The Benefits of Friends with Benefits
?The Benefits of Friends with Benefits
By Danath Hayaikawa © his player Shiro © her player
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Shiro smiled at Hayaikawa over her shoulder as the arctic fox followed her into the bedroom. She could smell his anticipation and giggled at the set of his ears as he reached out for her.
Hayaikawa slid his hands around the satyr's hips. Her long digitrade legs were covered with a thick white pelt, but from the waist up, she was human, with impossibly smooth skin stretched across a small, petite torso. She was shorter than him by a few inches, so when she pressed against him, paws on his chest, she had to look up at him. Black fox ears pushed through her long white locks; beneath her hair, large blue eyes blinked at him from a cute human face.
Sliding his paws higher, Hayaikawa smoothed his paws over the pale skin of Shiro's lower back. She made a small noise not unlike a purr as she leaned into the male's touch. The feel of his silky pelt across her bare flesh made her shiver.
"Nervous?" Hayaikawa asked.
Shiro smiled at him and slid one of her hands to his lower belly, over some of the light blue spots on his otherwise solid white pelt, and closed her fingers around his maleness. His sheath swelled in her fingers and the fox stiffened.
"No, not nervous," the satyr said, smiling broadly. "Just excited like you."
Her long white tail flicked behind her. Large black leopard spots ran down the top of the white tail, with smaller spots on the sides. There was a band of dark black fur about as thick as her wrist a few inches from the white tip. It swung down low, near her black-socked digitrade feet. More leopard spots dotted her rump.
Hayaikawa gently pulled her wrist away from his arousal, not wanting to grow too excited yet. He leaned down and licked the line of her jaw as she stroked both paws through his thick pelt from his ears to his shoulders. Shiro gasped, pushing against him, and shuddered as his thigh pressed between her legs, hiding the triangular, downwards-pointing patch of black fur between her upper thighs.
Shiro let out another small purr again as she pulled away. Hayaikawa reluctantly let her go after nipping on the tips of her ears teasingly. The satyr turned towards the large bed in the center of the room and teasingly flicked her tail at him as she climbed atop the light blue covers.
Hayaikawa's low growl of excitement rose in volume as he quickly followed. His white-furred sheath hung thickly between his legs as the female teased him, rolling onto her belly and bending her knees. She giggled at him over her shoulder.
That was enough for Hayaikawa. Straddling her thighs, he leaned down, pressing his arousal against her lower back. His paws ran up her backside, teasing the bare skin with his claws. His muzzle pressed into the small of her neck, making her gasp and try to move away. The fox grinned as he held her shoulders firmly before returning his tongue to the sensitive part of her neck. She giggled and gasped, squirming against him delightfully as his pink tongue teased her.
Hayaikawa's tongue finally released her neck and she collapsed against the bed, giggling and panting heavily. She rolled over, still underneath the fox, and pushed her small belly upwards cutely. The arctic fox immediately stroked her breasts, teasing the firm mounds. They weren't huge, but they felt good and filled his paws as he stroked the pink nipples.
Shiro groaned again and squirmed once more. She could feel the male's legs surrounding hers as she pressed her thighs together tightly.
"I like making you squirm," Hayaikawa said.
Shiro grinned at the fox as he leaned over her. She took a moment to study his face. She'd always found him attractive. He had a scholarly look to him, with broad eyes and a long muzzle, but he was fit, too, under all the thick white fur. She twisted her fingers into the scruff of his neck and pulled him down, meeting his muzzle with her mouth.
The kiss lasted quite some time, with Hayaikawa relaxing on top of her, arms bent at the elbows on the bed. She pulled her knees back before wrapping them around his hips. She locked her ankles around his lower back and broke the kiss.
"Now," she gasped, pulling him down against her with arms and legs.
Hayaikawa nodded, already at full arousal. He moved forward slowly, pressing between her legs, but her fingers clutched at him as she felt him enter.
"What... what's that?" she gasped, eyes wide.
Hayaikawa grinned. "You'll see..."
Shiro moaned uncontrollably at what happened next. Hayaikawa's erection pressed into her firmly, and though the length wasn't the most she'd ever had, he was nice and thick. But there was more. His cock felt ridged. Each of the ridges on his cock was about an inch or so apart, with the ridges themselves at least half an inch thick. They spread her outer lips widely and ground over her clit. There were also bumps on the head, each clearly defined, at least half a dozen pressing into her inner walls. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, belly pushing upwards against him as he drew his paws down to her waist.
His claws pricked at her smooth stomach as he pulled her down more firmly, urgently pressing back into her. She watched as his long muzzle lifted upwards and his arms trembled. Shiro cried out as he came inside her and squeezed around him eagerly. Her high pitched moans joined his low ones as she came with him, the unexpected shape of his shaft and the pleasure she derived from it pushing her over the edge in moments.
The fox leaned on top of her, panting heavily. He relaxed his paws and stroked her hair as his muzzle sought her lips for another kiss.
She answered easily, thrilling as aftershocks of the hurried climax rippled from her toes to her ears. She dug her fingers into the long fur around his neck and squeezed, pulling him against her. The warmth of his body filled her as she relaxed back against the bed, enjoying the feel of his body.
Hayaikawa managed to catch his breath once he pulled back from the kiss and smiled at her happily, eyes beaming.
"Explain," Shiro said, ending in a moan as the fox's hips pulled back.
Hayaikawa grinned as he withdrew slowly. Every ridge made Shiro shudder as he pulled free.
Once out, the fox flopped on his backside next to her, chest rising and falling quickly. The satyr sat up and stared at his erection.
"Easier to show you," the fox said, stroking his claws down her smooth backside until he teased at the long, silken hair around her hips.
The fox's shaft was, indeed, ridged. The red flesh of the length was interrupted by thick bands of raised skin. The head was dotted with large, flat bulbs, evenly spaced around the crown. The smooth tip jerked and a bit of cum dripped out as Shiro watched, but it was obviously going flaccid very quickly.
"Quite the tool," she said, reaching for it.
Hayaikawa stifled a gasp as she ran her fingers up the underside, teasing the length. When she ran her fingertips over the flat bulges on the head, he reached for her hand, but she batted it away and continued with her teasing.
Shiro giggled and straddled his waist as she brought both of her hands to bear, stroking his erection eagerly. It didn't take long for her to reduce the male to whimpering.
As Hayaikawa grew erect again, however, she felt his cock change. The ridges melded back into his erection and large bumps replaced them. The entire cock was soon covered with the large hemispheres, each pointed just a tiny bit at the apex, almost like triangles. They ran into each other at the bases, but didn't overlap, creating a wonderfully soft, pleasant feel against her palms. Hayaikawa let out a strangled moan as she rubbed at them excitedly, then flopped against the bed and grinned at her from half-lidded eyes.
"You naughty boy," the satyr said, looking over her shoulder at the blissed-out fox. "You had this all along and you've never told me?"
The fox lazily ran a claw down her spine and Shiro shivered excitedly.
"You never asked before."
Shiro turned back to his cock and watched as the flat bulbs surrounding the head of his erection sunk back into the flesh. He was throbbing now, hard as ever. Covering his shaft with both of her hands, she squeezed it warmly and smiled at the noises the male made beneath her.
Something stroked her palm, and she gasped. Pulling back her hand, Shiro cooed delightedly as she watched the large bulbs reform on the head, but this time they sunk back into the flesh quickly before pushing back out, pulsing in time with the throbbing of his erection.
"So it changes every time?"
Hayaikawa's voice was strained as he replied.
"Yes... though the patterns repeat after a while," the fox said, panting hard.
Hayaikawa sat up suddenly and gripped Shiro's hips. She squealed happily as he pulled his legs underneath him and rested his rump on his ankles. His cock stuck out from his hips at an angle between her thighs as she sat facing away from him on his bent legs. She could feel how tense he was as his paws pulled her close.
"No more teasing," the fox growled, nipping her bare shoulders.
Shiro cried out and leaned back against the fox as he lowered her down over his erection. The pulsing bulbs on the head nearly made her cum, but as soon as she felt the dimpled hemispheres on his shaft tease in past her lips, her body went stiff in his paws.
The arctic fox nipped at her black ears. Shiro started, realizing she was about to cum, and then sagged against him, trying to hold off for at least a few moments.
"Takes... some getting... used to," she gasped.
One of Hayaikawa's arms wrapped around her smooth belly, just under her breasts, pushing them up. The other went above her breasts. She squirmed back against him, loving the way his soft fur slid over her skin, and leaned her head back on his shoulder as he began to thrust.
Shiro couldn't control the flood of pleasure that accompanied each thrust. She'd used shaped dildos before, ridged and bumpy and whatnot, but to have it warm, pulsing, changing inside her, to have a fuzzy, tight body pressing against her - it was too much. She cried out, eyes shutting tightly as she came.
This time, Hayaikawa managed to get through the rippling and squeezing as she clenched around him. His tongue draped out of his muzzle as he squeezed her backside tight to his chest, but his hips continued to thrust. His heavy panting was all she could hear as he pressed his cheek into the side of her head, amongst her long white hair.
Shiro's knees spread further, helping the fox drive in more deeply and firmly. Her long feet twitched, toes splaying. She moaned again and leaned forward until she slipped free of Hayaikawa's arms. At the new angle, she pulled the fox's erection down. The fox leaned forward himself, until he was on top of the satyr. Her knees bent, but she couldn't stop her trembling arms and she fell onto the bed, turning her face against the covers.
Hayaikawa grinned as he leaned over her, both paws on the curve of her fuzzy bottom, clenching it tightly as he drove his hips in again and again. He shivered, growing close himself, as he felt her clenching again. The bulbs on his tip felt just as good to him as they formed and re-formed inside her as they did to the satyr, and soon he pushed in fully, spreading her lips around the round, semi-pointed shapes on his cock until he was filling her with his warmth again.
Exhausted, he lay across her backside and nuzzled her neck with his lips and tongue. She could feel his cock soften inside her and eventually pull free as it retracted into his sheath. Lowering her hips to the bed, she rolled onto her side. Hayaikawa went with her. He slipped an arm under hers and curled it over, wrapping it around her breasts; the other slid down until his palm spread over her belly.
Their legs tangled together as they relaxed, both breathing heavily and neither inclined to move any further.
Shiro sighed happily as the fox pressed firmly against her, curling himself around her back and hips. She reached up with a paw and stroked the side of his muzzle; he licked at her fingers tiredly.
"I can't wait for next time," she said, shivering at the thought.
"You won't have to wait long," the arctic fox said roughly, nibbling on her fingers.
She giggled and closed her eyes, drawing her arm back down so she could hold his, and sighed again. She could hear the fox's gentle snores and his warm breath on the back of her neck, which quickly lulled her to sleep as well, though not before she offered a silent prayer that her friend suffered from morning wood.