FSE

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--1

Just past 7 PM and the lamp by the bed was the only source of light. In Maya's paws was a magazine she had picked up on the way home from work for no reason other than the man on the cover of it. It promised an interview which she'd already read and didn't find very interesting, but the imagery of him kept her eyes on the pages.

A moody sepia image, taken from the back but lit from the front showed a melancholy side of Kahnso and the top inch of his butt crack. It was was Maya's favorite and she kept turning back to it to admire Kahnso's silky hair and the hint of his behind. Under her nightshirt, her erection made a small tent. Kahnso was a prominent figure in music and Maya's sensibilities did slant her towards his style, though she preferred even more his scanty leather attire and cobra-like moves.

Now if I could just see the front, she thought when she set the magazine aside. She folded it over backwards to expose her favorite page but the fresh magazine sloppily flopped closed in a rustle of glossy pages. Maya wasn't paying it any mind as she got up, padded across the floor and out into the hall. Her naked feet made little sound on the carpeting.

Her thin and oversized nightshirt hung like a curtain off of her pert breasts, frayed bottom edge draping in a tired inverted U around her small uncircumcised erection. Worn loose, the shirt softened the curve of her thick hips and rear but added an innocent charm that was also inherently lewd. As she passed her body mirror in the hallway she glanced and smiled approvingly at her profile without breaking stride.

Maya reached into the fridge and took out some cold pizza. Being small-framed and gifted with high metabolism let her eat whatever she wanted. Few would think a porn star's work was enough exercise to stay in perfect shape but it worked wonderfully for Maya.

Leaning against the counter, heart-shaped rump deforming a bit against the hard edge. A small twinge of discomfort down between the cheeks reminded her that she'd really earned her money today. A fist wasn't an easy thing to take but she could and did with some regularity. She wore the pain like a badge of honor and a phrase popped into her head. My medal of honor for exceptional stretchiness in the line of booty. She giggled and reminded herself to take that one to work when Monday came around.

After her snack and a glass of iced tea, Maya went to the bathroom, brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Her chocolate-colored locks hung to her shoulders, glossy and well-groomed. With a steady brushing she ensured that her hair would stay this fine. When that grooming was done she took the brush to the insides and edges of her ears, smoothed the fur that had a tendency to mat.

Finally Maya looked her bust over in the mirror and liked what she saw. From the midriff up she looked like a perfectly normal fennec vixen. Now she stepped back, put her back to the wall and her flaccid penis came into view dangling just below the edge of the shirt. Seeing it made her smile slyly. Though not a vain bitch she enjoyed looking as good if not better than most true women.

It was in her best interest as a porn actress to be presentable at all times but there was another reason for her preening tonight; Kahnso had a new record coming out over the weekend. Every previous record had been vapid rock and she expected no different this time but she knew that rockstars like him often caressed their egos with launch parties full of naked women and bundles of drugs. All she was interested in was an encounter with Kahnso, a handjob at least, maybe all the way if his sexuality could be bent. For all the leather the man wore, Maya expected that he had a gay lean.

After she opened open the closet door and tugged the cord on the light fixture, Maya perused her extensive wardrobe. She slid items out of the way on their hangers, flipped past costumes bought and assembled for conventions. In the back of her mind she already knew what she wanted to wear, but still she smiled, swished her tail when she saw her classic red dress. It was a sultry and carefully-fitted piece and looked alluring even hanging empty. The vixen smiled thoughtfully, wanted to try the dress on now and admire her curves but put the thought aside. Instead she put the energy into some pertinent research on her laptop, amused herself for a few hours more and went to bed close to midnight.

--2

"Uhhh, party's shaping up pretty nicely I think," said Kahnso's awkward assistant. He was a hyena of 24 with a penchant for nervous toothy smiles. Bright and loyal but often unduly intimidated down to mumbling stupidity by Kahnso's presence, his words to the fox were usually precluded by a droning uhhh.

Kahnso put his paws on the bannister, peered over the balcony into the foyer where hired help scurried like ants. The comparison came from some lingering megalomania from a hit of cocaine hours ago. He was dressed unlike his public persona, not a leather-wearing demon but a bodybuilder in track pants and a snug gray tee.

"Uhhh, we weren't--, uhhh," muttered the hyena. A mortified grin showed his gleaming teeth.

Mischief flashed across Kahnso's face with a jaunty smile. "Use your words like a big boy," he coaxed without turning.

Audibly the hyena huffed, followed it with a deep breath. Gripping the bannister like Kahnso and fidgeting from one stubby leg to the other in a nervous dance, "We weren't able to to get, uh, all the strippers you wanted."

Kahnso looked at the hyena from the corner of his eye. Back down into the foyer. Gravely, "How many did you get?"

This was a tricky situation. The hyena sidestepped a pace away. Miraculously free of stutters or uhhhs, "Seven, I booked seven."

"I wanted at least twenty," Kahnso groaned. "One for each press party, you know? Now I'm gonna get thirteen shitty reviews."

The smile fell off of half of the hyena's muzzle, second half going a moment later. Learning that Kahnso plied his critics for good reviews was interesting but not shocking.

The rockstar leaned over the bannister now, arms folded on the top of the railing, watched like a hawk while one of the workers scrubbed furiously at a blemish on the tile he couldn't see from so far up. Another was on a ladder feather dusting a commissioned portrait of him above the grand double doors. He considered his fortune for a moment. "It's all right," he mumbled from the corner of his mouth. He turned and straightened in one motion, clapped a paw down on the hyena's shoulder and made him jump. "I have a job for you when the party starts."

The hyena was wary. He nodded slowly to avoid an uhhh.

"When guests start showing up, you keep an eye out with the gate guards. Babe patrol. Nothing under an eight, got it?"

Another nod for the same reason.

Kahnso started to turn away, still held the hyena's shoulder. "One other thing," he added in a far too scripted way, "any little girls, you let them right in."

The fox glanced back when he realized what he'd said. Guilt was as obvious on his face as baffled disgust was on the hyena's. "No!" he said, and the presence of his voice rattled around the foyer and turned heads. "No," he said again and shook his head. "Not... Not what I meant, god no." He turned back to the hyena, still held his shoulder and met the very confused scavenger with a strangely pleasant smile. He held a splayed paw about five feet off the floor and said with emphasis one might use for a small child, "Little. Small adult women."

--3

Maya's life as a porn actress allowed her to furnish herself with a nice apartment in a city home to some famous names. Retired actors from the golden age of film made up the brunt but there were musicians too. Where the older ones collected their royalties and lamented their worn-out and abused bodies, Kahnso was still young with his body and career in prime form. A massive Tudor mansion born of and embodying his ego was where he resided, and it stood only a few miles away from Maya's home.

She peered out of the cab window to watch the scenery change. The part of the city she called home was by no means poor yet the gated community where Kahnso and the other filthy rich resided was out of her league. Smooth dark asphalt surrounded by meticulously groomed turf, mansions in many contrasting styles looming behind swatches of beautiful trees. Maya recognized a few homes of famous locals but just as many belonged to "normal" people like oil or beef barons instead of celebrities.

Luscious red fabric clung to Maya's small body, curved around her perfect hips and hung down to her ankles. The dress was vented along the legs to show thigh through lace, low-cut and tight on the chest to pop her breasts and give a clear look at her modest cleavage. Her small crotch was bundled tightly in panties and thus unnoticeable. This was her favorite dress because of how tasteful and lewd it managed to be at the same time. The cab driver had certainly noticed when he got out and opened the door to let her in. She expected he would open the door to let her out and watch her walk away for a good, long while too.

Kahnso's mansion came into view. A media circus surrounded the wrought iron gate and guards in black mafia suits with cartoon-sized muscles maintained a perimeter. Maya had thoughts of police officers cordoning off a crime scene.

Had she driven herself Maya would have had to parked a mile away from the mansion and this was why she took a cab. The driver negotiated past paparazzi vans and stopped in the middle of the street by the front gate. Out of the car now and opening Maya's door, asking politely in a mild Irish accent if the lady would be okay in all this whirlwind of people. She assured him she would be, smiled sweetly, paid him his fare with a modest tip.

Next came what Maya had been jokingly thinking of as espionage - sneaking her little weapon into a heavily-armed mansion. Don't start giggling, she scolded herself. Up to the gates now, nudging past the phalanx of reports and photographers, smiling past the guards and their grumpy canine faces. None of them saw a pretty girl as someone to keep out.

At the gate were more wiry and intelligent-looking guards unlike the dumb muscle who held the line. One was appropriately a weasel and he had a clipboard. Speaking down his short snout from up on his long body, "Are you on the guest list?"

Now things could go sideways, thought Maya. "Well, no," she admitted with a cute smile, "but do I need to be?" Then a wink with a nice bat of her eyelashes which she'd dolled up to impress.

"You do," the weasel drably said. He looked at the guards, at Maya, at his clipboard, at Maya again. She saw in his face that he didn't have the nerve to call the guards on her. She was glad for that but might have walked off on her own in defeat if not for the little hyena who popped his head out of the guardhouse.

None of the girls who had showed up had been very small. Tall and statuesque blondes were tentatively ushered inside but none of the smaller ladies whom Kahnso preferred had appeared. Maya was different. She was perfect. Now he could show Kahnso that his responsibility was well-placed.

As soon as he heard the uhhh, the weasel grunted, eyes clenched shut for a second.

Near Maya's height but nowhere near as well-proportioned was the approaching hyena. His toothy grin was magnificently large and his teeth gleamed brilliantly in the strobe of flashbulbs. "Hi, uhhh, you want in?"

Whatever chain of command was going on was lost on Maya. Let's roll the dice, I guess. "Uh-huh, but I'm not on the guest list."

Nothing went in the hyena's ears after the first two syllables. He gestured for her to follow and unlocked the car-width gate to lead her through. He took her up the paved path bisecting the giant and carefully-groomed yard, through the big oak double doors.

--4

What do you mean 'describe the sound?' We abused some guitars and I yelled into a microphone, Kahnso thought. He was in his lounge room, seated across from a small group of informally dressed reporters with notepads in their laps and recorders on the glass coffee table. "I'd say that the sound isn't too different from our last two albums," Kahnso answered. He wet his lips with a sip of ginger ale. Drinking during interviews never went smoothly.

The reporters scribbled. They had all been active in querying him, generally didn't let him to get past more than one reply without asking for clarification. Sure enough, the 23 year old raccoon who was undoubtedly fresh from college and still green asked him: "Are you worried your fans will accuse your music of being stale?" Eagerly the reporters leaned forward. Some did so imperceptibly but the inexperienced ones like the raccoon visibly inclined several inches.

Kahnso's brow furrowed and he wished his drink had potent booze in it. He would have even chugged gas station crap just to make the dreary interviews go by more smoothly. Muscular Kahnso shifted in his suitably massive leather chair. With a casual and shameless flair that was a hallmark of his interviews and shows he hooked a leg over the chair's arm and made an even greater spectacle of his crotch. It was a simple lump under the heavy and inflexible leather loincloth he wore, no fine relief offered by the material but the size was imposing. Some of the reporters scribbled about it.

"Well," he mumbled and gathered his thoughts in the interim. At the moment he imagined shoving his dick down the raccoon's throat. This idea had less to do with sex and more to do with shutting the ringtail up. Finally he answered, "I think my fans have expectations from me. From the band." A sip which was long and thoughtful. "I wouldn't call it a status quo but it's what people enjoy from us." He thought of mentioning that it was what sold records and snubbed the idea quickly. Being labeled a sellout was a mess he didn't want.

While the reporters dwelt on what Kahnso had said, the rockstar busied himself with his phone. Sprawling on his chair with a drink in one paw and an expensive phone in the other made him look like a lewd prince, especially with his long blonde hair and leather loincloth and bands. He checked his text messages and saw that there was a new one from the hyena. This got his attention - the hyena never texted him unless there was an emergency like a drug deal falling through or a child support lawsuit. (To his knowledge Kahnso had no children but he could have been wrong.)

fenic girl in red dress want her?? It was time stamped as being sent only ten minutes ago. A small, impish smile crossed his face and he interrupted the raccoon who started to talk. "Interview's over," he curtly said without any care that he had promised them a half hour more.

"Mister Kahnso--," one of them spoke up.

"Uh, there's some girls downstairs to talk to," he said absently while he texted back with an emphatic yes. Another one managed to get out a complete sentence while Kahnso was occupied but the fox had no idea what it was and would never know. "Enjoy the album, good luck with your articles, see you later, thanks."

--5

What had seemed like a playful hunt for Kahnso instead felt more like waiting on a doctor appointment. Maya sat across from the hyena in a side room away from the chatter of the small party crowd. Dishes clattering and lowly-played music from Kahnso's new album let them speak without being heard.

"He uhhh, hasn't texted back yet," the hyena said for the third time in five minutes.

Maya nodded and smiled. She was a little bit disappointed. It would have been more fun to sneak past security, corner Kahnso in his dressing room, pull him down by the fangs for a little kiss while she reached up under his loincloth. All of that stuff. Having all of the work done for her and getting results by virtue of being exactly what the rockstar wanted gave her a sense of queeny satisfaction all the same though.

The hyena was cute, she thought. Stocky, naturally and messily mohawked and nervously grinning like a doofus. She couldn't tell if he was nervous about her or nervous in general but she never saw his eyes wandering her curves. Naturally, Maya was keen to know when anybody was ogling her as a porn star was apt to be. She could tell that the hyena wasn't interested. Given the caliber of meat that he worked for, he was almost certainly gay. What would you think if you saw what I had under this nice dress? The thought of surprising this gay thing entertained her, took the edge off of waiting.

Finally the hyena's phone chimed. Having seen how new the phone was, Maya guessed that Kahnso had bought it for him as part of the job.

Glancing at Maya, then the phone, now reading the text message with flitting eyes. A moment later, "Uhhh, okay, c'mon and I'll take you up to Kahnso."

"He wants to see me?" Maya asked as she stood. A big smile was on her face and her eyes glimmered sweetly behind small, round lenses.

The hyena's answer was a nod. It occurred to both of them simultaneously that when he stepped out blushing and fidgeting and she followed with a radiant smile that it looked like shenanigans were afoot. A few sideways glances, grins, and covert nudges from the other staffers who saw the hyena let Maya know that that was exactly what it looked like.

Kahnso's mansion was sprawling but the hyena led Maya along confidently enough. Up the stairs and down hallways, past closed doors behind some of which music played and lecherous voices crooned. They went well past all of that, up another flight of stairs into a darker and more moody layer of the mansion. Compared to what was downstairs, this area felt as if it were asleep. No guests were up here and Maya had in fact been led past goons and a velvet rope to get this far.

"Uh, this way," the hyena grunted while he turned down a new hall. Down at the end was a set of grand double doors.

As the fennec and hyena walked down the hall they were passed by a group of miffed reporters. None of them looked at the hyena but a few glanced at Maya. They didn't talk amongst themselves. Maya noted the dour faces but kept to herself.

Her stocky guide didn't knock on the door, rather opened it tentatively. Maya felt a surreal rush and thought the moment couldn't possibly be real. She had worked with quite a few famous porn stars but Kahnso was a multi-platinum rockstar. The hallway rug she was standing on probably cost more than her apartment did. A deep breath, subtle, same kind of huff she would taken for a particularly large insertion. It helped calm her down but didn't remove the dreamy haze, but she liked the tingly edge it added.

The hyena peered inside. Kahnso said something that Maya couldn't hear even with her big, keen ears. Now the hyena turned, grinned in his bashful way. "Go ahead," meekly and softly. He was already walking up the hall when Maya pulled the heavy door open for herself and pulled it shut on the way inside.

Her heart fluttered when she saw Kahnso. Ohhh, yes.

--6

Kahnso sat with a leg draped over the arm of the chair, alcoholic drink clutched firmly, eager to see the little lady. The fact that she was a fennec added greatly to the appeal. He pictured her with fine curves, supple breasts, big ears, short stature. When he finally did see Maya there was no disappointment on his face, only a smile. "Come closer, baby. Have a seat," said with a sultry low purr. Maya recognized it as one of his singing tones and liked it very much.

Maya could chat up perfect strangers, so lacking the nerve to speak now was agonizing. She didn't speak, didn't nod, only sat on the couch still warm from the reporters. She sat back, legs crossed not to hide her secret but merely as a feminine gesture. Say something, come on. "Hi." Oh, good enough.

"Hi," Kahnso smiled, sipped his drink. Vodka with fruit juice, not an original concoction but a stellar one. He sized up Maya's body, noted how tiny she was on the couch and couldn't wait to wrap those legs around his hips. "Get you a drink? Anything at all, baby, don't be shy. And what can I call you?"

Blushing, chuckling and being all-around endearing was the fennec. "My name's Maya," said softly and calmly. She tilted her short muzzle down, peered over her rimless glasses at Kahnso. There was blunt lewdness in her almond eyes as she turned on her charm. Any man could be easily seduced with the right words and gestures. Half of the work had been taken out of the equation already and getting under that loincloth would be trivial. Smiling coyly, giggling mischievously, "I'd like what you're having."

Kahnso tilted his head a little bit and smiled. "Screwdriver? I'm drinking a screwdriver, you want one?" he coolly asked.

Maya shook her head and made her curled brown hair bounce. "I want what you're having," she insisted, smile widening to permit a hint of teeth.

There is an expression of dumb pondering that only the male features are capable of. Seeing Kahnso so perplexed treated Maya to a clear mental image of a square peg pounding against a round hole. Finally his eyes clarified. He smiled, stood up from the leather chair. Maya unnecessarily scooted to the side for the gesture it put forth and Kahnso sat beside her. His rear was diagonal on the sturdy couch, one leg bent and turned sideways on the cushion, his other leg protruding normally, foot on the floor. He draped his free arm over the back of the couch and offered his glass tumbler to the fennec with a discerning poker face. "It's strong," he warned.

Huge in Maya's paw but small in Kahnso's, the glass was ill-fitted for the both of them. When she brought it to her lips the paint thinner stench of vodka hit her nose, saw her fold back her ears and shiver. Kahnso grinned and expected her to pass it back but she partook of a healthy drink before she returned the glass.

Maya felt the liquor burn down her throat, its potency hardly distilled by the fruit juice. It already gave her a quick buzz and opened the door to more forward behavior. "Ah, that's very good," she cooed truthfully.

"Glad you like it, honey," rumbled the big blue fox.

Cute little Maya watched Kahnso enjoy a long drink. The whole glass would have had her tanked but it hardly buzzed someone of Kahnso's size. Compelling as the idea was to get trashed and ride Kahnso like a cowgirl, she needed her head about her. A violent reaction from a man of his size would be bad indeed. Better to ply him with pleasure before the secret came out. It was a tactic she had used to great success in the past.

Maya moved up on her knees but kept the necessary slack in her dress. Panties held her penis down but there was a limit to how well that would work once things started to swell. Both soft paws caressing Kahnso now, one on his chest and in a warm armpit, the other brushing over the loincloth bulge.

Complacency brushed Kahnso's poker face away and he sat back on the couch correctly. His glass now had only dregs of fruit pulp at the bottom. "See something you like, go ahead and grab it," he snickered.

A good rule of thumb Maya thought, and one she practiced often. A beautiful porn star and a fox on top of that, she almost always got her man. She slid her fingers under the hemmed edge of his loincloth, found that the material on the inside was suede instead of the real leather on the front. She smiled at the revelation but wasn't one to begrudge a man for wanting a gentle touch on his intimate flesh. Instead she gave him one of her own, took hold of his enormous sheath, thumbed the mouth where the plush fur gave over to wet pink flesh.

Softly and just for Maya, Kahnso crooned and closed his eyes. He could tell a lot from the way a girl touched him, and he could tell that Maya was experienced. More excited or less talented girls would fondle and grope aimlessly, and though they could be fun Kahnso ever did long for a touch that relied more on skill than energy. With a ponderous paw of his own he cupped Maya's hip, made the wide-hipped fennec purr in a warm manner. Going right for the pussy was crude even in light of where the fennec's paws were, so instead he stroked up her flank and under her armpit as she more reverently did to him, but where she notched her paw there, he moved to cup her breast. Since she was of modest endowment, her breast and much of her flank disappeared under his meaty paw but he felt the fine curvature of her body and she enjoyed the warmth of and size of his mitt.

The singer was getting hard at Maya's touch and it didn't surprise her at all. It enthralled and greatly pleased her, but it was no surprise. Her smile tightened to a crease but widened, her eyes narrowed behind those small frames, her paw squeezed roughly on the swelling cylinder of the sheath. She could count the beats of his heart through his sheath and she did so absently while they worked on each other. As the fennec squeezed the stud's sheath and teased around the rim with a blunt claw, Kahnso tickled between her breasts, savored their supple curves through the dress with his strong fingers.

Kahnso's cock peeked from its sheath. Instead of the soft suede it rubbed against the downy fluff of Maya's paw and it appreciated this unfamiliar warmth very much. In Maya's fond grip it throbbed greatly, oozed slippery pre that was poignant to her nose. Her smile widened, started to become a toothy grin. Everything was going perfectly so far and the cock she felt in her paw was massive. She could tell it was canine from the shape alone and that was especially exciting the anal-enthusiast fennec because it meant there was a big knot in store for her.

Having Kahnso's strong mitt teasing her small breasts was blissful and almost ruinous for Maya. Her nipples were stiff (and noticeable, as they were under only the fabric of the dress) but so was her penis. Maybe Kahnso wouldn't have minded it but she wasn't ready to take the chance yet. With a squeeze on his cock and a giggle in her throat, mischief masked her escape and let her slink off of the couch. For a quick moment he might have been able to see the tent of her cock but she doubted if he paid close enough attention.

"Playful, huh," Kahnso chuckled. He was blushing to begin with and it only worsened when Maya - grinning like a Cheshire now - lifted Kahnso's loincloth and vanished beneath it.

Maya wasted no time with the tod. Low light let her see those colossal rockstar privates and the canopy of the loincloth kept that musk so confined as to be a miasma. Shivering, blushing, swishing her tail in sexual agitation, Maya was putting off a genuine air of need and desire. She snaked her paws over the tod's thighs and under his loincloth from either edge, clutched his mighty penis in them and stroked it sloppily under the heavy leather. As Kahnso's fat knotted cock got the undivided attention of Maya's stroking and groping paws, his balls got the best of her mouth and tongue. Through the plush fur she sucked and slobbered, matted the coat down to tease the flesh beneath. The fruits of her efforts were obvious in every way when Kahnso squirmed and huffed. To exert that much pleasure on a man almost twice her size was thrilling and it nailed down that she was no ordinary lover.

Coming in thick, sloppy rivulets was Kahnso's pre. It coated the red rocket of his cock, stained the scrunched, furred flesh of his sheath and his low-hanging balls with a mess for Maya to suck clean. The vicious cycle was that the more the fennec stroked and suckled the more Kahnso unintentionally dirtied his own crotch but neither fox minded the repetition one bit. Maya thrived in such dirty work, in fact. Grooming bitter-salty precum out of the rockstar's furry junk was a fun task for any girl who liked the taste of idle dick juice, and Maya certainly did.

It seemed a shame to ignore such a massive cock when it was right in front of her nose but Maya had grander things in mind for her lips. Many men knew what it was like to get a blowjob but fewer were familiar with what the fennec did next. Despite a constant grip upon Kahnso's meat, she nosed beneath his heavy, well-slobbered balls and bumped her nose to his taint. She heard him coo, felt him shift, but heard no commands to stop. Instead he parted his legs, shifted forward, offered himself to a greater extent. Either he'd been rimmed in the past or he was open to the idea.

With Kahnso's low-hanging balls and Maya's short muzzle, the fennec was truly buried in Kahnso's musky unmentionables. It was an enviable place to be and the pleasant smells of his masculinity made her head swim, eyes water. Her cock was staining her panties with pre, dress soon to suffer the same fate but she was past caring about that and her disguise. With blunt lust she started to lap over Kahnso's pink pucker. Gentle strokes were for the timid; Maya ate Kahnso's ass and made her experience abundantly clear. Slobbering, slurping, huffing and growling, pumping his throbbing dick harshly in one tender paw, squeezing the knot with the other. The sheer amount of pre he put out was unbelievable but thrilling. Feeling his tight asshole writhe and clench beneath her eager tongue was another thrill entirely - how many women could say they'd tongued the great Kahnso's ass? Maya rightly guessed that it was a very small list.

Maya tried to penetrate him with her tongue, worked the tip inside, but found him so snug as to outright reject her eager tongue. That answered her mild curiosity as to whether or not he took it up the ass. Even denied as she was in that regard she wanted to keep going. Being a porn star had its detractors but one of the perks was phenomenal stamina. She could have - and without intervention, would have - rimmed Kahnso for ages but the rockstar had the male need to fuck and knot something.

A gruffly-panting Kahnso lay a paw on the back of Maya's head, softly shooed her out from under the loincloth. Only once she backed out and gazed upon him with lewd eyes and a wet snout did he growl, "Get the dress off, I wanna fuck you."

The fennec had learned to steel herself for this moment given how often it came but a wave of unease came over her, soon quelled. Here goes nothing, thought Maya as she stood up. Head-on, her erection wasn't apparent but when she pulled the dress up and off, it was.

Predictably Kahnso's eyes went from her agreeable tits to panties striped with cotton candy colors. A deadpan smack of his lips and a vacant gaze told Maya that the sex was over and she started to slip the dress back on already. He stopped her before she got it around her head, tugged her closer by the waistband of her panties.

An impish smile creased Maya's lips and she blushed vibrantly. "Sorry I didn't say anything."

Kahnso glanced up into Maya's eyes, quickly back down at her crotch. He cupped it in a paw, notched her erection between two fingers, squeezed it and made her shiver. "No you're not," he smirked.

Keeping up appearances was difficult while being molested and outright pointless after burying her nose in somebody's ass. Maya thus didn't put much effort into being coy, rather cooing and grinding while darkening her panties with pre. Kahnso played exactly as roughly as the fennec did as he groped her entire crotch and kneaded her modest penis.

Kahnso knew from experience that his huge paws would have just bumped uselessly into each other on the same spot, so he chose not to dote on Maya's crotch with both mitts. Instead he reached around behind her with his free paw, past the brush of her tail and beneath the waistband of her panties. One thick ass cheek filled his paw perfectly, and upon it he kneaded and rubbed not unlike what he did to the fennec's crotch.

Maya huffed and cooed for the stud and his nimble paws. With her own, she petted through the silky blonde locks of his hair, played over his ears and made them flit reflexively. That she was enjoying herself didn't need to be said aloud.

Thick and strong fingers slipped between Maya's ass cheeks and into the plush warmth. Just the naughty feeling of those big fingers playing around her behind was enough to make Maya grin and bite her lip but Kahnso was only teasing. The real pleasure came when his furry digits brushed her pucker, teased the tight pinkness with firm fingertips and rounded claws. Her stance didn't change dramatically but it did widen and her tail flagged high like an exclamation point over her luscious rear. Her eyes closed, lips pursed, penis throbbed under Kahnso's quickening tweaking. She wasn't going to last.

Beneath Kahnso's insistent rubbing, Maya's pucker was writhing and inviting the tod to do as he pleased with it. Still he rubbed upon it and still he groped her, so she shuddered with subtly quaking legs, "You love teasing, but don't you wanna fuck me?"

The big fox kept his fingertip against Maya's quivering tail hole but ceased to rub. His other paw kept pressure on her crotch but didn't grope or grind. Since before the party began he'd been craving a small and tight thing to fuck. It was a thinly-veiled question of when rather than if Kahnso would be fucking Maya, and yet with a roundabout playfulness nobody would expect from a sex fiend rock god, "You sure you can handle me, little girl? In this," a precision tickle on the fennec's asshole, "tight little ass you got?"

Maya trembled at the rub, tugged absently on the rockstar's coif, made him growl lewdly. She knew that the monster lurking under that loincloth was as thick as her arm was and she wanted it. Thus, without much thought she said, "I'm sure!"

Kahnso sneered, wriggled a fingertip just inside of Maya's snug asshole. Around his digit her walls were snug and hot as they begged for something more. The big rockstar had just the cure for what ailed both of them. It was trivial to slip his finger out of the girl, doing so made her coo quietly. He sat back against the couch, huffed before he pushed himself up to his feet. Past seven feet tall, he towered above Maya and the fennec was compelled to wrap her arms about him, lay her head on his torso. He chuckled at the affection and stroked through her hair, found the silky locks pleasant under his fingers. She was a pretty girl, even if girl wasn't a totally accurate term.

The hug didn't last long but neither fox wanted it to. Kahnso led Maya off of the lounge into the adjacent master bedroom. A bed too big even for Kahnso lay in the center of the room. Its headboard was against the wall, beneath arched windows with frosted glass. The moonlight shimmered in through the glass, lit the room nicely with a little help from a dim chandelier on the ceiling. All of this speckled lighting was similar to, but infinitely more tasteful than a disco ball's diffused glimmering.

There were other amenities but Maya didn't pay them any mind. Bookshelves and armoires were of little interest to a fennec with knot on the brain. At Kahnso's gentle urging she made her way onto the bed, draped herself back, wiggled out of her panties and tossed them onto the floor while the tod bent and dug in his nightstand. He joined her a moment later clutching a bottle of lube. She was disappointed that he wasn't going to return the rimjob, but it was just as well that they get right into it. Accustomed though she was to foreplay thanks to so much time in front of a camera, Maya loved to just throw down and fuck.

Kahnso dropped the bottle on the bed, leaned over prone little Maya on his hands and knees. A growl like a predator and a kiss on the lips, tongue slipping into Maya's maw to overwhelm and overpower her own. She took the kiss well, suckled on Kahnso's million-dollar tongue like it was a cheap stunt dick. Kahnso growled into her face and made her lungs rumble, cupped a breast and tweaked her nipple with his thumb.

Stimulating as the kiss was, Maya had something else on her mind. Instead of doting on his chiseled pectorals she went lower with her slim paws, reached under his loincloth and further molested his knotted dick in no particular way.

The tod got the hint and broke off the kiss, left Maya's lips wet with his saliva. He had a very tight and impish smile on his face when he shed the loincloth. Unlike when Maya fully disrobed, Kahnso simply left the leather piece on the bed, it being much too clumsy to fling away. He groped around for the lube, found it after glancing away from Maya and used the cheap little spout on the bottle to fill his palm. It was an absurd amount of lube, but Kahnso had an absurd amount of cock. Wantonly he slathered it on and stroked and jerked on his dick for good measure. It dribbled onto the comforter, soaked into his sheath fur and left the whole red rocket glistening. He didn't want to have to stop to lube up again.

No fanfare preceded Kahnso taking his already lube-slopped paw to the fennec's behind. He reached under her modest balls, plunged his fingers into her quivering entrance. Afterward she spread her legs and crooned, bit her lip and gripped the comforter. Just two fingers from Kahnso had her stuffed pleasantly. As tight as she was, Kahnso doubted if the girl could really handle him, but he was going to try.

He grinned and chuckled while he spread that sloppy lube all around. With so much of the viscous stuff on his fingers he was free to explore the girl and he took advantage of that fact. Fingers knuckle-deep, thumb teasing over the taint - Kahnso had definitely fingered a few asses before.

"Ooh, gawd," Maya crooned and arched her back. Her small breasts pouted out nicely. "You're good with those fingers..."

"Thanks, babe," Kahnso sneered. It was his default tone when he got a compliment. Now the fingers came out of that loosened pucker, a trail of lube in their wake. He wiped the excess off on his thigh for lack of a towel and made to mount the girl, grabbed her just above the knees to keep those legs far apart.

"Mmh, hold up," Maya crooned. For a moment Kahnso thought she was having second thoughts and he groaned petulantly. Maya ignored his huff, wriggled out of his grip, rolled over onto her belly and got up on her all-fours. Holding her tail up high and wiggling her heart-shaped rump at the tod, "Now screw me."

"I like the way you think," Kahnso said. He grasped Maya's cheeks and pried them apart, looked upon her slicked pucker from this new angle with an approving grin. The tod kept one ass cheek parted, gripped his cock with the other. Even with Maya's tail brushing across his face and obscuring his vision the bullseye was easy to find. His pointed tip bumped her tail hole once and penetrated her with a little push forward.

The penetration was slow but pleasant for both foxes. Kahnso was content to growl predatorially while Maya cooed and swished her tail. After a few inches were inside, Kahnso unhanded his cock, let off of Maya's rear, grasped her gifted hips just to hold onto her. Tight as she was, she seemed to have no difficulty as his stallion-sized meat spread open the deep reaches of her ass. This ease surprised and pleased Kahnso who was happy to know he had a skilled slut in his bed.

It was almost an anticlimax when Kahnso's knot wedged up between the fennec's rump cheeks, kissed against her pucker. The knot was the biggest challenge, but the preceding foot of throbbing rockstar cock had been nothing but pleasure for her. Kahnso stroked down her spine, over the small of her back in this quick breather. He thought it was a necessary respite but Maya challengingly asked, "Aren't you gonna fuck me now?"

Kahnso blinked, grinned. "Insatiable, huh?" His hips started to move with a gentle grind for the time being. The sheer size of his cock did most of the work for him, made her coo, squirm, squirt her own pre on the bed.

Maya said nothing but she giggled. Rather than be so blunt as to ask again she pushed back into his grinds, shuddered every time his meaty knot ground against her pucker and tried to spread her open. It was such an obtuse shape, not at all streamlined to enter anybody's behind. For reasons beyond but still including pleasure, Maya wanted the bragging rights for taking it.

Whether he knew he was being played or not, Kahnso plowed to Maya harder and faster when she pushed back against him. Strong paws wrapped around her thick hips and round ass, gripped on that pliable cushioning for support and control. He started to growl, huff, pull her into his grinds for that extra impact. His thick cock spat its pre in a haphazard rhythm, the juice all but unnoticeable in the coating of lube.

Behind her spectacles Maya closed her eyes, bit her lip in all of that pleasure. Kahnso's massive cock hit all the right spots at once, prostate included. The result was that her small uncut cock throbbed between her legs, dangled in the path of Kahnso's swinging balls for frequent bumps. She reached down and grasped her shaft, pumped herself fervently and crooned for Kahnso.

Under his breath Kahnso uttered hot nothings which not even Maya's fine ears picked up. Through grit, glistening teeth he grunted and hissed. He fucked the little fennec under him with greater abandon as the seconds ticked by. He was not one to cum quickly but Maya's dick-milking behind was trying his endurance, and he could never last long with fennecs no matter their gender. In light of his approaching orgasm he pounded his knot roughly against her tail hole, tried to spread her open with every ram. It was just a matter of time before he got it in.

That forced entry was what Maya was counting on. She could have jerked off to release in only a few seconds given how close she was but she teased and edged herself, waited for the perfect moment when Kahnso tied that knot with her. In the interim she gasped and whined, gripped the comforter and balled it up in her fist. There was some pain in taking a cock the size of Kahnso's but she was literally a professional who took the pain with the pleasure. In a way, the pain from a good stretch was part of the pleasure.

Now Kahnso was getting downright sloppy and it was magnificent for the fennec. He dropped down over her, fell on an outstretched arm and made the bed bounce. His thrusting broke up for a moment but came back stronger than ever at a new angle to put unfamiliar pressure on Maya's tender insides. She squealed, panted, told him explicitly what a well-hung stud he was and her reward was more ruthless fucking and more threatening grinds of that knot.

Kahnso's free arm wrapped around Maya, clutched her small body close to his. It was pure possessiveness and the fennec loved to feel owned in this moment not far from the climax. She had made her way out here and taken all these risks just for the chance to get Kahnso's spunk unloaded inside of her and she was almost there; being his bitch was icing on the cake.

"Oh gawd, ooh gawd," Maya whimpered, cock tingling, muscles tightening. The edging pleasure in her loins was unbearable, felt like pricks from a blunt needle. She wanted to give her cock those last few jerks but it wasn't the right time yet.

Snarling, huffing and fucking Maya for all she was worth made it clear that Kahnso was damned close. Over and over he rutted her, slammed his knot against her, bounced his nuts against her loins and all the while held her close. By now his perfect blonde hair was messy just like hers and his breathing was hot and labored. His loins burned and his lungs were raw but the prize was just around the corner.

Kahnso's ass cheeks clenched as he drove his knot into Maya's asshole with one more ruthless thrust. She cried out as it spread her so far open and put unbelievably hot pressure on her insides in every direction. For a moment she forgot how to jerk off but remembered when the rockstar's potent cum splattered into her. Jet after jet of sticky white seed shot in deep to spread warmth and domination. Meanwhile Maya gave her cock a few quick and shaky jerks. Her uncut meat squirted an incomparably smaller load onto the comforter and her rear clenched reflexively down on the invading knot. It prolonged her orgasm, added to Kahnso's just-beginning afterglow and left both foxes rumbling pleasurably while they huffed for breath.

Moments after the fact, Kahnso kept Maya close and rolled onto his back, let the fennec sit on his cock like a cowgirl. Petting down her smooth back with reverent, steady paws. "Christ, that was good."

Maya wiggled, tried to pull off, found herself locked on the rockstar for this moment. She was smiling, practically glowing. She could deal with the tie. "It was, yeah," she sighed. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, doll."

The fennec turned her head and caught Kahnso's gaze. Her smile was infectious and Kahnso caught it. "When's your next party?"