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Anna Toussaint was modest about her body. It was a stern belief of hers that anybody could be in shape like her if they wanted to, and she was only too happy to help. It was the reason she enjoyed her work as a yoga instructor. Personal training was too demanding of her mild personality, but walking small groups through the postures and mindset of relaxing yoga was ideal.

As a hyena, she had a small but stout frame. Her breasts were plump, hips and buttocks thick and chubby. Although well-exercised, her middle age was obvious. Her demeanor was motherly, betraying the fact that she was indeed a mother. Since her classes tended to consist mostly of mothers, she often found herself in good company.

On that day, a new face different from the usual mothers was in her class. Part fox, part raccoon and very handsome in a boyish manner, Anna believed she would have had the same lustful feelings for him regardless of the fact that his mother was a close friend of hers. I thought he might enjoy coming to one of your classes, she had said. He's a sweet boy.

The afternoon's instruction came and went with little excitement. A heavily pregnant giraffe was forced to sit out the lesson when the twins in her belly proved too rambunctious, but otherwise it was a normal day. Anna saw them all off with smiles and cheer as she often did, but her paw fell on the foxcoon's shoulder. It wasn't hard to stop him; he was making no effort to leave.

"Desmond, isn't it? You're Naomi's son."

Desmond smiled. "Yeah. Well, adopted son."

Anna smiled back. "Son all the same. Naomi has a big heart. You're lucky to have her as a mother." She patted his shoulder and said as the door closed behind the last attendee, "If you don't mind the criticism, though... your form is lacking. Would you like a little help with that?"

Anna is a very nice woman, and a close friend of mine. Be polite with her, sweetie, mom had said, then kissed his cheek. Don't just rush out the door when it's over. Talk to her.

The fox's green eyes indiscreetly roamed Anna's body. The hyena noticed. It was difficult not to when it happened so often. She chuckled softly, almost nervously, and squeezed the boy's shoulder. "All right, Desmond," her paw gestured toward an exercise mat, "why don't you seat yourself? I'll show you a few poses you should work on. Just study them."

Desmond sat and Anna bustled over to lock the door. "Just to be on the safe side," she remarked, more to herself than to Desmond.

Back in front of the fox who sat casually with long, blonde hair straight and silky-smooth, Anna began to stretch her legs. In snug, sweaty track pants, their defined muscle pressed into the fabric. Higher up was chubby flesh, fatty and hot. The cellulite was less obvious, pressed into shape as it was by her pants.

Anna bent forward and her heavy breasts hung low, taxing her sports bra to its limit. Deep, dark cleavage greeted the foxcoon's eyes. Sweat loped down her fur, oozed through the fabric, and her tastefully small crucifix necklace dangled before her.

"It's important to be limber," she said in measured tones. "The last thing you want to do is pull a muscle. You need to keep them all nice and loose."

"I'll bet," muttered Desmond, pressing his slim thighs together.

Anna knew he had an erection. It was small but obvious, his gym shorts making for a poor hiding place. The thought that she, a middle-aged yogi, could arouse a boy of nineteen so easily both delighted and flustered her. It was difficult not to giggle at the notion.

The hyena straightened her short form and gave Desmond an unintentional surprise: her cameltoe. Quickly she turned around, spinning deftly on her heel. Her behind, she knew, would be the boy's favorite thing. It was what the boys always loved most, and although Anna was modest about hers, she recognized the results it got.

"Oh... wow," Desmond said quietly, but not quietly enough.

The hyena started to grin, and along with it came a blush. With blatant intent she lifted her short brown tail, and then she began to bend herself far over. Her fingers touched the toecaps of her sneakers and she said, "A good stretch is the most important part of any yoga warm-up," she said with barely a straight face.

She heard a rustle on the mat. Paws on her thighs, fingers touching her tentatively, like testing a tray to see if it was hot or not. Anna's tail flicked, her blush deepening. "I always welcome-," she stifled a giggle, "a, um, hands-on approach."

Desmond's soft fingers began to knead Anna's thighs, pressing far into the fatty flesh. "Are you gonna tell my mom about this?"

The hyena laughed. "Oh, you're cute. No, sweetie. No. This is just between you and I." She straightened once more, the ease and grace with which she moved enviable even to the limber fox. Looking barely over her shoulder, she asked with a hint of bashfulness, "Do you-, you like my bottom?"

"It's really nice," Desmond admitted, his face red and hot. "It's so... round, and I like the-, well..."

Anna covered her mouth. She would have to thank Naomi for this; her boy was adorable. "Don't tell me. Why don't you just do what makes you happy?" As she made this offer, she slid down her track pants. There was nothing beneath them to hinder movement or access. Her wide ass cheeks, brown and spotty, hovered in Desmond's view like a pair of celestial bodies. Sweat glinted in the fur and rolled down the cheeks like morning dew. "Whatever makes you happy, share it with me."

It came as no surprise at all to Anna when she felt Desmond's hot breath on her ass. He breathed on her like an animal, his exhalations heavy and humid, and then came the tongue. Hungry slurps over her ass cheeks, the foxcoon greedy for her sweat and flavor. Most boys went right between the cheeks with their tongues. Desmond's love for the curvaceous cheeks of her bottom was a rare pleasure for Anna, and an embarrassing one. She said in what seemed almost like shock, "You sure love my butt cheeks."

"They're-," another lick, long and loping from thigh to hip, "god, they're so beautiful," groaned Desmond, who then nuzzled into a cheek. His arms hugged around her thighs. "You taste so good. And you sweat a lot."

"I do?" Anna asked, blinking. Did she really?

Then Desmond nuzzled between the cheeks, packing his snout in like a bear making a snack out of a beehive. His cool nose pressed into the bud of her anus and he began to sniff her, sucking air across the ring, drinking down her scent and giving shuddering moans in return.

Anna palmed the back of Desmond's head, said with a shiver, "Are you-, you're smelling me...? You're a unique boy." Being smelled was different, an odd pleasure. Anna took his snuffling as a compliment. Never one to curse, Anna said quite meekly, "I hope you'll use your tongue some more."

And Desmond did just that as though Anna's remark reminded him to do so. He slobbered through her deep and accommodating ass crack with lustful, youthful hunger. His tongue slathered not only her anus but all of the fur surrounding it, laying it all down under a coat of hot saliva.

The hyena warmly groaned, rising to her the tips of her toes as pleasure overtook her. Rimming was a pleasure she enjoyed very much. The lips of her vulva grew wet, her scent growing stronger. She rubbed gently through Desmond's hair and cooed, "I love your hair. You could be Naomi's biological son..."

"Uh-huh," she heard Desmond say deep in her crack. Still he was nuzzling, slobbering, even smooching her asshole. His lips wrapped around its delicate pink rink and he began to suck, pulling blood to the surface of the flesh and sharply heightening the sensations she received from his tongue.

"Oh-! Ooh, goodness," Anna gasped, biting her lip then, gnawing it until her teeth left ruts. With her free hand, she fondled herself, groping her mound but not yet fingering herself. "You're a good boy, you're a very good boy," she murmured, speaking to Desmond in the utmost confidence.

Desmond growled. Whether in agreement or defiance, Anna had no clue and didn't care. Just as long as the foxcoon kept doing what he was doing, she was a happy hyena. She said to him in a softly whining voice, "That feels good, hon. You're great."

The foxcoon's soft black paws with their warm pink pads caressed Anna's plump thighs, stroking with the grain of the fur in slow, symmetrical caresses as if he were petting a pair of cats. His lips pecked her anus with kisses, tongue darting out in a snakelike fashion to prod and tease the ring. He listened closely to Anna's coos and moans, fancied himself as a virtuoso teasing ever higher notes out of the lovely hyena.

"Oh, Desmond, Desmond, sweetie," shuddered Anna, feeling her legs growing wobbly and her vulva horribly wet. Her paw rubbed the boy's head and she thought again how fine that hair was, how Desmond really could have been Naomi Rasputin's biological son. Naomi was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman Anna knew and Desmond was similarly easy on her eyes. "That's-, that's great, you're really making me-," she swallowed, considered her words, "that's getting me going, sweetie."

Desmond pulled back his snout, his fur by then glinting with her sweat. Slobber coated his chin. He pulled apart her ass cheeks just an inch and looked closely at her winking, moistened anus. "Me too," he admitted in a voice almost out of breath. "I wanna put it in you. Let me put it in your butt."

Although it made her giggle and blush to hear it put that way, Anna was pleased with the idea. "Y-yes. Sure," she agreed between soft giggles.

Anna knelt, then sat on the yoga mat and kicked off her pants. Desmond nuzzled up to her, hugged her, kissed her without shame or shyness. Anna moaned for him and squeezed him in close, her strong arms making him feel safe and wanted as her tongue slithered alongside his.

The hyena caressed Desmond down his back and over his hips. His soft, round bottom was a pleasure to touch; she lingered on it a moment and was reminded yet again of Naomi and perfect, round behind. Then she felt around, rubbed his groin and realized how small he really was. It was no matter to her. She was already fond of the fox. She broke the kiss off and said as Desmond mouthed her neck and huffed into her fur, "You really are-, you're into older women, huh?"

"I guess I am," Desmond admitted, his eyes avoiding hers for a moment. "Does it bother you that I'm, um, small?"

Anna chuckled. Her fingers wriggled their way under the waistband of his gym shorts, brushed the hard stalk of his small penis. More than anything else, its heat was what aroused her. She began to squeeze it, softly but with gradually rising firmness, and she watched the subtle glaze of his expression; all men had that look when they were fondled. "Not a concern of mine, hon." A wink. "I wouldn't back out now anyway. I'm already sold on you."

"You're really nice," Desmond murmured, and kissed her lips. And then, as blunt as a spoon, "I want to do you on your all-fours."

Anna almost shrieked with sharp hyena laughter but ended up letting out a single yap instead, a high-pitched hah! More embarrassed than amused, she nodded and said with barely any composure, "Y-yeah, all right, sweetie." Because you asked so nicely!

The foxcoon watched, small dick stiff and dribbling in the open air, as Anna rolled smoothly onto her belly then supported herself. Stout bottom perked out, tail held high, she made it abundantly clear that she was ready for him. She was even more explicit when she growled, "Do your worst, Desmond. I'm all yours."

Desmond pressed in close to Anna before the offer had fully rolled off her tongue. She smiled, closed her eyes as his girlish frame came to rest on her. He was smaller than her by a few inches and pounds and so she weathered his light weight easily. Quickly she tugged up the fabric of her sports bra and her plump breasts spilled free, dangling somewhat due to the ravages of time and gravity yet still pleasing to the eye and touch.

It was Anna's behind Desmond was interested in. His penis prodded between her cheeks and he rubbed into the crack of her ass eagerly but aimlessly, grinding through sweat and fur he had made himself familiar with earlier. His back rested on hers and he kissed the nape of her neck, growling to her a few sweet little nothings before he said, "Gawd, you're beautiful. You're so beautiful."

Anna tittered a girly laugh. A strong paw came back, touched Desmond's head and gave it a fond, motherly rub. "You're a really handsome boy. Don't butter me up, though. You already have what you want."

His fingers slithered around the curve of a breast. Anna bit her lip and began rubbing Desmond's ear around the base; foxes loved that kind of thing and Desmond proved to be no exception. He seemed to melt against her, his slender body going fairly slack, but his hips still gyrated. His paw clutched her breast, and its twin came up to grope her unattended tit. Mostly he held the mounds but fingered the nipples which already were pert and needful.

Anna cooed for Desmond, digging more firmly into his ear, "Ooh, you have a gentle touch. Gentle but-, gentle but very nice. I love that." Her paw slid along the soft fur of his face, along his neck. He was so soft and cuddly that she wanted to just squeeze him like a teddy bear, but she was hot and needful and she had already gotten this far with him. "Do it," she whispered, too shy to say it but too horny not to ask.

The foxcoon kissed her neck and drew back. His hair fell in line behind his shoulders as he straightened. His fingers pried apart her ass cheeks, fatty flesh dimpling generously around his digits, and again he found himself looking at the bud of her anus. It winked in the air. Its surface was still wet with saliva, the fur around it ringed with the same liquid. Desmond growled with a grin on his face, "I love your big butt."

Anna choked back a laugh and wriggled her bottom instead. Her aged and plump cheeks wobbled like a popular gelatin dessert. "Do i-i-it," she moaned, more impatient than lustful. "You sweet-talking little coonfox."

With reverence and care, Desmond pushed his small, eager penis against the ring of her anus. She tensed for him, huffed, then sighed. Slow breathing helped her relax. She invited the hesitant fox when she said, "It's okay, go for it."

"Don't want to hurt you," Desmond whispered, then pressed in. The blunt head of his shaft pushed open the hyena's pucker, drawing a low moan from Anna. Desmond himself bit his lip, a plump black jowl like Anna's, and a hiss escaped his teeth. His paws drifted off of her cheeks and let them come together. Trailing his fingers up her back, Desmond defied the grain of her damp fur and left crooked lines in her pelt.

With only three and a half inches to manage, Desmond was quickly inside of Anna, his bony hips against her pillow-like ass in a few seconds. He draped his body over hers again, hugged her, grasped her tits just as before and nuzzled around her neck. "Gawd. You feel nice," he whispered as his hips began to move. By necessity his pumps were short, the strokes quick however. Despite the lush carpet of fur between them, Anna's fatty bottom produced a dry slap each time Desmond's hips collided with it.

"Ooh. Good-, good boy," Anna murmured, her eyes drifting shut. Again she reached up over Desmond, going for the other ear this time, and again she dug into the point where its cartilage met his crown. Her short fingernails brought him immense pleasure, arguably more than the anal sex if his moans and coos were any indication. Anna felt the air moving as the tremendous brush of his tail swished and slashed, fanning their heat and smell around like a palm leaf in the hands of a servant. "Mm, you like having your ears rubbed, don't you?" she sweetly asked.

The soft slap of Desmond's hips on Anna's bottom was quiet but his moans were not. He crooned for her, nuzzled into her neck, gnawed on her flesh in big lovebites she squealed and bared herself to receive. She dug deeper, harder, clawing at Desmond's head and coaxing quicker sex out of him. "Goodness, yes," she gasped, welcoming the quickening pace. Her bottom and thighs and breasts all jiggled but her limbs and belly were taut. One of her young suitors had once declared her fat in all the right places. Anna silently agreed with the assessment.

Desmond snapped on and nipped Anna's neck. His teeth left small pricks, some punctures, most only reddened spots. She had yet to bleed from the bites but the rough play excited her in a primal way. As a hyena, she would have locked her bone-snapping jaws onto the foxcoon if she were a bit less reserved. She lived vicariously through Desmond's bites and said to the fox, "Your teeth, ooh-, the teeth feel good!"

"My ears," Desmond burbled, and then sighed, too happy to finish. A feeling like a high had washed over him and he was euphoric to be with Anna. His hips, though slim and seemingly weak, gave the hyena's wide ass a formidable pounding. Desmond's size did not bother Anna; his eagerness and intent pleased her and she found him incredibly endearing besides. She was looking forward to telling Naomi what a good son she had brought up, adopted or not.

The hyena started to switch paws to in turn switch ears, but Desmond swatted at her paw and said around her neck, "Nuh, no."

"All right. Okay. You're-," Anna giggled, grinning impishly at the notion, "you're in control. You're the boss."

"Yeah," Desmond breathed, huffing hot breath over the pricks and nips he'd left on her neck. He dragged his tongue across them, hungrily growling, hips still smacking that wide and fatty ass, tiny cock plundering the hyena's slicked asshole ceaselessly. His paws came off her breasts. One he dug into the yoga mat but the other grabbed for Anna's snout, turned her head, and brought her into a kiss. It proved fierce and messy. Their tongues tangled together like battling snakes, twisting into all manner of protean shapes as slobber ran down their chins and dripped to the mat below.

Anna grabbed for her mound, drove her fingers deep into her wet snatch for furious masturbation most men were too shy to give. Anna knew how rough to be, how much her pussy could take; nobody could finger her as well as she did. Her fingers stabbed deep again and again, bringing her close to a climax the sex had already brought into her view. Now with the young fox's splendid tongue coiling messily around hers and the startling streak of dominance the boy had begun to show, Anna felt a kind of sexual ecstasy she generally only knew with more impressive lovers. But by then, Anna was quite impressed with Desmond.

The hyena, despite starting so late, was the first to cum. She loved anal sex despite her shyness in asking for it. The biting, the kissing and how unbearably cute Desmond could be did her in; her fingering was simply a push over the edge. Into the slobbery kiss she gasped, and behind her eyelids, her eyeballs rolled back as though she'd been possessed. Her body trembled and her sexual orifices tensed, anus squeezing down tightly on Desmond's cock.

The fox wasn't stopped by Anna's snugness but it was his undoing. Although he kept moving, kept smacking her fat ass with his hips, his balls had grown tense and the oncoming ecstasy of an orgasm had made every nerve in his body electric with pleasure. The kiss and Anna's love for his ears had weakened him, and now he was finally done in by the milking muscles of her anal passage.

Still kissing Anna but only lamely, Desmond whined and mashed his hips against her bottom. His cum exploded into her, surprisingly thick strands of semen squirting deep into the hyena's behind, painting her anal walls with a sticky white mess. As though his muscles had given up, he weaseled free of the kiss, pulling his tongue from the grip of Anna's, and rested slack on her upended bottom. Panting to catch his breath, he said, "Ooh, my god. That was-, you were unbelievably good."

"It was-, it was very good," Anna said, her words similarly breathless, her smile big and warm but tired. "You were very good." Carefully and slowly, Desmond's weight no concern to her, Anna stretched and flattened herself out until she lay face-down on the mat. Laying her head on her arms and closing her eyes again, she asked, "Will you be at tomorrow's lesson?"

Desmond chuckled, sounding very dozy to Anna. "If you'll let me..."

"Well of course I will," Anna said, and giggled. "Naomi's raised you right. You're such a sweet kid."