Then an arm fell across my chest. We fell asleep there on the bed, my slowly softening member still lodged firmly inside her. She was a fox, and a chick. She reached down to grasp my erect member, and to give it a few good stokes. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.” She laughed, looking around as if expecting to see a refrigerator in my room. We had all been friends since elementary school. She quickly removed my last coverings, and settled between my legs. I pressed into her, until her fur tickled my balls. She whined and squirmed, trying to impale herself on me. You know, having fur, and all that.” She giggled at that last part. Our tongues danced in an intertwining, swirling motion. It cascaded down her shoulders and to the middle of her back. We fell asleep soon after, exhausted from our late night activities. I knew I wanted to be with her and her with me. I had serious doubts about my ability to fit.
