FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

--1

Carter loved, in a feminine shoe-shopping manner, the shirt he'd found. It was positively beautiful, the way it complimented his eyes. And the price - though not a large concern to him anyway - was more than agreeable. Grinning, he rubbed the silk piece against his muzzle, an act of imprinting, nothing more, but then he noticed the tag, and he realized the dimensions were all wrong. It was made to fit what was called, in the world of two-legged animal tailoring, an average build.

Which, of course, meant that it wouldn't fit a long-bodied pine marten. Not unless he felt like showing off his midriff, and although he was certainly comfortable presenting himself, he was looking for a shirt that would actually cover him.

Uncharacteristically frowning, Carter set the shirt aside, and he began to dig through the shelves.

Average.

Average.

Average.

Average.

Elongated. Elongated!

When he finally saw elongated on a tag, he was elated, and he pulled the shirt out... Only to see that it wasn't what he had been searching for. Not a handsome, light blue that made his eyes seem radiant, this was tacky. Hideous. Carter tucked it back onto the shelf with a contemptuous "eugh," and he glanced around, paws on hips, face indignant.

A few racks over, Carter saw the same pattern of shirt he'd been digging for, and he trotted his way over. Even from the top of the rack, however, he could see all of the tags, and they all laughed at him with average build.

I hate shopping for clothes, Carter told himself.

Just about to chalk the day up to a lost cause, he spotted the most interesting thing right by the changing booths.

--2

The foxcoon wore blue jeans so snug, they looked like spray-paint. Had he sported a larger endowment, the outline would've been a felony. He was wearing the same top Carter had been desperately searching for, and though it didn't match the cute twink's emerald eyes, it still complimented his look; that fox made that top his.

Carter thought he was a downright pretty thing, and definitely worth at least a good checking-out, but it was what the tod held that made Carter move in for the proverbial kill; he had a purse. Black leather, compact, modern - it looked quite sharp, indeed, but it was obviously a woman's piece. Or a gay fox's manbag, the marten thought, stepping up behind the vulpine.

"Gurl, that purse and that top?" he tutted, a cheeky smile making a toothless crease out of his lips.

The fox snapped his head around, but then he slowly turned his body, leaving his feet planted; he was admirably flexible, Carter thought, but he had nothing on a marten. "It's my girlfriend's," he said wearily, but he was at least smiling. His expression said yeah, I know.

"Right," Carter said enigmatically, rubbing his chin and narrowing his eyes as if in deep thought. "I'm sure a guy like you has a _girl_friend... With a vagina and everything, no less."

"And what would make you question that, huh?" the fox asked, but not in a confrontational way. Now moving his feet, he turned to stand toe-to-toe with Carter, yet to a lanky marten like him, that foxcoon was barely shoulder-high at the points of his ears.

Though doing all he could to suppress it, Carter still grinned, and he reached out. The fox didn't flinch away as the handsome pine marten stroked over his braid, rubbing it between a thumb and forefinger, afterward letting his paw rub over the vulpine's chest, across the blue design of the shirt with a mild longing. "Oh, no reason. Lots of foxes are prettier than most girls. Nothing unusual there."

"Uh huh," grunted the fox, though he had a wide grin. "But that's surprising to you, huh? That I have a girlfriend?"

"Well, yeah, it is. I wouldn't have remarked on it otherwise," Carter smiled, cupping the tod's chin, under which he began to rub. "You just look like the type who might prefer a little bit of some pine marten loving to, uh," a stealthy glance one way, then the other, and finally, under his breath and confidentially close, "pussy. Just saying."

The tod licked over his lips, exposing a barbell-studded tongue to Carter; seeing it made the marten flash his own barbell. Grinning at the sight of that, liking Carter more and more, the blonde-haired foxcoon nipped the tall creature's finger, and then he growled cutely. "Why can't I like both?"

Carter grinned even wider, showing his teeth in a halfway-malicious manner. The pine marten leaned closer to the tod, leaning down as if for a kiss, yet before that moment to come to fruition - if it was even going to - a female call broke the fox's attention and left Carter standing over thin air.

"Hey, Dez - what do you think?" the voice said, before its' owner emerged from the changing booth.

A lovely hyena girl, she was even shorter than "Dez," but built well. Carter could see no fat, only a neatly-trimmed body, though her true definition was a mystery to him. Wearing jeans that were, ironically, not as tight as the foxcoon's and a purple sweater that accentuated her modest bosom in the most delicious way, her figure was enjoyable in any regard. That, plus a healthy, brown-spotted coat, a face that was not flawlessly beautiful, but still pretty, and shoulder-length hair a shade more brunette than the darkest points of her fur, all came together to make her quite the pretty thing.

The hyena smiled as she met the foxcoon's eyes, but then she noticed Carter's proximity to her boyfriend - and she saw the tod's blush. "Oh, my god," she deadpanned, "you're leaving me for this... Ferret?" she asked, glancing at Carter apologetically.

"Pine marten, ma'am," Carter said, dripping with reverence.

"Pine marten, right." She clasped her paws behind her back, and from behind her, Carter saw her short tail flick cutely. "Who's your new friend, Desmond?"

"I dunno yet," Desmond said, glancing at Carter with a coy smile. "I think he was about to tell me - that, or shove his tongue down my throat."

Carter grinned. "Isn't that how you greet a fox?" A glance at the hyena from the corner of his eye; hyenas could be wickedly protective. He wasn't interested in seeing if she could snap bones like her ancestors.

The hyena alleviated Carter's concerns with a jab of her own. "That, or a finger up his butt."

Desmond flattened his ears and crossed his arms; he didn't realize he was still holding the purse, and it made him look all the more pouty.

Carter chuckled in mischief, and he flicked the long, luxuriant fluff of his tail. He noted to himself, however, that his pretty tail couldn't compare to Desmond's in length nor fluff. And then he had a brief vision of wrapping that around his neck while he nailed the twink from behind. Maybe this hyena's that cool. I think this day could get a lot better...

"Well, anyway," the hyena said, sidling up to Desmond, half-hugging him, taking her purse back with the other paw, "I'm Anna, and this is Desmond."

Carter smiled and nodded respectfully. "Nice to meet you, Anna. Yes, I'd already met the missus," he said, then nodding to Desmond, who just sneered warily. "My name is... Carter," he said, screwing his jowls up as if he'd found a piece of gristle in a hamburger. "That's what mother calls me, anyway. Just call me Reise."

"Dez, here," Desmond said, nodding sympathetically. "I only get called Desmond when I'm in trouble."

"You call him Desmond often, Anna?" Carter said, smiling.

"Day's not complete without it," Anna growled, squeezing Desmond close. Though the smallest of the trio by far, she exuded an obvious dominance. Desmond seemed to defer without question.

"Yeah, yeah," Desmond grunted, making no attempt to wiggle away. "Would you believe Carter--" the marten shot the fox an exaggerated grimace, and Desmond grimaced too, "--Reise, sorry. Would you believe he was surprised I have a girlfriend?"

Anna laughed - it was gentle and sweet - and kissed the foxcoon's lips. "Oh, Dez, sweetie," she cooed, "it surprises me, too."

Carter grinned again, but he covered his muzzle with some modesty. Modesty which he promptly abandoned. "I think he's secretly gay," the marten began.

"Secretly?" Anna broke in, but Carter didn't let her interrupt. He didn't even break character.

"God, he was flirting so much. Telling me how pretty my eyes are, how they compliment his shirt. Would you believe," a quick glance around, but one more for show than anything else, "that he proposed a quickie in the changing booth?"

"Gosh," Anna said, recoiling from Desmond, her face horrified, but her eyes lit with a grin all their own, "a quickie, Desmond? You're usually good for a 'round-the-world with strange guys in the clothing store!"

Carter started to laugh, almost giggling. Any girl - any person, period - who could make him laugh was worth the time. He liked Anna.

"Well, at least you've got good taste, Desmond; he's pretty cute," Anna cooed, smiling coyly at Carter.

Carter really liked Anna now. Smiling bashfully, he postured and stretched, puffing out his slender, but toned chest, coiling his tail about his leg, bending his taut torso in ways to make even the most devout of yoga instructors green with envy. "Aw, shucks," he said, afterward blowing a kiss at the hyena.

"No, no, really... And I've never seen anything like you before," she grinned, showing off rows and rows of teeth made to kill and rip meat off of bones - meticulously cleaned and wonderfully straight, too. The sight of them sent tingles up Carter's long spine.

You like exotic boys, huh? He glanced at Desmond, and then it clicked; that pretty raccoon mask and the bands, the weird indigo shade of his ears, those abnormally green eyes and the silky hair... Of course Anna liked exotic boys. "Thanks," he grinned. "Y'know, you two seem like all right people. How about a little lunch? There's a great little Mexican place in the food court."

Desmond and Anna shared a glance, and then they both grinned at Carter. "Sounds great," Anna cooed.

--3

Desmond, Anna, and Carter all shared a table in the mall's food court, outside of the fragrant Mexican storefront - El Chunky Burrito, a name that, miraculously, none of them riffed on. It had been Carter's treat, and he insisted that Desmond and Anna get whatever they like; to that end, Desmond had a colossal burrito - an order Carter mirrored - and Anna had a trio of hard tacos, all of them dripping with hot sauce. For a time, they tore into their food, and they ate without words.

With her mighty jaws and deadly teeth, Anna crunched into the tacos and ate in contentment.

Carter perused the hyena for just a few seconds; she had, of course, replaced the sweater that she had tried on, although it was in her shopping bag. Instead of that fine, breast-popping sweater, she was wearing the simple tee she'd left home with which had, in a bold typeface, the words FINGERS ARE DELICIOUS across the chest. Watching her mercilessly rip her sharp teeth into the hard shell of her taco, Carter acknowledged the fact that he had no desire at all to see Anna's bad side.

The marten glanced at Desmond, and they exchanged friendly smiles; Carter accentuated his with a gentle dip of his head. The foxcoon lifted his burrito, but he nibbled upon it, avoiding phallic connotations

Carter muscled right into them; he took the open end of his burrito down into his mouth, and then he thrust his tongue down into it. As he pulled the wrap back, grease and sour cream dripped copiously from his tongue, and he regarded Desmond with a subtle, but obnoxiously sexual moan. It made the tod blush.

Anna was taken away from her food with a serious case of the giggles, and so Carter went down on his burrito again. It was even sensual and slutty when he took a bite of it, chewed, and swallowed. "Mmm, this is good - so hot and thick."

Desmond was grinning and blushing; Carter thought he had the advantage, but he was mistaken; nobody could outdo a fox when it came to being a pervert. The foxcoon engulfed his burrito just as Carter had, but he bobbed and sucked on the phallic wrap, and he wriggled his tongue down into it. He pulled back, taking a bite as he did, and after slowly chewing and swallowing, he licked up a rivulet of grease that had run down the tortilla.

Carter grinned impishly; Anna was blushing crimson, giggling wildly, losing so much composure that she was almost doing that hyena cackle and crying. "Jeez, Dez," Carter tutted, "you're a slut."

"You started it!" Desmond blurted out, but with a laugh.

"Nuh uh! Mom, he's being mean!" Carter whined to Anna, hoping for her involvement, but there was no getting it.

"Oh my god," she gasped, uttering the words in between snatches of laughter that drew more attention to the group than either the fox's or the marten's antics. "You're both so weird!" she cackled.

The pine marten paused to enjoy Anna's laughter, regarding it with a cheeky, genuine smile. "She always laugh like that about dick jokes?"

"Yeah," Desmond grinned, looking Anna right in the eyes. "It's brain damage."

Anna smacked the fox on the side of the head, laughing harder.

"Ow! See? She can't even control herself!"

Smack! Even more giggling. "Dick!"

"Ouch! Tourettes, too!" Desmond whined.

Anna smacked him again, but then she pulled him close, nearly out of his chair, and she gave his cheek a soft lick. Afterward, she calmed her giggles into little convulsions, before finally stopping entirely with a hoo sound. "Oh, god," she finally sighed, pecking the tod on the lips. "If I've got brain damage," the hyena said, without any laughter at all, "you two are functionally retarded."

"I'm not exactly denying anything," Carter said, putting on a toothy smile. He hoped to get Anna giggling again, but no luck.

"I think he's a bad influence," Desmond said to Anna, looking at Carter, casually holding his burrito which had since slopped a good portion of its' filling onto the splayed wrapper.

"He sure is," Anna concurred, sizing the marten up. "We did always talk about getting one of those, though."

Carter grinned coyly. "I'm available for private sessions," he said - and only after the fact did he realize how lewd it sounded. So lewd, in fact, that he blushed.

Desmond blushed too. Anna didn't. She grinned wide, just exposing a hint of teeth, but even that small amount turned her cute smile into a demonic caricature of a friendly expression. "Private, huh... Wow. Forward."

"That's not what I meant," the marten said, backpedaling, but not too hard. Anna's very smile said that she didn't mind the idea of getting her paws on him - and he already had a pretty good idea that Desmond would follow her into Hell and back.

"Liar," Anna growled, but she grinned more maliciously than ever.

Carter's grin took on a more subtle quality. "What if I am? I don't think you'd mind taking me home, would you?"

If the marten expected a lame joke to the effect of it depends on if you're housebroken or I hope you've had your shots, he was disappointed; Anna degraded into a bluntness that he could only chalk up to the hyena's sex drive. "I wouldn't - nah." Very deliberately, she took a bite of her taco, letting Carter watch as her wicked teeth tore into the hard shell - but much slower than before. Throughout, she was careful to maintain eye contact.

Carter thought the dominance was cute - even sexy. He licked his lips, and he flicked his tail. Submission wasn't in his bag of tricks, not except under the most extraordinary of circumstances, but a little slap and tickle could still be a very entertaining and arousing thing. With a single glance at Desmond, he could see that the fox was blushing, lips pursed, ears subtly flattened; he wasn't playing that little game. It was between Carter and Anna.

After swallowing, Anna took a sip of a drink she was sharing with Desmond, and then she leaned over the table somewhat, her eyes drilling into Carter; the marten guessed she was undressing him with them. "So, are you busy tonight?" she asked, book-ending her query with a soft smile.

"I am now," Carter winked, and he went back to eating his burrito. Shortly, they were all eating again, with a minimum of sexual undertones.

--4

Being that Desmond, Anna, and Carter lived in the city, none of them saw a need to own a car, and so nobody was uncomfortable walking home. They talked and teased a little bit along the way, but, purely for fear of being arrested, they kept it tame.

In the foxcoon and hyena's apartment, Anna headed off to the bedroom, presumably to sort her new clothes.

Desmond stuck around with Carter, and he sidled up to the marten with a coy smile and an arm around the lanky creature's torso.

Carter slithered an arm around the foxcoon just as casually, yet his height over the tod saw him grab him more around the shoulders. "Something on your mind?"

"There kinda is, yeah," Desmond cooed, and then he took hold of Carter's paw. He led the tall marten to the sofa, a comfy little curved piece, and he sat in the crook of the corner seat.

Carter took his place beside the long-haired fox, and he quite casually snuggled up, squeezing Desmond close, pulling the tod's head against his slender chest. From there, he nosed into the silk locks of Desmond's hair, savoring the feel of it on his snout, the light scent of a tasteful shampoo; clearly, the foxcoon took good care of his hair.

No matter how cuddly Carter was, Desmond clearly wanted no part of such banal sweetness. Growling in lust, he took hold of the marten's crotch, squeezing upon thick male flesh through the durable denim fly of his jeans.

Carter was stricken by Desmond's forward behavior for all of two seconds, spurred into a groan and rendered useless, yet he recovered with a vengeance, and he meant to make his dominion known to the cute fox. Desmond's turf or not, Carter was determined to be the alpha; so clearly was the fox Anna's bitch. He'd be Carter's bitch, too. He wasn't wrong to assume that Desmond had a submissive streak a mile long.

Paws on the tod's shoulders, Carter pinned Desmond back onto the cushions of the sofa, startling an endearing little yip! from his lips. Carter liked that noise; it was cute and submissive. Just like you are, the marten thought. He ground his pelvis against Desmond's and he pressed his teeth into the twink foxcoon's neck, where he gnawed and bit with needle-pointed mustelid teeth.

Experiencing Carter's overbearing dominance made Desmond submit in seconds flat, but his suddenness and eagerness in doing so made it clear that he wanted to be under the marten's thumb off the line. He squirmed and huffed, offering his neck in the most bottom of ways, encouraging - and receiving - more love-bites and -gnaws which made his flesh tingle. Further south, his crotch was tented, his knotted cock swollen, aching, struggling against the material of both his briefs and his jeans. It throbbed desperately, more and more so with each of Carter's insistent grinds and humps, the clothed frottage leaving Desmond ready to be fucked in the most primal of manners.

Keeping Desmond pinned down with a forearm across the fox's chest, Carter reached down, and with a slender, dexterous paw, he began to slide down the twink's zipper. Tooth by tooth, he made to free the fox's erection, but Anna interrupted.

Her emergence from the bedroom went unnoticed by the fox and the marten, and so she made herself apparent. "Nice to see you boys getting along," she grinned, leaning over the back of the sofa. She looked Desmond in his blushing face, and then into Carter's eyes, once he turned his head.

"Jeez!" he huffed. "Desmond is being such a little prostitute," he said in convincing disappointment, sitting back on his knees. When Anna sat behind and to the side of him, he leaned back, his slender back to her modest chest. Abusing an almost unnerving flexibility, he leaned down and pecked her on the cheek with a kiss.

Anna kissed back, on the lips, and she wrapped an arm around the marten's body. "Oh, yeah, he gets like that," she tutted.

"Mhm! He pulled me down on him... Got my dick all hard, now I gotta deal with that. God, Dez," he sighed, shaking his head at the fox.

Desmond looked at Carter with a dull, vaguely ashamed expression. His fly half-open, an erection making the whites of his boxers visible in the gap, the fur of his neck matted down with saliva in some spots and combed to stupid angles in others by nibbling teeth, he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed. "You guys are mean," he grunted.

Carter could detect very little playfulness in that, but Anna squeezed him tighter and started to gnaw on his neck. If she's in on it, I know Dez is, Carter told himself, and he immediately returned fire. He stole a kiss on her lips, one she returned. Going in for another, he got his lower lip bitten softly; on a third, he lashed out with his tongue, and he got one lick across her lips before she nipped that, too. Carter grunted, but grinned, and he bit sharply on the hyena's neck, making her gasp, and then growl. "Fuck," he murred, gazing right into Anna's eyes, yet he wasn't speaking to her, "it's hard to get my attention when a hot, mean girl like this has it..."

Anna leaned in and made to nip the marten, but instead, he kissed her, shoving his barbell-studded tongue deep into her mouth, making her moan, then shudder, and then growl. Behaving with no shame whatsoever, they sucked tongues and swapped spit not as if Desmond were absent, but with full acknowledgment of how outwardly callous and cruel it seemed. Carter wasn't even content to just make out with Anna; cuckoldry was fine and well, but Desmond was his favorite point in the triangle. Holding Anna close with one lanky arm, Carter reached down with his free paw, and he undid his zipper. Even the button was no challenge with only one paw. Beneath, the black, tented groin pouch of two-toned boxer-briefs awaited unpacking.

The fact that Carter was sucking on his girlfriend's mouth wasn't hurtful to Desmond; not in any real way, at least. It was part of Anna's myriad games, and he knew it. He liked to be teased, abused, walked on; Carter's masculinity made a perfect stepping-stone for that. She wasn't his mistress outright, but she dominated him with head games enough to fit the part.

Leaning closer, his cheeks alight with blush, his paws moving tentatively, Desmond clutched the bulge of Carter's penis. Even through the underpants, the flesh was unmistakably blunt, "normal," but pleasing to the fox either way. A fox was rarely one to discriminate over the shape of a penis. After this grope, he pulled down the red-and-black undergarment, along with the marten's jeans, which Carter helpfully shifted around to assist with; in the process of getting disrobed, the pine marten sat back proper, and leaned more comfortably into Anna.

Carter's penis wasn't necessarily remarkable, but it was beautiful in this simplicity. Its' dark brown, uncut flesh throbbed with a swollen erection, the shaft curving upwards; a prostate puncher if the fox had ever seen one. That blunt, drooling glans was a few shades lighter than the outer flesh of the foreskin, a coffee shade to the chocolate of the shaft, coming to this in a soft gradient - but these homogenous shades were interrupted subtly by a pink tint, noticeable only in the tip. Hanging below, so clean of fur that it seemed it came that way naturally, the marten's scrotum was proportionate. It was as desirable as that cock was, the wrinkled flesh the same chocolate shade as his member.

Desmond took hold of that marten member in one paw, the furless balls in the other. In one swift dip of his head, he engulfed that penis, inch after inch disappearing in his hot, wet mouth, the tip at once pushing past the threshold of his throat while his lips came to rest against the base. Having his muzzle buried in Carter's lap left his nose in the thick, bush-like fluff that was the very end of the marten's treasure trail, where a soft musk emanated, so well-washed and subtle that it was apparent to Desmond only on the instinctive level, but it was certainly effective. The tod began to bob and suckle, rolling Carter's scrotum this way and that in his soft, padded paw. What cock flesh wasn't buried in the warmth of his mouth was squeezed and rubbed in the other paw. Whenever the marten's cock entered the clandestine passage of the foxcoon's throat, it was hugged tightly in a swallow - and that was quite often.

Carter had to pause the kiss to pant and growl; Desmond's blowjob really was that good. And yet Carter didn't let it distract him for too long, for he returned to violating Anna's maw, slobbering across her deadly enamel and teasing along the soft flesh of her gums. Across her ribbed palate and especially over her own tongue, he had no shame, no fears; he sucked that hyena's face as well as his dick was being sucked.

Even if it was horribly stereotypical of him, Desmond loved the taste of the marten's penis, and that of the frequent spurts of pre that splattered across his tongue and dreamily glazed down the insides of his throat. However, he liked other things, too, and he aimed to satisfy these desires. After pulling off of Carter's cock, he turned his attention to the throbbing scrotum beneath, the surface of which was already smeared with surplus drool from the blowjob, but it got licked well, all the same. Exhibiting incredible skill with his tongue, Desmond treated Carter's balls to long, loving lollipop licks. Further likening his performance to eating candy, he gobbled that sack up into his mouth, and he sucked upon the entirety of it.

The marten was only just able to maintain his composure once Desmond began to spit-shine his balls, but he hung onto that composure for dear life. In much the same way, he made sure Desmond knew his place; he wrapped a long leg tightly around the foxcoon's back, and then he snatched up a fistful of the beautifully silky locks that made up the tod's hair; though Desmond couldn't yelp or whimper with balls filling his mouth, Carter heard a distinct, high noise from the fox, and he noted a sharp increase in the intensity of his suckles. Exerting the entirety of his control, Carter clutched the foxcoon's skull, still holding that hair as a cruel leash of sorts, and he forced his head lower, angling his hips in the same instant.

There was only one place to go, one way to please Carter from there. Desmond wasn't a stranger to it, nor was he opposed. Carter's continued domination had him hot and bothered beyond comprehension, and this only made it so much better - or worse, depending on your perspective. Closing his eyes, keeping his ears flat to his skull in an outward display of submission, Desmond dragged his tongue over the pucker of the marten's tail hole. There was no way for the fox to be completely precise, of course, and those licks slathered not only that orifice, but the nearby taint and a good portion of the crack of his ass.

Carter clenched his asshole tightly and he growled into Anna's mouth, but that noise was meant for Desmond; he just couldn't be bothered to go to the trouble of ending the kiss, demeaning the fox, and then getting back into it. As it was, simply having the fox licking his tail hole was pretty degrading unto itself, though he spiced it up with a tug on the tod's hair; he got a soft yelp and some much harder, more focused laps out of the twink, and that pleased Carter greatly.

When having his asshole spit-shined grew weary, Carter yanked on the mane of Desmond's hair, pulling him up high enough that his feminine snout bumped the marten's cock - and just like that, the fox resumed his oh so skilled cocksucking. Carter was positively delighted with that, but he could feel his orgasm starting to creep up on him. It was a ways off, for he had good endurance - something friends and ex-lovers would attest to - but the marten wanted to switch things up. Here, he had a beautiful, swinging couple as new friends and even newer fuckbuddies; he was perfectly in the right to take advantage of that; the marten broke the kiss, that impassioned slobbering ending with one last, resounding suck.

The hyena nuzzled Carter firmly, growling in her dominance, just enjoying his closeness, the feel of his lanky body. She rubbed over his chest, beneath his shirt, caressing his elongated torso. When the urge infrequently struck her, she rubbed intently upon his nipples, thumbing the piercing - a cool, smooth barbell - which broke up one.

Carter made a low, pleased churring sound, and he lightly squeezed the small hyena's hip. "Hey, Anna?"

A low, resonant growl preceded Anna's reply; pleasure from Carter's touch or just anticipation of what was to come, nobody knew but her. "Yeah?"

"I'm getting bored with your boyfriend's mouth," he grinned, an expression Anna mirrored. Carter winked, and the hyena nodded.

Pulling back from Carter, lying back on the other half of the corner sofa, Anna unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans, and she hurriedly kicked them off; one of the legs flapped across Carter's arm, and the marten grabbed it, disrobing the hyena with a few soft, helpful tugs. "Thanks," she muttered, so absently that the marten didn't bother to reply - although he also appeared mesmerized by the dampened outline of the girl's cunt in her panties, obscenely visible through the soft, dark blue material.

While Anna negotiated her panties - something Carter wished he could have taken care of himself - the marten withdrew his shaft from Desmond's maw, who was sucking and gulping as eagerly as ever, as if doing all he could to convince Carter not to take it away from him. That simply wasn't in the cards, though; Carter wanted pussy, and as it clearly seemed to be, Carter got whatever he wanted.

Gripping the mane of the tod's hair, the marten pulled the fox back, exiting his hot, damp maw; after being so thoroughly loved in that muzzle, the cool air of the apartment felt almost frigid, but Carter reminded himself he'd be getting something hot again very soon. Desmond muttered some sex-crazed, inarticulate appeal to Carter, a desperate shot in the dark to keep sucking that cock; Carter rewarded it with a sharp and unexpected smack across the face, one delivered with his turgid penis. The smack was muffled by fur, but clear all the same; Carter heard Desmond gasp, and Anna snickered. "Don't beg, Dez," Carter grinned, bumping the tip into the foxcoon's quivering lips. "You got your bone. Share, now."

The controlling marten turned his head and twisted his body, facing Anna in this manner; she was lying back on the sofa, pants and panties entirely shed, and between her toned legs, Carter spied a beautiful, black-furred mound with a subtle crease of wet pink bisecting it like a grin. Abusing his flexibility, he splayed himself over the hyena, unscrewing his twisted body, and this left his hips between the girl's legs, his saliva-slathered cock coming to rest on that fine, black muff.

With another sensual contortion of his lengthy body, the marten folded himself and planted a kiss upon Anna's lips - one returned with a nip. Bending further still, he nosed the silk screened lettering of her shirt. "Fingers are delicious," he cooed, "but pussy tastes even better." He grinned impishly.

"Fuck now," Anna huffed, "snack later." Hurriedly, perhaps to spur Carter on, she pulled her shirt up, and with some writhing, she got it off and tossed it away. She had on a very simple bra underneath it, a piece that was tasteful and sensible. Carter didn't like it, and he was happy when she took it off, exposing a set of modest, and yet very pleasing breasts that the marten was compelled to nuzzle into - and though Anna did moan softly, she also spurred him with a nip upon the tip of one of his ears.

"Bossy, bossy," Carter sniggered, and then he started to enter the hyena, groaning softly from the feel of her snug, saturated walls. Even if he hadn't been dripping with Desmond's spit, he guessed that Anna would've been wet enough on her own. Very quickly, he was hilted in the writhing hyena; he didn't even look back at Desmond. He just started to fuck Anna, giving it to the hyena bitch with rough, rude thrusts which displaced liquids native to that cunt and otherwise; the sounds were gross in their own sexy way.

The sights and sounds of Carter callously fucking Anna, who moaned and groaned like a very common whore, was hurtful to Desmond in the best ways. Watching such a domineering man have his girlfriend there in front of him, fully aware of the act and the severity of it, was thrilling. It was the ultimate form of dominion from Anna, too, willingly spreading her legs for another man, howling and gasping for him in ways that Desmond could so rarely work out of her. Acknowledging the perversion of the situation, he took his swollen shaft out from his briefs, freeing that pink, knotted cock, and he started to jerk himself off.

"God, babe," Anna groaned, hugging herself tightly to Carter's lithe body, stifling any and all jiggles of her proportionally-gifted bosom, but that was inconsequential to Carter. "You're so good," she whined, but with a lusting flair, exhibiting no clear submission to the marten. "I don't think I've ever been fucked like this before..."

Carter had since misplaced his grin, rendered grimacing and huffing in pleasure and exertion, making use of every ounce of strength in his springy body to plow the needy girl. Truthfully, a good portion of it was self-serving, but that was what sex was about, in his mind; everybody getting something they wanted. Anna's broad praise made him blush, but also grin. However, in a moment of self-consciousness, he glanced at Desmond. He had to know that everything was still on the level, that some line wasn't being crossed, but when he saw the fox panting, blushing, dick in paw, he knew everything was fine. "Thanks," he muttered to Anna, still looking Desmond's way, "I try to be a good lay..."

Anna showed her mighty, bone-crunching teeth in a grimace of her own, one to dwarf Carter's in an almost comical way. To him, she looked terrifying like this, with eyes squinted shut and ears pinned back, her brunette locks rendered haphazard around her face and the couch beneath. Sexually disheveled was the phrase that popped into mind. "Gonna cum," she grunted through her white teeth, and she squeezed down on the lanky marten's neck so tightly that, for a split-second, the marten thought she was going to strangle him.

The hyena made good on her warning, her climax striking her moments later, sending waves of pleasure up her spine and out to her extremities before thundering its' way back down her writhing, tensing form, exploding in her cunt in such a ferocious way that she cried out, yowling so hotly that the neighbors must have had a pretty good idea of what was going on. "Ooh... Ohh, shit," she gasped, and then she emitted a sharp, strained little giggle. It didn't sound terribly joyous, coming across as more nervous, an idle noise, but something perfectly natural for a hyena. Her spasming pussy gushed with a small rush of fluids, this liquid smearing down over Carter's idly-grinding cock and across his furless coin purse; his thrusting had ceased when she squeezed him about the neck.

"Good for you?" Carter asked, while Anna longingly groomed his impressive neck with great laps.

"Very," she sighed, opening her eyes just long enough to gaze at Carter before closing them again, but this time, it seemed more restful, much less forced than her grimace. "You didn't get off, did you...?"

"No, ma'am," Carter grinned. "You mind if I finish up?"

"Actually," Anna subtly grinned back, again looking the pine marten in his eyes, "I do. Desmond's been a good boy - so have you." A nod in the foxcoon's direction, who had since stopped jerking off, and was eagerly awaiting his turn. "Fuck my boyfriend. He's really tight..."

Carter nodded, but as he exited the warm, deep reaches of Anna's post-orgasm snatch, he had the beginnings of a very queer thought.

As he climbed over Desmond, who had helpfully disrobed from the waist down, it finally dawned on him. How the hell does she know he's tight? But as he loomed over the foxcoon and perused his beautiful, helpless body, he pushed that thought away, and he let the moment overtake him.

--5

Anna was a beautiful girl. She was small; toned, yet very ladylike; energetic; fuckable; Carter liked her. But, as he slowly entered the helpless foxcoon, Carter loved Desmond. Not in any romantic manner, and not in friendship, which they'd hardly known each other long enough for. Carter just loved that body, that tight anal passage, and the way that girlishly handsome face contorted and grimaced as he entered said anal passage. He wasn't too big for Desmond, but he was big enough; the foxcoon cooed and groaned, arching his spine, pouting out his chest, covered with the very shirt Carter had wished to own for himself. It was as beautiful on the fox as ever, but the marten was tired of looking at it; still easing into the twink, he quickly undid every button along its' front, and he pulled the two halves apart, exposing a delightfully slender and fluff-furred chest.

Carter rumbled pleasurably as he fondled Desmond's fine body. He stroked across subtle creases of muscle tone and fluffy clouds of downy, white fur, and he teasingly rubbed into the pert, pink nipples which peered tentatively from the fur. By all rights, Desmond was pretty - maybe prettier than Anna in some ways. The pine marten relished how beautiful the foxcoon was, but he didn't dwell on it for too long; when his hips finally butted up against the foxcoon's body, he made that low churring sound once more, and he nuzzled into the tod's neck. "Well, Dez," he cooed, "you a good boy?" A grin.

Desmond blushed - but he grinned back, however contrived it was. "Sometimes. I'm a good fuck, either way."

"I can tell," Carter murmured, and he eased his hips back. What began as a slow recession all the way to the tip turned into brutal lovemaking when he pounded his meat back in, filling the foxcoon's ass so ruthlessly that the tod found it very gratifying; he gasped sharply, and he wrapped his arms tightly about the marten's neck, yelping some inarticulate cry to him. That singular, opening thrust wasn't just for effect, either; Carter made that his pace, jerking back and pounding in again and again, wallowing out the fox's asshole with his long, strong, curved cock. It drooled constantly with pre, but the residual fluids from Anna's cunt had left it with a lubricated sheen to begin with. This wetness made fucking Desmond an almost effortless affair, and his cock freely squished in and squirted out of the twink's ass.

Those blissfully lewd noises were almost lost on the marten's ears for all of Desmond's howling and gasping; a noisy thing in bed, apparently, he made it abundantly clear that, even as loud as Anna was, he was the screamer of the two. "Mmh, yeah! Yeah, babe, fuck me!" he gasped to Carter.

Who am I to refuse that? Carter asked himself with a broadening grin and a deepening stroke with each thrust, his grinds now wedging his member in at such an angle and with so much force that the curving shaft ground his blunted tip into the twink's prostate; Desmond's cries took on an almost hysterical flair here, becoming laced with homoerotic calls and wild-animal yowls.

Starting to gruffly pant, feeling his orgasm nearing, but still remaining a small marathon away, the studly marten clutched Desmond's throbbing, knotted penis in a soft paw. He felt the sissy clench and heard him gasp; it was no surprise to him at all that Desmond liked Carter's touch, and yet he was compelled to ask: "Feel good, foxy?"

"Fuck yes!" Desmond whimpered in bliss, his ears flat to his skull, his spine arching in a manner to make the marten proud. He was curling his toes and clenching like a vise on that uncut dick, his very tight and fuckable behind begging for that marten cock's discharge.

Carter thought he had a little time before his orgasm, an opportunity to really tease Desmond, and he had already begun on this cruel road by thumbing the pointed, drooling tip of the long-haired fox's cock, but that was when Anna surprised him. It wasn't a surprise like her turning out to be a secret whore inside, or the fact that she was actually quite the ballbreaker. It was related to the latter, but Carter didn't grasp the totality of that until now.

Anna had pressed up to his backside, and she was grinding a well-lubed, blunt-tipped strap-on against the pucker of his asshole. It all but ceased his grinding, and it made him glance back at Anna with, for the first time since they'd met, a nervous expression. "You're, um?" he grunted, and that fragment was the best he could manage.

"Yeah," Anna said. One of her big, broad, famous grins. "You're fucking my boyfriend. Usually, that's my job." She jabbed the first inch of the toy into the marten's asshole; he gasped and shuddered, obviously unaccustomed to being fucked, but not new to it. "So, I'm gonna fuck someone's ass..."

"Ooh," Carted cooed, leaning over Desmond again. "Yes ma'am," he grinned, and then he coiled his luxuriant tail around her back.

It was slow and sloppy to get into the right pace, at first, but with a small amount of practice, Carter and Anna's paces became fast and sloppy. As Carter thrust into the foxcoon, Anna would pull back; as Carter pulled back, Anna thrust into the marten for maximum effect, the toy's silicone balls - a nice touch, Carter thought - limply slapping into his own with each buck of the little hyena's hips. It was absurd and obscene, he thought, to be sandwiched between two lovers, but as Anna rubbed his hips and Desmond desperately begged him for more loving, everything felt correct.

With Anna quite skilfully maintaining her steady, firm rhythm and Desmond's hot asshole working over every inch of his meat, Carter couldn't hold out. Great endurance he may have had; sexual skill enough to dazzle any partner a given; but a tight orifice over his dick and a silicone cock buried under his tail, delivered by a sparky and sexy hyena girl? It was hopeless. He ground fervently into the foxcoon with everything he had, throwing the last of his energy and endurance into just a few more ass-wrecking, prostate-punching humps, each one becoming a little bit shorter than the last; more brief, but more intense. He huffed hot snatches of breath and mouthed small obscenities and blasphemies to whatever deity was handy; he was cumming.

Slamming in up to the very hilt of his meat, Carter grimaced, groaned, and unloaded a thick splattering of marten semen that filled the foxcoon's nigh-indestructible rear, coating those loving walls in some loving of his own. All throughout and even into his afterglow, Anna continued to hump and buck, her gestures mimicking the final throes of Carter's performance.

Carter admired how Desmond writhed and moaned as he found himself seeded; he'd been a good fuck. A very good fuck - and Carter always repaid his favors. With Anna's grinding beginning to wind down, he practically folded his lanky body, his spine harmlessly bending into an unnerving U, and he engulfed Desmond's cock up to the knot.

It was such a surprise that the foxcoon gasped, and he placed both paws on the back of the pine marten's head. He ground his hips into that hot, wet mouth, forcing his knot against the marten's lips, meanwhile cooing soft encouragements to his dominant.

Sucking Desmond off was a simple pleasure of its' own for Carter, the kind of thing best enjoyed in afterglow, just as he was doing. He bobbed slowly and suckled firmly, lavishing the bubblegum-hued flesh with his studded tongue. Despite his tongue being nowhere near as sinfully flexible or long as Desmond's, he put his stud to work, happily abusing it's magically lewd powers to tease and please the sissy fox, who filled the air with a cacophony of moans and gentle words.

While the marten worked, Anna - who had since hilted for good - stroked across the tall creature's body, doting on no particular flesh or fur, merely petting where her paws took her. She whispered to him, spoke of how good he was, how happy he made the two of them - and how he'd always be welcome in their lives.

That made Carter smile, marred as it was with Desmond's penis in his mouth. There was no time to be a sap, of course; he still had one last thing to do. Reaching up, he clutched the foxcoon's throbbing balls, covered in the same kind of lovely, downy fluff that carpeted the front side of his body. Briefly, in time to his suckles, he groped and rolled them in his palms, but one of those paws shortly drifted to the foxcoon's knot, upon which it aimlessly groped and rubbed with callous pleasures.

That was it for Desmond; Carter's muzzle and tongue, his almost worshiping paws, the anal penetration - it was too much. He came with a loud cry and considerable volume, spearing several hot, thick ropes into the marten's mouth, his seed slopping across the mustelid creature's palate and teeth before being reflexively swallowed.

It was only when Desmond entered the calm of his afterglow that Carter eased off. He leaned back, and, reminiscent of what started their romp, he turned, bent, and kissed Anna; it was shallow and tasteful, nothing more than a fond smooch. Then, rendered dozy and full of hormones, the marten lay to the side of Desmond, still buried in the fox.

Desmond cuddled close to Carter, purring in contentment.

Keeping the toy possessively inside of Carter, Anna cuddled over top of the tall marten, and she rumbled in sweet pleasure of her own.

"Hey - Anna?" Carter mumbled, closing his eyes. Desmond's head lay upon his chest.

"Mhm?"

"What you said about always being welcome; was that pillow talk, am I out of here tomorrow, or what?" He grinned impishly.

Anna sneered, but yawned tiredly. "You're welcome here. You're all right with us."

Carter smiled. "Cool. So, then, what's for breakfast tomorrow?"

Anna laughed, and then she nipped the marten's shoulderblade. "Shush."

Carter chuckled, and then he closed his eyes, and he lay his head over Desmond's.