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Chris swiped on his phone before bringing it to his ear. "Hey, babe. What's up?"

He loosely held his paw on top of the steering wheel of his old sedan. The spotted hyena pushed air out against his silver, septum piercing as he heard the bitchy ring of her voice.

"You heading over or you still doing vacay with your 'bitch parents.'"

Chel always had a way of pricking Chris' nerves, but he seemed almost entertained by it. "Look, I might have been a little... harsh. They aren't half bad," he said. "Oh, and I'll be over in 10."

"What are we doing this time, huh? Dinner? Movie? Anything at all romantic?"

The hyena got a warm grin. "How about you watch this cool movie with me. It's called my fat cock in your precious little lips. It's a dinner and a movie sort of deal."

"Chris, I swear to god. If you come over here just to have sex and pass out one more fucking time..."

"Oh, you love it though. I'm super pent up from a week with the parents and I-"

"When do you think of me in this?" She hissed.

"Babe, please. I'll take you to that Mexican place you like after that. You can eat a chicken fajita and wash down the swimmers with a strawberry marg."

"You know, you could just be into fucking my ass or pussy like a normal guy."

"I hate the feeling of condoms though." He realized his face was flush and his pants were bulging. He would say anything. "-I mean, sure. I'll do whatever you want, baby. I do love that tight little throat of yours though." Chris was no hardly processing the road in front of him lost in thought.

She chuckled over the phone. "We'll discuss the terms of your surrender when you arrive. Just get the fuck over here, babe."

Now he was really smiling as he placed his paw down more on the gas. "Be over in a jiffy."

When he arrived, he was hornier than he'd been before. Chel answered the door and he brought the petite, white cat close to him in a tight embrace.

"Baby, I know you had a long week."

He clenched his paws as she rubbed her paw right against the front of his jeans. "T-that I did. Look we don't gotta-"

She gripped his bulge and interrupted him with her lips. It started off as a peck before he buried his muzzle deeper into hers passionately and sloppily. Chel's paw rubbed up, groping and playing with his package. Chris reached his paw over to touch her breast before she stopped his hand.

The cat pulled away and shut the front door of her house behind him. "Not so fast, speedy. You're still under my terms here."

He was already almost slobbering over her. "Yes babe, anything for you. What would you want?"

She smiled, having him right where she wanted him. Chris' sex drive mixed with a week of no privacy made him a zombie for her. He hadn't gone this long without any stimulation in some time.

She grabbed his wrist. "I got something I want to... try out upstairs. Will you help me up there though?" She lifted up her skirt to reveal more of her leg as her tight panties left little to his imagination.

Chris scooped up her in a heartbeat. "Oh babe, you're always looking out for me." He practically fell making haste up the stairs.

He let her down and immediately she was fumbling with a small black box by her nightstand.

"What sorts of things did you want to try out?"

She pulled out a familiar line of black rope from the box.

"Rope? Sure." His tail began to wag.

"No, not just rope. I have a new accessory I know you'd love." She reached in and pulled out a leather belt with a ring in the center.

He tilted his head. "Ah, so what's the ring for?"

"It's an open-mouth gag." Chel swung the belt around her head. She put the ring near her cheek before fastening the straps. Opening up her maw, the ring slid past her lips and held them open. "S-see?"

"O-oh. Does this mean... you're down for head after all?" He was unable to move his eyes from her warm mouth and wet tongue. His pants stirred as he could hardly think in sentences.

She threw off the gag and tossed him a bundle of rope. "Tie my arms and legs nice and tight, Eagle Scout, then I'll be sure to give you an experience you won't forget down there."

"D-deal. Of course." He licked his maw. "I'll have you nice and tied up."

He hardly cared about how peeved she was earlier on the phone. The minute she offered him a blowjob, he knew he'd be the dumbest man in the world to question it.

He pulled at the black rope and caused the knot to tighten around her wrists. "Good?"

"Tighter."

He hesitated before pulling hard on the rope and admiring his handy work. She sat on her knees with rope braiding and securing her arms and wrists. From there came a taunt black rope connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles. Chel wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

"Aww, you look like a little Christmas present. How are the legs feeling? Anything going numb, babe?" He asked.

She shook her legs covered in a series of intricate black ropes knotted together. As she moved her legs away, the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists kept in her check. "Perfect, babe."

"Great. Let's get to it." He was quick to reach for his pants.

"Whoa, slow down there. Can you go grab my glow stick from the box and crack it?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Are we doing this in the dark too?"

She smiled warmly. "Oh no, I just really like its glow. It'll be fun. Can you put on my little gag on me first though?"

He was clearly too horny to care as he grabbed the gag and glow stick. She could be asking to play tic-tac-toe with his cock in her mouth and he wouldn't even blink. Chris was just so needy and so close to finally getting one of Chel's legendary blowjobs that he'd do anything.

He put the leather strap around her head and tightened it causing the ring to slip in and pry open her maw.

"Good?"

"Mhmm."

"Perfect!" He held up the glow stick in his paws and cracked it in two.

A red gas filled the room before he could think. It filled his lungs and blinded him instantly.

"Shit! What the fuck!" He screamed.

Chris tried to speak, but suddenly he couldn't move his mouth. He was so disoriented he hardly knew where he was anymore. Clenching his eyes and closing his mouth, he had no sense of the room around him.

After a second, he realized he had lost control of his arms and legs as he couldn't get them to budge an inch. He tried to call out to her, but it came out as a strange gargle.

"I'm so sick of dealing with your shit, Chris," Chris's voice said.

He was suddenly really jarred before the smoke cleared and he saw his body standing before him. Looking down in a panic, he saw his tight white shirt that blended with his white stomach well.

She got a wide smirk on her face as she rubbed his paw to play with his open fly. "That's why you can take a walk in my shoes. Fair is fair right?" She asked from his body.

He began to panic as he fought against his bindings. While Chris had no idea how, he was now looking right at the bulge in his pants--his own bulge.

With the gag in his mouth, he hardly could form words to tell her anything as she threw off the white shirt.

His muscular, toned chest and abs showed through and also showed the dark brown fur trail going from his navel down past the waist of his jeans. Seeing his body in the third person made him feel a deep sense of nausea, but what overwhelmed him was this hot feeling of looking at his body. The arousal sent him into a mental frenzy of confusion as her body began to cloud his mind.

She put a paw onto the back of his head and moved his held-open muzzle right against the fly of his jeans. The opening funneled his deep musk right into his nose, but her big strong grip on his head kept him from moving away. The hot and moist crotch filled his nostrils and danced against his held-open mouth.

"Yeah, I know, I love the smell of you too. Don't be shy. It's your body, after all, babe."

She pushed him deeper into his crotch until his bulge was now rubbing right against his nose. He tried his best to put up a good fight, but instead, he weakly pulled his head back. The stench of his manhood formed a hot, red blush against his face.

He began to think to himself. A-am I enjoying this?

His warm breath against his bulge caused it to slowly harden against his face and she only pulled him closer to grind it against him. He felt his breathing speed up as he now hardly resisted her strong, commanding grip on him.

Though he wish he could, he could hardly help the rush of saliva forming in his maw. His mouth seemed to know where this package pressed against his face was going. His cock against his face was a semi-hard, well-loaded gun growing at the tempting, warm, moist mouth hole before it.

She took off the jeans, pulling them down and stepping out of them to reveal the outline of the hard cock in the blue briefs. He always considered himself average size, but, up close and personal, he had something to be proud of. Chris actually caught himself gawking while also realizing where this was going.

The big, strong hyena paw on the back of his head held him in place as he kept his eyes forward on the outline of the fat member he'd touched and stroked with his own paw all too many times. As a harsh blush came over his face, his barriers began to corrode as he fought the growing arousal of the body he was trapped in. His newfound pussy worked against him beginning to wet in arousal with more blood rushing down there. Her body's hormones began to take hold of his mind.

She brought his face forwards to his bulge until he was practically kissing the moist fabric of his briefs. Feeling his body's need takeover, he brought his nose close to the outline of his balls and breathed in his own musk deeply. The scent took up his nose and even his throat. It was full-bodied and all-encompassing while being profoundly... well... manly. He was almost proud of himself for noting himself as a dominant, alpha male in his scent.

In an exhale, his warm moist air brushed against his balls to excite his shaft and remind him of his position. He tried to pull away his head only to feel her strong grip on him like a wall behind his head.

"Aww, you thirsty, buddy? I can see you're getting a bit... excited."

She played with the waistband: the last layer and the last wall he didn't know if he could let down. He looked up at his own body she inhabited and felt his paws sweating looking down his almost nude body. He felt his vagina betray him and become more moist. He felt his body begging to be a whore for the cock just an inch and a layer away from him.

She looked at him with a sly smile as his arousal became too obvious to hide. Stray thoughts began to fill his mind looking at his bulge up close, mental gymnastics in his head of an Olympic level.

I mean what difference could this be, really? I already pretty much give myself a hand job anytime I beat my meat. I'm technically a girl right now anyway. No, I couldn't... could I?

She pulled down the waistband and his breathing became uneasy as he saw the full display.

Just a taste. I mean there were guys out there, straight guys, that dreamed of sucking themselves right? It's such a familiar sight. I've seen my dick a thousand times, so why does this feel so new? So... tempting?

The trail of dark brown fur came down to a bushy patch. His balls hung free and loose. They were swollen with a week's worth of build-up weighing them down. His cock was sticking mostly straight up and, being this close, he saw veins running up it that he never noticed before.

She stroked along the cock's underside growing its hunger.

He bit down on the ring stopping him from closing his maw.

A small bead of precum formed easily at the head just mere inches from his lips. Two fingers were all it took to line it up. It ached and throbbed straining to reach his wide-open maw. The only thing it needed was just a shove of his face closer.

She tightened her grip on him. "Your little whore mouth is drooling babe. Looks all nice and wet to me."

She shoved him dangerously closer to his aching cock. He gulped down the saliva pooling in his paw.

"I bet you're soaking my panties thinking about it throat fucking you."

The lust of her body poisoned his mind. He began to break. His last defenses falling apart to the growing needs of his new body. He edged his tongue closer until it was almost out past his lips. His jaw twitched, lightly biting against the metal of the ring.

She shoved his face closer and pushed the leaky head against his lips. He spread his lips--trying to get them away--trying to act like he didn't want them wrapped around his shaft--but she shifted it up and down to brush the cock head all around his mouth hole.

He looked up at her, pleading with eyes alone for her to spare me from giving himself a blowjob and tasting his own cock and its fluids. His eyes begged helplessly whilst lust was so obviously pouring out of them at the same time.

"Go on, give it a lick if you want it. You'd know best what it likes, don't you?"

He looked down the shaft to the mess of black pubic fur beneath it. He could smell himself-it was all he smelled, and he knew the smell well.

It was his lust radiating right into his nose.

His tongue curiously ached for the taste. His throat tightened. He shamefully glanced up her way and she looked down with a growing, knowing smile.

It was all over his face. He wanted this.

Eyes shut tight, he rolled his tongue past the ring holding it open. It glistened as it reached up and lathered up the warm, fleshy head. Rewarding him was a salty, rich bead of precum spreading across his tongue. The taste he thought would quell his desires only exploded them further.

"That's it," she gasped.

The hormones dulled his senses. Just a taste wasn't enough. She knew this too and nudged his starving mouth closer to his needy cock.

Lips trembled. His pussy throbbed and he couldn't do this anymore. He took three inches of his cock past his lips and welcomed it with his tongue lapping against the underside of it.

They gasped together.

He looked up at her with the taste of his own cock seeping into his mouth. The smell of his pubic fur close to his nose overtook every other smell around him. The warm fleshy cock overtook all his senses as he tongued it all over.

"That feels reallllly good babe. I can see why you crave this."

She shoved in more seeing his hunger for it plain as day. His eyes went wide. His balls swung and hit up against his chin as his cock tickled the back of his throat.

Uncomfortable at first, but she gave him time to adjust. He exhaled out his nose across his furry crotch pressed against his lips. His pussy ached and he took a close-up sniff of his pubes. He relaxed in his bindings lightly sucking and rubbing his tongue around his cock.

I was really doing it, he thought. I was giving myself head... and I sort of liked it.

She didn't need to do more than guide his lips hungrily wrapped and working alongside his cock. He did all the work. Knew exactly what spots would cause her to stiffen up when he worked them.

His furry balls were warm when they hit against his chin. He felt their weight each time. He knew how pent-up he was. He knew damn well how badly he needed this even if it was him doing the job this time.

With these nice lips against his shaft like this and his own expertise doing all the things he wished she do more, he knew he wouldn't last long, and... when it came to it... his nostrils flared as his mind came out of his spell of hazy lust.

His eyes shot wide as he realized. He shoved his head away, but her grip on the back of his head was there to only shove more of his leaky cock down.

"Oh, don't go yet. Just a bit longer." She giggled and rubbed his cock right up against the roof of his mouth. "I wonder how much longer you'll last skull fucking your favorite cock hole. I'm going to love your face when you're swallowing your own."

He pleaded with his eyes as she began to hold his head in place with both hands. She buckled and humped his length down his mouth and precum came out thick from the tip as she face-fucked him.

Chris fought his bindings at the thought of tasting his own load. His balls were heavy, aching in their sack to lighten their load. It was obvious how worked up he was. He'd probably just given himself the best head he'd ever gotten and he had no idea how much he'd shoot because of it.

"Just a bit longer, babe," she gasped.

No, this couldn't happen. I can't let this happen. It'd be too gay. My oral v-card. I'm not-I-why am I so turned on? I-I-can't, but... I want to.

As the loaded gun of his cock twitched and throbbed with warm lips around the base, his tongue working the shaft, and his tight throat rubbing against the tip, he came to know for sure he'd be tasting his own.

Her breathing became unsteady as he swallowed another mound of precum. His arousal grew. He was so close. She sped up, now really shamelessly fucking his face and he struggled to breathe.

He sucked hard accepting his fate, wanting his fate. His flavor coated his throat. As my horny haze took over, he shoved and lapped against the sensitive bottom of his head.

It was his weak spot.

She let out a gasp and gripped me tightly. "Fuck, babe, I?-- you?-- I'm coming!" She pushed deeper until he was burying his face into his sweaty, musky crotch. He closed his eyes feeling his cock buckle and throb against his tongue. His face burned hot. She held his head in place though he wasn't going to fight her on that.

She moaned to the ceiling as his cock spasmed into his mouth. It shot a hot load right to the back of his throat without warning and he shot his eyes wide as that was just the first of many.

He told himself he wouldn't swallow it, that it would be too emasculating for him, but he gulped his seed right down his throat. Hot cum kept shooting past his lips and he found himself absentmindedly helping it out, sucking on his shaft to draw more of it into his filling maw.

He felt himself relax as it dripped down messily from his maw all over his shirt and floor. She removed her hand and went to pull his cock out, but he surprised her. He pushed forwards and began to suck and polish the rest of it off.

She smiled a warm smile. Her fingers went through his hair as he cleaned his own cock. "I love you, Babe," she said.

He pulled off and smiled right back up at her. His tongue ran across his lips as he still was gasping for air. "I 'ove 'ou 'oo," he managed with the gag.