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--1

A gilded ivory ballroom was the evening's setting. A frosted skylight dome let in a shimmering and warped view of a full moon, the light of which the party operated by, supplanted by muted spotlamps nested in faux-aged gothic architecture.

There Haley stood in a flowing dress, its blue shade a complement to her fur. The dress was not low-cut and therefore did little to accentuate her small breasts. In sharp contrast, v-shaped slits windowed with silk fishnet trailed up her thighs, giving a teasing sideways look at her generous hips and behind, the true shape of which could be easily appreciated from behind. With each and every swish, Haley's tail drew eyes to her hips yet her attitude was a gentle one far removed from the playful lewdness she kept hidden. As per any fox, Haley's sexuality was tightly wound and ready to spring loose if the right man knew how to open her up.

As she sipped champagne, listened to inoffensive jokes and offered polite laughter and enjoyed fine, live music, Haley merely enjoyed her self-imposed socialite status. A posh ballroom was far from the correct place to find a kinky man though that was precisely what she hoped for.

"Haley, so lovely to see you," crooned one of the vixen's acquaintances. She didn't know his name or his vocation, merely saw him at nearly every party. An outspoken raccoon whom she believed to secretly be well beneath the status he projected, he was nevertheless polite and somewhat obvious in his affection for her. "Have you met the guest of the hour?"

"I haven't," the vixen smiled, wondering if she actually had. Honored guests came and went with the wind.

"You should!" Haley's raccoon friend insisted, nudging his drink her way and sloshing it dangerously. "You two have, uh... Well, one thing in common."

A coy smile crossed Haley's short, feminine muzzle. "Which is?"

"Oh, you'll see," he dumbly chuckled, "but go and meet him, he's very famous." He extended a long, spindly finger off to one of the side rooms. Haley recognized those antechambers as where the smaller, more concentrated parties occurred.

Pretty young Haley went wherever the parties took her. Very famous could mean anything from an A-list actor to a local farmer and Haley tempered her expectations accordingly.

Given that she was no consumer of mainstream music but appreciative of handsome, tall men, Haley didn't give the central figure of the small party much more consideration than she felt he warranted. That, however, belied the interest she felt.

He was indeed handsome and tall, the latter simply so but the former in a rugged, young, and lewdly-smiling way. She thought him to be some kind of wolf until she saw the tail was large and bushy like hers. The long snout was a fox trait too, but his fangs were oversized saberteeth which gleamed white and framed his lower jaw, lending an alluring prehistoric look. She liked best of all his hair, this being incredibly long and blonde but tied back in a ponytail made of numerous segments to keep it all in line. Haley perused his fine suit and noted from the shape of his body that he was thick and muscular, but he looked lovely in his suit, not like most bodybuilders whom clearly itched to be nude. Haley also saw what she had in common with this man: His fur was blue and white.

"Ah, hello, it's quite nice to meet you," said Haley, offering her paw to him.

The stud looked down at her in the literal sense with a coy smile and half-lidded eyes. One paw was occupied with a drink. With its twin he held Haley's paw; and in lieu of squeezing it, he held it beneath the palm most reverently and smooched the backside. "Likewise, and what should I call a pretty woman like you?"

Haley blushed and smiled. She modestly introduced herself and the sabertooth fox nodded, relinquishing her paw.

By then the fox had learned from his share of faux pas not to assume on behalf of his fame. Coyly he murmured, "My name is Kahnso, maybe you've heard of me."

The vixen shook her head and cooed, "I'm sorry, I haven't. What is it that you do, mister Kahnso?"

Kahnso outstretched his palm. Haley replaced hers in it and allowed herself to be led to the balcony where worrisomely thick guards looking like mafia in their suits barred any guests from following them.

"I'm a singer," he remarked, it coming as an anticlimax after leading the girl away so conspicuously. He put his free paw on the banister and peered out over the land. Forest for miles sprawled out beneath. Endless ocean to the west, city lights not far to the east. "Kocaine Kahnso and the Deep Inches," he ruefully chuckled.

Haley giggled timidly. "I don't mean any offense, mister Kahnso," she smiled, "but that hardly sounds like the kind of act I'd associate with a palace ballroom."

Kahnso sneered sideways at her. "You caught that too, huh? The head of my label wanted me to come out here. But I can behave. All-night booze and sex... It gets old sometimes," he sighed.

Booze yes, sex no, thought Haley as she encroached on Kahnso's personal space. She sought to make a move and pet his arm. Instead he closed the gap for her when he petted her cheek with a thick finger and then stroked down her arm and flank.

"Love your dress," Kahnso winked.

Haley smiled sheepishly. "That's quite a fine suit you're wearing..."

A well-practiced grin crossed Kahnso's face. The vixen could tell that his eyes were undressing her. "Don't try to turn this around, now," the big fox chuckled. "You carry that pretty dress better than I wear this damn suit."

The vixen wheeled around and put her formidable rear against the banister, her paws on its top. With a coy swish of her tail, she asked the singer, "Feeling overdressed?"

One colossal mitt of Kahnso's palmed Haley's hip, slid around front and splayed its fingers on her belly. The girl tensed but didn't flinch away from him, though she did lay one of her own paws over his. "I make it a point to be nude as much as I can, sweetheart. I'm always overdressed."

Haley wanted dearly to jump Kahnso's bones. That such a studly man with handsome looks and flippant sexuality had set his crosshairs on her was not fortune to be ignored; but what could she do? How unladylike to shuck her dress and touch her toes! "Is that so?" Haley murmured, packing as much lewd interest into her words as she possibly could. They rolled off of her tongue as raw aural sex.

A man of music and tones, Kahnso heard every facet of Haley's lust. "Mhm," he replied, his fingers teasing higher to the subtle curves of Haley's bust. "Now if you'd like to come along with me, babe, I can ditch this stuffy suit and you can get to know me when I'm good and comfortable."

Perhaps Kahnso knew the type - a thinly-veiled slut just looking for an excuse. Haley didn't know or care if Kahnso was that perceptive or merely a horny dog looking for a spot to bury his bone. She smiled sweetly and offered him her paw once again.

--2

Any good palace had bedrooms to spare. The one Kahnso and Haley stormed into looked as if it hadn't seen serious use in years and yet it was immaculately clean. Fresh sheets, no dust, and a gentle scent. None of this mattered to Kahnso or Haley whom locked the door to the hall but flung open the glass entryway to the balcony for a romantic flavor.

There was, however, nothing romantic in the way Kahnso kissed Haley. His great tongue slopped into her small, short muzzle and thoroughly overpowered her, leaving every inch of her maw caked in his slobber. It was a violation Haley blushed and shuddered for, her soft paws stroking over the breast of Kahnso's fine threads in reply. Beneath, she found that the flesh and muscle had absolutely no give and the fact that Kahnso was such a hard, taut male made Haley's loins stir.

Kahnso broke the kiss with a heated, gruff rumble. Then came nibbles and nips down her jawline and a predatory bite where the neck meets the shoulder. Haley gasped and crooned, offering her neck to the rumbling beast whose paws cupped her tit and her hip.

"Ooh, you're so aggressive," Haley shuddered. "I love it." Thus she threaded her fingers through his silky hair, petting down until she hit the first band of the ponytail. Had his hair not been so long or carefully-groomed she would have slipped the band off without a second thought. Instead she played with what was in reach.

"I do what I want," Kahnso blurted, giving Haley a kiss on the lips for her trouble.

"And what is it that you want?" Haley asked, her smile tight with arousal.

Kahnso chuckled and tugged at the shoulders of Haley's dress. "I want this off," he said, simply.

When the dress came off, Kahnso growled in lewd appreciation of what he saw. The same fine curves greeted him, but now without pesky clothing. Haley's small but pert breasts caught his eyes first, the nipples of which were hidden under plush white fur, but it was the vixen's hips which next snared and then held his gaze.

"Damn, hips for days," Kahnso huffed as his big, strong fingers closed around Haley's hips. The vixen pressed in close and giggled impishly. "No panties, either. You must've been counting on someone getting your dress off, babe."

Too demure to admit it, too poor a liar to deny it, Haley kept her peace but stroked over Kahnso's own muscular ass. Clothing kept him decent but his taut flesh was very obvious, it being the antithesis to Haley's thick and gifted behind. Still she enjoyed touching his hard body and had she been more aware of Kahnso's reputation, she would have realized what a lucky girl she was to be in his arms.

Romance was in Kahnso's bag of tricks but he much preferred rough and ready sex. This was more apparent than ever when he eased back from Haley after a subtle grope on her hips. Typical of a horny man, he left his jacket alone but unbuttoned his fly and Haley soon saw that Kahnso was a hypocrite, wearing nothing beneath his suit.

Haley cupped Kahnso's low-hanging balls in one paw, plump sheath in the other. His pointed red rocket had already begun its emergence and its flesh was slick with pre and the natural humidity of the sheath itself. Smearing this natural juice into her fur and feeling it cake and stretch between her fingers made Haley blush and smile.

"Seems to me you know your way around a dick," Kahnso sneered, his tail swaying in a lazy figure eight. "But I always say ladies go first, so why don't you just make yourself comfy and let Kahnso take care of you?"

"I do love a gentleman," Haley smiled as she padded back a step. With the ball in her court, she wheeled around, bent smoothly over and put her paws on the bed. For the piece de resistance, Haley hiked her lush tail up high and softly swayed her hips. "I'm quite comfortable now..."

Backdoor beauties, gotta love 'em, Kahnso thought but mercifully didn't say. Somewhat gracefully, he knelt and set his paws on the vixen's thighs, these no less impressive than her round ass cheeks, but a finer place to start than merely going for the goal. Between the vixen's legs was a fine slit of blue flesh, but it was the ass which had Kahnso's full attention.

Sliding his paws up Haley's thighs in symmetry, Kahnso prolonged the gratification for as long as he could. Even when his mitts reached her ass cheeks, he toyed with her, notching his thumbs beneath them to give them a little bounce. Those plush cheeks jiggled and shook enticingly and a grin cracked his muzzle. "My my my, but it's a lovely full moon we've got tonight," mused the rockstar as his paws crawled across the vixen's ass cheeks.

Haley might have giggled at the remark if not for the slight nervousness she felt. Men didn't always know what to make of her constant training.

Kahnso saw what that training was, of course, when he finally parted the vixen's rump cheeks. Where he expected to see a pucker, he instead saw the base of a purple buttplug. "Well, hm," he muttered, absently kneading Haley's cheeks. "Anal enthusiast much?"

"Just a bit," Haley lied. "You can... Take that out, if you want," added the vixen, sheepishly.

Kahnso shrugged and gingerly gripped the bottom of the toy, slipping his fingers between it and the pucker of Haley's tail hole. A little tug on his end and a subtle display of Haley's mastery over her anal muscles, and the toy slipped free. Inch after inch of tapering, purple toy emerged, surpassing a foot in length and giving Kahnso pause. In fact, he queerly stared at the toy longer than he did at the vixen's cutely swollen, blue pucker.

How can you even walk with this thing? Kahnso longed to ask, but his atrophied internal filter somehow stopped the words. Showing much better judgment, the big fox dropped the toy on the bed and grasped Haley's rump cheeks once more. With a lack of shyness which Haley outright loved in a man, he dragged his tongue across the quivering, plush ring of her tail hole and then came back around to it for a wet kiss.

At the feeling of such a big tongue on her rear entrance, Haley eased forward and draped herself over the bed so as to take the load off of her soon-to-be-shaking legs. Kahnso followed smoothly enough and quickly reinstated his kisses and laps, thus teasing the vixen's well-trained asshole with his famous tongue. For every whimper and groan Haley huffed with, Kahnso grew bolder still. His licks teased and pleased, his cold nose picking up her delicate musk to heighten his own arousal, this keeping his swollen, knotted cock perpetually bared and leaky.

Haley curled her toes and tugged at the sheets. Her long tail swayed a hypnotic cobra dance as her eyes rolled back and a tiny grin creased the corners of her mouth. "Mmf, that's wonderful," gasped Haley, clenching her pucker against Kahnso's teasing licks.

What is it with me scoring these butt-fiend girls? Kahnso thought, taking a break to suckle a finger. He pressed its wet tip to Haley's similarly moist pucker, and when he pushed it into her, he reveled in her croon and chuckled in reply to it. "I'm not getting any pussy, am I?"

A gentle giggle from Haley, the closest noise she had to a sly laugh, made all the more strained as Kahnso fingered her deeply and firmly. "You won't mind, I think, mister Kahnso..."

"Not typically what you tell a spoiled rockstar," said Kahnso with a smile. His pumping was steady and firm, still employing just one finger, but with his size, he didn't necessarily need a second. An affectionate, steady rub on Haley's thick rear with his free paw coaxed a warm rumbling out of the vixen whom seemingly took just as much pleasure from a massage as she did from a finger. "Since you got me where I am," he mused, "what exactly can Kocaine Kahnso do for you, princess?"

A stud to play with at her own discretion brought a rare smile to Haley's muzzle, unseen by the rockstar with the dutifully-pumping finger. She hummed thoughtfully, swished her tail and rhythmically clenched her anal walls. "As good as you've been to me," said Haley, "maybe you could lie back and let me take of you for a bit."

Smiling and slowing his finger, Kahnso considered for only a moment. He soon sprawled back on the bed, bottomless and bearing his colossal erection. Standing up on the bed and maneuvering over Kahnso's form, Haley found herself appreciating for a second time just how massive the fox was in more than one way. The pretty young socialite had given herself up to males larger than Kahnso, often stallions, so to see a man so beastly in size with a knotted penis to match was a rare treat for a buttslut such as Haley.

Haley straddled Kahnso's head and stared down his body with a gentle, thoughtful hum as if to ponder life's great mysteries. Actually, she was only gauging how best to smother Kahnso's handsome muzzle in her rump cheeks and she accomplished that in the simplest route imaginable: She sat down on his face.

Much to Haley's delight, Kahnso gripped her ass and went straight to work with his dirty tongue. Only her tail hole fell prey to his loving laps, the pussy ignored in favor of that which she offered. For a time, Haley petted his neck or reached back and stroked his hair, doing so with her feet on the bed all the while. But just as tender and lewd as Haley's behind were her feet; and too tempting was Kahnso's fat, red cock to just ignore, so the vixen solved all of her problems when she braced her paws on the bed, swung her feet around and playfully pressed Kahnso's penis between their pads.

Immediately, Haley heard and felt Kahnso's lewd response. Wearing her tiniest of smiles but the greatest of blushes, she fondly worked Kahnso's cock from the great bulk of the knot to the taper of the tip, savoring the drool of pre and spreading the lubrication around with sinfully skilled toes.

By then, Kahnso was an incredibly messy eater and his hot huffs into the vixen's ass crack sounded like a dragon's snorting. He seemed no worse for wear having the full warmth of Haley's butt on his muzzle, apparently thriving on such a fine behind and in turn giving its focal point, which was Haley's well-trained and puffy pucker, the most loving licks he could.

In sharp contrast to Kahnso's compliance and fondness in his rimming was the manner in which he desperately bucked up into Haley's paws. This didn't throw off Haley's rhythm so much as it strengthened her resolve, and as Kahnso became especially rowdy she squeezed his knot between her pads and smiled at his braying moans and blissful thrashes, but despite what a bumpy ride Kahnso's face had become, she sat pretty while her asshole got the attention she felt it deserved.

Kahnso's meaty paws caressed Haley's hips, teased up her flanks, circled around to her front and briskly stroked down across her breasts, small though they were. His fingertips teased through the thick fur and then across her nipples and this pleasure made her coo and wiggle, but the greatest pleasure was of course the rimjob. As a result of Kahnso's diligent rimming, Haley's puffy pucker was slathered in drool and quivering in pleasure, and the fat foxcock aching in her toes was destined to plug her up nicely.

Sweetly smiling at the thought, Haley continued to rub Kahnso's meat in the grip of skilled feet but she asked him quite gently, "Maybe you'd like to go further?"

Of course Kahnso did, and he nudged Haley off of his snout with a gentle push on her generous ass. The smirk on his face really said everything, and though Haley didn't see it, she imagined he had some such expression.

Blushing, wet, dying to be assfucked, Haley made her move to present herself on the bed. Kahnso grabbed her by the hips, however, manhandling her for the first time down to his groin. Haley gasped but offered her compliance and at Kahnso's insistent nudges alone, she soon had his fat slab of meat notched between her ass cheeks. It was too thick a cock to completely disappear in that furry cleft but Haley's rump did indeed hide most of the big, red shaft.

Haley wasn't sure just how passive Kahnso would be, a curiosity which persisted even when he sat up and wrapped his arms around her, thus completely eclipsing her. From his lips came a wickedly lewd chuckle which Haley felt as much as she heard, pressed as she was against Kahnso's bulk.

"Shit, you're a fine girl," Kahnso snarled into an ear, rubbing her arms and making them look tiny. In fact, Haley in her entirety looked tiny next to him. "I gotta admit, I've been wondering all this time how far that fine butt of yours can stretch, princess. What say we find out?"

Flustered and needful, Haley answered with a nod just as she pushed herself up from the bed and re-seated on Kahnso's shaft. Most women and men needed a steadying hand to guide a phallus inside; but Haley was perhaps the most anal-centric girl Kahnso had ever met, and she wedged his drooling cock against her slicked pucker without a second guess. And so the vixen started to impale herself, emitting a sultry croon as Kahnso's meat parted her anal walls and drove deep into her velvet insides.

Canine cocks in sizes to embarrass stallions were something Haley got so infrequently as to cherish most of all. Each inch of Kahnso's male flesh was treated to unspeakably fine walls manipulated by skill earned through years of training. When his knot kissed up against her pucker, Haley cooed a warmly satisfied sound.

Getting the flesh inside and testing its size was just the beginning for a competent anal whore like Haley, however, and the vixen started her ride with a sigh and a rare, quick grin. With strong legs, she bounced on Kahnso's lap slowly but firmly. Emitting sweet noises but no words, she left the pillow talk to Kahnso whom filled the void neatly with nasty compliments and dirty reassurances Haley didn't need but still enjoyed hearing.

Beyond the pleasure and the fullness which was Kahnso's cock, Haley loved how his overwhelming paws stroked her, cupped her tits, teased over her belly but respectfully avoided the slit of her cunt. In all that time she heard his heavy breathing, lewd growls and even dirtier words. One remark in particular stuck out and made her smile: "I've fucked more girls than I can remember in a lot of ways, honey, but I'd take this ass over a lot of the pussies I've gotten."

"Ah, would you really?" Haley crooned. Her walls rippled along Kahnso's shaft, the sinew behind them strengthened and tightened through years of rigorous anal training. Kahnso's cock was no challenge to such a girl, but the pleasure she took away from it rivaled what any boy could feel. As if to show affection or merely because Kahnso was such a handsome and strong man, Haley reached up and rubbed over his muzzle, teased down his neck and perused the dense cords of it. Body fat, thought Haley with her plump ass and thighs, was a rare thing to find on Kahnso, but the contrast suited her just fine.

Again Kahnso's meaty paws cupped Haley's tits and thus hid them much like Haley's asshole swallowed his manhood over and over again sans knot. That the vixen could ride him so smoothly and easily wasn't much of a surprise to Kahnso after seeing the buttplug, though in practice he liked just how skilled she was. "Maybe I lied a little bit," he grinned, pinching on her nipples, "but it's a close race, girl."

High praise coming from a studly rock singer, thought Haley. To have his favor even in a coy way was enough to make her blush and work harder on his aching manhood. Soon she began to huff and coo as her pussy grew damp but remained ignored. One paw held fast around Kahnso's neck, its twin resting over one of his groping mitts which spurred him to grope harder still. Stronger huffs and gentle whimpers now, the vixen bouncing more sharply and dropping her plush ass on Kahnso's knot with each descent. "Ooh, that's such a big knot," she murmured with a twinge of worry in her voice.

"No shame in not taking it, babe," Kahnso grinned. Coyness ignored, he too was blushing and grunting not unlike but far more gruffly and openly than Haley. Sitting up, he couldn't grind up into her descents but he did molest her and whenever her thick rear pushed down into his lap, he rumbled heatedly, showing his appreciation for such a round behind.

Haley said nothing more on the matter of the knot but she unmistakably began to work toward that goal. Insistent grinds brought about soft moans of pleasure. Female musk with a subtle playful quality emanated from her unused snatch, playing with Kahnso's nostrils, making them flare and snort. Haley shivered at the nearly equine noise, it making the fur on the back of her neck bristle and her nipples tingle.

Harsher, heavier grinds into Kahnso's lap helped to spread Haley's trained tail hole against the dramatic curve of the rocker's knot and it was here that Kahnso outright moaned. The pleasure itself wasn't too great yet - what got him was the thrill of knowing that Haley was trying with everything she had in her tight, blue ass to tie the knot. "Fuckin' Christ, you're not gonna be satisfied until you limping away, is that it?" the fox luridly snarled, curling his toes.

"Mmh, more or less!" Haley uncertainly giggled, bracing her paws on Kahnso's muscular thighs now. Exactly like an exercise, she pushed herself up and lowered herself again and again, a bit more firmly with each repetition Much like Kahnso, her own toes were curling and said rockstar unhanded her to lie back and sprawl. He had an ulterior motive in this which was obvious when he used the leverage to start to buck up into the vixen, bending his legs and bracing his feet on the sheets to push off.

The lovely young vixen gasped cutely at Kahnso's assistance. She tilted forward and put her own feet on the bed to squat upon Kahnso's cock, gripping his knees for the support she needed. Haley started to bounce and grind again, soon timing her impalements with Kahnso's dependable grinds. Each and every time that knot wedged deeper into her asshole but never quite stayed, Haley softly grunted but openly gasped. Her pussy was dangerously wet, her butt growing sore but in that well-used, pleasurable way only true anal enthusiasts know of. As soon as that knot was in, she promised herself, she could rest.

Kahnso glanced down his body still half-dressed in a fine suit. A smile crept across his prettyboy muzzle at the sight - a big-hipped vixen bouncing on him, seen past his handsome jacket. I gotta do more of these ballroom scenes, thought Kahnso with a brief but devilish chuckle. Aloud he growled, "Quit teasing me, baby! Your asshole doesn't get that swollen without taking a knot or two!"

The fact that Kahnso had her completely pegged in more than one way made Haley blush more than usual. Rather than speak on the matter, she put everything she had into proving Kahnso completely right. For all her rapid bouncing and endearing whimpers, Haley was really very subtle as she rode Kahnso so quickly and sharply, throwing her plump behind down into his lewd bucks hard enough that his hips audibly spanked her ass as if their fur wasn't there at all. With each bounce, her thick behind jiggled and the puffy pucker between the cheeks quivered anxiously for the knot. She kept spreading herself against it, opening her asshole up a little bit more every single time but the pace was agonizing. In dire need of some immediate gratification, Haley gripped Kahnso's knees as tightly as she could, timed herself, and then outright flopped down against Kahnso's hips just at the apex of his grind with a sharp gasp.

It was a perfect collision of flesh and a meeting of Kahnso's knot with Haley's anal entrance. In one lewd motion the knot popped past her snug blue ring, burying itself with no hope of an easy exit. Haley did not shriek or cry; she only gasped and quivered just as her walls stretched so wonderfully far open.

"Ah...! Shit, I didn't think you'd do it!" Kahnso hissed through grit teeth, staring at the back of Haley's head through nearly squinted eyes, hearing her huffs through pinned-down ears. With a deadly snarl and a tight squeeze on the vixen's hips, he gracelessly flopped flat on his back and pulled Haley down against himself. Into that well-trained rear shot a large potent wad of rockstar seed, its exit set to the tune of Kahnso's grunts and vicious snarls - and soon Haley's own orgasming cry.

Spurred on by Kahnso's virulent seeding, Haley trembled against him and awkwardly gripped his paws in her own just as her tail lashed in agitation. In just one very sharp squirt which ran down Kahnso's balls, the vixen came and she tossed her head back for a whore moan at the gilded ceiling. A then panting and shivering Haley fell back against Kahnso and the rockstar held her close, squeezing and cuddling her with a possessive rumble of pleasure.

"This," Haley croaked, "has been quite an evening."

"You can say that again, girl," Kahnso sneered. "I always figured you socialites were anal. Didn't think it was literal."

Haley giggled, covering her mouth demurely. She said nothing and just cuddled against his warm, hard body. Minutes passed, each growing longer than the last as the moon filtered into the room and cast its pallor over their prone bodies, and soon Kahnso snoozed. With the party dull and her rump well-stuffed, Haley joined him in rest.