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The Pawington Arena was flourished with many furs across the seat that Sunday morning. The public as well as the participants for what was celebrating were coming from around the country had been together for the National Mixed Martial Arts Championship Finals, a great yearly event that had a special wide hexagon-shaped fighting ring gathering all the cheers and views of the public. That day was surely to be short, after the several matches done during the last two weeks. The final match was surely full of expectation as the final two matches for the tournament would decide the champion of both categories in the tournament: male and female. All that was there was pure cheering and exciting happiness coming from all the people cramming the seats as the shining lights randomly floated around to grow the showbiz factor of such event.

The male changing room of the sports arena seemed ghastly, except for one of the lights turned on over the only user of such place right now. He was a charcoal black furred fox with quite an interesting build of a muscled torso and a set of nine tails with white ends, named Tamati. He was strapping up his MMA boxing gloves in his hand paws, concentrated for his upcoming match as his black eyes shown an ice cold attitude. He knew the next fight wasn't going to be easy, especially as he knew how decisive this fight was going to be, not only for the sport, but also his rep. The rival for his match was a tough looking lion named Leonard Wrangler, the former champion and a total example for the lion boxers around the world. Tamati's fur covered the subtle bumps of fear he had deep under the skin, as the last fights he had with him were as uneasy and fast like racing through ovals. The fox stood up and squeezed the cotton belt of his boxing shorts tightly, still focused of the outcomes inside the hexagon.

The ladies locker room of the arena was also in a similar activity: There was a hazel or light brownish fur wolf female, called Vulpa. Her long messy mane matched that distinctive tone of brown her whole body was covered with. Compared with Tamati, Vulpa had reached to the finals in the female category, but she was taller, bulkier and more of a hunk compared with Tamati's athletic but slim build of body mass. As soon as she placed up the big sized boxing trunks around her waist, Vulpa started to wrap her knuckles tight and firmly with a wide bandage rolls she specially had for her fights to cushion the set of small tight foam MMA gloves. A young female wolf, Ruki, completely colored in grey fur and red triangle markings under her eyes, massaged her to prepare for the real match they were about to fight to win the finals. Vulpa clashed her hand paws at each other, saying "Let's do this, Ruki." and she got up from the bench she was preparing from. Ruki nodded, as both female wolves followed the way to the arena and watch the male category finals.

Tamati was sweating and panting in the middle of a fierce boxing match. His old time rival was also as tired as him, but he was drawing an arrogant side grin on his face. The cheering and screaming from the public felt blurred, muffled by the tiredness on both fighters, as it became a low, if not almost quiet, humming noise. Tamati could feel his heart pounding, the sweat rusting down his fur like a slow cold stream massaging his hardly hit body. He had been focusing on protecting his head all the time, to avoid any loss of consciousness, but his body had already paid the price, as some heavy punches made serious bruises and popped vessels under his pitch black fur. If any of the two were just hit once, the whole match could be over just that moment.

Tamati soon felt Lenny twitching his legs. His heartbeat became louder and slower inside his head, as his body began to release more adrenaline. The lion lifted his right leg, attempting to blow out a quick roundhouse kick to the black fox, but then Tamati crouched, and as soon as he felt that limb crossing his crouched back like a tornado breeze, he looked upwards, aimed for the jaw of his opponent and shook his right arm up within a single, growling fist. The speed was tremendous, as it was heard as a loud clapping in the middle of the ring. The noise from the public stopped as the fans of both brawlers looked astonished the quick, sudden uppercut coming from Tamati. Lenny leaped a feet in the air, before falling into the ground with a shocking thud made on his rough knocking out jump. The cameras of the live TV feed recorded each frame of that astounding fall, as Lenny's muscles hit the floor and moved like jelly on the hexagon ring. It was a textbook knock-out. Tamati had won.

Vulpa was watching the fight from one of the corridor doors of the arena, far away, with an interesting grin as she crossed her arms under her huge attractive cleavage under a dark grey tanktop. Tamati was walking away the whole six-sided ring as his fans screamed in happiness and joy for his unexpected victory on the finals. As he reached to the backstage entrance, where Vulpa watched each second of the match, she couldn't avoid to give a couple of words to the male fox "Nice fight out there." Tamati chuckled in selfishness because of his victory, giving a cold rude reply in a teasing form "Whatever, chunky girl"

Vulpa looked away, saying "Not bad for a creep, peacock." Tamati quickly turned around "What was that for, bitch?" Vulpa grinned "That won't work for me, I am already one, chump. Got it?" And giggled as she already knew what the male nine-tailed champ was nothing but a show off. The crew of the tournament laughed at the talking match that had already started. What a way to start another fight, in a totally new way. However, Tamati growled and walked away to the changing rooms. He had already won the finals on his category, so he said "I don't want to break your nails, girl" while leaving Vulpa alone.

Minutes later, Vulpa was fighting for the female finals. She was having a fun time while dodging and blocking all kinds of elaborate and technical hits given by her rival, an agile long haired blonde black skinned mare called Georgia. Vulpa's bulky and thick muscles surely made the punches and kicks she couldn't block or dodge felt almost like tickles. Vulpa had fought many powerful supernatural creatures through her life, and that training looked like being paid working for peanuts. The wolf girl was waiting for the perfect moment where the aggressive horse girl lowered her guard so she could show her what real horsepower meant, literally. She was just letting Georgia wear out, a classic funny tactic for the kind of huge fighters like her.

After several blundered hits, blockings, swift sways and subtle dodges, Georgia was sweating and losing her balance. Vulpa knew it was her turn, as she clearly stated "My turn, pony girl". Vulpa clenched Georgia with a hold, and began to rain several lighting speed punches as she restrained the body of the mare to wear her out even more. As she finished fisting the blonde horsey, Vulpa stepped back and decided to top that ice cream with a cherry: a surgically planned jab to the stomach. Georgia moaned heavy in pain, letting her drool blow outside her mouth against her will. She fell over her knees, having her eyes opened until her head hit the hexagon floor and made her eyes close. Vulpa grinned as she rubbed the smooth wounds over her muscles, knowing the victory was hers. Another amazing, unexpected TKO, table turner included.

The flashing lights of the cameras taking the moment almost could make a seizure into anyone around, but Vulpa was too excited for her victory. She finally won the national MMA finals, one of her due wishes. All that loud noise, cheering, blinding coming and fading spots of light was making her happier than she ever could. She finally proved her skills as one of the best MMA brawlers in the whole country. And yet she didn't sweat much for it in that final match.

A half an hour later, the trophy ceremony started. Tamati and Vulpa were in the middle of the ring, about to receive the declaring champion belt for the MMA nationals. The ring announcer, a suited tall peacock, announced both winners on the microphone, and continued "The winners have won not only a $250,000 cash prize, but also a week vacation on the dream paradise islands of Yuwaii, in the southwest Pacific, all paid by the fighting association. Congratulations to our newest champions!"

Vulpa and Ruki hugged at each other for their achievement, while Tamati chuckled as he crossed his arms happy, too overconfident of having to win, no matter how bloody and relentless his last fight was.

Some days later, Tamati was sunbathing on one of the blue deck chairs of the clear sand beaches of Yuwaii Island. It was a cloudless sunny day, pretty great to get some bronze. Although he looked at many of the vacating females, wearing many skimpy bikinis and thongs around their fur, Tamati had a weird feeling: He didn't find all of those girls attractive for him, especially after the speech fight he had with the female champ, Vulpa, after the finals. He used to be quite of a heartbreaker, yes, but that recent talking with Vulpa didn't let him think his usual manner as he didn't even want to hit on those girls, not even make them have a crush on him. He just watched all the fun in the beach through his dark sunglasses, dressed with a set of orange swimming trunks, decorated with a white slash-shaped pattern.

By an obvious coincidence, Ruki, her friend Wolufu (who had the same fur color as her) and Vulpa, were in the east corner of the beach. While the smaller wolves were having some splashing fun on the ocean shore, Vulpa was watching for them, dressed in a blue thong and bikini, with a sweet smile as she enjoyed watching both wolf lads having fur with the salty water. Funny thing is that even if Vulpa and Tamati, the champions of each category, were staying in the same hotel, took the same plane and all, they haven't seen at each other, not even inside the hotel.

As the sun got stronger through the morning, Tamati felt it was time to cool down. He saw the tiki themed bar a few yards from he was, so he decided to get a nice refreshing drink to fight the scorching blush that boiled his body. He began to feel better under the shade of the straw and wood hut the bar was. As soon as he reached the round bar, he quickly drew the cocktail menu standing over in the usual holster. He ordered a mimosa, quite refreshing enough to also quench his thirst, even so the champagne made the concoction quite expensive. He knew all the expenses would be paid, so Tamati didn't hesitate on his choice. A young otter bar maid served the orange fizzy bubbler with a smooth smile and a wink, saying "Enjoy it!" as she garnished it with a paper umbrella and a colorful lime green straw.

That mimosa surely was chilling the fox, until he heard someone at his back saying "Oh, does the kiddo enjoy his orange juice?" Tamati turned around a bit angry "Hey, it's a mimosa, you punk..." unable to finish his sentence as he noticed who was telling such childish joke to demoralize him: Vulpa, showing her fur half dried after a nice soothing bath in the sea. Tamati wasn't sure if the weird mix up of alcohol, salty sea breeze, the scorching sun and Vulpa's darkened water dripping and glistening fur were fooling him, but the only thing he could do on that unexpected appearance was to keep quiet as his mind boiled with the typical masculine thoughts. He left that clear as his law dropped like a rock plunging into the water. His mind was so impressed, that when he felt that Vulpa was walking to her, time was slower, almost frozen.

Each body part from Vulpa bumped slowly: her strong but clingy forearms, her breasts, her long hazelnut colored hair... hovered in the air. Tamati's brain felt between the strongest of surges and the most stupid of short circuits, as Vulpa approached with a sweet feminine grin marked on her lips, sly as a fox. His eyes couldn't stop looking at her firm clothed bust, covered in a blue satin-like threading. When Vulpa stopped half a foot from Tamati's body, he chuckled sweetly and said "No smart words this time, coal train?" The black nine-tailed fox could only drool while extorting some primitive hums, as his eyes couldn't stop staring at the huge meatballs the female wolf had attached on her chest.

The strong wolf girl, although taller than the male fox, was still waiting for an answer. She started to pass his hand around Tamati's sight. He kept those open white eyes, still stalking her breasts, yet she did not notice what he was really looking at. Vulpa looked down, to her tight bikini, and her brain suddenly plotted a nice plan: If Tamati was actually embezzled by her exposed beauty, she could have some fun with, in her words, chauvinistic, arrogant, small multi-tailed fox boy. She thought "At least he's got a nice body. Let's see who is the toy this time."

Vulpa walked away from Tamati. The fox looked at those nice shaped curves moving away, melting with the strong shine of the summer tropical sun. As she faded away from him, the black fox soon recovered his own self, as he shook his head to recover from the stunning beauty that was being rubbed in his face earlier. He couldn't remember anything, just looking at Vulpa for a second and then everything was just a strong, shiny blinding light. He said "Was I daydreaming again? Darn, that was trippy."

About half-an-hour later, Vulpa was coming outside a wooden hut from the beach, leaving the door closed, giving a couple of steps outside, then she looked at the hut and said "It is ready. Now for that funky fox to teach him who is the real deal here."

Tamati walked outside the sea after a nice dip. "Hmmm... that Mimosa was surely refreshing, and that bath surely cleaned my fur" he said, as he laid his back on the same seat he had on the beach corner. Tamati put his sunglasses and let himself to get some bronze for a while, until he heard some steps in the sand coming close to him from the right. It was a huge broad shadow blocking the sun to him, and again, it was that familiar light brown femme wolf "studette".

Tamati took his shades off and groaned "Hey, what the hell, dude, get out of my..." but before he could finish, he was hypnotized again by Vulpa's tight cleavage. Tamati's mind went again blank, as he looked those half-exposed breasts over her tight set of abs. She smiled at the male fox, crouched and rubbed Tamati's muzzle softly, saying "Say, handsome, want to help this helpless girl? After all, you are a good looking fellow" Tamati nodded as his jaw was as low as he couldn't imagine. It wasn't real hypnotism, but it was as mesmerizing as showing food to a raging and starving pack of guard dogs.

Vulpa grabbed Tamati's hand, lifting him up like a puppet and so, they both walked through the beach and the coast of the small tropical island. As soon as they arrived to the wooden beach hut Vulpa had prepared, she checked on Tamati. He was still staring at those huge masses of her, so she smiled in relief as everything was going according to her plan. The couple went inside the old hut in no time.

The whole enclosed place was covered in a pinkish light, as the thick wooden hut walls blocked the sun from outside. It was decorated in a somewhat south-east Asian massage parlor, with a massage table, many cupboards full of bottles with tags saying "scent oil" but with a different subtitle, naming each one different smell it contained. The mellow but eerie pink limelight effect was done with several hanged Chinese round-shaped paper lamps, while burning incense sticks filled the place with a soothing but tingling smoke to the nostrils of the wolf and the fox. Tamati's mind was still bugged by the huge round tits of Vulpa constrained under the spell of her lovely bikini top.

The mind of Tamati looked as if it was on stasis: untouched, slow and kept away. Just because of Vulpa's looks and most especially, that pair of sacks hanging in front of her chest. The wolf teased to the fox as she acted to have some pain around her body, as he moaned and shook her muscles, saying "Hmmm... My joints are so hurt after all the action in the beach. Say, foxy boy, wouldn't you mind giving me a massage, please... with some sugar on top?"

Tamati uttered like a zombie, still looking at the round coveted bosom of Vulpa. Vulpa slowly sat on the massage table, over a side, as she laced off the knot of her string bikini. The fox suddenly came back to reality: He found himself inside the hut, about to give a sexy massage to that frisky manipulative wolf, and he didn't have any idea about it. Vulpa then turned around to look at Tamati and showed off her nude torso to the male hunky fox. Vulpa's nipples were wide and dark, with a tempting chocolate tone flesh over them. It surely could make anyone interested to give a nice bite to those hazel flavored tits with a tip of chocolate frosting on top, and on a big size too. As soon as Tamati looked to those jumbo jugs completely sane, his blood pressure went so wild, his nose started to bleed out as if he had been deeply stabbed. Vulpa smiled, still thinking she had the big black male fox under her charms and erotic body features, so she spoke with a nice, tempting and teasing smile all over her lips "So, does the fox want to be breastfed, like his momma did?"

However, Tamati nodded almost like a frantic and crazy cartoon character, drooling in the same manner too, replying "Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah! That's a nice pair of D's. I got double sight!" Vulpa's face soon frowned in surprise, as she realized how her charms stopped entangling Tamati's dirty thoughts, and she was also confused by his speech and how her body couldn't impress him too much, so her answer to such an original sentence was "WHAT THE FUCK!? I thought you were hypnotized by my body!"

Tamati scratched his jaw in a funny way, saying "Oh yeah, that. You see, when a girl covers her jugs, my brain gets so curious, that I can't control most of my body, not even each of my nine tails... so I get into this kind of weird coma where I can be too... suggestive. But hey, you surely are a hot girl. Want to get a lovely dust cleaning from me and my tails? Remember: you snooze, you lose."

Vulpa groaned to the obvious womanizer dipshit Tamati wasn't realizing to be. At least that was what she thought in her mind, just like every male who tried to get some sweet fresh booty to grab from her. Although Tamati's muscular build was smaller in height than Vulpa, he seemed confidant to change the mind of the wolf female, no matter how hard she would put it. He was too much of an enthusiast when dealing some fun time with a female, and most likely the really hot but really difficult ones, like the wolf that was just growling in displease in front of her.

Tamati brushed and shook away his long plain dark grey plain hair with his hands, lavishing himself as he prepared for the teasing and pleasing. Vulpa had crossed her arms, covering her exposed breasts. She felt too hysteric to dress herself up and ruin the mood of the fox, but she didn't realize that could not stop that small fry that Tamati looked to her. She had turned all the impression about him completely on that moment. The fox rounded the huge broad wolf hunk with no problem, as his developed muscles made him quite a swift male, no wonder he had great dodging skills from boxing and mixed martial arts. Tamati smoothly hugged the wolf chick from the back. He smiled and rustled his muzzle all over the bushy, thick fur on Vulpa's naked back. That soft massage was surely quite sensual for the girl, who felt the rough but thin fur of the fox crossing around her back, and she felt unable to stop that weird but at the same time soothing warm grope as her crossed arms were unable to move: If she released her hidden breasts, Tamati's next move would make his plan more satisfying to his deepest and lustiest desires. As long as Tamati kept brushing Vulpa's fur and his arms explored each curve and muscle, a kind of unusual warmth started to glow inside her body. All that rustling and friction from Tamati's skillful body was not only making her feel warmer and softer, but also submissive and willing for a much deeper physical examination, way too different to the ones before the tournaments she loved to fight in.

Vulpa blushed as her arms fell and made her whole body look more vulnerable. The next thing she could do was to untie the knots of the indigo blue bikini thong she had protecting her most valuable intimacy. She was then completely naked. Tamati's each nine tails started to wave up and down in absolute happiness, as he felt how each part was coming out nicely. One of his strong, brawny arms grabbed the huge right boob of Vulpa, while the other one softly scratched and massaged her tummy, way down to her hips. Vulpa couldn't stop her body to blush as the soft, planned touches by the invader fox were indeed heating her up like a stove in winter.

On the other hand, the female wolf couldn't do anything because of that arousing heat stacking up inside her body like a boiler. Even if she tried to move her body around, violently trying to shake off all that perverted stuff she was being forced to have, her body actually liked all that sweet, smooth body search. She could feel how that unexpected lust fell down to her hips, while her vocal chords could only play some humming moans, while the apparently thin but yet strong arms of the male fox held and restrained her. Her only words between all those moans were "Please, stop it, you will be driving me crazy" That seemed to be her last corner of sanity.

Tamati soon reached to the crotch of Vulpa, as he fingered those hot, blushing female nether lips in heat with interest and lust. They were big and fleshy, like a taco overboard with too much stuffing on top. That kind of texture was already familiar to him, as his long claws plunged inside softly, to check how willing and moist Vulpa really was. As she could not hold it much enough, to the point she used each ounce of her inner energy, to release from the restraining and choking hold Tamati was giving to her. Tamati whispered "Fuck, I'm dead" as he didn't expect she would get so strong. But things were not as predictable as he thought.

The fox he was going to get the wallop of his life, but instead, Vulpa give him the same sweet smile that she had while Tamati was "under her spell". She sat on the table, keeping the same happy, lusty face and spread her legs to expose her greatest and sweetest weak spot. She just said "What are you waiting for, Champ? I want to see how much meat you can eat. Proteins are good to gain muscle mass, you know." and tried to make the situation hotter by pressing her breasts at each other and giving a teasing wink with her right eye. Tamati chugged his spit and stepped towards the wooden plank massage table, very determined.

As soon as Tamati was close to touch Vulpa, he kneeled towards her and set his muzzle a few inches from her bushy special place. That sweaty hot suppurating V-hole was wildly in heat, asking for the ride of her life after so much deprived fun time due to Vulpa's schedule. The scent of that moisture was surely the best for perfumes for the fox, so he couldn't restrain his tongue, giving some soft licks for a check-up. The wolf female started to hum in pleasure, closing her eyes as she was enjoying those licks, which became deeper and stronger, driven by her strong crazy pheromones. The chemical scent made the whole experience and taste sweeter too, while Vulpa grabbed the head of the male fox that couldn't stop offering his long foxy tongue to the tight but hot pussy he was sampling with his mouth.

Her body shook and wiggled to the hard, deep moist tongue of him, making each fold of her muscular body, including her colossal breasts, move randomly with the huge pleasure that was coming along and growing exponentially. Tamati laughed softly after taking some breath from the deep exploring of Vulpa's self, saying "Remember, it's my turn here now. And you cheated, so let's make this game more fair, shall we?"

The eyes of Vulpa opened after she was blind with pleasure. Tamati opened his arms and so he began to growl and showing his gritty sharp fangs. His muscles started to get stiff and soon a small network of vessels covered each inch of his skin, however, he didn't grow in size, not even by an inch. Vulpa watched the small but bulky body of Tamati bleeding up like an oiled gear, as he placed his body back in a relaxed position, but flowing with pure braid raw muscle. The wolf warrior girl felt all that stiff flesh heating her up even more. Her mind was nothing but being drowned and choked in lust, almost like an aphrodisiac. Tamati quickly placed his hands on the sides of her torso and pushed her up easily, almost like a feather. Vulpa's arousal became heavier as her blushing parts spread across her body, heating up like dough in the oven. Her breasts couldn't be more relaxed, nor her nipples perkier and her crotch was still leaking with her sweet and entangling aroma to pure female heat.

Tamati placed her body back on the table and gave a simple order with a sweet whispering tone "Get on all fours... bitch" The last word coming from him sparkled the inextinguishable boils of lust across the female wolf body, even more. Vulpa took that order like a genie of the lamp: She placed her exposed waists in front of the black male fox with a certain lovely smile painted all over her muzzle, lifting up her thick, brush-like tail and swinging it around like a lovely charm to mate with her in the most lascivious and diminishing ways. Tamati's swimming trunks surely grew with all that showcase of male brute muscular bulk up, leaving an enhanced and prominent bulge all over each synthetic thread over his crotch. The male suddenly pulled down those trousers down, but in a slow and teasing way. Vulpa could only see that by bending her neck aside, looking how well-endowed the challenging male was. His malehood was surely big in size, able to blush, envy or shame any averagely proud male. It looked like a big chunk of wood coal, the same dark color as Tamati's light-trapping black fur. The female champ kept her grin happier, as she knew that was going to be ridden like she had been ever before... or at least in a very long time.

The fox stallion didn't hesitate to place his precious meat between the ready and moist leg space of the chunky strong wolf femme. First, Tamati assured a nice dip by rubbing his dick around the moist lips of Vulpa, but not in yet. He let those saucy juices to lubricate his powerful male drill, helped by the strong ass cheeks of the female fighter, wrapping it as if it was a black hot dog under the tail of her, shaking more and more with each rub-a-dub motion. As soon that skinned dark cock was ready to penetrate her, Tamati firmly grabbed her hips and aimed the thick pointy cherry of his virility right into the depths of Vulpa's intimacy. A deep squishing sound happened when both champions merged and entangled their genitals into one, followed by a hum from Tamati and a loud pleasing moan from Vulpa. The moist but pressing walls of that canine vagina were at the same time blocking and stimulating that invasive meat rod, ramming inside her as it tried to spread those cavernous folds that were brutally crushing Vulpa with the best of sexual desires.

Vulpa enjoyed that pushing motion of Tamati, who pumped his hips as he tried to drill and reach deeper into her body, and ensure total pleasure to both of them. On his side, he was trying not to overdo the power of his thrusts, as they could make him misfire and ruin that sweet opportunity of mating. On her side, however, Vulpa's body reacted like if she was shook by an earthquake inside. Her huge busty bosom was moving wildly, at random, as her lower jaw opened wide and her tongue followed the law of gravity as best as possible, letting a mellow but heavy panting was letting her keep up her breath. The pounding motion coming from Tamati became faster, bombing down Vulpa's pleasure processors with more pleasant and arousing information. Her moans soon became into screams, but not of pain or harm, but pure female shouts of pleasure, with almost intelligible sounds that seemed like "More!", "Right there!", "Keep it up!" and "That's the spot, hit it!" among other typical loud noises. That moment between the newly met couple was so harsh and heavily erotic, even sex education books could look away and blush if they did.

The couple kept their mating rhythm stable, with minor speed changes. Both partners were balanced in pleasure and sexual ecstasy, so any of the two could burst in a massive unexpected orgasm, or so they thought both of them. Tamati couldn't stop thinking these words as he kept pushing his shaft deep inside her "So tight... and deep! She is surely extraordinaire." Vulpa also had a similar thought, but her words were more like "Oh yeah, give me all what you got, stud! What strength... Finish me off like in those finals!"

And so it happened. Vulpa arched her back vigorously, letting a huge howl to burst out from the abyss of her belly. Her lubricating walls soon let the first inch of the ten that were ramming inside her to push into her pulsating and willing cervix. Her womb was ready enough to nest such a quality breed. Just a couple of seconds later from that loud and unexpected climax, Tamati stopped his pumping motion and gave one last push deep inside Vulpa's tummy, as he felt he couldn't reach any more further. Although her load was released, Vulpa kept moaning as the throbbing meat staff bonked upon her uterus. Her mind was clear: He was about to breed her and her body was totally agreed with that, with no further questions or doubt whatsoever. So Tamati's tiniest muscles released that precious and fertile cum shot, then began to spray like a hose deep inside her. Both Tamati and Vulpa smiled with pleasure, the former feeling how his body released a charge that had need a release any second now, and the latter the fulfilling, warm sensation of having the most precious value of a male, his seed, flowing inside her and shape her future puppies in trade, right inside her tight, muscular belly. However, such load was so heavy and was held for such a long time, it overflowed inside Vulpa's small uterus, and flooded outside, making quite a messy cream pie outside of her voluptuous and fleshy f-hole.

The hosing orgasmic spray dried out in a minute, but Tamati's improved stamina thanks to his nine-tailed fox blood and his severe body training were still keeping him stiff and hard down there. He quickly pulled out his shaft from the hazel beauty Vulpa was, totally covered in a straight male-female mixture of fertile juicy spunk. The wolf turned her body around, keeping that soft, willing grin all between her sharp, strong jaws, as she willingly rubbed the chest of her newly black male fox mate upside down. She then caressed the huge sausage that just took her purity and changed it for a possible pregnancy. Her strokes were clear and soft, so seemed the next words she said: "Let me give you the real first prize, champ" and then, she pushed back Tamati right into the wood log wall right behind him.

Tamati let a grunt out of his throat, bashing with the round texture of the walls of the hut and looking how Vulpa stepped and approached forward to him. Her eyes changed from target instantly, from Tamati's blood colored eyes to his insatiable, still pointy shaft. She kneeled to the fox, as if she was almost offering to him as a sacrifice, if he was a god, that is. Her right paw groped that piece of ebony-like flesh firmly with a sturdy wrap offering a nice grip, and so she was ready to do her magic. Tamati looked down, looking at the dreamy eyes of Vulpa staring at his maleness, making him to say "I bet you hadn't see a bigger one than mine..." Vulpa, sadly, gave a chuckle as arrogant as the male partner himself, responding "Oh, no. You should meet real male wolves like I do. You are close to them... in the minimum size, that is."

What an astounding turn of tables had all that sexual activity to happen. With no time to lose, Vulpa opened her maw, wrapped her wide canine tongue under the dark meat rod and pushed her head inside. At first, she tasted the salty and sweet taste of the result of such poaching sexual relief, followed by the pumping motion from her jaws to make her throat be able to house that big, wide 10-incher inside her mouth. Due to her grappling jaws and locked lips, the head that Tamati was given seemed unexpectedly pleasurable and arousing, even if the sharp teeth of Vulpa kept such male schlong shut inside. This was even better by the fact that Tamati was pinned to the wall by the strong body of Vulpa, as well as the force that kept the fox unable to escape. Just after the first plunging dip, Vulpa opened her mouth and let her tongue explore each square inch of that black shaft, which on first place seemed to dominate her, but now it was on the other side of the match.

Vulpa made gagging hums of pleasure, tasting and licking that huge piece of vulpine maleness with her dexterous tongue. That strong taste of sweat and male pheromones kept her lusty fires as high as possible, making her slip her free right hand into her already used up woman hole. She couldn't stop that relentless heat inside her body, rubbing her labia and pinching her clitoris by her own, at the same time she was sucking a nice huge dick with her incredibly skilled mouth. On the other hand, Tamati felt relaxed for all that huge pleasure that Vulpa was just giving with her sharp mouth muscles, ignoring how needy she was because of how she was masturbating in a very heavy manner. Each bobbing done with her head were a set challenge for her, as she went deeper and deeper, yet the huge long cock she was almost eating deprived her breath each time she kept deep-throating into that flesh rod. The couple was nothing but a sexual pleasure powerhouse at max capacity, almost making an imaginary aura of love, lust and eroticism altogether in a pink glow. Vulpa's face was blushing while giving a sweeting grin between each time she almost choked sucking that vein-covered one-eyed monster, rather enjoying the challenge of "fighting" close to Tamati, like a personal carnal duel.

The excitement peaked in Tamati's brain, causing him to suffer another orgasm, something almost impossible for most males, but he could thanks to his eccentric origins. Just when Vulpa put away her lips and gave a nice firm squeeze with her left paw on Tamati's shaft, his orgasm flourished like a fountain of milk, bumping out fast and without control. It was as thick as the filling of a Twinkie bun, as Vulpa looked at it oozing from the sturdy cherry shaped tip of her new male mate. She licked all that contained second round of semen with her tongue and swallowed it with her jaws openly wide, so the male fox could look at that teasing and naughty action. That surely satisfied Tamati, as his tails wiggled with the thick, heavy air with a touch of burning incense make the whole experience more improved in any kind of perception. That sly male, however, was still lusty and anything but relaxed. He hadn't finished yet, as his hard, upwards pointing member looked up, covered with the icky ooze containing his most pure seed. A chuckle came from the fox's voice, and so he clearly said "Now get ready to see my true power, bitch."

Each of Tamati's tails began to grow longer and longer, as each of them shook by themselves, as if they had life on their own. The white tips of those elongated furry tails pointed at Vulpa's body, as if they were aiming her with the sharpest of arrows. Vulpa's endless lust made the situation even worse from her side: all that endless quest for pleasure and mating made her legs tremble and mumble in a horrible way, she couldn't escape from those grown magic tails. Each of those tails looked like the typical tentacles, taken from any typical uncensored scene of Japanese porn. But these weren't tentacles, but thick, magical nine-tailed fox ends. Each one meant a terrible omen for anyone nearby, and that was not going to be less for Vulpa, after daring to top that narcissist and arrogant male fox. Four of her tails willingly wrapped along each joint of her limbs: her wrists and ankles to be more exact. The tails wrapped her around and their width was so sturdy and thick, that Vulpa couldn't even make them budge for an inch, no matter how strong she moved her arms and legs. Those tails were as sticky as the well-known arms of an octopus or squid, but these were covered in fur, which entangled with her hazel brushy fur and made the friction between these much bigger, as if each partner were jointed with Velcro stripes. The other five tails began to float , caress and massage each muscle, fold, curve and feature from the big, stark body of Vulpa. Those white tips, looking as pointy as animal hair paint brushes or a Japanese ink brush, acted with surgical precision, tickling and touching as they scouted every sensitive, if not erogenous, point on Vulpa's skin. Tamati soon knew each weakness in Vulpa's body: Her armpits, under her breasts, those big chocolate covered-like nipples, her bellybutton, behind her knees, the pads of her leg paws... and many more, which were too specific to be described in a mere few words.

The strong tails then placed Vulpa's body over the cupboard of the small hut, forcing her to seat on her butt, while the tails spread her legs open and wide. Her blushed vagina, moistened after so much stimulation, seemed live and kicking by herself. She hasn't been finished off properly yet and was even starving for more lust, to the most unbearable end. The long tails that kept stimulating her from outside weren't enough, so thought Tamati, and he showed a sign of determination in her red ruby eyes. He said "Let's ride this bitch one more time, buddies" by the last word referring to his lifelong partners the nine tails of his rear end. The fighting struggling wolf femme couldn't do anything but watch how from each tail that paralyzed each of her limbs, another one was added, leaving only one free tail, that was hovering around her head, as if it was a soldier in patrol around the city.

Eight of those tails kept that wolf on the line, as Tamati came closer and closer to the cupboard and looked at the body he was going to defile once again with his huge unnaturally sized cock. He placed his male spear, hard and ready, between the overgrown, blushing labia of Vulpa. Her breaths of worry became heavier, as the tail moving around her head stalked her so she couldn't do any funny movies. Tamati briefly explained "If you try to escape, it will choke you, so don't get cocky and admit you can't win, Vulpa. I am the real champion here". Vulpa's face was still blushed, but her lips and brows soon showed signs of anger, so her proud attitude kicked in so suddenly, she just screamed with anger and fury erupting seemingly "Fuck off!" Tamati smiled, with that signature arrogant manner of him. He then said "Bad move, champion wannabe".

The huge penis drilled her torn, gushing vaginal walls once again. Vulpa couldn't feel any pain, as her brain was turning the pressing painful pressure from the almost constricting tails into the pleasure she was drown, even deeply plunged into. Her mind was nothing but sex, and that same mind didn't want to be ruled by a smaller, simple creature like an arrogant, boxer male fox, her body was just welcoming back him to receive him greatly. It wasn't anything compared to any drug or mind inducing substance. She was craving, asking, even begging for lust. The huge rod soon had arrived to her cervix again, and this time, it was more sensitive than before. Tamati pumped his hips forwards and backwards so quickly, that the pulses coming from her last defense synced in touch with that black cherry on top. Suddenly, the free magic tail of Tamati couldn't stop to twitch as it perceived how Vulpa's maw moved with lust and vigor with each huge moan of pleasure she exclaimed outside her body, buried deep within. That tentacle-like tail lashed quickly and began to fill Vulpa's mouth. Her moans became gagged, while she felt that fluffy fox end invade her mouth at the same time she was mating. Her moans couldn't be heard, but the power made by these was felt by the skin and fur of the tail, tickling each of Tamati's senses. This made Tamati happier, or his ego at least. The male hips kept moving along by instinct, following their simple instructions as ever. Vulpa also felt how her breath was deprived by that thick tail on her mouth, so she could only inhale and exhale from her nose. This made her feel more tired due to the lack of air to breathe, and so she closed her eyes, falling asleep. A bunch of new sensations began to rush her lust craving brain too. She could shape all that incoming pleasure into lucid dreams.

Tamati was starting to see how the body of Vulpa felt more relaxed and submissive with that induced choking. That was totally outside from his usual sex patterns. Vulpa's moans became hums, her body was less stiffer, and she seemed more relaxed and less worried than before that stubborn magic tail stuffed her mouth and made her embrace Morpheus. She was just Tamati's toy, all for himself and no one else. He kept plunging, pushing, pumping and drilling deep inside her, faster and faster as the walls of her became less suppressive with that invading huge ram inside her. But, it was inevitable. All that pleasure and frolicking stimulation finally had to end after a couple of minutes of grounding and pounding into the precious wooden cupboard. He came, releasing a load as fulfilling and strong as the last two he released into her. Vulpa surely could receive the title for the fastest becoming cum dumpster if there was any regulation of that. That was just the wildest showcase of receptive mating lust that there could ever be. In the end, Tamati couldn't hold his strength anymore, and so he lifted the huge wolf female from the cupboard, placed her over the thick massage table, and he slept over her, as if she was the mattress under him.

A few hours later...

Tamati was hugged by Vulpa's huge hunky arms around him, while all those muscles were giving him such pleasant warmth. He didn't want to wake up at any cost, not even by that living bed he had under him. Sadly for him, a crush feeling compressed his chest around, as so he opened his eyes. Vulpa was staring at Tamati's face, as her breathing chest rumbled with growls of apparent displeasure and discomfort at the same time. Tamati gasped in fear as he felt that the bigger, broader chick could turn him into bone smithereens, now that he had employed all his magic on her and he could not replenish it. But instead, Vulpa licked the maw of Tamati playfully and giggled. She explained "I never imagined no one could top me... twice, and get himself along to live to tell the tale. I am... quite uncontrollable once I get teased sexually, you know" and she gave a brief wink to the black magic nine-tailed fox. Tamati hummed in confusion. A second later, his brain could solve such puzzle, he chuckled with a sarcastic grin all over his muzzle. He just asked "So... what are you going to do? We didn't use protection and all, you might... not want those puppies." Vulpa laughed and brushed the hair of Tamati softly with her arms "Oh, now Mr. Hasty-n-reckless worries himself to be a father? It's alright. I didn't expect to find what I wanted from a male on you. Are you sure you are from this world?" Tamati could just respond with a single word: "Barely".

That's how it began, yes. An unusual couple that just met and shared a huge rivalry and a muscular build, the kind that fitted the meaning "opposites attract". That was the ending of those teasing fights, and ended up in the most primal of love-based relationships, even when each partner looked unnatural from each other. And the world still rolls around them, with a future. What will they endure and fight together?

THE END (?)

For Tamati

© Shiro Uzumaki, 2012

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