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Story: "Comforting Bedfellows, part 2" by Rebelborn of Furaffinity

Characters: Densetsu (c) Rebelborn of Furaffinity; Sly, Luck, Maneki (c) Electricfox777 of Furaffinity

"Comforting Bedfellows"

Part 2

Sly heard the shower running at full blast. Den managed to calm down long enough to speak of her woes to him. The canine nodded gently stroking the back of her paw to comfort her. He'd seen Luck and Maneki upset but never to Den's extent. Within the confines of the bathroom Den washed rain, sweat, and tears from her fur.

She cradled her arms about her chest allowing the shower head to splatter her in warmth. Water ran down her curved form like the tears from earlier streaming down her face. Outside the door Sly heard only the water. Not to invade he gave the tigress space. He walked back to his office to finish straightening up curious as how to help Den.

The shower puttered to an end with drops of lukewarm water dripping from the nozzle. Den rested against the tiled wall searching her surroundings in thought. She rubbed her arms trying to keep warm as her wet body chilled. Unable to focus she reached for the shower curtain pulling the plastic aside. A small shiver coursed down her spine entering the world pass the warm waters.

"Oooo..." She shuddered. The feline surveyed the room wondering just what to wear. Her rain soaked clothes lay draped over a towel rack. About her only choice was a full length towel hanging out behind the bathroom door. It would have to work.

She took the towel from it's hanger wrapping it about her dancer's body. The terrycloth rubbed at her fur as she secured the material snugly at her chest. A sigh fell from her lips as not even a spacious bathroom towels could contain her large D-Cup. Den checked the fastening on her towel one last time while flicking the light switch off. She left behind a steam filled room in search of Sly.

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Her ears perked at the sounds of faint typing emanating from Sly's office. With wet clothes in one room and her friend in his room, there was little option for her. Den tip toed in search of clothing. Slowly she walked down the dark hallway seeking to fulfill her destiny: find clothes. Or something to that variation. A groan from Sly's office sent Den up against the wall.

Sly stretched and leaned back in his reliable computer chair. The laptop screen glowed with a word document half way written. He'd rub the back of his neck wanting the next lines to come to him, but with no such luck. Looks like it was back to the drawing board. Little did Sly know his house guest lurked in the shadows of his hallway. Den couldn't believe she was sneaking through Sly's household, only to have water slid from her body soaking the rug under foot.

She hadn't wish to be playing ninja in the darkened hall. She knew the small home was three bedroom and occupied by Sly, Luck, and Maneki. The tiger weighed her options, but out of the corner of her eye she found a room down the hall open. The bedroom's door was open far enough to allow light from the window to dance out. Like a beacon the light called her over.

The tigress smiled. Progression! She hurried over relieved for the shelter. At least she could get decent with Luck or Maneki's clothes; surely they wouldn't mind if she borrowed some clothes for the day. It was at that same moment the door to Sly's room opened to greet her.

Sly chuckled at the sight of the tigress struggling to decide what to think. Den's sapphire eyes gazed perplexed into the canine's, "I...uh...hi?" Her lips turned into an awkward smile whereas Sly smirked at her predicament.

"Hi." He said in return.

Could that be sarcasm in his voice? No. Den knew he was trying for cute. This awkward moment lasted a lifetime to Den. She was about to back away from the wolfox when he suddenly made a grab for her. A soft gasp echoed in the hall as strong arms hugged her about the shoulders. Sly gently held her leaving the tigress searching for what to do. She sighed bringing her arms about his mid section tightly, squeezing his waist.

The two friends embraced tightly bringing down their defenses as comfort won out over concern. Den closed her eyes wincing when the wolfox lowered his arms. He ran paws down her wet back and across the rough material of the towel. In turn she nestled her head against his shoulder enjoying the intimate touch, something she missed in her life.

Den slid her paws beneath his shirt running up to stroke the short fur covering his backside. The feline's claws traced thin lines through his pelt feeling the muscles twitch beneath. Sly represented safety, security, and shelter. She'd never guess her afternoon would've been dedicated to caressing her friend's body. He acted content in her pursuits. There were no signs of disapproval, but Den didn't want to press her luck.

Sly would prove her wrong. Den discovered Sly had a few tricks up his sleeve and not about to let his prize slip away. He grabbed for his t-shirt lifting it from his body. A flat chest pressed hard into her form, as eager hands crept along her towel encased curves. So, it came down to bedfellows with Sly? Why not? After all she could use the stress relief. Her mental observation fell to the wayside when Sly further pushed against her.

Her paws came from his waist to push back; for if he's getting naked she'd want to join. Limbs, arms, and hands tumbled this way and that, as canine and feline dragged clothes off one another. Den fitted her muzzle to Sly's demanding a kiss. The tigress cupped his cheeks capturing his maw in a hungry lip lock. Poor Sly's jeans lay flap open and barely off his hips by the time Den surprised him. She dropped a paw down to tug at the bothersome denim. Her lips departed his with a wet smack.

Den smiled as she kissed a trail down his chest. She followed the lines of muscle pointing to the apex region of his body. The tigress knelt before Sly bringing his jeans and boxerbriefs pass his hips to expose the ebony length in hiding. His sheath carried the potent treat for her pleasure, but she'd have to work to slip it out.

Den slided her rough tongue down the furry housing running to the underside, towards the heavy sac, then reversed her path. She teased the sensitive fur, eliciting sighs from her partner. The pink tiger tongue lingered at the eyelet hole leading to the member's hidey hole. Warmth entered the sacred tunnel of his wolfhood. The black tip suffered an erotic fate of warm saliva dousing it, while a hungry feline sucked on the sheath.

Little by little the bashful canine length slithered out bathed in feline drool. At the sight of the half mast cock Den murred in appreciation. She knelt naked at the feet of Sly servicing him as though a pet would, but Den was far from a pet claimed by Sly. The tigress was the exact opposite. She and Sly knew each other well enough to commit to casual liaisons. Tonight permitted a chance at just that, but Den sensed much more. Maybe it was her imagination.

Sly cupped at the feline's cheek stroking the fur gently, but he pushed her away.

"What'swrong?" She asked a tendril of saliva breaking off when he moved her.

"Everything's fine but I doubt you want to be doing this in the doorway." He chuckled caressing the back of her head.

Den saw the reasoning. She licked her maw clean getting up from the floor. Giving head in the hallway could warrant several kinky adventures, but how the hell did she explain that to his pets? Den giggled.

"What's so funny?" Sly asked quirking a brow.

"Nothing, per se but I am glad to be smiling, laughing again."

They shared a smile despite the sexual need growing between them. Den followed Sly to his bed watching him sit on the edge arms about her waist. Once again, like before, lips covered lips to initiate the age old ritual of pleasure. Instinct told Sly and Den to listen for words and accept the cues. Den heard the calling, taking her time learning her lover's body one inch at a time. The wolfox had a lovely feline specimen sitting in his lap wanting only him. She murred through joined muzzles finding her tongue caressing over his.

His hands threaded through the thick, chocolate mane of Densetsu. Sly brushed the long hair pass her cheek mixing the stray crimson lock into the dark brown sea of silk. She sat leisurely in his lap caressing his muzzle drinking his lips. Hours ago she sat sobbing a broken heart out, and now she rested in her good friend's company. Her muzzle pulled back with a wet smack. She produced a smile meant exclusively for him. Den took Sly's fedora adjusting it so the lid flipped up. She wanted to see the golden eyes of the male making her happy. His precious hat flopped from his brow as Den pushed it from his head.

Sly returned the favor by grabbing Den by the waist and bringing her atop of him with his back to the bed. They lay in quiet for a short time, but need hadn't patience to spare the couple. Den lay across her protector listening to his heart. She leaned up angling her muzzling for another kiss from him. With her distraction in place Den moved her paw between bodies to stroke the upright member. The cock throbbed in her hand proving the delicacy of the male's passion. Its pulse matched her heart thundering in her ears.

Den listened to Sly groan when she felt him up. His resolve teetered on the edge of him loosing it. The wolfox wouldn't stand for another teasing from the playful pussy. The touch to his length was enjoyable but foreplay pleased a man for only so long. He grabbed for Den and rolled her to her back. Sly's arms came under her back pulling back to leave under her. Den smiled at her wolfox lover wrapping his left arm under her back then groping the large teat at the side.

"Mnn..." Den sighed as his maw kissed her right breast.

She gasped when a rigid mass bumped at her opening. Through the whole ordeal Den's sex grew moist in subtle crescendo to the main event. This was the main event though! Sly slipped his right hand pass her folds. She winced at the casual caress to her flesh. Den felt fingers dip into her womanhood rubbing her channel. First one finger sliding into her warmth, next two testing the tightness of her pussy.

"Sss...Sly..." Words became incoherent mumbles from her lips. Sly fingered the tigress feeling wetness drench his shifting digits sliding into her depths. She writhed in his grasp groaning when the two fingers dislodged from her channel.

The wolfox pulled free from Den's moisture grabbing her right leg under the knee then up. Her murr enticed his actions. Den rubbed at her wet pussy lips backing away when the black length edged into her folds. A soft moan entered her muzzle, while Sly pushed pass the entrance. The smooth cock fitted the head against the tight sex then plunged inside. At long last rapture sung through Den's body. Her canine lover allowed her to adjust. He threaded the member inch for inch until, with a nod from Den, he rocked his hips.

Sharing the canine's bed felt taboo to Den. Wasn't this luxury reserved for Luck and Maneki? A gasp interrupted her thoughts once Sly pushed deeper into her hole. Her walls squeezed as he ventured on to spread apart her folds. Maybe not just Luck and Maneki after all. Sly's thickness passed through her channel claiming the warmth as his own. He kept the same pace adding simple hard thrusts to break the rhythm.

A growl fell from Sly's muzzle when he hit spots tightening about his length. He changed positions. The wet length turned, only going further through her folds. His weight pushed the tigress into the mattress. The joyful union sent a soft, low sigh from her lips. This evening in the wolfox's company was turning into a pleasant display of affection.

The feline swooned for him upon his approach. Her eyes drooped gazing back to the protective golden hues of her lover. Sly cupped Den's cheek while hovering above her. His hand touched the soft fur covering her muzzle which elicited a shudder from her body. Den moaned when he moved again. The walls of her channel collapsed against the length claiming her path. She knew she wouldn't last much longer.

Sly smiled at the cries of the feline writhing beneath him. She produced the desired songs of pleasure he hoped to hear ring out from her lips. As she lie moaning his paw rested at her breast groping the plump, full orb as it heaved. He bent down taking the opposite teat in his muzzle where his teeth caught he nipple. The clever wolfox applied the right pressure and Den mewled.

Pink flesh slowly drifted apart during the sundering of her sex. He drove on seeking to complete the binding of two souls trapped in pleasure. Den slid her arms from his neck to down his back feeling the muscles move like silk under the fur. Each shove of the hips brought the muscles together, then on his pull back the muscles relaxed from the effort. She heard him groan or was it a growl? Whatever it was the hips of the wolfox picked up ever so to match the insatiable need of his lover below.

She moved against Sly matching the desired rate of pleasure. The room filled with a chorus of growls from canine to feline. Den's claws raked gently across the gray furred back of Sly when he sped up. The walls of her love tunnel squeezed on the invader till it darted pass a selected piece of flesh. His cock pummeled the desired spot causing Den to shift as though stabbed by a blade.

"Gods! Sly..." Bingo! The sweet spot that brought any female to her lovely, orgasmic end. Not a stranger to bliss Sly kept thrusting into his partner. He'd plow out her climax wanting to hear her cry out like a good girl.

Den panted growing hot beneath her striped pelt. Her arms clung to his back for support when the tell-tale rigid state entered into the fray. The tigress went motionless on the bed then arched against the tangled sheets. She couldn't find her voice but before falling back down to the mattress she cried out a familiar name.

"...Sss...Sss..Ssssly!"

His moment of triumph arrived. The canine sped up his claim announced by her declaration of who brought her to the moment of climax. Sly rutted her harder till his own release followed shortly delivered by a growl. The milky seed leaked out flooding the womb and channel of the tigress. She reeled under the weight of the wolfox with mind washed away by the bliss.

Who knows when Den or Sly awoke. All Den remembered was a pair of female voices asking for Sly. She drifted between consciousness and sleep unaware Sly remained at her side. Den figured reason could wait. She lay comfortably in her friend's bed knowing that today was a good day after all.