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The singalong had reached that zenith that marked every week, when Roland was up on the bar and singing enthusiastically along with 'The Fisherman's Bait,' his own bawdier-than-usual interpretation. Tansy was alongside him, the elegant black poodle who was the Brazen Bull's star performer. Tonight she was just another singer, fluffy hair tied back and in a plain dress without sparkles, but she was still graceful and beautiful. Her singing voice wasn't up to the level of her dancing, but you could barely hear her over the drunken wolf's howled lyrics anyways.They had arms over one another's shoulders and Tansy was attempting to lead Roland in a turn-and-kick. The bartender was quickly moving glassware away from their feet, frowning.

Zeynep was taking a break from playing. The sloth had taken over, his banged-out melody was louder and a better match for the drunken wolf. She was sitting at a small table alongside the stage, lute sitting there and gleaming. A patron was sitting there with her, another one of the singers from before Roland monopolized the lead. She was tall and slender, but with generous curves for someone of her size. Grey fur, normal for a wolf, but long head hair with a faint dyed-blue cast to it. Violet eyes, in the 'probably not born with that color' part of the spectrum. Interesting eyes were awesome, in her opinion.

"Thanks for playing for us," the wolfess said with a smile. "You're really good. It's fun to get to play at being a singer." She hardly winced at all as Roland hit one of his special notes.

"Oh yeah! It's goofy fun. I never sing myself, but hey, if everyone else is drunk and in a good mood, why not. You aren't bad at all yourself!" Zey took a drink of her water-filled mug. Drunken evenings were a state of mind.

"Thank you! Your singing is..." she trailed off thoughtfully. "You play very nicely."

"Haw. Can't do everything."

"The sheep lady at the bar says you dance too."

"Oh? Well, yeah." The bartender was glaring at the singers cavorting on her bar at the moment. Zey slapped her hip. "You got a nice tail, you may as well shake it." She looked over the lady wolf, again. "What about you? You got the shape for it." She grinned playfully.

"Sometimes." She gave a wide canid smile.

"How shameless are you? The owner likes some action on the floor, says it adds to the ambiance. Within limits of course."

"I suspect I'm pretty shameless. Try me, nice tail." She leaned over and patted the fluff of Zeynep's tail, stoking her rear in passing.

Well then! Zey thought, ears up as she stood. She had no idea what the beat of the music was, Roland's howling (with delicate accompaniment by Tansy) was dominating the room to appreciative cheers when he hit a particularly risque' line. She just swayed to the music in her head, her side brushing against the wolfess, looking over her shoulder and moving her rear slowly, continuing the undulation down her tail.

Roland was looking down at her annoyedly as she turned, and upped his volume to steal back any attention she was pilfering. Whatever, her ears were sore by this point in the night anyways. The poodle laughed at Roland and gave him a peck on the cheek...he pantomimed a face of disgust, to the amusement of the audience.

There were a few sets of eyes on Zey, and those were even better than mirrors. Not just her but also the tall wolf, probably, who was watching over her shoulder as Zey was back-to-back with her, using the wolf's tail as a boa, using it to caress her chest, the side of her face, then down her torso and between her legs. Someone hooted.

Zey pressed her muzzle and cheek against the wolf's shoulder and slowly straightened her legs as she rounded her in a move that in her head brought her mouth close to the other person, but always ended up much lower than she anticipated. She turned it into a nuzzle of the nicely rounded chest that was at her level, and ran her lips and nose up the lacing of the wolf's tunic...very nicely defined cleavage behind that.

She felt a hand on her own, and she was pulled upwards into the wolfess' lap.

"Sorry. Couldn't see you past my tits." She held Zey there for a moment, face close in hers, then stretched her arms out and crossed them behind her neck.

The fennec fumbled for a grip as the wolf shifted, and ended up supporting herself on the wolf's shoulders. The wolf lowered her gaze to Zey's own chest, squeezed between her arms, and a blue tongue tip stuck in her playful grin. Curious color, but it matched her skin.

"I should ask what your name is," Zey said, thumbs in the wolf's ruff.

"Hm. Undo a few buttons and I can share that. Ladies don't to anything for free, you know."

Zey huffed a laugh. "Oh, are you playing a lady?"

The wolf's shoulders shrugged amusedly under her palms. "It's Sylvie." She took a deep breath, chest moving below the fennec.

Well, fair was fair. Zey shifted her support to one arm, and undid the usual two buttons, And then one more. And....one more.

"Oh my," the wolf rumbled.

"Remind me to fix that before I stand up. I'll get in trouble." She grinned, returning her hand to Sylvie's other shoulder, pressing her arms together to give her a good view, then lifted her rear and pressed her mostly bare chest against the expanse of the wolf's, swaying her rear and tail sensuously. She nuzzled her forehead in the wolf's ruff, under her muzzle.

I would pay a lot to be watching this, Zey thought to herself somewhat absurdly. And also '...and that is why you never make money.' But she had already done her paid gig this night, dammit. And the pretty wolf was just playing with the audience too.

The 'this is fun but I have a wife' speech was looming, but not just yet. Zey honestly wouldn't forget this time. Definitely.

Sylvie's hand stroked one side of her face, cupping part of an ear and Zey felt fingers teasing at the fluff on the back of one of her legs. "I hope you're wearing management-approved underwear if you're going to kneel on my legs like that." The wolf's throat rumbled against her face."

"I'm pretty sure I'm wearing underwear."

The wolf's hand shifted as her fingers checked, and Zey started. "Yeah. Um ," the wolf sounded less sly for a moment. "It's possible that you're giving a little more of a show than you mean to be, right now." She moved both of her hands to the fennec's hips, and lifted her effortlessly to a seated position on her lap. "There. Fixed."

"Oh, had I...um." She composed herself, mostly. The wolfess' face was there, close to hers, very intimate. She was a sucker for that. She raised her short vulpine muzzle, holding that gaze, and the wolf's wider muzzle moved very close to hers, breath warm in her face. Strong hands pressed her hips against Sylvie's lap.

And she stopped for a moment, thoughtful, then laughed, a short little yip.

Sylvie gave her a questioning look, hands relaxing their grip on her behind.

"Sorry! I just realized...I was about to ask you a question beginning with 'Do you know that...' and then figured out that would be one of the stupidest things I could think of saying."

The wolf frowned thoughtfully. "Do I know..."

Zey gripped her arms, and pressed her hips against Sylvie, riding the ridge of the erection in the wolf's lap.

"Oh...wrr. Yes, I do know."

"I could rephrase that as 'Do you know I have a room here.'"

Sylvie's teeth bared in a grin. "Is it the kind of room you take people to when you want to be seriously fucked?"

"I think it might be. We could go and find out."

Sylvie laughed. "Okay. One-liners aside, you -do- really mean that, right? Because it's okay if you're messing with me. Well, mostly okay." She mimed a nip at the fennec's ear with teeth that were really huge that close up. "But I am a completely honorable wolf. Cross my heart, snitch on me to Pirhoua, so on." She narrowed her eyes and stroked the base of the fennec's tail. "You aren't going to have a pissed-off husband."

"Wife."

"Wife. And this lucky lady isn't in the dark about her little vixen hanging out in bars." Her look turned playful.

"Of course she knows. You see...okay, let me be completely honest." Zey inhaled and let it out. "I am true to her, regarding other ladies."

Sylvie's brow raised, but she nodded to go on.

"When we married, I had a penis. And I was a musician, she knew that, and theater people...you know. She didn't mind, but she said to be true to her as far as her gender went, that she couldn't be bothered to care what I did with men. This isn't sounding quite how I mean it to, is it?"

"I think there are some challenges, but let's see if we get past them."

Zey hurried. "My wife, she is a lovely sheep lady. She is not so into vixens. But she still loves me like she always did, and I am still a father to our children. But, ah, she still likes, um, let me phrase this differently. Penis. And I would never deny her that, of course I trust her as she has always trusted me."

Sylvie parsed that. "So she loves you but gets her dick elsewhere."

Zey nodded brightly. "Yes! Um, does that make sense?"

"And you've always gotten your dick elsewhere because she's a woman."

"Yes!" Zey lowered her ears a little. "Is that bad? I mean, in the context of..." She nodded wordlessly.

Sylvie nodded slowly. "I really doubt I'm being completely rational right now, but I get it. And while your phrasing could use a little help I'm okay with it."

"Oh thank...whoop!" The wolfess lifted her as she stood up, making her windmill for a moment.

"And where is this room?"

Zey pointed up a flight of stairs that went up the back wall, partly hidden behind the shelves of bottles displayed at the back of the bar. She clung to Sylvie's shoulder, holding her open shirt mostly around herself, muzzle resting against the wolf's chest. Her own chest was rumbling with a little growl, and she nipped at her abductor's collar.

Tansy glanced up as the stairs creaked and smiled. Roland next to her looked up as well, turning back towards the audience to give an exaggerated stage wink. His hands were out of sight but he was making some sort of gesture that got a few laughs.

Zey looked up at Sylvie's face which was looking past her while navigating the stairs, stepping around one of the cleaning staff who was dragging a big cloth bag. The wolf was entirely too pretty to be someone who worked on the road. Her hair was a little messy, hiding those pale violet eyes, which caught her staring and narrowed smugly.

"Zeynep," a voice behind her said, icily.

The pretty wolf's brows furrowed, and then she looked down at Zey with a brow raised.

The fennec's face froze and she let out a breath, then smiled deliberately. "Molly! Hiiiii"

"I have told you before. This does NOT look good. You are here as a musician. Why are you up here?"

Zey's eyes, still turned up at Sylvie-she couldn't turn-widened innocently. "Because of, uh..." she pointed at the wolf holding her, and an instant later mock-smacked her forehead. Playful was not the tack to take.

The other vixen, true to form, bristled. Molly had a great sense of humor with clients. God help co-workers. Zey put her hand to her chest, ears back, mouthing I-am-so-sorry at the wolfess who was holding her.

Sylvie smoothly looked away from Zey and at Molly, saying, "Don't worry. It's not like that. She's paying me." She flashed a charming smile that she couldn't possibly know was doomed in the face of the affronted vixen. Zey grimaced and shook her head very slightly and tried to mouth 'For-Pirhua's-sake-please-don't-joke-with-her,' which was probably beyond reasonable lipreading skills. Sylvie looked confused so she was probably right.

The acid in the vixen's voice was fully out now. "Zeynep, if you think..." she started, but a male voice interjected.

"Molly, I can handle this, if you don't mind....Zeynep, why are you up here? Why aren't you downstairs playing?" It was Baxter, the owner.

The fennec widened her eyes in dismay and then scrunched them shut, making a little whimper. "Liam took over. He's playing right now."

"Does he know that he took over?"

Zey was silent for a long moment. Sylvie broke in smoothly. "I'm helping her with a costume change. She'll be back in a moment."

Baxter hummed disapprovingly. "Costume actually fastened around her body is fine." He added, "Zey, do whatever you like after your shift, but meanwhile please respect the needs of the establishment."

"Righto," she nodded, cheeks red. Sylvie's muzzle wrinkled in a suppressed smirk, and carried her into the indicated door.

"I am SO sorry," Zeynep said quickly as she was set on her own paws inside her room. She fumbled with the buttons on her shirt to put it back on, but Sylvie crouched and swatted her hands away, doing them up herself, tugging.

"You can't be busy that much longer, it's late, right? I'll still be here, most likely, if you don't want me out."

"Want you out? Uuuugh no, please, I promise it won't be long! I am-"

The wolfess' fingers on her lips stopped her. "Go, do your thing. I could use a nice lay down." She adjusted the collar of the fennec's shirt, spreading it to show some cleavage.

"Okay! Oh, um, I do have a roommate who might come by, a trade fox with dark fur on her back, she's cool!" She beamed and rubbed her cheeks. "Back in a bit!" She bumped into the door frame on the way out.

The door latch jiggled, and Zeynep slowly stuck her head in, face hopeful. "Hi?"

The wolf was on her bed, sitting with her back against the wall, and wriggled her fingers back at Zey. Sitting next to her was a tall, slender vixen, red fur with black ears and hands, with a dusky ruff across her shoulders. She was one of the servers and had a yellow dress on, snug against her boyish chest. Zey perked at her roommate, who seemed to have no problem with the surprise company, just her usual sardonic smile. "Heya Aiis! I guess you've met then," Zey said, standing on one leg to take a shoe off.

She'd been hoping Aiis wouldn't be back, but...still nice to see faces that weren't angry at her. The fennec hopped on the bed, sitting between them in the spot where Sylvie was patting. She smiled and leaned back between the larger canines. The wolf had taken her shoes off too, so, well, hmm! Nothing wrong with keeping the pretty lady company even if more naked activities were off the list since Aiis was back.

The skinny vixen was looking at her, teeth showing just a little. "Soooo. Zey-fluff. Sylvie here has been talking about you."

"Oh!" Zey said neutrally but perkily, ear flicking uncertainly.

"No, not about your evening plans. I'm clever enough to work that out myself. Fox and all." Aiis tugged at an imaginary goatee, nodding sagely. "Your lovely paramour here, with her body so -very- blessed by Our Lady of Fecundity..." Sylvie laughed at that, and Aiis grinned widely, narrow eyes and long muzzle. "...was just explaining your very exotic and complex sexual mores to me."

"As best as I understand them, anyways. ...I'm just teasing you, Zey." Sylvie nuzzled the fennec's ear.

"That's okay. But you can do that more if you like." She wriggled her backside, then glanced back to Aiis. "And...?"

Aiis chewed her lip thoughtfully. It looked elegant when she did it. "I don't suppose you've ever devoted any thought to the rooming arrangements for staff here at the Bull?"

Zey blinked. "Um....no. Guys with guys, girls with girls, pretty standard. And I get why I get put with the girls. Makes as much sense as anything." She smiled. "You've been great. I lucked out."

"Hmmm. I'd add a wrinkle to that, fluffyhead. Not everyone totally buys your bizarre life story, Zey, and it's not like you talk about it ALL the time, but I think you manage to nudge yourself out of 'girls' and into 'complicated,' gender category-wise.

"Okay, I could see that, sure. But you're totally cool with it, Aiis."

Aiis motioned with a finger, as if she was turning a gear. "And complicated people get roomed with..."

Zey shrugged. "Well, girls apparently?"

Aiis patted her hair, looking over her head at Sylvie. "Isn't she adorable? I mean this in the nicest way, but I think that the only way she notices subtle things like people hitting on her or what their gender is if they're rubbing an erection against her."

Sylvie chuckled. "Guilty." She put a hand across the fennec's middle, nuzzling her ear again.

"I'm...sorry, Aiis, I'm really not following. I apologize for being slow on the uptake." She furrowed her brow, and gave her roommate a long look.

Aiis waited as she was examined, then spread her hands. "And?"

Zey waved her hands uselessly. "Fox? Elegant fox?"

Aiis rubbed her forehead and sighed. Sylvie nodded knowingly and patted Zey's shoulder, speaking with her muzzle resting on top of the fennec's head, between her ears. "Aiis, you present female HARD. And foxes can be tough to nail down, genderwise."

"Or just nail," Aiis quipped. "Yeah. I get it. I play a really good vixen, it gets the tips. Maybe I internalize the role. Hmm." She tugged at her chin, then waved a finger. "How about this." She stood up in front of Zey, hooking her thumbs in her belt, working her jaw as if chewing on something. "So, little missy," she said, lowering her voice and giving it a drawl. "I've been watching that round ass of yours, and if you're done playin' with the boys, I got what it wants right here." Her muzzle quirked in an offside leer, and she scratched her crotch.

Sylvie was greatly amused. "The only thing that really ruined it was the little sashay of your hips when you pawed at your crotch."

"Yeah, well. And that every word spoken in that accent is like throwing up for me. But." She leaned forward and took the fennec's wordless muzzle in a hand. "Don't be such a gentleman that you don't even look at your roommate, dear. I'm a little irritated that I'm just now finding out that you like being fucked by fine ladylike people. But, eh, it's really on me." She smiled. "I'm a professional vixen. But little fox, you officially know better now, and if you don't start noticing then I will assume you are just fixated about..." She waved her hands at Sylvie. "All that."

"Great tits? Lovely round hips?" Sylvie was grinning. "That subtle wolfy musk? Tall women?"

"Everyone is tall women to a desert fox, and your musk is HARDLY subtle right now. Eugh." Aiis huffed playfully. "Okay, fine. I'm going. I had my say. Just don't...ah. Actually, do, and tell me about it afterwards."

The wolf grinned and licked one of the fennec's ears. "The little fox has been quiet. I actually don't hear her asking you to leave. Hmm?"

Aiis leaned forwards and looked at Zey, then beamed. "Oh my god, that is a GREAT blush. I love it. Remember, tall and curvy wolf, we can't use subtlety with this one. Zey, you need to tell me that you want privacy, which is fine, or you WILL end up with two dicks in you. Maybe not at the same time."

"We could probably manage at the same time," Sylvie mused, laughing.

"Hush. Details. Out with it, fennec, you are not a gentleman tonight, you are a little slut. We just need to know how much of a slut."

Zey coughed to cover a laugh, one hand covering her mouth but not her warm cheeks. She wriggled her fingers, and the room brightened as a ghostly mirror formed stretching across the ceiling. "That means please stay, Aiis."

"Hah. Mirror slut," Aiis crouched to the fennec's level. "If you don't mind," she said to Sylvie as she started undoing the fennec's shirt. Her ear flicked. "Why am I asking you permission."

The wolf put her hand on the top of the little fox's chest, fingers slipping under her open shirt. "Because you interrupted my evening to proposition the lady who asked me up to her room?" she speculated. "Or maybe are intimidated by wolves?" She showed her teeth in a grin again, swaying playfully.

Aiis wrinkled her muzzle. "Hm." She finished with the buttons and opened Zey's shirt, putting her palms on the sides of the fennec's breasts. "These are unreasonably nice for such a small fox." She squeezed them together gently. "Miss wolf, if you wouldn't mind, lift her up for a moment."

Sylvie put a hand under the fennec's side and lifted her up. Her belt was unfastened and then tossed aside in a businesslike way and the skirt was tugged down, joining the belt on the other bed. Aiis rested her hands on the fennec's knees, looking down at the little pink mound between her legs, just past the curve of belly. The naked fox was laid back against the much larger wolf's side, the wolf's hand resting on her upper chest and neck, with the little fox's muzzle pressing the hand in place. Her ears were lowered, also flush, and she was breathing deeply and looking at Aiis. Her hips squirmed.

"I think fluff-fennec wants you to get undressed, monster wolf. She's nervous about what she's in for."

"But she's looking at you," Sylvie noted. "Actually we both are."

"Hah." Aiis slid her hands down Zey's legs, and tugged at the fennec's hindpaws playfully. "You were looking at fennec tits. But I'll take the opening." She stood and reached around the back of her neck.

The vixen left her undershirt on, silk and snug across her gently rounded chest. She was slender down to her narrow hips. Getting the skirt down was a minor struggle, but it went, and the fox's penis, slender and tapered, firmly erect stood at attention between the tails of her white undershirt. She raised her muzzle proudly, taking one of the fennec's hindpaws and using it to stroke herself. The little fox whimpered. "Well?"

"You have her attention. And mine. Here," she gently lowered the little fox to the bed as she shifted away from her. She stroked the fennec's belly and chest before standing. Aiis stepped to the side, then just got on the bed and took the wolf's place sitting against the wall. She pulled the fennec to sit in front of her, erection pressing against her back, and watched the wolf with a grin, one fang exposed.

Sylvie stretched unhurriedly, balancing on one leg at a time as she took her boots off. Her vest went on the unused bed, and her heavy breasts dipped without the support it had been providing. She returned the taller vixen's gaze as she undid the lacings on her shirt, exposing wide nipples, the same blue as the rest of her skin. Aiis' arch expression dared her to stop, but there was a certain open-eyed amazement that she couldn't hide. And she was playing with the fennec's nipple while looking at the wolf's chest, that was indirect flattery.

"Not too much, I hope?" Sylvie asked with a playful wag.

"Completely." Aiis snipped. "Keep going, you're almost to this part this little fluff wants." Her hand on the fennec's belly slipped lower. "Isn't that right...oh god, I'm glad this is your bed, miss damp."

Sylvie undid her belt, guiding her own erection to the side so she could slip the waist of her trousers down, taking her underwear with them. She stepped forwards, thick shaft of her purple-blue penis bobbing as she moved...also slender in shape, but much wider than the foxes', slick and wet at the tip. The wolf knelt with her own legs on either side of the little foxes', head of her large cock resting between the fennec's breasts. The large swell of her own chest enfolded the fennec's face, and rather than suffocate the fox she held her arms high, forearms against the wall. Her face was very close to the trade vixen's, who seemed to have abandoned her attitude for openmouthed amazement.

"Hi," Sylvie said. "Sorry, not a lot of room."

"Good lord," Aiis mumbled. "That's a pretty dominant pose, wolfy dear." She eyed the arms on either side of her face.

"Oh, is it? Sorry. Wolf, here." She smiled with teeth.

"Darling, save it for the little fox. If I start fantasizing about this I am going to have a crisis of identity. Lean back, will you? Thank you," she said as Sylvie settled back on her haunches. Aiis looked down at the penis staring upward from the fennec's chest, raising a eyebrow. "Are you sure that...?"

Sylvie shrugged. "Go slow, take it easy. That's my life."

"Hey Zey, you don't mind if we talk about you as if you aren't here, do you?" There was a muffled 'no' from beneath Sylvie's chest. "Well then. I have a certain terrified fascination about how this goes. But I need to move. Here, up, up." Aiis shooed them away, then sat with her legs spread and back against the headboard, penis jutting up. "Okay, back on the bed, fennec fluff. Quit staring at the wolf. Your head goes here in my lap, get on all fours, and be ready to REALLY spread those legs."

Zeynep crawled into the bed, eyeing Sylvie with her tongue out for a moment before Aiis took hold of her chin and turned her head towards herself. "No! Face over here. Ass in the air towards the wolf."

The fennec set her knees apart, tail curling over her backside. Her rump and thighs were generous for a little fox, and the stripe of bare pink between her cheeks was bare. She was shifting to spread herself receptively, and Aiis pushed the fennec's muzzle down, tucking it between her balls and her thigh, while watching Sylvie as she kneeled on the other end of the bed.

The wolf stroked Zeynep's rump, settling into a crouch. She guided her cock to rest atop the fennec's cheeks, jutting well past the base of her tail, and rumbled and held the fox's hip and pressed herself against her, sliding along her tail. Her palm stroked down the top of her cock, getting a wet smear from the end, and then gripped the fennec's hip again. The little fox pressed her hip upwards against Sylvie's hand and the cock resting against her.

Aiis grinned. "Tease," she noted, and stroked herself as well, gathering one of the fennec's large ears in her grip along with her penis. She continued to hold Zey's head down, resisting attempts to raise her muzzle. Aiis started with a yelp. "Aie, licking balls tickles, damn you."

Sylvie huffed. "I have been thinking about this for at least on hour." She shifted her hips back and then thrust along Zey's ass-cleft again, wet with her own pre. "I am not going to manage subtle. ...are you just going to watch me?"

"Yes." Aiis nodded. "For now anyways." She twapped the fennec's head with a finger to put a stop to the tickling.

The wolf's ears pricked, and she tried not to look obviously pleased. She slid along the fennec's backside again, all the way to press her balls against her thighs, letting her thick blue cock stand free over the little fox's back. She cupped her hand under her left breast, drawing her thumb along the underside of her nipple, and lidded her eyes at Aiis, who snorted amusement.

"Okay," Sylvie said with a laugh. "Enough play." She rocked back and guided the tip of her cock down below Zey's tail. "No more teasing." Aiis' eyes were fixed at the fennec's rump as the wolf guided the end of her cock into the wet lips, and the red fox's own penis stiffened.

The fennec was making little whimpers, and leaning backwards, pressing Sylvie into her, gasping for air as her muzzle was freed. She was wet and slick, and the wolf continued to hold the fox's hip, slowing her eager motions but not stopping them as she backed halfway onto the wolf's cock, tight around it.

Sylvie's eyes narrowed and her lips drew back to bare her teeth, just a little, and she held on to Zey's hips with a firm grip as she adjusted her crouch, leaning forwards and supporting herself with a hand planted alongside the fennec's shoulder. Her breasts weighed down against the fennec's back, and the wolf's balls hung free between the vee of her legs, her blue cock buried partway into the fennec's labia, stretched into a snug ring around them.

Sylvie loosed the fennec's hip and used her other hand to support herself, just over the little fox's other shoulder, trapping her there. She drew her hips back, then pressed into the fennec, slowly but insistently. A pause, then back and in again. The little fox was -hers-, at that moment, shivering underneath her.

The knot at the base of her cock was starting to swell, and she almost had it in, but...Aiis pointed upwards where the illusory mirror over them was starting to waver and turn translucent as the fennec's ability to focus went away. She gritted her teeth and gave in, letting it swell outside, shoving it against the little fox's thighs.

And that was where whatever control of her own departed, and she thrusted into the fennec as she came, her swollen knot removing the need for delicacy. Her face was nearly in Aiis', the other vixen leaning to the side and trying her best not to look intimidated. The little fox gasped, pulling her muzzle free for air, arms shaking as she supported the wolf on her back.

Sylvie panted for a moment, not moving from her position over the fennec except to take some of the weight off of her before she collapsed. She clenched her thighs around the swell of her knot, tingling as it pressed against the fennec. Semen ran down her legs, but Sylvie was not immediately able to care.

Aiis' face was close to hers when she opened her eyes, the vixen leaning back but still awkwardly close. "So, not to rush you, but...you look pretty done."

Sylvie mumbled incoherently and found it in herself to move. Wet dripped in a brief flow as she eased herself off of the little fox, who whimpered again. She leaned against the wall that the bed was up against and collapsed on her side, along the fennec who was panting at her, arms gathered under her chest and her ass tottering in the air. Aiis was getting up and moving, and the wolf put her arm to hold the little fox's shoulder.

"Oh god what a mess...eh...again, not my bed, don't care," Aiis muttered, removing Sylvie's hand from Zey's wet rump as she set her knees in the same position the wolf had just been in. "So are you going to lie there with your dick against my leg, wolf?"

Sylvie grunted. "Unless you want to wait a few minutes."

"Nope. I kinda want to turn her over, but..." The vixen shook her head, and reached down to guide her cock into the fennec who was still presenting. "Aaaaah, fuck." She thrust her hips, also uninterested in further patience. Her slender hips were up against the curve of the fennec's rump, and Aiis' muzzle wrinkled and showed teeth, a respectable display of dominance by a slip of a fox.

Sylvie was quiet, cupping a hand over the still hard knot at the base of her cock, which was indeed pressed up against the vixen's leg. It was past responding, but, well, one couldn't not notice. The vixen eyed her narrowly as she thrust at the fennec, half about to say something, but instead grabbed at the fennec's hip and held herself tightly in place, nipping at the little fox's neck and growling. Zey squeaked as she panted, pressing the side of her face against Sylvie's arm while baring her neck under Aiis' nips.

There was a moment of calm as the vixen's breath hissed out in release. The fennec was still making little chirping noises, moving slightly against the larger vixen's hips, until the other fox shuddered and gripped her hip. "Enough...for now. Aaaah." She rumbled. "I have been in this position so many times, in my head." She licked up the fennec's neck. "But I need to move, and I'm, ah, kinda stuck now."

Sylvie sighed and grinned lopsidedly.

"Oh hush. Zey, I'm, ah, gonna flop over that way. Sorry, wolf, I am not playing little spoon when you have that out."

Sylvie smiled and felt a pulse go though the erection that her hand was only symbolically covering, but didn't tease. She kept her back against the wall as the foxes managed to flop over facing her, and held one of her breasts to the side as the fennec was pressed against her, as not to smother her. Aiis was trying not to look embarrassed, so she didn't notice, craning her neck to touch noses with the fennec and give her a kiss...which the fennec returned enthusiastically, pressing her little muzzle in return half-opened, tongue touching hers, hips twisting. Aiis yelped. "Stop....moving!"

Zey grinned in a bleary way, complying, but her hands reached down and Sylvie felt them on her cock, fingers spread wide. They stroked her. "This is SO nice," she purred, moving again and producing another noise from Aiis.

"Rrr. You have -got- to be too tired at this point, fox." Whatever subsidence had happened in her erection seemed to have gone away as slick fennec paws teased up the shaft.

Zey narrowed her eyes and shook her head, but Aiis grabbed her hip again and the fennec's mouth opened. "Fine, if you still have wriggling left in you...grr," she growled, and shoved the little fox against her lap, proceeding to thrust against her unapologetically.

Sylvie licked at the fennec's face as her little muzzle gasped, and rested her hand over the smaller ones gripping at her cock. Zey's little form was pushed against Sylvie rhythmically, and she keened and spasmed.

"There you go," Sylvie said softly.

"Hunh. She can only come with her hands on your cock, hmm."

"What? That's how it works for me." Sylvie smiled and kissed the fennec's face. "Are you done torturing your roommate now?"

"Hfmlgp," she said, panting. "Am good fox."

Sylvie nodded and raised her brows at the vixen who was facing her past the fennec's ears, who laughed and nodded too. "Fine. Good fox."

Zey yipped in response to that. "Aiis...please don't laugh for a minute."

"But I have some fox jokes to share with her," Sylvie grinned.

"Oh no. Oh please no."