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Still panting with the remnant pleasure of this morning's investigations, the hyena-fox eyed those toys splayed out within the top drawer of the nightstand with gradually increasing interest. They had indulged in them quite often before, but something about this new arrangement, so to say, increased that drive even further: it wasn't just a consequence of waking up with this different body plan, but more a desire to continue to try out this new 'equipment', to see what it had to offer.

Still their fingers dripped with the slickness of arousal from before, and still this new spot between their thighs tingled with that enjoyment. Looking down across their suddenly much more voluminous chest once more, Aeon struggled to sit up, swung their legs over the side of the bed, briefly missed the sensation of mass and weight hanging off the edge of the mattress from that position, and then forgot about it anyway in a flutter of excitement when they reached for the drawer. It slid open on well-oiled rollers to reveal a variety inside, a handful - or several handfuls, or mouthfuls, rather - of different colors, sizes, shapes, consistencies.

They raised a paw, thought about it, started to reach for one - and then jumped at what felt for all the world like inquisitive breath between their thighs, tickling at all of these fresh nerves and new sensations. With a yelp Aeon spread their legs and looked down, and came face to face, if such a thing could be said, with the grinning maw that split the last third of their great, voluminous tail. Sharp hand's-width fangs glistened from between not-quite lips curled back like on a stallion smelling a mare's heat, the warm periwinkle-blue tongue inside visibly glistening with hungry wetness.

In their enjoyment and investigation of the new body with which they had woken up this morning Aeon had almost completely forgotten about_this_ nuisance, for nuisance it was. They could feel, could sense, its thoughts and impulses only a little bit, as though heard from a TV across a room during a house party - but there was little they could do to actually influence the thing's behavior.

"Hey, wait-" the hyena-fox rumbled, paws going down to push at what approximated as the maw's forehead. It responded with a little rumble and twisted to the side, quite easily evading the pressure to bring itself closer up between their legs. "I was - going to - what are you-"

But they knew. The semblance of sniffing, another rumble of interest, and then the admittedly familiar tickle of soft fur brushing up between their thighs, of firm malleable muscle tensing within the otherwise loose arrangement of the tail, of that great, wide mouth splitting open; hot humidity blasted out against Aeon's lower body, heavy and humid, and then in another moment the tip of the tail-maw's tongue had flicked out and swirled along some of the wetness leaked into their thighs.

Just the sensation of that was enough to make them jump and shiver, one paw going to their mouth to hide a gasp of surprise and indulgent enjoyment. Then nothing for a moment as the maw tested the new flavor, savoring it, rolling it back and forth; then another jerk and jiggle, strong enough to tug at where Aeon's tail met their body, and then the mouth opened again. The tongue came out, pressed into soft ash-grey fur dampened with arousal, and dragged up towards the middle.

For a moment they felt only that tacky warmth wrapped so tightly around anticipation and eagerness - and then, all at once, the sensation exploded there between their legs. Aeon gasped and bucked forward, legs squeezing around the great girth of their own fluffy tail, the thing's tapered tongue flicking easily across slick, supple lips, slipping between, slurping up.

And that was truly like nothing Aeon had ever felt before. They mashed that paw against their muzzle and pressed the other down against the back of the tail-maw's "head" to hold it in place, loving the feeling of that tongue as it pressed deeper, as it swirled and slurped and slid and got a deep, indulgent taste of the new item of the menu. Little shocks of electricity zapped down through Aeon's legs and up their body, making them jerk, and shiver, and shudder where they sat, at once grinding forward against the wide mouth here between their legs while also making them pull slightly backwards.

It was too much and yet nowhere near enough at the same time. The tail-maw's tongue pulsed up inside of them, deeper, _deeper,_reaching further than their fingers had been able to even when buried to the knuckle. The sensation of this slick, seething wetness pulsing steadily up inside of them, squishing at muscles that weren't there yesterday, slipping across and tingling against nerves that felt far too good, far too _intense_to be anything other than right... the hyena-fox gasped again, bent forward, and now deliberately spread their legs, trying to grind themselves up against the tail's maw to coax it deeper.

The also-familiar strain of stretching around such an impressive girth pushed at new lips and tugged at buried rings of muscles, but still it felt so much better. Aeon tossed their head, mouth hanging open, and now thrust and grinded away at the maw while it continued to slurp and suckle at them, that broad tongue curling in, hooking around, and then dragging back out from inside, setting all of those nerves alight with deep, delicious pleasure all over again.

Each breath Aeon took stung at their throat and lungs for its intensity. Their heart thumped in their throat, their fingers and toes stretched out, curled in, stretched out again; they leaned back, gripped at the sheets of the bed, felt their claws poke through layers of fabric, then jerked, kicked a leg, tightened, tightened again - and felt that brand-new peak wash over them all over again, this time seeming like it might never end for the way the pleasure ricocheted back and forth through their body, doubling again with each pulse and clench of muscles.

Finally the tail-maw drew its tongue back into its mouth, peeling itself away from between Aeon's thighs as it went. Thick strands of saliva mixed with the stickiness of their arousal folded out in between, soaking the bedsheets there at the edge to a darker color. Dazed, dizzy, breathless, Aeon fell back on arms no longer able to hold them up, and for a while just stared up at the ceiling of the room.

The tail-maw rumbled softly, thick tongue swirling out across whatever passed for its lips, and swallowed noisily. And to think Aeon _still_hadn't gotten to try out one of the toys.