Lucien tugged back as hard as he could, but the vice-like grip around his feather-laden wrist did not know the meaning of resistance. Just a moment prior he was knocking on his friend Sara’s door. But now, without a word from her, she was hoisting him quickly into her apartment as if his life absolutely depended upon it.

"W-what the hell, Sara!” Lucien shouted, not entirely thrilled with the sudden shock to his system, as his friend shut and locked the door quickly behind them. “How about you give me a little bit of warning next time.” 

It wasn’t until he fully turned around that he realized that Sara rushed him inside for a reason.

The fact that the mink was wearing pretty much only the white fur she was born with was good enough reason for rushing him in. Her breasts, ample and fully exposed, caught Lucien’s attention first and foremost. It was the first time he had ever seen them out in the open, and Sara was more than happy to start leaning on the door frame, breathing in deeply while her compadre was at a loss for words. Her tail swished around her, mostly obstructing her lower half, save for slight respites where quick flashes of black lace hugging around her hips could be seen.

“If I gave you warning, dear, I think you would have broken my door off its hinges. Apartment doors cost a fortune, you know!” She laughed a bit, cupping her right breast a bit before running her finger along its circumference. “I wanted to do something special for you for Valentine’s Day, after all.”

Lucien stood there, simply awestruck and floored by the sight in front of him. Sara had always been the wild one of the two of them, but this went above and beyond all of the fun little flirting they dabbled in every time they got together. He idly rubbed along his wrist, ruffling his silver feathers until he started to sit down softly on the arm of the couch behind him. His long, charcoal-hued tail draped over the couch, wagging with canine ferocity. As a hybrid, his owl instincts were trying to assess the situation as best he could; his canine half, however, wanted something else entirely.

He only hoped that his jeans weren’t tenting up as much as he felt they were.

“A-alright, very funny,” Lucien began, stroking his hand through his huge tuft of headfur. “You had your fun, you got me blushing, ha ha ha. Can we go out to dinner already? After you get dressed, of course. Or maybe not, that might get us a few extra drinks…”

Sara laughed and waved her hand slightly, closing the distance between the two of them. “You’re right, Lucien, we should get ready. Thanks for squirming so much, you know I love it!” She started to lean in to kiss the tip of his nose just as playful as ever, before she stopped short and suddenly dropped to her knees with a thud.

“As for dinner, though, I already know what I want…”

Before the canine-owl could get his bearings, Sara’s lengthy crimson hair was blocking his view of what was going on down below. A familiar snap and a quick zip of metal unclasping made it all come clear. “H-h-hey! S-sara! What gives?! Very funny, but c-come on!”

“You texted me that we could do anything I wanted,” the mink replied, “and I want to make sure you have the best Valentine’s Day possible!”
It didn’t take much coaxing to work Lucien’s erection out, right past the cold metallic teeth on his zipper. Sara could hear her friend protesting a bit, but only with subdued moans and fidgets. She had already paralyzed him quite easily with her affections, and palming his hefty, slate-furred balls while lowering his pants down to his talons certainly kept him at a loss for words.

“You’ve been pining for affection on this holiday for years, Lucien. You are long overdue to enjoy the holiday to its fullest. And, speaking of full,” Sara trailed off as she wrapped her lips around one of his dangling orbs, trailing them as well as her tongue to the side until she could gently tug on them both. Her arm reached out and slipped between Lucien’s legs as they tried to keep themselves held together, just to hold off on her advances a little bit longer. Even though he had been hoping that her flirtations would turn into something a little bit more, he had never thought it would happen. And for a purpose, at that!

His worrying was cut short once his feisty friend finally snuck her arm through his legs, gripping along the base of his tail and giving it a good stroke. Sara’s mouth enveloped the head of his cock at the same time, and she ran her tongue along the rim of Lucien’s crown as she rolled all around his tail. The canine was only too happy to let her continue, and Sara quickly slid all of those several inches of prime, delicious rod deep into her mouth. 

Her throat housed his head for as long as she could hold without taking a breath, before letting it slowly slide back out. She let the growing amount of precum steadily drizzling from Lucien’s cock slit glaze her lips, right before pressing them down again. She kept repeating the motion, picking up speed with each pass, using her mouth to help spread all of that excess loving fluid down to Lucien’s base. 

Soon enough, Sara felt Lucien start to get into the groove. His rump lifted off of the side of the couch to help thrust lightly into her maw, coaxing his balls to jostle right against her chin. Sensing that he was getting closer to orgasm as his moans kept intensifying, Sara wrapped her arms around his thighs and kneaded his ass cheeks.  With one quick motion she slid her lips around Lucien’s pole, fully hilting it with her mouth as she held hard and fast. 

As much as he wanted to hold out at first, Lucien was more than happy to glaze the back of his longtime friend’s throat as he spurted with gusto. He gently caressed the back of her head as they both started to relax a bit, at least until Sara slowly slid away until her mouth was free once again.

“Mmmm, that was better than eating out, I have to say.”

Lucien looked down, chest heaving while the still basking in the afterglow. “I don’t know about you, Sara, but I thought that was just an appetizer.” He offered his hand and helped lift her off of the hardwood floor, resting against the sofa with her at side. Lucien’s tail batted along her own as he winked. “I have a feeling that you’re nowhere near full yet.”

His fingers slipped down between her legs, taking utter care to slip his digits along her petals. Sara raised an eyebrow at him as she let him delve in a bit deeper, waiting until he finally decided to rub his fingertip around her clit before she thanked him with an exceptionally deep kiss. Her tongue wrapped around Lucien’s, and as their mouths parted she flicked her massive, fluffy white tail around him. As she let it wrap behind his back, she turned around, hoisted her rear end up all the more and held onto her left cheek. “Make sure you don’t hold back,” she purred, as she spread her legs even more wide until the scent of her arousal filled the living room with ease.

She certainly didn’t have to ask twice. Lucien caressed her hips and leaned down over her, pressing his chest down right along the back of her head. He was easily half a foot taller than she, and even when wrapping his arms around her he had to drop them down a bit to allow his hands to traipse along her breasts. He thanked her kneading earlier by cupping those two lovely mounds, caressing them around the sides and slowly working his fingertips around her nipples. His erection, back with a vengeance, eagerly dripped with plenty of his precum and her saliva from earlier as he slipped its entirety between her cheeks.

As he hot dogged her supple ass, he made sure that his tip pressed into the base of her tail. He ran the entirety of his dick back and forth, making sure that his head constantly dripped and slickened up her outer lips until Sara couldn’t help but start moaning. She started to thrust her backside heavily against Lucien’s hips, clenching her cheeks until she could feel each individual pulse of his as it rushed through his entire length. 

Lucien reared back for but a moment and slid right on into Sara’s cunny. She was tight as could be, even more than he had ever imagined in the middle of the night while thinking of her. Her inner walls, as velvety and smooth as he could dream about, were already slippery, and he could feel her already starting to orgasm repeatedly. He certainly was thick down there, just a bit shy of being as wide as his forearm, but whether he was too large for her or the mink was just far too tight was irrelevant. Her body was rocking back and forth along the arm of the couch with all of her strength. As she pressed her hands tightly on top of his own, helping to knead her breasts even more, he could tell that they were both in heaven.

With her comfort well-assured, Lucien started to pick up the pace. His feathers along his wrists and chest ruffled against Sara’s alabaster fur, and his chest started to press her head softly against the black fabric of the couch. His hips sped up, only wanting to reach deeper and deeper still within her depths. Both down below and all throughout he knew she was a real treasure, and if she wanted to be filled then, by god, he was going to make sure that happened. His sack swung between his legs, almost as large as ripe lemons apiece as they quickly refilled to the brim. As succulent as she felt within, he had to bite his lip as he started to fully hilt her with every massive thrust forward, making them both shudder in glee.

It wasn’t until his last few thrusts, making sure to withdraw nearly to his very tip that he just couldn’t hold on any longer. Lucien didn’t give Sara any warning, but that was fine by both of them. She had already lost count of how many orgasms wracked her body, and by the time he slipped fully into her pussy for the final time he just had to let it all out. He nearly howled, embracing Sara upward into his torso as he flooded her womb with all of his canine-owl batter. He had to take care not to let the little horns adorning his forehead from scraping along the cushions as they writhed around. Despite him having quite the orgasm before, this one was nearly double the earlier volume. Every twitch, every shudder on his part sent even more ambrosia deep within until, after several dozen spurts and quite a few minutes later, he was finally reached a finale. 

They both panted as they lay in place on the couch, still quite attached to one another thanks to shared exhaustion and afterglow.  Lucien blushed a little bit when he realized that, upon finally withdrawing from Sara and sliding a bit to the side, that she was sporting quite a belly full of his seed. It bulged out a bit, rounded off as if she were a few months into a pregnancy.

“I have a feeling I did a good job.” He smiled as he tenderly fondled her bloated stomach, fanning her fur between his fingers.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Sara chuckled to herself. “When I get some feeling back in my legs I might have to get you back for that one.”

“What are you talking about, Sara?”

The mink flipped over and used her arms to slide upwards on the couch. The two stared into each other’s eyes for a second, before Sara had quite the smirk travel across her face. “How are your own legs doing, Lucien?”

“After all of that work they feel exhausted, actually. If not for my claws scratching into this floor rug, which I’ll replace for you, I don’t think I could move for a while.”

“Good to know!” Sara kissed his cheek with adoration, although she sounded a bit more enthusiastic than usual. “And where are our clothes?”

Lucien took a quick glance around, looking for the errant things. “Looks like my pants were knocked all the way down the hallway, and, honestly, I have no idea when you lost those cute panties of yours.”

“Slipped them off while giving you a suck. But, before you get all blushy on me, I did call for dinner before you came in. The pizza should be here in about a minute or two.”

“WHAT?! I can’t go to the door like this!!”

“Now, now, you hooter, don’t get all upset on me. Tell you what, if we happen to answer the door in a certain way, I’ll be more than happy to keep up with you and drain you so much you won’t even think of masturbating or another week…”

“…go on…”

*****

Like Sara said, the delivery guy was right on time. It was barely two minutes later when he rang the doorbell. The poor raccoon stood outside waiting, wondering what all of the muffled rattling was coming from, at least until the door opened just a bit.

The entryway only opened a little bit, but a white arm shot out and offered a twenty dollar bill. The pounding sound only grew from inside the apartment, and a male voice kept chanting out, “Take it, take it, that’s right, take it all,” with an increasing growl. It took the poor raccoon a few tugs to retrieve the money from Sara’s grip, due to her hand clenching around it and due to her arm rhythmically jerking back and forth.

“I...I’ll just leave this for you in the hall…” The delivery guy quickly placed the box on the floor and started to rush down the hallway. He had a good idea what was going on inside, and he was already thoroughly embarrassed at the thought. At least the tip was good.

Sara, taking the opportunity to kill two birds with one stone, happily cried out, “You’re the BEST!” It was easily heard throughout the entire hallway, and as it rang across the entire floor Lucien just filled his friend up for the third time. Her legs wrapped around his midsection all the more tightly as he pressed her up against the wall, making sure that all of their excess nectar dripped matted their legs as it dripped down their fur.

Needless to say, the rest of the night was long and delicious. Not a single room or surface in Sara’s entire apartment was safe from their lustful escapades, nor the crumbs from that hastily devoured pizza.