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Hey there, furballs, and welcome to the second story of Fae's Christmas Music-Themed Special, the 2010 edition! I've been hard at work, putting more music-inspired stories together for this year's Chrissie special, all for your enjoyment!

Today's December 22nd, 2010! You've already received the first story of the year and more stories will come on the 23rd and the 24th, culminating in the continuation of Cameron and Ryan's story on Christmas Day. As with previous years, the stories are based on the themes or titles of certain pieces of music which I enjoy, and this year I'm also exploring some ideas that I don't normally put into my furry pieces! So enjoy some experimental looks into my writing this year, as well as the tail!

Anyway, I've waffled on plenty, now. Onwards, and enjoy the stories!

• Ol' Saint Fae

Cold Hard Bitch

Some people know how to fool themselves into thinking that they're something other than what they really are. Great liars capable of getting whatever they want from their marks often come to believe their own falsehoods, so convincing are their performances. The best liars rise above that, and understand the truth of what they are.

Alisha knew exactly what he was.

It was why he sat at the club's bar, one leg crossed over the other as his emerald eyes scanned the dancefloor over the top of a very red and very alcoholic drink. It was the fox's favourite hangout after a bit of time spent with one of the many insufferably wealthy males he batted his eyelashes at. Sure, he liked what he had to do to make them part with their money. Every load spilled across his tongue or pumped deep under his tail sated the vulpine's need to be used and fucked and filled. That didn't mean he particularly liked how he couldn't pleasure himself at the same time.

After all, not many of those guys he serviced behind the backs of their oppressive wives wanted to know that the sultry, slutty vixen salivating for their cocks was really a twinky little fox boy after their credit cards. It was rare for one of Alisha's marks to slip the fact that they really wanted a guy dressed up as a girl. It was rarer still that those males wanted him to pleasure himself. It broke the illusion.

And it was quite the illusion. A strapless crimson dress hugged the fox's shapely, feminine curves, and it ran all the way down to the equally bright red heels strapped to his footpaws. His hip-length hair was loose that night, and it cascaded over his shoulders and down both his chest and back as he took another sip of the potent drink in his delicate paws. If he'd bothered to pad his chest to give the appearance of a pair of modest breasts, anyone who tossed him even a long, lingering glance would expect him to just be any little vixen out for the night.

That was it, more or less, and Alisha huffed a quiet sigh as he downed the remainder of the glass in one smooth gulp. The rabbit he'd been seeing for the better part of two years - an executive working for a media conglomerate who went by the name Harry - had caught onto Alisha's little game at last. It wasn't so bad; the fox had been the recipient of almost a million dollars worth of gifts in that time. When one of the rabbit's paws had brushed up between his 'girl's legs and caught hard cock straining at stretched, black, lacy panties, it was all Alisha could do to silence him long enough to bring up the incriminating photos and videos he'd recorded over the years. The scam was safe. Harry's wife would have taken far, far more than Alisha did if those images were to appear in a few select paws.

But that had been two weeks earlier, and there were no new marks for the eager fox boy. Nymphomania wasn't easy to deal with, especially for someone who kept new marks on the hook and quick fucks available whenever the need became too much to deal with. But Harry had been something else, worth more than all the others Alisha had been seeing combined. And he'd definitely been the hottest fuck. All of Alisha's opportunities had dried up at the same time, and left the frustrated fox to prowl the bars and clubs of his home city in search of relief.

He snapped his fingers at the old wolf behind the bar and pointed down at his empty glass, and turned back to stare across the dance floor one he received a nod. Financially, Alisha was fine. His earliest scams had been designed to set himself up for the long-haul, and his bank account alone generated enough interest for him to maintain his lifestyle. Each new rich bastard just added to it, fuelled Alisha's desire for new and better things in life while he took their pent out lusts on his body.

But the need for sex was stronger than the need for money. A carefully crafted expression of bored indifference belied a desperate, carnal hunger almost unlike anything Alisha had experienced before in his life. It was worse than when he'd hit puberty and first felt the stirring of his needs. After all, even when he'd hit puberty he'd found others willing to stick their dicks in him. The law mightn't have been forgiving to those guys if they'd been found out, but Alisha sure wasn't gonna tell.

No, the need burned hotter still in him, and a frustrated whimper slipped from between gritted teeth as he scanned the room. His usual partners had all run off. The pair of wolves he'd lived with had decided all of a sudden that they were more interested in each other than the slutty fox they often shared, and had run off together. The lion who tended a dive bar deeper in the city and who was usually one of the rougher, harder fucks Alisha needed from time to time? Jailed for dealing heroin on the side. Hell, the mouse boy whose university dorm Alisha visited from time to time had been hit by a car only six days earlier. But even that tragedy paled to the sheer need that boiled up through Alisha's body.

Sure, it was cold to say that Alisha was more interested than a good dicking than someone he'd been close to - insofar as he was close to any of the guys he bedded - dying, but at least Alisha knew what he was. He revolved around sex. Sex was more important than anything to him. He knew that, and had made peace with it a long time ago. The fox just wished that someone would come up to him, and help sex make peace with him. Since the first time he'd gotten his cock to spurt with his awkward, thirteen-year-old paws, he'd never had to go more than five days without someone stuffing his mouth or ass. Not even once.

Alisha glanced back at the bar long enough to snatch up his freshly refilled glass before he turned back to the ocean of bodies before him. Those jade eyes of his widened considerably as he caught a brief eyeful of something new enter, just before it sank into the club and was lost to the fox's sight. His keen eyes didn't lie, though. Alisha had trained himself well to spot a mark, and to spot a good potential fuck.

He wasn't completely sure about the latter, despite the nature of the gay club he sat in; people went there to hook up, and it was why Alisha himself was there. There was absolutely no doubt however about how much money the male he'd briefly seen had. Even across the dancefloor, through all the undulating bodies weaving and swaying to heavy beats, Alisha had caught sight of a brand on the backside of the new male's black coat. Woven into the inner lining, flashed for the briefest second as the male's shoulders had shrugged the article off, was a stylized, diamond-studded fox tail.

Alisha was up from his stool and had begun to wade dexterously through the crowd before he'd even registered the motion. The brand was that of TailStud, the most expensive brand of luxury clothing available for males. Alisha knew the brand and the designer intimately; Marc Cadin had been one of the fox's earliest marks, and he had a wardrobe full of TailStud clothing thanks to the designer's 'generosity'. He rarely wore it, of course. TailStud was exclusively men's clothing, and most of Alisha's efforts required him to appear as effeminate as possible.

But whoever owned that long black coat obviously wasn't at the club for females. He had to be there for sex, and males. In that, Alisha was sure that he could get his claws in. All it would take is a moment to find him, to discover what he wanted and how he wanted it...

And then, as he lightly brushed aside another fox who'd barely opened his mouth to proposition him, Alisha found his mark. The black leather coat was draped over the back of one of the booths near the back of the club, and a pair of bare, brown-furred arms sprawled across the backrest. The otter they belonged to sat with his eyes closed, head leaned back as his fingers tapped against the booth's back in time with the music blaring around him, and Alisha caught sight of ebon hair almost as long as his own tied off behind the otter's head and left to drape over the back of the booth. His shirt and jeans were all black, bare any brands or markings or distinction; if the vulpine hadn't caught sight of the otter's coat, he wouldn't have suspected a thing about his bank balance.

Alisha smiled as he skirted around behind the booth. He knew if he just approached quickly that the otter wouldn't give up a thing, and the fox wanted a good fuck even if he couldn't get into the mark's wallet. No, he'd watch and wait. The otter's toned form showed through his mostly modest dress, almost completely opposite to what Alisha put forward. While the vulpine was distinctly and exaggeratedly effeminate, everything about the otter looked purely like unadulterated male. It wasn't the kind of look that went unnoticed for long in a packed club filled with horny guys looking for a good time.

The first one to approach the otter was a big, muscular wolf all but straining to get out of his pants. The size of the bulge in the lupine's khakis was enough to make Alisha salivate, but he forced his physical needs to the side long enough to observe. He held his breath as he watched the wolf lean over the otter, and Alisha was sure he'd have heard a blunt and direct offer from the wolf if he'd been able to hear anything over the din of the club.

It didn't serve the canine well, though. The otter opened his eyes briefly, and the deep, brown orbs locked on the wolf's smirking, smug face. He didn't open his mouth, he didn't say a word. He just stared at the lupine until that smirk slipped and faded. The bluster went out of the bigger male in a moment, and he opened his muzzle again to try a softer sell as Alisha cultivated a smirk of his own.

Obviously, the otter wasn't impressed. He just shook his head slowly and laid his head back again as he closed his eyes. The wolf tried again, obviously confused but still not defeated, but the otter offered him not even the barest acknowledgement. Finally the lupine gave in, and a flash of anger crossed his face. He flipped the otter off with a snarl and turned away, and Alisha barely contained a chuckle as the canine vanished into the sea of furry bodies again.

He looked on as two more males walked up to the otter, and neither had any more success. A dragon, red-scaled and bigger than the wolf by a whole head, tried the softer approach first and even brought a drink along with him. He received the same reception as the wolf had when he'd made his first attempt, and the otter promptly ignored him thereafter. The twinky little bunny boy that tried barely a minute later didn't even get the benefit of a stare; the otter simply took one look at him and ignored him immediately. The bunny too left disappointed.

The otter was a challenge, and Alisha was more than happy to give him a shot after he'd observed the failures of the others. He slipped around the booth, silent beneath the pulse of the speakers, and sat himself down without a word beside the mustelid. He folded his paws down in his lap as he leaned back against the soft cushions of the booth, and out of the corner of his eye he caught the otter turn to glance at him. He didn't respond, didn't meet his mark's gaze. Alisha simply leaned back and tipped his head up. The side of his muzzle that faced away from the otter curled up slightly as he caught sight of the speakers directly above the booth. Bingo.

For the better part of five minutes, Alisha and the otter simply sat silently together. They each tapped their fingers and footpaws to the beat of the club's music, and the fox admitted to himself that he saw the reason the otter had chosen that location to set himself down. The music of the club was better than he'd given it credit for, and the booth provided it in excess along with a little distance from the noise of the dancefloor. If his mind hadn't always been so focused on sex, perhaps the fox might have been able to enjoy that atmosphere a little more often.

"I hate people who interrupt good music."

The voice came from Alisha's right, moderately deep and perfectly male. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know it was the otter; the song that had been playing was over, and the tone matched exactly what he'd expected to hear from the male at arm's length. The fox nodded once as he opened his eyes slowly, and he leaned his head to the side to bring his target barely into view. "I figured you had the right idea over here," Alisha replied, as he allowed his triumphant smile to barely touch his lips. Already he'd made it further than anyone else. "Not that I'd blame anyone looking for a good time with you."

The otter chuckled, the sound lost beneath the fresh beat of a new song. "There's a time for everything... if you've got time," he said, as he laid his head back and closed his eyes once more.

A brief flash of annoyance flickered through Alisha, before he realized what was going on. He knew the otter liked the music; it was why he'd chosen to be silent and join him in listening along. But it was more than that, too. It filtered out the rabble of the club, the brash males just looking for a quick fuck and nothing more. The otter wasn't going to look for a boyfriend at the club, no, but he certainly screened the males that approached him. It was no different than what the fox himself did. If people were patient - if Alisha was patient - then he'd open up. And Alisha was nothing if not patient.

The night burned on, spurred by bass deep enough to rock into Alisha's back as he leaned into the booth's chair. His eyes opened up and looked around the club from time to time, as the intensity of the music he'd so often ignored seeped into him and began to ease even the fire of his lustful needs. Each little glance stolen at the otter reminded him what was at stake, what was on offer, and every brief little moment he caught the mustelid's eyes on him reaffirmed those needs again.

It wasn't until two hours and several more rejections later that the otter opened his muzzle again. "Why're you here?" he asked, as he glanced at Alisha again between songs.

The fox just shrugged as he met the otter's gaze levelly, and he smiled again as he dared slide himself just a little closer to his target. "Same reason everyone's here," he admitted in a rare burst of honesty. "I'm just looking for a good time. Gotta find someone worth your effort, though. Otherwise, what's the point?" He nodded up at the speakers, and his smile grew a little wider as his restraint slipped and his real appreciation shone through. "Though I'll say this: I never really sat and listened before. It's real good. Better here than I ever knew. I owe you."

"My pleasure." The otter's own smile twitched a little wider as he watched Alisha slip closer, and he smoothly slipped one arm down from the back of the boot to drape across the fox's shoulders. "And you've been plenty patient with me. You know what's going on, don't you?"

When the vulpine just rolled his shoulders in a little shrug as his muzzle curled into a brief, knowing smirk, the otter's arm tightened slightly around Alisha's shoulders. "Well, let's not let word out that I'm not the rewarding type. C'mon." And with that he slid away from Alisha and slipped out of the booth, though he paused long enough to snatch up and pull on his coat.

Triumph flashed through Alisha as he quickly followed suit. He moved up to the otter's side, and a little shiver of renewed need flickered through his body as he felt the mustelid slowly slide one warm arm around his waist. That webbed paw settled on Alisha's hip as he was drawn into the otter's side, and his nose twitched as he felt more than smelled the other male's scent. There was no deodorant, there was no cologne... there was just the otter's own natural scent. Alisha felt glad that his whimper of desire was lost beneath the pulse of the speakers, and that the lace panties about his sheath were enough to restrain his arousal.

The otter led Alisha back out the front of the club, but the fox by chance caught sight of the wolf who'd first propositioned his mark. He sat at the bar, almost in the same spot Alisha had been, in the process of chatting up a barely-dressed, barely legal mouse boy. His jaw dropped as Alisha's eyes met his own, and the fox tossed the lupine a cheeky wink and blew him a kiss before he laid his head on the otter's shoulder and headed on outside with him.

While Alisha didn't know what to expect from the otter, he sure hadn't expected to be led around the side of the club. He'd expected a car, a limo... something to whisk him away to the otter's place. Instead, he tingled with a submissive thrill as the otter's hold on him drew him into the alley just beside the club itself. "Guess we're not heading back to your place, are we?" he asked, as he glanced up at his mark's face.

"That's going to depend on a couple things," the mustelid replied as he slowly let go of Alisha's side. He drew back from the fox and leaned back against the alley's opposite wall, and smirked as he slid his hands down his body to unbutton his jeans. "So we'll start with this, and then see where we go from here. Unless I read you wrong, you're not going to turn around and walk away." And then the otter tossed him the same cheeky wink Alisha'd thrown the wolf only moments earlier.

It said it all. Alisha knew himself; he knew very well exactly what he was. And in the otter's eye was a flash of recognition. He knew what Alisha was, too. He was in control. Alisha knew it, and the otter knew that Alisha knew it. The crimson dress he wore was worth almost a thousand dollars. It had been a gift from that mouse boy that had been hit by a car for his birthday, when they'd first met a couple of years earlier. It was one of Alisha's favourite pieces of clothing, and the grime of the alley would be enough to ruin it.

There wasn't even a moment of hesitation, once the tip of the otter's malehood started to peek out from those unzipped jeans. Alisha was down on his knees like a good little slut within seconds. Dirt and oil and any number of different kinds of gunk from the alley smeared across the delicate fabric of his dress as he reached forward to gently stroke across the otter's hips. His muzzle opened slowly as he leaned in, and his nostrils flared as he drank in the scent of his target's arousal. Salvia ran from Alisha's tongue to the pavement; he didn't even notice he'd begun to drool.

Then the taste hit him, as that length of flesh pressed up against his lips. His muzzle opened just barely wide enough to allow it in, and that time Alisha knew that the otter heard his whimper as the tip hit his tongue. He didn't care. The taste of the otter flooded his muzzle as he sank himself down slowly along his shaft, and he felt his own malehood pulse and throb against the panties that so barely contained it. There wasn't any need to pretend with him, like he so often had to with his usual targets. That mark was happy for him to be the little slut he really was.

With eagerness that belied his care, Alisha's muzzle began to work slowly back and forth along that thick shaft. He left not an inch untended; his nose pressed up into the otter's belly fur as his tongue curled around the mustelid's base, and the rim of his sheath was pushed back further by Alisha's lips with each downward push of his face. Then he'd draw back, and his lips would drag tightly across that saliva- and pre-slicked flesh. The fox could feel the otter's pulse with each throb of his malehood, and each beat was enough to send a fresh pulse of need through Alisha's body.

That was only magnified when he felt webbed paws atop his head. Drool ran from the corner of his muzzle around a guttural moan as those paws gripped at his ears, and dull claws from the otter's thumbs stroked with the lightest touch against the inside of those ears. A shiver rocked Alisha's body, and pleasure sparkled through him from those eartips to the pads of his footpaws. He shook as he pushed firmly back down along the otter's shaft again, as his teeth lightly grazed along the top and bottom sides firmly enough to draw a hiss of surprise from above the fox.

But the otter offered no complaint. If anything, the graze was enough to make him use Alisha's ears as leverage to thrust forward. Alisha swallowed firmly around the tip of his mark's length as he shuffled forward against the ground. The tear of fabric went unheard by either male, as the vulpine's slurping became considerably more lewd. Eagerness and pure, unadulterated need filled Alisha's mind and movements, and his fingers dug in firmly against the mustelid's backside as he pushed himself up and along that pulsing shaft all the harder. That was what he'd missed. That was what he'd needed. And above it all, Alisha knew that the otter wasn't getting away without feeding him his load if he had any say in it at all.

While Alisha didn't have to worry much at all about that eventuality, it did surprise him when he felt that tight grip on the top of his head gently but firmly pry him back away. The head of the otter's malehood popped out from between the fox's hungry muzzle with a wet pop, followed by a needy whimper from Alisha himself. He looked up at the otter, desperation in his eyes as his whimper turned into a whine. Mark or not, it was torture...

Then the moonlight caught the glint of equal need in the otter's eyes, and Alisha didn't need to wait for him to open his mouth to tell him. Instead he turned himself around in the otter's loosened grasp and pulled himself back upright again. Even before he heard the words, "Dress, up," Alisha's lifted tail had already drawn the back of the stained, torn fabric up. His paws moved back to help it along, and within moments his panties-bound rump was bared to the otter.

That offending piece of fabric didn't remain in place for long. A glance over Alisha's shoulder showed him the mustelid as he leaned forward, and a second later the cool night air brushed uninhibited over the fox's backside as the otter's delicate fingers drew the panties down slightly. He felt his whole body quiver anew, and his tailring twitched as he felt a single, slow finger trace up between his cheeks and across it. "Want me against the wall?" he managed to ask, and Alisha was stunned at how even his voice was.

The answer came as the otter slid one arm back around the vulpine's waist and drew Alisha back against him. A moment later, that malehood that the fox had been so hungrily working at pressed down against his hole, and Alisha had to fight all the excitement and need in his body to relax enough to bear back against it. The fight became impossible to win once the tip began to spread his ring, and the fox all but cried out into the night as he pressed his almost-too-tight backside down against that determined length of flesh.

Any pain that Alisha might have felt as he worked himself back harder still against the otter, only encouraged on as the mark began to grow vocal, too. Hisses and moans of his own mixed with Alisha's voluminous pants and whines. Each inch of his malehood that Alisha forced down into his body stole the breath from the otter's lungs. "Fucking.... you're hot as a damn furnace in there," he managed to mutter between gasps.

The words just encouraged Alisha onwards. He took a deep breath and held it as he arched his back and pushed himself back with all his strength. It was enough, and that saliva-slicked length finally popped the rest of the way down and into him. The breath rushed out of him in a heady, fulfilled moan of pleasure that mingled with that of the otter behind him. The arm around Alisha's middle tightened, and the vulpine shook and squirmed in that grasp.

Despite the otter's words and the obvious need that went along with the tight grip around Alisha's middle, his thrusts were slow. He leaned back against the wall, head tipped to rest against it with his eyes closed as he held the fox tightly against his front. His hips worked smoothly and evenly, fast enough to sate his need to push up into Alisha and still leisurely enough to better enjoy the sensation of the vulpine's twitching, squeezing ring slide down along each inch.

It may have been torture for Alisha with his burning need to be rutted and fucked, but it was the sweetest torture he'd ever endured. He fought his every urge to bend forward and push back harder, to force the otter into breeding him like the slutty little whore he was. His lips trembled with each inward thrust, barely enough to contain the moans and whimpers and pants that threatened to pierce the night. The huffed breath of the otter into his ear didn't help keep him quiet, as he clenched down tighter around that invading length of flesh and rolled his hips down to meet it.

Contentment washed through Alisha, and it built up in waves with each push of the otter against his backside. The warmth of his mark pressed into the fox's back, and he could feel the mustelid's arm tighten around his middle as he was held tightly in place. Alisha's panties strained with the effort of keeping his malehood contained, and they began to drip as he soaked them through his pre. The pent up vulpine squirmed harder in the otter's grasp as he whined, and he lay his head back against his mark's shoulder as he felt that pleasure continue to build in him.

Then, the last thing Alisha would have suspected happened. That arm wrapped around his middle slacked a little, as the otter drew back for another thrust. It came slow but firm, as his fingers slid down across Alisha's dress-clad front. It settled on the warm, wet spot where his pre had leaked through the panties, and there that paw squeezed tightly. It was all the vulpine could do to not completely jump out of his skin at the new touch to his sensitive shaft. The pleasure in him spiked, and he whimpered breathlessly as his head lolled on the otter's shoulders. "N-no... I'll-"

"Shh," came the quiet, almost-hissed whisper right into Alisha's ear, as the otter's thrusts began to speed up. "It's alright." The fox could almost hear the smile in his mark's voice as he spoke, and the otter's thrusts grew harder as those fingers began to rub and squeeze and stroke up and down over that damp bulge.

Despite the mustelid's words, Alisha couldn't help himself. He squirmed firmly as he tried desperately to relax the otter's touch, but all his efforts earned him was the feel of the other male's shaft as it speared his depths just that much harder. Alisha opened his muzzle to warn him again, to tell him that he wouldn't be able to last long if the otter kept up that sort of attention. At that moment he felt his mark's fingers curl around and under his bulge, and sudden pressure from the otter's grip worked down against Alisha's fully-engorged knot.

That did it, and a howl slipped out of Alisha's mouth rather than renewed begs for restraint. The last of the too-deprived fox's resolve and control vanished, as his body quaked in the otter's grasp. The howl came as Alisha's shaft jumped and twitched once, then twice, before the vulpine's back and tail arched. He all but fell back against the otter, rump rolled up to sheath the other male's length inside him as his own erupted with the first spurt of his creamy seed. It splattered against the panties that stretched almost to the breaking point against his throbbing malehood, and soaked through into Alisha's ruined dress and the otter's tight grip.

That grip focused on Alisha's knot, as he otter ground himself down to the hilt inside the fox. It was enough to coax Alisha into greater heights of pleasure, as days of deprivation flooded out through his shaft. His tailhole clenched tighter still, and it squeezed even harder with each pulse of his seed as it shot free of his body. Alisha's legs wobbled and gave out just as the otter slipped his other arm around the fox's waist, and he felt himself completely supported by his mark as he gave himself over completely to the surges of pleasure and relief.

Even when his orgasm faded, Alisha wasn't able to completely pull himself upright. His limbs refused to obey his commands as his whole body tingled, and little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through him. He opened his eyes slowly, unable to even think when he'd closed them. "I... I..." His muzzle closed; he didn't have any words left at the moment.

As his head leaned back a little further, he caught sight of the otter's face above him. His lips were curled into a tight smile, and their eyes met the moment Alisha glanced up. It was enough to tip the fox's ears back as he panted, and his cheeks burned beneath his fur. After all, that wasn't like him at all. He never got to finish with his marks. They never went for his cock. They never wanted him to-

"I didn't finish," came the words from above Alisha, as the otter smiled just a little wider. He cocked his head in the moonlight as he smirked down at the still semi-solid vulpine in his arms. "Normally, that's kind of a problem. What do you think?"

Alisha had to work his muzzle at the open air for a moment before he found himself actually, physically capable enough to respond in any sort of coherent fashion. "I... think that... that you're probably wrong to assume I'm done," he finally managed, as he dared to flash his own teeth with a smile. He wriggled his hips slowly as he forced himself to stand up and take the pressure of the otter's arms, and that grip loosened a little as he gave his mark's still-hard length a quick little squeeze. "You're not pulling out right now, are you?"

The otter just shrugged as he looked down over Alisha's battered and ruined dress. "Might do, actually," he replied after a second of consideration. The smirk never left his features. "After all, I'll have to if I'm going to take you home with me. You feel a little too good to just bend over in an alley. Figure it's time for an upgrade." He tossed Alisha a cheeky little wink. "If, that is, you're still interested. I can take a good, long time to get off... but you look like someone who enjoys a challenge."

Almost as quickly as the relief of finally having someone to use his body came to Alisha, it faded away again as he held the otter's gaze. Instead the old need crept back. It sent a tingle through his still firmly-spread inner muscles, it kept his malehood from deflating in even the slightest, and it drew a wider grin across the vulpine's own features. "Oh, I love a challenge," replied the fox as he squirmed once more.

"Well, just slide on off me a little bit here, and we can get going," came the response, as the otter's arms slowly slid back and away from around Alisha. They lingered on the fox's hips as the mark leaned up and nipped lightly at one pointed, red-furred ear, and he grinned wider at Alisha's shudder and quiet whimper. "The rest of the night's waiting."

Alisha just smiled as he closed his eyes again and began to slowly ease himself up and along the mustelid's length again. He felt his dress fall back down between them, and it cascaded across the base of his tail as it dipped towards the grime of the alley pavement again. It was a bit late to save the dress, but that was alright. Like the otter said, the rest of the night was waiting.

And Alisha was more than ready to meet it.

[Listen to Cold Hard Bitch by Jet with this Grooveshark link!](%5C)

Cold Hard Bitch lyrics

Gotta leave town, got another appointment.

Spent all my rent, girl you know I enjoyed it, yeah.

Ain't gonna hang around till there's nobody dancing,

I don't wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Cold hard bitch,

Just a kiss on the lips,

And I was on my knees,

I'm waiting, give me,

Cold hard bitch,

She was shakin' her hips,

That's all that I need.

Gonna check her out, she's my latest attraction.

Gonna hang around, wanna get a reaction, yeah.

Gonna take her home cause she's over romancing,

Don't wanna hold hands and talk about our little plans, alright!

Cold hard bitch,

Just a kiss on the lips,

And I was on my knees,

I'm waiting give me,

Cold hard bitch,

She was shakin' her hips,

And I that was all that I needed.

I'm waiting, give me,

Cold hard bitch,

Just a kiss on the lips,

And I was on my knees.

Yeah, I'm waiting,

Yeah, I'm waiting,

Yeah, I'm waiting,

Yeah, I'm waiting,

Cold hard bitch,

Just a kiss on the lips,

And I was on my knees,

I'm waiting, give me,

Cold hard bitch,

She was shakin' her hips,

And that was all that I needed,

I'm waiting, give me,

Cold hard bitch,

Just a kiss on the lips,

And I was on my knees,

I'm waiting, give me.