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"Hey man, can I suck your dick?"

Trey glanced over to Nat. He was trying to focus on the game, but a statement like that was enough to break his concentration.

She didn't do the same, though. Her small, pink tongue was still sticking out in concentration, the television's light reflecting off her eyes in the way particular to cats.

He was used to little things like that. And he was used to her mannerisms too, the way she would say and do things other people just wouldn't. Still had a habit of surprising him, though.

He returned his attention to the screen, averting an embarrassing death by seconds. "Like... hypothetically?"

"Nah, like, right now. On this couch, dude."

Trey inhaled slowly.

They had grown up together. The coyote couldn't recall a time in his life that Nat wasn't around, which he was grateful for. Now in their early twenties, at that weird point where old friendships start to fade without a steady influx of new faces, they still had the same town and the same circles and yes, the same couch. Playing the same game.

He wouldn't have quite put her in the same mental box as family (otherwise his reaction to that question would have been much stronger). But she wasn't just a friend, either. And although he had seen plenty of her ginger fur through the years - plenty of low-cut tops, and tight shorts, and swimsuits, and lazy bra-less days - any impure thoughts were fleeting and not really acted upon.

"Where's this coming from?" Her tone was casual, so he decided to match it. "Like, if this isn't a bit-"

"It's not."

"Sure. Then why? Or why now, at least. You had plenty of chances over the years."

She shrugged, her shirt shifting against her fur. "Didn't feel like it until now."

"That's all? You just feel like sucking my dick?"

"Yeah. Why, is that weird?"

Trey opened his mouth, then closed it. The obvious answer was that it was, at least, a weird question, but it wasn't like she was unaware of that. She knew her questions could be weird. She asked them anyway.

That meant it was just a matter of the act itself.

"Do you like doing it...?"

"Yeah. I've taken one or two guys in my mouth. I can see why other people wouldn't enjoy it, but I find it fun. Plus, I like knowing how a boy tastes. That's important info."

Trey nodded slowly, because god, what else was he supposed to do? Nat was often open about her sexual experiences, but she was just as often committed to long, deadpan pranks, and even as her closest friend he couldn't always tell them apart. He needed to figure out where this was going, and fast. Even this vague, probably-joking discussion was starting to make his dick stir.

"Look, man," she continued, "I know you like this game more than me, but you gotta admit, we've kinda exhausted it. I wanna stop playing after this round either way. You can even keep going, if you want! I'm just asking whether I'll be on my phone, or on your dick. That's all."

He settled on an educated guess, after carefully tallying all the previous times she offered him blowjobs. (Zero.) "Okay, okay. You've made your point, Nat. We'll play something different next week. Or just watch a movie, I dunno."

"That's great, but it doesn't answer my dick question."

"Wow, you're really committed to this joke, huh..."

"This j-? Jesus, T. I already told you it wasn't...!"

Clearly deciding that actions trumped words, Nat discarded the controller, abandoning her character before the round was fully over. She needed both her hands free to unzip her jeans, stab her thumbs into her waistband, and strip.

Trey was more diligent about finishing the game, but he could hardly ignore this. As she wiggled her hips off the couch, it became obvious that she was holding both her jeans and her underwear, removing them in one go. In moments, they were pooled around her sneakers. And his best friend's naked pussy was just inches away.

"There," she huffed, keeping her thighs deliberately spread. "You still think I'm kidding?"

"No," said Trey meekly, "no I do not."

He wasn't watching the game any more. Whatever about his higher functions, which were still trying to catch up to this situation, one instinct in particular had a firm grip on where his eyes were aimed. Her crotch was soft and warm and completely on view. Open to him.

When he finally managed to redirect his gormless stare, she was smirking at him. "God. Sometimes that's all it takes to shut a guy down, huh?"

"'All it'-?" He scoffed, his ability to talk returning with a vengeance. "Uh, yeah! Yeah! If 'all' you do is take off your pants and show me your genitals...! God, Nat, you're seriously a freak."

Her smirk only grew. "I'm your freak."

"You sure are..."

He compulsively glanced back down. She was making no move to cover herself, keeping her pussy on display. It wasn't just a view, either. Nat's scent was second nature to him by now, but in this moment he could detect a new edge to it. Something intimate and primal, landing deep in the back of his brain.

When she prodded him hard on the shoulder, he nearly fell from the couch. "Huh? What?"

"Hah. Zoned back out again."

Despite her relaxed tone, and very relaxed posture, she met his gaze with a certain intensity. She wanted her answer.

"For the last time, dude: can I, or can't I, suck your damn dick?"

Trey licked his lips slowly.

It was a genuine question. He could turn her down, and she would shrug and put her pants back on, and they would either never speak of it again or bring it up every so often while ribbing each other. She had done weirder stuff, as he well knew. Their relationship wouldn't change that much.

And since their relationship was so solid, reasoned a breathless voice in his head...

"Yeah," he said. "Go right ahead."

"Nice," she said, simply.

"In fact, to make up for me being a dingus, and delaying you, feel free to suck my dick for as long as you want."

"Wow, dude. So generous. I'm truly grateful."

She kicked off her shoes, letting her jeans and panties slide off too. Now she was only down to a shirt and socks. Trey watched as his best friend, half-naked, crawled across the couch toward him.

Nat settled herself at his lap, lying on her belly. This gave him a good view of her ass, not that he was focusing on it. His attention was inescapably on her hands. With the same straightforward approach she had taken to her own clothes, she calmly stripped him.

The first touch of her fingers through his pants got a surprisingly big reaction from him. Probably since it was a potent sign this wasn't a daydream - it was really happening, on his same old couch, lit by his same old television displaying the same old game. The controller was still in his hand, but he barely registered its weight. He was fully rapt on how she was undoing his belt and exposing the boxers underneath.

He managed to shake himself into moving at the right moment - just as she had, he needed to lift his butt off the couch. With an almost theatrical motion, Nat jerked his pants and underwear down. Now they were both half-naked. Now both of their crotches were completely exposed.

"Hello..." Nat's voice was breathy. Literally, as Trey's half-erect cock stirred at the sensation of warm air. "Lemme get a good look..."

Trey swallowed. Despite everything, a part of him wanted to keep chatting. Pretend this was a normal interaction. "What's your, ah, professional opinion...?"

"Did you just call me a whore?"

"O-oh. Uh."

"I'm just an amateur cocksucker. An enthusiast cocksucker. Guess I could use the extra income, but monetising a hobby always takes the passion out of it..." Nat mumbled away, as normal, except with her gaze intently on his junk and her entire face barely an inch away. (Her eyes, he noticed, were dilated.) "Anyway. To answer your question, my expert opinion is..."

She gently wrapped a warm, soft hand around his shaft, and Trey exhaled loudly.

"...I shoulda asked for this years ago."

With that, she pressed her cute nose right against him. She let her mouth hang open as she drank in his musk. The same way he was well used to her scent, but now could detect the (steadily growing) addition of her pussy, she was clearly enjoying the chance to smell a new side of him.

With her face on one side, her fingertips began to gently stroke and tease and explore the other. All Trey could do with his own hands was cling to the couch cushion beneath him. He tried to slow his breathing and relax. He wanted to enjoy every moment of this... and if he immediately came, right on her face, she'd never ever let him forget it.

Nat seemed completely lost in her work. Her hand traced up to his tip, then back down his shaft, until she was caressing his balls. That already felt very, very nice, so Trey was unable to hold back at gentle groan when she kissed him. Her lips wrapped around him near his base, and the warmth and wetness and even feeling of her fangs was amazing.

"You weren't ki.. kidding. You really do take this seriously..."

"Mmhmm..." Her response was distant, almost dreamy. While she continued to stroke and play with the soft fur of his sack, she let her kiss become a long, slow lick. When Trey felt her warm tongue move up to his tip, he twitched against her. Technically, she hadn't even started yet. She wanted to suck him, and he knew that was still coming. But all this delicious and thorough attention was already driving him wild.

Instinct was taking over. His breath got louder and his heart-rate sped up. His hips wanted to move, and he let them, although he was careful. He didn't want to give Nat too much of a moving target. She welcomed his thrusts with a soft purr, though, and doubled her efforts.

The feeling of her tongue was exquisite. She kept licking him, sometimes long and slow, sometimes with faster motions. Gradually, she worked her way up, until the tip of her tongue was focusing on the tip of his dick. Trey sucked in a breath. He knew what came next...

Nat's warm, full lips wrapped around him.

The feeling was even better than he hoped. The pleasure she had built in him washed over his whole body. He managed to stave off the most embarrassing outcome, but he couldn't hold back a related instinct. With a manly, lustful noise, and definitely not a small and needy whine, Trey felt his knot pop loose.

That was enough to stop Nat, or at least hold her attention for a moment. "Mh," she said, then detached from his dick and tried again. "Oh. Never sucked a canine guy before. Forgot about that part."

She admired it for a second, then shrugged.

"One thing at a time. Gonna focus on what I can definitely fit into my mouth for now. But hey, maybe next time."

Trey was left to reflect on those words as she went back down on him.

With a loud sigh, he let his whole body relax. There was no need for his muscles to hold any tension, not with his best friend taking such good care of him. He melted against the backrest as she sucked on his tip. He could practically feel any unwanted feelings getting pulled out through his dick.

A small spike of pleasure made his hands tense. He felt the controller, long forgotten, still sitting in his palm. He set it down, eager to be rid of it, but then his hands felt weirdly empty. Was he supposed to just collapse, limbs limp? Or...?

Carefully, he laid a hand on Nat's head. Her fur was soft and warm, and her ear flicked playfully. Lacking words, he gently caressed her, just as her tongue and lips were caressing him. Silently thanking her, and urging her on.

That still left one hand free, though. Almost guiltily, Trey's eyes returned to the sight of her round, ginger ass.

She was clearly very relaxed, judging from the lazy motions of her tail, and the way her legs bent at the knee so her paws could idly flex in that stereotypically girly way. Should he even be touching her? What if he distracted her, or annoyed her?

Then Nat sunk lower down - she was handily taking about half his shaft in her mouth, with no signs of slowing - and a fresh wave of pleasure melted away his doubts. He knew better than anyone what an outspoken girl she was, and that there was always a method to her madness. If she had left her pants off, that was deliberate.

Trey laid his hand on her soft rear. She welcomed him with a wiggle and a deep purr, one that reverberated right down his dick.

They continued like that, soon losing track of time. Sometimes, Nat would idly stroke his balls, or the fur of his belly. But mostly, her focus was on taking every inch of him, sliding her wet lips further along his cock. She sucked him slowly, and gently, in a way that made it clear that despite everything she was still only getting started. For his part, Trey petted her with both hands. Warm, affectionate head-pats with one hand, as the other explored and groped the ample curves of her ass.

Soon, her nose was touching his knot. Trey shivered in pleasure, letting a breath escape through his teeth as a sigh. None of his previous hookups had been this thorough; this dedicated to wringing every drop of pleasure out of the experience. He knew it went both ways. She was loving this too.

He kept caressing her ass while musing about what they had been missing out on this whole time. How else they could have spent their shared time on this couch. Trey could have gotten his cock sucked like this every Friday of the last two years. He twitched against her tongue. Then, of course, were Nat's tits, which he knew for a fact (thanks to one or two low-stakes wardrobe malfunctions) were full and perky and gorgeous. What he didn't know was how they would feel between his fingers, or in his mouth, or wrapped around his shaft... but maybe he was about to find out. He twitched again.

And, god, that was before ever getting to her warm, soft pussy. Trey was well aware that Nat wasn't a virgin, and he had heard most (maybe not all?) of what she had tried out. Maybe it wasn't just a topic of late-night conversation any more. Maybe now he could get a live demonstration. All he had to do was ask! That was the only thing between him and fucking his frie-!

Trey twitched again, much harder, hard enough to garner an instinctive little grunt from Nat. He had withstood her expert blowjob technique for as long as he could. Fondling her ass and daydreaming about what else he could do was sending him, quickly, to his peak.

Moments like this came down to silent communication - and Nat made her preferences very clear. She didn't pull back. She doubled down. Her tongue became faster and more insistent, licking his shaft, while her lips stayed tight around him. Urging him to cum.

He wasn't about to argue. After staying still for so long, he knew his friend could handle something a little more intense, so Trey let his instincts take over. His fingers dug into her as he began to move his hips, increasing the sensations on his cock. He closed his eyes. He took a breath. He focused on how fucking good it felt.

And Trey came. Very hard

He felt his dick pulsing, and his hot cum started pumping into Nat's mouth. He moaned loudly and kept thrusting in place, fucking her warm lips as he came inside her.

She didn't even blink. Her eyes were closed, almost serene, as she started swallowing his seed.

The fact his entire cock was in her mouth, spilling the biggest load Trey could ever remember having, didn't phase her. She kept her lips tight around him, and swallowed every few seconds. The sensations were soft and pleasant and prolonged Trey's climax, keeping them in a short but delicious cycle.

Sadly, it had to end. With a final whine, his hand still firmly on her ass, Trey felt himself running out of steam. She kept working his dick, sucking the last of his cum straight out of him. He twitched a few more times into her mouth, but then, he was done.

Trey let his head roll back, staring breathlessly at the ceiling. The afterglow tingled through his whole body, and that wasn't the only sensation, either. Nat didn't pull away, leaving her warm, wet lips wrapped around him. Even with his dick's nerves temporarily overloaded, it was very pleasant

Still, he knew his friend, and knew she wasn't one to leave a silence unfilled. With some difficulty, Trey dragged his head forward again, just to make sure she was still breathing.

She was. More than that, she was quietly riding her own orgasm.

Maybe she had just started, or maybe she had been servicing herself for a while now, but Nat was lying over her own arm - and her fingers were playing with her wet clit. When she finally removed her mouth from his cock (spotlessly clean of cum), it was with a gentle, satisfied sigh.

Trey had seen his best friend do a lot of things over the years, but he had never seen the face she made during an orgasm. It was cute.

A breathy silence settled on them. Nat settled her head in his naked lap, and he settled both his hands on her, stroking her head and her ass with the same intimacy. Her climax was smaller than his, but he still gave her time to enjoy it.

Now came the hard part. It was all too easy for this magical little detour to become awkward, if neither of them knew what to say or do next. But Trey had already made up his mind. For once, he'd be the spontaneous one. And he would make sure this wouldn't all be a once-off fluke.

"Hey," he said. "Can I lick your pussy?"

For a moment, she was quiet, still catching her breath. Then she met his gaze, and gave him a calm thumbs-up.

They didn't return to the game.