and kicked the clothes around a bit to make a little nest to rest her knees on, sliding onto them and between his legs before she could find a reason not to. Immediately starting to giving him the affection and desire she had been balling up in herself for years. He was a good seven inches in her face, but the size almost didn't matter. Almost immediatly she burried her mouth into his balls, licking and suckling for all she was worth.

Moaning into the warm sack softly as she stuck her tongue out and began to lick she heard him growl from his dominant position, "Never seen a girl get to work so fast before, you're a pretty pent up chubby vixen bitch aren't you?" Sliding her tongue up to the base of his shaft, just like she had pretended to with toys for years, she begged for this 'encouragement.'

It wasn't long before she had arranged herself exactly as he wanted her, the foxes warm breasts pressed against his cool thighs, with his manhood firmly in her mouth. All rounded out with a masculine hand gripping her ponytail firmly by its base. Ultimately, she wasn't the one in control. He was, and that's how she wanted it. She had meant what she said, she wanted to be face fucked, and he was going to give her exactly what she asked for.

Roughly bobbing her on his cock as she gagged, choked, and drooled all over his shaft. It was clear that what she lacked in actual experience she was trying to make up for in raw willingness to please. Every downstroke the orange vixen glurked loudly, feeling her own spit leak out and get everywhere as he tugged and pressed down on her head. Only a handful of minutes passed before cock, balls, and breasts were all coated in her thick saliva.

Laura was breathless, literally, from the experience. Lightheaded and riding an adrenaline high she couldn't believe. Between the feelings of being his totally submissive whore, the fullness of the dick in her throat, and the taste of his pre-cum on her tongue, she was in heaven. Every loud press of her head down eliciting a loud gacking noise from the fox as Daniel kept up his dirty talk, "You like having me in your throat? You like sucking cock like this? I'll use your face as a cocksock"

She tried to nod, tried to say yes, but it was useless. The only response he got was a choked off appreciative moan. Harder, fill my mouth with your spunk. I need it, god I need it. I need to be your sex toy.

"You like being a humans cock sleeve? Are you going to swallow my cum like a good slut?"

_Yes, god yes. Fuck my face. Make me yours, I'll swallow every drop. _All words unspoken, only a high pitched whine of lust and desire managing to escape from her mouth as her spit bubbled around the shaft and trailed down his balls.

She could suddenly feel him throbbing, and could hear a low pitched sound of pleasure from above her. He suddenly released her nipple and he grabbed at her head with both hands. How many times had she watched videos of this? How many times had she daydreamed about swallowing cum, or gotten off on her showers floor with only a suction toy in her throat. None of it had prepared her for this feeling, of him pressing her mouth down on his shaft as hard as he could, straining for every little bit inside of her he could get.

She just closed her eyes, and began to try and swallow. She wanted it, the taste of what little of his semen she got on her tongue was salty heaven. His grip on her the most reassuring thing she'd ever felt in her life. _I am a good girl, see! I can be sexy too! _

It was over far before she wanted it to be, sitting in a wet puddle of spit covered clothing and gasping for air as she looked up at him and begged, "I'm a good girl, right? That's what you wanted? Was it good? Please tell me it was good!" The concern, and honesty in her tone made the post-nut male look at her and blink a few times before answering.

"Yeah, god damn. Do you want a do over or what? You think you could do better a second time?" The smile on his face seemed to mock her, to demand that she would do better. It's not what he meant, but it's how she took it. Responding with a swift and worried, "Yes! I'll do better next time. I promise."