FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Fucking Oneself

Copying Magic at The Jacketed Fox

---

Original written by thatonefurr

Edited and extension added by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

The Jacketed Fox shop was nondescript in the harbor district of Dalon, though it was of a reasonable size, the light blue with gray accents topped by a dark blue metal roof. Everyone knew that it offered leatherworking, upholstery and tailoring - among other things, though it was the other things that drew the greatest clientele, those who wanted a little more of personal experience. A crow stood outside the door with a solemn expression, his beak clamped tightly, though his rubber boots and hip-waders were strange attire to enter such an establishment in. Yet he could not wait out there forever.

The steel chain fell back as he entered, colliding with the bell to clank and jangle, alerting the shop keeper that there was a customer there. Pausing, he scanned the counter, the binders there catching his attention while he waited. Some were lined with images of completed projects and he shifted his weight nervously, impatient to be waiting.

"One moment - be right with ya!"

The voice emanated from the back room and the crow sighed lightly, trying to occupy himself. Waiting had never been his strong suit. One of the binders was more easily interesting than the other, not pushing the limits of what he was personally comfortable with, the side that was presented to the public and, well, his line of work. Car seats, boat covers, tents... Yes, those were things that he could get behind but even he knew that that was not where the biggest money-maker of the little shop with so many secrets laid.

No, that was in a little black binder that was connected by a chain to the counter as if it was something that people would regularly try to steal, although he could not imagine why himself. Still, it was in easy reach and he grabbed for it, casting an eye back to the door behind the counter, cracked but still quiet. A peek would do no harm.

It was all as he'd expected and it took his breath away, though he could not have said whether that was in a good way or a bad way. On each page was a furry wearing some manner of bondage or fetish wear, each one seeming to be racier than the last. A pair of male huskies in chest harnesses, paws behind their backs; a golden palomino mare holding a crop with a corset thrusting up her breasts; a giraffe lady with an expertly crafted collar that must have been at least two feet in width to look right on her naturally long neck.

Damn...

_ _

Maybe he should not have snooped but he was too enraptured, heart beating hard in his chest, skin hot and yet not sweating. But the first he knew of the owner appearing was the crack of something snapping furiously right behind him, his heart leaping, feet scuttling to turn, yet rendering him as clumsy as a drunkard, stuttering and mumbling his apologies, breath tight in his chest where it was not to be spent.

There stood the owner, a black and red fox who went by the name of Oni, with a wicked look on her face, a streak of red running down her front, though the leather work apron she was wearing left what was further down to the imagination. Of course, she was garbed in her wares and put on a show for him, a strip of leather in her paws that she pushed together so that the two strips, folded, made a squashed O-shape before, again, she snapped them apart, showing him with a smirk just what had made the crack that had startled him so.

The crow cursed and mumbled under his breath, trying to smooth down his ruffled feathers, eyes going everywhere but to her as his cheeks heated up. Damn it, why did she always have to tease him so?

"Welcome to The Jacketed Fox," Oni said, ears pricked and eyes alight with mischief. "I see you have found our special project binder... Please do not remove it from the shop. Is there something I can help you with...sir?"

Squawking, he shook his head, though he had, of course, come in there for something.

"Damn it, Oni... You didn't have to creep up on me from behind," he grumbled, feeling out of place, shifting his weight anxiously even as he returned the binder. "I'm not like the others."

Laughing lightly, Oni only shook her head.

"Well, you know me, Malcom... I so do love when magpies just start grabbing shiny things and looking at all the booty here without asking. You tempt me too much. You've seen this a dozen times now and you never seem any keener on it either... At least, at first, that is."

She snapped the binder shut where it had been left open, if returned, and tucked it away properly, removing the work apron to reveal her rather plain clothing: a white shirt and shockingly tight, for what she was doing, black yoga pants.

"I'm a crow, not a magpie. And I don't go around snatching all your 'shinies', as you call them, plus I enjoy looking at the lovely...art. Yes, art."

He took a deep breath, ruffling his feathers. He was getting too heated. She had a way about doing that to him.

"Enough about that... I wanted to see if I could pick up my order today. The seats and the canvas top for my boat?"

Oni nodded, all business.

"Just finished the last few push snaps, that's not a problem. I wasn't happy with the coating on the steel snaps, so I pulled 'em out and put brass ones in. I know you wanted the cheaper ones but I didn't want to have to repair them in a month when they rusted out. I won't charge my best customer for that."

Her words came with a smirk, though Malcom took a breath, merely nodding. Damn her...

"Figured I would get a season or two out before having to bring it back. Can I see it then? Sure it's all your usual quality, the best you have."

By way of answer, Oni flipped up part of the counter, allowing him back behind as she led him without a single word back to the workshop. He'd been there before and it was easy enough to pick out his sets of waterproof seats and the canvas that would do him well, though he was sure that they were far from the most interesting things that the fox worked on even as she showed him just what she'd done with his order.

As she talked, words flowing over him in comfortable jargon, he ran his hand, wings running down his arms where they would have, in many years gone by, been used for flight, the material giving a little as he gave them a push. Excellent quality, as usual. That would cost. He sighed, shaking his head.

"It's all good, Oni... How much?"

Grinning, the fox checked her work tablet, tapping the screen for a moment.

"Materials all together ran at one-thousand-one-hundred-and-seventy dollars... Then thirty hours of labor come to five-hundred-and-seventy dollars... That'll be a total of one-thousand-seven-hundred-and-forty dollars today."

Malcom let out a defeated caw, sagging noticeably.

"Damn... Can I do a payment plan?" Malcom tried to look as appeasing as possibly, clasping his hands before his chest. "I can pay you, what...a thousand now and the rest next week after my charter, I promise."

Oni looked at the crow, that was then tilting his head at a weird angle seemingly trying to look cute. Did he really think that would work on her? She sighed.

"You know my policy... You want a payment plan, you gotta wear a 'reminder'. That or something of equal value to hold as collateral. That's all I've got for you."

Malcom grinned.

"Sure thing, I can do that! How bad can it be? I'll pay you back next week then and you get your advertising, everyone wins, right?"

Oni grinned widely, near enough ferociously, her smile too large for her muzzle.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that it's going to be all that easy for you, birdie. There are more items to model now, the harness, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, boots... Don't worry, I'll let you use normal ones, not pony-type... Let's see... And the vest, collar and cage. You just have to spin my little wheel of pleasure here and then we'll see what advertising you end up with out there!"

Malcom winced, casting his eyes about. Of course, she had them laid out already on a bench, the items something that he tried not to look at, regardless of how they made the pit of his stomach twist in a way that he was not yet sure of. The wheel was something that she'd made up as a gimmick, each item having its own slot on it with stark, black text, towering over a normal anthro and requiring a fair bit of strength too to give it a good spin. Clacking the edges of his beak together, Malcom shook his head. Everything was a game with Oni.

"Not that bad..." It was that bad. "Wait, the cage... You won't get any advertising out of that, that's not needed, is it?"

Her smirk told him it was even as he backed up, holding up his hands as if he thought that would stall her.

"You're just playing me now, aren't you?"

"Ohhh, now, is the crow a little chicken? Too chicken to try a cage? Maybe you don't need this for your boat, after all, then!"

She made a show of going to take his stuff away but it was all needed, Malcom's heart leaping as he scrambled to stop her, sighing and fumbling for words even as Oni smirked and waited, an eyebrow raised.

"Spin the wheel, birdie, see what you end up with."

But Malcom only had one option to hand and sighed as he dug into his bag, rifling by the cords within for a potion that he had, at least, been saving for a few days yet.

"Fine, sure, sure... I'll spin your damn wheel, but I'm waiting for your ass to get stuck on a knot one of these days, you sly vixen."

Oni grinned.

"You know that's not going to happen, not with Storm around. Not like I'm going to shag an elder dragon either, so you don't get your wish there."

He spun the wheel, trying not to think about it too much, watching it go around and around, clacking lightly. But which item would it land on? Which would be both his excitement and his punishment, his advertisement for something that would, hopefully, bring her even more business than before?

Clack...

_ _

Boots.

Clack....

_ _

Harness.

Clack...

_ _

Cuffs... It was slowing.

Clack... Clack!

_ _

Of course, it could only be one thing: the cage. The lower part of his beak dropped and he gaped incredulously, Oni's whistle cutting through the air.

"Wow, you got the hard one - karma! Now, best if I get you fitted right for this, or you can try it yourself, can't say that'll be all that comfortable for you though.

"Wait!"

He shook his head, holding up the little potion from his bag, though even he feared that it would be too late for that.

"I can trade this, collateral," he pushed frantically, eyes wild. "It's a good one, I was saving it... I'm not lying!"

Oni's eyebrows shot up.

"Well, let's see it then, properly now. Otherwise, you're going to have to corvid up and cage up, boy. You can't get out of this."

Holding out the palm-sized bottle, he let her see, though couldn't quite bring himself to hand it over just yet.

"It's a home brew, supposed to make a copy of yourself for a few hours, gender of your choice." Hanging his head, he loathed giving it up: that was just why he hadn't tossed it to her in the first place. "You know, something when you don't want to use a hand or a toy, the perfect fuck buddy..."

That was more embarrassing to admit than it should have been but Oni flicked her tail, gingerly taking the bottle with the very tips of her claws.

"You're joking, right? That's strong shit just to make a blow-up doll you can fuck. And what would I need that for with a big ass gryphon about to fuck me silly? Not worth anything to me, crow."

He waved his hands, arm feathers puffing up even within his sleeves.

"No, no, it's not a dumb doll - it's a full copy, but short-term... You'll both feel what the other is feeling, so you can fuck yourself... Just in the fun way?"

He struggled with his words and Oni's eyebrows, if it was even possible for them to do so, shot up a notch higher.

"Insane..." She could not help but be a little interested. "Who did you blow to get this?"

Malcom rubbed his neck sheepishly.

"Er... A friend that used to work at the potions guild. And there was no blowing involved..."

"Surely."

Studying the bottle, she pursed her lips.

"So, this won't land anyone in the drunk tank? How do I know it's the real deal?"

"He wouldn't give me something that wasn't safe," Malcom insisted. "Sooo... Are we good? A potion and the cash for now? I'll pay the rest back, I swear. There's no need to go...overboard."

Shaking the potion, Oni studied the blue and gold swirling together, flaking apart and twisting into one another.

"You're lucky I was planning on a trip next week. Could have taught you a good lesson about the policy here. You wore that cute little pink collar for long enough last time."

Malcom blushed.

"Yeah, I know... You got plenty of business out of that one though."

"Sure, but that's by the by, feather-butt. Grab your seats and your top before I change my mind. Go fly, my little magpie, and bring the nice foxy her shinies now, would you?"

Malcom shook his head, hustling still to do as she told him."

"Who's the real magpie here? You're the one wanting shinies and, when you don't get them straight away, you want to do horrible things to me!"

But he was too busy making good on his escape, rushing to load his stuff, darting back and forth through the shop while Oni took pleasure in his haste.

"And send me photos of you fucking yourself!" He called back one last time, throwing caution to the wind, even though he really was not the sort of crow that should have been demanding such lewd things. "I want to see if I'm not going to get to use the damn thing myself!"

Slamming the door, the chain whipped back and forth, rattling and clanging as she rushed to give him one last parting gift, though the tease of her flipping up her shirt to show her breasts was not going to do more than rile him up for but a moment. He wouldn't see the photos, she'd make sure of that, but she'd make sure the pain in the ass of a crow knew that they existed, saying that he wasn't interested in that sort of thing but wondering what it was like in the next breath.

"Malcom, Malcom..." She murmured to herself. "When you are you gonna learn that I just love messing with you? You're too much fun..."

There was only one thing to do, shutting up the shop for the day as she headed upstairs to her living area over the shop, stalking into the bathroom with the air of someone on a mission. Yet it was a kinky mission that would have her stripping out of her clothes, looking herself over in the mirror with pride and passion. Damn, she'd worked hard on that body! Six foot four inches was not had but it was the muscle layered nicely over her and her round ass that did her justice, along with the heaving chest, nipples dark and tingling in the cool air, that gave her an hourglass shape. Who could want for more?

"You're one hell of a vixen... But how is a bloke version going to look?"

There was only one way to find out, though she did not mind thinking that she hoped, at least, that her other half's cock was on the larger side. That would be good, just the thing she needed for a bit of stress relief.

She shook out the bottle, back in the kitchen, though she made a face at the little potion, knowing that it was unlikely to be pleasant going down her throat. Ah well...

"Bottoms up!"

She glugged it, popping the cork and tipping it back at the same time so that she dumped it straight down her throat. It was vile but she pinched her nose and groaned, swallowing hard and fast. Worse than an old load of cum... She couldn't help gagging, coughing and retching even as she slammed the bottle down, every last drop gone and doing its job.

"Damn it... Dear god..."

But she couldn't get out any more words as she latched onto her phone, taking a moment for some water if only to try to wash some of the rancid taste from her mouth. It clung and stuck and she didn't even want to work her tongue to get it out from behind her teeth, eyes wide and strained.

Her abode was larger than it appeared and there was only one place she'd like to be when her copy appeared, darting straight into the door next to her usual bedroom - the play room. Ah, there was nothing like it and the chrome studs gleamed on the door itself even as she slipped inside, smirking at the little image of her cartoon self on the door, denoting what could happen inside. Of course, she had had herself drawn in a straightjacket and a comically large, red ballgag - and didn't it set off the hue of her fur so very nicely too?

A king-size, four-poster bed greeted her, perfect for bondage, pictures of Oni and her friends lining the walls, all engaged in various kinky acts. Bondage hung on hooks on the wall and she stepped forward, light on her feet, as the rubber floor brushed up against her bare hind paws, a kiss that she adored even in the prelude to something more. A wooden cross, a spanking bench... Oh, she could not have outfitted it better for herself, though she was in the market for a new armbinder after her last had broken in a fit of passion. She was on her spare one, for heaven's sake! But she could make one and it'd be better than the last, Oni licking her lips as she flopped on the bed, tapping the screen to open up her IM.

A quick photo and a quick tease sent off to a friend, lovingly listed as Blue Bitch in her phone. She knew that she was down as something like She's Escaped in Ithilwen's phone anyway, so the feeling was mutual, hah... She had time before the potion kicked in and, oh, Oni was not a fox to get bored.

Oni: Just sending you a welfare message! Got my paws on a new potion, supposed to make a fuckable, mirror image, of myself. Hell yeah, right? If you don't hear from me in a few hours, give me a call.

_ _

That'll do it, she thought with a smirk. And sending...to Blue Bitch. Hah!

_ _

Elsewhere, Ithilwen's phone went off, the white and blue wolf replying swiftly, which was, at least, appreciated.

Ithilwen: If you go all lust mad again, I'm just sending Dick Gryphon to fix it with that baseball bat he calls a cock...

Oni: Oh, come on, he's only, like, twenty-seven inches, not like some of those drakes at the VH.

_ _

Ithilwen: Yeah, sixteen feet long...two tons... They have an excuse for that! Plus we know his nuts are the same size. Point in case, did he really fill that bathtub before with you in it?

_ _

Oni smirked, tapping a reply.

Oni: Told you! Get him to fill it for you! And tell me all about it! And love you, you know just how to catch your crazy fox with big dick meat... TTYL!

_ _

It was happening, her whole body tingling, though it was not a transformation of any kind that was to come over her. She set her phone aside as she pushed up from the bed - but, wait, she was still on the bed! It was strange, very strange, two parts of herself separating as she saw with two pairs of eyes at the same time, gasping for breath, clawing at the bed, rolling onto her stomach... Everything was happening too quickly as she whimpered, vertigo claiming her as she tumbled to the padded floor.

And then everything was normal again but not normal either at the same time. She groaned, rubbing her elbow and hip where she'd connected too solidly with the floor (she wasn't as young as she used to be), looking up to see...herself staring back at her from the bed.

Yet he was not her and the male version of her blinked and raised an eyebrow, lips breaking into a cocky smirk. Oni exhaled softly, eyes wide. Even her heart seemed to beat more quietly, understanding the sexual magnitude of the situation at hand.

"Oh, shit... It actually worked."

The other fox, however, clearly had no need for small talk, looking her over and then back at his muscled, buff form, though he was, in all other ways, simply a copy of her.

"Damn, our ass is nice... Wait 'til I get to fuck it!" He threw his paws up, falling back on the bed. "Best fucking existence ever!"

"Well, at least it doesn't look like we'll have to have the talk before getting it on then, you seem pretty with it." She licked her lips, lust rising, a hot, male form drawing on her desire as it always did. "You need any help there getting up, big boy? Fuck, I'm hot..."

His large sheath beckoned her and he crawled up on all fours, letting her see just how his meaty orbs dangled, heavy within their sack.

"Yeah, yeah... Make fun of the guy who's only existed for about twenty seconds, fuck you."

But it was all said in jest and Oni pulled him up from the bed, standing face to face, though he was a good head taller than her, weighing much more, his upper body and fur closer to that of a husky's with a fox-like appearance to his muzzle.

"Sooo... What should I call myself for now?" He said, tilting his head curiously. "And, no, not fucking Mr Meeseeks or crap like that!"

Oni chuckled, running her paws down his chest, already leaning in, want running wild.

"Let's go for Jack, hm? We always use it for sending in reviews for male products here..."

With her phone in paw, she had to capture the moment, even as her breath rasped warmly by her lips, teasing out as she took a quick three-sixty degree shot of him, zooming in on the fox's crotch, the heavy nuts, the fat sheath plumping out with the temptation of his cock to come.

Damn, he's fine...

_ _

She turned the camera on herself even as Jack struck a pose, licking her lips salaciously, eyes narrowed with lust.

"Oh, this piece of meat looks delicious... And it's all mine!"

Closing the camera, that video was destined to go to Ithilwen, though the wolf would have to wait to hear all about it later if she didn't take the hint.

Oni: Video attached! This is gonna be insane - get here ASAP!

_ _

Ithilwen: Fuck, I'm on the other side of the island. Don't fuck yourself stupid in the meantime, I'll try to get there!

_ _

Oni: You're just jealous how hot I look... BRB, gotta pop a few of my own cherries!

_ _

Tossing her phone away, she eyed up her hot male for the day, tongue lolling out as her body tried to cool itself.

"So... You got a hand on your soldier there, big boy," she purred, sashaying up to him, her paw already on Jack's sheath. "It's... Ohhh!"

They groaned in unison, both feeling it, a strange tingle and flutter of sensation that was foreign to Oni and yet not something that she felt that she could do justice putting words to. Jack hunched into her, grabbing for her arms, though that was all the sense of stability he was going to get as she ground and arched back against him, though they were not quite in the right position to get the rising spire of his cock-meat into her cunt.

"Ah..." Oni's head spun. "Holy shit, that was...ah...interesting!"

But it was far more than just interesting as she felt every last thing that she did to his sheath, the trembling touch of her fingers teasing down, even squeezing his nuts as sensation bounced between the two of them. Heated whimpers and passed between their lips, his head dipping to hers, and the male fox hungrily drew her into a deep kiss, tongues tangling, though there was no telling just who was dominant.

"Unff..." He groaned into her mouth, drawing back only enough to breathe. "Ah... Hang on... Got to give...me a minute..."

Yet Oni had more in mind and sat back on the bed, breaking from him with some difficulty, her legs lewdly spread and fingers toying with the slit of her folds. The bud of her clit throbbed up and she circled the tip of her finger around it, moaning and grunting thickly in the back of her throat, tail tight down to her rump even though she really wanted to flag it and yet that delicious length of fuck-meat up in there.

She needed more though.

"Show me what it's like to paw off!"

Jack was only too happy to oblige as he grasped his cock, the length growing, a fat spire that would be more than enough to satisfy even a fox like Oni. It was as if something was expanding inside her, swelling and growing, but his cock kept right on pushing its way out, the male fox trying to concentrate as she teased herself too. One sensation compounded the complexity of the other, the tingling rise as she teased her clit with the tip of a claw against his closed paw pumping his firming-up length, and neither of them could truly tell who was experiencing what, their bodies linked for the time being despite the fragility of Jack's existence.

Jack bit his lip, groaning softly. How could her doing that to herself feel like she was teasing the head of his cock, swirling her fingers or even her tongue around and around? His mind had to liken it to a sensation that he knew and understood even as the vixen groaned, hungrily looking on as blood filled his length, the tip forming into a tapered nuance while the knot remained soft at the bottom, not yet inflated.

Oni groaned.

"Oooh, fuck... That tingles..."

Yet she didn't have the breath for more words as she squirmed, humping her hips up as if she was getting a cock in her right there and then. A phantom paw... That was strange, a strange sensation indeed, present but not present as foreign sensations pressed urgently on her mind, Jack huffing and panting hotly as he stroked his full length, ears twitching all the while. Her finger pressing on her clit with a greater desire than ever before fed back to Jack too and the fox arched his back as if in the midst of a thrust, jaws agape, unable to even consider closing them.

As he teased his sheath, letting her feel how that was pulling back from his cock, the fox's head pounded, trying to keep up with everything. It was a good existence to have but it was hard to focus, saliva even dripping from his tongue, wanting to know everything, to feel everything, his first feminine note of masturbation entering his mind in a way that was so very intimate it felt out of place. His cock was huge though and he relished putting it on display, a good thirteen inches long and, as he would later tell Oni, three inches thick too - and that was across the diameter! Her eyes locked onto it and he angled his body just so, allowing her the best view, pre-cum glistening at the tip as his body readied itself. Not that he would ever consider himself not to be ready, of course, but even squeezing the deflated knot at the very base brought them a joint swirl of ecstasy that had her moaning, rocking her hips up, whimpering for more.

Slumping down on the bed, Oni twisted so that she could see the show, letting the feel of his paw-job carry her through. She didn't really need to look as his cock seemed to expand, likening the situation to the idea of having her G-spot squeezed - not something that could happen in reality but the closest thing she could think of.

"Fuck..." She panted. "Is that why...why...ah... Why you guys like your knots being squeezed? Ah... Fuck!"

Jack nodded but didn't have the breath for more, focusing his attentions on more carnal pleasures, paw working quickly, teasing his length, the fat hunk of meat pushing up into his paw. And Oni was right there with him along every last step of the way, panting and heaving, feeling it all, though it felt as if it was inside her...but not at the same time. Oh, it didn't have to make sense but she moaned, all the same, watching his paw do its work, that miraculous, delightful work...

"Huff... Oh... Oh, that's enough for now."

She had to stop it there, eyeing up the equipment in the room. She'd lose control straight away if she allowed it to continue like that!

"To the cross, slut," she purred, flicking her hair back from her shoulders. "And let's get you properly dressed!"

The fox was more than eager to oblige, needing a little break himself even as he set himself up with his back to the cross, cock throbbing and pulsing, drooling so much pre-cum that she would have even have dared to say that he rivaled her gryphon. Fuck, he was so hot and so hard too, his cock steely and begging her attention. His eyes were on her too and she swung her hips for him, adoring how he lavished such attention on her tits and ass, the flick of her tail drawing his eyes in an instant.

"I'm gonna fuck us silly," he growled, eyes narrowing with lustful intent. "Don't go overboard there, vixen..."

"I'll do what I like!" She giggled, winking to him, though the wiggle of her hips softened her tone. "Just getting us in the mood..."

A set of cuffs and other tangles of gear sorted her out and she locked the leather cuffs around his wrists, giving them a slap as her lips quirked up on one side in a typical smirk. The cross, after all, had been designed for her!

"Go on - you know what to do!"

And he did as he lifted his arms swiftly, snapping the catches on the cuff D-rings into the carabineers; a swift tug showed him that he was unable to move his paws away, ankles done up in a similar fashion too, leaving him spread-eagled. Licking her lips, Oni drew her finger down his cock, cuffs on her wrists and ankles too, teasing him even as she pressed her body up against his.

"So hot... But this feels better with a hot pussy, doesn't it, slut?"

Whether she could call her male self a slut or not was beside the point as she ground back, standing with her back to him and sliding his cock back between her thighs as if she was actively riding the hard and ready length. He huffed and groaned, trying to thrust, but Oni had him right where she wanted him, her body ready for bondage even as confusing sensation after sensation swirled through her mind, her teasing arousal slickening down the length of his aching spire.

Her damp slit practically wrapped itself around as much of his girth as it could as she ground and humped back and forth, only pausing to put a collar around Jack's throat, though there should well enough have been one around her neck too. Perhaps that would come later? Her mind fogged over, replacing one sensation with another, panting heavily, her pulse pounding so viciously that she should have slowed down. And yet...she could not, would not. Not until she was satisfied with her copy, that all that could be accomplished with a sexy, male, stud of a fox to toy with.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the sensations faded after each new experience, what was shared between their bodies, forcing her to find new and innovative things to do, pushing the boundaries and the limits. Maybe it was intended so that they didn't get off too quickly but that bit of the potion was something she would have to dig into a little bit later on.

"Ohhh..." She moaned, letting her own sensations rule as she ground back on his cock, which jutted out between her legs as if it was her own. "This is nice... This is real nice. Have you ever tried bobbing for knots?" She smirked. "It's one of my favourite games...when I don't have a baseball bat to swallow, that is."

Demonstrating her shocking flexibility, she leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, Jack grunting and fighting the restraints, making the wood of the cross creak.

"Ah-ah... Behave now, fox..."

She would not have that and stepped away, leaving him whimpering, to take a quick photo of him all nicely trussed-up, his cock bouncing slightly in the absence of her. But she could not resist that turgid length and swallowed him down whole into the back of her throat, groaning around him, taking him even into her throat as she allowed him deeper and deeper. Of course, Jack could not thrust very much into her mouth and was left gasping and panting, her tease riling him up to ever-greater heights of pleasure.

A string of pre-cum and saliva connected her lips to his cock as she drew back for breath but that was only for a moment as Oni suckled him down again, unable to resist the flow of sensation, feeling as if she had a mouth taking something of hers too, though she could not say just how that worked.

It didn't matter. It didn't need to make sense as sensation washed over her, pleasure and pleasing coming together in a beautiful cacophony of sensation. Yet even that faded as she slurped and lapped sweetly down his cock, cradling and toying with his nuts for a new nuance, leaving everything slippery with her saliva as her pleasure rose more and more with every passing moment.

"Come on, big boy," she groaned, drawing back, her need coming too quickly. "If you think that that's all I want from you, you've really got another think coming."

But Jack was her and she was Jack and Jack knew just what she wanted as she released him. No words were needed as she thrust the straightjacket into his arms and he did the work for her, his fingers knowing just where to go as he fumbled and twisted, scraping to get it on her as she twisted and gyrated, humping as if that would be enough to get what she wanted. Of course, there was much more that she could do to him while on the cross but it was far better to her to squirm in the straightjacket, letting her other half flip her over onto her front, propped up only by her breasts, arms crossed before her and tightly restrained.

Her pussy beckoned him and his cock had been teased more than enough to desire the plunder of warmth she offered him. Jack licked his lips and hastened up behind her, the tip of his cock grinding between the lips of her pussy for a heartbeat of a moment before ramming in. And she took him like a pro, regardless of his size, his knot inflating too early but, hell, that wasn't going to stop either of them. Oni moaned out her passion, though her muzzle was occupied with the art of breathing, grinding and humping back, wanting more despite her position.

Of course, she could have gotten him to release her too...maybe. But part of the pleasure was in being tightly restrained, squirming, fighting, the claustrophobia of the straightjacket a tight hold on her as he ground in deep. Her pussy closed around him and she felt him penetrating her from his perspective too, their groans rising, though nothing of theirs was in time and in tune, whimpering and grunting. Everything they had, in that moment, they gave to one another, breath catching and lust driving them on and on to an ever-greater passionate ensemble that would lift them to another rise of delight.

He couldn't stop, thrusting and grinding, a strange sensation of being penetrated washing over Jack. Alas, he thrust so much that he lost the feeling almost as soon as it appeared but that was for him to worry about as he howled and snapped, jaws clicking with passion, tail wagging faintly. His other half, the vixen, lay beneath him, pinned under his weight, and he dragged her back on his cock by the hips, making her squeal and howl and make all manner of delightful noises that were the best possible music to his ears.

"Ah..." She whimpered, eyes half-lidded, pleasure tightening in the pit of her belly. "So... So close..."

And he knew it too, hammering into her, forcing her pussy to accept his hot length, slamming in over and over again, a snarl on his lips and desire in his heart. Everything came to a head and not even a copy of Oni could hold back as Jack roared and forced his knot to pop into her pussy, creaming in an instant as he thrust his partner over the edge into her own climax too.

Yet the fox didn't get to experience all that much of her climax as she twisted and whimpered, begging for it, wanting it all. She passed out as pleasure overcame her but the fox was free to enjoy every last thrust and grind, slammed as deeply up inside her as it was possible to be, heaving a grunt and a sigh as he spent his load into her tight cunt.

"Ahhh..." He groaned. "So... Fuck..."

But Jack didn't even feel capable of completing a sentence at that moment, skin prickling with heat, yet he was not quite with himself enough to know just when he was not alone.

"Well, well, well..."

Ithilwen grinned, standing in the doorway, unseen yet the watcher, the one that was simply waiting for her chance to pounce. Striking a pose, she let Jack take in her form, Oni still unfortunately passed out, her hair flowing all the way down to the small of her back.

"Fancy seeing you two here..."

The blue and white wolfess knew just how to draw attention, Jack whimpering even as Oni's head lolled lightly, teasing at the edge of consciousness. But she was there for her pleasure, taking in the scope of the two foxes, one as alike and as different to the other in the heat of the moment. She wasn't there to get on her knees and serve them but she'd be damned if she didn't get the fox stud eating out her pussy by the end of the night, giving Oni a taste even as she squirmed in that straightjacket, so deliciously bound. But Oni was out of it and she had the sexy stud of a fox there to adore, presenting him with a straightjacket too as she licked her lips with the lust of a true seductress.

"Put it on."

He had no choice and he wriggled as much into it as he could before Ithilwen helped him out, locked in and dragged back - well, as much as he could be dragged while his knot was still inside Oni.

"Ah, she'll wake up soon," Ithilwen said with a grin, tail wagging. "You're too much fun to ignore in the meantime and that potion thing only lasts for so long, I hear!"

Jack was eager to have her lips on his throat though and even more eager to feel her teeth, letting out a soft moan as his cock remained hard and ready within Oni. Drawing him back, Ithilwen freed him a little forcibly from Oni's pussy and only spared a moment to ensure her friend was okay, resting on her side within her cosy yet tight straightjacket, to have her fun with Jack, the one with the extra equipment and, well, actually awake at that time.

Oni would be fine. It wasn't like she hadn't slipped off in the middle of sex before, bless her.

"Now, fox..." Ithilwen breathed. "Get down..."

He knew what she meant - Oni had played with Ithilwen, of course, before too. It was all in good fun and he was more than eager to shove his muzzle up between her thighs, murmuring and slurping, suckling away at her pussy until he managed to get the throbbing nub of her clit between his lips. Perhaps Jack should have been a little more concerned as to why the wolf had turned up completely nude but it suited his needs well as she moaned, slinging a leg over his shoulder for balance and support, although she had to trust him to steady her, standing on only one leg as she was.

"Yes..." She hissed through her teeth, ears slanting back in pleasure. "Deeper... Oh, so much fucking deeper!"

The collar around his throat gave her a nice hold to latch onto and she dragged his muzzle against her, relishing in the moment as she humped and gyrated, intent only on her pleasure. And, even in her sleep, Oni parted her lips in the semblance of a moan, tasting Ithilwen's juices even as they flowed onto Jack's tongue and straight down the lustful fox's throat.

That wasn't all that Ithilwen would be satisfied with, however, shoving him away even as Jack whimpered, leaning in, wanting her taste even more as his tongue lashed the side of his muzzle. He tried to get every last drop of her essence that he could down his throat but his cock, still fully knotted, jutted out hard and eager, slick with Oni's arousal still, and that was a treat, indeed, that Ithilwen was not going to pass up!

In an instant, she had a leash clipped to his collar and him back on the bed, the wolf astride his hips, aching for his cock. It found her pussy as if seeking a target and she howled as she sank down, climaxing near enough instantly after the warm-up, although it would be far from her only one of the session that she intended on dragging out for as long as possible.

"Fuck..."

She hissed and snarled, yanking on his leash, but the slut of a fox was putty in her paws, groaning right along with her, trying to thrust up into her even as she ground forcibly down, taking every last inch. He was no true challenge for her but his huge knot may well be, stretching her pussy-lips every time she sank down, desperate for it, a wolfess possessed in a moment that she had never before anticipated striking her that particular day. Ithilwen whimpered but her pleasure was lost to a shriek of ecstasy, one orgasm rolling into the next as his knot popped into her, though not without a lick of pain.

The most potent pleasures, however, were so very apt to come and she forced herself on, pussy gripping his cock as Jack's head swirled, fighting the urge to cum. But he had to, had to fill her, and his nuts tightened in the prelude to climax, tugging up, wanting to churn, to spend his load, to pour every last drop he had into her. And he had a lot to give too, letting out a ragged howl the moment before climax hit him, though there was no possible way for even him to hold back as her pussy clenched down on his knot so wonderfully in the height of her rolling, writhing orgasm.

Shot after shot of hot cum filled her and Ithilwen yelped for the raw pleasure of it, trembling wantonly, sinking all the way down so that not a drop would go to waste. The tight seal of his knot, at least for the time being, helped along with that, however, as Jack thrust and grunt, gripping her hips, a pet to her but right where he wanted to be. And all the while, Oni lay beside them, ignorant to how her copy was being used, though she wouldn't have minded in the slightest, wrapped up in her straightjacket, her pussy soaked with arousal from feeling all that Jack was, even in the darkness of unconsciousness.

A high had to come to an end, however, and Ithilwen got his knot out of her tight cunt with some difficulty.

"Don't you soften?" She grunted, rubbing her lower abdomen. "Damn it... But, fuck, are you thick!"

Jack took that as a compliment but, with his leash in her paw, it seemed that he was due to hear many more like things being said as she led him away, amusement in her step. After all, he was a treat to be had and there was absolutely no reason, at least in her mind, why Oni should get all the fun all the time, what with the wicked little shop she had going there. It was no secret that the majority of what she made was fetish gear and, well, that paid well. Yet Jack tugged at her heartstrings like no other and she rather wanted to keep him around a while longer too.

Time to visit another potion-maker, I think... Maybe the trader is in town?

_ _

Either way, she'd find that way to keep him.

"There you go, foxy," she murmured, blowing Oni a kiss as she left with Jack on a leash. "He's mine for now! But I'm sure Storm will take care of you well enough when he gets back... You don't look right without your pussy stuffed full of cock."

And there the fox was left, though happily so, only to wake to an even better, more sexual time after having been fucked into unconsciousness by a fox who was a copy of her. What more fun could she possibly want, after all, than to fall into blissful unconsciousness while enjoying sex and then wake to it too?

Yes... Yes, Storm would be very pleased to find her there! Tugging on Jack's leash, Ithilwen giggled and led him along. She'd always wanted to see what a truly male version of Oni could be like and now, well, with a little help, she could have the fox for as long as she wanted him!

"You're going to be good for me, little pup!"

Jack barked his agreement, tail wagging. It wasn't a bad way to exist at all. Even more so if he got to 'be' for a while longer, blood singing with energy. And Ithilwen knew just how to make him moan already...

But would what he felt carry back to Oni too?

*

"I can't believe it took you this long to come for her, Storm..."

Ithilwen smirked, leading the way for Jack and the tall, muscular gryphon, black feathers thick and gleaming, a ruff of white around his neck, puffed up from his chest. He clicked the edges of his beak together as he strutted in, tall and imposing, naked from beak to toe, his tail swishing languidly from one side to the other as he surveyed her, claws tapping the floor before slipping onto the rubber floor. Oni was still on the bed where Ithilwen had left her, on her side though still in her bondage, humping and grinding lightly as she moaned, her juices flowing from her pussy as if she was even having good dreams while she rested.

"Oni..." Storm rumbled, letting Ithilwen take Jack, rather ruffled and bedraggled with sweat and their sexual juices by that point. "And I thought you were waiting for me tonight..."

He was suave and handsome and he knew how to make her nerves tingle, the vixen blinking and coming back to the world of the waking just in time to take the brute force of the gryphon over her back. Storm growled wickedly as he covered her body with his, not needing any form of bondage in the moment as he pinned her with the weight of his form in her tight bondage, forcing her muzzle down into the pillows, although those would not do anything at all to muffle her cries. His cock was hard and ready, leading the way, massively swollen with a thick bulge growing near the base, though he would not quite ram it into her yet, making his fox howl for it first, beg for it, whimper for it.

Storm smirked... Oh, yes... She would moan for him before he gave her that treat!

He slammed into her, needing no extra lube at all to grind his uncovered length deeply up into her exposed pussy, her vulnerabilities on show even as Ithilwen tossed a hog-tied Jack happily on the bed, the wolf's tail wagging as if she had won the grand prize. Supposedly getting to fuck Jack and Oni together, of course, was the prize that she would have wanted all along, but no one else was to know that as she took a spanking paddle - firmed-up leather layered lovingly over a wooden base - and cracked it over his ass, making him leap and squirm as much as he could in the happily accepted bondage. Jack's howls simpered through the air but were merely a backdrop to the power of the gryphon claiming what he knew was his due, keening and snarling as his beak parted, breath raking down his windpipe with talons that, truly, were unprecedented in their force.

As much as a half-awake Oni squirmed, however, he was going to take her either way and the vixen was forced to simmer down, growling and whining, broken and beaten, his strong paw leaving bruises around her wrist as he slammed into her over and over again. His hips worked like a piston, that massive breeding spire crammed up deep inside her, claiming her thoroughly as he screeched like a feral gryphon of olden times, wings beating the air for a little more force and leverage to put behind his thrusts. He even lifted her hips up a little, treating her as nothing more than a living fleshlight as he rammed in lustfully, throbbing with the force of his full power.

Ithilwen was happy with her lot but Jack whimpered too loudly for her liking, forcing her to toss the paddle aside before she was done, taking his hard cock in hand as she rolled him to the side.

"Too much for you?" She grinned, an eyebrow raised. "You wouldn't be this hard if you didn't like it, you don't fool me, pup..."

Jack whined but there was mischief in his eyes and he was hardly going to complain as his muzzle was dragged up between Ithilwen's legs as she repositioned herself on the bed, letting him slurp away while she took her pleasure. He could twist and strain as much as he liked against the bondage but it would only put him up even closer against Oni as she whimpered into the pillows, begging incoherently for more, that massive cock powering into her like no other could. Of course, it was hardly as if she had any choice in the matter, bound as she was, though she would not be released until he was good and done with her.

He was huge and she knew it, head pounding as he crammed her full, forcing the bulge at the base up against her pussy-lips, straining and yearning. Of course, he would fill her but it was the act of getting there that was the best part, the studly gryphon's wings flaring out in a gust of air, shaping the space around him to his will. Every inch of him rippled with muscle, though his feathers and fur hid it well, and Oni's pussy could not even squeeze down around him, try as it might, his thick shaft powering into her, claiming her, stripping her of everything she was as she screamed out her climax.

Yet that would not stop him as he slammed in deep, the bulge popping in, laughing with reckless lust as he fucked her for all he was worth. Of course, orgasm would not be upon him so swiftly - he was a stud! He was the one who could keep going and going, hammering in over and over again, delivering pleasure like no other even as he took it all. His paw tightened around her wrists, talons cutting in, hips working furiously to fill her, sawing in and out of her as she moaned out nothing but gibberish. Despite all that, the poor, broken Oni still tried to hump back against him, wanting more even in a state of devout lust and passion.

Still, there was the bouncing back and forth of pleasure between Jack and her, one sensation slamming into the other and demanding attention, whimpering and howling, grunting, ecstasy coursing through the male even though he didn't even have anything actively stimulating his cock. It did not matter as he was forced, through Oni, to climax over and over again, the dominant pair of the evening taking all they craved regardless of anything else.

And that was just the way Oni and Jack wanted it to be, paw in paw, heart in heart. Pressed up against one another, they were nothing more than the objects of sexual desire in that moment alone, to be used and abused and, frankly, loving every single sordid second of it.

Maybe it was a good thing that crow hadn't been able to pay his bill after all!