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Freya slid her paw down to the small of Desmond's back then rubbed in a lazy circle. Together they watched a mixed team of horses and bulls unloading the contents of a moving van into a newly-erected manor of exquisite taste.

"Look at that armoire," the pink wolf Freya chuckled. "And those privacy screens, how tacky."

"Is that a grand piano?" Desmond sneered. He wrapped an arm around Freya's middle and pressed his head against her shoulder. "I think our new neighbor has expensive tastes."

"And you know what that means," Freya crooned. "But let's allow her to her settle in for a bit. Come along, dear."

Come nightfall when the air was cold and still, Freya and Desmond walked to the yard of their newest neighbor. The moving truck was long gone. Light glowed through the curtained windows and smoke rolled out of the chimney. "Nook told me she's a pachyderm," Desmond stated with his paw on Freya's taut hindquarters. "I'm hoping her ass is as wide as a bus."

Freya shook her head with a laugh. She shrugged off Desmond's touch and nudged him toward the manor. "I must be honest, dear - you've exhausted me with your foxy ways this evening, but I think you've spent enough time in my tutelage to know just how to make our new neighbor feel she's a pillar of the community."

Desmond studied Freya's face carefully. "You trust me to do this alone?"

The wolf smiled malignantly and stroked Desmond's head as though he were a house pet "You're a fast learner and you clearly want a chubby elephant all to yourself." She winked a yellow eye and bared her teeth in a wicked facsimile of a smile. "Spend the night if you wish, but make her feel special. I'll be waiting to hear how it goes."

After a kiss, Desmond purred, "If she turns me away, I'll be back with you again."

Freya flicked Desmond's nose as she backpedaled. "If she turns you away," she sniped, "you can masturbate into the toilet. I don't fuck underachievers."

The wolf left for her own manor. Desmond straightened his jacket and walked to his new neighbor's home.

First to catch Desmond's eye was the mailbox. The elephant's given name was apparently Opal, and Desmond thought this was a suitably sumptuous name for a snooty woman. He rapped his knuckles on the door and within seconds, he heard the dry fussiness of a stuck-up bitch.

"Yes, yes, always with these tepid greetings," Opal scoffed from behind the door. She undid the deadbolt and finally threw the door open to reveal herself in the warm light of her foyer.

Desmond was only of average height. Opal stood at least half a foot taller than he. The fox was spoiled by Freya's thick tits often exposed by a window sweater; Opal was twice as stacked and Desmond forgave her wearing a windowless sweater due to the scale and curvature of her breasts. Of course the pale green elephant had a belly, but what made her a chubby chaser's dream girl was her pelvic area. Big, wide hips and a colossally fat, round ass popped in Capri pants. Monstrous thighs nearly the width of Desmond's hips hid a cunt that undoubtedly required spelunking to find for the fat rolls. Impure thoughts were already rolling through Desmond's head.

"Well," Opal huffed, "you're rather cute. A far cry from those other villagers." A beat. "Are you going to introduce yourself, young man?"

"I'm sorry," Desmond smiled. "I was just thinking about your hair pie."

"Come again?" Opal blurted.

"I said, I was just thinking I should have brought you some of my homemade cherry pie," Desmond said, ever smiling. "My name is Desmond, I'm one of your new neighbors. I thought I might come by and say hello."

Opal smiled thinly but flared the nostrils of her trunk. Desmond reached for her thick-fingered hand and smooched the back of it more lasciviously than any gentleman ever would. "And I must say, you're quite a lovely addition to this rather thin and narrow village. I haven't met a lady of your caliber in ages."

"Please, no more," Opal tittered. She tossed her head back and bounced her cute sage locks. "Would you care to come in, you little flatterer?"

Within Opal's home, Desmond was the model of a gentleman. They partook of tea and cake and Desmond ever laid on thick compliments to both her home and person. Within an hour Desmond sat with her on her sofa. It creaked under her ass.

"Now, I must admit," said Opal as she set a chubby hand on the twink's thigh, "I know why you're here."

Desmond smiled gingerly. "Do you?"

"Mhm," Opal chuckled. Her hand slid north and brushed Desmond's sleeping penis through his jeans. "You're here to seduce me," said the elephant with a swish of her tail, "because you want the easy life in the lap of luxury with a fat wife whom never gets hit on by attractive young men - such as yourself." In a flash her expression was flat and unamused. She felt a twinge of anger when Desmond started to grin. "And what is that smile about, hm?"

"You're half-right," Desmond laughed. "See, I'm here to seduce you, make no mistake about that."

"The question is why," Opal pushed, flush with indignation.

The twink pressed a kiss on the elephant. It made her blush, though she pouted soon after. "I don't care about your money, and I sure as hell don't want to marry you." With a racy growl down into her ear, he said, "I just want to bang you like a screen door."

Opal blanched and recoiled. "You what?"

Desmond's grin was as wide as it was obscene. He reached for her tits and fondled them through the sweater. When Opal winced and swatted at his paws, he squeezed harder and harder until she relented but huffed. "I wanna fuck the shit out of you, you fat bitch. I'm gonna lick the sweat out of your ass crack. I wanna see something sticky on those tits besides pie filling and ice cream."

Opal scoffed and smacked Desmond across the face with an open palm. The foxcoon grunted yet refused to let up. The squeezes came harder and he ground his aching erection into her thigh. "I bet you're popular wherever you go. Boys line up around the block to sniff your sweaty box, right?"

"You absolute pig!" Opal bawled. "Get the fuck out of my home!"

"Yeah, fight me, baby!" Desmond growled when he snapped a paw to her crotch. Something magical happened when he squeezed her cunt: she gasped. "Come on, sugar, there's no ulterior motives here. I just want some chubby nookie."

"Ugh, you--!" Opal snapped in exasperation. She told herself it was easier to give in than to make a scene on her first night in the village, but when she pushed herself off of the sagging couch and dropped her Capri pants, she revealed an unmistakable wetness in her panties. Perhaps to hide the incriminating evidence, she pushed those down too to reveal, as Desmond had hoped for, a fine black bush obscuring her musky vulva.

"Fuck, it's a jungle down there," Desmond groaned in lust. He knelt before the pachyderm and buried his snout in the hair. "Goddamn, and you smell so good."

"Swine," Opal huffed. But as Desmond snuffled and nosed her snatch, she pushed into his face and she wrapped her chubby fingers around the back of his head. "If you really must eat me, then do it!"

Desmond let loose a wicked laugh. He flopped his tongue out across the folds of the elephant's wet pussy. As he lapped away her thin honey, he replaced it with drool; yet the elephant always had more to give, and she gyrated her generous hips into his face. Potent pachyderm musk ground into his fur, seasoning his face with the long-living stink of a needful elephant. Freya would delightedly sniff Desmond's face later, but the pressing matter was elsewhere.

Moving almost tentatively in light of the size and power of the elephant, Desmond slid his paws up along the plush, pale curves of her ass cheeks. It took no effort to dimple her fatty hide. Generous rolls of blubbery ass enveloped his fingers in warmth. He desperately slopped his tongue up through her bush, catching errant wiry hairs. All were swallowed along with a mouthful of tainted drool, and he groaned against her muff, "Fuck me, your ass is everything I ever wanted, babe."

"Is it really," Opal flatly asked, smiling thinly down at Desmond.

"Yeah," Desmond grunted. He pulled apart the cheeks and promptly released them. They let out a sharp crack of hide-on-hide. "I wanna tongue your asshole until I lick the roof of your mouth."

"Disgusting," scoffed Opal. "Do it, then!"

The foxcoon laughed. He bit the bottommost roll of the elephant's belly and suffered a tug on his hair for it, but he showed her no pain. "Who's more disgusting? The guy who eats ass, or the rich whore who lifts her tail up for it?"

"I'm going to say it's still you," said Opal with a withering coldness. She grabbed Desmond's plum-hued ears and yanked him back by them. He landed on his back but was hardly deterred, though she gave his prone body no mind. Instead she turned around, stepping out of and kicking away her bottoms, and she bent sharply, bracing her palms on the couch. Doing so protruded her extremely ample ass.

A whore's moan escaped Desmond at the looming sight of Opal's great pallid ass. Its cheeks were magnificent as they were tubby. Two such perfectly round and fat curves were irresistible to an ass-hungry creature like Desmond. Freya's missing out on so much, Desmond thought, getting up to his knees. His cock raged but he left it hidden. Opal's behind demanded love.

"You're fucking perfect," huffed Desmond, cupping reverently the girth of Opal's ass. He hefted the cheeks and lightly tugged them apart, then dragged his tongue randomly around the hide. Light sweat and subtle anal musk awaited Desmond in the crack, the existence of which was noted in slight whiffs as his tender nose neared the split. By the time he was satisfied well enough with merely detailing the surface of her cheeks, his tongue was dried out and he took a moment to wet it with drool.

Opal said nothing even when Desmond rudely pried apart her cheeks. She looked over her shoulder but could not spy the boy around her own wideness. But when she felt his nose against the quivering pucker of her anus, she gasped and clenched her eyes shut.

It was not Opal's gasp which spurred Desmond to nastier greatness; pure selfishness drove him to that. He detailed the sweaty valley of her ass, wicking out sweat and leaving behind slobber. In spite of his noted attention to her taint and cheeks, Desmond outright doted on her asshole. He was not content to only lick it but also to suck and kiss the ring. He often pressed his sticky jowls into her pucker and suckled its flesh, and then he wriggled his tongue past the orifice to tease yet more tender flesh. Opal's rectal walls resisted his tongue but could not stop it, and she suffered his rimming with quivering moans and a further dampening cunt.

"Ah, mmh--, my god," Opal puffed, "you really are a sick little deviant, boy..."

"Am not," Desmond grunted into her ass. Her fat cheeks muffled his words, but not to the point of unintelligibility. "I just fucking love fat bitches like you."

Opal grunted irritably and bucked her ass back. The fox found that his nose briefly sank into her anus, but then the overwhelming size and strength of her body forced him back. He fell winded on the floor yet collected himself quickly. Opal had had enough of this arrangement, however, and she spun on her heel. At that moment, Desmond realized the pachyderm featured plantigrade feet. She pushed one into his chest and stomped him to the floor where he landed with a thump and a grunt.

"Now, that's quite enough of those remarks," said Opal, though her grin was unmistakable. She ground down with her foot upon his chest then added the other and spaced them an inch apart. Desmond winced and gasped beneath her feet. His erection ached. "True it may be, and perhaps in some way I like it, but I'm very tired of hearing it put just so. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Desmond wheezed, palming her ankles.

Opal nodded smartly. She twisted around, drilling her left foot into his breast before putting both down flat again. With her new position standing sideways on the fox, she pushed the right foot into his groin. Mashing down his cock proved cathartic and she did it with a dark chuckle. "Very nice. Having your tongue on my behind has done wonders for you, hasn't it?"

After a pause in which she continued to abuse the twink's erection and crush his chest, Opal commanded, "Take it out."

Desmond obeyed her gladly as he stared up at her perfect, fat body. This being the lowest of angles made her look truly enormous, and his penis throbbed when it was freed. "I wanna fuck you, babe," he rasped. "I'm so fucking hard for you...!"

"So I can see," Opal dryly stated. She clutched the uncut length of Desmond's penis in her toes and kneaded it. This required her to take her weight off of the foot in use, and so Desmond felt the full weight of the elephant on his breast again. By then he was he was having trouble breathing but his cock was nearly purple in the grip of her toes. Pre shot from its tip and veins textured its shaft.

Finally Opal eased off of Desmond's chest to the foxcoon's immediate relief. "Enjoy that air while you can," she tutted, moving down into a kneeling position. Her ass hovered dangerously above his face. "Because here comes my fat ass, dear," scoffed the elephant, and immediately she slammed it down. Desmond's head itself nearly vanished between her cheeks and his muzzle was hopelessly buried.

A big smirk spread across Opal's face. She wriggled downward, forcing Desmond somehow deeper. Sweat caked his fur. Her anus winked against his nose and lips. "I'm not touching this little penis of yours with my hands or mouth, so you'd best eat your way out of there if you want any chance of an orgasm."

To nail down how utterly trapped Desmond was, Opal leaned back further and braced her palms on the floor. In this reclined position, the true bulk of her weight crushed down on his head. He could lap into her ass crack, but only just. Sweat and musk tantalized him from all sides and a lack of air made him delirious. The notion that he just might suffocate in Opal's ass crossed his mind. He could think of no finer way to die.

"Mmm, your fur is so soft and cuddly," cooed Opal. "Can you hear me, dear?" She paused, then said, "Squeeze my thighs three times if you can."

The elephant felt three distinct squeezes. She chuckled and shook her head. "I'm going to tell you a little story, with a quiz at the end. Answer the question right and you get to fuck me however you please. Get it wrong and I'll let you up in an hour or two." After a moment to gather her thoughts and settle upon the cadence she so desired, she cleared her throat.

"When I was little, my mother told me that I would hardly amount to much, if anything, and that I needed to marry a capable man if I hoped to survive. I proved her wrong. I worked so very hard to become educated, and I rebuffed all the," she wriggled her ass on his face, "boys like yourself." She licked her lips in thought, brushed the bottom of her foot on Desmond's penis, then resumed with a smile. "This is not to say I never slept with any of them. On the contrary! I earned myself quite a few fine dinners that way. And while I never stumbled academically, it is quite surprising what a strategic blowjob can do for your GPA."

Opal straightened out but was careful to keep Desmond's snout embedded. She pulled her shirt up and off, exposing full tits yet leaving them in their red bra. Again she leaned back and outstretched her hands on the floor. "When I got out of college, but before I could find a job for my new degree, I was approached by one of my professors. He said to me that I was a special lady, and that he had a job opportunity for me. High pay, excellent working conditions, and this was not one of the professors I'd slept with. I always liked and trusted him, so I accepted his offer on the spot."

She chuckled slyly and lifted her ass. She hung over him on all four limbs like so. When she heard his sharp gasp, she laughed. "Don't move. Time for a quiz... Or is it a guessing game?" she mused. "What was the job he offered me?"

Woozy and horrifically pent-up, Desmond nosed the elephant's hanging ass. "Um, uh, I-I don't know, you said you trusted him and he didn't fuck you, so--," he stammered, "secretary?"

Another chuckle told Desmond that he was wrong, and Opal reseated herself. Desmond moaned into her ass but happily took his place as her prisoner.

"No, dear. No. It was porn." She allowed the notion to settle in, and as she gave this pause, so did she crush him down under her ass. The wetness in her pussy had largely subsided but the pleasure of abusing a fox as cute as Desmond kept her at least idly damp. "I lost my anal virginity in that first film. Oh, and spectacularly, I may add. They set me up with a stallion. Jonas, that was his name, and the flare of his penis was every bit as big as his fist." She again licked her lips and a dreamy smile spread across her face. "Your little dick won't even touch the edges, you know."

Desmond offered no resistance, not even an irritable grunt. The submission he expressed was alluring and Opal's long-dormant sexuality had fully emerged once more. "I starred in six films before I left that little industry for more dignified work. But tell me, Desmond," she snickered, pulling up yet again, "which of these was the name of my first film? Opal Does Anal, The Broad Back Door 6, or Anal Wreckers Volume 18?"

Something clicked in Desmond's memory. "It's that--, the second one, The Broad Back Door! I've seen that!"

Opal laughed hard. She started to lower her ass again, but instead she moved off of the fox and knelt near him. "Have you, now?"

Still dazed by the smothering, Desmond sat up slowly. He felt a head rush anyway. "Mmm, yes," he murmured. "I pirated it a few years ago. Love me some fat bitches who take it in the ass," he smirked.

The elephant blushed yet had on her biggest grin. She clapped a hand around his penis and gave it a few sharp tugs at which he gasped and curled his toes. "Well, you got the quiz right. You can fuck me any way you'd like."

Desmond's mind raced with possibilities. His memory of the porn was fuzzy but he recalled the elephant's perfect round ass and the swollen gape of her anus after the stallion's work. He reached down and held her wrist but did not stop her from jerking. "I can't decide how," he pouted.

Opal released his meat and tickled his chin. "Certainly you want to sodomize me," she winked. "Or just maybe," she took off her bra and bore fat, still-round tits, "you'd like to offer me a pearl necklace?"

"Uhn, god," Desmond sighed.

"Oh, but there's still my cunt," she grinned as she groped around her groin, "somewhere under this bush, anyway."

"I think I'm in love with you," Desmond lamely giggled.

"The feeling is hardly mutual," derided Opal. She stood and braced her hands on her hips. "Well, you'd best decide," she scoffed, twisting around on her heel.

As Opal walked off, Desmond feebly asked, "Where are you going?"

"My room. Up the stairs, second door on the left. Come up when you've decided, or leave."

Surprisingly, Desmond considered leaving in a case of performance anxiety. He was shaken to learn that the elephant he had been harassing was a porn actress loved throughout his puberty. He stood, stripped and hustled up the stairs, stupidly peeking into the first door on the left: a bathroom. He was thankful Opal was not there to see him make such a mistake.

Desmond emerged into Opal's bedroom. It was as opulent as the rest of her manor, full of expensive things but of muted taste. She was lying back upon her bed with bedroom eyes in full effect and body implicitly offered. "I hope you've come to a decision, dear," she said with a dangerously impatient tone hidden under her sophistication.

"I have," Desmond lied, crawling onto the bed. He stalled by kissing her breasts, then her neck, and finally her lips. "You said I can fuck you any way I want?"

Opal narrowed her eyes. "Within reason."

For all his evil thoughts, Desmond kept coming back to the classic. He could stall no more, and he smiled, "Lemme fuck your fat ass, honey. And then I wanna suck my cum out of you."

"Just like my movie," sneered Opal, shaking her head. "Sick boy." She pushed him off effortlessly and rolled onto her belly. Her thick ass cheeks lay bare, looking more enticing than ever due to the consent. To make this offer even sweeter, Opal pulled them apart and bared the familiar ring of her anus, which was still damp with Desmond's drool. "As you wish."

"Not gonna waste a second," Desmond puffed. He bounded up over her almost like a leapfrog and shoved his crotch against her ass. In went his whole package for a slow grind. He snickered at the feeling, this being a simple lewd achievement more than a pleasure. Opal surprisingly said nothing but she did glance back with a withering smirk.

"Okay, maybe I'm wasting a few," the foxcoon conceded as he lined up with her asshole. When the moment of truth came, he hesitated however briefly then plunged it in with a gasp. Opal made a similar sound. "Uhn, gawd," he cooed, "you might be a fat bitch, but you're still tight as hell."

"Still so flattering," deadpanned Opal, clenching her rectal muscles. The twink gasped and clapped his hands down on her hips. "Go on, dear."

Desmond started to hump vigorously. Nothing was too rough for the broad backdoor of Opal the pachyderm. With every smack of his hips into her butt, her fat cheeks jiggled. While plowing her pucker, he noted her flavor yet on his lips as he licked them. Her being so musky and sweaty made Opal divine to the chubby chasing fox. He reamed her ass with his modest endowment. His sack swatted against her muff again and again.

The elephant shuddered and smiled. She folded her arms and rested her head upon them. "Yes, yes, do fuck me," she shuddered, "and don't be shy about it at all. You'll be coming back, believe me."

"Will I?" Desmond breathlessly asked. He draped himself over the elephant and braced his palms on her broad shoulders.

Opal laughed coolly. "Of course you'll be. Don't lie to me and say you don't wish for more."

"You've got me there," Desmond admitted, grunting in his pleasure. It was uncommon that he was given anything to fuck at all. Freya saw to it that his holes were plugged well, but never did he get to enter the wolf with anything but his tongue. He was unprepared for the remarkable pleasure of the elephant's fat ass. "I'm gonna dump my nuts into you, babe," he puffed.

"Charming," sneered Opal, brushing her tail against his chest. "Do so, dear," said the elephant dispassionately.

It seemed just briefly that Desmond might not pop immediately. The stride of his thrusts lengthened and his breathing steadied, but the ease was momentary. He soon quaked and gasped. The taut flesh and soft fuzz of his twink body fell against the cushion of Opal's chubby form and he erupted in climax. His hot seed spilled into the pachyderm, coating her anal walls with persistent stickiness. The elephant allowed herself one self-indulgent moan, though a climax was not in the cards for her.

"God," Desmond sighed. He was still trembling from his release when he straightened out. In extracting his spasming cock from her ass, he revealed that he was not quite through ejaculating. Two final stripes of semen shot into the pachyderm's deep ass crack, painting her like a well-used whore.

"And now you're going to clean me up," Opal said. She seemed to be merely parroting Desmond's earlier promise, but her cold manner felt commanding.

Desmond smiled in a lopsided way. "I am," he spoke with a nod. He pried apart her full cheeks and bared again her deep ass crack. A web of semen hung in the gasp, but quickly collapsed. "I wonder if you'd like Freya," he enigmatically murmured just before burying his snout where it belonged.

The feeling of the foxcoon's tongue slithering in her ass crack had become familiar but not dull to Opal. She curled her toes and smiled dreamily, but her voice was stern when she asked, "And whom is this Freya?"

Whether being playfully avoidant or simply enraptured by his work, Desmond did not reply. He worked with pragmatism and pleasure, licking the semen and sweat clinging to the hide of the elephant's ass before he pressed his lips against her subtly agape anus. Smiling widely, Desmond sucked on her asshole and drew his freshly-deposited spunk back out. To his benefit, the elephant was an immaculately clean thing; evidently her porn actress hygiene stayed with her following her departure.

Desmond was certain that some of his mess was still deep inside of the elephant, but he thought his work to be good enough when he pulled back. He rested his head on the curvature of her ass, finding the hemispheres of her butt cheeks to be suitable pillows for his sleepy head. "Freya is my mistress," he spoke simply. "I serve her, she pleasures me. It was our plan to have our way with you together tonight."

"Was it really," Opal said stiffly.

"Yes. But she decided," he snickered, "that you'd be a good mark for me to handle alone. But now that I know you're a bona fide buttfucking beauty..."

"Desmond," Opal lamely chuckled, "I like you. But I'm not at all sure of this Freya. One step at a time, dear."

"Mm, yeah," Desmond yawned. "One step at a time. May I sleep here?"

The elephant laughed sweetly. It was the first time her laugh didn't sound pretentious. "I hoped you would, boy."