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>After a long day of volunteer work at local care homes and soup kitchens, Jimmy returns to his house, next door to Alice and anon's place

>The 21 year old softboy whistles a jaunty tune as he hangs up his keys under the hallway mirror, pausing to check his blond, thick hair, currently pulled back into a ponytail

>satisfied, he fires fingerguns at his reflection with a winning smile

>"Honey, I'm home!" He yells up the stairs

>his wife, as always, is in her "office"

>He can tell by the infrasonic vibrations of her latest hip-hop mix thrumming through the whole house

>Getting no response, he clambers up the stairs to go find her

>Yoona was a DJ, and Jimmy tells anyone who'd listen how good she is at it

>even if he doesn't really get her music himself

>At the top of the stairs the door to the bedroom is lying open, while the "office", with its recent new scattering of "yeen culture" graffiti and stickers, is shut

>He touches the handle, which feels like it's electrically charged, buzzing with barely contained noise

>It's a testament to how good of a job he'd done soundproofing the place ever since she moved in that the whole house hasn't vibrated apart yet

>He pulls the door open

>And is blasted with throbbing bursts of drum&bass sonic warfare

>His hyena wife, as usual, is sitting in her gaming/mixing throne (formerly his home office computer station) messing with levels and dropping samples into the track to test them out

>there's at least five instances of MC Ride screaming "FUCK!" in one bar alone

>weathering the auditory assault, he creeps up behind the big yeen and wraps his arms around her neck

>she jolts slightly, before melting into his hands as he runs them through her thick fur

>Mercifully she also kicks a pedal which silences the maelstrom of urban beats and gunfire

>"Mmmm, heya meat, you're all sweaty." She grumbles, her eyes half closed while sniffing his neck "Smells good."

>"Yeah well you know a good dancercize class down on 27th Street with the grannies always gets the muscles moving!"

>"Pervs. Those grey-furred old prunes just want to watch a young guy dance about in a leotard."

>"Oh come on, they're not all like that. And hey it keeps them active either way, y'know?"

>"Hmmmm." Yoona rubs her snout against his face and lazily drags him onto her lap

>he's not the only sweaty one

>As Yoona squeezes him like a teddy bear Jimmy's face is pressed into her fluffy cleavage

>she smells particularly, well, yeeny today

>her musk fills his airways and he lets out an involuntary little shudder as her big meaty hands slip under his shirt, caressing his toned gymnast's body

>"I told you to t-take a shower today, sweetie," he stammers out

>"Don't care." Her big snout sniffs at his hair, before opening to let her lick his face, her big yellow teeth inches from his flesh

>"Why, you getting distracted by something?"

>her roaming hands rub his butt and squeeze his groin before moving away again

>"N-no it's just I don't want you to get unwell or something, haha..."

>"Sure. Bitch." She chuckles under her breath before coming in and planting a kiss on his lips

>"I think we should make another video."

>Jimmy gulps, before answering

>"A-another video?"

>"Yeah, the last one did really well. Ain't that great?"

>He's blushing now

>"Well, uh, of course it's great, sweetie. You did a real good job editing it."

>she nods with a proud grin on her face

>she was a sucker for compliments

>"So yeah we should go make another one. Now."

>she grabs hold of him and lifts herself out of the chair, raising herself to her full monstrous height, with her hapless hubby held under one arm

>"Can we eat first? I'm not sure I-"

>"Nope. We're doing it now."

>The camera is set up facing the bed, which has had its normal coverings swapped out for a puffy white duvet and big triple size pillows

>Yoona's "research" said that was the one of the things their target audiences liked

>Jimmy sits cross-legged on the bed, facing the camera while his wife, now totally naked, fiddles with the composition and lighting

>he's changed into a pair of grey loose shorts and a white t-shirt, both second hand from one of the charity shops he works at

>wouldn't want to waste new clothes for a video

>and his little cross pendant, of course

>"Okay J like last time, you go over the legal stuff and I can test if the kit is working."

>"Sure babe, just let me know when to start."

>utterly focussed, she does a thumbs up and sets the camera and microphone to on

>the red light blinks on

>here we go

>"Hi guys, just a heads up that this is all done by consent between me and my lovely wife."

>as he starts reading off more legalese Yoona does a couple of final checks and then moves out from behind the camera after flipping its viewfinder so she can see the capture on its screen

>the video shows Jimmy, looking angelic as ever, while Yoona creeps up behind him, her head out of frame

>”And a big thanks again to YEEN'D for hosting our videos! W-we uhh-”

>the hyena jumps onto the bed and wraps a huge arm around his front, pulling his shirt up as she does

>Jimmy is blushing red at this point as his head is sandwiched between her big fuzzy breasts, while she slowly drags her big paw up his chest

>grabs a big handful of shirt

>and rips it off of him

>he shivers slightly

>a certain glaze comes over his eyes

>she leans down and nuzzles his neck, and moves her free hand down to grasp his hand in hers

>while the one on his chest begins moving south

>past his waistband

>”I love you, J.”

>before he can reply her tongue is in his mouth

>while her hand has began pumping away in his shorts

>he groans into her mouth and lets her pull him over onto his side

>a yank splits the waistband and the torn shorts go flying across the room, leaving Jimmy totally naked and exposed

>the hyena starts gently pressing her teeth into his throat while continuing to jerk him off from behind, while he makes rather unmanly noises and grimaces for the camera

>”Oh gosh, babe, I love you too.”

>Despite his lack of affinity for porno dialogue, Jimmy can at least make some cute moans

>satisfied with how the shot is turning out, Yoona starts really going at it, hooking a leg over one of her hubby's and pumping away like a machine

>before long he's at his limit

>”Babe, I'm gonna, I'm-”

>then he does

>he moans and bucks in his wife's firm embrace, while his cock paints her big paw with shot after shot of cum

>all the while she's looking dead straight into the camera

>she'd done the analytics and spoke to the reps from the company

>these type of videos had two main audiences, unsurprisingly

>lonely anthros

>and unassigned men

>it was her job to appeal to both of them

>and she was pretty sure she had the formula down

>”Who's momma's good boy, huh?”

>”Meee....” he groans out as she continues to torture his body while he goes through the aftershocks

>”That's right J. You're a good boy. Aren't you?”

>”Yes...” he whimpers

>she silences him with another kiss

>After a short break they move onto the next scene

>She's got him pinned underneath her now, recording footage from her discreet shoulder rig and from a camera mounted to the headboard

>the cameras should give a good view of him and her respectively

>Jimmy looks down to see one of his wife's massive hands grasp the base of his manhood

>he's breathing quickly and shallowly as she gives it a few rubs, her thumb running softly over his balls

>She looks down to lock eyes with him, her expression one of utter superiority

>"Who owns you, little man?"

>”You do, my love.”

>god he's too precious

>”And what does that make you?”

>he mutters under his breath

>”I didn't hear you, J,” she growls at him

>”I'm your bitch.”

>”That's right, you've got an addiction, don't you?”

>he squirms as he feels her lining his cock up for rapid entry

>”You're addicted to yeen pussy, aren't you, bitch?”

>”yes.” he says in a very small voice

>that earns him another kiss and a subvocal “good boy” in his ear

>before she drops on him like an anvil

>the whole bed is bouncing as she roughly rides him into the mattress

>both of them are moaning at this point as she presses her paws hard into his shoulders, her breasts jumping up and down

>she's getting into the rhythm

>but before long she's having to slow down

>he always gets her good

>gently shivering, she pulls herself off of him

>she nearly got carried away there

>can't have her cumming before he does

>to buy some time she runs her hands down from his now bruised shoulders down his body

>down his sides

>and onto his legs

>she grabs a hold of them, and pulls them up so they rest on her hips

>before leaning down to press her body against his

>she can feel his heart hammering away in his chest as she embraces him totally

>nuzzling her snout into his neck and feeling each shuddering breath he exhales

>”you okay?” she whispers to him, getting ready for the final stretch

>he responds with a hungry kiss

>before whispering “I'm yours.”

>fucking tease

>with that, she goes for it again

>slamming him into the bed so hard she's pretty sure she hears one of the slats break

>he's making the most adorable noises

>but she can't help herself either

>it feels so fucking good

>to have her man utterly at her mercy

>soon both of them are moaning and shaking as they feel the precipice approaching

>point of no return

>”Oh fuck, J, FUCK!” she screams as her back arches, pushing herself as hard as possible down onto him

>he's only really able to wheeze as twice his weight in hyena presses onto him

>they descend into a twitching, groaning mess as the waves of pleasure rock through them

>eventually with great effort Jimmy's able to extricate himself from the mess and turn off the recording devices

>one by one their red lights die

>last of all is Yoona's bodyrig

>she's half-asleep and still twitching with a big glowing smile on her face

>Jimmy pulls the rig camera off to capture this wonderful sight before throwing the big white duvet over her

>as he clambers into bed to join his wife, he turns to the camera, winks for the audence, and switches it off