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"Uh oh, here come the dykes." I thought to myself, looking up from my phone. Approaching me were three Vixens, all with unnaturally colored hair.

The red haired one was Razors. Always wearing long sleeves, I assumed it was because she cut herself. Didn’t help that she was the meanest looking one. Her hair covered her eyes so her teeth were the only thing you could see.

The blue haired one was Braces. She had pink-banded braces on her teeth, and was always willing to turn any confrontation physical. Not like I could fight back, her being a vixen and all. It helped that she didn’t know how to throw a punch or do more than scratch.

The Green haired one was Glasses. Her father was the town’s only opthamologist, something I learned when I got contacts. Luckily, he didn’t know about how me and his daughter got into fights. She also wore glasses, and did most of the talking for the trio.

I hated them. It was because of them my friend group was shattered. It’s because of them my favorite pass times were just that, times in the past. It's because of them I’ve become a sort of bully.

They were the loudest lesbians on campus. Storming into every class with gay flag pins, annoying catchphrases patched on their backpacks, and sassy catchphrase sweatshirts with unironic ‘Sweeties’ and nail paint. They could be mistaken for any other pack of nerd girls, same flamboyant speech, annoying laughter and judgemental looks. But just because you could leave them alone, doesn’t mean they’d leave you alone.

It's why my policy became one of striking first. So, sitting on the stone wall lining my universities’ plaza, I straighten my back and assault their ears.

“DYKES!” However, there was a frog in my throat, so I mumbled it and had to try again. “Dykes.”

That stops the dyke vixens in their tracks, and begins today’s battle.

"Are you seriously doing this shit again you fucking homophobe?" Razors spoke like every word was a struggle. Based on how she hunched, she probably didn’t sleep well last night.

Glasses tries to be more thoughtful, brushing aside her bangs as she speaks. "Why don't you take your small cock and mess with someone your own size."

"Is that all you can think of, glasses?" I retorted. "Try to make up for your father, talking about all that dick?"

"MY NAME IS GRETCHIN." Glasses says, stomping her legs while Razors flails like a child.

By now, Braces, after huffing and puffing, would threaten to throw books at me, or slap things out of my hand. But Braces wasn’t doing her usual stick. In fact, its when she gets going the other two stop and push her toward class. But right now they're just screaming, until their faces are going red through their fur.

I had been arguing about abortion for five minutes with the other two broads. Seeing as she wasn’t responding at all I set my targets on Braces.

"Speaking of dead babies, why haven't you said a word?"

But, Braces, who I think her name was actually Bedelia, didn’t respond. She didn't even seem like she was really there.

"Earth to braces, you gonna pipe in or are you gonna leave them in your mouth?” That barely made sense but that didn't matter, Braces didn't seem bothered. Her face was neutral, her eyes wide and glazed over. Bags underneath them. Her silence made the other two vixens quiet.

"Bedelia, are you alright?" Said Razors, rubbing her sleeve covered arm.

"Yeah! Huff Bedelia, Huff, help me out." Said Gretchin, heaving between words.

"Huh?" Braces seemed to slowly come to her senses. "Oh, yeah. Ugh!" With a groan, she put her hands on her friends shoulders and gave them a shove towards the chemistry building. "Go to class without me guys."

"Bedelia, are you coming?" Gretchin said, startled.

She waved them off. "Run ahead, I'm gonna deal with him."

"Bedelia..?"

The vixens exchanged some kind of invisible girl signal. Then the green and red haired harpies walked off, leaving me alone with the blue haired vixen trio.

I heard the wind blow as the leaves of the sycamores overhead rustle. Bedelia took a seat next to me on the brick wall and coughed. I felt her tail, like any other tail though with the white tip dyed blue, brushing against me. But she didn’t actually look at me while she spoke. So it was like I was conversing with a blue ponytail.

"What will it take for you to stop bullying my friends?"

My mind froze. Fuck, I didnt think this would ever happen. I just figured they would graduate or campus police would one day be called and arrest me. Whats the worst they could do after they got rid of all my friends?

She turns to face me. Ah fuck, I need an answer.

"Blowjob."

Ah fuck, I'm getting arrested for sexual harassment.

But then, Bedelia's ears perked up. Her tail stopped battering against me. Even the leaves went silent from no wind.

"...What number your Dorm?" She said, looking into my eyes. She had beautiful ones, half brown, half green.

"Uh… Y65" I cough and repeat the phrase.

"Alright, see you after class."

Weeks ago when I started this crusade, I didn’t think I’d be here. Watching the fine ass of one of those vixens as she entered the Chemistry building. Those harpies who destroyed my social gatherings.

Then she ran back and gave me a kiss on the lips. So much passion in a short peck. It was like I kissed heaven, and brushing my knuckle with my lip felt like a sin. Her turquoise gloss smudged against my hand, and all I could think of was “Fuck, is that going to be on my dick?”

Watching her denim-covered ass a second time, I realized something. We didn’t have a specified ‘When’ for the hook=up. Only, “After class.”

"Wait, you mean after chemistry? AFTER WHICH CLASS?"

I guess I'll wait in my dorm.

"Its about time." Bedelia was on the other side of the door. Her dark blue bangs seemed to bob up and down as she waited. I never thought of it until now, but her hair actually matched her orange fur pretty well.

I open the door and step aside. "Uh…come on in, I guess." It was the first time I had a girl at my dorm, and I felt akward. But I felt alleviated as her tail brushed against my knee.

“Sorry for the wait.” She said, taking a seat on my bed. “You know how chemistry class is.”

"No,its fine. I get it."

It had been six hours. In that time I organized my room, made my bed, took a shower, finished my homework, studied, and did some planning. To be honest, it was the most I had done in a while.

Its not like I was productive in the past. I just kept myself busy with my friends. Video games, dnd sessions, playing music in a shitty band. Life was a party, with my party.

Then this vixen and her trio came around. And then the party dissolved.

"So, uh, are you embarrassed being a dyke and having to suck dick?"

Then, like a predator, Bedelia pounced. Leaping from my bed, she cleared ten feet before landing on top of me. I smashed my head against the teak floorboards, just short of the door. In my face were a pair of furry breasts. C-cup sized breasts.

And just as I was coming to my senses, I heard the door close.

“Alright, now we should have some privacy.”

“I was going to shut it.” I groan, rubbing the back of my head. So much for having the home advantage.

“Will you shut your mouth?” The bitch talked like we were back outside, arguing in the plaza.

I felt her scoot backwards until her muzzle was against my nose. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise as her claws gripped my shoulders. Before I could ask what her major malfunction was, her lips were against mine. Her sand-paper tongue snaked into my mouth, forcing my own tongue into hers. I tasted the metal and rubber of her braces, and felt a hard on coming.

When she finally pulled back, I gasped. “Bedelia….”

“I’m calling your bluff, you!”

What?

"You've been a thorn in our side since we were freshmen. You really think I'd believe one blow job would make you fuck off?"

“Uh, yeah? Are you aware of how touch starved I am? Are you aware of little I’ve interacted with other people since you destroyed my friend group?”

The vixen’s ears went down as her eyes widened. “Destroyed it?”

“YEAH! Destroyed it.” I took a hand and prodded her chest. “You came into my friend group. You acted like we were friends. And then the moment you hear shit you didn’t like. Our jokes. Our games. Our songs. You ratted us out.”

I had started to raise my voice, and the vixen’s eyes were getting wider. I couldn’t help it but I raised my voice. “Ratted us out to the administration. Ratted us out to our music gig. No music as a band, no dnd as a club.”

I could see fear in the vixen’s eyes. I lowered my voice, myself afraid. Afraid that my screaming would bring the campus police. Afraid that I just ruined my attempt at a blow job. Afraid that maybe anger is the only emotion I could ever really show others. I coughed and looked to the side. “And then they just left.”

But the vixen just inhaled and kissed me again. I wanted to be angry. I really did. But another session of tongue wrestling just left me confused. And horny.

Bedelia pulled back quickly, a string of spit from my mouth trailing off her canines. She was gasping, cupping a hand to my cheek as she regained control of her breath. “ I, am sorry. And I think I have an offer. Something that can make it up for you.”

Her eyes were full of passion, and she smiled as she spoke. "You can never see us again. And I mean all three of us vixens. NEVER EVER see us again. I WILL convince those other two to come with me to another university to finish our degree."

That would mean spending the rest of junior and senior years, devoid of the dyke vixens on campus. One less social group to interact with. After losing my original gang, even these dykes were the closest thing I had to a circle.

My train of thought is interrupted by the feel of claws against my junk. "OR, you fuck me, right here, right now, for 24 hours. Just you and me, condoms excluded."

"Is that it?" I retorted. She nodded yes, licking her maw.

It wasn’t a fair offer in my head. But it wasn’t a bad offer. Especially doing it raw with her. A college vixen like her definitely has an IUD to prevent periods. And she can’t possibly mean 24 hours straight sex. Just alone with her, naked, for 24 hours, probably sex and naps.

I mean, sure I could take the other option. But as she pulls me into a hug and presses her C-cup breasts against my chest, I don't think I want that. In the back of my head, I want my friends back. But this would suffice. They’d understand, right? I bullied one of those evil vixens into fucking me.

I smothered the thought of my friends being dissapointed in the mofu of her chest. “Let’s fuck.”

Bedelia's pink braces shine as she gives a wide grin. WIthout a word she rises, turning to face my bed. Her plush tail brushing under my nose. With cat-like grace she kneels on the mattress, hooking a paw around her denim shorts. In one movement she’s revealed her lace-lined blue panties, a wet spot between her legs.

"I'm really, really happy you picked this option." Bedelia said, grinning over her shoulder. Her tail raised, panties soaked, and her muzzle beaming pride.

Hooking her thumbs in her panties, she pulled them down. Slow, slowly, painfully slow. So slow it took me a second to process what I saw.

Between her legs, under her ass. A Pink. Puffy. Pyramid. On its face, a concave Y shape. A sliver of girl cum connected it to her panties. "Well, anon?"

Well, I never thought anthros were that different. But, then again, this could be a bragging right. First man in the group to experience alien pussy.…

Bedelia coughs. Her ears are folded down, a worried look on her face. "Y-you weren't expecting that..?"

Her tail goes down, covering her inhuman crotch.

I clear my throat. "Uh…. yeah. But I…"

The vixen collapses forward on my bed, grabbing the nearest pillow. She pulls it to her face and screams, kicking her paws against the mattress. The motion moved her tail enough for glimpses of her pussy to be seen.

I turn and look around. THe standard issue dorm was supplied one chair, kind of like how every hotel has the cuck chair. I grab it and sat beside bedelia, putting my hand on her shoulder and rubbing it. "Uh… you good?"

Remembering something out of a movie, I reach for Bedelia's hand. Only for her to snatch my wrist. She looks up from the pillow, with mascara is running down her face. Pain and anger were the only emotions I could read. "I know. Don't give me any of your pity. If you think I'm too ugly to fuck, then just say it."

"What?" Her grip tightens around my wrist, and I wince.

She bares her teeth. "My pussy. Looks. Ugly. And you're no longer interested."

I wretch my hand from her grasp and rub my wrist. I seethe, "Alright broad. I don't know who hurt you, but this is totally not what I signed up for."

"For a diagusting spade? FOR A GIRL HAVING EMOTIONS?"

Her yelling takes me back. I guess this is what I deserve for my earlier display. Well, she was patient with me. Might as well pay her back.

I take a breath and try not to mumble my reply. "For a bit of mutual pleasure without pain."

"Well, thats not possible?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What? Why?"

"Because you were gonna have to hurt me breaking my hymen!"

"Okay. Not what I meant, but alright."

"WELL WHAT DID YOU MEAN?" She bares her fangs and hisses, her pupils sharpening into little diamonds. Now I was really afraid the neighbors might come knocking.

I take a breath and look out the window. "To have sex without strings. Those stupid strings. Get wrapped up in them, and then when you thought they meant something, they choke you. And it keeps happening. Why? Because I'm a shit judge of character."

I point towards myself. "Knowing all of our interactions up until now. The kicking and scratching. The name calling and arguing. Do you really think we'd make a functional couple? I mean for fucks sake, I thought you were a lesbian."

She coughs. "I mean, I'm just bi."

I roll my eyes and wave my hand towards her. "And yet, despite all the shit I've put you through and everything I dislike about you, I want to fuck the everlasting dogshit out of you. I want to feel so close to you that it's like we're becoming whole or some shit. I want to spend 24 hours in your grasp so much. Because I figure, it will be the last time I ever have sex. And quite honestly, I'm glad it'd be with you."

When I finished, the Vixen was face to face with me. While the torrent of words had flowed, Bedelia had got on her hands and knees and sat up. Her face was now a mixture of sadness and happiness, a tear forming on her face. "Really?"

"Yes. Really."

I scratch the back of my head. "It's retarded. I'm retarded. I said I wanted no strings and I'm pouring my heart out. I don't want this to turn into me explaining myself. I don't think I'm wrong, I don't want to fight-"

"Then lets not!"

My speil is interrupted by Bedelia, her tongue once more down my throat. Then she pulls away.

"Your little speech got me hot and bothered, anon. Now fuck me before you find a way to turn me off!"

"Your funeral."

I put my hands on Bedelia's shoulder and push her onto the bed. She gasps, not expecting my aggression. Her legs spread as I lay atop her, feeling the warm wetness of her crotch through my pants. I kiss her neck, covering her fluffy neck and inhaling her blueberry scent. She giggles, once more her legs kicking out from under me and wrapping themselves in the small of my neck.

"Lose the pants, loser!"

I wipe the spit off my lips. "Not yet."

Putting my hands on her knees, I break free of her grip and make my way south. Passing her still-covered breasts, I lift her shirt to reveal a laced blue bra, built to provide support while lacking enough fabric for her nipples to be out.

"Oh i forgot I wore thaAAAH!" Her excuses are drowned out in ecstasy as her nipples receive their own kisses. Then I continue down, kissing the fluff of her tummy before finally reaching her-

What did she call it? 'Disgusting spade?'

It wasn't disgusting. It was… hot. Definately a first for me. The air around it was warm as hell. The pink skin itself, moist and soft. And it smelt nice, very tangy. But did it taste nice?

"Y-you don't have to-GAAAah!"

Yes, she tasted great. I dug my tongue into Bedelia's pussy, my nose rubbing against the fur. The Vixen's fingers dug into my hair while her tail whipped against my mattress. Her moans became screeches. And then as my tongue circled around her clit, I heard gekkers.

My scalp burned, my mouth drowned, my nose choked. Even my ears were ringing with the noises she made. And yet I felt bliss.

Until finally, Bedelia's thighs enveloped my head. I heard her scream. I tasted a hot liquid, like sticky sea water, pouring into my mouth. Finally she pushed my head out from under her person.

I landed on my ass, gazing up to see Bedelia sprawled on my bed, gasping as her pussy pulsed as every little orgasm sent girl-cum skyward to land on my carpet.

Getting up, I undid my pants and pulled down my underwear. To say I was hard was an understatement.

Bedelia was still gasping, her eyes closed and a shit eating grin plastered on her muzzle. When I took my position back on top of her, she was startled awake. With a grunt she pushed me, trying to get a better look at my junk. "Anon…. do you want me to-"

"No." I plant a kiss on Bedelia's forehead, and scratch behind her ears. "Are you ready?"

She gazes up at me with those beautiful green and brown eyes. She whispers something. But I can't even hear it. "Hmmm?"

She nods. I give her one last kiss on the nose, for good luck. And then I line myself up, her gooey sex still leaking excitement.

I take a deep breath, and thrust ever carefully forward. I hear Bedelia hissing between her teeth as I feel enveloped in warmth. I get my tip inside of her, and then I stop.

I didn’t choose to stop. I just found myself unable to go further.

Bedelia moaned. Just a little bit of movement was causing her so much pressure. But that was just my tip, unable to get much more inside of her. I started cursing under my breath. “What the fuck.”

I hump her again, a little harder, a little faster. "Anon?"

My cheeks went red from embarrassment. "MY COCK WONT FIT."

"A-Anon, you should-"

With all my might I pull out of her and with one swift motion I thrust into her, feeling the resistance one more time. "ANON!"

Bedelia gasps as her legs go straight. I plunge deeper inside her, feeling the warmth tighten around me. She squeals as I slowly bottom out in her, until finally I feel her spade pressing against my stomach.

The vixen relaxes, her legs bending around the small of my back while her hands grip my shoulder. I feel her nose against my neck as she takes a deep inhale. "Asshole."

"Sorry."

"Oh, you're sorry?" She cusps her fuzzy palm under my chin and curves my chin down.

Her face comes up to mine, her eyes a fury I've only seen before she threw books at me. "Anon."

I keep a straight face. "Bedelia."

She moves her muzzle up to my ear, nibbling my lobe. Once more I feel goosebumps as she whispers. "Put a baby in me."

"My neighbors are going to kill me." Bedelia was screaming, moaning my name. Baring her pink braced teeth. Her tail whipped back and forth uncontrollably. Her blue bangs bobbed up and down, her eyes closed. Part of me wished they were open. It would be a nice sight while I jackhammered that vixen.

Our thighs were wet, my sweat and her fluids causing her fur to stick to me. It didn’t make much difference. The way we were, with her on the bed and me standing. I could use my legs to pry us apart. Then collide once more, just to do it all over again.

Bedelia sounded another sharp howl. I’m beginning to think this vixen has some wolf in her. I grab the scruff of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss, shutting her up for a few measly seconds.

I need to finish this, there’s no way in hell the cops weren’t on their way.

In between gasps and moans Bedelia spoke. "In…in…inside…"

"I'm not close."

A look of pure horror crept on the Vixen's face. Her body tensed again as she grabbed her muzzle and whimpered. Her legs and tail went straight as I felt a warm wetness run down my leg.

"You dirty whore." I pushed her shoulders down and held her on the bed. "You're gonna pay for that."

It was my turn. I mean, it was already me on the attack, doing all the work. But now I'm going to do even more work. I grabbed one of her tits, purposefully disrupting her lingerie and sucking on her nipple.

It elucidated a moan from the vixen but made things difficult. So I just grabbed her face again and shoved my tongue down her throat.

Once I was satisfied, I put my hands on her hips and focused on pounding her. My thighs were chaffing against the edge of the bed. My hips burned, making me regret I didn’t go to the gym more often.

At least Bedelia was tight and slick, driving me closer and closer. She started to yowl again. I couldnt even muster the breath to tell her to shut up. I just closed my eyes and focused on humping her.

"yes…Yes…YES!" Bedelia's claws gripped the sheets, ripping into my bedspread. "CUM INSIDE ME DAMMIT."

And with one hard thrust into her, smashing against her cervix, I came inside the vixen, before finally collapsing on top of her. My face in her neck fluff, I took a deep breath of Bedelia's scent. Did I… smell like her?

There we were, basking in the afterglow. Bedelia's finger played with my hair, hers ruffled and filled with cowlicks from all the sweat and fun. I still haven't left the crook of her neck, staring out at the window for several minutes.

I just came inside a vixen who helped destroy my friendgroup. Years of bonding, which involved playing video games. Tabling dnd games. Writing songs. Getting out of bar fights. All ruined when we opened up and her trio came inside.

"Anon…nonny." I turned to face her, accidentally booping her muzzle with my nose. She rubbed her muzzle and giggled.

I hated how beautiful that noise was.

Our eyes met. Her brown and green eyes seemed to capture the sunlight perfectly. Her mouth was left open, and her braces looked cute and even beautiful, like shining gems, as weird as it sounds.

"Anon… I love you." Hearing those words, I was at a loss. 24 hours ago she was an at best an annoyance, at worse a life altering harlot. A nuisance who I verbally assaulted until she threw books at me and scratched me.

This vixen was now in my room, on my bed, in my arms. And quite possibly, in my heart.

In her eyes was a glimmer. She could see past the harsh words, my brash facade. The words I said that her friends (and her?) reported to our higher ups. That cost us our club and gig. She ignored them, crossed boundaries, and offered the olive branch. Was I really going to deny her? Was I going to look a gift horse in the mouth?

“You’re hesitating.” Her ears went down, as tears started to stream from the vixen's eyes.

“I just….” I rubbed my brow and tried to say things as politely as possible. “I just feel like, after your group broke up my band. And cancelled our DnD club. It feels weird that you’d want to make amends.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck and I was pulled into a hug I couldn't escape. A hug I couldn't breathe in, either. "B-Beddy…"

She let me go and put her cold nose against my ear. “I’m not making amends, anon. I’m confessing I love you.”

“Have you always loved me?”

There was a look in her eye that bordered on fear.

“Did you break up my friend group to get close to me?”

“What? No. I would never.”

I started scooting off the bed, reaching for my pants and underwear.

“Anon, please! I- I got caught up with my friends. I didn’t actually mean to-”

I heard a knocking at the door. "FUCK."

Before I could get to the door, Bedelia shoved and rushed for it.

“What are you doing?” I asked. If that was the cops and they saw a naked girl in my dorm, I was going to get evicted.

“Proving to you that I made a mistake.”

The knocking sounded again. And then came a familiar shrill voice, which made Bedelia's ears perk up.

"ANON! WHERE IS BEDELIA?"

Bedelia grabbed the door and swung it open just wide enough for her head to peek through. "Hi Gretchin."

"Bedelia! Where is anon? And why are you naked?"

I started to pull my pants on, but seeing my partner in a similar state of undress, I remained naked. Instead, I got off the bed and approached the unsuspecting Bedelia.

Her ass was perked up, her tail leaning over the side of her body, revealing a white heart shape on her ass. Her pussy was the heart’s tip, still leaking cum onto the carpet. I stood beside the door, leaning against the wall, and listened in on the conversation.

"Don't worry about it, Gretchin. Me and Anon were just… working out our difficulties. In a peaceful manner."

“Okay. Well. Wait, did you fuck him?"

Bedelia looked at me. Any vixen’s default look isn’t neutral but mischievous. And this was one tricky looking fox.

"Why, yes. I did in fact fuck anon. And it was great."

"What? Why? He’s an asshole.” I heard Gretchin sniffing through the door. “Did you get off your heat blockers again?"

"Why yes, yes I did." Bedelia’s tail thwapped against my knee. I was beginning to associate that feeling with sex. At least, that's how I could explain the erection coming on.

"Girl, you totally fucked with your brain chemistry! If you were taking your pills you wouldn’t be doing this!"

"So what? Maybe I'm not the same vixen on the pills that you deal with. Maybe I’m the real Bedelia, and I’m not bothered by the fact Anon says mean words. Maybe It turns me on! In fact-” Bedelia’s paw grabbed my pants and pulled them down, freeing my dick. I like getting my brains railed out by anons nice fat human cock!"

Realizing what she wanted, I grabbed Bedelia by her tail and pulled her ass against me. In one swift motion I hilted my fox right in front of Gretchin.

"GASP. Oh… OH." Was all that Bedelia could say.

"Oh my god! You are crazy" Gretchin said, taking a step back from the doorway.

I pounded Bedelia right there, her slowly regaining some self control to speak to Gretchin.

"No, G-guh Gretchin! I-ah am finally s-ah sane. Ah. T-This is who-ah I aaaamm. I am in uh love with anon. I ah am going to have his kids. Ah. And you ca-ah can accept it -uh. Or ggghuoh."

On the other side of the door, Gretchin just stood there. Finger to her chin and mouth in an 'O' shape, like she were a curious monkey at a zoo, trying to come up with a reaction.

Bedelia meanwhile was trying to keep her moans in check. It was at this point, fucking my vixen from behind, I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered. “I love you Bedelia.”

I felt her tighten again, her girl cum soaking my hips.

Then, as if her cumming gave her a boost, she turned around to stand on the tips of her paws. I placed her against the wall, picking her up in the process. At this point I was getting good at making the vixen gasp.

As we shagged, Gretchin said "Can I…"

To which Bedelia responded very loudly "NO!"

And with that, Bedelia pushed the door closed on the green haired Gretchin. Just as I came inside her.

We panted against the wall, me starting to get tired from holding her up. I slumped against her, putting my hands on the wall.

"Now…" Bedelia said, a look of evil in her eye.

"Now…?”

She kissed me on the cheek “I’m sorry, for everything. What I did with Gretchin, I was wrong. And I want to make it up to you.”

I took a deep breath. Her tail snaked around my waist. Part of me still felt like this was wrong. That It was betraying my friends, by sleeping with the enemy. Another part of me was starting to realize I just came inside this vixen. This vixen who said she wasn’t on heat blockers. Were those their equivalent to birth control? Did I just impregnate her?

“Anon?”

“Yeah?”

Another kiss to the forehead. “Can we make this a new chapter?"

I cupped her cheek. “Are you going to be upset if my friends are at our wedding?”

There was that tail, thumping against the floor again. “YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED?”

She squeezed and gekkered and tackled me against the floor board, making all sorts of cute noises and rubbing her fur and thus scent all over me. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Yes Yes YES!”

“I love you too, Bedelia.” I stood up and picked up the vixen in a bridal carry. Heading for my bed, I threw her on it. Then I grabbed my phone as I lay atop Bedelia.

I opened my messages, the friend group that was. The band that is never more. The party of yesterday. I started to text, but then I stopped. No, now was not the time. I can’t just drop this on them.

I threw my phone back on the nightstand. “Anon, is something wrong?”

“No.” I looked in her eyes, and saw my own reflection. “Actually, yeah. Something is wrong.”

“What is it?”

“I’m not upholding my part of the bargain!” Then I grabbed her and lined my erection. “You ready for round three?”

Showing off those beautiful pink braces, Bedelia brushed aside her blue bangs. She grabbed me by the cheeks and looked right into my eyes. “Cum inside your dyke!”

The End.