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This short story was originally posted to Twitter serially as a run up to Midwest Furfest 2017 (https://twitter.com/ViroTestTubeAD/status/93486459...).

By popular demand, I am posting it here lightly edited as one continuous piece of text. Hope you enjoy!

Cheers, Viro

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You're chatting in a group of your friends in the lobby.

I calmly walk up behind you and slip a black leather collar around your neck, my paw firm on your shoulder.

With a click you hear the metal clasp of my leash snap on. "Tell them you have go. They'll see you Monday," I say with a lupine grin.

You blush bright red. You stammer, suddenly unable to get a full sentence out. I step closer to you.

You can feel my heat radiating all along your body, sending a concentration of warmth to your thighs as well. My claws sink in to your shoulder. "Now, pup."

"Guys, I have to go, I -- where am I going?"

"You'll be safe with me," I say, my claws sinking in painfully as you feel the collar tug uncomfortably on your neck.

"I'll... Be safe with him," you say, despite yourself, blushing deeper than you ever have.

Inexorably, your body betrays you and you feel your tail raise as you press into my warmth, your tailhole seeming to need to feel the hot, hard lump of my maleness pressed against it before we even make it back to my room.

Your heart falls as you realize you are already mine.

Your friends can tell you need some privacy and make excuses to leave.

Suddenly, we're alone in a sea of strangers, but all you can see, smell, feel, is me.

I throb against your tailhole, smearing some of my pre against it, having soaked through my underwear and jeans. "Follow."

The leash is already just for show; it never loses its slack, because you and I both know you'd follow me anywhere.

I smirk the entire way back to my room, enjoying the looks I get with my blushy, conquered prize. You.

We're barely through the door of the room before my shirt is off and the sharp scent of my musk and arousal hits your nostrils.

Whatever shred of willpower you had left is savaged by my pheromones as they wriggle into your mind.

"Undress, fucktoy." And of course, you do.

I push you onto the bed, quickly wrapping your wrists in the leash and forcing them painfully above your head.

With one paw I hold them there, using the other to pull you towards me by the collar, my breath hot against your muzz as I lean in to force my tongue past your lips.

I aggressively explore your muzz with my tongue, enjoying the mixed scent of arousal and fear and exertion wafting from your pits as I do.

Your hardness goes ignored as it drools onto your stomach. You know as well as I do that this is all about pleasing me... Why do you want that so much?

Finally, I draw back and reach down near your maleness, glowering at your flushed face as I do so.

I can feel you relax a little as you make the mistake of thinking I am about to pleasure you.

Instead I scoop up your pre and rub it on my rampant maleness, applying some of the copiously leaking male nectar beneath your tail as well.

Your blood runs cold as you realize that's all the lubrication I intend to use.

Suddenly your legs are hooked over my shoulders and I'm supporting your weight.

You try to object... To tell me I'm too big... That you need more lube.

I stick my musky undies in your muzz to silence you.

"Stop whining. You and I both know this is happening. If you relax you might even enjoy it. If you don't, you'll just be tighter for me."

I lock eye contact with you as I force my angry red tip past the entrance of your tailhole, the searing pain making my smile unforgettable.

I never break eye contact with you as I hold your jaw and force you to look at me.

"Take deep breaths. Relax. Tell your body you want this or I'll make it hurt on purpose, fucktoy. You're mine and you know it."

You couldn't disobey me if you wanted to. And from the look in my eye, you know I already know how broken you are. You blush crimson once more.

Immediately you relax your tail and let me inside.

My own pre floods your tail, adding to the meager lubrication offered by your own betraying maleness as I begin to take my pleasure from you.

Long, slow, deep thrusts.

Grunting and growling as I slowly fuck you.

Stretching you out for the pounding I need to give you if I want to coat the walls of your tailhole with my virile male seed.

My pace picks up as I tower over you, rivulets of sweat running down from my musky pits and dripping onto your face.

Your arms remain pinned painfully above your head as I longdick you in earnest, harder and deeper.

Finally, I lean in to your ear and grow "mine" with a feral timbre to my voice.

Just at that moment, you feel my thick, heavy manhood flood you with my male essence -- so much more male than anything you've ever encountered.

Jet after jet, you feel my penis unload in your body, injecting you deep with my cum.

So much deeper than you were ready for -- but with my musk in your nostrils, you don't care.

You dimly reflect on the fact that I never asked to go bare, blushingly deeply at the thought of how pleased you are to have my seed inside of you.

You know it's an honor to carry a true Alpha's cum.

"Here, take this," I say, handing you a tail plug with the words "Viro's fucktoy" embroidered in the fur.

"That's the only play you're going to have all con if you take that out for anyone but me. Understand, fucktoy?"

You nod, blushing.

"You keep my cum in you as long as you can, and if you ever need to let it out, you come find me to replace it. Understand, fucktoy?"

"Y-yes Sir," you mumble, tearing up in embarrassment.

Your cheeks burn with shame as you realize that you're agreeing with whatever I want reflexively -- you're nodding along before I even finish. You really are mine.

"Run along now, fucktoy," I say, removing the leash but not the collar from your neck.

"Keep that on. Wouldn't want anyone to forget you've been had."

"Yes Sir," you say as you leave my room.

As the door closes with a soft click, you're suddenly jolted back to reality by the din of the Hyatt lobby floors below you and the searing pain you feel beneath your tail.

~Welcome to MFF~