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It'd been a long, long, long day for Josh. A long day followed by a night that was far too short for his liking. He was bleary-eyed, barely even half awake, and he could still feel yesterday's stress and tension in his shoulders. Though he had worked nights for a good while now, there was a specific kind of afternoon, just like this one, where he woke up not having the slightest idea of what time it was, barely where he was, and even who he was required a little bit of mental straining.

Josh forced himself to get up, as inviting as the bed with its softness and warmth was, and headed to the kitchen. He opened the cabinet to make some coffee and remembered, to his horror, that he'd run out last night. Josh sighed. He still needed to get groceries, it seemed, and coffee in particular. It was far too easy to forget everything; no matter how much he enjoyed working nights, it was obvious that humans weren't meant for it. Sometimes, he felt jealous of the more nocturnal species that lived alongside them. Foxes, naturally nocturnal. Otters seemed full of energy any time of the day. Only the dogs really remained steadfastly at the humans' side throughout many years of changes.

Yep. The world was full of anthropomorphic animals. It'd started as a few escaping from a lab, and then soon enough they'd become widespread thanks to their rapid breeding. A few dozen years after that was enough for them to begin taking part in society as a whole. They developed a culture roughly parallel to humans, though while retaining many of their more animalistic instincts and tendencies. And they smelled a little different. Their women went into heat, which made them rather popular with the men of almost all species. That was about as far as it went.

Josh tiredly ordered a taxi for the grocery shopping. He'd get this all over with, and then he'd go home and sleep some more. Maybe play some video games. Certainly, he'd have coffee, but whether that'd be after napping or before, he didn't know. Either way was fine. It was the weekend, and he was fully determined to relax, just this once.

Everything went unremarkably smoothly. In the early hours of the morning morning, the supermarket was almost empty, bar for the odd nocturnal furries shopping as the last thing before bed or those people unfortunate enough to be unemployed at the moment. Either way, Josh got what he needed, along with twice the coffee to stock up and make sure he didn't run out again, before heading back home and walking up the stairs that made his tired legs burn with exertion.

It was then that things took a turn for the unusual. As he made his way to the second floor, he could hear an insistent sniffing. It wasn't too strange, being that he lived in a building with several furries – one of whom, a fox, he could smell every time he left his apartment – but they lived on the first floor. Sure enough, when he took the last few steps he saw a short, tawny vixen, his neighbor, standing outside of his door and sniffing the air intently. She was dressed rather casually, in a hoodie, indoor pants, and sneakers, as if she'd quickly thrown them on to go outside her apartment.

“Excuse me…?" he began, and the vixen jumped, startled, spinning around to face him.

“O-oh, yes, hello. I'm Amyah!" she blurted out, sounding rather nervous, and yet didn't make the slightest effort to get out of the way despite the bags that Josh was carrying. “I, um, I live on the first floor?"

Josh furrowed his eyebrows. As cute as Amyah was, he just wanted to get inside right now, and then, he wanted to collapse on the couch. But the little vixen clearly had something she wanted to talk about, and he couldn't just turn her down.

“Alright, come in then, will you? Just let me put this stuff away. Then we can have coffee or something," Josh suggested. Amyah eagerly nodded, her large ears bouncing as she did.

Yet instead of sitting down, the vixen followed him into the kitchen, staring as he began to put the groceries away, and sniffing the air with poor attempts of subtlety. Furries had their own set of social codes and gestures, but the only thing Josh knew of was that the canids – like foxes – wagged their tails when happy, and this one wasn't doing it yet. For all he knew, she might've just wanted food.

“So, what do you do for a living?" he asked, as he began to make a bit of coffee. Decaf. Even if he was dead tired, he'd need to sleep in only a few hours. Amyah didn't reply instantly until he turned to face her. “Amyah?"

“Oh! This and that. I do a bit of this and that," she said, looking very preoccupied.

“Right. Gig economy? Kinda sucks, doesn't it," Josh muttered while turning his back again to stir the coffee. The next time he turned around she was standing right in his face, having tiptoed there without making a sound on his carpet. And not wearing any pants, leaving her lower half on full display, her puffy and visibly damp vulva immediately catching Josh's eye.

“What-“ he began, put she placed her hand on his chest, slipping her fingers in between the buttons on his shirt. And now, her tail was wagging wildly, whipping from side to side so fast that it beat an excited rhythm on the kitchen cabinets and drawers. That gesture – the tender physical touch, exploring the contours of his body, if gently at first – was universal enough among mammals.

He smiled back, and her ears folded flat against her head. Almost instantly, she dropped down onto the floor, flopped back onto the carpet between kitchen and living room. The sight got Josh fully hard almost instantly, especially seeing her spread her legs right there on floor, in an obvious invitation. She looked beautiful with her tawny fur and long, flowing, brown locks. And even though she was of a different species – well, clearly there was mutual attraction as well as consent. And that was all anyone really needed.

“H-hold on, hold on. We'll need a towel at least or we'll soak the carpets," Josh said, stuttering briefly at the sudden display as all the blood in his body seemed to escape his head and rush to his cock instead. He fetched one and placed it down, onto which the eager fox quickly rolled. She was panting heavily, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. It wasn't until then that Josh realized that the musky scent he was sensing had to be that of her heat. She needed it badly, far worse than a human ever could.

Luckily, he was happy to help her. Not that he could necessarily resist, not with her familiarly needy and feminine – yet spicy and wild – scent flooded his head with alluring pheromones. The sight and the fragrance in combination added up to this neighbor fox looking just about like a goddess, a perfect, deeply sexual deity that he had to give his offering to.

He knelt between the vixen's beautiful, spread legs, while she whined impatiently. He worked his jeans off, and the foxgirl immediately fixed her eyes on his hardness as it sprung out. Josh was by no means huge, nor was he in the best of shape – at most, he was average, with a somewhat chubby belly – but he was a man, and a man was exactly what Amyah's heat made her desire more than anything. It helped that he, unlike some furries, hadn't tried to force himself on her a single time.

And so, just as he lowered himself against her, guiding his cock towards her eagerly awaiting and soaking wet folds, the vixen suddenly wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, hard, with a lusty moan as the motion made his cock effortlessly slide into her dripping wet body. It felt heavenly, and Josh could only gasp breathlessly at just how hot she felt around him. Far hotter than humans, almost feverish with need made worse by her heat. She was tight, too. Those inner muscles clenched around him in a familiar rhythm already, trying to milk him dry before he'd even begun to thrust.

Josh wasn't about to let a beautiful opportunity like this go to waste, though. He'd enjoy her freely offered and gorgeous body for as long as she'd let him. Or at least until he was spent. Just being inside her was the realization of several erotic fantasies he'd had, and all those worn-down and tired feelings from being at work were gone in an instant as almost-youthful hormones took control.

He began to roll his hips slowly and gently, pulling out as much as the vixen's squeezing legs would allow him to, only to sink back in, fighting the urge to roughly rut her for the time being. He savored every detail, from her dripping, fox-scented wetness, to the way her lips seemed to cling to his shaft each time he withdrew, as if trying to keep him buried inside her until he reached his peak.

Is she on birth control? Josh wondered, but briefly_,_ as the next squeezing clench emptied his mind rather effectively, leaving only the pleasure of her body wrapped taut around him. The vixen was yipping, barking, and whining with desire, as if every thrust was the best she'd ever felt. As if she was truly in paradise. Maybe she was. Josh could only imagine how frustrating a heat felt, and how satisfying fulfilling it must've been. It felt just about as good for Josh himself, just in a very different way. The combination of scents and sounds – her bestial musk, and needy moans – together with the constant almost suckling squeezes around his throbbing shaft were threatening to make him lose control far sooner than he wanted.

Josh steadied himself. He'd at the very least make the vixen cum first. Amyah was rocking against him wildly, her small frame shuddering with pleasure. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth hung open as she panted, impaling her soaking wet sex deeper onto Josh's cock with each of his thrusts. It'd be hard not to get pushed over the edge, Josh realized.

But he wasn't without some skill of his own. He leaned down and buried his face against the vixen's neck, sticking his tongue out to lick the sensitive skin through the soft, short fuzz. His teeth teased at her throat, and Amyah sang out in pleasure, her whole body quivering in response. Josh followed up by inhaling what he could of one of her sizable ears and gently nibbling along it, which nearly made the vixen melt underneath him, her legs losing their grip, if only for a second or two. Then, he slowly kissed his way down her throat and chest to the two mounds on her chest, where her nipples stood bare and stiff with arousal. His lips locked gently around one of the fleshy nubs, and he sucked it into his mouth.

Amyah's back arched in an almost spasmic motion. Another whine spilled from her lips, and Josh felt her fur stand on end. A sure sign that she enjoyed that, in other words. At least that was something furries and humans had in common, he mused, dimly, as he kept at it, lapping over the nub and the bumpy areola in both darting, feathery licks and slower, loving circles. It wasn't long at all before he had Amyah squirming, trembling, even clawing at him – thankfully with blunted claws – in pure sexual abandon. So, naturally, he kept doing it, even as she raked his back. And then, just as she was beginning to calm down, he switched to the other nipple, and Amyah screamed with pleasure. It was the kind of sound he'd heard feral vixens make in the night, perhaps not as eloquent as a human cry of pleasure, but it got the point across.

Beneath him, the vixen stiffened. Her eyes closed again, and for a moment she seemed intensely focused on something. Then, she came, and she came loudly and enthusiastically. One moment she was still, the next she was thrashing, her vulpine sex clenching in that unmistakable, primal, orgasmic rhythm around Josh's cock, milking every inch of him at once, while her juices gushed over his groin, soaking him her scent. He certainly didn't mind. The little fox smelled amazing. Only once she had finished her orgasm and slumped weakly back onto the towel, did Josh speed up his thrusts, finally surrendering to deep-set male instincts and focusing on his own pleasure, and after that point it didn't take long at all. A few jagged, rapid-fire thrusts into her welcoming body, and he was already approaching his climax.

No matter how much Josh wanted that beautiful moment to last forever – him teetering just on the edge of orgasm in such intense pleasure that his eyes were tearing up, and the vixen panting happily beneath him, the aftershocks of her orgasm still leaving her sex clenching around him now and then – it couldn't. Soon enough, the act reached its natural conclusion. With a masculine grunt of satisfaction, Josh felt himself pass the point of no return. His balls tightened as his body prepared to give Amyah exactly what she wanted, mismatched species be damned. It didn't matter when it felt this good and both participants needed it so badly.

“Do it," she whispered, exhausted, in a pleading voice. While her orgasm had cleared her mind a little, her body was still burning for the gift only a male could provide. Josh swelled up inside her, and thrust as deep as he could into her welcoming body.

He throbbed in ecstasy, rapidly and several times in a row. Her body drank his seed eagerly, and Josh held himself as deep as he could go inside her. Amyah shivered with each pulse, her eyes rolling back as he filled her. The look of satisfaction on her face was like that of a starving animal finally being fed, or a wanderer coming into the warmth from an icy cold blizzard. Pure, dissolute bliss, and Josh loved seeing it, perhaps even more than he loved his own orgasm. A perfect union, only further enhanced by each orgasmic spasm of his cock. Slowly, those throbs slowed to little pleasurable jolts, and then to his cock barely drooling out a few last drops of seed into her thirsty body.

Eventually, though, he had to pull out of her, as much as he didn't want to. He was covered in vulpine fur and her wetness, but even then, being inside her felt like heaven. For a good while, he managed only to flop onto his back, next to the beautiful fox, who had already pulled out her phone from her discarded clothes, panting quietly as she texted away on it.

“Why?" Josh managed to ask, and got a giggle in response.

“Dunno. I needed a guy," she eventually managed to reply, sounding a little pleasure-drunk. But that was always the case with animals in heat, Josh had noticed. Having the heat sated was like the most perfect wine or chocolate, or a deep and restful night on silken blankets. It left them addled but happy.

It was all the response she had for him, bar for the slow leakage of his spent seed from her puffy sex, onto the towel. She didn't seem to mind at all, though the strong smell of fox and sex was slowly getting to Josh. He got up, stumbling a few steps as he headed to finally make that cup of coffee that he'd been planning on for… hours, now?

After the water had finished boiling and the coffee dripping, filling the room with the aroma of roasted beans, wholly different to the scent of sex, Josh returned to the living room, where the fox was already sitting on his couch – naked – and browsing Netflix for something to watch. She chirp-barked happily as she saw him again, with an excited little tailwag, even though she seemed to be having trouble keeping her eyes open after the intense orgasm.

It was a little strange sitting down next to her, and Josh certainly felt his softened cock stir again at the warmth of her body and that ever-present scent. But at the same time, he'd always dreamt of having a furry girl to share his home with, if only for the evening, and beyond that, he smelled just about as much like a fox as she did, at this point.

“So, how long were you planning to stay?" he asked, and Amyah shrugged again.

“A while?" she suggested, vaguely, squirming a little where she sat. “I have some time off."

Well, for the time being, it seemed. He had heard that female furries got time off when in heat, as they couldn't really get any work done lusting after every passing man anyway, and distracting them from their work in turn. Just as she would surely be distracting him now. And that was before any worries of her getting pregnant came into the picture. He wasn't sure if it was even possible to produce a human-fox hybrid, but at the same time, she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. Most furries seemed to live in the moment and take things as they came.

Josh found himself not minding the thought either. If she got pregnant, he'd happily be there to support her, and their babies would surely look adorable.

Tiredly, she soon flopped down onto Josh's lap and rested her head against his belly, rubbing her muzzle against him and sniffling all over, marking him – and maybe herself, too – before finally coming to a still and closing her eyes. It didn't seem like she'd be leaving anytime soon. At least not before her heat was over. But Josh found himself perfectly fine with that idea, as his hands slowly brushed over the vixen's soft fur, from her flared hips all the way to her animalistic muzzle.