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Country music poured out from pickup trucks scattered over the sloping land of the field. Pickup trucks with mud streaked from the tires up to the windows from the drive out to the patch of dirt and flattened grass in the midst of the field. "The Oasis" catcalling voices called the spot when welcoming the newcomers that rolled up, hit their brakes with a rough squeal, and threw open their car doors to add another car radio to the surround sound music system. In the center of the trucks, where the ground remained void of any grass and instead housed footprints and scuff marks of a makeshift dance floor, a fire pit reached up to the sky above that glittered with stars, like the cosmic orbs were doing their own dance to the music, just like any of the partygoers below.

One partygoer hid back from the mass of bodies in the middle, away from the main pulse of the music and the mess of sweat, drinks, and grinding. She leaned back against a rickety truck, emptied and silent. The paint of the truck flaked off and the color lingered weakly; it could have been red, but now it appeared a coppery orange as rust replaced a paint job. The girl's head dipped towards the ground, avoiding eye contact and instead watching the dancers' feet as they bounced to the bass beat. A hood pulled up over her dipped head, covering a pair of brown floppy ears that merely peeked out with a small sweep of hair on her forehead and around her face. From beneath the rim of her hood, a pair of green eyes glittered with interest and curiosity towards the true center of the party, yet her tail tucked slightly against the back of her thigh.

In long sweeping glances, the canine girl sifted through the party's attendees, categorizing them into her own, organized groups. First, the single-but-don't-wanna-be girls jumped into a slot. These girls ranged from parrot to cow anthro, but each one was the same. They shook their front or their back at anyone who'd look and squealed whenever they stood five feet or less from a glass of alcohol. So far, a pack of these creatures had gathered in the center of the dance floor, using each other as tools to garner attention. A pair of deer, who looked freakishly like twins right down to matching, ripped jeans shorts that rose high enough to see the bare curve of their ass cheeks and hip hugging white tank tops to match the puff of white on their short tails, grinded to one another. The first of the pair cupped her maybe-twin's hips and tugged her back into her while the second grinding back into her with the pace of the music, offering an enticing show to their audience. Competing with the maybe-twins, were the trio of friends, each sluttier than the last. The first, a parrot, wore merely a slinky black dress to show off the array of colors in her plumes of feathers. The dress alone would have merely fit in with the plethora of mating rituals occurring across the dance floor, had it not been for her low to the ground, shimmying dance moves that with each drop flashed a shockingly bare pair of lower lips to those closest. Her sex blinked out from swaying feathers, a bite of pink within a sea of red, green, and yellow. The second of the three fuck-eteers, a slender prairie dog, wore a similar dress to her friend though her's boasted a striking teal color to contrast the prairie dog's monochromatic, golden fur. The petite girl bounced from partner to partner, pausing at each only long enough to lick up into their mouths and moan out in her accented, western tone before she giggled and twirled back into the mass of dancing bodies- effectively creating a community spit pile- in her mouth. The third, the obvious leader of the pack and a calico housecat, captured the classic, "daisy duke" look with a red flannel tied just beneath a pair of massive, jiggling breasts and a pair of jean shorts even shorter than her incestuous counterparts, the deer. She danced bent at the waist, grinding into whoever happened to be behind while her tits jostled into the greedy mitts of the next group.

That group was the happily-single-but-she-doesn't-need-to-know-that guys. These males wanted a single thing, the classic hot-blooded male your father warned you about. They wanted to fuck. They wanted to get as close to fucking as the dance floor allowed, then to slink back to their trucks onto a sketchy picnic blanket laid out in the bed, and once it was over, they'd return to the dance floor to repeat. This group stole much of the party's population: from the lion handing out beer to the bison dancing with five girls at once across his massive front while the deer twins eagerly kissed each other using his chest as an anchor point in the waves of the dance.

The pup, hiding against the truck away from her grouped peers, didn't put herself into any of the three groups mentioned. Nor did she put herself into the group of the fuckers, who merely used the party as a location to burn through the box of condoms they had that was going to expire soon; nor the drinkers, who showed up only for the beers and ignored the social interaction entirely; nor the rebounders, who used the party as a place to cry and moan over their broken relationship in an attempt to find another love-of-their-life. Ignoring her set groups, her eyes wandered to the predetermined couples, who only came to parties with each other and didn't fit into any group because their only peer was their partner. So far, two major couples had arrived. One couple already snuck back into the long haired cheetah's van with his giggling gazelle of a girlfriend trailing on his arm like a purse. The other, however, however at the edges of the party much like the pup herself did.

Tucked into their own set of shadows, the second couple consisted of a hyena and a red panda. The hyena sat onto the stump of an old tree with his girlfriend cradled against his chest on his lap. Her long, red hair spilled out behind her as he tipped her back. They looked frozen, from where Pickles sat, as if their personal world froze moments before a kiss. The hyena held her back, keeping her from tipping completely back and falling, and she leaned up towards him with a look of impatient desire, yet they didn't kiss. Instead, if an ear perked up and listened carefully, Pickles caught wisps of their whispered conversation.

"I love loving you more than I love working at GameStop."

"I love loving you more than I love winning at Call of Duty."

"How would you know what that's like, you never win?"

"That's only because you cheat and distract me!"

"I have no idea how I would do that."

At last, with the red panda cheeky whisper tickling the hyena's cheek and rustling the whiskery furs there, she kissed him. Pickles tugged her eyes away as their lips touch, giving them their deserved privacy and trying to avoid the stab of jealousy that poked her gut.

With a sigh, her chin lifted up and suddenly caught sight of a fresh lot of people, one face in particular catching her eye. A plume of a thick grey tail swished against the corner of the truck just in front of where Pickles sat, with soft green spots speckling through the fur. A muffled squeal escaped the girl's lips, only to be lost into the noise of the music before she launched herself into the bed of the truck in front of her, stumbling over a liplocked couple on the way. From up above, she spotted the husky's profile and threw herself onto his back, clinging.

"James!"

The sudden shout, along with the weight against his back, jolted the husky to whirl around. The quick motion dismounted the puppy, only to have her twist into his arms as her own encircled his neck in a tight hug.

"You made it! I thought you wouldn't!" She mumbled into his neck, curling two long legs around him while her own lace shorts rode up high on her ass and her breasts, covered in a simple black tank, mashed into his chest.

James blinked and his heart raced silently for another second before he shifted the girl in his arms to look down at the bright green eyes of the familiar girl. "I made it. Though next time I make it, try not to kill me, 'kay?"

She blushed, pink glowing up through her fur, before giving a quick nod. "I was just so excited to see you!"

An eyebrow tweaked up and James shuffled away from the group he arrived with, back towards the shadows where Pickles had been hiding waiting for him all along. The arms that held her up tightened slightly and one hand slipped down to her lower back, cupping her to his chest. "Oh?" He crooned, curiosity flooding his voice, "Why were you excited?"

Mischief grabbed the girl's features. Both ears perked up and flopped the hood back off her head. A hand shifted and cupped the male's neck before she pecked his lips sweetly, teasingly cutting the kiss short enough he got a mere smell of the rich vanilla chapstick over her lips. "Because, I want to do things to you, with you..."

"Things like...?" James trailed off, feeling his sense focus in on the girl. The loud pound of the music faded slightly while a hand cupped down around an ass cheek, groping over the short shorts. His lips were tucked close to her neck, tickling at the soft golden fur there whenever her spoke.

"Things like...." She mimicked his own method of trailing off, though this time with a cheeky thoughtful expression. Then, her lips nudged up to his chin in a light kiss and then, they trailed up the line of his jaw till they touched the corner of his mouth. "...kisses." Her eyes perked up, meeting his before her lips shifted to hover just over his mouth, waiting for him to take her invitation.

And take her invitation he did. Slowly, he closed the distance between their lips with a lingering, deep kiss. The roving hand, previously groping, shifted up to cup the back of her head and comb through her silky hair while his eyes closed and shut out the party's flickering fire light completely. A minute ticked past, with both dogs lost together, before the golden mutt broke off the kiss and licked gently over his lip. "There's more though." She paused to kiss his nose now, smiling at him with small, white canines poking out from her rows of teeth, cutely sticking out of her mouth entirely. "I want to do things like touch you." A paw roved down along his neck. Finger tips grazed against the soft scruff of his neck and pet through his fur before shifting lower to his chest. "...tease you." Her hips rolled up to him, grinding her hot crotch up to his stomach, teasingly inches above his groin. Then, she leaned in close, lips against his ear and her breath rustling into it. Barely audible, she whispered, "Fuck you."

Before he could even respond, she'd pulled back and twisted out of his hold. She twirled, giving a sway with her curvy hips before glancing over her shoulder. "But first, we dance!"

James breathed out slowly, feeling his cock already swelling against the cage of his jeans as he took the girl's hand and followed to the "dance floor." Once the music surrounded them, words weren't possible. The bass pounded through the dirt, the vibration of the music buzzed under their paws, and the notes of every song filled the air completely, offering no room for conversation. At the edge of the dance floor, Pickles tugged the husky towards her. Her hips swayed to the music in a carefree sashay while her fingers stroked down his chest and then dropped off, urging him silently further onto the flattened earth. Once bodies were on either side, the canines were forced together. Her hips squirmed against his until she turned, grinding shamelessly to the front of his jeans while she leaned back into his chest. As she rolled her butt back into him, James dropped both hands to her hips, guiding her back while her watch from his taller vantage point. Being taller, he saw over her shoulder and down her top to see her breasts, jiggling with every motions and her eyes, peeking up at him with playfulness glittering like the stars above them.

Watching her body move combined with feeling it, James struggled to control himself. His cock swelled despite his own wishes and a tent poked to the girl's butt as she danced, straining to the fabric of his jeans. Once the puppy felt the bump of his bulge, she turned with a smirk and hooked a finger into his waistband as she shimmied out of the dance floor. Instead of following other fumbling, horny partners towards the numerous fuck trucks, Pickles veered off towards a dark patch of trees. With every step, her hips continued their little leading dance until they passed through the small grove of trees to see that the field dropped off to a small stream, the point which was marked with a massive, flat stone. Looking out, James saw the moon reflected on the shallow water and drew his eyes back to the rock, over which a thick comforter covered.

"Did you plan this, you naughty puppy?"

Two green eyes stared at him for a moment, blinked, and then, her head bobbed yes. "I did. I found this spot awhile ago...and it made me think of you." Heat warmed her cheeks, which James felt as he cupped her cheek and leaned down to kiss her again- repeating the same, deep kiss they shared earlier, tucked into the shadows.

Now, bathed in a silvery moonlight, their kiss escalated down onto the covered rock till the dogs pulled apart, both panting softly as the golden mutt squirmed her hips up to the larger husky. Her small grinds teased his already pulsing shaft and a moan escaped, a throaty sound that rumbled from deep in his throat.

"Mmm...pent up?" She whispered, looking both amused and delighted by his expected response, which as expected was merely a fast nod before his fingers dropped to the shiny button of his jeans. At his waistband, her fingers swatted his away. "Let me help with that."

Slowly, with her green eyes tipped up to watch him, the puppy leaned down to his button and tugged it open with her teeth. Playfully growling, she found his zipper between her lips and wriggled the device down. Pulling the fabric down, the tent of his boxers showed plainly. "My oh my..." Pickles crooned, tracing a finger along his swollen length with a bemused expression. Her tongue rolled over her lip in a slow lick before she leaned over and drew the pink appendage along his fabric covered prick, teasing him with the heat and pressure of her touch dulled by the fabric.

"D-don't tease, puppy." James whimpered, watching her with heavy lidded eyes, already impatient.

Her eyes blinked with surprise before she sat back on her haunches with a small smirk, "Don't lick at you and such? I can give you a little break?" An amused grin danced on her lips, filled with plain mischief, but James simply, foolishly agreed with her.

Her smirk widened as she released his and leaned back. Sitting up on her knees, she traced a hand up her arm, hips starting to sway gently again. Her fingers grazed her shoulder and hooked against the tank top and peeled it down to reveal her bare shoulder. Then, she repeated the same action of the other side. Dropping her stroking touch, her shirt lifted up to her belly button, but then dropped back down to cover the taut stretch of flesh again. Swaying her hips side to side, her fingers curled beneath her shirt and pulled up towards her head. Her stomach escaped from the fabric, then the under sides of her full, bare breasts peeked out. Pausing, a hand groped over her mostly-covered breast. A finger even circled around the shape of her pert nipple, still hidden beneath the tank top.

James watched with eyes wide and his mouth loose. Faintly, the puppy's first whine hit his ear as she groped over her breasts and toyed, through the fabric, with pert and sensitive nipples. His cock throbbed in its own fabric prison, growing more impatient with every passing second of her teasing.

Giving a cheeky wink, the puppy left her shirt hovering half way and instead unbuttoned her shorts. Her thumbs eased the denim down over her hips. The thin strip of fabric of her thong on her hip peeked out, then disappeared as her shorts resettled on.

"Puppy..." James groaned, groping over his own length with a sudden, ever increasing desperation. At his whine, her shorts dropped and she held her hands out, offering. He pounced.

Pressing the smaller girl back against the soft blanket, his fingers helped tug off the shorts while she jerked down his boxers. Even the cool air of the night didn't faze his throbbing boner as it hit the air, but in fact only made the sudden heat of the girl's sex as she squirmed close to him all the more intense. Her breasts still poked out from her shirt partway, and James quickly peeled the fabric up and covered her instead with his broad palms, groping hungerly.

With a gaspy moan, the puppy spread her legs and pulled the flimsy fabric of her thong to the side, "Come er, pooch. Give it to me. Gimme a bone." She crooned, whimpering between every word with a needy, impatient lust.

James complied with a short thrust down into her hot snatch, instantly feeling the tight clench of the smaller girl. As he pushed into her, she mewled out into the air and grabbed onto his air, mumbling for more which only drove him on harder. Without a pause, he pulled back against and repeated the motion, driving her down into their makeshift bed while she panted into his neck, moaning inches from his ear with every thrust.

Quick. Impatient. Hard. His hips rocked her back into the blanket with every buck. Every motion brought out a squealing, wanting moan and another notch tighter clenching around him, like a constantly constricting vice. Her voice, filled with a husky lust and the breathlessness that came with her constant moans, rustled to his ear in an urgent whisper. "Cum for me, pooch. Please. Cum. Cum for me now. I want you to cum for me. Cum for me, James!"

He stiffened, gasping at her words as his breath caught in his throat, but he couldn't last through her pleading, breathy begging. Plunging deep into her, he caught her lips into a deep kiss and shot a string of cum into the girl, quickly followed by a string of others. She trembled and her own orgasm suddenly hit, flooding their blanket with her own juices.

They clutched together, panting as they relaxed until both went slack on the blanket and rolled back to see the stars above, still dancing. "Mmm, it's beautiful," the golden puppy whispered into James's neck with a groggy tone in her voice.

James glanced at her, never looking up to the stars, but instead holding her gaze and grinned, "Yes, yes it is."