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Waking up, his pink and scratchy tongue flicked out over his black button nose on reflex. His face twitching, the whiskers bouncing. Ian stretched, his body going in all sorts of directions, unable to find the right muscle he wanted to relax. He checked the alarm again, knowing she'd be home soon and he'd have to have dinner ready for her. Ian walked through his hallway, his tail swishing behind his neck like it were a second head, appearing above both of his shoulders.
Ian was a salt and pepper colored cat with a white furred body and chest and a grey color scheme running in circles from his wide hips and the start of his waist, as if advertising to any potential mate to 'grab here', which Keyah sometimes did. His salmon pink colored hair bounced about smooth and silky, medium length and barely above his shoulders, his long white ears protruded through like it were a helmet, with a smoke ring that ran around on each of them just below the apex point. Stretching his arms up past his head, you could see just how lean he was built, his ribs visible, outlined in the fur. His arms were skinny without being flabby.
Standing now in the kitchen, he tossed on an apron folded over the stove handle. He then turned the knob while picking up a large bowl of premade batter from before his catnap. He waited a minute, watching and feeling for the heat, before he began to pour some of it in drizzles.
As Ian cooked, he reached back behind himself and past his tail, as his pair of panties had gotten quite snug in his ass. He pulled at the high riding underwear, freeing it, and snapping it against his big butt, turning it from a string line to it's kite like shape, the striped white and minty green now more solid looking.
Flipping another flapjack onto a vanilla platter, he reached for his phone which he had also left on the counter from earlier, wanting to let his girl know that he had dinner handled.
Keyah was near the end of her final shift, changing out of her muzzle and her gloves. Frustration hit her as her cellphone vibrated, expecting her parents, but staring into the winky face of Ian's cute avatar melted her, as she answered hurriedly. "Hi sweetie." She sounded tired, but her golden brown tail couldn't help but wag at seeing Ian over the phone.
Ian thought it was a bad time to call. "Oh no, I'm sorry."
Her paw fell across her face, her long redhair bound up in an extremely long ponytail. "No no, it's alright. I'm almost done here."
"Great. Then they'll still be warm when you get back home." He waved the spatula in front of the camera. "Stay hungry, Kiki."
"You too - I mean, I will." She swayed, swooning for him. "Bye bye Ian-kins." Keyah, like always, was extremely careful as to keep her claws away from the screen as she hit the end call button.
That renewed his interest in his task, his eyes glancing at the clock as he scraped the last griddle cake out.
Thirteen fluffy pancakes. One for him, the rest for her. He leaned back, staring down to his flat and toned looking midsection. It was the only way he could keep himself looking like this, and keeping Keyah looking like...
He drooled a bit.
That reminded him. Popping the top off a bottle of maple syrup, Ian began to drown them, the viscuous brown liquid pooling into the pours of the paperback sized pancake, before spilling over the imperfect flakey sides and then making a mess on the plate and turning the bottom one down right soggy - which is what Keyah liked best.
Ian then heard a key clinking at the front door, his ear tickling. "Yaaaaay! Kiki's home!" Ian flapped his excited paws against one another.
Keyah was standing in the doorway, head only a couple inches below the ceiling frame, her body against it, looking angular, as she used it to support herself as she tossed her black purse with gold trimmings with knowing disregard. Her red-orange hair was a bit more frizzy and out of place than usual, as she had pulled it out of her work ponytail, now hanging loose, her wavy hair cascading, with some of it curling over the side of her face; noodley strings fell over her right shoulder and the rest down her spine.
Her facial complexion was like the rest of her fur, a light toasted brown. Her back, arms and legs were spotted in brown marks that range from solid opaque to faded and nearly transparent. Keyah was a hyena - a tall one at that, and despite the reputation, she wasn't a real laugher unless Ian was really going for it, and today, she had nothing to chuckle about.
Ian threw his neck back to be able to see eye to eye with Keyah. "Hiiiii Kiki!" Having gotten his tenth nap that day, Ian was now his normal self - that being of a spritely high energy spunkiness that never seemed to die down. He spoke with a girlish, wet, lisp, whenever he was most excited.
Keyah's spirits lifted, as her black lip lines raised, a smile forming on her maw. "Hi Ian."
"I made 5PM PANCAKES!" His green eyes shut after his declaration, but Keyah was fast, leaving him in the dust.
*ARMPF* *SNARF* *SHHLRP* "NUM NOMF"
Rushing into the small dining area situated next to the kitchen, the once proud twelve stacking of pancakes was now missing, as Keyah was face first in her plate, still licking up the syrup.
"Aw, you didn't even let me put on the best part!" Ian pounced closer, his legs fluttering as he moved in his hips towards Keyah, slipping off a certain hidden garment. "The whipped cream~"
She had some idea of what kind of 'cream' Ian actually meant. "Oh, don't worry-" She pressed a finger to her lip, grinding it cheekily against her sharp rows of teeth. "Mommy still has an appetite."
The roof of her mouth and her tongue unstuck, as she lowered in her seat, paws attaching to the soft hips of Ian. Ian's throbbing member began to beat against the curtain that was his apron. Keyah couldn't help but stretch on the sides of the material with her thumbs, flattening the material, and the tented erection made her blush. Keyah couldn't shoo aside the apron fast enough. The light pink tip of Ian's tapered off into a white shaft which retracted back taut, as usually, the baby pink flesh was covered by the white skin. White cottons of fluffiness hung heavy and huge, his balls like a pair of albino oranges, the surface of fur smooth looking.
Keyah lifted the hefty thing up between her hands, staring into it lovingly. It wasn't veiny or turgid. It was cute - despite it's ability to make her quake. It had an oddly feminine aesthetic just like Ian, and it was just the way she liked it.
Her face fell into it. "Mmmmmoi." She laid several kisses along the wet tip, cradling his balls and the length like it were a recently caught fish, posing with it like she wanted a photo with her catch. "Moi." Ian was eight or nine inches, though she was never actually sure which, as everytime she had tried to measure it - either mentally or with an instrument - it always ended up with her on her knees, forgetting the result. On his frame, it was almost funny, sticking out like a bigger than average sore thumb, but the way he used it did anything but make her laugh.
It made her scream.
Her wide and white fangs separated, her sharp trapjaw almost having to unhinge just to meet the demands of his well endowed meat. Her mouth was already moist and salivating. Her warm and sticky mouth made Ian melt, his knees turning inward. Her tongue slathered, dangling long, before coming up in flaps towards the base, matting down the fur on his scrote as she did. Despite what they did last night, he still reacted like a sensitive virgin to the glomping mouth of Keyah's as she swallowed him up from tip to pelvis. Keyah was an expert, as her black and tacticle feeling flat nose pressed up against his stomach. "SLOP-SLURP-SMMMP" It left her mouth, and she examined it, the sheer strength of his boner mesmerizing to her. She gave it a quick polish outside of her mouth before swallowing it up again.
With him fully stuffed down her throat, Keyah groped Ian's spectacular ass, spreading her pawed hold on his orbs, unable to find her favorite place, kneading them like dough.
Ian mewled, surrendering to her, his lower half embraced in total by her. "Uhn... ahh... ahh..." Ian pumped, his sharp teeth showing as his face soured. He looked down to Keyah, as their eyes met, an unbreaking gaze shared between them as he ramrodded her mouth with his shining prick.
Despite how good she was, catching a full brunt of his cock against the back of her throat sent her into a sputtering set of wet coughes. Keyah was unable to stop herself from drooling, drenching his groin and inner thighs, matting the fur down with another spitty hack, the blowjob becoming much more slobbery after that, as wet slurping noises emanated from her mouth. He ran his hand through her luscious hair, pressing lightly on the back of her head, but it wasn't needed, as she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
His big ass clenched and his tail froze in place. "Oh Keyah, I'm cumming!" Ian wrapped his hands around her head, almost jumping with his legs to wrap around her neck. He timidly humped against her a few times before he pasted the inside of Keyah's mouth.
"Ulp-ulp-ulp." She swallowed without question. The syrup taste that was still on her tastebuds was buried underneath the current of Ian's flowing juices, which she definitely preferred compared to that fake stuff.
Ian squinted, no longer as hyper active as before. "Whew, Kiki, I think I need another nap." He pretended to walk away, as he then heard her slump to the ground. Ian's chin crossed his shoulder, and he saw her now on all fours.
"Momma's. Still. Hungry." Her played up beleaguered and desperate voice as she crawled towards him had him trying to play along, half actually worried she had gone feral with that look in her eye.
She pounced at him, wrangling her arms around him with a bearhug, picking him up as he feigned a struggle. She didn't have to go far to drop him thankfully, plopping him down on their couch.
Keyah surprised him with how quickly she fell to her knees again, as she palmed his buttocks again. Parting Ian's ass was a task in it's own right, a squishy fumbling as she tried to expose his sensitive target. Ian gave her a hand, holding the back of his thick thighs. As Ian presented his hole to Keyah, he couldn't help but feel and look all 'aw shucks' about it - a hint of embarrassment and loving respect for Keyah, knowing going down there wasn't every girl's dream. Despite being somewhat sunken in, the hole stuck out obviously in the grey splash of fur between his white cheeks, an appealing and familiar sight for her.
Keyah didn't wait or tease him, her snout sliding in. She was quite generous with her coldcut sized lapper, swirling it against every crease of Ian's pink hole, unafraid of the taste, as Ian was a nut about cleanliness. "Nyulp! Nyulp! Nyulp!" She ate his hole with a sing-song attitude.
"Haaaawh - haaaawh - haaaawh!" His voice lilted, becoming that of a ditzy bimbo. His bubblegum pink penis began to sway, throbbing, yet not fully committing to fully getting hard again, the sensation conflicting his body.
As she dug into Ian's ass, her nose was deep in his white colored fursack, inhaling his manly musk, which constrasted so much with his femboy image, but she loved it and couldn't get enough. Her rhinarium inhaled, contorting, and then released with exhaust as she sniffed him in huffs that vibrated through Ian; his essence wreaking havoc on her brain. Keyah's hands traced up Ian's waistline, pressing firmly on his flat stomach all the while. She looked up at him with reverie, worshipping at the church of Ian as she messily tongued his asspussy. She preferred Ian on his back for this, as despite how short and small Ian was, it felt like he would smother her to death sometimes.
Keyah left a kiss on his ring before pulling back. "Hmmmhmph... I don't think you're gonna get hard again, Ian." She challenged.
"Just a second." Ian stared deeply into his unstiffened, half-erection, as it had begun to faulter down softer and softer.
It then sprang to life, catching Keyah off-kilter, covering her mouth. "I really shouldn't be surprised..." She couldn't help herself as she took a firm hold of his erection, checking to see if it was the real deal. "Alright. Get ready, sweetie." Keyah stood up, sadly having to let him go.
She stripped out of her clothes, peeling them off, a layer of perspiration on each of them, her hair tossing like a mop as the shirt was halfway off.
Her tits exploded out with a sudden massive drop, before settling back into place, as the twin pair sagged, but didn't droop. Her palm sized areolas were a hot pink, the large nipples inverted. From beneath her chin and neck down to her nethers, it was a paler almost blonde color of sun colored fur, contrasting sharply with the rest of her nearly marigold pelt. Everything about her was the perfect woman, but Ian's feline eyes coveted her round stomach, her tight jeans turning it into a muffintop. Her arms crossed just below her tits, hiding away her tummy.
"Aw, Keyah-WHOA!" Ian's bottom half was pulled out further, nearly off the couch. Keyah stood above him, looking down on him with a domineering smugness, as Ian listened to her undo her zipper and button. He looked and felt defeated being underneath her like that, his hands and wrists t-rexing in front of his chest, looking vulnerable. Taking a hard hold of his still sensitive red penis, he cringed a little, as she aimed it between her legs. Her body type made her pussy look plump. With a V formed with her head, she spread open her dark pink lips.
"Oh!" Inserting just his head, her reaction was clear. Inch by inch she slid willfully onto him. "Oooooo~" Her hips jiggled about at the halfway point, feeling something particularly good here. She ground herself, readjusting, pressing down on her belly, wanting to see her progress. Keyah sat planted on Ian, not moving an inch. She could feel the way his stiffness beat in rhythm with his heart. Her weighty breasts swayed hypnotically, looking even bigger from his downward sloped position, obscuring even her lovely and plump belly. Ian still couldn't believe she could hustle around with those bowling ball udders.
One foot on the hardwood floor, she raised and planted her other foot, sinking it into the couch cushion, still trying to find comfortable angles for herself. Raising up, she crashed down hard. Keyah used the back of his ankles to rock herself up and down onto Ian's pole, looking quite happy with herself as she used her hips like she were the one fucking him. She even teased him further, her black nails sometimes tickling the bottoms of his feet. "Owooooooh!" She loved the squirming and whines that resulted, which sent shockwaves of vibrations throughout his body, but specifically his dick.
Flat on his back, his bubbly butt provided protection as she let herself drop into his lap repeatedly. Her own big ass would tense up, looking tight as she rode Ian, before releasing, looking loose and flabby; the motion repeating, but as she sped up, Keyah's own heavy globes bounced together as he fucked her, almost barely able to carry herself, her thick thighs making her movements unstable atop him. She moaned high at first. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Then her moans turned into voracious screaming. "Guuuuh! Oh Ian, screw me!" Keyah picked up and began to squeeze a throwpillow in between her mammaries in such a way that if it were a head, it would have been crushed, both by her force and the weight of her body, which helped partially to drown out her voice.
Keyah tossed it, then squatted over Ian, both legs now on the couch, her spine arched. "Cum! Cum! Cum inside me, keecat!" She could feel him try to spear upwards inside her, and now it felt like the tables had turned. She wasn't the one fucking him, he was fucking her. Ian's pace was rabid. Her eyes began to roll up her head as she smacked down against him harder and faster. Her tongue swung, drooling, and as she pressed her thighs together, the heat between them became almost unbearable as she felt his load unleashed inside her. Her pussy clenched and convulsed around his light pink cock, milking the straining pair of white furred balls of Ian, as he took hold of her soft hips and beat out his remaining orgasm into her.
Keyah slouched over, while Ian silently exhaled. They stayed like that for awhile, before eventually and disappointingly for Keyah, forced herself to climb off him. Ian's member fell limply from her cum stewing pussy with a dewy residue flecking off onto his stomach. Keyah, with hand over her sensitive feeling crotch, turned, heading towards the hall and the bathroom. Ian laid there, looking drained, who could then hear some water running.
Keyah returned, falling atop him, scooching him to the side while simultaneously pulling his face closer to her own, her eyes shut, nuzzling Ian, but in a very tired fashion. "Let's turn in early, 'kay keecat?" Her job could be a total drag, but at the end of the day, this made it all worth it.
"Uh Kiki, did you forget?" Ian halfway winced and smiled. "We're going on vacation this weekend!" Ian raised a finger. "And I happen to know of the perfect place to work out your aches and pains, Kiki!"
Keyah responded with a hint of concern. "Where?" Ian could sometimes get these ideas in his head that worried her sometimes, even if she loved and trusted her big dicked, big booty boy.
Ian flounced off, excited as could be. Ian came back, as he two handed the brochure, presenting it to her with a bow.
Oh no... she had promised something like this, but right now? Keyah scanned it from front to back. She sort of knew the area, but it'd be quite the journey to get there. Keyah threw her head back into the couch in faux frustration, reminding her of her teenaged years. "You mean I did all that and you STILL want to go on vacation?"
He shook his head with enthusiasm. "Uh huh!"
Keyah blew some of her red thick curls away from her face, mulling it over silently. She had agreed to some kind of vacation with Ian. "Fine. Let's go."
The subway train car trundled near silently. The outside was pitch dark, with occasional white lights flashing by, creating an almost strobe effect. The interior was low lit, almost like the bulbs hadn't been changed in awhile. It made things mellow, and made Keyah sleepy, as she was using the opportunity to nap against him. She had a pleasant expression while scooched up against his shoulder, and he didn't want to disturb her; going against his fidgety nature by becoming a statue underneath the weight of his lovely Keyah, and with every rocking bump underneath his feet, it made him mentally try to correct the vehicle back onto it's tracks, thinking the next one would surely wake her.
Her whole body shifted, falling into his lap, which made him worry at first, until he saw she was facing up at him. Her hair spilled messily, her tongue stuck out cutely from the side of her lips. Her blue eyes had this glazed over, loving look to them.
She pulled him down and into her face; her cocoa colored maw against his white whiskers.
"Hey, have we ever done it on a train before?" Keyah mused, the scruff of her neck rolling.
Ian reacted with a silent guffaw, not sure if he believed Keyah was actually interested in the concept. They had done it in some pretty risque places, but this was... they were alone, but...
Ian's libido got the better of him.
Keyah clambered off him and his enlarging package. Slapping her hands on her knees, she presented her ass to him, the pair of jeans helping them stick them out firmly into a heartshape. Ian palmed them, unable to squish her tush through the stiff material like he wanted, but even so, the only thing bigger and chunkier than her ass was his own. Undoing them and slipping her tail out of the pocket hole, Keyah wiggled her hips, causing her pants to fall around her ankles. "Where do you want it?" Ian asked while licking his lips.
"In the butt." She tried to play it off cool, but a part of her always still worried about Ian thinking less of her for asking.
He grasped her cheeks, grinding his face against them. The Earthy honey smell and soft fur brushing against his whiskers was heavenly. He spread her open wide, admiring what was in between. While Ian's hole was dimesized, Keyah's asshole was much larger and rounder, with a little bit of the orifice pooching out, sitting in the patch of light fur that ended just below her tail.
Ian had to stand up on the subway seat, as with Keyha bent over, she was too tall for him to screw properly in that position. He paused a moment, his hand on his tucked in cock within his shorts, but the fear of getting caught rearing it's ugly head, even as Keyah seemed to have no reservations about doing this. Even so, his tensed rubbing made it grow and it could no longer stay as easily packed.
Whipping out his solid light pink penis, he hooked onto the hip bones of Keyah, prodding her backdoor entrance. "Ready?"
"Oh yeah!" She agreed huskily. That excitement on her face withered, as she experienced Ian's tip at first pressing, but then breaking through violently. Keyah snarled, her expression contorting into a sneer. Even just taking his time and worming his way in, she wanted to ask him to slow down, but she was a big girl and had handled it before plenty of times. With her head down, she stared between her legs, focused on her knees and hoping they wouldn't buckle.
All the way in, Ian threw his head back, his fleece-y hair on his shoulders, his balls experiencing the heat of her nethers, which made the cool of the subway feel more like he was in an oven. Ian swivelled within her chute, loving just how tight it was, before he pulled back bit by bit, retrieving himself and plopping from her ass, leaving her large ringed doughnut gaped, breathing for life, a steamy feeling on his cock, a reminder of just how warm it was inside her.
She wagged her ass at him, tail all the way up. "Oh tiger, don't tease me like that!" He could hear the desperation in her voice as well as the slight discomfort with having to be bent over. Ian raised it again, meeting her demands.
Relief hit her again, as she felt Ian fill the emptiness he had created. As her hands and claws dug deep into the semi-dirty floor, Keyah's head swung high, salivating at the raw sensation of the anal penetration; a mix of pain and pleasure, but mainly the pleasure overrode any fight or flight instincts in her system. Of course Ian was too big for that hole - but that's what she liked about it.
The rail made her adjustments into unsturdy landings, which caught her and him off guard, as Keyah bounced back into him, his furry behind pressed up like hams against the subway glass. As they swung like two bound together basketballs, with just as much impacting weight, Ian worried about the glass potentially breaking, but he was far too deep into Keyah to care about the consequences. However the idea of people seeing his ass at the next station lingered, making him speed up as much as he could.
Ian tugged and yanked on the base of her tail with every delivery, making her yelp slightly from every thrust. "I'm cumming, Keyah!" The few muscles in his butt squeezed as tightly as he could make them, ready to unload.
"No no no, don't cum!" Keyah launched herself off his rocket, before pushing him back into his seat, her curtains of hair falling over his thighs. Determination filled her features as she milked his cock with both hands and suckled on his head, her mind purely on the task, and Ian nowhere near them, the mild difference in taste compared to earlier not even bothering her. Ian could never stop himself from cumming under such an assault of the senses. There were several loud gulps, and with one last search of her tongue against his urethra, Keyah left no froth behind.
*POP*
Her lip finally left his penis.
As she stood up, Keyah wiped her face, then pulled up her pants and readjusted her top before sitting back down beside Ian. She tried to be nonchalant, but Ian just stared at her. "It was... just in your-"
She threw her hands up. "So? Sheesh."
They were quiet, feeling a little embarrassed, but an announcement above them had their hands clutched together, Keyah overwhelming his own squeezing as he pointed to the door. "That's our stop!"
"Huah-huah-huah-huah." Keyah puffed out trying to keep up with Ian, who wasn't the least bit rushing her, yet with all the clothes she was carrying and how long the walk had taken, she was panting like crazy, slumping over a little, her spotted fur slicked and her tongue hanging, extended and long, draping over her throat.
Ian's bag of stuff was a lot smaller, yet full of much heavier things, with things like the camping gear, stove and fuel tank, yet he showed no signs of exhaustion, his fluffy tail zigzagging as he walked.
Keyah was wearing a white blouse with an exposed midriff. It was a top Keyah would normally NEVER wear in her life, because, even with loving claims from Ian, she was still self conscious about her unfirm, and sometimes sagging, belly - the layer of fur not helping. Ian wore a nearly translucent teal button up shirt, and the one thing that kept Keyah from giving up was seeing his ass clad in black spats, jiggling with every step despite how tight the material hugged to his groin.
The front of the building stood imposing, with red slanted fences and panels that diamonded towards the back, which they couldn't see. On the front terrace, the raised grasslands seemed to declare themselves superior to the more wild forms of nature; still short and groomed looking. Two pagoda statues flanked the front door. The stonework was worn, and even a little green from the weather. Looking back on the twisting trail they went on, the night purple colored fields were filled with spotted mushrooms of a fluorescent color. Creeping vines crawled wide and white moonflowers scattered like stars in the vastness of green. The woodlands extended out far beyond, encircling the area. He could easily see this whole plot of land having been wall to wall with trees at one point, as this was clearly a hand made slice of intended beauty.
There was a sign in carbon black above, etched with symbols he only half understood. 'Relaxing Pasture', maybe. The vanilla papered sliding door had visible layered frames in a 4x6 pattern which were stacked in uniformed lines. Taking hold of both latches, Ian threw them open.
Stepping in, there seemed to be no sign of life besides the stuff outside. The sound of cicadas rustled in the distance, still managing to catch up with them. "Man, they're loud." Ian shunted the sliding door closed, only muffling the noise. Keyah hadn't gone far, strafing to the corner of the entrance while fingering through her smartphone, finding the flashlight app and turning it on, exposing the cobweb filled place, an ooky feeling filling her. "Wow, great place."
"Sure is!" Ian pointed "Notice anything?" His eyebrows suggestively raised.
Keyah lit up his face, but quickly realised she made a mistake, seeing his eyes glow solidly yellow and reflective for a moment, making her think of him as a predator in the dark. She then hurried to lower it back down, Ian's green eyes back to normal. "That we're all alone?"
"You got it." Ian took a load off, dropping his backpack to the ground, feeling the imprints left behind from just how much it weighed, thankful it was off.
Keyah took that as invitation to do the same, making more of a show of it, and a lot less graceful as she almost threw it off. "Whew!"
Walking past an unattended desk, they saw taped up signs and posters, both on the wall behind it and on the front of it, but the most important one was written up in a lot of different languages. Keyah's finger underlined the kanji while Ian underlined the English. "Please shower before using hot spring." Keyah thought about it. "There's no way the water would still be working, right?"
With his own light turned on, he opened a door with a symbol for a boy. Inside were three cubicles with drawn plastic curtains, and beside them was a toilet and a sink. Ian turned the faucet taps to full blast, expecting some dirty dry mud to cough out, but instead, water as clear as a mountain spring poured. His body contorted, dipping his head below the faucet to catch drips of it on his tongue, appreciating it after such a long walk.
"EEEEP!" His moist face shot up. There was a loud scream. Ian rushed with pure fleet footedness, almost going down on all his paws, but she wasn't that far that it was needed. Keyah pointed in a general direction, afraid to pinpoint it as she'd have to look at it again. "IT'S A BIG, NASTY, SPIDER!"
It was as advertised, quite large; it's corner home in the shower stall invaded by Keyah, but mostly ignoring them. Normally he would have let it be, but Keyah probably wouldn't sleep a wink knowing it was free outside, which is where they would be camping. With one stiff smack, it's tough armor was still no match for his limp wrist. Ian wiped his hand on the rough wall surface near the drain. "Ee-yuck. I hate what bugjuice does to my fur." Standing back up, he turned to his stressed out hyena girlfriend, who had her hand above her heart, looking like she was still about to pass out.
"Thank you, my little tiger." She sighed out any worries from her system, her small and stout man having saved the day for her.
Ian stood a little taller than before, feeling like Keyah's knight in shining armor. "Why is such a big strong girl like you so afraid of something so small?" Ian's eyes sliced. "Are you afraid of me?"
Going back out towards the main entrance, she bent over, throwing open her bag, her short and scruffy tail wiping through the air. "Don't be ridiuclous. I'm not a afraid of squashing you." Keyah stated, tongue firmly in cheek. "Now would you mind?" Ian stepped out, letting the door shut, as he did the same, reaching into the same pack that Keyah did for some travel size soap and shampoo.
Their shower heads went off simultaneously.
Keyah pressed her hands into the contours of her body, wondering if any were new from Ian's pancakes earlier.
Ian originally wasn't going to shower until his hand met the spider. Technically, he didn't have anything against baths... technically. He just hated the way it ruined his hair and made him look like a drowned rat.
Ian finished before Keyah, his shorter hair plus the fact he liked cleaning himself anyway so he didn't feel all that musty or dusty. He stood outside of the girl's room, still hearing the water going. He leaned out, and Ian saw a sign that looked like a guy about to run and then falling, with a big NO on it. He figured Keyah would find it, as he gave the girl's room door a knock. Ian walked down a long hall, which started as pure darkness that he had to feel around to find a corner. Turning, the natural light from the outside helped guide him the rest of the way.
There was a smell. A unique one. It wasn't chlorine, that was for sure. It made him flutter his whiskers, clearing his sinuses. It was stronger than salt, and it was a familiar one that had wandered into his nose when he and Keyah were outside the front door. The main attraction was large, almost a hotel sized swimming pool. Bushy plants sat in corners, planted along a wooden fence which scaled the whole pool, and beyond even that was a stone wall alley that had trees in the middle of both. Despite losing all their leaves, they still added to the look of the place, as the only thing ruining the feng shui of this serene place for Ian was a single color painted maintenance door attached to the outside of the building. The water wasn't clear, but it wasn't dirty either. It had a milkiness to it, like the surface water was glass and it was getting fogged up from underneath. Bending over the edge, Ian held his paw above it, and felt the heat instantly waft up against his pads. The surrounding rock arrangement was very pretty, jutting towards the inside of the soup. It was as if to remind him that this wasn't a natural cement pond, and not to treat it as such.
The walls and trees did their job however, as they added a feeling of protection and privacy, imbuing him with a hint of recklessness. Ian reared back to a less wet spot of gravel. Crunching them under his toes, he darted, his dick flopping against both his thighs, before jumping at the last second. His fat bottom slapped against the surface with a violent crash, sending up the water higher than the fence high walls. Despite his small height, he could still stand up easily, feeling it rise up to underneath his chest. "Wow!" He had to say out loud to himself, the heat intense, but he quickly grew to like it.
Ian leaned back, elbows planted on two convenient rocks. Then he heard quiet sinking patters of feet and water. His neck put in the minimum amont of effort as he looked into the darkness. Keyah had a towel bound around her form, her venus like figure perfectly encapsulated by the snug wrapping. Despite the cover, there was no mystery to her body and he could picture it easily. Her bust seemed even larger with how she clutched the knot below it. Her ass was outlined and sticking out, undulating with every step. Her body had a noticable sway to it in how she walked, but particularly her chest.
Sticking in her paw toes first, she retracted it back just as quickly, her stubby claws curling, hiding the tendon webbing. "Ow ow ow." She waited a second after flexing her foot over the steaming pool, then dipped them again, more used to it now. She tossed off her towel in a blink, almost too fast for Ian to see, before taking a step down, a soothing feeling followed as she allowed herself to be overtaken by the naturally heated water. "Aw..." The sense of discomfort as it hit her shoulders soon became one of relaxation, feeling like she wanted to take another nap. "Oh this is so nice, Ian. You were right." Keyah's shoulders slumped to the sides, her arms stretched out wide along a set of friendlier looking rocks, as she sat in repose against them.
Keyah gazed lovingly at her shortstack, their bodies half submerged. It was just them... well them and the croaking. She dipped in for fun, before rising again. Her red hair draped like seaweed against her body, heavy and soaking, her nipples obscured by the napes of hair. She was like a mermaid having just emerged from the ocean water, who then planted herself on a jutting rock, beads of water from her hair dripping down her cleavage. The skin on her arm drooped a little thanks to the water, but in the best possible way, as it revealed her muscles from when she managed to go to the gym, a hidden vascularity under that fur. He never thought of her as built or ripped, so it caught him off guard. She looked like an amazon - and it made Ian tingle... down there.
He dunked his head below, swimming towards the unsuspecting Keyah.
With a surprise, he propelled himself up like a monster from the ocean. "Oh my g-!" It took all of Ian's strength to lift her, planting her outside of the water. "Ian, what are you-" Standing on his tippy toe, he twisted his head underneath her snout and kissed her, covering her words.
"You look amazing." He responded in a breathless kiss. Keyah, with her body outside of the water, tried to hide her stomach, feeling fat in that sitting position before him, especially in the way it seemed to all bunch together. Ian denied her that, as he took a firm hold of her lovehandles, the layered skin and fur folding upwards and downwards to his whims, soft and squishy. "Come on, whose my cinnamon roll?" Her fur looked like she was sprinkled with cinnamon stamps, which is why he had given her the nickname.
Keyah blushed hard. "... I am."
Ian smiled broadly with a smug knowing expression, his whiskers almost adding to the width. Taking her in by the lips, her legs kicked up, straying through and under his arms, her toes twinkling on the hot surface, their kiss even steamier as they pressed their bodies together. His tip teased her hot pink lips, which was soaked even more than when she was in the water.
He would have screwed her like that if he could, but she broke away. Keyah crawled further out from the soup, the water weight making each of her movements precise and slow. Her knees and hands pressed into the hard surface outside the spring, her face lowering closer to the ground, as she raised her drenched tail, and presented her slit with a wide berth between her legs, a look of wanton sexual lust through razor teeth, as she stared back at Ian over her shoulder.
Ian was a lot faster getting out, and he only had to bend his knees a little bit to be able to reach her in this bent over position, looking like he was almost squatting. Pressing down on the middle of his dick, the tip bent for a moment before engorging itself between her folds as he plugged into Keyah. She shunted forward, but despite how slippery she was, Ian caught her again, pulling her back into himself. Keyah had a straining yet excited look on her face as he took control.
*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*
Water soaked fur slapped together, as he delivered long strokes into her awaiting pussy. Her milkers tossed and fondled over themselves. While prone on all fours in front of Ian, Keyah would self consciously press a hand upon her tummy, lifting it up, making it look less loose than it actually was, as even basically in the middle of nowhere, she was still worried about her bellyfat being seen by strangers, especially in this overhanging position - but with each thrust from Ian, it became harder and harder to maintain control of her chubbiness, and even more so, the part of her brain that shamed her for her body was beginning to be drowned out by loudly spoken 'YES! YES! YES!'s that spilled from her licking chops.
Keyah's ears perked up, her palms raised her, her spine arching in the middle. "Huah-huah-huah-huah!" Unlike their walk, her panting had a smile to go with it as her face raised, wishing she had Ian's hand to scratch underneath her chin while he fucked her. Instead, he did the next best thing: Scratching behind her ears, which made her howl out.
No words were exchanged as he readied himself to plant his seed in her; his breathing becoming a little more desperate. Keyah's body just seemed to naturally realise what was to come, as she bumped back more readily into Ian.
He clapped his hands against her ass cheeks, giving them a harsh squeeze as he lunged against her, biting down. Keyah's face fell onto her crossed arms, as her tits fell into the turf, rubbing at the poking green blades, her stomach expanding in and out, as she felt his lava erupt against her womb. Ian gave her a few more ineffectual humps, before he fell out of her. Without Ian's tool to hold her up, Keyah's body collapsed to the side, her hips and legs clenched together, making her heart shape obvious, as she tried to keep in Ian's cum. A droplet spurt out, making her coo in reaction, as the slimy white goo met the cool air against her inner thigh.
"Heeeeeeey, Kiiiikiiii. Did you like it? Didn't I tell you it would be great? Huh, huh?" Ian reminded her of those four legged pet-animals without intelligence, as he circled in place on both their sleeping bags, the tarp covered floor rustling as he raced about.
Keyah just stared into the tent, her boyfriend on a sugar high without the sugar. She wanted to complain about the walk here. She also wanted to complain about the walk they'll have to do when they leave. Instead, she just sighed. "Yes Ian, it was."