WHEN TWILIGHT DESCENDED UPON THE PLAY-FORT
A wicked-sexy short story for Pink
Written by GratitudeAdvocate (aka Maxwell H.B.)

	"Seriously though! Like, like... ok, like so just how many ways can a writer describe sex, like for real?"

	"You'd be fuckin' surprised, love. Y'know that?" Pink said to Sam, cotton-candy-hued collie eyes staring at her resplendent raccoon beauty, reflecting in her whimsical charm. Sam snickered while thumbing through the latest issue of Hustler magazine, actively mocking all the models.

	"Fucking look at this, holy shit! Dude, 'Pork the Pussy'? 'Bang the Beaver', 'Nut the Nanny' - oh shit, these are too fuuuucking funny! So lame, like for real!" Sam said, cackling aloud while kicking her legs up into the air, footpaws nearly tapping the ceiling of the play-fort structure in which she now resided, laying down next to Pink. For as long as she could recall, Sam found human models in pornography to be quite hilarious, all strutting big boobs and perfectly-manicured pubes, majestic sellouts apt to whore their bodies for The Man. Rather worthless, in her eyes. All showcasing and no substance.

	"Humans have such a weird sense of humor, fuck." Pink exclaimed. He finished packing his pipe after stifling a sneeze. Sam scoffed and giggle-snorted in response.
	
	"You said it, Pinky." Sam said, wagging her ringed raccoon tail with outlandish excitement.

	"P-pinky? What the fu-"

	"For real though, look! What a bunch of sleazebags, to be paid in, like, dividends for flashing their precious junk to, like, millions of desperate horny men with, like, sooo many dirty ideas in mind. Know what that is, dude? Fuckin' prostitution, mate. TOTAL SLUTTINESS." Sam said, teeth visibly gritting. She rolled the magazine into a tube and bonked Pink lightly upon his canine head to get his attention. Pink's eyes darted up from his pipe to her green eyes, sparkling with jaded luminosity. 

	"Yup, absolute gutter-trash. Too true for sure."

	"Like, literally all of these women, or at least ninety-five percent of 'em, like roughly ninety-five, had to fuck some big-shot producer or fancy-pants photographer in order to get placed in these pages. Like, that's kinda fucked, bro."

	Pink cleared his throat, nodding in agreement. "For sure."

	"Like, you get my drift, though. Right, Pinkerton?"

	"Clear as crystal, y'know." Pink replied, brushing his ivory-white hair back between his floppy dog-ears with an outstretched hand-paw, tucking his locks away to prevent any combustible mishaps like the last time he and Sam got high. He gave Sam a funny glance. "I wonder if you'd do that sort of thing... if in a pinch and requiring fast money, I mean. Y'know, figuratively speaking, just saying."

	Sam's cheeks turned bright red and her demeanor grew flustered at once. Suddenly her finger-paws didn't want to grip as well as they probably should have.

	"AWW, like hell! They'd have to pay me really well first and even then, I'd tell 'em to go shove their fancy magazine right up their fuck-hole." 
	
	Sam stuck her middle finger-paw through a circle formed with her thumb and index finger-paws while imitating fart sounds, ringed raccoon tail jerking melodically. Pink chuckled a little as Samantha laughed hysterically at herself. Sam reclaimed her senses and slammed the magazine onto her green hoodie jacket, laid down on the floor of the play-fort to prevent unsightly splinters or uncomfortable chillaxing. She smacked a hand-paw down on the head of the first spread-legged model she saw, knelt over the magazine as if in prayer and snarled as she talked.

	"This is ludicrous, man! They're oversexualizing these poor bitches every day! Yet guys seem to have like no problem at all with it, they just keep slapping away at their junk over it like all the time." Sam said, gesturing penile masturbation upon herself and causing Pink to laugh aloud at how positively ignorant she looked while pretending to jerk off an invisible dick. "ALL THE TIME, DUDE!!"

	Pink shrugged and shook his head, uncertain as to how or why guys would want to whack themselves off so damn frequently to less-than-stellar curvaceous middle-aged hotwives with plenty of plastic surgery to spare. Sam scoffed and whistled. "Dude, like, it is such a weird fucking concept, purchasing porn. Like, why the fuck not just make your own, for fuck's sake? Like, what's holding these guys back from making their own, like, photo shoots or recording their own naughty videos to beat off to later in the privacy of their own homes or cars or whatever? Like, for real? They can't handle making their own kinky shit?!"

	"Humans." Pink said in response, pointing to the model displayed upon the opened magazine page, practically mocking Pink and Sam both with a studious glare of egocentric greed. 

	"Right, like I didn't know that already, dear sweet Pink-Kun." Sam said with a sarcastic tone in her cadence, a true deadpan delivery.

	"Sexy humans, nevertheless. Real lookers. Not that I'm personally into any of 'em." Pink said, brushing a strand of indigo hair from Sam's raccoon brow with tender care. Sam grabbed his hand and kissed his palm, followed by a quick lick and a snicker, bedroom eyes glaring and ever-apparent. Her heart began to race yet she paid no mind to the rushing fleeting sensations brewing from within.

	Pink snickered, hugging Sam close, cradling her head against his chest while hugging her warm snug raccoon-girl body. Sam murr-chirred aloud, graciously invested into her loving boyfriend's intimacy. 

	"Bunch of bimbos, if you ask me. Besides, Samantha. I'm only into one type of girl." Pink said with soft, methodical care, regarding her with sublime desire and gracious divinity, the perfect raccoon girlfriend he could've ever asked for. "None of those fucking humans could ever hold a torch to you. Not one of 'em."

	"Aww, such a sweet puppers! You are quite a fuckin' romantic when the need arises, you know that?"

	"What can I say? Fucking humans."

	"Fucking humans, man." Sam replied, shaking her head. 

	Sam and Pink both paused in a moment of shared silence and exchanged a subversive glance just before bursting out into raspberry-blowing cackling laughter, smacking the interior walls of the play fort in which they resided, sounding like a pack of wild hyenas high on edibles. 

	Pink wiped a tear of gut-busting hilarity free from his fuzzy cheek as Sam picked up the magazine and flung it against a dome-shaped spherical window, faded and dusty from years of elemental exposure. 

	"Like, who am I to talk, anyways? It's not like I don't have some luscious hot shit saved up for a rainy day." Sam said, reaching down to remove her cellphone from her pocket, waving it in her hand-paw. Pink grinned and curled his brow with naughty comprehension, for he understood how important her cellphone was to his girlfriend. 

	~

	Sam considered her hefty collection of recorded sexual occurrences, archived and saved into designated folders upon her cellphone, safely hidden from any prying eyes. There was more than enough pornographic material for her to indulge in, yet she was willing and welcome to capture even more. Perhaps she wasn't very much different from the typical average non-fur? It always made her chuckle to see what got humans off, though. The Hustler magazine Pink had found unattended near a dumpster most likely slated for destruction featured a special pull-out article about some random famous vixen bimbo making a splash with a million-dollar wedding and a striptease for good measure.

	"There's probably about a million and one ways to describe what we're about to do to each other." Pink replied, finishing up packing duties, crumbled-down cluster of flowered indica buds nestled snug in his pipe's bowl-chamber. "And not one of them would be safe to scream out loud in a church on Sunday. You want first hit or shall I fire us off?" 

	He rubbed his finger-paws together, creating a tiny cannabinoid ball which he flicked at Sam with total nonchalance. She flinched and gave Pink the finger with a brief snarl as she resumed scrolling through the Hustler, ignoring his snickering and reading articles about effective methods of reaching a woman's G-spot and the five best methods of grilling a sirloin steak, both articles listed on the same page.
	
	"Gah, gross! Fuck yourself, dickweed! Eat your stupid tar-ball next time, sicko. You get first light this time, cuz like didn't I kick us off last time? Like, I'm surprised you don't remember, goober."

	"You don't recall either." Pink said, sneering slightly while maintaining his playful sensibilities.

	"That's beside the fuckin' point, Pinky!" Sam exclaimed. She took a huffing breath and combed her hair back from her face with her finger-paws, dragging a streak of purple bangs through robust brown locks. 

	"Okay, like fucking okay, but for real, look. These fuckin' morons will say just about like damn-near anything to get a rise. It's like a total joke."

	"I don't doubt it! Humans are perverted weirdos. You ever seen that rule thirty-four shit they post online? Terrifying." Pink shivered at the thought and rejected the idea entirely.

	"Okay. Dude, listen: 'Plugging my USB stick into your digital input socket', or 'buggering a badger bulge', whatever the actual fuck that means. This shit is like totally zonkers, I tell ya! Absolute Meshugener! Humans are like such fucking maniacs! And they still allow anthros to grace their fancy magazine pages, despite the fact they're so rude to us all the damn time in society? Like, if that isn't a double-standard, then I don't know what the fuck is. That's so, like, unfair."

	"Did you expect anything less from the likes of their kind? Fuckin' hypocrites. It figures, I guess." Pink said, shrugging his shoulders.

	Sam flipped through the Hustler's pages some more, scowling at the pretty ladies dressed in scantily-clad lingerie as Pink flicked a Bic lighter he'd unveiled from his denim jeans, touching the flame to the end of his glass pipe-piece. 

	Sam gazed from one corner of her eye at Pink, concentrating on him instead of the slutty models as he inhaled a deep hit, sustaining the intake. He immediately felt sweet savory smoke intrude into his lungs, sending shockwaves into his brain and rickety spasms coursing through his chest, hitched breaths threatening him with an untimely sneeze or several. 

	Upon releasing Pink's thumb-tip from the pipe, the chamber housed a tiny clump of ash and glowing orange embers with smoke wisps trailing upward in spiral trails, filling the playpen interior with a pungent aroma of burnt cannabis. Pink held the smoke in deep for a moment, struggling slightly against the absolute raw potency of all the sweet tetrahydrocannabinols he'd inhaled that were now migrating into his lungs. Sam stared with great intrigue as Pink released the smoke through his nostrils and endured a healthy coughing spasm that went on what seemed like forever. She laughed and held her hand-paws against her belly, nearly crying with hilarity.

	"WEEEEAK!!! FUCKIN' PUSSY!!! Like I know I could take a better hit than that with your dick up my ass! Like, for real!" Sam said, green eyes alit with pure jubilance.

	Pink shuttered even more in response to Sam's delightfully promising statement, nearly collapsing over onto his side, smacking down against the cedar-planked floor of the play fort's interior.
	
	"That's right, big boy - let it out, just like that. Woah, you always look so fucking hot when you take a big-ass hit like that. It makes my pussy sooooooo wet to see you cough so fucking hard, y'know." Sam said, reaching down to rub at her crotch in a teasing fashion.

	Pink managed to catch enough air to speak without dry-heaving. "I'll give you a different kind of big-ass hit to take in a moment if you don't behave yourself. Jeez." Pink said, rubbing at his crotch with a bashful glow apparent upon his cheeks. Sam loved the sight of him blushing, it meant that she was saying all the right things, double points for the incessant groin-fondling.

	"Oh boy! Says the doofus who gets likes to high in a big-ass playpen, like at our own freaking school? Dude, what happened to hot-boxing in your room anyways? What, you didn't wanna get, like, cum-stains all over your nice new bedsheets? You know you could always aim for, like, my chest, or my butt, in my mouth, pretty much anywhere you'd like on me. Unless like you might prefer this dumb bitch instead, right here." 

	Sam held up the Hustler mag, opened to expose a voluptuous vixen model with turquoise-blue eyes and curly blonde hair, spreading her puffy vagina with her pink-nailed finger-paw tips and caressing her fuzzy thigh as she maintained her spread-legged posture, toe-paws curled outward, resting elegantly upon a white sandy beach near the Caribbean.

	Pink gave into a sudden impulse and slapped the magazine away from Sam's grip, causing it to fall through a crack in the fort's floorboard. Sam slapped down hard to grab at the magazine's spine, hoping to catch it but just missing by a hair-line fraction. She slammed her fist down in frustration and adrenaline, ignoring a dull pain in her palm, sound of wood being smacked hard echoing out from the within the play fort like a gunshot, causing Pink to flinch.

	"Ah! NOOOO!! Damn, we lost it! Quick, we gotta retrieve it!!" Sam shrieked, excited and laughing aloud. 

	Sam desperately wanted to crawl out from the playpen to collect the Hustler. Instead, Pink grabbed hold of the overexcited raccoon and hugged her close, for he'd seen a small shadowy figure approaching the fort from outside. He hoped not to be confronted by nosy pondering adults with a bone to pick or teachers with no tolerance of students unwinding with drugs upon schoolyard property, smoking quality grass that may or may not be entirely unwarranted. He hoped not to get in any trouble for finding and collecting the Hustler as well. His paranoia began to run amok as a million and one distinct worst-case scenarios played out in his head. He felt like Doctor fucking Strange, mapping out every possible outcome of the fate of not just Thanos, but of Pink and Sam as well.

	"We aren't moving anywhere, get it? There's somebody coming, I'm not taking any chances for no one. Not today. Fuck that." Pink huffed, maintaining intense silence. Sam just scoffed and curled her lip, elbowing Pink in his ribs slightly.

	"The hell you talkin' bout, Willis?? Like, you must be really fucking high to be this paranoid all of a sudden. You're so fucking cute when you're this high. Like, so much." 

	Sam squeezed at Pink's groin, groping a bulge in his pants with casual ease. "Anyways, dude! Fuck, there's like, a million ways to describe sex! Haven't you ever noticed? 'Plunge the plunger into the pulsating-' uh, gross." 

	Sam's face scrunched up in a litany of disgust in response to her words as she shook her head dismissively. 

	"Nah, can't get too technical, otherwise it's just fucking gross and not very sexy at all. Ooh I know! How about 'Screw the pooch', only I'm not a pooch, am I?" Sam asked Pink, wagging the tip of her thin striped raccoon tail in front of his muzzle, naughty grin curled upon her lips. "Woof Woof, you sexy fucker."

	Pink inhaled deep and let loose a sigh, keeping his eyes closed as he rolled them in his sockets. He only had so much patience. Pink began to feel an erection growing from below, warmth cascading in strident bouts from Sam's electric jolting presence. She pressed her raccoon butt against Pink's groin and a firm pressure swelled up, causing him to gasp aloud. Sam chuckled low, almost teasingly.

	"Is that a ganja pipe in your pocket or are you really that fucking happy to have my ass grinding up against your rock-hard stiffy while lying on your side in a fucking playpen, ya stoner-faced weirdo?" Sam asked Pink, tongue pressed down upon her lower lip in a kawaii-desu glance. Pink had to fight the urge to rape her silly right then and there.

	"Shhhh! My God, didn't you hear a damn word I said earlier? Someone is right outside, they're walking over here right now! For all we know, they're probably right underne-"

	"Oy vey, I care not! Besides, like who fucking comes to a playground like THIS?!" Sam raised her arms up in a dramatic fashion, recognizing the fort in which they now lay side by side, Pink's knotted collie-boy erection nestled snug between Sam's denim-clad bountiful raccoon girl butt-cheeks, shrouded by layers of denim fabrics and cotton undergarments - for Pink, anyways. Sam purposefully forgot her panties at home. As such, any slight movement Sam made, even the faintest squirm, caused Pink to grow increasingly aroused. 
	
	"And most especially at THIS time of fucking near-night?! Only someone TRULY fucking determined to read Hustler magazine while smoking weed and discussing the many mundane methods of fuckery, amirite, party boy?! Like, what a fiasco!" Sam said, pointing to the sky to help reinforce her words while reaching up with another hand-paw to scratch the top of Pink's head with the tips of her dainty raccoon finger-paws, chuckling aloud. She always loved toying with him whenever and however she could manage.

	Growling with impatience, Pink rammed his muzzle against Sam's mouth at an angle, so as not to clash teeth too painfully. His tongue intruded upon hers and suddenly the play-fort went dead-silent, only the sound of sucking and soft moaning could be heard. She yanked her head back for a quick breath, small trail of saliva snared and hung between their lips, as Pink reached down to unzip and unbutton his jeans. Sam's eyes conveyed a sultry desire that served as a genuine indicator of insatiable fuck-me-hard-bitch pleasure as she gazed with a primal hunger at Pink, undressing himself with great haste. She twirled her body around and faced him directly, nearly slamming her knee down on his marijuana pipe. She reached for it and placed it in his jean pocket for safekeeping but not before taking one quick hit from his pre-packed cluster, which she did so in a hurry. She held it in for just a few seconds before coughing lightly, holding her hand-paw pressed against her nose and mouth, moving actively. 

	"You complete moron. Why do I still love you so much?" Pink said. Sam lunged forward and made contact with Pink's lips. She exhaled her smoke into his mouth as he inhaled her lingering aromatic ganja fumes. It made them both feel strangely aroused to engage in a marijuana-bound snowballing. Far more intimate than a simple kiss. When she was done, she broke contact and watched as he slowly exhaled her smoke through his nostrils.

	"Here, stash this fucking pipe somewhere for safe keeping. Wouldn't wanna see that shit get broken - like it's bad enough that we lost our good porno, dude. I'd really like fucking hate for us to like lose our like ability to like get like fucking REALLY HIIIIIIGH as like FUCKING FUUUUUUUCK!!!" Sam exclaimed aloud, waving her arms like a pterodactyl attempting to fly away. She cawed aloud, wrestling through insane giggle-fits, imitating a crow while nearly going mental with hysterics. She couldn't stay quiet to save her soul. Whatever sort of strain Pink had packed into the pipe had immediately taken hold of Sam's sobriety. Pink's heart nearly skipped a beat as he flinched at Sam's aggregate overly-loud obnoxious delivery. Sam laughed in response to his reaction, cupping her mouth with her finger-paws.

	"Whoops! Too loud?" Sam asked, ringed tail wagging and eyes brimming with undeniable romance felt for her collie-boy lover. Pink just huffed in response, slapping his forehead with the palm of his paw-padded canine hand, wondering if there wasn't a group already formed outside, standing in a semi-circle, listening in on Sam and Pink's nonsensical loitering. He wouldn't be far too surprised if there were.

	~

	The playground at Da Silva School was Lynn Dawson's absolute favorite humble abode to go to whenever things got too difficult for her to process at her own home which happened often at an unfair rate. She treated the playpen as her mortal sanctuary, her hub of tranquility. Nowhere else she knew comforted her as much as the playpen did. She would go to it and take a moment or two to reflect upon memories of many years past before she and her parents left Chicago for good. She couldn't imagine living anywhere else. Nobody ever warned her of how difficult it could be to relocate to an entirely new home, but here she was, about to find out for herself.

	"I hope I can find friends when we get to Oregon or California or wherever it is daddy and mommy want to go." Lynn said entirely to herself. She felt her lower lip quivering and she fought hard to quell off emotions, threatening bitter tears of moving resentment. Lynn removed her wide-rimmed glasses to rub her eye sockets dry with her fuzzy raccoon girl's wrist, replacing the spectacles back upon the bridge of her stout petite nose. She adjusted her ponytail, holding her shoulder-length hair in place and cleared her throat, allowing her stance to straighten out - just like how she was shown at bible school every Sunday. Knees bent back, butt stuck out, head held high and back stretched out as straight as a fencepost.

	As she traveled along a decrepit rural sidewalk near the outskirts of Chicago, Lynn Dawson saw her favorite playground, closed off and barricaded with chicken-wire fencing. It seemed abandoned, which she was already happy about. The playground was one of very few co-op schools in operation, welcome to both anthro and human students alike, no segregation laws intact to be seen for miles. A large part of the reason why Lynn didn't look forward to moving to the West coast - much less anthro-friendly schools to attend, a strong lack of tolerance and very little to no respect for younger anthros like herself. Lynn knew she'd be on her own, surrounded by judgmental humans, all looking to identify her worst faults and expose her most primitive weaknesses. If she discovered a friend or two along the way, that would be more than enough.

	"If I just play for a little bit, maybe I can stop feeling so sad about having to move away." Lynn said. She smiled and nodded in affirmation, ringed tail jerking and wagging with excitement. Her bright indigo eyes were magnified through her glasses slightly, which allowed for her youthful freckle-faced masked-bandito exuberance to shine through with attraction and grace. She ran along a bed of gravel towards sand pits and flat lush green grassy knolls, curly hair swaying behind her head, boasting a shimmering hue of dark burgundy that glowed a rich deep vermillion in the setting sunlight. Her slender petite body had just begun to develop and she had expressed incredulous sensations of maturity and a weird puberty-stricken evolution, planting a seed of unease and awkwardness into her slender athletic groove.

	Lynn Dawson craved private-time at an alarming rate.

	The discovery of her body's ability to produce such raw splendid pleasure made Lynn Dawson's raccoon heart rejoice. She couldn't understand or explain how or why but she knew that whenever she touched herself in just the right spot, a wave of complete relief flowed over her entire body, like being sent naked through a huge chamber of fire and ice, fully exposed and vulnerable. She wasn't aware of what the feeling was but she only knew that she craved it, often finding herself resorting to very private methods of self-perversion to feed her developmental urges, her young awakening sexual needs. She had recently snuck into her mother's sock drawer to peruse the procyonid woman's smutty magazine collection, a discovery Lynn made purely by accident while looking for her glasses one day fresh out of a shower. Ever since then, even at a young questionable age, the sight of a penis had always made Lynn's knees quiver and her stance weak. She could barely glimpse at her own father without feeling weird lewd urges resonate from deep within.

	Maybe moving to a new state was a blessing in disguise, after all. 

	As she ran at top speed towards her favorite playground structure, a familiar sight froze Lynn in place abruptly. Lynn was incapable of moving, staring down at what she could only describe as a gentleman's publication. Nothing like her mother's magazine collection. The pages were opened to a very nude vixen woman baring her entire self in a very graphic fashion. Lynn had seen her parents naked before, sneaking a peek at them during late-night intercourse romps and touching herself in reaction to what she had witnessed, but even they were nowhere near as curvaceous or bedazzling as the vixen pictured before her. Lynn felt a strange urge to touch herself more than ever while looking at the vixen woman, maybe pretend that she was Lynn's mother instead of her own mom who always reeked of cigarette smoke and never played with the poor young procyonid girl enough.

	Thoughts of feverish bliss surfaced in Lynn's raccoon girl mind. She stood crookedly in place witnessing herself nibbling on the very breast of the vixen she stared at, tasting a wet film of seawater over the canine's perky boob, fondling her weird little button-thing between her kitty-lips, moaning low with a husky cadence. Lynn's mom called the button-thing a clitoris once but the skinny little raccoon girl could barely recall. 

	With the magazine open, Lynn rubbed at her moist sensitive labia flaps, feeling a tingling reaction in her own procyonid groin. She fantasized about the vixen woman, her new mommy, crying out with raw unhinged bliss, begging for her daughter to lick her out deeper than the last time. Lynn nearly squirted into her panties from the intense orgasmic sensations that crept upon her without warning.

	She wanted to be out of public view, so she crouched down beneath the playpen and hid beneath the large gazebo-shaped structure, knelt down in sand and dried clumps of grass, out of sight from anyone who happened to be passing by outside the fence. Lynn yanked down her jeans, feeling a dampened moisture upon her panties. It was sticky and warm, almost viscous. Slippery, like yogurt or hand soap. She was intrigued and horrified by what her body was doing, she'd never reacted so strongly before to anything else. Lynn trembled and shivered as a void cleared itself out in her head. She never wanted such a fleeting sensation to stop. 

	Lynn licked her finger-paws clean of any excess dirt and sand granules before shoving her long-nailed digits first-knuckle-deep into her throbbing wet raccoon girl's vagina, biting down firmly on her finger-paw to stifle a scream. She had drawn a tiny bit of blood from the pressure of her biting but never even noticed, for she was far too invested in the vixen woman who lay sprawled wide before her, Hustler pages opened and revealed in full.

	Lynn let in more amazing perverted thoughts of carnal pleasure as she fondled at her sensitive sex. Kinky fantasies swirled through her head as she rubbed at her groin, pinching her nipple and feeling nearly hypnotized by the smutty magazine she had accidentally discovered under her favorite schoolyard play-fort. She had no clue where it came from but cared not for she now had it in her possession. Lynn winced and huffed as she felt a strange rushing sensation begin to form directly at the tip of her mons, building an incredible friction from within her vulva that threatened to explode in a gushing torrent of youthful estrus, soaking her clothing and weakening the girl into a sopping wet formidable daze.

	She heard a clear sound of jeans unzipping from above and stopped immediately, middle finger-paw frozen in her clenched-shut vagina down to the second knuckle. She trembled, trying not to move her pussy-embedded finger-paw, for fear that she'd shriek aloud in pure ecstasy and alarm whoever decided to camp out in her favorite play-fort.

	"I need to stay quiet, maybe they won't see me and leave soon..." Lynn whispered as she slowly removed her finger-paw from the clenching firm slippery grip of her raccoon girl pussy, nibbling at her lower lip to keep quiet. After she removed it, she licked her cum-drenched finger-paw clean and nearly fell head-over-heels in love with herself and her distinctive vaginal taste.

	~

	A rustling of clothing ensued as Pink's shirt slid off, triangular prism reflecting one of his very favorite Pink Floyd tribute concerts he'd ever attended, perhaps even better than the Roger Waters concert he'd seen just a few years prior. His brain squirmed with rampant ecstasy, or maybe the ganja taking hold of his senses - the feeling was remarkable and he wished for it to last and last. Coupled with the stifling air of a long summer day laid gently down to rest, the sweltering lust in the air between collie and raccoon simply couldn't be avoided for long.

	"Jeez, buy a lady a drink first, ya kinky fuck. For real, I think y-"

	Pink groped the back of Sam's head and pressed his muzzle firmly against her mouth, locking their lips together and wrestling tongues in a swathing fury of saliva and moisture. Pink could feel Sam's fingertips press against his chest as he struggled to yank his jeans free, tucking them down around his knees as far as he could afford to remove them comfortably in such a tight constricted space. His penis bulged at the base, the dog-knot making a fond appearance. He reached low to stroke himself off, watching the raccoon beauty laid down before him, beckoning to his very strength of will and unyielding desire.

	Sam lay back on her dark green hoodie jacket in the play-fort, keeping her legs spread and her small revealing low-cut black denim shorts teasing Pink with a glimpse of her panty line. She wore a pitch-black low-cut tank-top with a white zombie panda logo embossed in orange upon its front side, adorning her small breasts and revealing her furry midriff. Sam rubbed at herself, twirling her cute footpaws in the air in circular motions, entrancing Pink with her toe-beans.

	"You really wanna do this here?" Pink asked, nearly hypnotized.

	"Y-yes... like, duh." Sam whispered, timid and bashful, curling her finger against her chin. The sight warmed Pink's blessed collie heart immediately. Sam snickered. "Besides, you've got me stripped down this much, like so you'd better go all the way, Pinky." Sam said, flicking a lock of purple-dyed bangs free from her forehead. 

	"My name's not Pinky." Pink said, hand-paws touching down upon Sam's thighs. He began to rub and massage her gently, plotting a course towards the space between her inner-thighs, or so she'd thought. Pink instead pivoted forward and hoisted his body over hers, knelt down directly above her.

	"Uh, so before we go any further, did you wanna, y'know... film it? Like for future reference and shit?" Pink asked Sam with a funny smirk graced upon his muzzle. Sam's blush couldn't simmer any hotter upon her fuzzy raccoon-tufted cheeks as she nodded, cheeks raised to reveal a grin of feverish delight. How considerate of him to remind her! 
	
	"Fuckin'A! You know me so well, Pinky." Sam said in the cutest fashion she could manage. Pink groaned aloud and his insistence made her wet with anticipation, feeling such complete affection for him, despite her teasing advances.
	
	"Aaah, c'mon, you're killin' me, smalls! I fuckin' hate that nickname!" Pink pouted aloud. Sam giggled and caressed his scruffy Border collie cheek with her slim petite raccoon girl's hand-paw in soft, tender rubs. His body was a canopy, safe-guarding her from any harm or threats of dissatisfaction.

	"I know, that's why you have such a cute reaction when I say it. Don't lie, you and I both know you love it. Pinky. Pinky, my dear sweet sexy Pinky!"

	Pink growled and hoisted himself up to position his dripping pre-musky erection in front of Sam's whiskered snout, silently demanding that she begin fellatio on him. She just curled her brow and glanced up at him like a girl with a stalwart agenda up her sleeve, so mischievous, so kinky.

	"You aren't gonna say 'please' first, Casanova? Like, for real? Goodness, I guess this really is the only way for a girl like mwa to get a dri-"

	Pink clenched his hand-paws upon Sam's head and thrust his penis forward against her cheek. Sam grunted and whistled, clicking her tongue. Pink's canine eyes stared down at her, red-rimmed and jaundiced with hazy ganja yellow. Sam licked her lips and breathed hot air against the tip of his cock, teasing him a bit before fully wrapping her lips around the length of his shaft and bobbing her head down into his crotch, feeling awkwardly nervous about getting discovered by someone from outside. Sam wrestled away paranoid notions and maintained her steady licking-to-sucking pattern, dampening Pink's stiffened dick. 

	"Oh! Fuck. That's it, I can't last for long if you lick me like that..." Pink whispered, hunching his shoulders and focusing his entire realm of attention upon the seductive visually captivating raccoon girl, sucking on his penis with gracious desire. Pink's tail wagged with avid excitement. Sam could feel the pulse of Pink's heartbeat echoing through his dick and it turned her on as she increased her sucking speed, testing her gag reflex with each full-on insertion of his shaft deep into her throat. She felt as if her tonsils were being raped by his dog-dick yet she loved every second, struggling to maintain a good angle with her cellphone held up, set to selfie-record mode. She tried to keep her face intact, watching carefully to ensure she included his stiff pink bulbous dog-knot in-frame as well. She had learned how to manage the proper angle after one flawed attempt too many at capturing the moment. In her defense, it was difficult to record oneself with a dog's dick rammed knot-deep into one's snare-tight heat-inoculated pussy.

	They made direct eye contact during most of Sam's blowjob, even as she caressed Pink's balls in her soft-pawed grip, tugging them gently for sustained additional foreplay. The sensation of her modest touch coupled with the warm wet enveloping caress of her mouth and throat caused Pink's heart to race and his groin to tingle with entropy of an orgasmic calling. He fucked her face, clenching her head tight in his grip while ramming great pelvic thrusts in succession, feeling his tip scraping against the ribbed roof of her inner-maw. Sam reached down to masturbate herself with her hand-paw tucked away inside her jean-shorts, finger-paws slipping into her filmy cum-slicked cunt-flesh. She pinched at her clitoris and finger-violated the fuck out of her vulva as Sam deep-throated Pink's knotted dick nearly to the hilt, balls-deep and all, hoping to drink a hefty load of his ejaculate, preferably in more than a few prolonged cum-shots. She twirled her thumb and index finger-paw in a sustained figure-eight firmly against her dripping wet heavily-aroused pussy, curling her toe-paws in and stretching them out in reaction to the incredible lingering bouts of pleasure that coursed through her entire being.

	~

	Lynn Dawson masturbated herself silly as she listened to two of Da Silva's finest engaged in private fellatio in her favorite playground hide-away. She hoped they wouldn't stop pleasuring one another for a moment, not even if someone got gunned down nearby. Lynn wanted to hear them scream and moan and call each other naughty names, if only she knew of their true nature. She desired that treatment from another, yet knew not how to approach a boy her age to ask about it. Most of the younger boys she knew either didn't understand what sex meant or were too dumb to figure it out for themselves, much to Lynn's bemusement. Until she could find the perfect soul-mate, spying in on lewd activities might just suffice.

	~

	Pink's expression shifted in numerous ways: eyes rolling back into his sockets, tongue dangling freely from the side of his mouth, lower lip bit down firmly in place, teeth bared in a wincing strain of raw pleasure, but Sam's favorite expression he made was when he bore his entire heart and soul unto the raccoon girl, piercing her gaze with his own dashing handsome intrigue, small half-lilt smile curled upon his cheek, eyes slightly droopy but open just enough to see every single nuance of Samantha Rose Addams, exposed and completely entrancing. Sam made sure to record every moment of his loving gazes, aiming her cellphone carefully at herself, then her tongue, back at his dick, his face, chest, dick, tongue, smile and a wink, licking his balls for good measure and then back to sucking all over again - she made sure to capture a very ambitious webcam-stylized recording of her entire fellatio run-in. Sam smudged the lens with a drop of Pink's collie semen from when he reached orgasm in her throat, warm bristly raccoon tongue swirling around his knot, throat clenching shut tight around his cock-tip, practically milking him of his pent-up sperm supply, draining his collie-boy nuts dry while massaging his sphincter muscles, offering Pink a full-blown package.

	A small wincing shriek interrupted Sam's blowjob, causing Pink to kneel down and cover up Sam's mouth in his firm grip. She swallowed his cum as they remain silent, reaching down low to grope at his crotch.

	~

	"OH NO! They heard me..." Lynn whispered to herself. She closed her eyes, hoping to stay dead-silent. A brief moment passed and she heard a soft feminine moan echo out from within the fort's confines. Lynn resumed her masturbation, licking at her finger-paw as she embraced the nuances of her finger-paw deep within her vaginal recesses, prodding at her tender sensitive nether-regions. 

	~

	Pink huffed quietly as Sam's sucking speed increased. He had slammed his cock back into her mouth when his paranoia had subsided at last. No doubt, whoever may have been approaching was long-gone by now, leaving Sam and Pink alone to themselves... but Sam had other ideas in mind.

	Pink was on the verge of exploding with orgasm in his raccoon girlfriend's mouth when Sam inadvertently denied him, chuckling with a sultry bit of teasing as she lay down quickly on her back instead, removing her skinny midriff-exposed shirt in a rush. She pried it free from her shoulders and swung the cotton fabric in a circular arch before tossing her shirt onto Pink's head. He yanked it down around his neck and wore it like a scarf, catching a very faint hint of her musky pheromones and savoring the rich sweet aroma. His eyes averted to the raccoon girl lay down spread wide before his very eyes, prying and feverish with lust.

	"Come down here and fuck me hard, Pinky. I'll see about, like, I dunno, letting you cum in me, if you're a good doggy, like for real." Sam whispered, licking her lips with raw passion and massaging her breasts, grinning deviously and causing Pink's entire inner-verse to flip and flop with complete arousal. Sam gazed up at her boyfriend and his slender body, his scruffy fur coat and his fetching dog-boy smile. She felt so weak in her knees, for she craved Pink in so many ways, heart racing and chest fluttering as Pink crouched down in front of Sam and kissed her neck, whiskers tickling against her nape. He gently licked at her earlobe and breathed against her neck with a gasp of warm air. Sam moaned and Pink lowered his head, dragging his tongue along her cleavage until he reached one of her breasts. He sucked and licked at her areola and Sam recorded his cute face, getting a close-up of his tongue brushing against her firm erect nipple, grey-hued and perky. He blushed incredibly hard, watching the lens zoom in and out on his finer features. He'd grown used to it by then, even if it still made him feel a slight bit uneasy during the first few recording sessions. By the time he figured Sam's methods of pleasure out, he was already quite content with letting the cellphone spectate his raccoon girl boob-sucking capacities.

	"You smell so fucking good." Pink said ever-so-softly with his cheek pressed against her belly, combing his hand-paws down Sam's hips, dragging his chin past her navel and prodding his tongue against her denim jeans, dampening her crotch as he inhaled deep through his nostrils, absorbing Sam's aroused scents of feminine discharge. He wanted - no, craved the beautiful young raccoon girl before his very eyes.

	"I taste even better, Pinky. Like, for sure."

	"Mm, too true." Pink said, savoring Sam's adorable feisty demeanor. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and got busy licking and nibbling, much to Sam's absolute desire. She reached down to unzip her jean shorts and pull them off, exposing a pair of striped black-and-white panties, completely soaked through with dewy moisture. Pink rammed his tongue against the surface of her dampened panties and slathered with raw hunger against her crotch, riding through her trembling and shivers of orgasmic bliss. Pink's arms caressed Sam's legs and knees as she pulled her panties aside, granting Pink immediate internal access. Pink lapped deeper into her clenching vagina, nose pressing firm against her clitoris as Pink got busy tasting her spongy wet sex. Her raccoon-girl clit retracted into a pulpy sensitive hood. Pink spat on her exposed pussy and opened his mouth wide, making direct contact and sliding his tongue in as deep as he could reach. Sam grabbed hold of Pink's white collie hair and held on for dear life as she humped against his muzzle, eyes crossed with unfiltered lust. By then, she had placed her cellphone camera beneath her spread thighs to capture a perfect view of Pink's tongue penetrating the ever-loving fuck out of Sam's raccoon-girl twat. She felt her clit pop back out and scrape against his warm wet tongue, electrifying her senses with extreme orgasmic intensity as he dragged her most sensitive mandible along his rugged damp warm doggy-tongue. Sam knew she wouldn't last long, if Pink kept violating her orally the way he did. It was hard enough to keep quiet during the blowjob, for fuck's sake.

	~

	Lynn Dawson was so invested into the magazine that lay before her eyes coupled with the hot sexy young teenage couple getting intimate directly above her that she didn't even notice the feral German shepherd dog behind her until she felt a damp warm sensation intrude upon her backside, planted against her puckering raccoon-girl anus. Lynn jerked in reaction and looked back, holding in a shocked shriek, glasses knocked askew upon her face. The shepherd attempted to crane his head close to her butt, anxious for another taste of her raccoon tailhole. 

	While resistant at first, Lynn quickly realized that behaving so would cause more trouble than what it was worth, so she conceded and gave the shepherd full consent to do whatever he wanted to her while she pleasured herself. She adjusted her glasses and continued to poke and scrape at her pussy as she felt the shepherd's tongue enter into her tight clenching raccoon butthole, slathering and slurping.

	She didn't think to wear panties before heading out, so instead she used her T-shirt as a muffle, biting down hard on it as she felt her vagina squirt and leak down her thigh. The shepherd lapped her cum up as quickly as she was able to produce it, tail wagging with joy, constantly shoving his nose and tongue so deep into preadolescent raccoon-girl vaginal warmth. Lynn kept her pants yanked down around her knees and her legs spread as wide as she could afford to manage, fully embracing the carnality of his arousal while maintaining a threshold of raw silence, so as not to intrude upon the strangers camping out above. 

	The shepherd's heavy breathing and panting drove Lynn nuts with arousal as she remain knelt in place, trying with all her might not to cry out loud as the dog's tongue pervaded her underage raccoon-girl asshole, saliva and her own luscious velvety cum leaked in combined torrents down her inner thigh as she felt her body give in to a heavy anal-stimulated orgasm. Lynn only hoped she could refuse herself of any excess noise.

	~

	Sam hoisted herself up from her hoodie jacket and pressed her back against a wall inside the play fort, keeping her legs spread and her body fully exposed to Pink, welcoming him with an exceptionally lewd invitation. She smiled wide and held her cellphone up, recording his every move, tail jerking and swaying between her thighs. 

	"Say something sexy into the camera before you mess my pussy up, doggo. Make it extra-naughty, like total porn-star status."

	"'Kay, here it goes." Pink said. He cleared his throat and clapped once, putting on a true game-face. Sam giggle-snorted at how goofy her boyfriend could be sometimes, practically forgetting all about the abandoned porno mag beneath the play fort, currently preoccupied by a feral-violated young raccoon loli-cub who could very well double up as Samantha's kid sister. Pink held his head down low to give his eyes an evil glaring effect, which made Sam even wetter than ever before. 

	"Hello, my dear! You look rather tasty today. Say, would you care to know how good you look? Let me show you now as I fuuuuuuuck you raw and cuuuuuuuum so deep in your mooooooist raccoon pussy! Ready for me to show you? I hope so because my balls are so fucking full of rich virile dog-jizz that I'm just dyyyyyyying to pump into my girlfriend's spread snare-tight cuuuuuuunt. I simply can't wait to fuck you into next week and not slow down for a second, you gaaaaaaame, baby?" Pink said at last, cocking his head and firing finger-guns at Sam, winking with a click of his tongue, gesturing the extinguishing of steam from his smoking-hot revolver barrels.

	Sam snickered and nodded her head, refraining from laughing hysterically while offering him a soft reserved bit of applause. His Peter Lorre impersonation couldn't be more spot-on. Even the word 'cunt' made her feel funny inside. Sam twirled the cellphone to aim the camera lens at herself.

	"Oh boy, am I ever?" Sam replied in a sultry seductive low voice. She placed the cellphone down gently beneath her spread-legged stance, making sure the angle and lighting all checked out. Pink rushed her in an instant and pinned her against the play fort's wall, sliding his tongue into her mouth, granting Sam a wet passionate kiss. He reached down and assisted with her masturbation as Sam's arms wrapped around Pink's shoulders. 

	"P-pinky, I-"
	"Shhh, it's okay, I love you so much."
	"Mmm, I love you more."
	"Prove it." 
	"Give me your dick and maybe I will."
	"God, you are so fucking incredible to me." Pink said, rubbing Sam's shoulders and regarding her with an endless plethora of his undivided attention and most considerate tender care and loving devotion for her. Pink suddenly saw not just a raccoon girl with a heavy emo-goth-punker streak and a rebellious phase to boot, but a shining shimmering brilliant beacon of pure white light, a sublime creature of many suns and moons who conjured the notes to the malady of Pink's loving affection for Sam with ease and a nearly-surgical precision.

	With a flash of brute strength, Sam was lifted up from the floorboards by her butt and pinned against one of the play-fort's interior walls. Pink breathed very heavy in conjunction with her own heated panting, keeping her legs wrapped around his waist. Sam shrieked and moaned low and sultry when Pink managed to penetrate her in a standing missionary position. Sam clenched her hand-paw to her mouth to hold in any excess noise, eyes welting with pleasured tears of joy and adoration for Pink's sexual influence. Pink thrust into Sam slow at first, gliding himself into her with gentle caressing strokes. His knotted dog-cock felt enveloped in a warm wet sleeve as he slid the entirety of his girth into his cute sexy skinny young raccoon girlfriend, lavishing in the tight sensations of her pussy and primed into orgasmic overdrive whenever she clenched her vaginal muscles tighter, which she did frequently in reaction to his contact made with her most sensitive internal regions, her mythical G-spots. The exchange of luscious coitus made Sam wet with delight as she moaned into her hand-paw, smiling and fuzzy-headed with bliss, drooling on her finger-paws. She was absolutely smitten with her devoted collie boyfriend and his determination to make sure she's well-satisfied at all times, even while toking ganja in a rickety old play-fort assembled on their own school grounds.

	~

	"Go on, boy, f-fuck me harder!" Lynn whispered, gripping hold of the stray shepherd's hind legs as he mounted the petite young raccoon girl's backside. She barely had any time to remove her jeans before feeling his thick hard dog-member poke and prod against her buttocks. With enough patience and the right angle, Lynn Dawson managed to take a fully erect German shepherd's penis in her licked-damp moist sensitive tailhole. 

	"Ouch, jeez! That's too much!" She whispered to herself. Lynn bit down firmly upon her bunched-up shirt to refrain from crying out in pleasured pain as she felt the shepherd's knot press firm against her anal ringlets, shaft sliding deep into her rectum with each heated thrust. His paws had reached around her hips, maintaining a firm grip upon her thighs. She didn't even register the dog's long nails scratching lust-marks into her thighs, drawing a tiny bit of blood trails. She only recognized that his dick felt exquisite, not at all like any veggie she'd ever experimented with in her curious experimental coming-of-age phase. 

	Lynn squeezed the canine's thighs as she felt his knot plunge into her butt and lock in place, granting the delicious tie she'd anticipated. Lynn remained knelt in place, head squirming with raw lust and butt raised as the stray shepherd's jizz leaked out from her violated young raccoon asshole. Cum dribbled in small trails down the inside of Lynn's thighs, staining her pulled-down panties as her breasts tingled and her entire body foamed into a rich splendor of sweet relief. Lynn reached down to wipe a small dab of cum free from her swollen heated pussy, leaked upon from her tailhole. She shivered in response to a sensitive touch and licked her finger-paw clean. The taste of the shepherd's semen mixed with her own female nectar caused Lynn to nearly scream aloud with wanton desire, though she knew better.

	~

	Sam shivered and gasped, teeth clenched firmly between her lips, locking her hand-paws in place behind Pink's neck. Her legs clenched a firm grip around his hips, locking the collie-boy in place with her ankles pressed against his tail as he slammed his cock into her spread-wide throbbing wet raccoon vagina, lavishing in the rich sensation of her needy hot tight procyonid textures, so incredibly arousing. 

	"I fucking love you so fucking much!" Pink whispered into Sam's ear while licking her fuzzy cheek passionately. She moaned and hyperventilated as wave after wave of orgasm touched down upon her senses, forcing her body to flex and tremble. She lavished in his absolute pleasure as he maintained a steady grinding motion against her pelvis, straddling her cute petite skinny raccoon body upon his lap. 

	"Let's cum together. Like, fuck me until you cum deep, baby. Cum in me, like, RIGHT. FUCKING. NOW." Sam whispered, dragging her tongue against Pink's neck and hugging him close. Her genital muscles squeezed down ridiculously tight around Pink's penis and nearly drained him of his sperm as he came deep and hard into Sam's fire-hot raccoon pussy, quickly lifting one of her legs up to rest against his shoulder, keeping her spread wide and straddling her hard against his lap while pinching at her clitoris. Sam grit her teeth and winced in absolute unhinged perversion as he dragged his tongue against her ankle and lost his knot so deep inside her raccoon vagina, pulsing with her heartbeat, rushing at astronomical speeds. Sam pressed her tongue to the roof of her mouth as hard as she could afford to without straining a muscle. Her jade-green eyes widened and an entire fucking universe of absolute lust came crashing down upon her senses as Sam braced herself and endured a very heated carnality-driven orgasm, biting down on Pink's neck and lapping at his fur repeatedly, trying not to draw any blood or injure the lovely seductive collie-boy who she was ever-obsessed with. 

	Sam and Pink panted and grunted and moaned in vast silence, wallowing in the warmth of each other's breathing, stagnant air pervading their senses, a total hox-box of marijuana and raw unprotected sex. It was an absolute struggle for them both to stay as quiet as possible the entire time, which would've made anyone watching them laugh hysterically. Sam gasped and squirted on his knot, eyes staring with solemn adoration so deep into his own, feeling every tiny pink throbbing bit of his member being milked with loving commitment. Pink's heart sang out with joy and he embraced her rich succulent beauty with a wet passionate kiss.

	Sam and Pink exchanged one more passion-entwined kiss and gazed into each other's eyes with lavish wanton desire before Pink yanked his hips back and forcefully removed his throbbing bulged knot from Sam's tight-gripping vagina, trailing a long stringy rope of fresh jizz that dangled in the air for a brief moment before dripping down onto a wooden plank, right beside Sam's still-recording cellphone. Sam reached down and spread her pussy lips with her finger-paw tips, struggling to push Pink's creampie free from within. After she got a fair bit of his cum out, with cunnilingus-bound assistance from a very kinky Pink, the raccoon girl put her pants back on, re-pocketed her cellphone and hugged Pink.

	"You are such an incredible force to be reckoned with, y'know?" Pink said.

	"And you're like a celebrity." Sam smiled and hugged her cellphone close to her chest. "Like, to me, anyways." Sam said, pressing Pink's nude photo-capture against a single exposed breast and hugging it with tender love and affection, like a girl hugging a framed photo of her most cherished idol.
	
	From somewhere below the play-fortress, a cute youthful voice shrieked out loud, paired up with the rough rugged grunting and snarling of a feral canine. It almost sounded as if wild coyotes were attacking a poor little bunny rabbit beneath the play fort.

	The sound astonished and horrified Pink and Sam, quickly realizing that they weren't entirely alone after all, despite their incredible intimacy and privacy in coitus. Sam carefully slipped her green hoodie on over her shoulders and stepped outside right behind Pink, who had also opted to put his shirt and jeans back on. Sam's shirt was backwards but she cared not, bigger priorities were at stake. Pink held his ganja pipe steady at an angle between his finger-paws in a bunched-up fist, ready to throw a punch towards any unsavory bums or maniacs who attempted to rush him or his girlfriend. 

	~

	Lynn Dawson finally got a full glimpse of the two kinky teenagers who had occupied her favored hiding space to conduct their own naughty deeds. She wondered what was going through their minds upon seeing a young seemingly-underage raccoon anthro with crooked glasses resting upon her chest while taking a German shepherd dog's fat erect knot in her spicy underage upraised loli-cub bum, partially clothed and very grimy with rough aggressive dog-sex. Lynn had to hold back her giggle-fit upon witnessing their shocked expressions. 

	"Hi there! Nice to meet'cha! I'm Lynn Dawson! Do you guys go to school here?" The raccoon girl asked, almost too nonchalant about having a Shep's knotted dick plunged balls-deep in her puckering clenched-tight butthole. It was weirdly apropos, like she was inquiring about the time of day or how nice the weather is outside.

	"Uh, yeah. Sure we do. You don't though, you're clearly way too young for that." Pink said, staring with avid intrigue at the cute little raccoon girl and her wild devoted passion for feral love. He had no words for what he was gazing upon. Sam slowly raised her cellphone up to record the moment and Pink grabbed hold of her wrist, lowering it and shaking his head with a very stern glare set into his eyes, brow furrowed. Sam nodded in recognition and pocketed her cellphone, thinking twice.

	"You little slut. Kinky little slut, how long have you been down here for, kid?" Sam asked the raccoon girl, giving the shepherd a quick head-pat as she knelt down beside them. The dog barked once in reaction and wagged his tail, giving Sam a kiss on her cheek. The sudden burst of movement from behind her caused Lynn to moan aloud, practically in pain.

	"Mmmn! Oh, that felt nice. Me? I've been here long enough to hear everything you guys did. Don't worry, it'll be our own little secret. You can stay quiet about me and this big boy, I'll stay quiet about you and your, uh... big boy." Lynn said, gazing up at Pink with intimidated eyes.

	Sam just stared with deadpan silence at the raccoon girl, attempting to process what had just happened beneath her and Pink without either one of them hearing a single thing.

	"Uh, is that yours?" Lynn asked with a cute considerate smile, pointing at the smutty magazine, opened up to an ad promoting a big UFC fight between reigning middle-weight champions, a pay-per-view exclusive. On the same page was a woman getting triple-penetrated by three large sweaty sun-tanned men, one dick in each orifice. Pink inhaled through his teeth and nodded at the girl. She smiled and giggled, cupping her hand-paw against her cute stubby raccoon muzzle, freckled and fabulous.

	"You guys are weird, looking at human porn." Lynn said with a super-cute smile on her lips, eyes glancing up at them with humility and a playful inquisitiveness. She handed the magazine back to Sam with a wide-toothed grin upon her frail petite raccoon girl muzzle, almost appearing to hold back a very funny joke. 

	"You are way too cute for your own good, you know that?" Sam said, kneeling down to give Lynn a motherly caress upon her cheek. The raccoon girl murr-chirruped and squeaked with excitement, even as the shepherd's patience dwindled and he hopped off her backside, pulling free a large erect knot from her outstretched raccoon girl butthole. Cum dribbled down in thickened white and yellow globs from her outstretched asshole as the shepherd lifted his leg to lick himself clean of Lynn's excess cum. He lapped away to his heart's content and ran off, leaving the playground premises. Pink watched as he ran down a nearby street and turned a blind corner, maybe to return back to his own home and masters elsewhere. 

	"That's what my mommy and daddy always tell me. I wish I didn't have to move so far away. I hate moving so much." Lynn said. She smiled and her lower lip quivered, then suddenly she was weeping softly, eyes scrunched shut tight and tears swelling at the corners of her almond-crescent eyelids.

	Watching the little raccoon girl cry with such frank emotion warmed Sam's heart and she knelt down to guide Lynn out from underneath the play-fort. When she had stepped out from beneath the structure, Samantha hugged the girl close, placing a hand gently upon the top of her head, combing her raccoon finger-paws through rich smooth locks of burgundy-colored hair, lightly scented with cinnamon and nutmeg. Lynn brushed excess dust and dirt off her shirt and pulled her pants back up around her waist as Pink knelt down and caressed both girls in his hugging embrace, offering warm companionship to Lynn while planting a kiss upon Sam's lips. They had all just been through an incredibly lewd run-in with one another without hardly realizing it.

	Lynn lunged towards Pink's neck, long fangs exposed and eyes cast over with a crimson shade, magnified by her wide-rimmed spectacles. 

	Lynn attempted to bite Pink's neck where Sam had given him a horny raccoon anthro's hickey not moments earlier in the play-fort, right around the same time the cute young lovers exchanged a mutual orgasm in hushed silence. Lynn reached out at Sam with her dexterous hand-paws and got brushed away by Pink at last minute. Feeling a strong resurgence of courage flow through his core, Pink stood his ground in front of Sam. His pink eyes raged with defensive ferocity as he watched the raccoon girl sneer at them with a snake-like hiss. Lynn retreated from Sam and Pink at last, scurrying away fast, climbing up the side of the play-fort with spider-like dexterity, a freakish occurrence to behold. Sam and Pink quickly followed her progress until they lost sight of Lynn as she disappeared into the cracked-open window of a dilapidated home, leaving only the sound of a nearby passing L-train clanging and rolling along towards its given destination. Sam and Pink exchanged a slow terrified glance, dawning realization sinking in. 

	"Sam, was she a... y-you know."

	"I know. Sam said, cocking her head at an angle, head full of questions that have yet to be answered.

	"Are you basically asking me if we have garlic and wooden stakes at home? Because I'm certain we do."

	"Holy fuck, I don't wanna hurt her, she was so adorable. I envy that freaking shepherd. When she was turned, I wonder?"

	"No telling for sure. What matters the most though, is whether or not she left that fucking Hustler behind." Sam said casually. Pink scoffed and groaned at her annoying determination, even as Sam dug beneath the play-fort to retrieve the long-lost Hustler at last, laughing aloud the entire time.

	"C'mon, Pinky! Help me look for it!"

	"I told you once already - I hate that fuckin' name!!" Pink hollered aloud. Sam laughed out loud and bit the tip of her tongue, glancing back at her adorable compassionate boyfriend while striking a cute kawaii-desu pose that could make a Japanese pop idol blush furiously.

	~

	From the top of an old abandoned halfway house, Lynn Dawson breathed hard and heavy, wiping her mouth clean of German shepherd blood. The canine sat perched upon his haunches besides Lynn, surveying the playground and the young anthro couple who resided there. His new master's feeding was fulfilling, if not sudden, but he cared not. Lynn wished she didn't have to consume the soul of the same creature who had granted her such swift pleasure but sometimes nature could serve to be a cruel despicable beast of burden. Sacrifice one every now and then to embrace the greater good of many more to come. At least he'd live, if not under great pressure, behaving slightly dizzy for a week, apt to embrace the song of moonlit night, of bats swirling through limbs of oak trees, of the calling of crimson dusk and the howling of blood's calling.

	Lynn watched the young couple very closely, adjusting her glasses out of habit, licking her pearlescent-ivory razor-sharp teeth clean of any remaining traces of liquid iron. The collie boy glanced around to try and catch sight of the young raccoon girl, yet to no avail. This put a small fang-toothed grin upon Lynn's face. She watched the loud-mouthed skinny young girlfriend of the collie boy digging around beneath Lynn's long-favored playground fortress, seeking out the misplaced porno magazine. Lynn would miss that old play-fort, the sanctuary in which she spent many moons, so many late-nights and dreary evenings. The site of so many feeding frenzies. Life for a young anthro vampire could be quite difficult sometimes.

	Lynn Dawson smiled and winked once at Sam and Pink before retreating back to her parents, ivory-hued razor-sharp teeth flashing a reflective glow of the rising moon, for her final night had touched down at last upon Da Silva. Lynn wondered if her coffin was prepared and ready yet, for she felt exhausted and in desperate need of a bath to wash away any excess traces of German shepherd sperm and blood she may have missed before the prolonged slumber, before the great migration. She was very excited for the long-awaited family reunion to take place. Lynn Dawson wished Pink and Sam well, even as she slowly hovered away from eyesight, glimmering them clean and free of any further memory of the young raccoon girl. She whistled once and pat her skinny slender raccoon girl's thigh, beckoning her newly-awakened guardian of the grave to her side, panting and wagging his fluffy tail while regarding her with wide eyes of fond loyalty and eternal loving affection.

END