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"See!" Desmond triumphantly cackled, slumping against the lady at his side, "I matched you shot for shot!" Mushi rolled her eyes and pulled Desmond up to his feet - not the easiest task with how staggeringly drunk he was - then walked him through the threshold of his apartment door, a small one-room hole where he slept and worked. "I swear, baby," said Mushi in her Mississippi tones, "you got one hell of a drinking problem." Desmond started to absently protest the notion, but he wasn't given any chance to take it anywhere. "Now, shush, Dezzy," said Mushi, stripping Desmond down to his boxers. "Ooh, you gonna take advantage of me, Moosh?" the fox grinned, grabbing haphazardly at Mushi, first around her colossal bosom, then on her forearms, and finally her shoulders. "Pfft, can't rape the willing. C'mon, baby, get in bed," she urged, effortlessly pushing Desmond to the mattress in the floor. "You're not my mom!" the fox protested, but he nevertheless slumped back on the mattress and yawned. "Yeah, well, she ain't around to keep you from making a fool out of yourself," said Mushi in a semi-scolding tone. Kneeling down, she rolled the tod over on his stomach, and when he did his best to squirm out of it, she pinned him with ease. "Nah ah! You ain't pulling a Hendrix on me, boy." For all his beer muscles, Desmond couldn't wiggle out from under Mushi's grip, and he finally went slack - it wasn't far to go for him. With a good-natured smile, she kissed him between the ears, then stood to leave. "Dezzy, baby, I'll see you tomorrow," she said, walking for the door. Just as she flicked off the lights, and the room was lit only by the soft glow of the full moon, Desmond called out to her. "Moosh, hey, hold up..."

No matter how frustrated she was with Desmond for getting so drunk, Mushi couldn't stay mad at him. For the better part of a year and a half, they'd been best friends, ever since he moved into town. "Yeah, baby?" she asked with a gentle tone, standing in the threshold of the tod's door. "Don't go, please?" Desmond asked, and for a brief moment, through the slurring of inebriation, he sounded so timid and cute that Mushi couldn't tell him no. With a little huff, she closed the door, then walked back to the mattress and laid down beside the twink. With the sheer bulk of her beautifully curved, fat body, Mushi took up almost the entirety of Desmond's bed, but to find himself tightly spooned into her warmth was not an unpleasant situation. "You're a real pain in my ass, baby," Mushi whispered to Desmond, but she said it in such a fond way that Desmond only laughed, a sound rendered obnoxious by all the beer and mixed drinks, but still harboring some genuine joy. "I love you," mumbled the fox, laying his head on the swell of her bosom; it gave Mushi pause, but after she blinked it off, she shook her head. "Dezzy, baby," she tried to begin, but Desmond gave her no room to butt in. "No, no, I mean it, you're so nice to me. Nobody else," an unnatural pause, one followed by a mighty belch, but the tod continued nonplussed, "really gave a crap about me when I came here, but you were all, you know!" Again he paused, this time with a rather fruity giggle. "You thought I was so cute and nice and thoughtful, and you always spent time with me." Despite the wavering slur in the tod's voice, Mushi knew the words to be heartfelt, and it brought a blush to her cheeks and a smile to her lips. "And your boobs are just amazing." Mushi groaned.

"I'm, uh," Mushi huffed, "gonna ignore that and just acknowledge the rest of what you said, baby." Reaffirming her grip on the cute, young foxcoon, she nuzzled into the silky locks of his hair, then sighed into them, warming his scalp with her breath. "I love you too, Dezzy, you're a really sweet boy." At that moment, she felt the tod's paws rest over her own, and, involuntarily, a happy smile spread across her muzzle. "What're you thinking of, Moosh?" asked Desmond, his sentence punctuated by a yawn. Mushi chuckled coyly into the tod's ears, then yawned herself. "I'm thinking about this guy I know." In a vicious cycle, Desmond yawned again, much wider and longer than before, then pushed back against Mushi's bulk in a futile attempt to get more of the mattress. "Yeah? What's he like?" Before answering, Mushi nosed into one of his ears. "Oh, he's pretty nice. Really smart, makes a living for himself doing writing and stuff, always makes me feel beautiful and spends a bunch of time with me." Desmond grinned, and then, for a third time, yawned. "Sounds like a nice guy, you gonna start ignoring me, then?" asked the fox, displaying a rare moment of sharpness in his drunk state. Smirking, Mushi answered: "Definitely, he's so much bigger than you are."

"Rrf, hey now, I'm plenty big for you," Desmond growled, squirming in Mushi's arms until he managed to turn completely around, and by then, his snout was in gap of her tank top, his nose so close to the warmth of her bosom, rendered sweaty and humid by the heat of the Summer night. "Hey Mushi," Desmond began, soon after drawing his tongue along the tops of her breasts in a sloppy line, licking off sweat, replacing it with saliva, "do you think I'm perverted?" Shivering in some reserved pleasure, Mushi shook her head, then stroked down the tod's bare back, her paw coming to rest on his clothed behind. "Not at all, baby. I know you are." That reply seemed to delight Desmond, for he cackled in his wasted, uneven way before better nuzzling into her cleavage, forcing his snout down between the enormous breasts of the ratdragon. If only because she enjoyed the feel of Desmond's cuddly, plush fur on the flesh of her breasts, Mushi rumbled with a playful and erotic growl, then squeezed down tight on his taut behind. Beyond the aroused arching of his spine, Desmond pushed his snout deeper, and he soon took advantage of his position, dragging the length of his slobbery, yet sensual tongue through her never-ending cleavage. "Ah, that feels good, baby," she sighed, slipping her paw underneath the material of Desmond's boxers, rubbing contently upon the tight curve of his ass cheeks. It wasn't a coincidence that, the more she rubbed the fox's rear, the more he lapped and slurped in her cleavage, his tail lazily wagging behind him all the while.

"Heh, hey, hold on," said Mushi, pulling back, moving her paws to clutch Desmond's shoulders. She freed his muzzle, rendered damp from her sweat, glistening in the low light, then sat up to only a slight incline, bracing herself with one of her arms. With the other, she tugged her tank top up and off - though with it clinging to her sweat, peeling was a more appropriate term - and tossed it away in clear dismissal. Desmond's favorite part of watching her disrobe was when the garment cleared her bosom; the way her plump tits were first lifted by the grip of the tight fabric, before at last popping free of it, and then they so subtly bounced down to their usual place. Licking his lips, Desmond hungrily - and sloppily - pounced, laying upon the comparably massive bulk of Mushi's body, his slender hips against her own, and his head upon her chest. For a few seconds, the tod rested his face on the hot, cuddly cushion of her breasts, and Mushi expected him to pass out there, but it was only a brief cuddle. Lifting himself, Desmond sat up, almost in a position to straddle the ratdragon, but his knees didn't touch the mattress on either side of her. Reaching down with hungry paws, he groped and kneaded upon the invitingly pliable swell of her breasts, squeezing with his soft, padded paws, coaxing only sounds of sexuality and gratitude out of Mushi. "Ooh, Dezzy," was one such nothing, something said just to encourage the fox, though he needed no such encouragement. As he rubbed and squeezed, occasionally brushing the smooth pads and velvet fur of his mitt across her nipples, those chocolate-brown nubs of tender flesh began to stiffen, puffing up in arousal, and they were too exciting a target for Desmond to ignore.

"I love your body," Desmond simultaneously mumbled and growled, leaning down close to one of the nipples. With depth perception skewed by alcohol, he first bumped his nose into the flesh, and on another failed approach, his snout briefly pushed into the depth of her cleavage again, but the third time was the charm. With his lips the ideal distance away, he first huffed on the swollen flesh, something that made Mushi gasp in appreciation, and then he dragged his long, slippery, slobbery tongue across that flesh and the surrounding breast, savoring every aspect of the lick; the feel of those tiny, innumerable bumps that gave the otherwise-smooth flesh of the areola a wonderful texture, the noticeable hump of the nipple itself, and then the more rough flesh of her actual breast afterwards, covered in a fine sheen of salty sweat, a juice laden with pheromones and musk that Desmond licked up from Mushi's body whenever the opportunity was presented. He treated her to a few more of these deeply arousing licks, but, just to show that he wasn't biased, he switched to her other breast to deliver the same affection. Following such loving licks, he wrapped his lips around the flesh of the nub and sucked, expecting - and receiving - no milk, simply enjoying the act as the foreplay that it was. Mushi huffed and moaned in soft-spoken pleasure, but the truth of the matter was that Desmond's sloppy, yet affectionate ministrations saw her growing wet and needy in the confines of her shorts - she knew for a fact that her thong would be helplessly soaked before long.

Slowly and fondly, Mushi stroked through Desmond's silky locks with one paw, but the other roamed down his feminine body until it came to rest on his hips. With an impish grin reserved solely for feeling Desmond up, the ratdragon slid her heavy paw between his pelvis and his boxers, and from there, she clutched the fluffy warmth of his sheath, left dormant by the sheer volume he'd had to drink - whiskey-dick. Although it seemed his erection was content to sleep while Desmond and Mushi played, the tod was still responsive to her touch, for his back arched in an almost feline way, and a deep moan issued forth from his lungs, briefly pausing his sucking. He pulled off the nipple to kiss its' surface, and Mushi savored the feel of his slightly rubbery jowls and soft fur on the tender flesh. Lifting his head a little bit higher and straightening his back out, the tod planted a deep, wet kiss on the ratdragon's lips, snaking his tongue inside of her mouth, dragging it along her own, as well as her gums and teeth; Mushi shuddered and let the fox do as he pleased, both because she enjoyed it when he dominated her, and the fact that she wasn't feeling brave enough to test his gag reflex when he was drunk.

In the confines of Desmond's boxers, Mushi teased his sheath with greater persistence, alternating between a few of her favorite techniques. Most often, she clutched it in her paw and simply stroked along its' length with her thumb, but when the mood struck her - or if Desmond became especially aggressive and she needed a way to return the favor - she would slide a finger down inside of that sheath, gently wiggling and rubbing with the tip of it, fingering his sheath, in other words. It was the one surefire way to get the fox going, but even that pleasure was met with failure. In truth, Mushi had resigned herself to simply being cuddled, teased, and ultimately passed out on. It began to seem as though that was coming true, since the kiss slowly tapered off, and Desmond merely cuddled against Mushi, nuzzling into her neck, his arms slack on either side of her. As he settled down, so did she, slowly freeing her paw from his boxers, and from there, she wrapped her arms around his back. In the most endearing way, Desmond yawned - then cut the air with a belch, yet Mushi wasn't surprised in the least.

Not a minute after Mushi closed her eyes to try and sleep, Desmond squirmed and wiggled until she released him, and with all the grace to be expected of somebody so drunk, he rolled off of her body and landed just beside the mattress, upon the hardwood floor with a cringe-inducing thud!, though Desmond hardly noticed it. Standing up straight with only a minimum of wobbling, he licked his lips in Mushi's direction, then grinned. "Hey, roll over," the foxcoon said, his voice so lewd that Mushi just knew he was going to try something else, but as far as she was concerned, Desmond was harmless with so much liquor in his blood, and so she rolled over upon her belly, her tail lifted to expose the curve of her plump ass, clothed in denim shorts that were fashionably ratty where they'd been cut off, around the mid-thigh - "conservative" Daisy Dukes. "Rrr, yeah, that's what I want, right there," Desmond rumbled, moving to straddle Mushi again, though he leaned too far as he took his wide step over her and momentarily crashed against the wall. Collecting himself with no loss of pride, the fox pressed his hips against the warm, thick bulk of the ratdragon's ass and started to grind with inebriated ferocity, his bucking sloppy and careless, but full of energy and sexuality. "Heeey Moosh, honey?" asked the fox in a gentle, pretty please? tone, rubbing intently on her hip with one paw, clutching her long, tapering tail to his chest with his other arm. Though blushing from the lewdness of the act, Mushi huffed and said: "Yeah, baby, what is it?"

"I want something," Desmond growled, rubbing harder and harder with all his strength, still not sporting an erection - not that the lack of one was stopping him from dreaming. Though she already had a pretty good idea of just what it was that her cute little Dezzy wanted, Mushi closed her eyes and asked: "And that would be?" Grinning broadly, not that Mushi could see, he purred to her: "I want to fuck you in the ass, honey." That was a new one, at least with Desmond; he'd never brought it up to her before, not even once. "Uh, well, Dezzy," Mushi mumbled, her eyes once again open, her expression not at all sure, "I don't really enjoy getting fucked like that too much." Of course, Desmond pleaded with her, begging like a little child desperately wanting a cookie: "Come onnn, just this once?" Mushi sighed and rolled her eyes, about to simply tell him no, but it occurred to her that Desmond was, to put it nicely, handicapped for the time being. "Aw, okay, baby. I can't say no to you," she cooed, wearing a grin of her own. Once he gets frustrated, he'll just pass out, then I can finally get some sleep, too...

Mushi moved to roll over, and so Desmond briefly dismounted her, during which he shed his boxers - almost falling over in the process. On her side, she unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, then shoved them, along with her dampened thong, down to her ankles and kicked them off, leaving them somewhere in the floor to be collected the next morning. She took this moment to more comfortably settle face-down on the mattress, this time making use of the tod's pillow. "Alright, here you go, baby," Mushi cooed to him, deciding to at least make a spectacle of it if nothing else, "fuck my ass, you cute little foxy-coon." Just as ravenously as ever, Desmond pounced on the ratdragon and again rubbed his resting sheath and fuzzy balls against the ratdragon's ass, but with no clothing in the way, he was free to slip his sheath into the humid, loving heat of her fat ass cheeks, and from there, he contently hotdogged her with his sheath alone. Even though she wasn't a fan of anal play in general - at least, not in receiving it, since she was apt to treat Desmond to a tongue or a finger now and again - she felt herself shivering and relaxing at the feel of his cuddly, soft sheath grinding so lewdly upon the tender pucker of her asshole. "Ooh, it's so warm in here," the fox murred, moving both his paws to her plump, jiggling ass, groping those cuddly cheeks. Desmond rubbed his sheath into her more and more, but soon, Mushi began to feel something she really hoped she wouldn't - the unmistakable sensation of a throbbing, hard cock between her ass cheeks. Through sheer persistence and arousal, Desmond had overcome his whiskey-dick, and Mushi knew her fate had been sealed.

"H-hey, Dezzy, baby," she said with an uneasy laugh, brushing her tail across his face, "why do you wanna go fucking my ass, anyway? Wouldn't you rather have some nice, hot pussy instead, honey?" she offered, managing to look back at the twink fox, but he just licked his lips and shook his head. "I really appreciate that, but I wanna fuck your nice, tight ass instead," he rumbled, prodding the tip of his now fully-exposed cock against her pucker. It throbbed, oozing with pre, a mighty erection for such a small, drunk fox, and at its' base was a thick, swollen knot, something Mushi enjoyed having in her cunt, but it was a frightening proposition to have it under her tail. Biting his lip in intense concentration, the fox clutched his penis and pushed the pointed tip of it against Mushi's pink pucker, watching with perverted delight as he spread open that tender muscle and began to slip inside. Mushi shuddered and groaned, not at all sounds of pleasure, just stifled pain, and she clawed at both the mattress and the hardwood floor just in reach. "Ahh, oh, ow," she whimpered, closing her eyes tight. She didn't feel like crying, and it wasn't quite agonizing pain - just a very noticeable discomfort. "Ah, dammit," she gasped under her breath, nuzzling into the pillow.

Soon, Desmond was hilted, his knot kissing up nicely to the stretched ring of Mushi's tail hole, and with that, the worst was over - at least until he felt like bullying that knot inside. For a surprisingly considerate moment, the fox waited, merely bracing his paws against her hips. Mushi sighed and bit her lip, savoring the respite, but not the pain; that raw burn, the unmistakable discomfort of such sudden anal penetration. "Rrr, yeah," Desmond grumbled, beginning his slow, sloppy fuck, pulling his slender hips back, nearly removing his length from her ass, but not quite. With just the tip remaining in her snug passage, Desmond pushed his hips forward again, finding the entry considerably easier the second time, and Mushi had to agree, though it still made her hiss with pain. Ooh, god, that hurts, I'm gonna sit on your face for this or something... You'd probably like that, though... As time went on, that pain faded from the act more and more, and though Mushi was still stricken with a twinge of it now and again, she fell largely silent. However reluctant she was to admit it, she was still aroused - beneath her, her damp cunt left quite a damp spot on the mattress, but it wasn't the penetration that was turning her on, it was the tod's dominance. Blushing, she wiggled one of her heavy hands underneath herself, twisting her body to the side a bit to give herself room; Desmond didn't seem to notice or care, since it didn't interrupt his butt-pumping one bit. "Mmh, c'mon," Mushi whispered to only herself, brushing her fingers over the lips of her cunt, soon after parting them, pushing her fingers in knuckle-deep with a sharp gasp.

"This is so good," Desmond moaned, his thrusts becoming less and less coherent, soon simply plowing the ratdragon just as hard as he pleased, his knot viciously pounding against that sore asshole with every thrust. Almost as viciously as Desmond was fucking her in the ass, Mushi abused her own cunt, digging deep, rubbing all over her hot, pink walls, brushing her clit with her thumb. Panting and groaning, she found herself approaching her own climax, just as Desmond was nearing his own. "F-fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard!" Desmond gasped, throwing the entirety of his weight into every thrust, his breathing quick, his cock squirting its' sticky pre almost constantly. With a final mighty buck, the tod wedged his fat knot into Mushi's ass with a lewd pop!, and she shuddered, briefly pausing her fingering. As painful as that knotting was, Mushi savored the foxcoon's impassioned cry and the feel of his sticky jism shooting into her, coating her walls, filling her with warmth, and it spurred her to pump her cunt again, to finger herself as hard and fast as she had to. It was a ferocious finger-fucking that left her paw soaked, but it finally paid off in the form of an intense climax, one that saw her clench down on her fingers and Desmond's hilted, throbbing penis, enhancing his afterglow, but bringing her into her own with a sharp pain. "Aaah, Desmond, baby!" she groaned into the pillow, afterwards nuzzling into it, her arm pinned slack beneath her, and in much the same way, her bulky body relaxed beneath Desmond's own.

Mushi thought to ask Desmond how it was for him, but he was already snoring; she yawned and closed her eyes, content with sleeping beneath the fox; besides, in the morning, she could return the favor and hold his hair for him.