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It was like a great, chocolate paradise. The scent hit him first, and then all the sights. Every breath was a feast for the fox's canine nose, if an overwhelming one. Whether Jeremiah desired a chocolate house, a chocolate crown, or a chocolate elephant, all his confectionery needs were officially taken care of as soon as he stepped through the door into that little candy shop with his camera. He couldn't admire it for too long when he had a job to do. A small business photographer wasn't the most lucrative of professions, but he felt like he was doing some good with his skills. A deep breath of the sugary air helped quell his slight nervousness. Yet even sweeter than all his surroundings was the truly gigantic beauty behind the counter.

She sounded so much smaller on the phone. Her voice had been soft, shy, sweeter than molasses, yet there she towered, unmissable. The hyena's fur matched her chocolatey occupation, though she also had some stark white stripes to go with the colour of her braids. She looked kind, harmless, and maybe even adorable. That was despite just how large she truly was. Her broad form rounded out with impressive shapeliness, her bust bulged beneath her apron, and she absolutely towered over him. She looked as if she was from another world where everything was built a little larger. He wasn't even sure how he managed to get her hips through the doorway, nor how she kept from hitting her head on things everywhere she went. Jeremiah realized he was staring and quickly pretended to just be looking at something behind the counter so as not to embarrass her, or himself.

Eventually, she waved. "Oh, hey! Um, you must be the photographer, right? Sorry, forgot your name! Busy day!"

When she spoke, he found himself struggling not to stare again. There was just so much to look at. She was a great, striped pillow with a warm smile and tranquil silver eyes, and he was afflicted with a tremendous desire to know her better. But he knew that was rushing things. He just had to try not to act too weird around her. She was probably used to a little staring given her size, but he didn't want to be one of many. Approaching the counter, he gave a little nod and held up his camera.

"That's right. Oh, and it's Jeremiah, ma'am."

It came off a lot more stern than he really intended. Maybe he was overcompensating for how smitten he was.

"Right, well let's see what we can get together," she said, much more softly. It almost seemed like he'd hurt her feelings somehow.

Either way, that didn't prevent her from gathering some of her finest-looking delicacies and laying them out on the counter before him.

"Um, take your pick!"

He looked up at her, and those icy eyes of hers, then just snapped himself out of it and focused on his work. In his haste not to seem too interested, he ended up seeming disinterested entirely.

"Hmm, let's make a little arrangement, maybe ..."

They worked together to assemble a lovely display of various chocolatey creations, a bouquet of sorts. Then it was all click click click as Jeremiah did his job. Meesha just loomed, seemingly unsure of what to do with herself. When he was done, he looked up and gave her a small smile.

"Maybe something with the owner too?"

"Oh! I'm not the owner exactly, it's sort of a family thing, but uh ..."

She picked up a few treats and laid them out across her hands.

"Oh, they look so small now ..." she noted.

"That's okay. People like a friendly face to know who they're supporting."

"Okay, friendly face engaged!"

She gave him a shy smile at first, then a little wider. It was funny, he'd never even really considered that someone of her size could be shy. He felt silly as soon as he realized he'd thought it. Everywhere she went, she was probably turning heads, some of them just curious, plenty of them attracted. There was no escaping attention when she was that much pretty hyena all in one juicy package. That was the main reason he tried not to stare at her too much, but he had to admit he was definitely giving her figure a good once-over while he lined up the perfect snapshot. Then a few more, from different angles. Maybe so he could consider which one was the best to touch up and send her - and maybe a little bit for himself, he had to admit.

"There we go. I'll get a few of the outside before I go, and I should be able to send them to you tonight. Oh, got your transfer by the way. Nice to meet you, Meesha."

And that was it. He already felt stupid walking right out without stopping to chat, but he could see other customers milling about, and he didn't want to interrupt anything, or to impose. He turned to leave but her voice caught him before he went.

"Hey, wait a sec!"

He turned, and saw her clutching a pair of tongs.

"Hold out your hand!" she said, and he did.

She retrieved something from the display, a perfectly round, smooth chocolate that she dropped right into his open palm.

"Little sample," she told him with a wink. "Hope it brings you back again. It was nice to meetcha!"

He bit into it before leaving, and found himself instantly fluttering with pleasure. Did she just drug him, or was it really that delicious? Chocolate, liqueur, cherry - it all swirled together though his senses like some sort of gift from the gods. He looked up at her and found her grinning. Clearly, his reaction was exactly what he was hoping for. He nodded to her and thanked her so quietly before he turned to leave. Not before finishing off that mouth-watering treat though. He was going to be thinking about that burst of flavour for ages. Not to mention her smile, her eyes, her everything. All that charm, and yet he still didn't say anything, walking off like he wasn't even intrigued, nevermind struck. He was mentally kicking himself all the way home, thinking about how badly he'd just shut her down like that, but there wasn't much he could have done when he was all frozen up in her headlights. So to speak.

Editing photos of her wasn't making him any less enamoured. He tried not to obsess, but he'd just never seen a woman like her. Shape, size, even her species - it was all utterly unique. He didn't have to worry about staring when he was looking at her on a computer screen, either. That let him get a better look, from all the different angles. God, he wanted her. Part of him wanted to just rub one out right there to the sight of her there in her apron, but that didn't seem right. He wanted to make sure she was interested too. Making sure those pictures were all edited up exactly right, he sent them off and got a sweet little message of thanks in return just a few minutes later. He sat staring at those words for several minutes.

Wow, thanks! These look great! Can't wait to put them up on our page!

Hope we hire you again sometime. :)

It was the last part that left him pondering. She sounded like she wanted to see him again. Was she hinting at something? Was it his turn? It wasn't an outright invitation, and he might have been drastically overstepping, but he started typing. The thought of getting blacklisted from all the local businesses just as he was starting out his photo services remained hanging over his head the whole time, yet he didn't stop.

You're welcome.

_I was wondering if - _

Nope, he told himself, and started mashing delete.

Sorry if I was weird about -

No, too direct. Probably going to make her feel even more self-conscious.

_It was nice to chat to you today. I was an idiot - _

Maybe a little less blunt.

I feel silly for not stopping to talk more but -

But. But what? But he was in love with her at first glance, he lusted for her gorgeous, unparalleled body, and the sheer kindness radiating from her gaze made him want nothing more in the world than to get to know her better? That was what he wanted to say, but none of it was right. Instead, he started soft.

- but I admit I was feeling shy. Would it be okay if -

No, that sounded like he was groveling.

_If you'd like, maybe we can talk again sometime off work? I hear the new ice cream place is a great place to sit and enjoy the view. _

It still wasn't right, but he knew if he hesitated any longer he was going to talk himself out of it. In a moment of sudden impulsiveness, he slammed the send button and didn't think twice. Until he did, of course. He immediately regretted his choice of venue for their second meeting. What if he'd just suggested one of her potential competitors? What if the Lactose King was in fact the arch rival of Unforgettables? That would have been terribly insulting. Oh, he might have been an idiot, and now he was going to have to sit there and wonder why she didn't reply for the next few days until he just forgot about the whole thing. Until - _ding. _

_Oh I'd love that actually! It's been so long since I've even been on a date! _

When's good for you? :)

He never actually said it was a date. Unless going for ice cream was like a secret code around those parts. He had a lot to learn about all the local sights and customs alike. Moving was always so disorienting. And he still didn't know if his little freelance job was going to be enough to get him by - but maybe it would seem a lot less intimidating with a friend. He thought about it, and sent her back a time that worked for him. Communicating by email seemed like such a silly way to set up a date, especially when they'd just spoken face to face, but if that was what it took he was happy to do it.

Just one day later he found himself watching her tongue at work. The big gal had a sweet tooth, obviously. A great, drippy cone for each of them was perhaps an odd choice for one of those chilly autumn evenings, but the sugary treat was worth it. And so was the ice cream. Jeremiah chose some sort of rich raspberry cheesecake creation, while Meesha of course sampled the double fudge. He watched her happily slurp the dessert he bought her and found himself happy he could just make the lovely lady feel good. They talked about life, they talked about dreams, they talked about their favourite little things. He watched her slurping up the last few traces of melting chocolate from her waffle cone, and then as the stars came out he found himself licking a few little remnants of that flavour from her teeth while they locked muzzles on her bed.

He wasn't sure how it happened. Maybe she was just desperate, he thought to himself. Or maybe there was something there. The little spark he felt - maybe it was mutual. It certainly seemed that way while they sucked each other's tongues and ran their hands along each other's bodies. Compared to her he was like a reed, a twig to her great oak. That meant he fit snugly between her legs, laid out on top of her , snugly wrapped between her ample thighs. She made for an excellent pillow, especially with her hefty breasts squished down beneath his chest. They exchanged tongues, back and forth, in and out, working wetly to express the connection they had both felt from the very start. Neither of them had talked about it. The events of the past few hours were a blur, in the best of ways.

She had a good taste in music. The chill night tunes playing over the whole scene kept that thought in the back of his mind even once they started rubbing on one another. The cuddle session developed into making out and then into some firm, mutual grinding. He was firm. So was she. That was something he noticed as he got close enough - that lusciously womanly body came equipped with a rather imposing shaft that had already grown larger than his beneath her outfit before she was even fully hard. He didn't mind. He was happy to let that shape press against his thigh while they moaned into their sloppy kiss and wriggled around atop the covers together. She was warm, she was soft, she was comfy to be around in every possible way, and he could think of no better companion for one of those crisp, lusty early October nights.

He ran his fingers over her belly and then a little lower. The slight chub on her middle just made her all the more pleasant to snuggle and hump alike. He paused there for a while, just to make sure she was okay with him exploring her body a little more. She never threw her weight around, always snuggling and waiting for him to take the lead despite being half her size. A little dip past her waist and he curiously rubbed at that hefty package of hers beneath her skirt. He was impressed at just how big it was. Even on her body, it still felt impressive beneath his stroking touches, which meant it was even bigger than it looked. Then he went a little lower, and back up again so he could outright get a grip on it. She gave a little whimper into his mouth that made him briefly wonder if he'd hurt her somehow, but that eager little buck of her hips into his attentive hand told him she liked everything he was doing.

When he pulled away from their kiss, he didn't waste time licking down her neck and shoulder. God, she tasted good. That just made sense, given what she did for a living. It was like she'd absorbed the essence of her delicious creations, until her whole body was a treat of its own. He couldn't help but bury his nose in those lovely dreads of hers for a long, deep sniff. He was intoxicated by her, throbbing for her, and he only got more excited when he saw how eager she was to just let him touch her any way he liked. In all his travels, he'd never have expected a thick, towering hyena with a big cock would be such a bottom, but he welcomed it when it meant he got to listen to those breathy little moans coming out of her.

She gave him another gasp, then a smile. Her voice was ever so soft.

"I really didn't think ... mmmf, that's good ... "

She had to stop to gather herself while he played with her bare shaft, slowly tugging the skin back and forth, feeling it pulse in his grip. Then she went on.

"The first time we met, I thought maybe you were kind of freaked out by me or something. I know I'm kind of unusual and ...."

"Shhhhh," he told her. "I'm a dumbass. I was being weird because I didn't want you to realize how hot I was for you, like, literally on sight. Thought maybe it wouldn't be cool if the stranger from out of town ..."

Then it was her turn to shush him, which she did enthusiastically enough she made the bed groan beneath her with the little wiggle of her body she added for emphasis.

"Nah, I get it. I'm really flattered. You're handsome, and sweet, and ... mmmmmm ..."

She couldn't think of further compliments when he was squeezing the tip of her cock so nicely. He perked his ears and cast her his finest of sultry vulpine looks and spoke lowly, deeply, intentionally seductively.

"Either way, how about I make it up to you. I really wanna taste ..."

"Really? Ohhhh ..."

Her surprised question melted into more of a moan as she watched him dip down beneath her skirt. He got his head fully buried under there, nuzzling and nosing about. Burying his snout in her crotch fluff allowed him to take a hefty sniff. He immersed himself in her scent while the nearby speaker played a chill jam about dancing alone, swirling her through his mind, swimming in his lust for her. Then a lick. He started on her fur and worked his way down to run his tongue along her shaft at last. A quivering little whimper escaped her lips. She was no spotted hyena - there were no cackles to be heard when she got excited, just the smooth, warm sounds of a very pleased lady getting her cock slurped.

"Oh that is nice ..." she murmured, then she chuckled at herself. "I guess that's pretty obvious"

He was only making her harder the more he teased her with the little strokes down that dark spire. He worked his way to the smooth surface of a frankly enormous set of balls and was sure to give those plenty of tongue too. Just a few licks was enough to get them pleasantly shiny, coated with saliva that grew thicker the longer he sampled her flavour. She was absolutely delicious, of course. He knew she would be from the moment he met her. It was only natural that he wanted to spoil her, and to see what kind of cute noises she might make while he gave her a sloppy blowjob. Feeling her so desperately throbbing between his lips was its own reward, and then there came those heavy groans of absolute bliss. She wasn't worried about waking her neighbours when the head was that good.

Though he was a much smaller fox sucking on a much bigger partner's cock, he still felt very much in control of things. Meesha squirmed for him in such a delightful way as he started to bob his head up and down. A roll of her hips, a bounce, a wiggle, and the bed creaked all the while beneath her weight. He didn't stop. Going down on her as deeply as he could go, he even felt the tip of her shaft pulsing as he swallowed an inch or two. There was no way he could take the whole thing at once, but he made up for it with some generous slurps and squeezes of his tightly-kneading lips while he spit-shined that hard hyena dick. She made him drool a little, he had to admit. He made her just as wet. A deep gulp of the thick juices leaking from her tip left him feeling all nice and warm inside.

The brush of her hand across the back of his head told him she was holding back the urge to just grab him and buck into his face for all she had. Shy might have been shy, but a good sucking brought out the greedy side in anyone. He treated her a little longer but pulled back just as her cock started really trembling. It was just a tease, a little warming up to keep her pulsing while they worked their way to the main event. Looking at that impressively hefty hyena, with her lovely ass and curves, he knew he wanted to bury his knot deep inside her great round rump. He'd wanted to from the very start, but he was willing to earn such a privilege. She was panting as she pulled her top off to reveal the doorknocker piercings pressing up under her bra. A little mischievous side of him wanted to tug them. Must have been his inner fox.

"Gawd, you're so good ... I could just blow right now. But hey uh ..."

She fumbled it at first, but eventually she figured out to look all seductive squeezing her breasts together. When they were such absolutely massive melons as they were, she hardly had to try anyway. Then she gave a little wink.

"You wanna fuck my tits for a bit?"

For all her apparent nervousness, the words came out completely casually. He must have done a good job working her up. And of course he knew the answer to her question. A few nods came with him climbing on top of her. It was a little like ascending a mountain, a very soft and squishy one at least. He wobbled as he balanced on her belly, and then worked to work with his belt. The both of them were still overly clothed for how worked up they both were. He was a bit sweltering in truth, even with the October breeze coming through the window. Absorbing the body heat of the big warm choco-yeen was enough to make him sweat a little, but he didn't bother with his top just yet. He had to know how that juicy bust felt around his shaft.

She leaned in as if to suck him off in return, though once he pulled out his canine shaft and blissfully buried it in the smooth fluff of her cleavage, there was nothing to lick. It wasn't that he was small, just that her tits were so very ample that he was utterly buried, completely immersed balls-deep in her breasts as he rubbed against the short, sleek fur there. The bed started groaning beneath them once again once he started thrusting. He really wasn't sure how long it was going to last with their collective weight atop the strained springs. It didn't matter. He got a silky cock massage while she squeezed her bosom together around his knotted shaft, and he fucked as wildly as he liked even when it meant leaving her fur a pre-streaked mess.

Just half a minute of eagerly humping the hyena's gigantic bosom was enough to leave him twitching with those full-body shudders of pleasure that came shortly before orgasm. He felt his balls clenching up, ready to blow. For a moment, the image of her pretty face all splattered in his spunk ran through his mind, and he was ever so tempted. Yet then he thought of getting buried beneath her tail and knotting her nice and deep, and he held off. It was a stunning feat of willpower. He bit his lip as he slipped back from her breasts and dripped a light stream of fluids over them. His cock trembled with need, but he was content to simply gaze into the eyes of the pretty hyena for a while, to bask in her scent and warmth alike, and feel her cushy heft beneath him. She was so unlike any girl he'd ever been with. Her size, her shape, and a dick fatter than his own - she was imposing, even intimidating at first glance, but her warmth invited him closer. And made him want to fuck her silly.

He lowered down into a cuddly embrace that had him stretched out atop her tits while they kissed. Her piercing tickled his own tongue while they sucked each other's lips a while and exchanged a helping of their drool. He idly humped her all the while. Thump thump thump went his cock against her belly. It was a simple, slightly dominant gesture just to let her know how much he wanted to take her. She eventually gave a delighted little laugh as she felt him throbbing against her.

"You're so hard ... I'm so hard ..." she moaned, then tipped her head to the side to regard him. "How you wanna do this? I gotta get this skirt off before I split it in half ..."

He didn't mince words. Leaning in close, touching his nose to hers, he spelled out exactly what he wanted with a sultry little growl beneath every syllable.

"I want to cum inside your gorgeous ass, Meesha. Right from the very first glance, I thought getting on top of you and making you moan for me. Your lovely cock doesn't change that."

"Mmmmmm," she simply moaned at first, then she gave him a playful grin of ivory teeth. "I was hoping you were a top. Like, I don't mind, I'm really big and all so most people ... but, yeah. I'd like that a lot."

As much as he wanted to just stay right there in that comfy spot, grinding on her, he couldn't help a little impulse. Rolling off to one side, he thudded down to the mattress and laid his arms behind his head. The wink he gave her was enough to make her all wiggly.

"Toppish, at least. I have to admit there's something else I've been wanting too." He nodded to her. "Take a seat. Get yourself nice and comfy so I can warm you up first. You just look so very soft, I can't help think about how it would feel beneath you ..."

"Ohhhh, that, that I can do." She bounded up rather eagerly at the offer. "People are usually kinda scared to let me do this honestly - I promise I'll be careful!"

"Of course you will." Jeremiah gave her a soft smile to show her he wasn't worried.

Getting crushed beneath a delicious hyena wasn't the worst way to go anyway. He got out of his top and waited for her, naked and pulsing away. The urge to just grab his cock and jerk it to completion was a strong one that occasionally had him pursing his lips, but he knew release would be all the sweeter with all the anticipation. She wiggled until she managed to find her way out of that skirt, flopping over onto her side in the process. He watched her jiggle, watched her cock swinging and twitching with casual lust, and then he admired her whole naked body stretched out alongside him. That was exactly how he wanted to spend the rest of his night, just close to her, breathing her, touching her, knowing he made her feel nice - but his view of her curves soon got eclipsed by that great big cake overtaking his vision.

"Just give my butt a whap if you gotta tap out. Probably won't be able to hear you if you're saying anything ..."

"Don't be nervous, Meesha. I'm gonna eat your ass and blow your mind, then I'm going to make you cum."

It was a bold boast, but he intended to make good on it. For the moment though, his sole focus was clutching those soft hips and letting the big hyena ever so carefully settle down atop his muzzle. He swiftly swam in her warmth, buried between her cheeks, face pressed right against her taint and rim alike. A little wiggle came with a moan from above when she felt him smooch her right on the surface of that taut hole. She couldn't figure out what to do with her hands. A brush through her braids, and then she cradled her breasts to squeeze them while he rimmed her. The expression on her face quickly shifted from slight shock, to pleasure, to panting, drooling, foolishly smiling bliss once he started working his tongue and lips to eat that plump rump for all he could give.

She breathed rapidly, sharply while he worked. As much as she didn't want to interrupt the process, she couldn't help the occasional grind down on his tongue and face alike, squishing him tighter between those heavy cheeks while he licked and kissed alike. It was the kind of pleasure that made her a little numb. Her cock was absolutely pounding, jumping up against her belly while she got her rump serviced, but she didn't touch it. She could blow her load later. Though it was getting increasingly difficult to hold onto herself when he pushed his tongue inside her and wriggled it around while she clenched on it a few times. Her grunts and groans were plenty audible to him down there, but he remained solely focused on getting that fine, fuckable hole nice and ready for his cock.

He rubbed his face from cheek to cheek, he kissed, he slurped, he tongue-fucked as deeply as he could reach, but eventually he had to breathe. As reluctant as he was, he had to tap out. A few pats on one of those heavy cheeks was enough to make her get up. She was right in the middle of a firm grind against his muzzle, but the moment she felt it, she was off of him. She got on all fours while he panted and gasped his way back to reality, slightly dizzy, plenty overheated, but he didn't have a single regret. A lick over his lips and he simply sat up against the pillows behind him and drummed a rhythm on her booty. The laid-back beat of Meesha's makeout playlist sang a mesmerizing tune about the perfect girl, and he couldn't think of a more fitting background to mounting up on that doorway-busting backside.

An outside watcher might have noticed how unusual it was to see a slim fox dominating such a heavy-set hyena, but to them, it was just right. Meesha wiggled lightly, her fluffy tail held high as Jeremiah gripped her hips and dug his fingers deep into those fine, soft cheeks. A firm squeeze was enough to satisfy him, to give him a good feel for her ample shape. Then he laid himself across her back and wrapped his arms around her chest. Hugging those enormous tits from behind let him squish them down to her chest and toy with her piercings as he pressed his rigid shaft right under her tail and between those great, plump cheeks. He clung tightly to her as he slowly pushed inside her, and felt her squirming, tensing, clenching, and then sighing her way into letting him smoothly penetrate that tight, thoroughly-slurped hole as she moaned a song to go with the music all around them.

"Ahhhh, Jer ...." came her huffed exclamation. She didn't quite manage to finish her sentence.

He fully intended to make slow, gentle love to her, to edge her and bring her to a wonderful mutual orgasm along with him. That all ended when he felt her squeezing on his cock as he sank sweetly between her cheeks. A thump against her butt with his knot was like a spank. He might not have been as big as her, but he could still make her flex with pleasure and drip all over her own sheets. Her cock was pumping hard with the constant twitches that came with having the fox buried in her butt, but he couldn't quite reach around all that heft to play with it while he fucked her. Instead, he was just going to have to pour all his adoring attraction into squishing some 'yena tits down flat while he jiggled her whole body with the force of his eager humps.

"Nnnnn, Meesha!" was the best he could get out as he went.

It wasn't long before he'd utterly lost himself in the pleasure of driving into her. He smacked against her soft body while latched on tight in a bear hug of sorts from behind. She moaned, she tossed her head and flailed her braids all around, she bucked back as best she could to make his every thrust plunge that much deeper, but he was still very much in control. Their sloppy sex went at precisely the pace he wanted. That was a swiftly rising pound, a steady drive of deep-reaching thrusts. Every single one had him stretching her a little more, getting closer to pushing his heavy knot inside her. He had no doubt it would fit. She was so flexible, so pleasantly elastic, accepting his every stroke without complaint. A squeezy, flexing massage was his constant reward for pleasuring her so well. No wonder the big gal wanted to be a bottom despite her size. She was damn good at it.

A sudden lunge forth was just what it took to tie with that fine, fuckable hyena. He knotted her ass with a juicy pop and sank inside to feel her squeeze down and seal him there like a binding contract. From there he could barely thrust anymore, just rapidly piston his hips back and forth while he gripped her tits extra tight. She launched from steady moans to just shouting, bellowing really. For a shy one, she could make some serious noise. He felt the walls shake, or maybe that was just his own body. None of it made him any less eager. He kept as close to her as possible, his toes barely touching the bed, most of his weight on her back, immersed in her fur, her slight mane of extra fluff down her spine. Her scent entranced him, her body enticed him, and the tight, needy squeezes of her ass all wrapped around his fat knot were exactly what it took to milk him completely dry.

Both of them tried to cry something coherent, but they fell together in a haze of bliss, shouting, almost screaming. Her body finally gave way beneath him, leaving her to collapse on the bed with a fox on her back and a knot in her butt. That was where she writhed a while, flexing out a cumshot of her own that left her spilling a thick load of hyena cum all over the bed. And herself. She soaked in the growing puddle while Jeremiah filled her up with spunk, yipping and snarling in alternation. He humped his hardest as if to ensure he shot his cream as deep as he possibly could. He wanted her to feel it in her cute soft tummy, wanted to make her warm and content from the inside out. His balls pumped so hard they were slightly sore by the time he was done jizzing that hyena full of his liquid appreciation. Only when he trickled his last did he finally relax and stop squeezing the hell out of her pleasantly plump bosom.

From there, she was his pillow. He was still stuck deep inside her, enjoying her heat, her occasional flexes. He kissed her on the upper back, which was about as high as he could reach from such a position. She sighed plenty between her gentle moans, sort of seeming to sing her afterglow to him like a lullaby. That was precisely where he wanted to be for as long as he possibly could, and his canine anatomy was the perfect excuse. He wasn't getting any softer, ensuring his knot remained wedged deep inside that big hyena butt while he rubbed his chest against her back and whispered towards one of her pretty ears.

"I'm really glad you decided to hire me, Meesha ..."

She gave him one of her merry chuckles. "Not paying ya for your dick though! That was off the clock!"

He laughed with her. "Of course."

A long sigh came with a slight wiggle. "God, I really needed that. You don't know what it's like. Everyone thinking you wanna just hump them silly because you're so much bigger than them. Or that they're not worthy of pounding me because they're worried they won't be good enough. It's like ... do they even know how easy it is to make me cum hands free? I'm like, three-hundred per cent pent up at all times ..."

When she realized she was rambling on, she just bit her tongue piercing and relaxed. He reached up to stroke her neck, still very much wedged within her and refusing to soften up. Not when she was so warm, so cozy to be close to.

"I was hoping - maybe this is premature." He stopped to think about his words. "I hope we can be more than just fuck buddies, maybe. You're really something, Meesha. It's only been a short time, but I just ... it feels right."

For all his dominance, he was more hesitant there, spilling out his feelings. He could hear the smile in her voice when she answered. It was immediately calming.

"Mister fox, you are not getting away from me now! And I don't just mean cause your knot is stuck in my butt." She teasingly bumped back at him with a reverse thrust of her hips. "You've gone and made yourself a big 'yena friend. And you're gonna get so much free chocolate. Sorry in advance for your waistline."

He grinned to himself and laid another smooch atop her. There was no need to rush to anything beyond that just yet. A close friend to spend time with in that new city was exactly the sort of thing he needed to feel a little less alone, a little less lost in that urban jungle. She was the softest, sweetest, tastiest companion he could possibly hope for, and he wanted nothing more than to be close, to listen to her laugh, and to make her cum her brains out whenever she needed the services of an eager, knotty top.