FSE

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--1

The chubby raccoon Saki sat in the study hall, his nose in a book and generous behind hanging slightly off the edges of the chair. This was how he spent most of his days.

When he first arrived at college, Saki was in fact a popular fellow. With his cute cream and pink coat of fur, a fat, cuddly body and a soft-spoken demeanor, he looked and seemed like fun. But as time went by and he gently rebuffed one invitation to party after another, his reputation as a shut-in flourished.

In spite of the raccoon's well-known nature, a duo of jocks came near and tried to sell him on a party. One was clearly more enthused than the other and he, a traditionally colored raccoon, effused, "Hey buddy, we're all having a party at Terry and Chin's dorm. You want to come along?"

Saki was dishonest with himself when he turned down invitations, but he espoused when questioned that college was solely for study and the advancement of his career choices. In line with his public beliefs, he tersely looked up from his book and answered, "Um, no, I don't think so."

The other jock, a stout black wolf, grunted in disgust. "See, I told you the tubby fuck wouldn't go for it. Come on, let's go ask the nerds. At least they can help us set up the LAN party."

Piqued and lonesome, Saki looked up fully from his book. "Um, uh, I--, I like LAN parties," he timidly said, yet the jocks were out of earshot, and Saki receded into his book. He sniffled.

Loneliness and a vicious cycle of wallflower tendencies soured Saki's view on the college life. What came across as arrogance was social phobia; terror of saying the wrong thing, being the butt of a joke, or simply making a fool of himself.

Saki dabbed his eyes with the bottom edge of his shirt. He took a deep breath to calm himself, then tried to make sense of his textbook. His chosen field was chemical engineering, but he hated it. It was lucrative and his domineering parents pushed him into it. Instead, complimenting his chubbiness, Saki felt that the culinary arts called to him. Smothered and depressed, he shelved the textbook and left the study hall with his head hung.

Along the way to his dorm, Saki encountered the jocks from before. He smiled timidly and waved, trying to muster the nerve to ask if the offer was still good. They looked through him and went so far as to split apart to walk around him in the hall. Saki at once bit his lip and hugged his plush tail for comfort. When he reached his dorm, he left the lights off and flopped into his bed face-down.

Within the hour and after Saki had cried himself out, Saki's roommate entered. His name was Aaron, and he was an athletic hare. Though desired by the football coach, Aaron chose not to play and busied himself often at the track instead. As per his usual routine, he was rank and sweaty, and usually Saki complained of his body odor. On days when the raccoon did no such thing, Aaron knew something was wrong.

Aaron patted the raccoon's hip. "You okay there, pal?"

Saki moaned. "No, I'm not. I'm a screw-up. There's a dorm party coming up and I'm not going to it."

"You never go to dorm parties," said Aaron, smiling contritely.

"I know that," Saki whined. He rolled over and sat up, then rubbed his puffy red eyes. Aaron looked away from his teary face uncomfortably. "I want to go. I want to try, at least. I hate being such a dork."

Aaron tutted. "Aw, you're not a dork. There's plenty of shy people in college. You have buddies online and shit like that, don't you? I've seen you, y'know," he mimed typing with only his index fingers, "roleplaying with them."

Saki blanched and splayed down his ears. "You have? Ugh, forget that, just--," he slapped his paws down on his knees, "can you help me? Will you take me to the party?"

"Um," Aaron rubbed the back of his head, "I--, I guess I can do that, yeah."

"And if I have to leave," the raccoon said, regarding Aaron with an intense stare, "you can help me get out?"

"I guess so. But you should do fine, you know? Just, hey, have a beer, eat a slice of pizza, and bullshit with people. Laugh and joke, talk to people. Make out with somebody," Aaron suggested, nudging his pudgy flank. "The dorm parties are always a wild time like that. You can find you a pretty girl." He paused and smiled thinly. "Or a guy."

"I'll think about it," Saki said with a blush. A moment later, he scrunched up his nose and said, "You stink."

"Heh, he's back," Aaron sneered.

--2

Saki was a little surprised to see that Terry and Chin, both star jocks, had a larger dorm. He likened it to a suite at a hotel, but it was still claustrophobic when packed with so many bodies. A beer keg in the middle of the room was being regularly tapped to fill plastic cups. Both beds were taken up by smooching couples, one of them a gay pairing. Saki watched them briefly and shuddered before nudging through the crowd to find Aaron again.

Upon locating the hare, Saki said, "Hey, um, what's up?"

Aaron displayed brief displeasure at the sight of Saki. He replaced it with a patient, winsome smile and patted the chubby raccoon's shoulder. "Hey buddy." Then, to his two friends, "Guys, this is Saki, my roommate. He's a lil' bit of a wallflower, but trust me, he's cool."

The hare's friends regarded Saki politely. They were unknown faces to the bookworm, but he guessed rightly from their lithe figures that they were runners like Aaron. One of them, a lanky-bodied ferret, thrust out his paw. As Saki took it, the ferret smiled down at him and said, "I've seen you around, you're always studying, right?"

Saki smiled bashfully. "Yes, that's me."

As the ferret made small talk and awkwardly freed his paw from Saki's sweaty, overlong grip, Aaron's other friend, a fox with common raccoon markings Saki found immediately recognizable, just watched with his lips pursed and his eyes slyly narrowed. The foxcoon was the shortest of the group, smaller than even Saki whom stood a fair 6'1".

While the polite conversation meandered along, Saki realized that the other athlete was watching him very closely. Saki's infrequent glances at him became more and more lingering, eventually to the effect that the ferret trailed off and sucked his bottom lip. "Um, uh," Saki mumbled, looking fully at the ferret, "sorry. I'm really sorry."

"Don't be sorry, he talks too much as it is," the foxcoon said. Finally Saki looked fully at him, and he took in all the details of his hybrid body. Saki liked his hair, which was long, blonde, and braided on the side.

Aaron and the ferret chuckled at the remark. The foxcoon offered his demure paw and as Saki took it, he cooed, "I'm Desmond. Nice to meet you."

"Hi, Desmond," Saki said, somewhat dreamily. "You have nice hair."

Desmond snickered. "Thanks, I know. You have nice--, those are very interesting colors," he said emphatically.

Self-consciously, Saki brought his tail around his side and glanced at it. "Um, yeah. It--, it happens, I guess, genetic mutations and--, and, yeah..."

Seeming to wave it off, Desmond sidled up to Saki and put an arm over his shoulders. "Want a beer?"

I don't drink almost passed Saki's lips, but he didn't want to be one of the losers. Instead he smiled and nodded enthusiastically, so Desmond got him a cup of beer from the keg. As the raccoon sipped his beer and made faces, Aaron and the ferret milled off into the party, no doubt glad that Desmond had unburdened them.

Desmond lingered near Saki, looking him over whenever the raccoon wasn't paying attention. "You look a little heavy," he said, sounding surprisingly polite. "You're not one of the jocks, are you?"

"No," Saki said, shaking his head. "I'm kind of a nerd, I guess. I play PC games. Um, I study engineering stuff, too. He glanced around, then looked squarely into Desmond's eyes. "But what I want is to be a chef."

The foxcoon smiled thinly. He patted Saki's gut. "I can't believe it."

Saki giggled and covered his snout. "I know, I know... But--, um, but what are you doing here? What's your major?"

"Computer science," Desmond dryly said. "I left my glasses in my dorm. I look like a nerd with them."

Saki was nothing if not a casual flirt when relaxed. "I bet you look good in them."

"Oh, cutie," Desmond chuckled, "do you suck cock?"

The candy-colored raccoon stopped mid-gulp and stared wide-eyed and blushing at the foxcoon. He forced down his bitter mouthful of beer and asked, giggling from his frayed nerves, "I--, I'm sorry? What?"

Desmond leaned closer to Saki and asked, enunciating clearly and softly right down into the cup of an ear, "Do you sleep with men? Do you like a hard cock up that fat ass of yours?"

Underneath the zipped and buttoned crotch of Saki's jeans, something stirred. His ringed tail tucked between his legs and trembled. "Um. Ummm. Yes."

"Do you, now." Desmond chuckled. He grabbed Saki by the paw and pulled him along.

"Where are we going?"

Desmond never answered.

--3

Saki being larger and more stout than the athletic Desmond meant he let himself be led along. As interested as he was in sex, just because of how long it had been, he was nervous. When Desmond stopped at what was ostensibly his dorm and unlocked the door, Saki fidgeted. He looked down the hallway both ways, terrified that someone might know what they were up to, but only one other person was walking past, a nineteen-year-old skunk with her nose almost buried in a book.

Once inside his dorm, Desmond twisted on his heel and beckoned Saki, smirking. "C'mon, get in here."

The raccoon followed and hugged his tail against his flank like a comfort doll. He closed the door at his back in spite of his wishes to tell Desmond he had studies to attend to.

Desmond smiled and pressed himself into tall, stout Saki, his slim belly grinding against the raccoon's gut. He tilted his head back and kissed Saki on the lips, which the raccoon tentatively returned.

"You're all warm," Desmond quietly said, squeezing Saki's middle. "I think it's more than just the beer."

Saki smiled thinly and awkwardly. "I'm not very, umm, active like this."

Desmond screwed his lips up into a grin. "Are you a virgin?" he disbelievingly asked.

Disappointing Desmond slightly, Saki shook his head - but the blush prevalent on his cheeks said he was still shy about the subject. Desmond pecked his lips and moved away from him, sitting then at his desk. "Want anything?" he amicably asked, resting a paw on his desk.

"Like what?"

"Uhhh, like," Desmond bit his lip in thought, "I've got some vicodin, a few tablets of E, pretty sure I've got some pot too, but it's a pain in the ass to smoke it with all the detectors they put in the rooms now."

Saki blinked and pinned back his ears. Only then did he think to move away from the door. He tried to move to sit on the bed, but Desmond grabbed him by the hip pocket and pulled him closer. He kept the raccoon facing away and palmed his behind. A warm, but small noise echoed out of Saki, and the foxcoon reiterated, "You want anything? I don't mind sharing."

"I don't really do, uh," Saki lowered his voice to a whisper, "drugs."

The foxcoon shrugged. "Okay then. No peer pressure here." Yet in direct contradiction, he squeezed Saki's fat ass in both paws and bit his own bottom jowl tightly and briefly, grinning at the corners of his mouth. "Nice and soft. I bet your butt looks like a couple of hams under a blanket."

"I guess," Saki puffed.

Desmond reached around the raccoon and opened his fly, at the same time nuzzling the curve of his ass. Raccoon musk borne of sweat and anal glands was apparent even through his clothing, though the chubby boy was clean; his social anxieties demanded he scrub himself well before a party.

When Desmond took down Saki's jeans, the raccoon frightfully asked, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up, baby," Desmond purred. "And hold your tail up and out of my way."

The tail was no problem, since as Desmond undressed him, Saki held it all the more tightly, turning to it for comfort as his fears mounted.

Taking stock of Saki's gay pink briefs and the fat ass gripped by them, Desmond hummed approvingly and started to peel the undergarments down. Saki outright panicked and pulled away. Desmond kept his grip on the waistband and they snapped into the raccoon's ass when he finally let go, startling Saki into a yelp.

His mild amusement aside, Desmond frowned. An erection was plainly tenting his jeans. "What gives? What's this hard-to-get shit about?"

"It's, um," Saki twisted around quickly on his feet and pressed his thighs together, still grasping his tail, "it's my butt. It's fat..."

Coyness slipped into Desmond's features, looking natural on his foxy face. "You don't say," he said in a droll manner. "I hadn't noticed that."

"I--, yeah," Saki stammered, bending down to pick up his jeans. "I get told I carry my weight well, so--, so I'm sorry you didn't notice."

Desmond chuckled and thrust himself out of his chair, shoving it back in the process. It crashed into the desk and made Saki flinch. In the shock, he dropped his jeans and covered his face briefly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Desmond was very near, grinning big and wide. "Take off your underwear."

"But--?"

"Take them off, fatass," Desmond sternly said. "Take them off or I'll cut them off with scissors."

A quiver beginning in his lower lip, Saki pressed his chubby thighs more firmly together and started to peel down his briefs. They came off slowly and reluctantly, pinched between his thighs as they were. Saki was loathe to bare his body, and when the briefs slid down to his ankles, he covered his genitals with his tail fluff.

Desmond exhibited no real interest in Saki's groin. He grabbed the raccoon by the shoulders and whipped him around, tangling his jeans and briefs around his ankles, then gave him a shove for the bed. "Bend over that. Try not to get any snot on my bed, you--," he grunted in disgust, "ugh, you fuckin' crybaby."

Saki took in deep breaths to try to stave off his tears. It became more and more of an ordeal with every action Desmond took, from kneeling down, to pulling his tail aside, to outright tugging apart his ass cheeks. Once the cool air met Saki's soft, unremarkable anus, the raccoon sniffed.

"I figured what with how you act, your butthole was gonna be all swollen and raw," Desmond sniggered. He licked his lips at the sight of it; it was immaculately clean, surrounded by pillowy pink fur which was the slightest bit damp from sweat. He pressed his nose just above the ring and smooched it, coaxing Saki to moan.

Desmond chuckled in no pleasant way. "Yeah, you can puff and cry, but when it comes down to it," he dragged his tongue across Saki's taint and over his anus, pulling back then, "you're a buttbitch."

The foxcoon released Saki's cheeks, and they smacked together. He got up and wandered back to the desk, and Saki watched him, though tears welled up in his eyes and made focusing a chore. Desmond dug into his desk, found a tube of what Saki guessed to be lube, and paused to drop his pants, leaving himself in fashionable mauve briefs.

"He-e-ere we a-a-are," sing-songed Desmond, kneeling behind the fat raccoon again. "I'm not a monster, I'm not gonna fuck your poop chute without some lube," he sneered. "Hold your cheeks apart for me, tubby."

"I'm, rrh--, really not feeling up to this," Saki blurted out. He reached back and gripped his ass cheeks, and parted them only slightly.

"I should explain how this works," Desmond said, speaking with a cheerful, polite tone which did not assuage Saki. Even if it had, the foxcoon squirting lube on his fingers then rubbing his slick digits against the raccoon's anus would have undone any confidence Saki gained in him. "You see, you're a bitch." Desmond left it at that, as though he had succinctly explained Saki's misfortune.

Slowly Desmond worked his fingers inside of the raccoon. Saki moaned quietly, not immune to anal pleasure, but he looked back at the foxcoon with hopeless eyes. "Please don't do this to me, I'm not--, couldn't somebody pretty like you do a lot better than me?" He forced a smile, but his eyes stayed the same.

"Oh, sweetie," Desmond gushed, pushing his two fingers in to the knuckles, "I like fat bitches with no self-esteem. It's just my thing. I'd say not to feel bad, but that's half the fun."

Desmond pulled and pushed with those two fingers, spreading lube deep and far in the fat raccoon's ass. Under his touch, Saki puffed and moaned, becoming aroused in spite of himself; Saki hated what a whore he could be when anal sex was involved. His sheath swelled against the bed and was already baring the pink meat it sheltered.

Desmond started spreading his fingers apart, and he smiled slyly. When he managed to open up Saki enough that he could have fit a third finger into the gap, he squirted more chilly lube into the raccoon. Saki shuddered and bunched up the sheets in his fists, pulling them loose, exposing bare mattress. "Mmf, god, please," he whined. "I don't want this."

"It isn't about what you want," said Desmond, clutching Saki's balls in his free paw. He did so gently, which surprised the raccoon. Desmond was surprised, too, though his surprise was at the scale of Saki's scrotum. Picturing the rest of Saki's endowment made him smile. The image of a tanuki was in his mind - Saki with enormous testicles but a minuscule penis.

Chuckling to himself, Desmond pulled back his fingers, leaving Saki's anus loose and swollen, its flesh considerably reddened by the fingering. He stood up and slid down his briefs, letting them cling around his ankles. His penis, a modest five inches of uncut flesh, throbbed in obvious need of the chubby raccoon ass which it pointed at. Desmond lubed it briskly and pressed up against Saki, having to push firmly on the raccoon's fat ass just to make it past the cheeks.

As Desmond achieved penetration with his rather small cock, Saki sighed and set his jaws. Physically, he liked the mild stretch of Desmond's little cock, but he had no doubt in his mind that the sex would linger on his mind for months to come. He whimpered.

It took Desmond little time to settle in against Saki with his cock buried as deep as it could go. Seemingly not self-conscious of his small penis, Desmond bit one of Saki's ears - the raccoon shrieked in shock and sharp pain - and hissed down into it, "Like it, buttbitch? You'd better say ye-e-es."

"I do," Saki emphatically replied. "Please don't bite me anymore."

"Shh." Desmond nuzzled the back of Saki's neck, which was a more natural resting point for his face given the height Saki had over him. The visual of a foxcoon twink hunkered down over somebody so tall and thick was like a sexual David versus Goliath, but the absurdity never occurred to Saki. In his mind, he should have been the small, effeminate one getting bossed around by somebody twice his body weight.

Tightly and as he whined, Saki closed his eyes. He pulled harder on the sheets and dislodged them from the mattress completely, wadding them into a lump. Speaking quietly and allowing himself little emotion, Saki asked, "Are you--, are you enjoying me? Are you almost done?"

Yet again, Desmond shushed Saki. He licked the ear he had bitten, though it was unharmed anyway. In a hopeful spot, Desmond slowed to a halt against Saki's plush butt, but instead of stopping altogether, he paused only to tug up Saki's hoodie, exposing his blubbery flanks and moobs. "There we go," he murmured, apparently to himself.

Letting out a purr of what seemed to be genuine fondness, Desmond stroked up along Saki's thick body and then slipped his paws underneath the raccoon's breast. He cupped the fatty mounds of his moobs and gave them a squeeze, and at this, Saki groaned. His blush stayed constant. "You're a cute little fatass, that's for sure."

"Thank you," Saki answered timidly.

Chuckling as he pulled back from the raccoon's ass, Desmond let his tail swish and he asked in sly, teasing cadence, "Do you bruise easily?"

Wide-eyed and put on edge, Saki quivered when he answered, "I--, actually, yeah."

"Well, good," Desmond gushed, sliding his sinful paws back down Saki's body. He leaned askew and cupped a chubby cheek, then suddenly smacked into its pliable bulk with everything he had, making it jiggle. As the sudden crack cut through the air, Saki arched his spine and squealed. He clenched down on Desmond and started to weep. Desmond, cackling, swung again and again, hitting mostly the same spot each time. He gave the crying raccoon a fourth and final smack, then ground his palm in against the reddening flesh. "I like to leave a mark," Desmond explained, giggling and reveling in his cruelty.

Desmond groped where he had smacked, coaxing from Saki another cry. Still giggling like an imp, Desmond eased out of the broken raccoon. He stood back a bit and took a look at the fat ass at his disposal. He slid off his underpants and kicked them away.

Saki stayed put, quivering in fear and uncertainty. His ringed tail hung lifelessly to one side, so as to never bar access to his fat ass. His quiet sniffles kept the room from ever being totally silent.

Drunk on power and snickering, Desmond braced a foot on Saki's wide ass and pushed him against the bed. "Who's your daddy?"

"You are," Saki tonelessly replied. "You're my daddy."

"Damn right," Desmond grunted. He pushed off of Saki's tubby rump and planted his foot on the floor. With his paws officiously resting on his hips and his lubed-up cock still throbbing, he commanded of Saki, "Roll over, bitch. Lemme see that little dick of yours."

Suddenly the raccoon was tense. "Little?" he sheepishly asked, a hint of a whine in his voice. "Um. But, sir--."

"Don't be difficult your whole goddamn life. Let me see your little pecker, fat fuck," sniggered Desmond. "I bet you're even smaller than I am down there."

Biting his lip and bracing himself for what he felt was an inevitable punishment, Saki stood and scooted up over the bed's footboard, then rolled over, planting his butt on the mattress. His cock wagged as he twisted over. Its great size and weight made it swung like a metronome, if only for a moment.

Desmond's smirk disappeared. He stared directly at Saki's penis. The shape itself was odd for a raccoon, being knotted at the bottom and pointed at the tip. What Saki would have volunteered was the fact that he was part fox like Desmond - only his raccoon side was dominant.

But not even the canine shape of Saki's bubblegum-colored cock was as surprising to Desmond as the size of it. Desmond was four inches, maybe five on a particularly warm day, but Saki's penis was an easy eleven. Its girth was exceptional even prior to the knot. Desmond licked his lips and wrapped his paws around said knot. He held it almost reverently and watched as a bead of pre formed on its tip, then dribbled down the underside.

"I guess you aren't hung like a toothpick," Desmond murmured.

"I'm sorry," Saki whimpered. "Guys like me aren't supposed to have big dicks, I know..."

Startling Saki but not bringing him much relief, Desmond smooched the underside of the raccoon's thick meat. "What, are you kidding me? Fat ass and a fat dick - I'll never need another booty call."

It wasn't until Desmond began lubing up Saki's cock that the raccoon was panicked. "I don't get it. I'm not a top, I can't top."

As Desmond smeared on the lube, he gave Saki a short and perhaps incidental handjob. The raccoon curled his toes but whined. "Seems to me there's a lot of things you don't get, dumbshit. Let me make it nice and simple, then." He smiled coyly. "You just need to lay there."

Content with the lube he had smeared on Saki's meat, Desmond took a moment to pull off his shirt, then he put a foot up on the footboard. He reached up under his dangling balls and thrust two lubed fingers into his ass, and upon penetrating himself, he let loose a quiet groan.

Watching Desmond finger his own ass put everything into place for Saki. It was not ignorance or stupidity, but in fact denial which kept him from piecing it all together until the foxcoon made it obvious. "No, no, you can't ride me," he whined, voice beginning to break.

Though almost knuckle deep in his own ass, Desmond managed to look at Saki with a casually dominant expression. "What's the matter with you now?" he tutted. "Are you such a pussy that just having your cock up my ass is gonna make you cry?"

"I--, please." Saki sniffled, sucked snot, and swallowed hard. "Please. Don't do this to me..."

If Desmond had demonstrated anything, it was his lack of concern for Saki's emotional well-being. He clambered up over top of the raccoon and shoved him down by the shoulders. Doing so smeared the excess lube on the raccoon's hoodie. "Listen," he gently started, "I know what I'm doing and this'll feel good if you just shut your fucking talk hole and let me do it. Okay?"

The raccoon gave no confirmation, but he didn't fight either. Painful memories were bubbling to the surface, yet his big fox cock throbbed, adding to its lube with precum.

Desmond bit his lip and grasped Saki's member. A skilled bottom, Desmond quickly guided the sniveling raccoon's tip to his entrance, and from there, a simple push downward speared him open. The foxcoon groaned lowly but in a long, sustained note. He dropped his slightly round ass on Saki's loins. The bulk of the raccoon's knot kissed up against his anus.

Though Saki's cock throbbed gratefully, the raccoon himself whimpered and sobbed. He covered his shameful face first with his long-fingered paws, then with the bulk of his fluffy tail. "Don't do this to me again, please."

"Again?" Desmond blinked and paused. After briefly listening to Saki's weeping with morbid curiosity, Desmond shook his head and started to ride, moving smoothly and confidently. As he rode, Saki moaned in revulsion. He sobbed into his tail.

"You're a fucking freak," the foxcoon chuckled, taking a moment to grind his asshole against the knot. "Mmm, god," he puffed, grabbing his penis, "a freak with a big dick, though."

Saki could have fought Desmond off. With his stout strength, he could have easily shoved the twink away and stomped him into unconsciousness, even to death. But buried memories paralyzed him, and what Desmond couldn't have known was how his sister had treated him in their teenage years. The way Desmond rode him at that particular moment mirrored how Saki had lost his innocence one otherwise dull afternoon so many years ago. Desmond even resembled her, at least through Saki's teary eyes - a pretty, blonde-haired vixen sitting on his cock, ignoring every plea to stop.

The fat raccoon hated the pleasure. He was sickened and terrified, fearing his parents, knowing they would have been so disappointed in him. Desmond was riding him so well and his behind was so terrifically snug and slick that an orgasm would have been easy to achieve, and Saki was in fact not far from one. His sister practiced kissing and blowing him, and trained herself to take his great size. Saki never resisted, and he always came. He always cried, too.

"Uhn, gawddamn," Desmond blurted, leaning back and resting his paws on Saki's knees. He bounced up hard and fast and let his ass drop every time. The bulge of Saki's oversized knot bruised his asshole but he craved it all the same. "I haven't felt a knot as big as yours in years, and you're fucking _crying_that I want it?"

"You don't understand," Saki droned into his tail.

"Don't understand?" The fox straightened up and started to mash his ass down. Now he was blatantly trying to tie the knot. Saki recalled that behavior from his sister too, and he started to sniffle and sob all over again. "Hey! You fat, big-dicked--, mmm, god. What the fuck don't I understand? What the hell's wrong with you?"

Saki couldn't answer. He hugged his tail tightly to his face and cried into it. His big balls became taut and the flesh of his cock and knot were throbbing and as full as it could possibly be. "Oh, my ga-a-awd," he blubbered as his orgasm began. Enormous ropes of semen shot into the foxcoon. His toes curled and he bit his lip. "Mmf...!"

"Oh, shit! Shit," Desmond gasped, blushing in realization of what had happened. By all rights, sex with Saki was terribly weird, but stimulating to a sociopath like Desmond. He bit his own lip and pushed down with all his strength as Saki's ongoing ejaculations started to drool out around the shaft. But suddenly, Desmond popped the knot past his anus, and he cried out in a momentary burst of pain. The drool of semen stopped immediately, plugged by the knot, and the pressure built on Desmond's rectal walls.

Beneath, Saki bawled. He apologized to his parents. Desmond was sufficiently disturbed that he asked, as he began to masturbate, "Dude, what the fuck? Are you, ah--, you gonna be okay?"

No reply from the raccoon, though his sobbing began to taper off into a droning, despondent moan. Desmond chose to ignore the fat raccoon's distress. He masturbated rapidly, switching paws at times to freshen up the experience. Under his breath, he muttered to Saki what a fine cock the raccoon had - finer than his big, fat ass, he noted slyly.

Finally, though his masturbation lasted just a fervent minute, Desmond shuddered and clenched his teeth. His anal muscles wrenched down on Saki's cock but the raccoon seemed to have no reaction. Desmond came, shooting a load meant for the raccoon's ass across his purple, plus-sized ladies campus hoodie instead.

As he left his white stripes on the belly of Saki's clothing, Desmond sighed in relief. He leaned over the raccoon and pulled his tail to the side, exposing bloodshot, wet eyes which looked right past him, set deep in a screwed-up, sorrowful face. "Hey. Hey, tubby, you okay or what?"

Saki shook his head very slowly. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't--, it still bothers me so much..."

Saki was starting to cry again. Surprising even himself, Desmond kissed his cheek and shushed him. "It's okay. Whatever's bothering you, it's not here now."

The statement should have been full of biting irony, but Saki only whined to his rapist, "I know. I'm sorry."

Whether he was offering fabricated affection or not, Desmond nuzzled Saki's cute face and draped over him. Saki embraced him automatically, and the foxcoon purred. "You're okay now," he whispered. "Nobody's going to ride you except for me anymore."

For all of the harm Desmond had done that night, his last words brought Saki the most comfort. The fat raccoon held Desmond close and cried against him.