A Fox Can Only Take So Much...
A Fox Can Only Take So Much...
-WuffyCanine
It was the end to a very long work week, especially for me. "Fuck man, I need this bad," I whined, pushing the door to the pub open, stepping in first, followed by my three buddies from work.
"Yeah? I heard the boss busted you again..." came Roger's voice from behind me as we made our way into the bar.
The bar was smokey, dark, and noisy with juke box music playing. You could smell the grease from the fryer in the kitchen all through the facility. Your shoes wanted to stick to the floor with every step, probably from the years and years of beer that spilled off the tables. Twenty conversations mixed together into a blur of barks, growls, and laughter.
It was heaven for a few young wolves like us.
"I got it again for being late on an express package, the dispatcher threw me the damned thing just before I was about to head out, told me it was in Old Town." I spoke, motioning toward the open table near the bar, leading our little crew on over that direction. "And, you guys heard about that accident on I-59? Yeah, I didn't...I sat in traffic on the interstate for two hours." I pulled out the chair and flopped my wolf butt right down. "I'm on probation now, one more late package this month and I'm canned."
The four of us wolves, clad in our brown uniforms from the workday, settled down at the table. We all had that tired look on our faces - fur a bit tussled, ears not perked up, tails drooping. When you're delivery dogs, you can't help but wear yourself down through the grind of the week. By Friday, your back is sore, your head hurts, and you don't feel much like picking up anything other than a beer.
And so there we were, ready to kick back and start the weekend off right. And hell, I needed the alcohol the most of all.
Henry, the biggest of our pack, shook his muzzle at me. "You get screwed on those express packages all the time. I think Molly hates you." Molly was the dispatcher, a skinny little thing, cute in her own right, but a bitch in every other sense of the word.
"Hell yeah she hates him, she's had it in for him since he broke up with her last year." Roger was right, Molly had it in for me.
"She's psycho man, the type of girl that calls you 8 times a day." I barked out in retalliation. "We only went on two dates for fuck sake..."
The waitress interrupted us, grabbing our order. It was a pretty easy order - two pitchers of beer and burgers all around.
James tossed a pamphlet on the table and smirked at all of us with a sweeping glance. "We just gotta get Jack laid, he'll forget all his troubles!" He grinned, the other boys giving a chuckle as well as we looked at the paper - it was a strip-club advertisement, all folded up and tattered. It looked like James had the damned thing in his pocket for weeks.
"Dude, we gotta get you off the ladies, you could have so much more tail if you were into the boys. Look at Roger and I here, we're getting laid all the time," Henry barked out, motioning with a thumb toward Roger, "you'd be getting more tail than you'd know what to do with if you were anything like us."
"Yeah, like these little foxes over here," Roger pointed to the next table over, his voice louder than usual. It was clear he wanted the two vulpines at the table next to ours to hear him. "They're likely tighter than any bitch you'll ever meet, and yet they've probably had more dick in them than any girl in 20 miles!"
I couldn't help but chuckle, even if they did hear it. And they did, glancing over at us with their ears splaying, the smaller of the two clenching his fist around his drink.
Henry took the moment to butt in. "Awww look at em, practicing their grip for a big wolfcock I'm sure," he laughed, eliciting another chuckle from all of us. I didn't want to laugh, but these guys were my friends, and hey, foxes made a hilarious punchline for a pack of wolves like us.
"Haha, man, if I were into the boys, a nice fox would work fine. But it's just not my thing..."
Roger waved a paw dismissively. "Come on, when you're horny any hole will do. Trust me, you'd enjoy a fox as much as any of us..."
Henry patted the back of his paw to Roger's shoulder and motioned toward the foxes. "What do you call a fox with his muzzle open, dressed in a red shirt?"
"What's that?" Roger questioned.
"A fire hydrant with a receptacle!" Henry laughed at himself.
Roger shook his head as we all chuckled and groaned. "How many foxes does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"How many?"
"I don't know, lightbulbs look like knots, and foxes are always sticking them up their ass before they get the chance to change em..."
We laughed again. A glance to the next table over revealed the frustrated foxes, turning their heads away from us and growling amongst eachother.
I looked around at my posse. "C'mon fellas, give them a break, they're just chilling like us..."
Henry refused to stop. "What's the worst thing a fox ever did? Bit down!" Chuckles resounded, I couldn't help it, fox jokes were better than blonde jokes.
"What's the difference between a fox and an elevator? An elevator stops after it goes down..."
"What's the smartest thing to ever come out of a fox's mouth? Einstein's cock!"
"Hey wait, isn't that supposed to be out of a vixen's mouth?" I growled out, still chuckling.
Henry laughed and shook his head. "Yeah but it sounds better if you use fox instead."
Roger burst in. "It's always better when you use a fox instead!"
At this point, not only were the four of us rolling in laughter, but the two foxes both stood up. The bigger one wandering toward the far corner of the bar away from us as the other one spun around and clenched his fists, growling out in anger. "You fucking wol..."
A paw pressed him back at the chest, interrupting his angered speech, the bartender padding in between him and the four of us. "Alright fellas, cut it out. You guys do one more fox joke and I'll kick you out of the bar myself, I'm part fox, you know..." I had never really considered it, but Mick, the bartender, did have a more slender muzzle then the typical wolf, but he was easily bigger than most of us, sans Henry. Regardless, we'd never seen him upset before, and it was clear he was frustrated with us. He turned and mumbled something to the fox, who seemed to accept whatever he said and wandered off to meet his partner in the corner as Mick turned back to face us. "I'm serious guys, you annoy any other paying customers and that's it..."
"Awww Mick, c'mon man, give us a break," James whined out.
"Yeah we're just trying to get Jack laid, he needs the stress release...I mean relief.." Roger chimed in.
I chuckled and shook my muzzle. "They're being jerks, you should kick them all out now!" I had a good repoir with Mick, and my words got a smirk to wash over his muzzle.
"Just chill out guys, don't let it happen again okay?" And with that, he motioned to the waitress. "This pitcher's on me, just be good, fellas." As he wandered off, our waitress returned with a full pitcher of beer, setting it in the middle of the table.
The food eventually came and our conversation wandered fifty different directions. One second we were talking about poker night, the next we were discussing the reproductive habits of the N'avi.
"What the hell man, can you imagine your chick shoving that tentacle thing to your cock?"
"Ouch, I've heard of sounding, but that would suck..."
"No way man, they'd never do it THAT way. They connect their dendrils together, not like...to your sheath. What the hell version of the movie did YOU watch?"
"I'm just saying man!"
The night wore on, and the beer, food, laughs, and comradery did me good. It was common for us to spend a whole Friday evening at the bar, and by then it was approaching closing time. Henry stood up, said his goodbyes, and tossed a few bills on the table. Roger followed soon after.
James looked at me and patted a paw to my shoulder. "Hey man, don't let work get to you. You sober enough to drive home?"
I nodded and glanced at my watch. "Yeah, I'll be fine. I just gotta hit the head before I go." Really, I wasn't quite sober in the least. I had the most to drink on the night, but I didn't live too far from the bar so I felt I'd be alright.
"Cool man, see ya Monday then." He flipped some money down on the table and made his exit.
I stood up, stretched a bit and glanced around. Just a few patrons remained, and Mick was starting to wipe down the bar. I wandered over and gave him a nod, and he returned it. "Take it easy, Jack," he called to me as I disappeared down the hall to the bathrooms, pushing in the door to the Mens room.
It was an older bathroom, only two urinals and one stall, the floor muddy, the tiles worn down through years of workboots trodding overtop of them, but when you're a guy all you need is a place to drain the lizard. I stepped up to the urinal and unzipped, started my business, the relief of letting it out after holding it in the last two pitchers really washing over me, so much so that it wasn't until I heard a click behind me that I figured someone else was in the bathroom. It was a bit of a weird sound to hear in a bathroom, since it sounded like someone was locking the door...
The other urinal was soon occupied, and I couldn't help but notice the reddish fur from the edge of my vision. A glance over confirmed it - it was one of the foxes from earlier in the night.
I cleared my throat. "Hey man, no hard feelings tonight, ri..." but I didn't get to finish before I felt a paw smack against the back of my neck, gripping tightly and shoving me down. The side of my muzzle bashed against the porcelain of the urinal as my knees buckled, and I fell down at the whim of the paw behind me. It wasn't but a moment later that I caught a glimpse from my crumpled state of the second fox, the smaller one, holding his paw on my neck from behind me.
"Fucking wolf," I heard him growl out, a knee finding the center of my back pushing me down more as I was still trying to get my bearings My paws pressing to the tiled floor veritably underneath the fox at the other urinal. I could feel the cold tile under my paws, a bit of wetness from those drunk dogs who might have missed the porcelain throughout the course of the night soaking into my pawpads. Meanwhile, my own sheath was still jostling out from my trousers.
"Hey don't hurt him," called the taller fox as the one behind me grabbed my paws and yanked them back behind me. I began to struggle at this point, but before I could do much I felt something wrap around my wrists behind my back, tying them together tightly. It hurt, feeling like bare wire, as when I struggled I could feel it digging into my flesh. "Just teach him a lesson..."
"Yeah we'll teach him a lesson alright," the feisty fox behind me growled out in response. "Something he can go back and tell all his friends about too..."
"What the FUCK..." came my voice, as loud as I could muster, before the firm paw of the smaller fox wrapped around my muzzle tightly, painfully holding it shut.
The fox behind me pulled my muzzle around to make me look at him over my shoulder. "Wolf, if you struggle, this is going to hurt a lot more, I promise you that. Now listen up. You were sure making a lot of jokes at our expense tonight, and now it's time you learned that..."
I shook my muzzle out of his paw. "It wasn't me, that was Henry, I was just..." but the paw found my muzzle again and gave it a tighter squeeze, causing me to whimper as I felt my lips pinch painfully against my own teeth, his pawfingers digging into the side of my muzzle where my face had hit the side of the urinal.
The fox in front of me shifted as he stared down at me. "Are you sure he's the one?" He asked his partner in crime, his paw reaching out to brush over my ears rather tenderly for what they were doing to me. It was at this point that I noticed he hadn't tucked his fox bits back away into his pants from when he stepped up to me, instead, his sheath was perched between the open flaps of his jeans, the fluff of his balls peeking out between the bottom edge of the zipper too.
The bastard fox, that's what I started to identify the smaller, feisty one behind me as, huffed out. "Fuck man, they all look the alike to me. It doesn't matter really..."
"Well I don't want to do anything to the wrong..." came a whine from the taller vulpine.
Almost immediately the bastard punched the arm of his partner. "Dammit, if you don't help I'm doing this to you instead!"
"I don't know if I can do this, I'm not gay," came the whine of the taller fox again, moving a paw to his sheath and shifting it a bit, his other paw pushing down his jeans a little more, letting them slide down to his knees, exposing all of his bits to the air. I could see that thick sheath right in front of me, the furred pocket of flesh perched above his fluffy sac. He was pretty big for a vulpine his height, maybe even just as large as I was downstairs.
"Then just make him clean it for you, whatever, just put your sheath in his muzzle already..." the bastard ordered out, tugging my muzzle up a bit as he leaned over my head from behind me and growled in front of my eyes. "Wolf, if you scream, you'll regret it. If you bite down, you'll regret it even more. Just be a good puppy and you'll be on your way home in no time..."
I didn't know what to do. Every muscle in my body was tense as my mind fought with my fight-or-flight response. I glanced at the door, noticing that it did, indeed, have a lock from this side. The foxes must have locked it on their way in. Even if I could knock them down and run for it, with my paws tied behind my back I wouldn't be able to unlock the door and get out before they were up. And if I screamed, what else would they do to me?
I didn't have any more time to think about it as the paw of the smaller fox released my muzzle and pushed the back of my head, forcing my face in toward the crotch of the bigger fox in front of me. I could feel my muzzlelips and nose mash right up into his sheath, his vulpine musk heavy as it enveloped my senses. I squinted my eyes shut, but that paw behind my head continued to hold me there. I thought I heard the fox behind me shout something to his comrade, and a moment later I felt his paw leave my head, replaced by the paw of the bigger fox in front of me.
"Open your muzzle, wolf," groaned the owner of the sheath my face was being rubbed against. I hesitated at first, which resulted in a hump of his hips - and that sheath rubbing up over my muzzle, his balls pressing to the front of my muzzlelips. My ears splayed in humiliation, in panic, and I did the only thing I felt like I could do in the situation...
I opened my muzzle.
As my lips parted, I felt the hips of the large fox draw back, and a moment later, in the darkness of my clenched eyelids, I felt the front edge of that foxsheath press right up to my upper muzzlelip and start to slip into my muzzle. I heard another command from the fox, but I couldn't tell you what it was, I just did what I thought was expected of me and pursed my lips together around the front edge of that foxsheath. This elicited a hump and a moan from the vulpine, his hips bucking, that sheath pooling in against my muzzle as I felt the warm, slick length of swelling foxcock draw in along my cheeks and tongue.
I wanted to gag at first, maybe from just the thought that I was being forced into this all, maybe from the overwhelming feeling of helplessness, but as he drew back and pressed in again I felt the fur of his pelvis mash into my nose and that growing foxmeat throb in my muzzle. It was getting thicker, longer, and I could do nothing but try to breath through his musky pelvic fur.
"Mmmmmm he's a natural..." whimpered the larger fox as his paw begin stroking the back of my headfur. I'd had enough blowjobs in my life to know what felt good, but I never imagined I'd ever be the one giving one to someone, let alone a fox...
But that all took a backseat in my mind when I felt a yank at my tail and some claws tugging my uniform pants southward. With a little effort, the bastard behind me had my rump exposed to the air of the bathroom, and I whimpered out around that foxhood swelling in my muzzle.
He was going to mount me!?
My ears felt like they were flat against my head at this point, in humiliation, in...submission? Why did it feel like I was submitting to this? I suddenly felt this urge to fight back, but my thighs must have tensed up at the thought, because that fox behind me gave another yank of my tail and I suddenly felt a prod in underneath it.
I whimpered out as loud as I could, the fox in front of me giving me another buck of his hips, only to realize a tangy, musky fluid that my tongue seemed to be smearing all around his foxhood. He was precumming like no critter I'd ever seen before, not that I'd ever really seen any other guys doing the deed...
"Mmmmf...relax wolf...it'll be easier if you just relax..." came a grunt from the fox behind me, his hips bucking and a searing pain growing under my tail. Another short buck and I could feel an inch, maybe two inches of his shaft splaying my tail passage, and another jerk of his body against me caused another two inches to drive in. My body tensed and my heart was racing as his hips bucked again, forcing more into my bottom, forcing my face and muzzle in against the crotchfur of the other fox.
I felt a paw moving around my own wrists, and the wire tied around them being removed. My paws pressed around the fox's hips in front of me, bracing me against him as I felt the bastard behind me draw back, then cram himself in again. This time, I could feel his hips in against my bottom, emphasized by a wriggling in against me. He was buried to the hilt inside of me.
"God wolf, you're a tight one...mmmmf...I think it's his first time," groaned the vulpine taking my backside, a shift of his hips and another buck into my rump bumping my nose back into the furred crotch of the fox in front of me.
"I'm not...gonna last long, you sure we shouldn't...ohhhhhh...stop now?" panted the critter in front of me, his paw leaving the back of my head and both of his paws finding my shoulders. I did what I could to keep my teeth from his shaft. Although a part of me wanted to bite down, the fox's paw behind me reminded me I was to obey them with a squeeze around the back of my neck.
The fox behind me moaned out and started mashing his hips to my rump at a faster pace, his body warm in against mine, my pants around my thighs awkwardly preventing me from splaying my legs a little more to make it easier. It hurt to feel that thick length of foxmeat inside of me, but my tailpassage was starting to get used to it. I could feel every contour, every throb of his shaft inside of me as he bucked it into me. Truth be told, there was something about it that felt...arousing. I could feel it rubbing deeply inside of me, and as it pressed in at the bottom my tailpassage it caused my own shaft to throb, hanging out from my sheath and standing well more than half-mast already.
I heard the fox in front of me mumble something about holding out as long as he could, but it was the fox behind me that started to frantically buck into me first, his hips smacking my bottom with some force. I lost track of what I was supposed to do with my muzzle as I felt his swelling knot forcing in against my tailpassage, threatening to pop inside of me.
But he held it back enough not to tie with me. I started to feel his shaft throbbing, and that foxcum erupting out from his cock into my depths, his knot safely outside of me. I'm not sure why, but I felt a little bit gipped by the lack of the tie, even in my hatred of being forced to do it all, my mind still seemed to crave that tie as though I was the one doing it. I felt his hips buck in against me, that knot banging in against my tailpipe as he kept spurting all that foxcum into me, before he drew back and panted and moaned his satisfaction of showing a wolf that a fox could be on top.
And I was that wolf.
My mind was so foggy at this point, feeling some of that vulpine cum dripping down the backs of my thighs, that I forgot about the shaft in my muzzle. The fox in front of me reminded me about it by rubbing his paw under my chin, shifting his hips to grind that cock in along my tongue. My muzzle started working again, pursing my muzzlelips around the tip and suckling at it, my paw reaching up to grip at the base of his shaft behind his knot as it was beginning to swell. I started to paw him there, my muzzle bobbing along his length.
And then I realized, I was doing this all without any paws on me, without anyone behind me forcing me to do it.
As my paw left his knot, he took that as a signal to grip his paws behind my ears, starting to thrust his erection into my muzzle. I could feel his knot press past my teeth, my muzzle forced open wide. He drew back slightly as I could hear a knock at the bathroom door. I heard the fox behind me shuffling about and whispering something to his buddy, but I'm not sure what he said or whether the other fox really heard him right or not, because the knock became a louder banging.
The fox in front of me must have gotten worried, because he started pulling his shaft back, almost free of my muzzle, his knot growing huge in front of my eyes, when I felt a weight behind me bump my back - the fox behind me seemingly accidently trying to get up and make his way to the door. Needless to say, the bump of his weight forced my muzzle back down the fox's cock in front of me, and I felt my teeth graze over his knot, his back to the tiled wall at this point unable to draw back any further as I felt his knot swell up just behind my teeth. "FUCK..." I heard him groan, the tip of his erection buried into the back of my throat as I felt it flexing and starting to spurt his seed out. He rocked his hips a bit, trying to pull back, but my muzzle was drawn as wide as I could, and, well, he had tied to my maw, every shift of his weight causing my teeth to grind in behind his knot.
I tried to breathe as best I could, feeling that musky fox seed spurting down my throat. It choked me more than I would have liked, and as I coughed invariably through my nostrils, the scent of the fox's orgasm enveloped my sense of smell.
The banging at the door grew louder still, and I heard a familiar voice shout out, "Open up now, bar's closed..." It was Mick!
But I couldn't really shout back, my muzzle locked around that knot, still doing my best not to drown in foxcum by letting as much as I could flow down my throat instead of into my lungs, forced to swallow that thick, musky fluid.
"Fucking pull out of him, we gotta get out of here," whispered the smaller fox, his pants already drawn up, although as I glanced over out of the corner of my eyes I could still see the outline of his shaft and knot swollen up in the front of his jeans.
"I...CAN'T! I'm stuck!" called the other fox, trying to twist his knot a little with his paw behind it.
I whined out as loud as I could, half choking near the end of it from another dribble of cum down into my lungs, the smaller fox moving his paws to grip my jaws and pull at them. I felt my muzzle being drawn achingly wide.
It was at this point the door of the bathroom came bursting open, the bartender's eyes drawing wide as he saw the sight. I held my paw out to him for help, whining out. The fox in front of me yanked his shaft from my muzzle, my teeth scraping the hell out of his knot as he yelped and tugged his pants up, the other fox bounding over and slamming his shoulder into Mick's side, forcing him in against the sinks.
The two foxes scattered out the door as Mick stumbled up and out after them. I slumped there on the tiled floor, coughing what I could out, wiping my muzzle with my paws, moving a paw behind me to feel at my abused tailhole, feeling the soaked fur back there.
This wasn't supposed to happen, was it? Foxes, taking a wolf? It felt...wrong, but still, a part of me couldn't help but feel so very aroused from it all.
I pulled my pants up as best I could, quivering from everything, from the humiliation, from the adrenaline, from the pleasure.
Pleasure? I couldn't help but struggle with my pants, my own erection tented in the front of my uniform as I zipped up, a good wet spot of pre forming at the front. Was this...normal? Was it right for me to be aroused by being forced into this?'
Mick soon returned to the restroom, stepping over to wrap an arm under my shoulder to help me up. "Jesus Jack, I'm sorry man, I didn't know they were..." But he didn't really finish his words, his paws lifting me to my feet and then helping by tugging up my pants a little more by the belt.
I slumped in against the canine, paws wrapping around his midsection as I buried my face in his chest, whining out. I didn't know what to say, and...I felt a little humiliated that I was aroused, that at least a part of me had enjoyed it. I even felt a bit bad about holding my paws around Mick too, because for some reason, I had this fleeting thought - that Mick looked pretty attractive. No, I couldn't possibly be thinking about anything of the sort, not after this had happened. But I was. I just kept whining into his chest, letting my humilation free and holding back my own inert desires, trying to conceal my erection by keeping my body bent at my hips.
What an end to a long week, and now, despite being taken against my will, my erection yearned for release, but I knew it'd have to wait. Now wasn't the time.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and call the authorities..." Mick barked to me as he started walking me out the bathroom door.