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Scott really needed to get laid.

Not that it was a terribly big deal or anything, but still being a virgin at 20 the fennec was starting to grow neurotic about it.

He wasn't unattractive. In fact, he'd probably be considered attractive by most anthros and probably some humans, too. He had a pleasant, rich cream pelt covering a slender, androgynous body. His shoulders were broad, his tail rather fluffy, accentuating his narrow hips, and every limb had some sleek musculature. His face was the typical one for a fennec with a short muzzle and finely-sculpted, almost elfish features.

The problem was that he was cripplingly shy. He was the kind of young man who only dared to socialize when it was absolutely necessary. He could cooperate on assignments at his college, maybe even hazard a little small talk if he was feeling especially daring, but flirting with someone? The thought alone made his stomach do a flip. He lacked a certain, for the lack of a better word, mojo. He was well-spoken, but strictly in a literary manner, rather than a charming one. He was too self-aware to dance in public, even though he was fine doing it alone at home while cleaning, and he didn't dare go out drinking, being afraid of letting his guard down with anyone.

But such was life. Instead, he was relegated to pawing off.

It was early in the morning, about an hour before classes, and the fennec was at it, stroking his fairly impressive maleness in the blue glow of his laptop monitor. He kept switching between gay and straight porn, fantasizing about both being fucked by a big manly fox and breeding a fine, voluptuous vixen. Being bisexual was great, at least when it came to porn.

He settled on imagining himself as one of the many females being mated, slipping a paw underneath himself to probe at his tailhole, while the other one squeezed behind his swollen knot, simulating a tie and triggering his release. As the tip of his finger slipped inside, he erupted all over himself with a whine, pearly white cum blending in rather well in his creamy fur. He shivered with pleasure as his balls contracted, although the pleasure was spoiled somewhat by the realization that he'd need to clean off his fur before going to class.

With a sigh, he scooped up a pawful of his thick cum and licked it up. He had always enjoyed the taste, and this was the fastest way to get rid of it. For a moment, he imagined it being someone else's cum, someone he just finished blowing, but the time for class drew nearer, and he didn't have long to enjoy it.

He got up, cock already retreating back into its sheath thanks to the lack of a real tie, and sprayed some dry shampoo into his chest and belly. It worked great in at least getting his pelt smoothened out, even though he'd need a real shower later.

His day at campus was nothing remarkable. It was a nice enough day; the weather was overcast but quite warm, the birds were chirping, and the classes were easy. Scott barely noticed any of that, however, given that he had a crush on one of his classmates.

He was a very handsome tiger, with a body that put Scott's to shame. Every stripe was as if painted by the immortal hand of god himself, in fearfully perfect symmetry across his body, contrasting brilliant orange with deep blackness. His eyes were a beautiful fiery amber and his long, sinewy limbs suggested sublime physical ability. And he was at college, so he was smart too, if not brilliant.

Of course, it might've just been the fennec's infatuation covering up any flaws and multiplying all positives, but somehow, the thought never occurred to him. Instead, seeing that perfect specimen of a feline made his throat lock up and sent his mind into a tailspin, ensuring that anything he said sounded clumsy at best, or downright mechanical at worst.

Flirting, of course, was entirely out of the question, which was really the crux of it. Scott would've been able to stomach being rejected, but instead, being unable to even try was becoming a mild obsession. So, when he saw a poster on the campus bulletin board, promising confidence as a result of experimental therapy, he was immediately interested.

"Help with shyness!", the ad proclaimed. "Gain confidence with our new paradigm of cognitive behavioural therapy," it continued, detailing how his university was running trials to study the effectiveness and efficiency of something that was explained to be a blend of hypnosis and traditional CBT. It had an email address on it. Scott took a quick picture of it, setting a reminder to contact them later.

He didn't pay much attention in his evening classes, instead wondering about the treatment. The ad hadn't mentioned anything about drugs, so it had to be pure therapy, which made him doubt how useful it'd be. It was, however, too tempting to pass up on; being a study, it was free to participate in, in exchange for the results being used in one paper or another. Being able to hit on other students and subsequently get laid was, of course, a powerful motivator.

When he got home, Scott composed a quick email, explaining that he was 'willing to participate', a mild understatement at best.

That night, he dreamt of sex. His subconscious mind didn't know if the tiger would prefer being on the top or bottom, so in his dreams, Scott did both. Dreams of pure carnal pleasures were pleasant, but not terribly restful, and when his alarm rang, forcibly yanking him from the soft pillows and bodies of his dreams, the fennec found himself rather exhausted, and ultimately, unsatisfied, sporting an almost painful erection which hadn't gotten any attention, unlike its dreamworld counterpart. Scott reflexively pushed his hips into the mattress, grinding his cock against it.

Scott remembered that he didn't have any classes today, which was good, allowing him to lounge in bed and keep trying to get back into the dream that was so rudely interrupted. No success there, but of course, oversleeping - or even over-laying-in-bed - felt almost as good as sex, anyway. After a few more minutes of stretching and rolling himself into a snug blanket burrito, Scott remembered the therapy. He reached for his phone and noticed there was a reply.

They wanted him to participate. There was an appointment available as early as today, although late in the evening. Scott pondered for a moment. Normally he did homework and essay-writing around that time, but for today, he figured he could change things up. He replied with a confirmation that he'd be there.

It was an exciting thought, becoming more confident. Assuming it worked, of course; the treatment was experimental, after all, but it was also free, so at worst he'd waste a bit of time.

The day passed quickly between chores, which even a small dorm room like Scott's had plenty of, and schoolwork. Soon enough, the fennec found himself walking towards the psychology department. He was nervous, maybe too nervous to ask for directions, but luckily there were signs leading him to the waiting room for study participants. It was a nondescript square room and he was the only one there, which was weird. Then again, most people probably had their appointments earlier. After all, it wasn't terribly likely that he was the only one who needed a confidence boost. Not at this university, at any rate.

At precisely his appointed time, a fairly attractive red fox came out, carrying a clipboard.

"Welcome! I take it you're here to participate in our CBT study? I'm Dr. Noah," he greeted Scott, extending his hand.

"That's me. I'm Scott," he replied, shaking the fox's hand.

"Great. If you'll just follow me, we'll get started right away," the fox spoke, leading Scott through a few doors and into what looked like a stereotypical psychiatrist's office.

It really did look the part, almost exactly like what a Freudian psychologist's office would in the movies. Everything was dark wood; the chairs, the desk, the tables, even the floor, which was covered by a red and brown patterned Persian rug. The sofa - or bed, whatever one would call the thing the patient would lay on - was similarly detailed, far past the point of tastelessness. There were two glass curios, also with wooden frames, filled with small decorative items; little statues, busts, carvings, and so on. In the corner was a marble replica of The Thinker.

"Well, this sure looks..." Scott began, instantly regretting saying anything. Luckily, the fox gave him a broad smile.

"We find that matching the preconceptions a patient has does wonders for getting them into the right mood. It's like medical doctors with their white robes," he laughed, gesturing towards the couch.

Scott sat down. "So, how do we do this?" he asked.

"I'm glad you asked!" the fox began. "First, we're going to put you into a hypnotic state..."

"I'm not sure if I-" Scott started, but was interrupted.

"It doesn't matter if you believe in it or not, that's why this method is new and exciting!" the doctor exclaimed. "You're going to wear this headset", he continued.

He handed Scott something that looked like a cross between a virtual boy and one of those new VR headsets, except it came with headphones. "Go ahead and put it on."

He did. It was a perfect fit. It was also extremely well-isolating, and he could just barely hear what the doctor was saying.

"...just relax", it sounded like. Well, if he was supposed to do anything else, he figured the fox would tell him.

The headset sparked to life, showing a relaxing seaside scene. The water was like glass. Relax. A voice spoke very quietly somewhere in the background. Scott complied. It wasn't as if he had anything else to do.

The voice kept repeating itself, growing gradually louder. Good. Relax. Breathe in. Breathe out. Deep breaths. In and out. Relax. The scene in the headset became animated, waves rhythmically moving in the water.

Scott could feel his muscles relaxing, his mind growing more sluggish. The repetition of the waves crashing on the beach had an almost meditative quality to it. He wasn't sure how much time passed. It felt like a long time, but in reality it was only a few minutes before the hypnosis started changing his thoughts.

Good boy. Relax.

The fennec hesitated. Something inside him told him not to do it, but the sofa was comfortable and the voices soothing, so he kept listening, even as his subconscious mind told him to tear the headset off and run away.

You're a good boy. You're feeling relaxed and enjoying this session.

Was he? He wanted to resist, for... some reason. He couldn't tell why, there was just something wrong about the scenario, but it also felt very right at the same time. He was starting to feel aroused for no apparent reason, his maleness tenting his pants. He hoped the doctor would notice- wait, did he? His thoughts were slipping away one by one. He wasn't sure where he was anymore.

Good boy. You're starting to feel aroused. You want to obey. Obeying feels good.

Yep, he was a good boy alright, doing exactly what the voice was telling him to. The scene had changed to a psychedelic mess of colours, now, shifting and pulsating rhythmically. It was soothing to stare into, and Scott found himself getting lost in.

Relax. Think about cocks. Good boy. Knotted, flared, barbed cocks. You love all of them.

The fennec obeyed, picturing all kinds of erect members, caressing them in his thoughts. Feeling how hot, firm and smooth they all were, engorged with desire.

You feel confident in seducing any male you want. Good boy. You don't feel shy about wanting their cocks inside you. It feels right to have men mount and breed you. You're a confident little slut...

The voice was right, of course. The fennec did love cocks, and he didn't understand why he hadn't gotten any under his tail yet. He was a natural little slut, eager to take all the cocks he wanted, all the cocks he deserved.

You've had so many beasts fuck and fill you. You're a expert slut at this point, able to seduce any man.

Of course he wasn't a virgin, why would he think that? Scott discarded the thought, he'd lost his virginity the second he was legal. He hadn't been shy then and if there'd been any anxiety, it was gone now. This was what he did for fun, all the time.

You know exactly what you want. You're not shy about it. You never ask for a condom. You love feeing every eager male fill you with his seed.

It was like the headset could read his mind, it was right again. Scott loved going bareback, and he loved feeling men shudder, growl and throb as they emptied their balls into his body. How was it that the voice knew his every desire? He made a mental note to ask the doctor about it, at least after he seduced him. He was quite the sexy fox, after all, and Scott wasn't the type to shy away from taking what he wanted. He'd just have to finish this session first. As much as he needed a cock in his ass right now, the voices and images were so soothing and relaxing.

At some point, he must've dozed off. He woke up when the doctor removed the headset.

"So, how do you feel?" he asked.

"Well, uh... strange, but good?" Scott began to answer, hesitating. He wasn't quite sure. "I can't remember what exactly happened," he continued. He really couldn't, no matter how hard he tried; he remembered putting on the headset and watching the waves, and then... he fell asleep? Either that, or the hypnosis was successful.

He did feel a bit more confident. He also felt aroused, for some reason. It was the same sort of arousal one would feel when very tired, where it seemed to have come from nowhere. The doctor kept talking, but Scott wasn't really listening. He felt oddly warm and fuzzy, and like he really needed to get fucked. Noah was quite a sexy fox, the fennec figured, and his eyes were drawn to the vulpine's groin. He could just barely see the outlines of his sheath.

He wanted some of that. He needed it.

Scott took a step towards the fox, so that he was standing right in front of him. Then, putting his arms on Noah's hips, he planted a surprise kiss on his muzzle before the doctor had a chance to protest. Not that he seemed to want to, instead he smirked and answered the kiss, opening his mouth to invite the fennec's tongue to tangle with his own. While he had the fox locked in a proper kiss, the fennec pushed himself against Noah, grinding his jeans-covered sheath into the doctor's, wordlessly telling the fox just how aroused he was. To his pleasure, he felt the fox's bulky maleness growing stiffer by the second as well.

Noah was, of course, quite pleased as well as aroused. The fennec was responding exactly as his new programming said he should to the presence of a male, while thinking it was his own decisions. He licked the fennec's lips and wrestled with his broad tongue, drawing a shivering moan from the fennec. While he quite enjoyed the academic part of this study, nothing could quite beat the post-experimental pleasures of a newly sluttified fur.

Scott broke the kiss, licking down the fox's chin, neck and then chest, unbuttoning the white coat he was wearing as he sank to his knees, to be eye to eye with the vulpine's now very noticeable bulge. He nuzzled it through the fabric, drawing in the slight musky scent and feeling the heat of the engorged member against his nose.

Deftly, he unbuttoned Noah's pants and pulled them down, leaving his sheath in unobstructed view. It was covered in soft tawny fur, and the fennec wasted no time in getting his paws on it, rubbing as he pulled the sheath back and let the vulpine's cock flop free. He gave it a quick lick, drawing a groan from the doctor, who placed his hands on the fennec's head, scratching behind his ears as he acquainted himself with the slick, red maleness.

Gingerly, Scott gave the tip a kiss, smearing a bead of precum over his lips. He stuck his tongue out, licking the underside of the canid member, and then, wrapping his lips around the head, slurped the whole thing into his maw, making the fox give another stuttering moan. Scott went to work, easily coaxing the moaning fox into full hardness; he was an experienced cocksucker, after all, or so he thought. He kept one paw on the shaft, moving it back and forth with his head, letting the cock penetrate a little deeper into his mouth with each movement. With his free paw, the fennec caressed the Fox's full balls, rolling them between his fingers and feeling them twitch as he sucked, no doubt eager to unload their full cargo of virile fox cream. Scott knew, of course, that they were better emptied deep under his tail, so he kept his oral ministrations to a lovingly gentle level rather than going all out.

Soon enough, the fox was leaking clear, tangy precum into the fennec's mouth with each bob, heralding an impending release. Scott let the doctor's cock flop out of his muzzle, wanting to avoid a premature climax. The fox shuddered a bit, feeling the cool air of the office on his naked member.

As Scott stood back up, he wiggled out of his pants, easing them off and revealing more of his lithe, cream-colored body. He swung around and pressed his body against Noah's, sticking out his round ass and rubbing it into the fox's arousal.

"You hungry little cockslut," Noah growled, breaking the silence. "I'm going to pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking all the way home".

He grabbed the fennec by the hips and moved him to face the gaudily wallpapered office wall, guiding him to bend forwards and brace himself against the it, with his ass out. Scott eagerly raised his tail for the bigger fox, giving him an unobstructed view of his little pink hole.

Noah drank in the sight of the bared and willing fennec, while he positioned his tip at his entrance. While the fennec thought he was an experienced and well-used cockwarmer, Noah knew he'd have to go slow, so as to not the hurt the fennec's virgin body. It wasn't easy. All he wanted to do was plunge his cock deep into that lithe, androgynous body and fuck the fennec hard until he painted his insides white with seed. But he paced himself. He rubbed his length so that a few squirts of precum lubricated the fennec's tailhole somewhat, and then started pushing inwards, gritting his teeth.

The fennec let out a girlish moan as he felt the fox slowly entering him. It stung a bit, which momentarily confused him - didn't he have a horse fuck him not too long ago? - but it was also intensely pleasurable to let him penetrate him, like a good boy. As always, few things made him feel oh so sexy and confident as getting someone aroused enough to mount him. Just the thought that the hardness spreading him open was something he caused was enough to make him moan.

Scott was already fully hard, himself, and with his cock bobbing up and down, dripping precum all over the office carpet, he was afraid he'd cum before the doctor had even filled him. Of course, his virgin body was very snug and hot around the invading shaft.

Noah groaned. He dug his claws into the carped to get more force, to push himself deeper into the fennec. He was tight as a vice, instinctively clenching around his cock, as if trying to milk him for his cum. He'd be so rich when he released the definitive version of this method- but on the other hand, right now he was desperately aroused enough that he'd have given away all the money earned just to breed his little cocksleeve of a fennec.

The fennec moaned and groaned with each inch of cock sliding through his pre-slicked sphincter. The friction was delicious, but the fox's cock rubbing into his prostate was even more so, and by the time the vulpine's heavy balls pushed against his own, he was constantly whimpering, teetering on the edge of climax.

Noah was panting heavily, finally balls-deep in the fennec. He gave a few tentative thrusts, but the fennec kept breeding himself on his cock, rocking his body back and forth and squeezing down on him, behind his swelling knot. All the fox could do was grind his hips into the fennec each time he pushed back. He felt that familiar pressure building in his balls as he passed the point of no return. The seconds seemed to drag as he tensed up more and more.

And then he came, with a pleasured moaning sigh. Scott could feel the very base of the vulpine cock throbbing against his sphincter. He wasn't sure if he could feel the cum, but he could picture it perfectly in his mind's eye, the invading member expanding as it spewed thick, white fox seed inside him in a futile attempt to breed his bitch. It set the fennec off, too, and he clenched around the doctor's maleness while painting the office wall with his seed.

The feeling of the fennec's already too tight passage squeezing around his already oversensitive cock was nearly too much. He had to bite down on the fennec' shoulder to muffle a yelp as he poured his seed into his clutching guts, filling Scott with his first load of cum, sure to be the first of many.

For several minutes they stood there, tied, Scott resting against the wall and fox resting against Scott's warm body.

"Phew," Noah finally exhaled, as his knot began to deflate, slowly but surely, causing a trickle of cum to roll down the fennec's fuzzy legs. "Well, I'm glad to announce that the treatment was a great success."

"What treatment?" replied the fennec.

"Oh, just a confidence boost. You not remembering it is a sign that it's working correctly", the fox replied with a smirk.

Much like Noah had said he would, Noah found his underwear getting wet from cum leaking out of him as he walked home. He couldn't remember exactly why he needed a confidence boost; the tangible sensation of having satisfied a man with his body made him feel confident enough. On that note, he figured he might go in for a repeat treatment, just to make sure it took.

Either that, or he'd seduce that hot tiger in his class.