On a late autumn evening, Maxwell enters a popular neon-lit tavern to catch a quick refreshment before closing. The air cascading from the great city of neon maintains a faint breeze, warm and flowing. Max feels like winter inside, despite the embrace of summer all over outside. He adjusts his shirt collar, contemplating finding another bar to attend and ultimately deciding it will never truly matter where he arrives, so long as he settles eventually. A gut intuition screams at him to enter.
	Max heeds the call and steps through an open doorway. He walks in, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting within and pulls up a barstool to sit slouched over a corner of a long, rectangular sleek onyx bar, He gazes and blinks with subtle recognition at a fox-wolf hybrid barkeep, wondering just where he'd seen her before, if not in a long-distant hazy dream... he stares in awe at how incredibly young she appears to be, though that may be his one-eyed intuition betraying his senses. 
	In a far corner opposite from the bar behind him, a younger vixen girl with white fur and fetching blue eyes sweeps up a small pile of debris, left behind after a long busy day. She observes the strange shepcoon hybrid with calculated curiosity, ready to flinch away if he even so much as coughs. To the vixen girl, he's almost criminal in nature. At least that's how Maxwell perceives her initial judgement of him. Perhaps she's not used to seeing guys of his stature all too often.
	Max fishes out his wallet, yanking free a small sheet of currency, casually taking in his surroundings and realizing quickly that he's the only one present in the humble futuristic space-bar. An expansive view of the cyber-city's cutting-edged horizon can be seen through a large paned-glass window nestled behind shelves covered in liquor bottles, glimmering lights reflecting elegantly off their glinting surfaces. He grins at the younger barkeep, maintaining a friendly demeanor while holding a green billfold between his finger-paws. 
	"Good evening, kiddo! I was wondering if you were still open to accepting a drink order or two. I mean, hopefully you don't close far too early here, I honestly don't know very many other taverns in the area. This one looks most accommodating to me, unless I'm mistaken? Then I'll take my leave and bid you both a fond adieu, no offense taken."
	The folf-girl's pierced ear flicks a bit. She doesn't reply until she puts aside the glass she's wiping clean with a polishing bar-rag. She leans up to the counter, resting her elbows on the bar and her hands on her cheeks, presenting her face to him in a cheeky elegant fashion. She smiles with a slight hint of blush, eyes sizing him up admirably, licking her lips with a subtle graceful motion.
	"Hello friend!" The barkeep says, sliding a little laminated menu towards him. 
	"We're very much open here, so you should have no worries at all." She smiles bright, radiating warmth into Max's heart. He accepts the menu sheet with humility, eyes averting to its contents. He's pleasantly surprised by how many new beverages are available. He slides his finger paw down the menu and points to his decision, showing the cute folf-girl bartender his poison of choice. She nods in agreement, winking at him with enticing glee.
	"Between the Aion Apocalypse and the Kitsune Kicker, I think the Kicker sounds especially tasty." Max says. She nods with a smug grin and a cocked brow. Max inhales with a sigh of relief, stretching his arms up and over his head. 
	"Aaah, that's it! Thanks for accepting me so late, I'll provide a suitable tip for you, it’s the very least I can do." He nudges his head towards the young white-furred vixen beside him, carrying a filled dustpan to a nearby refuse chute. 
	"Both of you." Max smiles, adjusting his eyepatch in a subtle gesture of greeting. The younger vixen stiffens up and resumes her working duties, attempting to ignore Max's heated advances but finding it hard to do so. She also has a weird problem that feels exclusive to Maxwell alone, for she simply cannot stop staring at him.
	"So do you two have any parents upstairs, or are you both working for a prominent tavern owner? He must be rich to be able to hire such... attractive help. No offense in admitting that, I hope?"
	After making his small-talk comment, the younger vixen girl blushes, clearly hearing him but refusing to react far too evidently. The folf-girl nods and grabs for the proper liquors, beginning to mix them in deadpan silence. A TV is on but muted above the edge of the bar counter. A news report plays on, centered in the screen, marquee ticker scrolling with latest developing coverage, local Neon City news mostly. Weather and sports updates, a small hovercraft pile-up accident with no serious injuries, another dirty political scandal; nothing special or particularly noteworthy to Max.
	"I suppose you are not yet aware of how things work here, hm?" The folf girl keeps her attractive smile on, a little fang seen visibly jutting free from a corner of her folf-girl lip. Max can't recall if he'd seen that before or not. The sight was adorable at best.
	Max shrugs. "I suppose not? All I know is that I could've sworn I've seen you before... did you ever attend any of my shows, perhaps in the southern district?" He asks, hooking a thumb towards the general direction of the southern district.
	As he lays his cash money down upon a nearby drink coaster as fair trade, she scoffs and rolls her eyes. He accepts his beverage, offering thanks with a subtle intended brush to her finger-paw as he takes a sip of cool sweet refreshing savory Kitsune Kicker. His tail swishes and his shepcoon whiskers tremble in savory reaction to the drink's smooth sweetness. He whoops aloud, giggling with pure joy.
	"Oh dang, that's delicious! You know your stuff around mixing good quality drinks! Keep the change, like I said - you deserve it. Thank goodness, I was so thirsty... parched, even. Best choice ever."
	Max stares at the folfcoon girl, attempting to remind himself just where he'd seen her before. Finally he gains enough courage to ask her what he always seemed to have trouble asking cute anthro girls, thanks to his high social anxiety. Maybe she'd be different from the rest. Was she before? He could hardly recall.
	"What's your name, hon?"
	Max catches a brief glimpse of the barkeep, ogling him with bright shiny eyes like a caged animal in a zoo, one nearly glowing blue while the other twinkles bright yellow, golden and fetching as a setting sun. She blushes and smiles wide, pupils practically dilating in the low atmospheric twilight.
	"Hehe, okay. That explains the questions, and the money." She uses her index finger-paw to slide the money right back at him. 
	"My friend, may I remind you of something?" She asks Max, sliding a long purple-streaked strand of brown hair free from her muzzle. Max nods in affirmation, glancing towards her.
	"This is Aion. We can get into great detail about how it works, or you can choose to be happy with the knowledge that none of this matters, none of this is real, and nothing really exists." 
	She leans in close to Max's face, brushing whiskers. Max feels slightly intruded upon but stands his ground, knowing she's merely proving a point to him.
	"Let's just say we're in your mind." She leans further into the counter again, tapping at Max's temple gently. As she reaches up, her loose top hangs from her neck and shoulders, revealing a not-so-subtle view of her bare flat chest. Max strains silently to get a good look at her flat-chested cleavage, feeling a sudden and pleasant attraction to her emanate from within. When he catches a glimpse of her petite swollen nipple, Max hears the television flicker back to life again, playing a commercial for a new brand of edibles that doubles as male enhancement supplements. She had elbowed the TV's remote while reaching up to tap Max's head, severing the muted hollow silence in the bar at last.
	"I'm glad you enjoyed the drink. How it works here, is that it's as good as you think it is. So I'm flattered, truly. Glad I could satisfy your needs, friend." She chuckles, flicking her hand towards Max.
	"My name is Kayla. That little honey over there is Angel and you are most definitely welcome to stay as long as you need. You are most welcome."
	Angel has already laid her head down on a nearby table, fast asleep. Soft wheezing snores echo out from within her petite pursed open lips. Max, awestruck and blushing timidly, clears his throat and returns his paper currency back to his torn denim jeans pocket, readjusting his posture to accompany the slight bulge in his crotch that began to form as a result of catching an eyeful of Kayla's bare naked chest.
	"In my mind, huh? Reminds me of my ex, if not just a bit." Max says with a scoff, laying his arm down across the countertop. He cocks his head at an angle and smiles wide at her: Kayla the folf-girl barkeep, illustrious young beauty, flirtatious and so fetching to him. Max giggle-snorts briefly.
	"But enough about that nonsense, right now I'm simply intrigued. Not by how things operate here, as efficient and fiscally sound as that may be... but by you."
	Max chuckles soft and places his hand-paw down gently on her wrist, caressing her with tender massaging motions. 
	"You, Kayla. I can't seem to place a proper age on you but maybe that doesn't matter? I'm..." Max feels a potent blush burning through his cheeks. He licks his shepcoon lips clean of any remaining traces of Kayla's delicious mixed drink while sizing the girl up admirably with his wandering gaze, ogling upon her illustrious beauty from head to toe-paw. 
	"...well, call me crazy, but I think you are extraordinarily attractive, even if you may simply be in my mind. I tend to have a lot going on up there at times, mind you. I have a lot going on up there right now."
	Max asks, placing his highball glass down in front of him, gazing deep into Kayla's captivating heterochromiac eyes, reminding himself of how he once looked as a cub, long before his unfortunate explosive accident that left him partially blinded. Or was that really how he obtained his cybernetic eye patch? His mind felt separated into multiple wavelengths but he had to pull through, for Ronnie's sake.
	Kayla looks at him with her typical warm smile. "A nonexistent ex, eh? Now that's a story I could get behind."
	She playfully places her hand on his forearm, rubbing his brisk fur with tender care. "I wonder if I were to tell you, whether it would excite you even more or if you'd get freaked out." Kayla tilts her head, clearly playing around with him, seductive and sadistic all at once. 
	"In any case, thank you so much for such sweet words! I always get all happy and flustered inside when I'm called cute!" Kayla says with a bright cheerful grin, so adorable. Max's heart could practically melt at the sight. Instead, he feels his bulge grow even more stiff, threatening to ruin a perfectly romantic moment.
	"It takes a lot to freak me out, you know..." Max says. He casually smirks as her folf-girl hand brushes his forearm, warm to the touch. He didn't see Angel lock the tavern doors behind him, flipping a sign from 'open' to 'closed', sneaking out from the main concourse space to leave the two furs alone, providing a little more privacy. 
	"Why not try me out a little? For all you know, I could get a lot more excited. And I concur, you are extremely cute. Hope that doesn't sound weird, coming from a random passing customer." 
	He raises her hand to his face and kisses her finger, a quick peck to her knuckle. Short but sweet. 	"Or should I say, an old acquaintance? I've missed you, Kayla. Thought I'd never find you again. And yet, here we are, like we'd just seen each other yesterday. What are the odds??"
	Kayla's eyes flutter in reaction to Max's flirtatious advances. She shrugs and squeezes Max's arm.
 	"Really now. I wonder what kind of things freak you out. I can see, you know. You may choose to deny or hide it, but I'm looking right at it, like an open book."
	Max's heart begins to race. Her grip tightens on his forearm. 
	"Um my fears? Besides the worst criminal scum imaginable? I guess mostly blood... and drastic failure... oh, and clowns. Midget cannibalistic clowns. They horrify me, all things considered. Yup." 
	Maxwell says, shaking his head as reassured as if he were announcing the weather, tapping his finger-paw down to prove a point. 
	"Otherwise, I'm not very freaked out by many other things. I'm what you could call an open book in regards to fear and phobias." Max nods affirmatively, giving Kayla's hand a gentle considerate squeeze while basking in the glow of her eyes, youthful and affectionate, simply glowing from the rich stark night-lit canopy of the cityscape outside reflecting in through the tavern's large double-paned glass window, a lovely view to behold.
	Kayla scoffs. "I know it's been a while seen I've seen you, yeah. Sorry to kill the joy though, but the odds, in a place like this, are equally 100% to each side. If you know what I'm saying." She mutters, nibbling at her fingertip.
	Max cocks his head with confusion. "I dunno wh-"
	Kayla slides over the counter, almost like a cop over the hood of a car, to sit right next to him. She has a drink of her own already served. When did it appear? Was it there before? Maxwell could only suggest that she was either a much better bartender than he imagined - or she wasn't a bartender at all and the Kitsune Kicker he was savoring all along really wasn't a beverage whatsoever but a truth serum, a concoction to help reveal Maxwell's true intentions, the real reason why he stumbled into the Kitsune-owned tavern at the exact moment which he did.
	"Oh, I know all too well, no worries there, ya kill-joy. I'm really happy to see you again, Kay. I... uh..." He struggles to compose the courage to admit that he missed her - like, a lot - so he settles for the next best thing, in his mind at least. 
	"I think your business here looks quite well-organized! Cozy, tidy, nice relaxed atmosphere. I can imagine how busy you two must get when a rush comes through. Dividends to be made, eh? Good on you, old friend."
	Max grabs for his glass to take a quick sip of his fresh new Kicker when he hears a soft zipping sound. He averts his eyes towards Kayla, diligently strip-
	"Woah, what're you doing??! Isn't Angel still here?"
	Kayla chuckles happily, blushing a bit. She seems so calm and cheerful, completely careless. She kicks her cute striped hot-pants away, remaining clothed only in her admittedly tight panties and her work-shirt. She just sits casually upon her barstool as if nothing happened, drinking her lemonade cocktail while wagging her fluffy folf-tail.
	"I've missed you too. Quite a lot, actually." Kayla plays around with a lemon slice floating in her drink as she thinks with methodical patience before saying each word. Attempting to keep his cool - and his eyes on her face - proves to be difficult, as Max finds himself nearly incapable of ogling her now-revealed undergarments, feeling a wave of nervousness rush through him. He hopes Angel isn't watching from a dark, shadowy corner somewhere nearby, watching his total boner grow even stiffer for her older sister. The aftertaste of Max's sweet cocktail lingers upon his tongue as he reminds himself of how... unbelievably... attractive... this folf-girl sat before him has always been. He feels giddy with excitement, almost as if he might faint from outright smitten exhaustion.
	"Is it getting hot in here? Maybe we should crack a nearby window open, maybe?" Max mutters.
	Yanking at his T-shirt collar, Max begins to endure a flash of stifling heat, feeling aggressively turned on by her slim slender proportions and those cute-as-sin panties of hers. Kayla always had good taste in fashion, which she'd reminded him of with uncanny persistence. Max snickers and downs the rest of his cocktail in a single gulp, placing the glass down steady near an opened bottle of lemon liqueur. He pinches his chin, gesturing a thoughtful pose while glancing down at Kayla's Aion Apocalypse, a very citrus-inspired lemonade-savvy mix. Finally he makes his move, hoping not to blow it.
	"Tell me, does your drink taste as good as it looks? Because honestly, I am betting all my remaining earnings that..." Max gulps and clears his throat, brushing aside a lock of blonde hair settled upon his muzzle. 
	"Well, that you may just taste even better than ten Kitsune Kickers in a row. I bet you're the ultimate kicker of them all." Max curls his eyebrow and grins, prepared for anything yet also hoping not to get thrown out of the large tavern window by Kayla herself for being an obnoxious pervert, maybe a big fat knuckle sandwich.
	Kayla chuckles happily. Maybe a bit too much, for it was likely her drink had already taken a toll on her. She sways on her barstool, making Max feel uneasy.
	"Har de har har, you're so funny." Kayla says with snappy sarcasm. Max exhales a sigh of relief. She decides to scoot a bit closer then sit on his lap.
	"Big bold words from a big bold shepcoon!" Kayla exclaims in a singing lilt. Max gasps, even with her back against his chest, leaning her head back a bit so she could nuzzle his cheek. 
	"Teasing you is so funny. I wonder how far I can get until you start to beg like a proper dog? 'Woof woof, doggy-woggy. Beg for me, pup!' Just like that." Kayla says to Max in a questioning tone, poking a corner of her lip with a pinky-finger. 
	Max feels her fur and soft little bum press against him, producing a deep warmth. She seems very needy to Max, perhaps more than even that. Kayla practically feels shimmers of heat emanate from her body, silently screaming with wanton desire for the rugged older shepcoon's physical embrace. She grinds down upon his lap further.
	"I see you haven't lost your sense of mischievous flirtation... how much alcohol did you even drink?!" Max asks. He reminds himself that she is still young, that he is probably apt to get busted big time if anyone were to rat him out, to expose his deepest darkest secrets, his core intentions, especially if Angel were to get a glimpse of his-
	"Oof!" Max's impromptu erection presses down hard against Kayla's bum as she slides off her seat and perches herself upon his lap, a cute little folfgirl princess now sat upon her royal shepcoon throne. She caresses his cheek with petite fingers, teasing him while giggling and smiling with coy indulgence. He smells strong lemon spice upon Kayla's breath as she beckoned unto him, tempting Max into breaching his personal threshold of adult decency. He reminds himself that he isn't very much different in age from her, not excessively so...
	"You are quite a needy girl, aren't you? I may wind up begging for you after all, at this rate." Max says. He reaches down slowly to brush his fingertips against the hem of her panties, carefully pulling them aside. She moans and he snickers in response, licking his shepcoon lips.
	"Does it get lonely sometimes, tending to this bar, serving alcohol to deadbeat patrons and sloppy drunks?" Max asks as he slowly and cautiously lifts his other arm up to wrap around her chest, caressing her shoulder in a soft, subtle massage. He dare not move too much, for fear that the barstool may tip over from top-heaviness. His ringed raccoon's tail inadvertently brushes against her long fluffy folf tail in a casual hug. He whispers into her ear, hugging her against his body, gripping her inner thigh cautiously as his eye darts towards the front door. He looks around in the tavern, snickering aloud, breathing soft warm air that permeates her ear with robust flushing heat.
	"What if Angel is watching us right now? What would she say, I wonder?""
	Kayla nuzzles more, breathing softly against his face. She blushes so hard.
	"Y'know, if she can see us, chances stand that she'll probably join in. She's quiet but... you know what they say about the quiet ones." Kayla squirms and turns around, now sitting on top of Max, facing him directly, wrapping her forearms around his neck, looking straight into his un-patched eye.
	"Oh, but I'm sure you'd love it if that happened." Kayla says, wiggling her hips just a bit more, teasing him even further.
	"Also, it doesn't really get lonely with her around. Angel is always with me, and I have tons of friends come over on occasion, so I'm not completely alone. I love her and she loves me, we trust one another. We're siblings with a strong bond. Have you ever had siblings, Max?"
	"Yes. Once, a long while ago. His name was Jordan. Gosh, you know me too well, perhaps. I only wonder if your sister would prefer to take me in her mouth first, or-"
	Max spins the barstool around on a swivel, slowly twirling in a seated tango. He reaches behind Kayla's cute petite body and slides his hands down her back, inching towards her waist, caressing her cute folfgirl butt in his grip. He squeezes her young taut glutes and brushes his fingers against her panties, lightly teasing and fondling her most sensitive regions, pressing upon her tailhole through smooth, silky panty fabric, rubbing and stroking at her sex with soft, slow repetition, undergarments dampened and wet to the touch. He smells a sweltering aroma of erotic pheromones in the air that arouses him heavily, making his knees quiver and tremble.
	"-or if she'd take me right here. But that'd probably be too painful for a girl her age, huh? If I recall, you seemed to handle it pretty well back then when you were about how old she is now, give or take a year or two. There's a distinct possibility..."
	Max nuzzles his snout against Kayla's neck, planting small flurries of butterfly kisses upon her shoulder, whiskers brushing through her long robust hair. He smells a lemony-fresh fragrance, perhaps a fresh new brand of citrus conditioner she used.
	"Maybe she's fingering herself off to us right now, watching us getting... reacquainted. Wouldn't that be just a little kinky? Oh Kayla... you tease me so. I missed you, my dear." Max grins with sly, seductive confidence, reminding himself what he'd missed the most about attending this particular bar. He thrusts his hips with smooth repetition while Kayla remains perched upon his lap, bulge pressing against her moistened panties. He gives her neck a companionable lick while dragging his hands up her waist, along her back, tucking his fingers beneath her shirt, rubbing her back and curving his massaging advances around to her front side, feeling up her adorable small breasts. Max was wont to admit his preference to flat-chested girls, despite popular opinion suggesting otherwise.
	"I'm glad you aren't completely alone in here, at least. That's important. I'd hate to think you lack any companionship... but I wonder who these 'tons of friends' are, whom you speak of? Anyone I may know, by chance? Not that I mind heavily, but I'm a bit curious... mmm, how friendly these friends of yours really are with you." Max inquires with an aura of bitter reluctance. He twirls his thumb-paws against her youthful nipples, maintaining balance on the barstool while he gets more and more frisky with Kayla, the bartender and hostess of the evening, cheeks dragging and producing heated friction between fur tufts, breathing hot and heavy against her earlobe. His drink gives Max a nice burst of liquid courage as he humps himself against Kayla's groin, hugging her firm against his body, still blissfully unaware that the door is closed shut and locked tight, open sign flipped to close, courtesy of Angel Kitsune.
	"I wonder if you'd prefer to be fucked or eaten out? Maybe I can do you and her at the same time, my dick in one and my tongue in another?" Max says, snarling with carnality-driven lust.
	Angel peers in on them both from a shadowy corner, gasping and panting at the sight of her sister getting very, very naughty with the last customer of the night. Angel's vixen fur ruffles and her bright turquoise eyes stares with avid intrigue at the shepcoon patron's endowment, trying to hear what he whispered to Kayla. 
	"Mmm, all this filthy raunchy fuck-me-harder talk is only getting me hotter." Kayla says. She licks her lip as she rocks her hips back and forth softly, suggesting a particular...itch be properly scratched. Her heart beats fast, for she is so ready and prepared for the night, prepared to reacquaint with Maxwell.
	"They are as close as I want them to be, by the way. My friends, that is. To answer your question. Sometimes I really enjoy seeing them come back for a piece of foxie-girl."
	"Angel, you mean?" Max says. Kayla nods and giggles. Without further warning, Kayla removes her thin crop top. She is bare-chested and so very flat that a bra would be deemed useless by all accounts. Her nipples are perfectly erect due to such intense foreplay excitement. She blushes and bites gently on her lip while looking down upon him from her empowering position.
	Angel just stares, blushing.
	"Glad I'm not alone, then... you haven't lost your touch one bit, still as naughty as I remember. I love how you tease me so." Max straddles Kayla on his lap, pressing his girth up against her inner thighs, apt to explode and climax right into his boxer-briefs before long. His chin bumps against her chilled wet dog-girl nose and their lips meet, which feels like an eternity in the making to Maxwell. He breaks the connection between lips and slides his tongue against Kayla's jawline, moaning aloud through his nostrils.
	"Mmmm, I think I want to prepare you a little before I fuck you raw, right here in your own bar. How's that sound, cutie-pie?" Max whispers into Kayla's ear just before licking it. Kayla gasps and shivers with arousal, feeling passionately dominated by Max. He slides his tongue into Kayla's folf-girl mouth, kissing her deep with intimate desire as he reaches down to fondle at Kayla's panties, hoisting her up as he unzips his own jeans. His erection couldn't wait to reacquaint with her tight savory warmth.
	"I'd like to see if you taste as good down below as you do up above." Max says. He props Kayla upon the edge of the bar's countertop, letting his tongue wander from her mouth kissing her along her cheek and neck, breathing deep and sniffing her rich sensual natural hormones, feeling his dick stiffen harder and his knot swell in reaction to her uninhibited attraction.
	"I've missed this a lot, giving you such enticing pleasures... you are so fucking sexy, darling." Max settles upon Kayla's young petite breast as he sucks on her erect folf-girl nipple, twirling his tongue on her areola, thumb nudging her swollen cute folf-girl clit, hand tucked beneath her damp, moistened savory panties. He loves watching her tremble and shiver as a result of his foreplay. He licks his lips, beckoning for a taste of something far sweeter... and wetter.
	"I bet you must have fun watching those other guys beg for you, huh? I know I always loved being your cute horny willing pet, back when we first met... you were always so different from anyone else I've ever known. Different... and a lot more seductive, even in your own unique quiet way." Max says as he kneels down in front of Kayla's spread legs and presses his snout against her panties, sniffing her sweet savory sex, lapping against the surface of her aroused pussy through her silky-smooth undergarments as he anchors her legs around his head, resting her knees upon his shoulders and her tail against his chest comfortably.
	"What if Angel walked in on us right now, watching me fuck you with my tongue? How would she react, I wonder? Maybe she'd want to get pounded by me as I slurp you clean down here?"
	Kayla gasps very lightly, letting out a soft moan as she caresses his cheeks lovingly, holding his head in place. She blushes as her pussy secretes sweet youthful canine vaginal juices slowly.	"Mhhh..." She arches her back and neck a little bit, almost as if she's stretching so he could taste her even more. She chuckles happily at the love she is receiving between her thighs. 
	"I'm so happy you like me all that much, it makes encounters like this far, far more special."
	Kayla spreads her legs open wider, bending them to place her paws on his shoulders. She lay perfectly exposed and willing to take all of him. She uses two fingers to spread her pussy lips, presenting her warm little entrance to Maxwell with a furious blush to boot.
	"Angel...we'll see what she does. I think she went upstairs to the room. But who's really keeping track? After all, you've got her older sister spread-legged and grinding against your muzzle, keeping busy in all the right ways."	
	Maxwell smiles, gazing up at Kayla's folf-girl face, entranced by her eyes, her blushing, her nude spread... and her secreting pussy, so very inviting.
	"You make a very good point."
	"Eh, I try. Nothing special!"
	"Just like myself." Max says with a sarcastic undertone. 
	"Not true." Kayla growls. "Don't ever say that."
	"Sorry." Max replies, head turned away. Kayla reaches down to grab at Max's hand-paw, pulling his fingertips closer to her mons. He snickers low and soft, a devious chuckle.
	"Daaaamn, now there's a beautiful sight to behold and feel out. I see you're still tight as ever. I thought I heard footsteps above us, which is just fine. Angel, no doubt. That means we've got the bar to ourselves now. Don't we, love?"
	Max teases Kayla briefly, using his whiskers to tickle the edges of her small labia folds, lapping at her inner thighs and rubbing her knees just before inhaling his breath and shoving his snout into Kayla's tender fleshy folf-girl orifice, shoving his tongue deep into her vulva and slurping her juices up, drinking her rich scrumptious estrus and moaning aloud as he tongue-fucks her with raunchy persistence. Max reaches up with his hand-paws and fondles at her nipples as he eats Kayla out, erection throbbing beneath the bar counter, drippy with pre-cum, savoring every nuance of her heated reactions, her orgasmic expressions, every shiver and shake. He is fully prepared to make her squirt hard, to cover his face in a sloppy orgasmic mess of warm heated folf-spunk discharge.	
	"h-hah...hah!" she smiles cutely while covering her blush with her hand. She squirms lightly at the licks. He noticed her fur fluff up, just as she begins to get fully immersed in the sensual feeling. Her foot caresses his shoulder softly, as she holds his head down in place with her free hand.
	"I love it when I make you blush that hard..." Max says, taking a brief break from Kayla's exquisitely tasty folf-girl vagina. His tail wags and he smiles wide, lips smothered in her seminal folf-girl pussy fluids. 
	"I'm very close to giving you a good pounding, but not yet - I need to lube you up properly. All I've done up to this point was merely preparation. Let's see how fast I can make you cum, darling."
	Max resumes his after-drink meal, tasting a slight aroma of his Kitsune Kicker, wallowing in the mixed sweetness from his beverage and the bartender's folf-girl pussy. Max laps at Kayla's fuzzy smooth taint, lightly teasing her tailhole ringlets with his tongue. He pinches at her clitoris as he guides his tongue back into her vaginal orifice, breathing hard and heated against her mons, teeth gently scraping against her pussy lips. He is humping the air beneath the counter, definitely ready to smash good and deep.	
	"A-aaah...hah!" Kayla moans, arching her body. She is about to give him a warm wet drink. She's had a lot of sexual experiences, but she's particularly fond of this one, being more than ready to bang all night if Maxwell decided so. She wouldn't deny his rapturous advances for once. Kayla sticks her tongue out, panting like a doggy, as she nears her first climax of the night. She curls her toes and squirms wildly, doing her best to hold it in a bit longer, a very diligent endeavor for a girl as turned on as she was.
	Max rubs and massages Kayla's thighs, gripping onto her waist as he swirls his tongue in circular motions, buried in her pussy, chin dripping with her orgasmic nectar. He thrusts his head back and forth, spelling out the alphabet with his tongue inside Kayla, nose pressing against her clit and head clenched down forcefully as he gives willingly into her passion, climaxing a little, leaking precum onto the ground below. He growls and sucks on her clitoris like a tiny rigid lollipop, savoring her cute moans and seductive aroused squirming. Max simply cannot wait to bang Kayla Kitsune into submission. He can't wait to squirt all over her cute petite body, even a little inside her. Kayla gasps and squeezes her thighs together, holding his head firmly in place as her insides throbbed, her belly squeezed, and she began shooting string after string of sweet foxy juice.
	"H-haaaa....!" She gives way and lays back down on her own bar counter, almost as if she collapsed, panting with her tongue held out.
	"M-mhhh..." Kayla moans aloud, face blotted with a red blush.
	"GaAAAH, FUHCC YEHHSCH!" Max exclaims, words muffled heavily due to his mouth wrapped around Kayla's sensitive youthful folf-girl vagina. He feels a warm torrent of estrus dampen and moisten his tongue, dripping from the roof of his mouth, drenching his muzzle sopping wet and filling his throat as he attempts to suck her cum as quickly as she squirts. His arms are locked around her thighs, elbows clenched tight against her hips and hands caressing her own upon his head as Maxwell consumes Kayla's orgasm, satiating his thirst and quenching his immediate desires. He feels as if his head is jammed into a vise-grip of leg muscles and femur bones, gasping for air through his nostrils as Maxwell dines lovingly upon Kayla's explosive cum-drenched girlhood.
	When she finally relaxes and eases down from bliss-induced exhaustion, nearly collapsing upon the bar counter, Maxwell stands up and uses the barstool's leg brace to position himself in front of her, adjusting his incredibly erect and pre-leaky shepcoon knotted dog-dick accordingly. He leans in close and hugs her while licking her cheek, kissing her neck and sliding his cum-covered tongue against her own lolling tongue as Max thrusts forward and rams himself into Kayla Kitsune, something he wished to repeat for a long time coming. Max grins with admiration, watching her blushing expression shift as he penetrates her with fierce predatory determination.
	"That was fucking crazy-hot! You are still-Oooh, so tight! Ah, you're still amazing as can be to me. Mnn, fuck, I love you, little one! You did so well, just look at my muzzle! I need a bar towel! AAH!! GOD YES, you feel incredible!!" Max says, laughing hysterically while watching his dick penetrate Kayla's vagina so deep.
	"Oh how I just looooove love love fucking you so hard! Oh Kayla! Kayla!" Max curled way down low to Kayla's side, practically poking her cheek with his snout. "Aaah, fuck yes, your sexy folf-girl pussy is such a long, yearning sensation I wanted to feel-AAH! YES! Feel for so long! God, you're so tight! I missed this sensation, Kayla!" 
	Max whispers more filthy dirty talk into her ear as he proceeds to thrust himself into her, slow and steady at first, then gaining a little more speed and aggression, all while keeping his arms wrapped around her shoulders, caressing his hands upon her neck and head, savoring every inch of her incredible warm wet tightness.
	"Mghh!!" she mumbles lightly as he penetrates her. She holds onto his neck, pulling him close. Hearing such loving considerate words from him makes Kayla fluff up and urge to get closer to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. 
	"H-hah...fuck!" Kayla whimpers in a super-cute girlish tone of voice. Her inner walls embrace his repeated entry, coating him gently with warm pussy juice and massaging his girth with her vaginal muscles. She could stand getting fucked by him any time, mostly anywhere.
	"Hah...haha...yes..." Kayla pants and caresses the back of Max's shepcoon head. She breathes hot and heavy as if letting out steam from all the pent-up heat and estrus she had built up. She holds her body close to his in a warm embrace, pussy welcoming him deep inside with each delirious thrust.
	Max stretches her vaginal walls wide with his knotted girth, pressing his thighs against a wooden beam nestled beneath the bar counter, feet resting upon the barstool's footrest and hands clenched in place upon Kayla's back as he indulges in her bliss, feeling absolutely aroused beyond his years, gazing with loving candor into her sparkling bountiful color-opposing foxy-girl's eyes, lids half-closed from lust.
	"Good girl.... good girl... you are so gorgeous, Kayla Kitsune... I love... loooove fucking you moist, precious young folf-girl... thanks for making such potent drinks, did you put a hormone pill in those? I feel freaking incredible right now! Even if you didn't, I swear-"
	Max speeds up immediately, thrusting into her like a jackhammer, licking her cheek and tugging on her tail in a teasing fashion before slowing back down, gliding his dick with slow persistence into her incredibly tight and cum-slicked pussy.
	"Oh Kayla... Kayla... You arouse me soooo much..."
	Max caresses her slim canine head in his grip, combing his fingers through her long hair, snout brushing against purple bang highlights as Maxwell kisses Kayla with raw unflinching passion, gripping onto her thighs and hanging onto her body nice and tight while he slams himself into her with vast repetition, feeling himself sinking into her pussy, almost like a vacuum effect. His hair sways behind his ears and he feels a slight tingling sensation building up in his groin, though he'd attempt to prolong his orgasm for as long as it took - just so they could share a mutual cumshot together. He might lose in the equation, however.
	"You want me to cum on you, or in you when the time is just right?" Max says. He asks Kayla just as he reaches down to clench hold of her mons, twirling a long thumbnail against her tiny rigid overly-sensitive clitoris in figure-eight shapes. He sucks on her lavish folf-girl lips and laps at her fuzzy chin, fully immersed in the waves of pleasure that have swept over his mind, allowing him to continue fucking her non-stop with reckless abandon - a horny shepcoon with no plans on slowing down, not even for a quick breather. He intends on making her cum all over his penis like a busted water main, drenching his groin in the exact same spunk that even now began to dry and chafe slightly upon his muzzle.	
	She pants frantically, focusing solely on the feeling of his thickness spreading her inside walls and the wet lewd sounds of his nutsack clapping against her taint. Kayla leans close to his ear, panting into it which tickles him and in between moans she stutters her response.
	"Inside, as deep as you can. Haah...!! Don't stop... fucking me!! DON'T STOP Fffffuuuu-!!!" 
	Kayla's pussy drips more and more, almost as if there wasn't already a puddle under them both that began flowing down the counter. Kayla was completely lost with a big smile and her tongue stuck out, embracing a complete overhaul of Ahegao-bound epic proportions.
	"Mhhaaaa yes!!!" Kayla screams aloud as she clings onto him, refusing to let go easily.	
	Max wraps his hand-paw around Kayla's slender canine muzzle and rubs her snout, dragging his thumb against her lower lip, kissing her neck with tender raunchy passion as he lifts her up from the counter, cum dripping down from its oakwood edge, groping her bum to hold her upright upon his lap. He backs up, narrowly avoiding his barstool and a nearby table, then sits down in a cushioned booth seat, dragging a shorter table away from the seat as Max thrusts his knot into Kayla's swollen warm tight pussy. He lays back onto the booth seat and clenches hold of her hips, gripping tightly onto her waist as he drives his shepcoon knot ever-so-deep inside of her. Max feels his nuts begin to tingle, hearing the slapping moistened penetration echoing into the wide-open space of the tavern's main concourse and feeling his folf-girl lover tightening up like crazy around his dick. She was on the verge of enduring another major climax, perhaps she'd squirt on his cock just like how she did with his muzzle. The taste of her vagina lingers on the tip of his tongue as Maxwell reaches up and gropes at her flat chest, pinching her nipple and fondling her small breast. Max licks her cheek and nibbles at her neck as he grunts and growls aloud, moaning and breathing through his nostrils with deep intense endurance as he feels a snap in his brain and his balls drain dry, pumping the folf-girl full of his shepcoon cum, unable to slow down or stop thrusting. His toes clench and his grip upon her tightens as he smiles and kisses her cheek over and over, breathing hot and heavy against her nape, long hair brushing against his chest and tails wrapped together in a loving embrace.
	"I think... if I came any deeper inside you... I'd probably impregnate you with triplets..." Max says, feeling a heightened sense of savory bliss, head swimming in true raw orgasmic entropy, the warmth of Kayla sweltering against him like a small fuzzy furnace, leaking all over his groin. He humps her deep, shoving his knot further into her vaginal orifice, squirting more pent-up jizz deeper inside with each determined shove. He wraps his hand-paws around her thighs and masturbates her, fingering her pussy with his dick still wedged inside while gently tugging and pinching at her clitoris, refusing to let her go from his solid cast-iron grip.
	"I've been waiting to cum in you like that for such a looooong time..." Max whispers aloud, swimming in raw ecstasy.
	"Hmm, I wouldn't mind the triplets." Kayla says while licking his muzzle happily.
	"This was so good, I just hope it wasn't all you got for me. After all, you haven't even given my sister any love and attention yet. She's probably way overdue." Kayla says. She winks, still clinging on to his waist with her legs. She licks and kisses his cheeks like a loving puppy, very engaged. 
	"I know what's up. I can tell you haven't stopped thinking about my sister for a single second... you're clearly distracted and that's okay." Kayla slowly gets off Max's lap and stands up next to him, completely naked. She looks upon him with cum dripping down her thighs, a heavenly sight to behold, heterochromiac eyes shimmering in low dim twilit dusk cast within her family-owned tavern.
	"I'm sure she's dying to have you! I’m dying to bring you to her so she can have you! I want her to have fun and enjoy herself just as much as I am with you right now." Kayla says with a hyperactive grin, looking exceptionally cute.
	"I'd say between our hybrid genes, we're capable of producing a very cute litter of folf-shepcoon hybrids. Come to think of it, I wonder if your sister is already asleep. I think I might've heard something from behind the bar earlier..." Max ponders at the distinct possibility of Angel crouched down low, out of sight, listening in on the hot and bothered fuck-time action between her sister and the random bar patron who seemed to appear as if out of nowhere, a relic from Kay's romantically distinguished past... or maybe his paranoia reached new heights from the strong drink he'd consumed? Maxwell refused to take any chances.
	"Though it could've just been my imagination hard at work, I tend to hear weird random sounds often. But right now, all I can hear is my heartbeat echoing in my ears. They're ringing, you know? That happens when..." 
	Max trails off, savoring the sight of the naked folf-girl standing in front of him, Max takes immediate action. He leans forward, placing himself down upon his knees in front of Kayla, stood upright in front of him, leaking a gushing torrent of shepcoon cum down her inner thighs, still trembling from her most recent wave of fresh heated intercourse-laden orgasms. She's blushing furiously while glancing down at Maxwell, holding her legs spread apart. Max wags his tail as he leans in to kiss her mound of Venus with loving compassion.
	"Mmmmm, I'd very much like to lick you clean, beautiful folf-girl..." Max tucks his hand between Kayla's savory young legs, prodding his middle finger into her tailhole while tugging gently at her long bushy folf-tail with his other hand, making out with her second set of lips, sucking her clit and lapping away at her vulva like a hungry sex-starved dog in heat. The combined taste of his jizz and her estrus-nectar arouses Max like mad-crazy, causing a fresh string of pre-cum to drip from the tip of his still-erect cock. He realizes right then that he's not even close to calling it a night with the Kitsune sisters. Whether he'd wind up fucking Kayla over and over again or perhaps eventually grant Angel a chance to spread her vixen legs wide for his imminent entry, there would be a lot more sex to engage in. Max felt more vigorous than he'd felt in what seemed like two back-to-back lifetimes. 
	He pulls his tongue free from Kayla's reddened moist pussy folds, hearing a wet smack as his lips depart from her labia folds, trailing a small rope of jizz that connects her sex to his chin. A spunky bridge.
	"... mmmmmn, fuck, that's what happens when I endure a very satisfying orgasm. You... you have a lot more in store where that came from, my dear. Believe me, I'm not finished with you by a long shot. How many more rounds do you have in you, I wonder? I want to keep breeding you, sweet precious Kayla. If you feel inclined to call your sister down, I won't complain much at all, might just decide to fuck her raw as well, right in front of you, make you squirt all over her face while I cum in her pussy so deep, so fucking deep. Oh, how I desire you so much!"
	Max gropes Kayla's thighs and opens his mouth very wide, clenching his jaws around her entire groin and shoving his tongue into her pussy as far as it can reach, swirling and twirling and lapping at every possible surface he could touch from within. His one good eye gazes up at Kayla's face, watching her tremble and shiver and react to every single tongue-lashing he gives her. His tail wags with profound excitement, knowing he would either have another round or two with the adorable and heavily sensational folf-girl, or he'd get a chance to acquaint himself with her younger sister, maybe while licking the cum clean from Kayla's folf-girl vagina. 	
	Kay nods. "I do have a loooot more to show, and you know the night is extremely young. Hmm, kinda like my sister." She chuckles. After he returns to dig muzzle-deep into her again, she blushes hard and lays a hand on his head, covering her mouth with the other. "M-mh!!!" Kayla's legs belt and buckle a little bit, suggesting she's ready.
	She begins gasping and panting, shivering from non-stop orgasmic vibes. 
	"G-geez....how thirsty are you, anyways??!!" Kayla decides to lay her thigh on his shoulder, standing on one foot while pressing his head against her crotch with her hands. She begins humping his mouth, feeling her clit squeezing against his snout while grinding back and forth. Her juices drip quickly down his chin.
	"M-mhhaaaa!!!!" Kayla picks up the pace with the humping and after a bit, with a shiver up her spine and a couple of brisk spasms, she starts cumming load after load, a near constant stream, almost as if she were peeing rather than enduring a deep carnal orgasm. Kayla holds Max's head tight against her groin. Max masturbates himself furiously as he drowns in more folf-girl love-nectar, slurping Kayla's messy cum-drenched pussy clean as fast and efficiently as he could muster, making a goatee of sticky estrus glisten upon his jawline, shimmering reflectively under the tavern's fluorescent lights. Max reaches up and grabs hold of her hand with his own, caressing her wrist and fingers in a firm grip as he slaps himself off, feeling his groin go topsy-turvy and a tremendous rushing wave of lust flow through his chest, making his heart race. Max giggle-snorts, tickling Kay's clit with a brief rush of exerted warm air shot from his nostrils, scented with a Kitsune Kicker cocktail or six.
	"I haven't had a decent drink in a decent bar from a decent bartender in a good long while, what can I say? You are-" Max sucks on her clit like a tiny lollipop, swirling his tongue between her folds, briefly dragging against her tailhole for surprise kicks.
	"Mmmm... a very tasty and satisfactory kind of drink, kiddo. The tastiest pussy I've ever known. Fuck, I loooove this place so much." Kayla glances down briefly at Max and feels a grand flowing flush of rapturous bliss course through her body, electrifying her crotch immeasurably, causing her to pant and breathe faster still. 
	Max forces another orgasm out of Kayla, snout buried in her delectable folf-girl snatch. He feels her toes clench and squirm against his back, legs trembling with shocked orgasmic influence, even while one is wrapped around his neck, thigh propped against his shoulder. Max lifts her up as she sits on his face, balancing her upon his chin while he continues to tongue-fuck her. He quits briefly to speak.
	"Touche. I think I'd like that... she wouldn't be too intimidated by me, right?" Max asks, wondering how Angel might perceive his wild demeanor and odd one-eyed presence.
	"Intimidated? Nah, she's probably expecting you right now." Kayla says while panting a bit more. She stands up and engages in rigorous stretching. "Mhh. I see you enjoyed the drinks, very well, that's good." Kayla places her small hands on Max's cheeks, caressing his face while looking down at him with friendly eyes. She looks at his hard cock, still throbbing and erect. 
	"I wonder if that'll fit inside Angel." Kayla chuckles, blushing happily as her tail wags behind her. "Let's go show her some love now, hm?" Kayla turns and begins walking towards a large staircase that leads up to the tavern's second floor.	
	"E-Expecting me? Huh, that sounds interesting..." Max caresses Kayla's petite hands upon his cheeks, kissing her palms and squeezing her fingers in his grip. He stands upright and wipes his muzzle clean with a nearby bar towel, ensuring all matter of estrus is removed, licking his lips to seal the deal. 	"Those are very tasty drinks, alright! I thoroughly enjoy your thirst-quenching capabilities. Best bartender I've ever known. Tastiest one, as well."
	Max snickers and strokes himself some more, refusing to go flaccid anytime soon. Not with Kayla by his side, aroused beyond her years. Max watches Kayla walk up the large staircase, tail swaying behind her sexy butt, hair flowing long and luxurious against her shoulders and face illuminated with a joyful satisfied smile. She beckons him to come along, to follow closely behind and see what else she has in store for him.
	"Anything you say, dear Kitsune princess." Max says, slipping into a pair of boxer-briefs before proceeding up the stairs into a large spacious bedroom. Kay blushes and laughs softly at the sight upon entering. Max poked his head into the bedroom to witness Angel laying naked on a large Cali King-sized bed, a big wet puddle clearly formed between her legs upon soiled bedsheets. Evidently, Angel had been having fun all by herself. She's caught sleeping deep and undisturbed, naked and doused in sexual fluids. Max resists the urge to hop onto the bed and scarf her openly-exposed pussy with hungered attention.
	"Look at that puppy girl. I want her right now as bad as you do, believe me." Kayla walks closer and sits down on the edge of the bed, caressing Angel's footpads softly. Max's jaw drops agape at the sight of the young vixen girl, basking in a puddle of her own luscious orgasmic discharge. Her fingertips are filmy, glinting with the same fluid she's sopping wet with, drenched and soggy. Max realizes that she'd most likely heard them downstairs getting reacquainted with sweet savory coitus. For all he knows, maybe Angel even stuck around to spy in on the action for a time before breaking away and running back upstairs to rub herself out into a numb blissful daze, having witnessed Max slurp and fuck her sister with such raw passion. Max's knotted penis throbs as he feels his dick flex and grow stiffer upon witnessing such a sight. He licks his lips and feels his heart begin to race rapidly, hyper-charging his pulse rate.
	"Maybe you can help get her cleaned up... just a little bit, at least before she gets all messy again. That's the thing about us shepcoons, we can be slightly intense with making quick messes in cute girls." Max says. He chuckles, slowly approaching the bed where Angel resides, fast asleep, footpads rubbed with considerate care and nurturing love by her sexy slender perfectly nude older sister. Max notices Kayla gazing down at Angel with yearning eyes and wonders how often these two sisters indulge in friskiness between each other when he's not around.
	Max crouches low directly over Kayla, practically on the verge of slamming himself into her backside, dick prepared to penetrate her pussy from behind, even while she continues to give Angel gentle footpaw rubs. He hoists himself back a little, gaining a slight hint of willpower. He clears his throat and brushes away at his tail, trying to stay blissfully unaware of his true intentions, what his impulses nearly lead him into doing with Kayla the exceptionally gorgeous folf-girl tavern barkeep once again.
	"Uhh, otherwise I think I may be able to help clean this naughty sister of yours up a little, but only with your express permission. I'd hate to just barge in and wake the poor dear up from her slumber with my tongue buried all super-deep in her kitty..."
	Max stared at the girls, a folf and a vixen, wondering who was the most perverted of the two. He knelt down and gave Kayla a gentle shoulder massage, her long hair gliding over his wrists and her tail flicking against his chest, tickling his whiskers. He loved how soft and cuddly her scruffy neck fur felt against his paw-padded fingertips, soft and cozy enough to fall asleep with for hours on end.	
	"Mhhhhh!" Kayla fluffed up at the feeling of the massage. "That feels good, thank you!" She laughs with a very cute tone of voice.
	"Bassist fingers, love. It helps to give proper massages, y'know?" Max leaned against her back, hugging her close to his chest and kissed her cheek. "You're welcome, dear sweet Kayla."
	Angel squirms a bit, cozying up while looking at them both with lazy blue eyes. Angel is wide awake and loving every second of foot treatment her sister provides. Kay wiggles her rear just a bit, blissfully naked and showing her perfect two lewd entrances, wondering if max wanted more and taking very little time to find out. Angel crawls down to the edge of the bed and kneels in front of them, looking up at Max with a cute little smile. She is quite smaller in stature than her folf-girl sister. Kayla glances over her shoulder casually.
	"Oh, I see the puppy needs a drink!" Kayla says. She laughs as Angel blushes.	
	Max resists the urge to plunge his muzzle between Kayla's tight young buttcheeks and rim her seductive puckering tailhole so deep, instead choosing to keep a curious and interested watch over Angel. He loves how naughty and teasing Kayla can be, how well she keeps Max thoroughly aroused, unapologetically irresistible to his own thriving libido. Angel places herself down gently in front of Max, knelt on a large cushiony bed right behind her very nude and inviting older sister. The still-messy vixen girl regards Maxwell with awe and wonder, looking super-cute and bubbly with a sweet smile. Max smiles down at her in return, holding his hand out to give her head a gentle friendly pat, rubbing her ears and combing his well-manicured shepcoon nails through her long black hair, smooth and silky, just like her sister.
	"Would you care for a drink, little cutie?" Max asks her, holding his erect dog-cock up in front of her face, squeezing at his knot to ensure he stays rock-hard. His tail wags wildly behind his back, catching a slight whiff of Angel's natural pheromones and feeling a sudden urge to cum hands-free.
	"You know, I think I'd very much like to make you happy, just like how I made your sister happy earlier downstairs. Would you like that, sweetheart?" Max asks Angel. He places his thumb in Kayla's tailhole and straightens out the other finger-paws, cramming them between the folf-girl's vaginal flaps while nudging at her clit with his middle finger. Max feels like he'll explode and squirt a fine creamy white mess all over Angel's face and chest if her flirtatious advances continue forth.
	Kayla gasps and bites her lip at the feeling of being toyed with. 
	"Mhhhaa...." She blushes hard with a smile. Angel crawls closer and grabs for Maxwell's big dog-cock with her dainty hand-paw, pulling it directly into her little wide-open mouth. She sucks on the tip of his dick like a lollipop, softly licking in wide-reaching circles. Angel's mouth feels so soft and warm to Max, stimulating his senses. Eventually drool runs down Angel's chin.	
	"You're really talented at this, Angel! Mmmmnnffff!" Max leans down and buries his muzzle between Kayla's buttcheeks, lapping at her wet pussy and poking his snout against her tailhole in a teasing manner, keeping a hand-paw fastened against one of her glutes, spread wide. Max gives Kayla oral attention for a brief moment before pulling his head back and sitting upright, keeping his finger-paws busy with her juicy young folf-slit. Max's attention refocuses upon the vixen polishing his knotted dog-dick as he averts his gaze towards Angel, gorgeous petite vixen girl with bright blue eyes glancing up at his face inquisitively.
	"Hungry girls deserve only the finest treats... I read that in a magazine once. Maybe the latest issue of Playfur? No idea, for it matters not." Max says. He clenches hold of the back of Angel's head and pulls her closer, slowly grinding his dick into her luscious mouth. He feels her saliva leaking onto his fuzzy ballsack and hears a few muffled gagging moans from her throat as Max feeds Kayla's kid sister a mouthful of thick folf-girl-tainted erect dog-cock. Max feels the urge to go haywire and thrust hard into Angel's cum-guzzling mouth, face-fucking her with reckless abandon. If her mouth felt as incredible as this, Max could only imagine how exceptionally tight her pussy might feel. 
	He grows much harder, using his middle finger to molest Kayla's clitoris and his thumb-paw to prod into her cute little puckering butthole, lavishing in both their girlish grunts and pleasured squeaks. He was literally in cub-girl heaven and couldn't feel more sexually liberated.
	"Mmmmmm... Angel, how bad do you want my big shepcoon knot inside you? Please tell me you know what a knot is. Your sister must have taught you how that works by now, correct?" Angel doesn't reply, as per usual. She is sucking hard on Max's dick, rocking her head back and forth, deep-throating his knot without the need for him to even move. Kay squirts a couple times from fingering herself off, as she remains drooling on the bed. "Mhaaaa!" Angel closes her eyes and presses her snout against his crotch each time she sucks hard, hoping to milk him dry.
	Max sprays onto Angel's tongue, feeding her an ample amount of shepcoon cum, feeling his nuts sink into his groin, drained dry from the vixen girl's talented dick-sucking abilities. His grip on her long black hair tightens as Max's knot grows, feeling her lips poke against his firm meaty shaft. Maxwell gives Kayla's rump a delightful kiss and a healthy playful smack or two as he further caresses Angel's head, pinning his crotch against her face and savoring every forced suck and tongue lashing.
	"Kayla, your sister is a natural! I can certainly tell who helped teach her to be so... so...MMMNNFUCK!!" Max pants and grunts, feeling orgasms flooding in endless wavelengths through his body, numbing his mind with raw unhinged bliss, non-stop and purely unrelenting. Angel remained sat in place, gulping all of Max's jizz down with loud, naughty slurping sounds.
	"She loves doing that, yeah. Just get used to it, I already have." Kayla replied, still blushing and smiling at the treatment she is given by Max. Her folf-girl pussy is leaking profusely, making a little puddle between her legs. Angel pulls out and gasps for air after swallowing the last bit of shepcoon jizz. She's blushing happily while wiping her mouth clean with her forearm.
	Maxwell kneels down beside the edge of the bed, guiding his hand-paw from Kayla's bum down along her moistened thigh. He drags along her cum-drenched leg until reaching her foot-paw, rubbing Kayla's leathery-padded dog-soles, so soft and pleasing to the touch. Along the way, he reaches up with his other hand-paw to give Angel a soft kiss on her forehead and cheek, commending her for a very satisfying blowjob.
	"I think you've nearly drained me dry! I was afraid you'd choke and faint... but you handled yourself so well. Your sister trained you exceptionally. Kayla, your sister is adorable. True story. You really are sincerely cute. Fuck, I love you." Max says, staring into Angel's eyes, watching her blush with bashfulness in reaction to his words, even as he licks a small hint of cum clean from a corner of her lips.
	Max continues caressing Kayla's dog-girl foot as he gives Angel a passionate kiss, tasting his cum on her lips. He can only imagine how many friends of Kayla she had gone through, plenty of sucking and maybe even some fucking to be had. Max's dick grows stiff all over again at the very thought of sinking himself into Angel's tight vixen pussy, hearing her cute girlish noises while he pants heavily against her petite neck, whispering dirty talk into her ear as he sinks his knot deep inside her spread-legged hotness and feels her legs wrap tight around his waist, pinning him in place and refusing to let go. He's more than ready to try Angel in the same way he already had at it with Kayla herself. Max dips his massaging finger-paw into Kayla's vaginal juice puddle, allowing himself a slight taste of her spunk, wagging his tail in reaction. He moans aloud while savoring her sweaty vinegar-tangy estrus.
	"I guess there's only one way to find out if I'm as dry as I say I am. Would you care to try something a little more... acrobatic?" Max asks Angel with a small smirk upon his shepcoon cheek, bringing his massaging hand back to Kayla's ankle and heel in his firm masculine grip. He brushes a small lock of black hair free from Angel's brow, combing her hair behind her pierced white ear as he holds himself up while resting on his knees, more excited than ever.	
	Angel blushes really hard, content and peaceful as she always chooses to be. Kay enjoys Max's foot massage session. After he wraps up, Kayla lays on her back, using her toes to softly press against his cock-tip. Her tail jerks and twitches from beneath her bum.
	"Hmmm, you really are horny for such a little girl. So lewd!" she laughs. Angel blushes heavily, planting a gentle kiss upon Max's shepcoon lips. Her mouth feels so small and warm! Maxwell's heart rejoices as he licks at the roof of her mouth, wallowing in her delectable taste.
	Angel grabs his hard cock and strokes it softly as they make out. After Max's suggestion, Angel crawls beside her sister, laying down next to Kayla, hugging her while looking at him.
	Two sweet young little vixens, laying naked right in front of him, all for his pleasure and enjoyment. Nude and perplexed by his unbelievable streak of very good luck, Max glances upon Kayla and Angel, both laying down on their shared bed, legs spread while winking at Maxwell with luscious orgasmic promises to be kept. A crooked little grin forms upon Angel's lips while Kayla smiles wide and whimsical, ivory white teeth reinforcing her sheer uninhibited youthful beauty and grace. Max refused to let the reoccurring visions distract him from vast pleasures.
	"See something funny, Maxie?" Kay asked him, tail zig-zagging upon soft bedsheets. Angel keeps her wrist glued to her mouth, even as she's lying steady, looking deliciously inviting right along her older sister. Max shakes his head and focuses his attention on them both. Angel and Kayla Kitsune.
	
	"No funnier than what I plan to do to both you and your sister. You girls ready for more?" Kayla and Angel nod, reaching down to spread their vaginas apart, exposing tiny pink vulvas to Max, winking softly and filmy with cum and saliva. Both girls nibble on their lower lips while Kayla beckons Maxwell to her side. Max accepts her invitation with lust in his heart and a wanton craving for way more folf-girl sex.
	"I guess the Kitsune effect really has taken a hold on me, as lewd as it may be to anyone else... you both look truly adorable. So fucking arousing. I'm the luckiest shepcoon alive right now! Fuck, I need to attend the neon city more often, I love it here!"

END OF PART 1