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The weather had been somewhat depressing for the last couple of weeks. Storm systems kept lining up and passing through one by one. It left Carrie feeling down. The rain always did that to her when it stayed dreary for too long. Hannah knew that, and whenever the weather got this way, she knew just what to do to pull her friend out of the slump. The light drizzle didn't bother her as she strolled down the sidewalk, unable to keep from grinning as she pictured what was coming. Her outfit was a little scant and tended to draw a few stares from passers-by but she didn't care, in fact that was part of the fun. Down the street she walked, finally reaching the tall building Carrie lived in.

The air in the building was warmer than usual, turned up slightly because of the cold fronts that kept lapping at the city. The temperature difference wasn't too hard on most but the head of maintenance found it uncomfortable. Then again, he had the thickest fur in the building. He sat on the smooth marble floor as he worked on the circuitry of the elevator panel, letting the weather over the recent days roll around in his head. If he was right, she would be along any minute now. The doors slid open and he pulled his gaze away to watch the show as time seemed to slow down for only a few moments.

In walked Hannah, dressed in a red gown, far too short to be considered appropriate. A mass of white frill puffed the hem up away from her thighs, exposing the creamy flesh below. A pair of white stockings rode up along her smooth calves, over the knee to just inches away from the bottom of the rather 'poofy' hemline. Dainty black shoes, glossy and high in the heel, clacked softly along the smooth stone floor. From there, the dark lupine's gaze lifted to her upper half, and what a half it was. The crimson fabric hugged tight against her midriff, the shiny little buttons straining more and more the closer they got to her bust. Good god that bust. Only self-conscious celebrities with too much money and free time had better curves. The young woman's costume, since that was essentially all it really was, did little to cover those perky swells, bringing a hint of drool to the wolf's lips. His eyes lifted higher to drink in those pert lips, those deep blue eyes, and long golden curls spilling out under the red hood connected to the little cloak draped over her shoulders.

He didn't know why she liked the little red riding hood outfit but he was certain it was for someone else. The dark figure had been working in the building long enough to have come across the fairy tale getup on more than one occasion, coming in and heading out. He knew exactly which door she was headed to and who resided behind that door. It was another young lady and judging from the moans that emanated from behind that wooden barrier, they were more than just friends. All this knowledge combined with a building libido made for an interesting opportunity. One that the wolf had been waiting for ever since it started raining.

"Excuse me. Is the elevator out of order?"

The lupine had since pulled his gaze back to his work to keep from drawing attention to himself, returning it to the lady as she spoke up. An answer came quickly enough.

"I'm afraid so. The stairs are just down the hall. It'll be another half an hour before I'm done with this."

An annoyed little sigh escaped the lady, not frustrated with the repairman doing his job but more the fact that the work was required.

"Crap...that's a hell of a walk. Well, thanks anyway," She paused softly to gaze down at his chest, reading the nametag sewn into his jumpsuit, "...Conn." And with that, she was off towards the stairs. He leaned back to watch her vanish around the corner and listened for the close of the door guarding the stairwell. Immediately he removed his tools and reconnected the panel, shoving it back into place to make the unit operational again. He tapped the 'up' button frantically, his running clock displaying in his mind. He had timed it. It took a good fifteen minutes to get from the ground to the floor in question, and that was if the girl didn't take a break. The elevator door opened and in he slipped quickly and quietly. The ride up was relatively short and Carrie's door filled his vision. A firm rapping of the knuckles against the wood brought his presence to the young lady's attention. The door opened and there she stood in naught but a pair of exceptionally short shorts, leaving most of the thigh exposed, and a shirt that looked like it belonged to a kindergartner.

"Hey Conn. What's the problem?"

The wolf shrugged a little, trying to down-play the unbelievably arousing sight before him. Thankfully, his suit was lax enough to hide the bulging swell between his legs.

"It's time to check your smoke detectors, just gotta make sure the batteries are still good and charged."

The dark haired lady nodded and stood aside, letting the lupine into her home.

"Right, well, just do what you need to."

Conn nodded and stepped inside, dipping his head low to fit through the doorframe, tall fellow that he was. It was the perfect excuse to enter. The plan was working out nicely so far. He got right to work, testing the shrill, earsplitting devices for functionality. When all had been tended to, he turned to face the young woman smiling a little. He knew of her relationship with the cosplaying lady ascending the lengthy staircase but he also knew that both had welcomed a man into their company on certain occasions. He planned on this being his turn.

"That takes care of the smoke detectors. Now, to just take care of you." The large wolf stepped in close to the human, wrapping his powerful arms around her and mashing her against his chest. She gasped as she was drawn tight against the much taller lupine's form, unable to effectively resist. Conn scooped the young lady up and mashed his lips to hers, silencing any protest she might have with a powerful kiss. At first, Carrie fought against the great furred beast but soon melted into his grasp as the connection brought a new heat between her thighs. Their tongues danced about as the tall wolf moved them to the bedroom, laying the dark haired beauty against the sheets. She had not been in the mood for a man's company for a while but the forceful canid was certainly persuading her. She had known Conn for quite some time but never saw this side of him.

Dainty human fingers and large lupine paws worked to strip away any uncomfortable clothing that separated the two. Within only a few moments they where free and mashing their unclothed forms against one another. Conn let his paws trace over the woman's supple figure, tending to her chest as his sizable extremity below revealed itself, emerging from the fuzzy sheath that had concealed it during the morning hours. It had long since given up any chance of hiding his arousal the minute he set his plan into motion. They danced around the coming experience, the woman playing hard to get while the wolf growled against her, shifting her along the bed until she couldn't move away. When he finally had her pinned, he worked himself into place, parting her delicate passage as she gasped. Their warm embrace was held for a brief moment before Conn began rather aggressively pumping his hips. Carrie shivered as her sensitive folds were hammered away again, her hands clasping at the sheets.

The wolf's paws gripped the young lady's sides as her legs wrapped about his waist. The bed began to shift harshly on the floor with the black male's powerful thrusts. Groans of pleasure rumbled away in his throat while Carrie lay on her back, mouth agape, her breath catching in her throat, hands quickly moving upwards, mashing against her handy-man's chest, fingers running through his thick, plush fur. There was something about the texture that she adored. Why she had not thought to invite him to join in before now was beyond her. Harder they bucked against one another, moisture collecting between each other's crevices until a mighty howl filled the chamber and a thick, heated blast gushed forth, filling the young human's middle. Her eyes shut tight and she cried out as the almost alien sensation spread through her, falling limp under the wolf as he finished, not quite reaching her own peak just yet. She panted, somewhat disappointed that Conn didn't try to last longer than he did.

"Is that it? Are you done?" Her tired eyes stared up into the wolf's emerald pools. They betrayed some hidden agenda, a part of his cunning little plan that perhaps she had not considered. A smirk spread across his muzzle as his glistening teeth were bared.

"Oh no, I'm far from done. In fact, we're just getting started." His jaws stretched wide before the young woman, the wheels in her head turning as the cavernous maw before her moved in closer. Within seconds, she pieced together his intentions. Her eyes widened in fear as he drew closer, those nasty looking teeth surrounding her vision as it quickly clouded in darkness. She cried out in terror as his lips reached the base of her neck without even so much as a hint of strain, the crown of her head pressed against the back of his throat. A quiet rumble of satisfaction rose up around her as he grinned about his meal, swallowing firmly. The sudden tug of the wolf's gullet dragged her deep into his form, her face mashed against his flesh, her shocked visage visible in his stretched neck. Immediately the woman began to fight, squirming as hard as she could against her would-be predator but it was all for naught. Conn was indeed much stronger. Another mighty slurp saw her chest fall upon his slick, broad tongue which quickly went to work on exploring Carrie's cleavage, lavishing the great swells in oral appreciation. But this was not his purpose for doing this. Down they slipped to join what was already inserted.

The great black wolf worked his jaws around the woman's chest in mere moments, passing over her stomach, which he offered a few tickling laps across, before pausing her progress as her shapely rump popped into his mouth, forced against the rough texture of the roof of his maw. The treasures he sought were now in his grasp, flicking his tongue rapidly over her nether region, still tasting strongly of his release. Still not quite relaxed from their mating, Carrie gasped and moaned, slowly melting in the great lupine's rippling throat, massaged all around by the powerful muscles as her cunny was tended to so ardently. Her entire body was set ablaze by the heat of passion once more as the wolf set out to complete what he started before. More moans rose from his chest as her squirms took on a different tone, not to escape but to attempt to mash against that deliciously skilled organ. Nectar oozed forth along Conn's lips as he continued his ministrations, determined to hear her scream from within before he let her continue onward. Her breaths came in short, rapid gasps until finally, her form locked up, legs spread wide, toes curling, eyes shut tight, and a great, orgasmic scream made the wolf's innards tremble.

A warm splash filled his mouth as he tilted his head back, determined to collect as much of it as he could. With his rather unwilling meal now spent for the moment, he found the going easier, sliding over her thighs and down her supple legs with great alacrity. Once her feet reached his jaws, he carefully pushed them in with a single paw, closed his jaws around them, and instead of just finishing off the young lady, he gave those graceful soles a firm slurping, teasing and tickling with his able tongue. New squirms came from within as the young lady slowly spilled out into the wolf's stomach, too exhausted at the moment to take stock of her situation. Those weak struggles came not of displeasure but of an attempt to escape the source of the tickle. A few minor, incoherent complaints came of it from his stretched gut but they quickly faded as he lost his grip on her ankles and down the last of poor Carrie slid, finally settling in the warm, surprisingly elastic pouch of the wolf's belly. Conn licked his lips and gave the bloated swell a firm rubbing as she curled up inside.

"Mmm, delicious! I should have done this a long time ago!" Just as he began to acclimate to the sense of fullness, the added bulk, and the new weight pressing down on his hips, a knock came at the door. It was the blond lady dressed as little red riding hood. The wolf smirked at how apropos the outfit was considering the nature of his encounter with her lover. He chuckled and lounged there on the bed, cupping a paw to his mouth to shout to the woman in the hall, "It's open, come on in!" The sound of the knob twisting and the door swinging open filled the entryway, followed by it sliding back into its housing and the bolt of the apparatus sinking home once more.

"Sorry I'm late honey, the elevator was broken and I had to walk all the way up. Man I'm beat! That's a hell of a climb!" Hannah quickly scanned the room and decided that the bedchamber was where she might find her companion. Much to her surprise, all she found was a bloated looking wolf with his hands behind his head and quite the swollen member protruding from under his belly, grinning back at the costumed visitor.

"Hello there little red riding hood!" He smirked, enjoying the idea of playing along with the old fairy tale. The woman, oblivious to where her lover might be, just grinned back at him and rest a hand on her hip, the other holding a small basket covered in a red and white cloth.

"Well, I wondered why her voice was different. And you said the elevator was out of order."

Conn just let his grin stretch wider.

"I did didn't I? I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. Now why don't you come get comfortable?"

Hannah moved along the edge of the bed, resting her basket on a nearby nightstand as she gave the wolf a cursory glance.

"I didn't think she'd be interested in bringing someone new to the party but, I'm not gonna complain," She paused for a moment, amused at the situation that had presented itself, and began to play along with the old story but with a bit of a twist, "What a big package you have." She skipped the usual ears, eyes, and teeth to get right to the part she was interested in, running her white lace gloved hands over the aching protrusion. Conn growled lustfully as he felt her caress his appendage, reaching out to pull her to him.

"All the better to screw you with my dear!" And without much ado, he pulled her into his lap, working his paws under her skirt to check for undergarments. Fortunately for him, there were none to be found, prompting him to unceremoniously push her down atop his still firm rod. Just as Carrie had before, Hannah gasped in surprise from the sudden entry, working her hips this way and that until the whole of his length was encapsulated within her flesh. Conn's grasp on her hips held her in place as he began to buck up into her while the young lady began working her own hands over her garment, unfastening the buttons to expose her chest and lithe abdomen. A happy growl escaped the black wolf as he gazed over her sumptuous figure, leaning forward and running his wet tongue over the pert mounds she had set loose of their lace and cotton prison. She cooed and arched her back into the attention as she forced herself down on him, riding the great lupine with irrational lust.

Harder and harder he pumped against his second lover of the day, wriggling his proud, rigid flesh deeply into her petals only to yank it free and dive back in again. Moisture coated their thighs as heat built between the two, quickly pushing Conn back to climax once again, just as before, not as concerned with the woman's orgasm just yet. He threw his head back and howled once more as a second wave of heat flooded forth into the human's belly. The rush stole Hannah's breath away as she felt the canid finish, and their motions calm to a halt. Somewhat disappointed, she sat there atop him, still mounted on his rod and put her hands on her hips, still clad in her costume.

"Okay, if you're gonna be our third partner, you have got to work on your endurance. This just isn't gonna cut it."

Conn smirked softly as she stared at him with discontent in her eyes. He licked his chops and pulled the young lady to his belly firmly, preventing her from escaping as he spoke.

"Just like I told your friend, I'm not done with you yet." He cast off her hood and the dress, leaving just her legs still clothed as he worked her head past his lips as he had with Carrie. Hannah yelped in surprise and began to struggle against the wolf, pushing against his chest as she realized their version of the tale followed suit with the original. She screamed in terror, her voice muffled by the wolf's maw as he swallowed hard, quickly stuffing her chest into his maw to savor those sweet, fleshy candies he had fantasized about so many times before. Down he worked her, reaching her own ample bottom where he held her in place. Again, his eager tongue took command and began to explore his latest meal's environs as he worked her stockings and heels off, casting them aside.

By the time he had reached his second victim's trim middle, Carrie had recomposed herself and began to fight anew, trapped in the great wolf belly that had been sloshing about only moments ago during Conn's fervent engagement with his own red riding hood. She beat her fists against his stomach wall as she heard Hannah cry out in fear, demanding he let them both go. When she heard the moans of pleasure begin to trickle down from the wolf's chest, she realized what was happening and fought all the harder, trying to keep Hannah grounded in reality. All her effort was in vain as her lover continued to writhe in passionate gyration against that unbelievable organ until her own climax ripped through her.

Just as before, Conn tilted his head back and let her slide further in, stopping at her lovely little feet to tickle and tease them, this time prepared for any sort of wiggling he might cause. The blond shifted and squirmed about as she giggled, her feet twitching his maw as he slathered them in drool until finally after a good few minutes of fun, he finished her off. Down his gullet slipped the last swell of her form as Hannah landed in the now rather tightly packed chamber that kneaded away gently against the two occupants. Pressed against her beloved Carrie, the two ladies embraced one another and sobbed quietly as they waited to meet their end while Conn simply caressed his massively stretched gut, offering a quiet burp now and again.

"You two are simply scrumptious! I have got to do this again sometime! I don't know why I didn't come and gobble you two up sooner!"

It was a strange compliment to give but the two ladies looked up in the darkness, pressing outward against their captor, surprised that they had not yet felt any sort of burning or suffocating squeeze of the muscular stomach that held them.

"Do this again? But, isn't eating sort of... you know... final?"

It was a valid question, one that Conn was more than happy to comment on.

"Yeah, I suppose, but I don't plan on letting you two go anywhere. You're stuck with me!" He snickered and gave his moving belly a squeeze, pressing his paws in on the two very attractive ladies he had managed to down. As they came to realize that their predicament wasn't quite as it appeared, they noticed that their accommodations weren't really all that awful. In fact, it was quite cozy, not to mention rather private.

"Well, you could have at least asked. And if you do plan on doing that again, you better damn well show us the tongue treatment again. Damn that was amazing!"

Hannah concurred with her dark-haired lover, silencing her with a passionate kiss. Their oral treatments, while satisfying in their own right, had left them wanting more. They pressed themselves together, their slick, drool coated forms sliding this way and that as they tried to position themselves better, grinding and pushing away at one another, mashing their musk-filled petals against one another in an attempt to bring about another delightful wave of orgasm.

Conn meanwhile simply lay there, reclined against the headboard as he watched his middle shift and wriggle about, enjoying the sensations and the sounds of pleasure escaping his furry Bastille of a gut. While his two new friends pleasured one another, he reached over to the basket Hannah had brought with her, finding it filled with all sorts of goodies; whipped cream, chocolate sauce, marshmallows, strawberries, other foods that were common to sensual play, as well as a few adult toys that were sure to be of use between them. He giggled a little and began munching away happily on the fruit, wishing he had thought to open the basket before devouring his two ladies, but what was done was done.

Still, there was always next time.