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This is a crossover of several franchises. All rights go to their respective owners. The story and setting are mine. Stay tuned for a picture I commissioned for the story.

Story length: 13,917 words

First Time for Everything Pt 1

"Oh man," Nick Wilde drawled out with a yawn as he sat up, distending his svelte physique while on the bed with his inamorata, Judy Hopps. "That was the most relaxing sleep I ever had."

Judy bestirred conterminous to Nick, blinking her eyes fugaciously. She ensconced upright and stretched, too, yawning. "Morning, Nick."

"Morning, Carrots," Nick replied with a grin, feeling the afterglow of being on vacation.

Nick fugaciously osculated the bunny once on her forehead before tossing the blankets and sheets and vamoosed from the king-size bed. She purred lecherously and playfully swiped at his unclad butt as he entered the lavatory. The part of his vulpine penis that jutted out of his sheath partway bedeviled her when he finished micturating, her eyes refulgent with lubricious appetence.

Judy beamed seductively, slowly denuding her panties underneath the bed's integuments. She dangled the yellow thong in her right metacarpus, tossing it to her habiliments and matching bra in a pile, and vacated the bed. Fresh, salubrious air from the ocean wafted into the chamber as she slid the door open. She observed the palatial purlieu and majestic brine below from the lanai's edge, marveling at the fulgent sunrise. The zephyr vivified her as it enfolded on her naked, light, pilose frame, almost bewitched by the auroral horizon until she perceived a hand grope her muliebrity.

The bunny turned to her professional and amatory chum, having a nullity of qualms about the lascivious gesture because of the resort's latitudinarian polity about nudity and concupiscent bravuras of ardor. Her size impelled him to vouchsafe a declension of his figure to their lips could consociate. She reached toward his genitalia to requite him coequally, not breaking eye contact until her digits perceived a silky vicissitude around his entire inguinal region. Stupefied, she surceased the perfervid kiss and looked down, beholding him in pink panties.

Judy looked at Nick's physiognomy and smirked. "Such an insubordinate fox."

Nick reciprocated the grin. "Are you going to reprove me, Carrots?" He posed sultrily in sundry positions.

Judy ruminated for divers seconds with a thumb and index finger on her chin, noticing Nick's eyes gleam in a way that goaded her. "We're on a sabbatical, so I'll be gentle on the reprimand. You look cute in them, by the way."

The rabbit sluggishly and gently dragooned Nick into ensconcing on a chair behind him, erotically caressing his chest and omphalos along the way. A tent instanter pitched itself in his epicene undergarments as she sat on him. One transitory tug on the panties disembarrassed his cock from the girly bastille, demonstrating her adroit skill and intimate knowledge as she did the action without looking, and it resiled, vibrating rapidly. She lifted her nether region, positioned it to her aroused pussy, and gravitated her hips to his penis.

Intense, amorous pressure spellbound Judy the second her quim cumulated her lover's penis, omitting his protuberant portion. She and Nick jibbed from their own contradistinctions, his girth, and her tightness, respectively, moaning sonorously. Nevertheless, they both perceived the invigorating ecstasy from the copulation. Her metacarpi cinched on his shoulders as she jounced on his lap with celerity.

Nick savored Judy's vagina sliding vertically on his pecker. Lubricous nectar vitrified it, meliorating the chafing to allow more delectation from the contractions. Her effervescent fundament was frolicsome for his hands, rubbing the cheeks and pressing them together. He knew other spots that titillated her from his astuteness, although he preferred her to have superintendence for the jiffy. His turn would betide him anon.

Judy fondled her mammillae as she went down on Nick's paradisiacal prick. They were sturdy but pygmy for her liking. He was enthralled by them, conjecturing by the coruscation in his eyes, which mollified her emulousness toward the enviable groups with naturally larger breasts. She created an interregnum for the eye-contact by staring at the resplendent purview, having dubieties about being at the luxurious location and witnessing it in person.

"If this is some sort of phantasmal vagary, then I will arrest whoever disturbs it in real life," Judy enunciated, followed by a stentorian yelp from the vulpine ruminating erotically on her neck. The pressure from his laniaries was sufficient to perforate her tegument enough for her to know she wasn't envisaging wonderland. "Ok, I'm not hallucinating this, but the shock and disbelief still exist."

"I know what you mean," Nick grunted as his ebullient, wanton cauldron became an iota effusive. "I remember being this island a few times when I was a kit with my mom though we stayed at a much more economical place." He kept lugubrious thoughts at bay. "The junkets were still extortionate." A sudden thought compelled him to snap his head upward in cerebration. How did she incur the funds for the trips?

Judy gyrated her hips, distracting Nick's contemplation. "I'm jocund you had the fortuity to snag quite the jackpot right after we busted an illicit gambling site."

Nick flashed his teeth as he snickered. "Those guys made it all too effortless. It was like they were cajoling someone to swindle them."

Judy surceased her movements with Nick's penis still within her vagina. "By the way, how did you cumulate the affluence?"

"I cannot corroborate or repudiate that I have siphoned some of the cash before the precinct came and took the rest went to evidence."

"Nick," Judy said sternly, educing a scintilla of the policewoman within her.

Nick activated his pizazz for charming people with his glamorous, lithe body and alluring grin, the unmasculine undergarments being his bulwark. "Come on, Judy. We haven't had a vacation in a long time. I'm jovial I have the seniority to take holidays off. When was the last time you took a day off, including fetes? I enjoy catching criminals with you, but we need to ruminate about enjoying life and each other. We merit it. You deserve it."

Judy cogitated for a moment. "I yearn to catch the transgressors behind the larceny at Arcadia Bank.

"There's a delectable fox's ass you'll miss out on," Nick goaded in a lighter tonality, aggrandizing its pitch the further he rhapsodized and drawled out.

"Oh, alright," Judy capitulated melodramatically, histrionically looking up to the lanais above them. "Only because you went through the tribulations to procure the vacation, and it would be loutish of me to controvert it."

Nick's smile irradiated eudemonia. "Those scofflaws won't elude us for too long, and I'm sure the rejuvenation we'll get from spending a few weeks here will make that less of a velleity and send more criminals to prison faster than ever." His beatitude skyrocketed when his paramour resumed vaginal intercourse.

Judy glommed Nick's muzzle and forced him to stare at her visage, erotically sneering at him while repeatedly obtruding her hips on his pecker. "I might start with incarcerating the individual who just assaulted a police officer minutes ago."

Nick liberated his lips from Judy's digits by shaking them vigorously, still grinning as the euphoric miasma gradually developed in his eyes. "You're already arresting me with your splendiferous body, Carrots."

Judy glanced surreptitiously down at Nick's inguinal region several minutes later, scrutinizing the effeminate underwear. It seemed like it befitted better than when he accoutered her gossamers after she discovered him flaunting in one of her panties yesteryear, evincing her arousal when she did catch him, and this moment was not a nonconformity. He had the habitus of appearing comely and beguiling in emasculate underwear and lingeries... and girly swimwear, for that matter. The diaphanous stitch was redolent of one of the multifarious rakish, opulent brands she coveted to wear, observing the logotype of Polaris. The time to query would have to intermit. His pulsating penis was exigent at the moment.

Nick gasped as the ocean breeze suddenly felt more gelid on his dick and from Judy's abjuration on his orgasm. Her hands were succedanea for her vagina, and she was hebetudinous at masturbating him, something her sagacity inculcated her about how to exasperate him when he misbehaved. They were efficacious at making him somewhat biddable, and they exacerbated his concupiscence further. He had more authority over his lissome frame this time, humping her grip like it was a bonafide pussy.

"Here it fucking comes, Carrots," Nick grunted through his cuspids, his eyes locked tight. "Fuck!" He vociferated.

The rabbit aimed his penis upward, cambering the semen like artillery shells. The procreant fusillade landed on the concrete abaft. It was a waste in Nick's supposition, a prodigality of cum and virility. His condign desideratum toward her needed to be more than or egalitarian to her castigation towards him, assuming her admonishment effectuated her requirements, and the blissful crash came.

"Ahhh," Nick drawled out with relief, blinking mercurially when the ecstasy deliquesced. "Am I being reprimanded further, officer?"

Judy placed the quaggy penis back in its girly penitentiary, the fertile residuums maculating it instantaneously. "I'm letting you off with a warning, citizen. Next time may result in facing the Judge."

Nick nodded. "If you say so, because that means you'll be mine from now until our respite ends, or until I promulgate so earlier."

Judy froze. "Excuse me?"

Nick smirked as he was about to give his quaere, knowing he had the surprise."Remember the bet we made at the bar at home?"

Judy intercalated her left thumb and index finger between her eyes, aggressively caressing the derma. "That was awhile ago, and we were inebriated."

Nick left the chair, ambulating to his suitcase near the Brobdingnagian bed. "That doesn't mean anything."

Dread felt like lead in Judy's duodenum. "And we actually?" Her sudden trepid emotion asphyxiated her, forfending more words from leaving her lungs.

"Mmm-hmm," Nick hummed while ransacking his suitcase, lifting his tail to give Judy an unobstructed view of his panty-clad fundament.

"Fuck!" Judy groaned gravelly, prolongating the timbre for several seconds.

Nick returned with a bikini in a dark tincture of blue, the two-piece swimsuit having a pendular swing off his fingers as he still had an egotistic look on his countenance. "That'll come later, I asseverate."

Judy encountered an insignificance of rebuff from Nick as she snatched the bikini, inspecting the plushy material. It gradually became indubitable where he attained it and the panties, her incredulity countervailing her stupefaction. "You didn't."

Nick's grin transmogrified into a smile that displayed his immaculate, lambent teeth. "Yep. I went to Zorya's Treasures."

Judy snapped her head to Nick. "No way!"

"I used some of the... questionable emoluments to splurge there." Nick bethought himself modeling in womanly underwear, lingeries, and bikinis at the store and peacocking ravishingly in a potpourri of poses to the employees and clientele as he elucidated the occurrence, reliving it. "I nonchalantly entered, and the workers thought I was there for my espoused companion, which was a lagniappe. I told them I was there for me."

"How did they react?"

The memories got lewder with the subsumption of his genitalia as Nick beckoned them deep from his cerebrum. "Oh, they didn't resile, revile, or jape at me at all. They thought it was great I was assured in my masculinity to wear and purchase panties, bikinis, and other epicene attires without botheration. In actuality, I was quite the polestar at the emporium. They were more than agog, obliging my requests and winnowing through the selection, especially after I modeled in front of them. I _probably _overindulged on my exhibitionist side and stayed at the business longer than required, now that I think of it, but it was a convivial experience when the customers got involved." He beheld Judy folding her arms, about to contemn him like a virago. "I affirm that the licentious debauchery didn't extend beyond me flaunting my penis and testicles to the crowd, but I savored the show I put on." They perceived a jubilant, lupine howl atop the floor they were on, followed by synchronal jizz inundating the superlative, luxury asylum's grounds below, reverting to the subject at hand. "To conciliate your rightful derision at me," he went to his valise and rummaged through it, revealing several sexy, more intimate raiments in his hands to her, "I bought these for you."

Judy dropped Nick's bikini and squealed. "Nick!"

"Happy early birthday, Judy."

Judy vamoosed to the adorned bathroom with her neoteric prized possessions. She posed voluptuously in front of a colossal mirror to the point of revealing her pussy, admiring the slinky fabric enfolding her nether region and breasts as she plucked them. They felt light, and the seamless designs made her believe they would give her a sense of going commando if she wore any vestments over them, the daedal designs in the lace enthralling her. They were sufficiently scanty to her appetence.

Nick consternated Judy by suddenly exteriorizing behind her, wearing the dark blue bikini. "Looking sexy, Carrots. How do they feel?"

"Resplendent," Judy answered. "How did you guess the perfect size?"

"I had the ladies do all the work after I expounded your physical attributes to them. One vixen was especially helpful at finding the options for you and me, and she wasn't an employee." Nick walked up to Judy and posed vixenly in the mirror with her. "I must say I look provocative, too." He tilted his butt to a different side, cosseting his glutes. "Those employees and that fox had a perspicacity for fashion. "

That they do, Judy cerebrated while marveling herself, the punctilio knocking some sense into her. Damn, he's hot. "You appear titillating, too."

"So, shall we discuss my prize now or later?"

Well, I guess I can't renege on the bet now. _Judy's comportment changed to serious and competitive. "Not if I have anything to say about that." _Time to get serious.

Nick countered with a sly grin. "Let's see what's for breakfast."

The resort they stayed at was Empyrean Elysium, a place that claimed to be Canaan for couples that desired a quixotic getaway and sybarites who spent money improvidently for the voluptuary lifestyle. It spared no expense at fulfilling that avowal from the architecture to amenities, from service to pabulums, regardless of which of the four subsections the hedonists choose to rest: Dionysus, Ishtar, Min, or Oshun. The one attribute that demarcates itself from other hotels was its fulsome use of scabrous offerings for the promiscuous to where nudity was permitted anywhere within its circumscription, and coitus was verboten in very sporadic spots. The four subdivisions give epicureans some control of how much eroticism they wanted, from Dionysus for more about casual nudity, food, and other pleasures to Oshun for orgies and extreme ordained kinks, with one debarment. Nick and Judy were at Min, and they heard susurrations of an upcoming or secret fifth section that was above Oshun.

Nick was insouciant about the dyads of eyes ogling him and his skimpy bikini as he strutted with Judy in the rococo lobby. She had already denuded her underwear before leaving their room. They both discovered they had a kink for being exhibitionists, wearing feminine undergarments and swimsuits and wearing only pilose epidermis, respectively. They wagered their bodies' autonomies at who could last the longest before cumming, the loser being the bottom bitch for the duration long enough to encompass their vacations or until the victor decided to annul its reward prematurely. They could subtly inveigle one another to ejaculate semen or ambrosia to win. She furtively glanced at Nick, fretting her orgasmic exhilaration was farther ahead than his buildup. It didn't help that she initially observed more people clad in clothing than she prognosticated, and she made him ejaculate earlier.

They entered an eating establishment that had a breakfast buffet. Pancakes, waffles, and French toast were standard on the sacchariferous end of the spectrum, accompanied by fruity or sugary syrups and other toppings. Scrambled eggs, bacon, and link and loose sausage filled the savory end. All were made from fresh ingredients, and other stations prepared individual meals live on the spot. Famished patrons could get eggs in different styles, including omelets, Benedict, and other cuisines created by lauded executive chef, Benoît Lavaud, whose picture of him and his potbelly beyond the ornate sign embossed in gold welcomed ravening appetites immediately upon entry. All the comestibles' vaporous effluxes made the duo salivate.

Judy found a table for her and Nick to gormandize on, sitting directly across from each other. A bulge externalized in his bikini after he posed in front of a couple of betrothed polar bears and a group of wolves for pictures, ruminating on a scheme to give her an advantage. She elevated her left foot, cradling the protuberance on it. His eyes enlarged transitorily, and he stared at her, who appeared smug, sensing her foot on his balls and erection. Smart of her to select a table with two chairs so she can ensconce across from me, he thought.

Nick languished under Judy's fervent, dulcet touches from her lower appendages as they englut on victuals, both having a plate of viands that had proveniences to the Orient. She progressed to massaging his genitals with both feet, going at phlegmatic rapidity, which he so savored. The blotches formed in his bikini from the precum despite having an athrill paroxysm earlier, and he playacted impassivity, focusing on the sapid pungency from the venerational cuisinier's dishes.

The satiated paunches and steady stream of voracious customers prorogued Judy's attempt at botching Nick's chances at emerging victorious from the bet. The lagomorph and vulpine vacated their seats, searching for their next recreation and opportunity at clandestine vitiation. An insidious glance made her heart flighty, observing his essence besmirching his epicene swimsuit, although she was oblivious to him beholding her arousal.

The duo rode a monorail to the Dionysus subsection, and Nick and Judy encountered their incipient instance of a romantic pair engendering in public. They rubbernecked at the masculine coyote and jackal in the sixty-nine position, who were unaware or feckless about them. The sight of cum irrupting through the cocks exacerbated their horny figures as they disembarked at their stations.

Nick beckoned Judy over after descrying a theater nearby. "Take a look at this, Judy."

Judy took expeditious steps toward Nick. "Oh, so that's where the theater is." She perused the offerings. "Quite the cinematic throngs." The array was broad and compendious, ranging from vestal and family-friendly to vulgar and pornographic, old and classic to new and ultramodern, and ecumenical to cabalistic.

Nick perfervidly tapped on a poster. "Let's watch this; I haven't seen this one."

Judy looked at the title, Nowhere to Run, the latest installment in the august espionage franchise, Harry Gray. "I've never seen any of the films."

Nick glommed Judy's right hand. "Oh, we're so going to binge-watch them in our room during our vacation. I believe it's my turn to pick the series anyway." He yanked her into the hippodrome, finding vacuous seats in the centrum. The chairs were top-of-the-line, composed of the primo material that warms or cools a person's entire body, heats or chills a beverage, has multitudinous programs for massages, and was designed to give people the feeling of being in zero gravity.

The film began with Harry receiving an epistle from his primary, oppugnant individual, goading him into one final contest. Nick demystified some pieces of lore to Judy so she could follow along, appreciative of the films immuring themselves within their own spheres for the most part. She simply nodded, feigning prehension of the overarching story, and he surreptitiously interposed his right index finger between her labia.

One notorious aspect of the franchise was the steamy scenes between Harry and a female sidekick, especially the chemistry between him and Sophia Burke. The aphrodisiac scene took the smuttiness to another echelon, blazoning genitalia and sexual acts for longer, including the climacteric climax on her face.

Nick increased his puissance when he realized the movie took a libidinous turn. His paramour's nectar slathered his fingers as he caressed inside her warm slit. The implosions felt splendid on his digits, and he was still adroit with them, observing Judy writhe with them in her. He also discerned she was engrossed in something, conjecturing it was the film or the contest. Ultimately, he culled the former despite finding it herculean to watch one of his idols on the gargantuan screen. He wasn't temerarious to break eye contact so he could perform cunnilingus, opting to pinch her clitoris.

Judy tried to do her part of the strenuous, lecherous tango, ceding apace because of Nick. Mellifluous fluids exuded from her cunt like a cloudburst as she perceived the impassioned tactions on her pearl, pullulating the stain on the luscious chair. The sex scene ended, yet he perseverated. She had a mental soliloquy about the detestations she could potentially endure in the future as her intransigence moldered.

Nick's kid-self evinced itself through the thickset, dumbfounded layer after he beheld another top-favorite icon on the screen, making him obstreperous. Every ounce of judiciousness toward the bet evanesced instantaneously, giving Judy alms in the form of a lacuna. The two epochal characters vitalized his youthful hyperkinesia, unintentionally thwarting her attempts at winning the bet. The hyperactivity took a nosedive to a dysphoric stupor when the movie ended, his mouth agape with melancholy as Judy strenuously dragged the paralytic simulacrum of him out of the theater. His dolorous narcosis numbed him to the people around or colliding into him as they palavered about that particular scene in the show, including a male wolf in a heart-patterned bikini, who kept glancing at him while getting dragged by his vixen.

"Nick?" Judy spoke charily. Well, his mood is defunct-- mine is, too.

"I'm fine, Carrots," Nick replied in a monotone voice. "I know it's a movie, but that came out of nowhere. Now, the icons from my childhood and adolescence are no more."

Judy did enjoy the movie more than she foreknew, although not as quite a monomaniac as Nick, and she didn't see the repute behind the franchise. Still, she embraced him around his waist in commiseration. "I can tell they were important to you."

Nick nodded, a bit lachrymose as he explicated more of his past to his lover. "My mother explained to me that my father was an adventurer just like those agents we saw on the enormous screen when I watched Phoenix Armstrong with her as a kit, and his occupation meant being away from home for a long time. I realized it was her method of tussling with the datum he was a deadbeat dad as I matured, but those movies and the ones with Harry Gray filled me with a sense of awe. They distracted me from the shitty indigence I was in, imagining myself facing an ecumenical threat to the world rather than survival and discrimination." He sighed heavily and was crestfallen. "Perhaps a pygmy portion of me was -or is- still hoping she was correct to this day, and now I have to accept that the film is the finale for both series from my youth."

"Those movies will continue to exist, so you can always relive those moments with me by your side." Judy rubbed Nick's left arm with her head. "Perhaps we can binge watch tonight."

"That sounds terrific," Nick's demeanor did a complete turnabout, "especially with your whole body tied with rope as I fuck you after I win the bet."

Judy coddled Nick's bulge. "The day's too young to be that cocksure of it."

Nick's puckish grin returned, gesticulating to his bikini as he uttered, "Let's settle it over some swimming so I can break-in my swimsuit some more. I know just the place. But first, we need to purchase some supplies."

Several people from the duo's home city recognized and lionized Nick and Judy for their part in stymieing Bellweather's coup, stopping them for autographs. At the same time, they purchased some supplies to exalt their enchantment. They habituated to the perks of being celebrities, such as encomiums for thwarting some of the most execrable plots to the city without giving them the sense of vainglory. The path to his spot became chockablock with completely naked people, clothed individuals, and entities in sundry stages of nudity as they wended in the resort. His disquietude emerged first as they got nearer. Then, hers gradually crystallized within, realizing where it was taking them. They were close to the purlieu's terminus and the aegis associated with the property. Beyond lay public abuttals and the assizes' imperilments for nudity, coitus, and males in habiliments that the government considered indecorum. They were jittery for divers minutes outside the prurient harborage in the woods, with Nick leading the way, following the sonorous sounds of a waterfall while swatting at amaranthine, rebarbative insects, which prompted him to rub some endemic, agrarian flora he knew contained natural repellent, offering some to her.

Nick led Judy down a connatural declivity on a scarp, bandying his solicitude about getting caught with the botheration of perambulating the parlous path. His demeanor went nonchalant when they arrived at the bottom, wading into the algid, revivifying water instead of ambulating on rocks, and he abdicated his body to it. Normally, she would vacillate about jumping into the raging rapids, and he lived up to the bahuvrihi of a daredevil. Still, all the years on the force with him amassed her certitude in him, so she plunged her nude physique into the tempestuous rivulet and piggybacked in the flux.

The freshet took the fox and the rabbit through a cimmerian cave to what Judy could describe was nothing short of preternatural, her jaw opening as far as it could go while she stood on the beach. The brochures had magnificent similitudes of the island they were on, but the pellucid ocean and scenic landscape were inimitable, minifying their grandiosities. "Holy shit," was all she could articulate her ineffable astoundment.

"Now this is paradise!" Nick vociferated with his arms wide after taking several steps forward to the acrid water.

"How do you?" Judy's dumbfounded disposition nixed her sentence.

"Know?" Nick responded with his arms to his sides and head tilted to Judy, arching his right eyebrow. He pivoted his entire frame to her. "A local told my mother and me about this place during our first visit. We didn't have commensurable time to enjoy it fully, but we came here the subsequent times we had a vacation. It was periodically populated with visitors though we had a cornucopia of moments where we had complete penetralia." He paused briefly, recollecting some intimate moments where his consanguineous vixen stimulated his prick. He closed his eyes and insufflated salubrious zephyr from the ocean through his nostrils while he did. He looked at Judy once he annulled his affable, raunchy sentimentalism. "We should have sequestration for a while, but there's no telling when anyone would show up, so what do you say, Judy?" He entered the thalassic environment just enough for the crest to ephemerally enshroud his maculate bikini bottom. "Up for adding piquancy to your life for once?"

Judy stomped on the sand, feeling incensed. "I know how to obtain an exhilarative thrill!"

Nick altered his mien to his roguish type to gibe Judy. "Then, I'm ready for a demonstration, Carrots because I still don't count your cow-tipping story."

The vulpine's taunt vexed Judy. "Oh, _I'll _give you a privy, ostentatious expo that'll leave an indelible mark in your brain!" Judy demoniacally scoured the contents inside the only backpack she and Nick brought along, spurred by an interbreeding concoction of vexation and trust.

Judy found what she combed the waterproof knapsack, a potion Nick bought unequivocally for her at the Empyrean Elysium in clandestine. An aural pop occurred as she uncorked the vitriform vial, and the magenta liquid went into a free-fall into her mouth, imbibing it. Her muscle contorted instantly, and she immediately descried herself as taller than she was a couple seconds ago. She peered at Nick, who might as well had an anchor conjoined to his lower lips by chain because his maw was gaping.

Nick rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly in unbelievingness at what just happened. His indefectible paramour metamorphosed into an undebased goddess, something he presupposed was impossible. The naked sylph's feet touched the briny water as she ambulated to him, making his heart flutter.

"What do you think, Nick?" Judy catechized coquettishly, twisting her body from side to side with her arms abaft. Nick's mouth was still agape while pointing down at the water, the only way he could express the inexpressible, excluding his boner in the epicene swimwear, and she glanced at her feet, succumbing to the same kismet as him. "Oh... my... god."

Judy knew her shape had undergone transmutation but extenuated to what extent it transfigured. Her facial attributes changed, and her slim figure slenderized further. Her main attraction was her bosoms, which enlarged during the transformation. She beheld her clone fondle its saggy breasts synchronously with her when she played with her dyad, affirming her belief that they were legit, and she was exultant and considered ignoring the bet.

Nick completed the laborious task of breaking the incantation gripping Judy, and getting her farther into the ocean with him. It appeared piecemeal as they osculated and groped each other, and her huge teats magnetized his hands more than the lilliputian versions, feeling so pillowy and convivial to jiggle with.

Judy reached into the salty water and grabbed the bulge in Nick's bikini while tasting him on her lips. The objective managed to stay at the vanguard of her mind no matter how romantic the environs were as she jerked the drenched fabric and his cock together single-handily. Her other metacarpus collaborated to keep him enthralled with her upper torso and above. That's it, Nick, keep sucking and playing with my tits and ignore what's going on with your inguinal region. I know your penis is supplicating to cum so prolixly just how rigid your protraction is in my hand. Let me grant that hankering.

The tender touches on the penis fructified the testicles' production of sperm, and Judy perceived Nick on the verge of culminating his sexual euphoria; the spasms alerted him that he was on a perilous precipice, and he needed to take dire measures to obviate it. He was too minute too dilatory as Judy submerged, released his pecker from the bikini, and accommodated the phallus in her mouth, rapidly jerking the shaft. The waves eviscerated the bubbles that floated to the surface as her reward came in mucilaginous, salty gobs, accumulating every drop rather than allowing them to diffuse in the sea. He realized he had obtruded once too many, jostling his knot into her jaw and locking her into place for a while, and his ears twitched in horror from his telesthesia, alerting him to an unknown presence.

Nick snapped his head to the coast instantaneously after perceiving a stentorious snap. "Hello? Anyone there?" He bellowed with some trepidation in his voice, the fear glaciating his blood.

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The first rays of cockcrow dignified Min's roof and the floor that monopolized its plenitude of space, entering the room and rousing a voluptuous vixen, Diane Foxington, out of her quiescence, and she innervated her upper and lower limbs on her capacious bed. She yawned and stretched before vacating her coterminous spot to her abeyant, virile, husky wolf, entering the spacious bathroom with her portmanteau. Two scanty bikinis came out, and she replaced her black, skimpy lingerie with a purple two-piece swimsuit, inspecting herself in the tall, attenuated mirror. The obverse made it easier to juxtapose the swimwear on her body, and she grinned at the corollaries.

The lupine, Mr. Wolf, naturally vivified himself and noticed a spot despoiled of his mate, observing the shut bathroom door. He actuated the 72-inch flatscreen television with his voice, selecting the parochial news channel. It revealed a male raccoon in genteel livery at a press colloquium at the resort, with several groups fornicating in the background: two feminine, nude arctic foxes engaging in tribadism, a muscular, masculine Shiba Inu and brawny, male St. Bernard spit-roasting a virile, sinewy German Shepherd, all wearing bras and panties, and three nude, heterosexual couples having vanilla sex. The raccoon luminary went by his agnomen, Coop.

"Settle down, everyone. Settle down," Coop enunciated while gesticulating the command. The bedazzlements and sounds from the cameras came through the screen. "I've been aware of some prattle on the infobahn ever since my tryst with public officials awhile. You've been catechistic and inquisitive with your question in person or online, that I've been coy about my answers. The truth was I promised to be taciturn about it while the confabulation was ongoing, and I am pleased to divulge the topic right now. Empyrean Elysium will add a fifth subsection that will coexist with the largest waterpark in the world." He pulled the cover off the easel to his left, revealing the conceptualization art of the waterpark. "The contracted company will prefabricate the aqueous playground for adults on a whopping 262 hectares of recently-purchased land, but that's not all the grandiose peculiarities this enterprising venture going by the cognomen, Lofn." He turned around and prolongated his arms to underscore the saturnalia in the background. "I'm talking about this to the tenth degree! You won't feel any obloquy about the kinks you're into, and, of course, everything in the untrodden subsection will meet or surmount the company's finical criterion to ensure the utmost luxury our customers impetrate for." The raccoon turned to the cameras just as one of the philistine couples had an orgasm, and Mr. Wolf observed cum landing on the naked female's body. "I'll now answer some interrogatories now."

Diane emerged from the lavatory in her black, lacy, gauzy bra and panties. "Decided to wake yourself this time, I see."

"It wasn't without its demurs," Mr. Wolf responded, grinning. "Morning, Diane."

"Morning, stud." Diane turned to the television, emphasizing the raccoon with a gesture. "Is that the legatee of this entire purlieu?"

Mr. Wolf raised the volume with the nearby remote. "Yes, and he just avouched the expansion of the resort and made an audacious devoir to make it more garish than the other sections, more clement in sexual activities than Oshun, and shatter several records."

Diane plopped abreast to the lupine. "Did he say anything else?" She noticed the bacchanal in the background, taking a peculiar interest in the stunning, burly males in provocative bras and panties, her underwear imbued with her arousal.

"They just got to the questions; you didn't miss much."

Diane and Mr. Wolf sat in their bed and watched the interlocution. Coop bandied the inquests with his ripostes while the concourse behind him reached multiple apogees in the copulations.

"How did you wangle the funds for such project?" A feminine reporter queried.

"By a ton of effortful work and fealty to my goal of creating a space where people can leave their lamentations behind and have a trifle of a lifestyle they envisaged without any opprobrium," Coop responded as the Shiba Inu and St. Bernard evinced signs of ejaculating into the German Shepherd's ass and mouth, respectively. The Shepherd was on the hem of cumming, so the Shiba had him decumbent on his viscera, jerking the turgid penis, and the third canine jizzed all over the St. Bernard's front half.

Mr. Wolf turned off the television, hopped off the bed, excreted corporeal offscouring in the bathroom, and ambulated to the roof's periphery. The panoramic view of luxuriant verdure on the mountainous acclivities on one side and lucent blue ocean and lambent sunrise on the other hardly assuaged his sense of being in a fantasia, not even a breeze on his pilose physique and heart-patterned boxers could inoculate enough kinesthesia to shatter the meretricious paramnesia.

Mr. Wolf respired through his nose, grinning. "God, just leave my body in a comatose state for a long time." His eyes pullulated, looking at the wellspring of ravishment from his inguinal region, which he beheld a dyad of vulpine hands on his intumescence, and his tail wagged. "And _now _I want this reverie to be even more perdurable."

Diane licked her lips. "Be a good boy, and I will effectuate it." Or be a big, bad wolf-- I can live with that too. "Don't squander it too apace." It'll be the finis of you getting unequivocal felicity from me for a while.

Mr. Wolf sensed his foxy inamorata start off rather languid, feeling compressions on his bulge. She was a savvy masseuse and had erudition of his body. The virtuoso touches focalized on the one spot that simultaneously deliquesced all of his sinews, melting all of his tumults and disquiet. He achieved the state of nirvana, and he sighed contently.

Diane was turned on as she dandled the excrescence on Mr. Wolf's boxers, feeling it radiate intemerate, virile torridity. No imagination was necessary about what indwelled within the furry hillock behind the underwear to emanate pruriency, and zero fabrications about its wherewithals were also required. Her first-hand empiricism told her its amplitudes and how he wielded it, and he would soon be hers for her to idealize.

Diane brought her head closer to the gibbosity, nuzzling and stroking it. She reached through the legging, touching the swollen sheath and perceiving the pilous peak twitch. The wetness was the inchoate, somatic sign she was doing something right. The acicular tip emerged along with additional precum. A mottle obfuscated Mr. Wolf's underwear, suffusing through the fabric, and more of his penis protruded through the sheath. She withdrew her hand through the identical path, licking his essence off her fingers, and she gleefully chuckled a couple of times at the scrumptious astringency.

Mr. Wolf perceived a waterlogged organ supplant Diane's metacarpus on his tumefaction. His cock supplicated for deliverance, pitching a tent, which was susceptive to unrelenting licks. His boxers had elbow room for breathing, but it denatured the stitch into a penitentiary. A flurry of assaults from her tongue and hands enfeebled his fixity, initiating his declension into the rapturous abysm. He gritted his teeth, fighting to maintain his willpower. Must resist; I can hold out for just a little longer.

The salvation came a minute later. Diane ceased her assailment on Mr. Wolf's protrusion, opening the fly. His pecker outthrust like a spring disburdening the tension, relieving the undergarments pressure. He immediately enervated into the half that impetrated for a climax, whining like a dog imploring for a treat.

Diane blushed at the majestic sight of Mr. Wolf's thick, huge member. The undiluted, masculine heat intoxicated her, panting heavily, and the hot exhalations caused it to twitch. _So much sweat, precum, and other redolences, _she thought. She instinctively jaculated her left hand straight up as he obtruded frantically at her face, letting the prick carom off it until she reined it in better. The fly opened some more so she could get a concentrated dram of his essence from his testicles on her tongue. She stayed there for a moment or two before slowly licking across his fleshy pole and fellated him at the glans, savoring the canine's salmagundi of sapor.

"Awooo," Mr. Wolf howled, wagging his tail as the pillowy piece of heaven enveloped and cosseted his manly spear.

Diane moaned sensually from tasting the pre. The limpid fluid commingled with her saliva, and the penis's rotundity allowed the mixture to trickle down to her cleavage and beyond. Her left hand returned to the lupine's balls, massaging and compressing them through the fly while sucking his tip like a suckling kit. The other metacarpus stroked his rod, barely wrapping her fingers around it, which triggered additional memories of her handling its enormity in any of her orifices. If only he added more dynamism, she thought. A work in progress. His gonads were no slouch, knowing how to get the desired corollary. She rouged her cheeks more as she glutted her throat with the rest of it, going right to his crotch.

Mr. Wolf quavered spasmodically from the vibrations, and the contractions on his dick from her fauces typified what went on in her vagina. He looked down at Diane and watched her bob her head, observing her suffocate on his shaft periodically, all while beatific tears streamed out of her eyes and mixed with the commixture at her esophagus. He closed his eyes, sensing he was about to cum, when he had to open them in perplexity. The feminine vulpine deftly and mercurially slid between his legs, and he convoluted his frame above the waistline to her. A sudden tug on his underwear followed by her tongue on his anus, which compelled him to contort back to normal. He was in the peregrine territory, made all the more exotic with her manipulating his genitals, including giving his orbicular dyad freedom to indulge in the wind. An instinct subtly told him that maybe he wasn't her entire focus.

Diane was overwhelmed with Mr. Wolf's musk with distinguished nuances compared to the one originating at his genitalia. _Definitely been a while. _The pink aperture puckered from her breaths and tongue. After a few minutes of depredating his tail-hole, his knot finally extruded something that gave her caesura for an ephemeral second. _So, you have chosen that _option, she thought, hiding a conniving grin. She grabbed tightly on his penis, giving several hearty strokes.

"AWOOOO!!!" Mr. Wolf hollered, going semiconscious from the sea of elated miasma.

Diane beheld lupine spunk sailing over the edge and plummeting to the concrete grounds below while holding Mr. Wolf's penis, waiting for him to calm down. It took a bit longer than usual for the orgasm to etiolate, and she released his dong. "Any louder and the whole universe would've heard you."

"You certainly don't make that more toilsome." Mr. Wolf gave Diane a long peck on her forehead. "So, how did I do?"

"About the usual, if I'm being forthright," Diane answered, standing up by grabbing Mr. Wolf's hand, "but I've had chumps that cum only one time and that was it, and they were perfunctory achieving it. You're at least a multi-course meal," she headed to the bedroom, "and I intend on being more interactive with my food in the very near future."

"Come again?" Mr. Wolf groaned, observing Diane dangle a bikini that was redolent of his boxers. "Son of a bitch."

"So, you do remember."

"Unfortunately, and I wish we both forgot, mainly you."

Diane chuckled. "Now, how can I misrecollect the bet where I gain the reward of making you my bitch for awhile. Perhaps, you should've placed something else in jeopardy before we purloined our target."

"That was because I thought the security would still be top-notch. Had I known some cosmic force would vitiate it before the heist, I would've offered something different for the bet." Mr. Wolf slid the door shut after entering the edifice.

Diane inspected the extravagant diamond ring on her right hand. "It was still a nice largesse from you for our anniversary. Girl still has skills after all these years."

Mr. Wolf inspected the environment outside, which was paradise's quintessential idyll and the huge private pool and hot tub. "And this place is a generous gift from you, too-- a nice romantic getaway even though the location takes romance into an intemperate end of the spectrum in some areas. How did you afford this room?"

Diane unclipped her bra, letting it slip off her breasts. "It turns out that you can take this vixen out of life of crime, but you can't remove the life of crime out of me. Yeah, I gave up burglary until recently though I have pilfered an inconsequential amount of money periodically during my tenor as governor."

Mr. Wolf did not care about Diane's attempt at micrifying her malversation, his eyes darting between her boobs and face. "You did serve the state well despite your furtive misconducts. You received a panegyric when you abdicated your governorship, and we do have a code despite being thieves."

The mischievous smile returned to Diane's lips as she stripped her panties off, tossing the heart-patterned bikini at the grey canine. "And that dogma means you have to strip your underwear and wear those and be my subaltern until we leave the island or unless I say so."

Mr. Wolf denuded his boxers, inspecting the swimsuit with trepidation. "And what will you have in store for this subordinate?"

"I'm having us -namely you- expand our comfort zone and spice up the jejuneness because the resort wholeheartedly sanctions sexual experimentations." Diane gulped at the promontory sheath, and she heard a whine. "Don't fret-- I promise not to transgress your lines in the sand." She clapped once Mr. Wolf donned his bikini, cooing, "You look so beauteous, honey." Her perspicacious judgment of fashion was just as sharp as ever. His swimwear would've covered more of her physique if she wore it, but his frame made it appear just as exiguous as her skimpy swimsuit, proudly accentuating his genitals.

Mr. Wolf's jaw dropped as he beheld Diane in her purple bikini. "Holy... shit," he barely expressed his awe, although the sight of her was truly inexpressible. It magnified her pulchritudinous figure. He avowed his swimsuit enhanced his frame as he looked at his sides while facing a mirror. "Where did you find these?"

"At Zorya's Treasures," Diane answered, adjusting the bikini on her body. "You probably wouldn't believe this, but there was a male fox scouring the underwear, lingerie, and bathing suits, and he wanted to buy some for his significant other and for himself. He inquired about what would quadrate with his body and accommodate his penis and testicles, so I and the employees helped him out." She got an iota flustered from excitement as she recollected about the event. "He was a terrific model, a cynosure in the store, and those poses he did were just," she jettisoned her sudden burst of conniption with squirms, facial contortions, and jubilant vocals. Her stomach growled. "Well, I'm hungry," she dragged Mr. Wolf, "so let's get some breakfast."

"While I'm in this?" Mr. Wolf asked with agita, glancing at his effeminate swimsuit, inadvertently halting progress.

Diane gave Mr. Wolf a pococurante shrug of her shoulders "Why not? We're at a place that won't mortify you for ignominious kinks. You saw those three masculine canines on television earlier." She stroked underneath his chin with a finger, giving him horripilation. "This foxy mistress also decrees that you must." Satisfied with his silent servility, she led him out their chamber's door.

Diane and Mr. Wolf slaked their esurient bellies at a diminutive restaurant outside that served local cuisine using fresh, autochthonous ingredients, heading to a theater at Dionysus. She noticed the protrusive bulge on Mr. Wolf's swimwear was more conspicuous, conjecturing the people ogling them were the culprits. A combination of exhilaration and chagrin from both the truism he was in an epicene attire and the eyes on him coalesced in his phallus. Some macho individuals were in public, either clad in panties and bras, bikinis, or other effeminate clothing. Still, the amount wasn't sufficient to alleviate the timorous excitement in his blood. He foretold there would be more because of the resort's lax ukases on pruriencies.

The duo entered the monorail with several people. They observed a panther and jaguar concurrently penetrate a lioness's vagina and anus, respectively. Their first in-person exposure to public sex went as expected. Everyone was lackadaisical about the carnal acts during the ride, even when cum extravasated from her holes and the vulpine and lupine got off at their station.

"No fucking way!" Mr. Wolf and Diane phonated their delights together, running at the posters for the day's selection of films. They stared at a grey picture called Neurosis, a horror and thriller movie regarded as one of the greatest films of all time, and immediately purchased tickets.

The film began with a woman discovering she was trapped in a house with the owner, who had been diagnosed with psychoneurosis. The tension slowly rose until the bombshell at the very end, leaving Diane, Mr. Wolf, and the other watchers stunned. Diane and Mr. Wolf left the theater, hearing several debates about whether certain scenes of the film were real or not. Another film ended simultaneously, creating a brimful of naked individuals.

Diane swiftly dragged her lupine lover through the legion, shrugging off the collisions. One contact with a masculine fox caused him to double-take before losing sight. He could hardly believe it; there was another male in a bikini. She led him to an enormous, arcuate pool, and he promptly did a cannonball into the water, the splash getting her fur wet.

Mr. Wolf floated on the water while Diane located a seat nearby, and she ordered a tropical intoxicant. The change of scenery from the hustling and bustling city life and the lack of burden from politics were refreshingly tranquil to her. No need to fret about incessant, querulous reminders of meetings and other events, zero press members importuning her with questions or caviling about what she did or didn't do, and a nonentity of papers beleaguering her desk-- just luxuriating the life like she wanted to. I can acclimate to this halcyon lifestyle. Nothing to discommode me. Nobody to hector or excoriate me in how I conduct myself. I don't have to worry about someone calumniating me or read traducements in articles. I won't miss those parts of politics whatsoever.

The inebriation was cold, viscid, and fruity as Diane imbibed it. Initially, she tasted mango, pineapple, and passion fruit, followed by the cool, silky vanilla ice cream. Then, the puissance from two potent booze kicked in the back of her throat-- perhaps too racy for her palate. She stopped at one cocktail, a finality she placed on herself after quaffing one too many spirits. It was a limit to where she could maintain her faculties and control of her body, and she dove into the curvilinear pool.

All the ocular peckers, family jewels, and vaginas titillated Diane as she swam underwater, heading for a vacant inner tube skimming on the surface. She brushed by her inamorato, deliberately groping and exposing his penis and balls, and surmounted the buoyant device. The ripples added to the serenity caused by the sun and breeze.

Spurred by the ephemeral tease on his penis and testicles, Mr.Wolf submerged himself, swimming towards Diane, unbeknownst to her. She nervously glanced around after sensing him bump her rump. His hands pulled a portion of her nether region closer to him and decorticated the bottom half of her bikini off. They played with her muliebrity while he lapped away at her anus. The chlorinated water diluted the gamey sapor, the pockets of gas rending around her, and she quickly adapted to the furtive assault and returned to a calm state. Her ataraxia vanished after he flipped her off the inner tube a couple minutes later, breaking the water's surface and noticing him snicker.

"Looks like I need to train you better," Diane spoke, spitting some water out of her lips.

"Woof... woof," Mr. Wolf replied, playacting a ferine dog, and his shaft engorged with cruor as Diane excorticated the bikini off her mammillae.

The duo took a circumbendibus to a venereal shop so Diane could discard her swimsuit in the room. The boutique furnished its patrons with scabrous offerings: scrimpy clothes and underwear, bawdy toys, smutty books, and libertine games. It serenaded them with ribald clips from movies as they purchased rakish materials.

Mr. Wolf's demure predilection about wearing emasculate garments, effeminate, natatorial vestments, and epicene underwear was equable after he encountered a few groups of males in panties or lingeries, girly swimwear, or unmasculine attires. The verbal laudations were effectual with his confidence, although he bashfully posed for a photo or two. He covertly snagged some undergarments along with sex toys, ratiocinating with himself that the knickers were for Diane, and the pusillanimous proclivity returned when he met her at the counter. She purchased all the items, including his pile, and had most of them sent to their room. The most redoubtable to him was the strap-on and lube set aside to accompany them. I'm gonna lose my anal virginity to that!?

"Good news," Diane uttered as she stuffed a moiety of purchased items in her backpack, indicating the two female otters having sex with a dildo, "I know a place where we can execute my next plan from Olivia and Amber over there. They told me of a godforsaken beach nearby that's spectacular."

"And what's your plan?" Mr. Wolf catechized.

"I can't divulge too much, but," Diane pulled out the ersatz phallus attached to a harness out of the bag, "it will feature this in some capacity." Her eyes lit up. "Oh, and the spot is outside the resort, so the serendipitous spice will be a nice addition."

"Ok," Mr. Wolf responded in a chary tone, looking at Diane as if he couldn't believe the doctors didn't diagnose her with anencephaly at birth. This is asinine. What imbecilic individual would be thrilled with that?

Diane led Mr. Wolf outside the store, circumnavigating the grounds for privacy while heading to their destination. "We contravene multifarious times, which some were iniquitous-- not to mention the monumental pilferage we did on our anniversary. If we get caught, what we may get would be a slap on the wrist compared to comeuppances from the other delicts we committed."

"I know that."

"We're not going to be that far from the resort, so we can decamp easier than the other crimes we eluded the cops from. The ways to the beach are on the treacherous side, so there's less chances of getting caught, plus we're taking the most obscured path." Diane stopped walking. "You mentioned that surreptitious sex in public was something you may consider trying in the future, and you displayed signs that you're a bit of an exhibitionist. I'll give you a chance to draw the line here if you desire to."

Mr. Wolf sucked his lips and sweated, quivering. A cacophony of decisions swarmed his brain. "I'll render my decision once we get there."

"Deal."

The path took Mr. Wolf and Diane to Oshun, where the debauchery skyrocketed immensely with an orgiastic sea immediately upon entry. His boner returned as he beheld multitudinous orgasms. They went to the beach, and the natatory sports and other activities tamed the lack of sexual abstemiousness from the crowd.

"Watch out!" A feminine voice shouted.

A naked male fox with crimson fur collided with Mr. Wolf, both plummeting onto the white sand. The impingement jostled his genitalia out of the bikini, rubbing against the vulpine sheath and testicles. They froze for a moment, long enough for the compression and propinquity of their genitalia to give them boners. He and the fox blushed as their orbiculate pairs ground against each other, the latter standing up and elongating an extremity to him.

"Sorry about that," the masculine fox uttered as Mr. Wolf dusted himself.

"It's alright," Mr. Wolf replied, his eyes unconsciously gravitating to the athletic fox's rotund dick.

"Nice outfit," the virile lupine extolled earnestly, his annealed penis reinforcing him.

"Thanks. Uhh," Mr. Wolf scanned the nude male in front of him for any compliment to recompense him, trying to avert his gaze from the fox's prick, "nice co-ah body."

The fox beamed at the blandishment. "Thanks." He picked up the neon green frisbee, jogging to his female counterpart while looking at Mr. Wolf, pantomiming farewell at him. "Take care now."

Mr. Wolf reciprocated the gesture equally. "You too." He turned to face Diane, who had a diacritic anamorphosis on her physiognomy. "What?"

Diane's facial expression went to normal as she feigned ingenuousness, shrugging. "Nothing." She appeared slightly concerned. "Are you hurt?" She asked sincerely.

"No, but don't sign me up for physical sports." Mr. Wolf looked around the environment, observing the two foxes move farther away to play frisbee. "Where do we go from here?"

"The otters said there should be a promontory nearby." Diane pointed at the lithic target in the distance. "Right there. There's an underwater cave, and we swim in it if the water permits us. It's a straight path, and we only need to hold our breath for a few seconds. Then, it's a short hike, and we shouldn't encounter any people while we're there. It's rather remote."

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

Fortuitously, the lagoon was placid and lorn when Diane and Mr. Wolf arrived. She dove in from a bantam cliff rather than drudge through the saliferous water from the seaboard, followed by him jumping in with his rheumatic body vertically. They found the subaquatic cavern and could swim most of the way without needing to submerge themselves, feeling glad the portion they were forced to was short and straightforward to counterbalance the atramentous environment. It expectorated them out to a rocky shoreline. They took their time navigating the slippery rocks until they encountered foliage, dirt, and the chafe from interminable insects.

Diane's and Mr. Wolf's jaws dropped as they found paradise. It outshined every picture of the island they could view online or from the brochures. They were about to lie on the pristine beach when Nick emerged further away.

"Now this is paradise," they perceived Nick's verbalization, observing him extend his arms.

"That's the fox we encountered at the theater," Mr. Wolf sibilated excitedly, his tail lambasting several leaves abaft.

Interesting, Diane thought, noting the sound behind her, and she observed Judy transmute and transfixed at the result. "Ooo-la-la," she susurrated, witnessing Judy. "Looks like the rabbit is joining the fox for some fun." She was about to turn to Mr. Wolf when she felt a hulking body ambush her, bracing herself with all her limbs. "Oh my. Looks like my hunky husband's a clairvoyant."

Mr. Wolf infixed his penis in Diane's cunt in the stereotypical doggystyle position. He was placated with the amount of frondescence around them to take the gamble and copulate with her outside Empyrean Elysium's peripheries and indemnifications. Luscious constrictions clenched him, and he fondled her swaying buxom boobs. Their lips touched, their tongues mingling within the conjointness and exchanging saliva.

Diane panted as the lupine humped her nether regions. His length and girth stretched her pussy and made her feel full without fail. There was an infinitesimal void inside her that blemished the puzzle of him. The sex became bromidic to where she could reasonably guess what came next despite his ardor toward her, and he treated her well in the romantic department, too. Her previous partners were more audacious when it came to procreation, and he was proclive to stay within the platitudinal box after discussing kinks on one of their dates that ended with sex. At least, he expressed his desire to vary the routine and made honest small steps. I know he's the perfect partner once I put in the effort to train him in endurance and expand the platitudinous box. She yipped from a sudden sharp thrust in her vagina. Maybe it's paying its dividends right now.

Mr. Wolf allowed his imagination to make him vicariously join the duo in the ocean. He pictured himself in Nick's place, having Judy's tight quim attuned to his pecker. That sounded divine to him, swapping Diane's vocals to what he envisioned Judy's vocals to immerse himself further as he beheld Judy go in for a subaqueous fellatio on Nick's schlong. An image of him fornicating with Nick made him falter for a split-second before recovering. The other vixen from an hour ago appeared like she could be a goddess. In fact, he deified Judy, the stark naked vixen, and Diane, with Diane sitting on the acme of the deific throne. Having sundry pictures of one, two, or all three of them apotheosize his penis made him accelerate unconsciously.

Then, fragments of Nick and the other fox launched an incursion into Mr.Wolf's fantasy. They were similar to the feminine versions, with him having sexual intercourse with one or both manly foxes. However, they were an even mix of him being dominant or biddable, whereas he was the potentate for most of the daydreams with Judy, Diane, and the second vixen. They also amplified his velocity and power on Diane.

Diane took note of Mr. Wolf's change in his perforations. Holy shit. He's expending more energy this time. The rapture compelled her to enfranchise her blissful expression and take it to the extreme, letting her tongue hang out. It seldom occurred, but she achieved her crescendo before he did. The contractions forced his knot to stay within her slit, where his penis expanded and eventually ejaculated into her womb. He had enough wherewithal to cover her mouth to not let her howls echo to the world and alert Nick. Being a voyeur was fine with him, whether secretly spying or having the procreating participants aware of his existence-- the constant threat of getting caught and arrested for indecency was a damper. He vamoosed while still conjoined to her twat once she was conscious, instantaneously snapping a large twig on accident, and they halted from the sharp sound.

"Hello? Anyone there?" Nick inquired nervously.

"Fuck, he's almost on to us," Mr. Wolf uttered in a low voice. "Don't move."

"Like I have any choice in the matter," Diane replied, feeling additional seed spritz within her vagina.

Mr. Wolf quickly glanced at his sheathed shaft. "Right."

"Hello?" Nick shouted louder, tunneling his voice with his hands. "Who goes there?" His fright benumbed him. Maybe I played with fire one too many times. At least he could still sense his Judy milking his semen by squeezing his globose pair, but he needed to act apace.

"Come on, let's go meet him," Diane suggested.

Mr. Wolf glared at Diane with stupefaction. "You can't be serious."

"Trust me on this; he won't rat us out."

"How do you know?"

Diane lifted a finger. "First, the rabbit's nowhere in sight, so she's most likely giving the fox a blowjob underwater." A second digit went up. "Second, if she's actually out of the water, he might as well be naked because I suggested that bikini to him. One or both reasons are sufficient for him not to claim the holier-than-thou attitude over us" The third finger became erect. "He has the aura of being like us at some point in his life. I'll take the chance of him knowing the peccant dregs of society's correctitude," she quickly threw another finger," and he's wading to the shoreline albeit awkwardly."

Nick stumbled as he dragged his rabbit inamorata with his penis. He got to where her head was above water, noticing she sucked his rod while he ejaculated, which gave him hope. The blockage in her pharynx had enough nihility for gas to flow in and out while semen flowed in. His fleshy spear wasn't wizened to his liking, but hearing her gurgles staved off his worry. His presentiment was half-correct when he beheld a wolf and a vixen alight from the vegetation, observing them coterminous at their groins.

"Enjoyed the show?" Nick grunted with a grin as he made it to the quaggy sand with Judy.

"Obviously," Diane replied, glancing at the vinculum at her pussy as smidgens of cum escaped from it.

Nick plopped his posterior on the shore, sensing his dick shrivel and unblock Judy's larynx so he to not worry about asphyxiating her, letting her suckle more jizz while he rested on his left side. "Glad we didn't disappoint. It's safe for me to assume you two are here for some rascally tomfoolery."

"More or less," Mr. Wolf replied, ensconcing on the granular coastline close to Nick, giving him an unobstructed view of his knot inside Diane's vagina, and he indicated the vixen. "Diane, my partner here, wanted me to try out some kinks that I wasn't totally antonymous with and see if we expand my range while we're here for our anniversary and vary up the routine. I go by Wolf, by the way."

Nick pointed to himself. "I'm Nick." He betokened the rabbit that feasted on his sperm and penis. "This is Judy though I call her Carrots frequently." He felicitated Diane's and Mr. Wolf's anniversary, also.

"Sgsfsgvrtvtwrv," Judy attempted to introduce herself while combating Nick's spunk and cock.

"So, how do you feel about playing dress-up?"

It took a few seconds for Mr. Wolf to stare at his chest and crotch and realize what Nick meant. "Oh. Better than I thought and something I won't inveigh against adding to the routine." Diane grinned at his amiable receptivity, and he pointed at Nick's bikini. "Although you're more imperturbable and lukewarm about wearing bikinis and -presumably- other girly clothes than I am, like at the theater, for example. What's your secret?"

Nick went recumbent with his arms behind his head. "Admit to yourself that you're secured in your masculinity that wearing panties, bras, lingeries, etc. won't damage it no matter what the public says and give yourself time to adapt. Then, you can do this more often while at least masquerading aplomb."

"You're putting up a facade?"

Nick shook his head. "No. I'm genuinely assured in my manliness."

"That is true," Diane pointed out, recalling that day again. "No way someone could do what Nick did at Zorya's Treasures without that sort of impudence. He enthralled everyone there with his rhythmical, mesmeric motility and prepossessing figure, had people take pictures, and barefacedly disrobed in public to change into another epicene set."

Realization hit Nick like a vehicle. "Magnificent exhortations, by the way," he lauded Diane.

Diane's grin exposed her teeth. "Glad you found them ingratiating."

Nick focused back on Mr. Wolf. "What I meant by masquerade was I witnessed plenty of people unintentionally have flagrant displays of discomposure across the spectrum and became beacons to the public. If you can keep it within yourself, you'll be less of a heliograph to the commonalty. Then, it'll be easier to exude genuine assurance in yourself to deflect any vitriol coming here. At least you're in a stupendous spot for training wheels. I'll start by saying you appear ravishing in that bikini, Wolf."

"And you do too," Mr. Wolf responded, thumping his tail. He grew solicitous over Judy. "Is she alright?"

Nick looked at the bunny. "She's fine, although she'll be stuck on my penis like that and deal with residual sperm for a little longer." The stare grew more intense. "I do need to finish what I started, Judy."

Then, it'll be my turn, Judy thought, shifting her altered physique to where her muliebrity faced Nick.

Nick cursed at himself at how close he was to winning the bet, perceiving how aroused Judy was. He lapped away, tasting_ _the nectarous quiddity that was hers. His fingers parted her vulva and messed with her clitoris as his tongue slithered deeper into her tunnel. His acumen was veracious, and he felt vibrations on his maleness, his face getting soaked with arousal.

"How's your dick doing?" Nick asked, looking at Diane and Mr. Wolf.

"Definitely need a few minutes before my penis comes out," Mr. Wolf replied, chuckling. "Sometimes it's a downside for us canines."

"But the tying is _so _intimate," Diane spoke fervidly about the praiseworthy quintessence of procreating with masculine canids.

"No doubt about that, but it gets cumbersome when we have to move before my knot shrinks." Mr. Wolf growled at the memory of him and Diane trying otiosely to adumbrate their immodesties outside at night from having a nooky in the shower. "That individual upstairs in the apartment was a nincompoop. How the fuck do you fuck up popcorn?"

"I know what you mean," Nick said. "Try coming up with whitewashes as to why certain public rooms were unavailable while waiting for my phallus to slide out. When it's just you and another individual without any exigencies is where the tie augments the sex's afterglow."

Diane quickly felt at ease, appearing amiable once she realized how simpatico she and Nick were. "You're a sexual madcap?"

Nick nodded. "I've dabbled in a few kinks, primarily felonious exhibitionisms. You want to head back to the cave and explore it?"

"I'm game if Wolf is." Diane rubbed the lupine's right cheek blindly.

"Sure," Mr. Wolf responded.

"What do you think about the exhibitionist kink so far?"

Mr. Wolf tilted his head back. "Just nudity or girly attires-- yes. Too early to tell about copulating in public, whether it's sanctioned or prosecutable."

The two tied duos took several steps in contradistinctive directions before realizing they weren't together, quickly regrouping. "There's another cave." Nick said.

"You didn't swim through the underwater cavern." Diane and Mr. Wolf uttered together concurrently with Nick.

Nick pointed behind him with his right thumb while staring at the wolf and vixen. "Judy and I came from the stream back there."

"We learned about a cave near the farthest reaches of the resort adjacent to a beach," Mr. Wolf said, turning and pointing where he and Diane came from. "We walked along the rocky shore after emerging on the other side."

Nick rubbed his chin. "Interesting, and that also means you wouldn't be aware of anyone else that may come this way."

"Correct," Diane replied, reaching behind Mr. Wolf's head to push it closer to her visage while scratching it. "You game for some danger?"

"Sure, but I'm scramming as soon as I perceive someone approaching us."

"Ditto."

"Follow us," Nick politely ordered with a gesture.

Nick's member and Mr. Wolf's pecker finally disentangled from Judy's mouth and Diane's vagina as they reached the subfuscous cave. "About time," Judy suspired melodramatically. "You met your quota for a while, Nick, and next time don't forget that I," she opened her jaw wide, pointing at her front teeth, "have the power."

Nick flattened his ears. "I figured and understand."

Judy contorted her hips toward the newcomers. "I know Nick told you who I am, but I must do it myself." She extended her right hand. "I'm Judy.

Diane reciprocated the gesture. "Diane."

Mr. Wolf accepted the handshake. "Call me Wolf."

Judy twisted her upper half to face the crepuscular grotto. "Well, might as well explore since we're here." She grabbed Nick's tail as he walked. "We'll head back to the beach after because our stuff is there if no one shows up, and now your ass is mine." He nodded in confirmation.

"Sounds like your fox lost a bet," Diane conjectured.

"Right as my mouth accepted his knot."

"My stud of a wolf also lost a bet and has to obey me while staying at Empyrean Elysium. You want to team up?"

Judy nodded. "The more the merrier."

The three canines and the lagomorph took several minutes to explore the aphotic subterrane before heading back for their equipment. Everyone was delighted by the laxity of their prohibitory mobility. Judy went through her sack, taking note of the empty vial's instructions, and Diane looked through her pack. The males found each other's respective partners voluptuous and bewitching, and Mr.Wolf's eyes periodically gallivanted to Nick, who he found provocative.

Diane looked up and caught the furtive glances. "Have you two fornicated with your own gender before?"

"No," Mr. Wolf stated brusquely, like he expected Diane to already know his response.

"I can't say I have either," Nick answered, scratching his chin, "although I wouldn't be inimical to trying it once." He glanced at the other male canid. "I did dream once or twice of a big bad wolf ravaging me.

"What say you, Wolf," Diane looked at Judy, "and you, too, Judy?"

"You did say you wanted me to experiment and let you take charge while we're at the resort as part of the bet, and I didn't explicitly ventilate my opposition to fucking another male," Mr. Wolf shrugged, "so I guess I'm locked in for now."

"In that case," Judy snapped her attention to Nick, "make it a splendid spectacle."

Nick winked and clicked his tongue. "You got it." He turned to Mr. Wolf. "You want me to lead, or do you want to, big guy?"

"Per haps together," Mr. Wolf answered a bit sheepishly.

"Oh, I want to see you two docking!" Diane enunciated agog. "I've only seen it in pictures."

"And I did say your ass was mine!" Judy yelled, shaking the strap-on in her hand.

"Yet, another premier experience for both of us, I presume," Nick tossed the statement to Mr. Wolf, resulting in him nodding in affirmation.

"Yes," Mr. Wolf responded with a nod. He moved closer to Nick, juxtaposing their heights, the former having a couple inches over the latter. His heart raced pitapat with skittish excitement, feeling his bulge barely scrape Nick's tumescent bikini bottom. "Gonna be a tight fit."

"I'll say, big guy," Nick replied, his eyes tumescent from observing Mr. Wolf pull his bikini aside. The lupine's genitals were at their resting state aside from the mucronate tip jutting out, and he exposed his sheath and gonads to him, tugging the corpulent, pilose aiguille.

Mr. Wolf woofed from foreign fingers fondling his furry talus-- a male's digits, no less. He watched Nick stretch his sheath, barking fugaciously again as he sensed the vulpine's penis go in. The easy part was over, and already he felt full with two dicks sharing the cramped space, surmising Nick's facial furrows conveyed similar feelings. This was queer in more ways than one. He never imagined taking a prick through the front door as if he were a female. He considered fellatio and his rear entrance likely candidates for losing his homoerotic virginity.

Nick grunted from exerting his sinew into impregnating the tiniest interstices in Mr. Wolf's sheath. The incommodious space was ambrosial, made all the more exquisite with the lupine's penis within. The esoterism interfused with it to beget an experience he would enshrine for his continuance. He elongated the ingress in his hairy acclivity once he saw Mr. Wolf's cock extrude itself, beckoning him to enter it with his left hand. The larger canine circumspectly obtruded, almost as if he could conjecture Mr. Wolf started to have second thoughts, and his eyes swelled with delightful stupefaction. Yep. He's big. Maybe my anus would've been the better option.

"There; it's in," Mr. Wolf grunted with relief.

"I'll say," Nick huffed. "This is weirder than I thought."

"You're telling me," Mr. Wolf responded through his cuspidate teeth.

"But in a good way."

Mr. Wolf suddenly sensed a black collar attached to his neck, glancing over to see Diane, who had a leash in her hand. "What the?" He yelped from a burning sensation in his ass. Who would've thought a female would be the one to pop my anal cherry?

"Don't mind us, sweetie," Diane replied wryly as she slid her strap-on in.

Nick felt a different entity pounce on him and attach a black collar on his neck while taking a phallus in his rectum, realizing it was Judy. "You two can just get lost in your own world while Diane and I have fun in your backyard." She tugged on the leash. "Better make it hot for us."

Diane replicated the tug, licking her lips with an open muzzle. "Yeah. We want to see some amorousness and kisses between you two."

Nick turned his eyes to Mr. Wolf. "You heard the bosses."

"I know." Mr. Wolf gulped. This will be a day to remember.

Mr. Wolf allowed Nick to initiate the round, watching him move closer for osculations. It was as if lightning struck him, his body tensing from their lips forming a link. The act pervaded his heart with epinephrine. He focused on it the most while also dealing with Diane's phony phallus, and it somehow felt right to him despite being somewhat of a taboo. His thews would've liquefied if it weren't for the invigorations coming from his prostate and from the chafing on his penis, and he imprecated the reason for the short duration of the kiss.

Nick withdrew the smooch from Mr. Wolf. A supranatural, vatic entity gave him the afflatus that the lupine was timider and required a tender approach. He was comfortable with the act like an aquatic animal swimming in water despite losing his homosexual celibacy, although he wasn't certain Mr. Wolf was complaisant about adding gay sex. He blithely purred, both from the poignant jolt from his rear and the wolf passionately moving in for another kiss. However, Mr. Wolf wanted more, pushing his head closer. He sensed Mr. Wolf yearning to taste the inside of his mouth, so he parted his jaw. The tongue slithered in, and both canids closed their eyes and inhaled each other's pheromones. The experience was exhilarative to Mr. Wolf for different reasons.

Judy and Diane yanked the leashes connected to the macho canines, watching the two struggle to reconvene their maws. They enjoyed the dominance over their lovers for their own reasons. The bunny could enact her vindictiveness towards Nick for the multifarious ways he pushed her numerous buttons. Diane could use the moment to teach Mr. Wolf to what she beseeched for during sex. However, she noticed it would be a formidable undertaking to pulverize the microcosm enveloping the males.

Nick and Mr.Wolf reunified their lips, and their upper appendages explored one another's bodies. He went to the shoulders first, shuddering at the sinew underneath the pilous skin. Mr. Wolf could absolutely spoliate his anus like in his reveries if the lupine wanted to. They reconnoitered lower, slipping underneath the bikini tops, and he scratched the grayish-white fur. The response was a sharp, brief, erotic mastication on his neck, followed by a fugacious upsurge in ecstasy and production of precum.

Mr. Wolf was enthralled by Nick's physique. The appearance was redolent of his seraphic wife, and he believed Nick could rock in any effeminate clothing. However, Nick had the solidity in his muscles that suggested the fox did some exercise. As much he tried to eschew it, he had hallucinations where he harried femboy foxes, and this was a moment to make them verities verily if the fretfulness wasn't besetment. His fingers naturally went lower, playing with Nick's rump and bikini bottom. He would then catch them encroaching on the vulpine's balls and forced them into retreat, although they crept closer each time.

Nick sensed the lobo's digits skulking closer to his genitals and touching them briefly, so he surceased the osculation temporarily, grinning at him. "No need to be timid; you can touch my testicles."

Mr. Wolf gulped in disbelief. "Alright... and you can play with mine too."

The epicene fox nodded. "As you wish." The two virile canines returned to smooching while adding massages to each other's sheaths and scrotums to the mix, all while the females spanked them, yanked their leashes, and rammed the ersatz endowments into their taints. They each had had a couple of minutes of cradling both orbicular dyads, pressing the pairs together, and rolling them around, and even Diane and Judy each had a turn.

The vixen and rabbit ramped their perforations on their respective infatuates' puckers, receiving residual pleasure. Their manmade members came with a portion that went into their snatches, and the toys vibrated to fabricate having an irrefutable penis. Pellucid, liquid, feminine essences trickled down their legs, and any increase in celerity and force resulted in more pleasure. Their quest for euphoria culminated in their sexual apogees though they kept them clandestine.

"Fuck," Mr. Wolf panted from jerking the two chickens. "I think I'm gonna."

"Cum inside me," Nick replied through his teeth, savoring Judy's touches. He pressed both pairs of gonads together. "Don't hold back; empty your balls into me. "Mine are close to ejaculating too."

"Here I go."

It was thaumaturgy that Mr. Wolf's knot went into Nick's sheath and vice versa. A pressure formed close to each of their testes from a new origin. The agglutinative batter, supercharged by their prostates, would probably be a bitch to cleanse from within their furry peaks, and a predicament materialized almost instantly. Tourists were coming from the route Judy and Nick took.

Mr. Wolf had the most visceral panicked expression on his physiognomy out of the group, looking in the direction where the sound occurred. "Shit! We have to scram!"

Judy pulled her strap-on out of Nick's asshole. "Diane and I will get the stuff. We'll be behind you."

Diane also pulled out. "Take Nick to the cave we came from."

"Already on it," Mr. Wolf grunted, lifting the fox off the loam. Fuck-fuck-fuck.

The downside of male canines tying with someone exhibited its ugly head as Mr. Wolf maladroitly scurried to the path he came from, with Nick wrapping his arms and legs around him. A question formed in their heads about how long they would be stuck together. Their sheaths were discommodious in space compared to an orthodox orifice and combined with the hidebound seals from their knots, they were in a backlog of semen that was indolent at reducing itself. A steady stream of pleasure was also a byproduct that kept them wondering when their erections would etiolate sufficiently to pull themselves apart.

The females easily took the lead, not bothering to denude their strap-ons. Diane led the group to the underwater cave, showing the newcomers what to do by jumping in and submerging herself. She and Judy had to escort Nick and Mr. Wolf through the grotto, made all the more arduous with the rising tide and water beginning to turn tempestuous. They sighed with succor once they disembarrassed themselves from the law, making it to the erotic sanctuary. The rocks surrounding most of the lagoon stymied the rough sea considerably, making the final portion of their lam a breeze.

"Well, that was an experience," Diane uttered once she got on the beach, plopping on the sand.

Mr. Wolf sat adjacent to the vixen with Nick's gonads touching his balls. "And we can cross off stealthy sex on the list of kinks to do." He pointed to all of the resort's property that he could descry. "I prefer exhibitionism to be at this place or other amicable locations."

"And now we know."

"What about," Nick pointed to two sheathed still linked together and swollen with jizz and entire penises, "this? To me, you seemed like you took it rather well despite being your first time."

Mr. Wolf scratched his chin. "I admit that I'm a bit insipid," he turned to Diane, "and predictable when it comes to kinks and positions, so all the firsts I had beyond that cave were overwhelming initially. However, I did enjoy all -aside from the illicitness- of them to where I'm less antipathetic in trying more." He stared at Nick, "Even doing conventional or exotic acts with you and your rabbit."

Nick grinned at the plaudit. "I'm looking forward to them with you and your vixen."

Judy slowly wrapped the leash around her fist, pulling Nick's head to her. "And don't you dare think you're off the hook."