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"You know, I heard that they wouldn't let anything rain on their parade here, but...that's one hell of a storm, isn't it?"

Bourbon Street was the home of a party that almost never stopped, and anyone who made their way to New Orleans was sure to pay the famous strip a visit, if only to see something that had to be seen to be believed.

What Trisha couldn't believe was that Mardi Gras could ever be rained out; it likely couldn't be, but when lightning was striking the street below their hotel room, even she couldn't blame people for packing it in and hiding in the bars for a bit.

"Sure is," Banshi exhaled, letting out a plume of smoke and filling the already hazy room with another layer of secondhand product. "Sorry to disappoint you, Trisha, but the weather report is that we're not gonna be lightning free for at least a few more hours."

Trisha had skipped the bra that afternoon, letting only a snug tank top hold onto the flesh of her breasts.

She'd taken the vacation with the intent of getting as many beads as she possibly could, but she was off to a terrible start: she hadn't flashed a single person since they'd arrived, and she didn't relish the idea of leaning over a balcony with her tits out when the weather was being a poor sport.

"Hopefully everyone saves their A game for this evening, then," Trisha mentioned. "Cause I'm not heading home until I've got more beads than anyone else on the block."

"And how were you planning to judge that? You gonna compare notes with all the other foxes we've seen down here?"

The fennec rolled her eyes. "Very funny, Banshi. You feel like sharing that thing, by the way, or am I gonna have to beg for a hit?"

Holding the bong with a rather careless grip, the hyena looked to her roommate for the weekend and snickered, seeing her vulpine companion in a slightly different light: something about the stress being placed on the tank top and the grip of her tight, tiny skirt, accentuated by the frustrated posture of Trisha's paws on her hips, made her look like she was after something other than a quick puff.

"I mean, I'm not gonna make you beg for it, but if you're in the mood to put in a little work anyway-

"Showing people my tits to get them to throw me some beads isn't work; it's fun," Trisha explained. "And I'll probably have a lot more fun doing it if you just lemme sneak a quick hit...y-you know. That's all."

Banshi lofted a brow and pushed on the end of her lighter, stoking another billow of smoke into the heart of the bong.

"You really are bummed out about missing out on the beads, aren't you?" she asked, leaning the end of the glass tube toward the fennec. "First hit's on me, then...but...if you're really in the mood to earn some beads, you could start by flashing me."

It wasn't the marijuana itself, but the growing friendship between the two that caused Banshi to lean into a more comfortable posture. Seated on the edge of the bed and wiggling from side to side in her jean shorts, she couldn't hide a growing sense of discomfort, but then, certain parts of her body were quicker to react to the sight of a bombshell vulpine than others.

"...Flashing you just to get a hit...you're lucky you have some amazing fucking weed, you know that?"

"Oh, you don't have to flash me, but if you're offering..."

They were close enough that Trisha lifted her tank top, letting the heft of her breasts drop from that fabric prison. "_Hmmph._Tricky little thing, aren't you?"

"Only when I get the chance," Banshi answered. "Now, you gonna come take this hit, or are you just gonna stand there with your tits out all day?"

It would have been easy for Trisha to pull the black cotton of her tank top back down over her chest, but the effect of the secondhand smoke in the room was already taking hold of her and lowering her inhibitions just a bit...just enough that she embraced the comfort of having her breasts sit free, rather than keeping them tight and eager to be released.

"It's a little easier to breathe this way, anyway," Trisha admitted. "Now hold that thing steady for me..."

The allegory wasn't lost on Trisha, who knelt before Banshi and held the shaft of the long, glass cylinder, making it a little easier to open her muzzle around the open end of the bong. She inhaled sharply and held the smoke in her lungs for as long as she could, and from blink to blink, the bright, brilliant white around the orbs of her caramel eyes shifted a darker, off-pink color.

Coughing and sputtering with the weight of her own efforts, she exhaled and realized that she'd taken a little too much, and held it in far too long...but she was still in control when she looked past the bump near the base of the glass bong, seeing a bulge in Banshi's jean shorts that proved much more enticing.

"Went a little too hard, didn't you?" Banshi asked, giggling through the fresh plume of smoke. She wafted it away from her face so she could see that Trisha was okay, but she didn't expect to see Trisha pushing the pipe away and reaching past it, gripping at the cutoff ends of her jean shorts. "...Uh...went way too hard, didn't you?"

"Nope," Trisha answered, her voice brimming with even more confidence than her usual tone. "Just figured out where I can get some beads in a pinch...that is, if you're willing to help."

The fennec had to fight off one more cough before she was able to keep her lips curled in a grin, but Banshi could see that her friend was in her right of mind, at least enough to know what she was doing.

Theirs was a deep friendship, but Banshi was glad to have a chance to take one more hit from the bong before setting it aside; she didn't think she had the willpower to turn down what Trisha was offering, but there was just the tiniest bit of concern about how the dynamic might change between them if she allowed Trisha to keep going.

"I mean, I didn't...really have a chance to go out and buy any beads just yet," Banshi admitted. "You've been around me the whole time; we've had pretty terrible luck with getting them the old-fashioned way."

"Pretty sure you've got at least one set of beads in you," Trisha claimed. Her grin widened to see the bong moved out of the way, and her tail picked up, swishing at the very tip with an excitable sway at the sight of such an impressive bulge. "But they're the kind that I've gotta work out of you, first..."

At first, Banshi thought Trisha was referring to the full, hefty orbs that hung down between her legs, and she was more than happy to play along...but the hyena was starting to get a better idea of what Trisha meant when the fennec cupped her paws around the shape of that bulge, tracing the covered tip of her impressive cock.

"I, uh...I think you're talking about pearls , Trisha," Banshi realized, but she couldn't slow the fennec when those paws reached for a zipper.

She was already looking forward to the relief of having her cock spring free when that moment finally came.

"Pearls are better than plastic beads any day of the week," Trisha suggested. "Just because you have to work a little harder for them doesn't mean that they're not worth the effort..."

Close as they were, Trisha had never actually seen Banshi's cock in the buff, but up close, she wasn't expect it to literally unroll as she tugged down at the waistline of her friend's jean shorts.

"...And I'm really looking forward to that...effort," Trisha continued, licking her lips before she leaned in a little closer to the tip. "You sure you don't mind? I can stop if this is a little too much for you..."

Trisha was used to being in control in the bedroom, but she was doing her best to respect Banshi's casual nature, thinking that she might have moved a little too fast, thanks to the influence of the pot in her system.

To see a bead of precum spilling from the tip, taunting her with such a slow, lazy drip was a new form of torture for Trisha, but she was delighted to see a kindly grin curling the corner of Banshi's muzzle.

"To think I was worried about being too forward," the hyena replied. "If you're that desperate for your first set of beads, w-well...who am I to say no to that?"

Banshi did feel genuinely bad for Trisha's sour luck, but as much as she'd known her friend to be the kind of vulpine who made their own luck, she didn't anticipate that she'd go so far as to flatten her ears back, push her breasts up, and use them as a shelf to lift the heft of a warm, pulsing cock toward her own lips.

"You've been holding out on me for way too long, Banshi," she mentioned. Her lips kissed over the tip without warning, and as the hyena kicked her head back with a quiet, hushed gasp, Trisha moved just past the end of the growing, stiffening length, soaking the very tip with a healthy helping of spit before she let it drop against her cleavage again. "To be honest, I've always been curious what it looked like...you...you've got a beautiful cock."

Rounded at the tip and girthy all the way down the shaft, there was plenty for Trisha to appreciate, but Banshi would have been nervous to show off the goods.

Of course, that was before the fennec dropped to her knees and got to work with such an eager grin on her lips. That grin still held as the fennec moved her maw further and further down the shaft, becoming intimately familiar with the unique bouquet and the subtle, musky warmth that was waiting for her near the base.

"You don't need to flatter me like that," Banshi countered. "After this, I...I'm gonna give you some beads no matter what you do..."

A messy schlip followed as Trisha came back from the tip and swallowed a fresh bead of precum. "Even if I stop right now?" she asked, giggling just beyond the head of Banshi's length...but the subtle vibrations of her laughter still reached that tender flesh.

"I'm not above rubbing it out and doing the work myself, if that's what you really want," Banshi claimed. "Honestly, you've already done way more than enough to deserve some big, thick pearls."

"Glad to hear you think so," Trisha replied, but as her tongue roamed over the edge of her lips to collect another taste of Banshi's precum, she shook her head. "But I'm just getting started...I'm not the kinda girl that's interested in a handout."

Tugging up one more time on her tank top, Trisha let her breasts sit completely free, but paws were quick to cup around either side of her bosom, pushing them up toward Banshi's impressive length.

Capturing the flesh of the hyena in the warm, inviting gap of her cleavage, Trisha set the stage for one hell of a finish; she wasn't worried about those pearls landing on her neck, after all.

"You've always been so dedicated ," Banshi answered, looking a little flustered with her friend's sensual display. "It's...it's really admirable, Trisha."

"Admirable is totally the word I was going for right now," the fennec joked. "Tits wrapped around your cock, licking the tip and tasting your precum...yup. Admirable was just what I was after."

The same strain could affect two people in entirely different ways, and where Banshi was surprised to feel a bit more bashful, Trisha was feeling energized by her sample, eager to put her breasts to work.

Their grip was just snug enough to keep Banshi's cock from slipping back out, and at the very end of each thrust, Trisha was keeping herself too busy to make another joke: her lips were kissing against the head of that warm, throbbing length to start with, but her grin foretold of greater pleasures, and only a moment later, she opened wide and engulfed the very end of her friend's member, eager to coat it in as much spittle as she could manage.

She didn't know if it would be the soft, fuzzy embrace of her cleavage wrapping around the lower end of the shaft, or the rapid bobbing of her maw over the tip and top end, but she was determined to be the first person to get a necklace from Banshi that weekend...though she couldn't fathom she'd be the last.

Wonder if she'd let me watch next time, the fennec thought. That'd be really fucking hot...maybe she'd even let me help out a little bit?

They were on Bourbon Street to take part in the wildest nights that they could imagine, but they were having to make their own fun to start with.

Trisha was sure that there were greater conquests ahead of them, that weekend, but as far as Banshi was concerned, her friend was setting the bar impossibly high.

"You d-don't have to...g-go so fast," Banshi tried to protest, but she couldn't speak anymore clearly than she could think, and her mind was already going blank with pleasure. "I know you really want a pearl necklace, but it's not like I'm...g-going anywhere... fuck!"

She wanted to drag their first intimate experience out for as long as she could; Banshi worried that everything would come to a screeching halt when that first, warm gush of cum sprayed across the roof of Trisha's mouth, but the fennec wasn't a 'one and done' kind of girl.

As much as she would have loved to swallow every drop of that load, they had a deal, and she was content to live up to her end of that bargain, pushing her breasts up and leaning her head back. A slender neck and a messy valley made the perfect home for new streams to flow into, and leaping from the end of Banshi's throbbing member, rivers of milky white poured down the front of Trisha's body.

"Mnn...mllm! H-hey!" the fennec yelped, swallowing that first bit of seed before she'd presented herself for the rest of the mess. "It doesn't count if you get it in my mouth, you know..."

Shaking her tits against one another and making a frothy mess of the seed that spilled between them, Trisha was putting on the kind of show that no bar on Bourbon Street would be able to replicate; if she wasn't careful, she wouldn't be able to get Banshi to leave the room for the rest of the trip.

"Does that mean you want me to g-give you another one?" Banshi asked, panting quietly and flopping onto her back, even as her length continued to spray the lucky vixen. "I might need a minute."

Grabbing the lighter and the bong, Trisha prepped herself another mouthful as she watched the last of that voluminous yield spill over her breasts.

"Take all the time you need," she replied. "Gonna be a while before that storm clears up..."