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"ID, please!" The hulking ram peered down at Vix with his eyes narrowed a little bit as if suspecting that what he'd be handed would be a fake.

The red fox scrambled for his wallet, flushing a little bit as the ram crowded him in front of the bar door, his heavy hooves almost touching his smaller paws. The sound of music flowed out from the open door, filtering out to the streets from the inside of the bar. The short fox flicked his tail back and forth behind him and pushed his wallet over at the ram, displaying his ID prominently for inspection. The larger male peered at it, even going so far as pulling it out of the ID slit to tilt it this way and that to make sure that the hologram on the front was real. Vix was used to that, he always had a youthful appearance, and his maroon tinged head fur didn't do anything to alleviate suspicion. His invitation was next, this one held beneath a black light to check for the water mark and date just to make sure that it was real. It didn't take long, though, for the ram to push his ID back in his hands and wave him through into the club.

There was a line of people behind him, all of them clamoring to get in to the hottest club in the district, all of them eager to have a drink from the bar. The fox could barely hold back his own rush of excitement and eagerness as he passed through the infamous double doors and into the darkness of the bar's interior. The Cauldron had been the hottest bar in town since it had announced it's open, everyone wanted in, but it was only a select few actually got in. One had to be invited into the hallowed halls, you couldn't just pay the fee and get in. The invite system had been initiated a week after it had had opened, once you were invited you'd get three invites to hand out, each one for a different date. You could keep one and hand out the other two, or hand them all out, but no one simply showed up and got in.

The interior of the club was patterned in glowing green and brilliant purples, flashes of gold caught his eye as people on the dance floor moved with glow sticks clutched in their hands. The pounding beat reverberated in his chest, spilling upwards and making his eyes flicker this way and that, trying to take it all in. He didn't have to look around long to find the bar set up in massive splendor along one of the walls. It was impossible to miss. The bar itself wasn't at all like what he expected it to be, the fox paused a bit nervously as he looked at the painted dog behind the counter that was working with bottles and vials, tubes and beakers. His tricolored paws were rapid as he added something to one beaker and measured out from another, making it seem effortless as he mixed and the potions swirled and flashed. This was what made The Cauldron the hottest bar in town.

I can't believe I'm doing this... He licked his lips a bit nervously and rubbed his hands against his upper thighs a few times, trying his best to not look as nervous as he felt.

Doc Pestilence, the painted dog, had started this bar with his strange name and an understanding of alchemy and potions that were unrivaled. There were a lot of theories on how he had started out, how he'd gotten to this point and why he was successful. Most people that knew alchemy and studied the near magical properties of various potions worked in the medical field, but not the Doc. He had started a bar and advertised that anyone who came to his club could sample his wares, he had everything behind the bar, everything that one could imagine and hope for. It made Vix's heart beat leap up in his throat as he watched the strange dog working with consummate skill. The people at the bar were tense with anticipation, though a few already held bottles in front of them. He'd heard from his friend what sorts of things those potions held, none of them were all that tame.

Some would make a person beautiful or handsome for the night, others would turn you into another species, some would bring about heat, others would contain it, some summoned creatures, some changed the shape of your cock and others could make you partly female. They were all different and those that lined up to try them dared to tread in another world, at least for a little while, and he was going to be one of them. This was, by far, the most daring thing he had ever done, his heart was hammering in his throat as he struggled to keep himself from bolting. Instead, he padded right up to the front of the bar and slipped onto one of the stools. Doc was a few people down, the painted dog magnificent in his element. He was handsome, the splash of colors so random on his muzzle, but the white was what caught the eye. In the black light it glowed, standing out beautifully against his body and making him more ethereal.

He had no idea how this bar had been legalized, prostitution wasn't legal, but this wasn't quite prostitution. It was a night of ecstasy, a partner for a night, a day, a week, it was all up in the air once the potions were flowing through you. There were dozens of rooms upstairs that could be used, but public sex was often seen in this place, it was thrilling and forbidden. It was consensual, to get in you had to accept the rules that came along with them, there were safe words in effect. He had one written boldly on his invitation, he could only assume that they were the same for everyone. As long as he used the word, he'd be safe from anything he didn't want to have happen to him. He felt his stomach turning as he watched the painted dog for the longest time, trying to figure out what he was going to do.

The red fox stared down at his own dark paws, clasping them together and not sure what he was even going to order. As he looked past his paws, he could see that the bar had a plate of clear glass over it, sandwiching a bit of old fashioned parchment. The potions were listed out in flowing script, each one looked as if it had actually been written by hand, complete with the hints of mistakes and ink blots where the pen had rested too long. They were all different colors, red, green, blue, pink, yellow and purple. Row after row after row were listed out, each one named after a color or species, each one lacking any description on what it did. It was a glaring omission, making his brows furrow as he looked after them, color after color, species after species, some even had flowery names such as "The Fleur de Lis" which gave him absolutely no indication on what it did or why. He flicked his ears back on his head and grimaced slightly.

"Wotcha poison?" Doc Pestilence came over to him with a grin on his face, showing two silver capped canines as he did so, making him look almost demonic as he leaned forward, his paws still working on his mixes.

"I.. don't know." Vix splayed his ears nervously. "What does this one do..." He jabbed a paw down at one of the red labeled potions, but it only got a barking laugh in return.

"Ya gotta take it to find out. Red is for extreme, yellow for intermediate, green for beginners, blue for potions for males, pink for females and purple for gender neutral." The painted dog lolled his tongue out a bit. "Color they're written in is the major factor in the potion, if yer new take one of the gender neutrals or greens, most of the gender neutrals are good potions."

"But.. I don't know what they do." Vix faltered and stared down at the list, a frown furrowing his brow. "I don't know if I'd like it."

The dog gave a slow smile, it pulled the edges of his lips back, showed the sharp edge of his teeth, it was almost a snarl. "Darlin', there's no reason not to take a chance. Part of the fun of bein' invited, pick your poison."

"But..." The protest was lost as the dog moved on, approaching the next person with the same wicked smile on his face.

His eyes went back down to the list and he all but squirmed in place, he had assumed he'd be able to pick something and know what it was supposed to do. The list was long enough that he felt a rush of indecision and the urge to just leave. How could he choose without knowing? It wasn't fair. And the list was huge, he had no idea what he'd be grabbing and why, not when most of them seemed to be named so vaguely. He spent two songs just studying the ones that were supposed to be for beginners. His eyes ran over time time and time again, finally lingering over one choice that was written in bold yellow-gold ink. "Canius Vulpus Lupus" The words were intriguing and at least they were after his species, and he took some comfort in that, so when Doc came back again he lifted his ears up.

"Is this one a transformation spell? I mean.. if it is it'd be kinda useless for me, but if not..." He trailed off a little as he kept his finger pointing at the one in question.

"That one? Nah, that one comes with a room though." Pestilence flicked his broad ears up, the white splashed tips glowing in the light. "It'll work well for ya if you're interested?"

"Yes. But.. can I get a hint or two?" He tilted his head, trying not to sound imploring while his plush tail swayed on the stool behind him.

"Doesn't work like that, darlin'." The dog leaned backwards and pushed one of the row of shelves behind the bar open. His paws practically flew over the rows of bottles, each one a different color, lit from beneath on the shelf. "Here we go!"

The dark green potion was swung across the bar towards him, only stopping when his paw reached out to catch it. Vix stared down at the narrow bottle, the vibrant color seemed flecked with sparkles, or flashes of metal, and glowed very deep within it. The front of it was labeled with a large outline of a canine on the front. It felt warm as the fox picked it up, cupping it in the palm of his hand and he felt another nervous flutter of his belly turning. He glanced up as two painted paws rested on either side of the bar and he nearly touched nose to nose with the strange dog.

"Room 4, darlin'. May you have an evening you'll never forget, take it here and head on up. I wouldn't linger too terribly long." The grin was sinful, promising, frightening, promising all the world for one moment of sin.

"Th-thank you." Vix stammered and picked up the potion, the cork was easily pulled out, and with it came with a faint scent of cloves.

Pestilence moved away, his voice rumbling with amusement and to the sound of laughter, the fox tipped his head back to swallowed down, like a line of sweet fire pouring through his throat. There was no going back now.

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Vix was led up to room 4 in a daze, his world narrowed down the rush of heat that was running through his veins. He felt as if he had taken a shot of the strongest liquor possible, light headed and the first rush of a buzz were making it hard to concentrate. The little cat that led him up the stairs gave him a bright grin, giving him no hint as to what was happening as the door was opened and he was guided inside into a room that was.. anti-climatic. It was pretty barren, a leather couch was up against one wall, a window that was hidden behind curtains and nothing else. None of the deviant tools that he had thought might be here, it was just a simple empty room.

"You'll want to disrobe, sir." The cat chirped brightly. "The door will be locked, you won't be disturbed until you're ready to leave."

"Do you know what the room is for?" Vix tried to fix on the slender cat, the cream and dark points of the muzzle and face made his blue eyes all the more appealing.

"It's room four." The cat blinked a few times and then grinned a bit wider, the thick soft tail began to lash back and forth rapidly. "You've never been here before?"

"No.." He admitted nervously, the world seemed too bright, the colors too intense, it was almost painful to look in those rich blue eyes. "I just picked one at random... I feel so weird."

"Don't worry, you're alright.." The cat patted him lightly, gesturing to the room. "This room is linked to room five, it's a set pairing since the potions work together. Just make sure that you're relaxed, sir."

"What's in room five?" He turned his head and looked at the room again, finding it hard to put things together, talking was hard, understanding worse. He felt so warm, like his skin was swollen beneath his fur.

"Your companion." The cat's tail twitched, a bell attached to the end jingled merrily. "Don't worry, he's a regular here, he was quite excited that someone had chosen to partner with him. Absolutely wonderful fellow, you're certainly lucky."

"Lucky..." Vix trailed off a little and shifted, he could feel his pants tightening along the front, almost painfully tight. He didn't hear the cat move, his attention was fixed on other things, not the employee backing away.

He jumped a little as the door was shut behind him, the sound louder than it should have been. He felt... strange. He felt as if his fur was too hot, burning over him and everything was sensitive. He could almost feel the fur caressing his skin, the slight hint of a breeze that ran through the room, it was all almost too sensitive. He felt light headed, his eyes lidding a little bit as he drew in a breath, sucking it down and trying to center himself. His sensation of his clothes clinging to him was almost too much, his skin even felt swollen, and he fumbled with his shirt. He tugged and pulled lightly, spreading it open to reveal the smooth pale fur of his under belly. He ran his fingers lightly over it, letting out a soft noise as his own fingers caressed his overly warm body.

Vix's hands were more sure with his pants, but at this point he could tell something was definitely changed. It was a subtle one, more subtle than just his own body's reaction of growing more sensitive. There was the faint scent that clung to him, not cloves from the potion, but something else entirely that he hadn't brought with him. As he pulled his pants open he let out a soft noise in his throat, his sheath was pushed into the open, his cock already pushing free so a good three inches was exposed. The scent was sharper there and he let out a soft whimper as he slipped his pants down along the curve of his ass. That scent was teasing his nose, making him react with a flush of arousal that had more to do with what his nose was telling him than just what he was feeling.

By the time he pushed his pants all the way down his entire cock was jutting from his sheath except for his knot. His tongue was uncurled from his jaws, bobbing up and down lightly as he tried to concentrate on why his changed scent was egging him on. His mind was narrowed down to the feel of arousal, the speed of his heart hammering against his chest, the heat that flushed his ears and cheeks so that he couldn't quite sort out what was happening. He managed to stumble out of his pants, nearly falling before the curtains in front of the window shifted and moved. A flutter of them revealed that what was behind them wasn't a window at all, instead a large head pushed past them, a massive head.

Vix froze in place, his heart leaping to his throat as he stopped struggling with his pants and watched the silver tinged form padding out and shaking away the curtains. It was a door, a hidden door blocked only by the curtains that made it look like a door. The chute that the creature walked through showed another room behind him, just a flash of it, before the fox's attention was dragged back to the creature padding through. A wolf, a massive wolf nearly the size of a small pony, the fur was tipped in glittering silver before darkening to black at the base, showing rippling highlights along his shoulders and sides. The beast's back brushed along the door it walked through, almost large enough that it should have had to crouch on his belly.

The emerald-yellow eyes fixated on him, the dark red tongue swept out to rush right along the pale muzzle as the beast lifted his head and watched him intently. A bit of torn shirt hung down from his shoulder, the long strands hung down to either side as the wolf padded further into the room and let out a low baritone growl. It was another customer, obviously, but there was no hint of intelligence and brightness to them, no one was home. The black claws clicked on the ground and Vix took an automatic step backwards, the movement rewarded with the teeth baring before he let out a higher pitched snarl. The fox stopped, trembling in place, his heart racing as the wolf continued to pad into the room, walking around him with the nose working rapidly to suck down full gulping breaths.

_What is this?! _ Vix swallowed and splayed his ears to either side and trembled in place as the creature came in closer, the muzzle stretched out and came in closer to him.

The fox felt the warm rush of heat teasing against his hip, the short shallow pants that made him bite his lower lip and ball his paws into fists. It didn't matter that he was feeling a rush of fear at the sight of the wolf coming in so close that he could feel the breath ruffling his fur, his body flared warm and hot. He could feel the air, a sensual caress over him, the whiskers that brushed against him sent jolts running through him. The warm scent on the air, faintly musky and feral, making his body tense up. It was that scent that let him know why the beast was sniffing him so closely, the large body nearly bumped against his side. The scent that was clinging to him was a feminine scent, an arousing, almost fertile scent that was flaring through his own body.

The narrow muzzle slipped inwards and the heat of the panting breath brushed right along his exposed cock, the ears twitching up as one heavy paw lifted and suddenly hooked right against his hip. The blunt claws dug in along the curve of his ass, curling down tight enough that he couldn't even squirm away. The tongue suddenly pushed out and swept right along the base of his cock, curling around the edges so that he let out a short noise in his throat. Vix's entire body flushed hot, he felt almost dizzy as the impossibly long soft tongue pushed out and worked from his base all the way to the tip. The very tip of the tongue swept up and caught on his glans, making his hips give a little buck forward in shock.

"W-wait..." he started to protest, moving his hand down, but the moment his hand dipped down the wolf growled at him, the sound was so low that it vibrated through him and made his cock pulse against his belly.

The slow push of the tongue coiled a bit higher, dragging upwards in a slow stroke that pulled up towards the tapered tip. He wasn't sure about this not at all. The only thing that made him even partially relax was the fact that this was obviously not an actual wolf or animal. The edge of the shirt that hung around him attested to that fact, and he held onto it as the hot broad tongue began to work upwards, a slow sweeping push upwards that ran from the base all the way to the tip and curled around it again. The hot humid breath panted against him, puffing out in hot bursts that curled around his sheath and lower. Every brush made him shudder, his body reacting while he felt the rush of the potion pounding through his mind. It only needed that one edge, that one moment where he felt a moment of quivering pleasure to slip into control again.

He whined out, his ears pinned back flat to his head as the broad nose pushed forward and suddenly bumped along either side of his sheath. The wet slippery tongue pushed upwards, running over either side, smearing down his fur before the heavy paw pushed along the curve of his side, the blunt claws catching against his hip and yanking him forward. He stumbled backwards a few inches, only to have the paw tug him forward again and those strange yellow-green eyes stared up at him. This was a regular, he had been told it was a regular, but all he saw was a feral animal casually making use of him. The tongue pushed down eagerly, and the fox let out a high pitched yip in shock as his balls were teased.

He trembled in place, his tail hiked up in the air slightly as he felt the push of the tongue curling back and brushed right between his ass cheeks. The feel of it there sent a wave of unfamiliar pleasure and need through him, so sharp that he could barely contain it. His cock flexed against his belly, spurting out watery jets of precum in waves to color the curve of his belly and ran all the way down towards the small of his back. His tail hiked higher up, flicking to one side as the muzzle pushed inwards and pushed his balls up, but the rolling of the tongue concentrated right at the opening. The silken pucker being coated in a sheen of saliva that left Vix making short yipping noises, his paws moving to press right along the broad shoulders.

Oh it felt good, it felt humiliatingly good to feel the warmth rolling and pushing this way and that, curling beneath the underside. He'd played around before with males, but never like this, never where his entire body was throbbing and screaming with need that was at odds with his gender. The warm wolf scent that filled his nose was beyond erotic, it was absolutely divine. He couldn't think past it, and it was the feel of his pounding desire rocked through him. He only wanted one thing, to hike his tail up, to present himself to the male in front of him and give himself over. He wanted what the male scent promised. The fertile musk of a male, the ripe hint that made his stomach contract and grow almost feverishly hot. In that moment he understood what the potion had done to him, what it was still doing.

I'm in heat... The thought made him whine shallowly as the tongue pushed harder against him. I'm not a female, though!!!

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There was no denying the sensations, the emotions that swam through his mind and screamed their desire. He knew what it was, what it all meant, it didn't matter that he was male and had no ability to be pregnant, the potion was forcing him to go through the cycles of a canine heat and drawing the wolf to him. He could smell it himself! Whatever else he might have been thinking, it was lost when suddenly the forehead pushed forward. He felt the brush of thick plush fur against his stomach and cock, the tongue pushed lower, right against the curve of his ass cheek before the sudden push and rock made him lose his balance. The paw gave a shove, a calculated push that sent him down, the powerful wolf's head jerked up and lunged, the fox didn't have any chance to catch himself.

He fell on his back and yelped out while the massive male loomed over him, the broad red tongue lolled out and showed every one of the sharp canines. Vix wanted him, he wanted him worse than anything he could put together, his mind was lost in the heat of the potion. Even when his eyes slipped down the white form and saw something blood red jutting out, it didn't stop the need that was soaring through him and made him sift about. He rolled over, twisting his body, turning with a high pitched whimper as the beast's head darted down and nipped roughly right along the base of his thick soft tail. The hold was firm, the teeth almost digging in as the powerful male yanked him up with a short rough pull that brought a cry to his lips. He pushed his knees beneath him, lifted his ass higher in the air while his fingers spread open wide and claws dug roughly against the ground.

All of the blood in his body seemed to be concentrated in two places, his loins and his head, he could feel the heat pounding in his ears, his breathing came out in short rapid gasps. He pushed his ass as high as it would go, tried to bear himself to the male, he had no thoughts of shame, no hesitation in exposing himself to an animal, the only thing on his mind was to bring an end to the desire building in his chest. He let out a short keening sound before his tail was released and the hot tongue pushed down again. It slathered right along his pucker, the hot silken opening quivering as the fox whined out in submission, high pitched and quivering before the large head slipped over the curve of his haunches.

_This... isn't right... is it? _ Vix's mind worked slowly, but it didn't push past the pulsing desire that was beating in time with his heart.

The paws moved around him, the weight of the chest suddenly pushed up and over the fox's ass cheeks, the powerful shove was almost too much. He couldn't think, couldn't get away, the force pressed down roughly and kept him pinned in place where there was no hope for him to wiggle free. Not that he wanted too, not truly, he cried out as the overly large paws wrapped right around the curve of his hips and yanked him back roughly. He had to struggle to keep his ass up in the air, his legs trembling with the effort to hold the weight and then something jabbed up roughly against his tail base, the cock pushed against him, hot and hard, rubbing over him while he let out a breathy noise of need.

The hard boned cock hit against him over and over, jets of precum splattered out in hot ropes that trailed down along either side of his fur, the tip jabbed roughly, hitting and grinding as the powerful haunches spread open to wrap around his hips. The tip hit harder, sometimes low and hitting right against his balls, sometimes too high so it pushed along the base of his tail and made wet patches against his soft plush for. Vix squirmed and twisted, he tried to drop his hips down, struggled to help the wolf aim. The hot heavy breath from the beast hit against the back of his neck, the teeth nipped against him as the tip started to slip downwards and suddenly jabbed right up against his overly sensitive pucker, digging in hard so the fox cried out in a high pitched voice.

He didn't get time to brace, there was no careful easing inwards, only a splatter of precum and suddenly the boned cock was stabbing and digging in with a rough powerful drive. His anal ring was splayed open, forced open wider and wider, stretching while he was shoved forward. Only the paws that clutched against his hips kept him in place as they dug in roughly and yanked him backwards. Inch by inch, the slimy boned shaft began to push in deeper and deeper, forcing the walls to wrap tightly around the narrow tip. The jets of watery precum were spilled into him, hitting hard and deep, helping to lubricating the powerful internal muscles that began to clutch and pull.

With another powerful thrust he felt as if he was being spread in two, his breathing came out in a hot rush, erupting out of his spread muzzle while he let out a high pitched howl. It hurt, it ached, and all at once it felt deliciously right, the caressing walls were tugged and stroked, the jets of precum began to end up squelched around the edges as the oversized cock continued to force it's way in. Every breath came out in rapid bursts, his tongue lolled out while a pair of powerful jaws clamped down against the nape of the fox's neck and gave a rough pull as the beast lunged forward again, this time driving all the way up to the thickest point of the base. The line of the cock caressed and stroked right over the sensitive rise of his prostate, putting pressure on it.

Vix felt his own cock throbbing beneath him, the sensation of it was almost painfully pleasurable, but nothing compared to the feeling of being filled. His body understood this need, it was built for it, in his mind he needed the male more than anything else in the world. He groaned and pushed his hips backwards a few times, pushing roughly against the swell of the base before the beast yanked backwards a few inches and drove forward. The short powerful thrust made him cry out, the first of many as the beast seemed to have a switch flipped and began to hammer into the male beneath him with rapid powerful drives. Every thrust rocked through him, tearing through his body, running along his spine and making his world narrow down to the painful pleasure of being filled.

His inner muscles reacted and clutched down tightly, milking and suckling greedily, pulling from base all the way to the tip. Every thrust hammered the knot against his pucker, the wet obscene noises rang in his ears as the fox began to thrust in turn, his hips jerking forward in short powerful movements, trying to hit against his own belly. His hands spread open wide, arms stretching in front of him as the legs yanked him backwards again, jerking him nearly up and off his foot paws before letting him down again. The powerful jaws spread open wider clamped around his neck, strands of drool spilled down against his neck, matting up the soft plush fur.

It was all building up rapidly, flaring hot and making every part of his body pound in time with his heart. He bit his lower lip, stifling his cries as the powerful base began to push and wedge against him, the force of the wolf's muscled haunches splayed Vix open wider and wider. His entire body was trying to clamp down around the too large shaft, his anal ring stretching open rapidly larger as he let out a shallow cry and his head jerked backwards. The paws yanked, the blunt claws dug in on either side of his inner thighs, biting roughly, and it didn't matter. The pleasure was building rapidly, pushing him higher and higher until he could feel his own knot pushing his sheath downwards as it grew wider and wider.

His claws bit harder against the wood flood, scoring it as he lifted his head up and parted his muzzle open wide and let out a high pitched shrieking cry of pleasure that he couldn't stop. There was no hope of holding it back, he didn't care if people outside of the room could hear, his knot swelled it's full size without even the aid of something holding him, not even his paw. The first rush of pleasure spasmed through him and his balls drew up tight between his legs, throbbing and quivering before the first hot rush of seed spilled out of his cock tip. It hit hard against his belly fur, hitting down against the ground as thrust after thrust milked the pleasure from him. The stiff boned cock pumped in and out rapidly, plunging ever deeper into him and dragging back out again, every time that knot threatened to sink all the way home.

With a final ragged thrust his ass was forced all the way up in the air, there was no help for it, he couldn't stop the feel of his walls splaying open wider and wider. The anal ring was almost burning as he felt the knot wedging forward, forcing in deeper and deeper, his entire body shuddering in place before he let out a high pitched yelping noise. He didn't hear the sound of claws on the ground, at least not right away, all he heard was the lewd popping sound as the oversized knot sank home and plunged into him with a wet popping sound that made him yelp out shallowly. The too large cock held him open as the larger balls suddenly slapped up against his own, slamming up hard against his own.

He was stretched wider and wider as the cock was straining open wider and wider, a taut quivering tunnel that milked around the shaft as Vix trembled and shuddered on the ground. The hips kept thrusting back and forth in short bucking movements that dragged his hips back, well and truly knotted to the other male. The throbbing length quivered inside of him before the first watery blast of lupine cum erupted from the cock tip, splattering in deep in hot waves while the inner walls began to suckle and pull. Vix's trembling body pushed back harder against the powerful haunches, feeling the rich spill running into his over heated body, he wanted it, he wanted it more than he could say. His world was narrowed down to that driving need. There was no room for anything else, just that throbbing desire for more and more of the seed that flooded him.

"I knew you'd get along." A drawling voice made the fox jerk his ears upwards and felt a paw run along his head. The wolf on his back growled a low sound, but the jaws remained gripping the back of his neck.

Vix's eyes opened up slowly and found the tri-colored painted dog crouched down in front of him, the paw rubbed along his ears while the fox tried to figure out what was happening. The male's jaws parted in a smile and he reached a paw down towards the back of his neck. The wolf's teeth released him and he heard the beast growling above him, the hips giving a little buck back and forth as the knot kept his ass high in the air. What was the Doc doing here? The Vix tried to protest as the paw reached down and cupped beneath the edge of his jaws and lifted his head up from the ground. His eyes were drawn down along the mottled color of the canine, the tan and white chest that led down towards something that was a dark glistening red that jutted up from the heavy sheath.

"Wh-what?" Vix couldn't think, his entire body was relaxing under the feel of a successful breeding. There was no room for anything else except that pleasure, the throb of his heart through his entire body.

"C'mon, darlin', I wasn't goin' to let you pass by without some enjoyment..." The painted dog's paw forced his head up in the air, while the wolf behind him shifted and one of the powerful legs slipped over his back as the creature turned. "After all, been a long time since a boy like you has come walkin' through my doors. Too many males wantin' to be bigger an' badder.."

The fox's head was lifted while the wolf moved to stand ass to ass with him, the heavy balls bumped right along the base of his tail as he whimpered out at the feel of the cock stirring inside of him. Everything felt far too over sensitive, his mind still wasn't working, at least not right. His mind was filled with desire and heat as his head was lifted high enough that he unsteadily pushed up onto his hands so he was standing on all fours. Doc grinned down at him, the silver canine's flashed wickedly as the paws moved to rub along his cheeks and drew him downwards. The thick length that rested along the mottled belly was stiff, even the knot was jutting out so that the sheath was pushed down along the underside.

Vix whimpered a little and tried to pull back, but he was pushed forward until his muzzle was pushed right up along the line of the cock, the precum smeared out messily along the line of his muzzle, dribbling downwards and coating his whiskers. The warm sweet scent of male musk filled his nose, making him lick out automatically and flicked out along the line of the girth. He tasted the salty-sweet precum and swallowed it down with a groan. He wanted that taste, just as badly as he wanted the wolf behind him and the cock that still throbbed along his passage. He could feel the drooling cum spilling out of the tip, pooling within his passage messily as his walls continued to squeeze greedily.

"Open up, darlin'. Your night is only just beginnin'." Doc murmured softly and guided his muzzle up towards the tip.

The fox shivered and tilted his head, coiling his tongue around the glistening boned cock, slipping downwards towards the base as it pushed into his narrow muzzle. The next jet of precum splattered out to hit the roof of his mouth as he groaned out and pushed his muzzle downwards to push closer and closer towards the base. His mind quivering with a new rush of desire that was only egged on by the feel of the knot still grinding inside of him. He moved one of his paws up to grip the mottled hip and pushed downwards and spread his maw open wider and wider. He tried to swallow around it, strands of saliva and precum clung from his lips as he pushed all the way down and tip started to edge towards the back of his throat.

No matter how badly the heat was building in his lower belly again, his walls pulled harder around the cock as he dropped his head down to the point that his lips pushed right up against the sheath. The thickness of the base forced his maw open just that much wider, making him struggle to hold the so large base while the tip finally pushed into his throat. He twisted his tongue around the cock, dragging along the length, working up towards the tip in a smooth movement as he heard Doc growling out in pleasure, the hips rocking forward in a short buck that jabbed him in deeper. The precum clung to his tongue, the taste of it making his mind still and slow, nothing mattered now. Not his pride, not where he was, not who he was with, all that mattered was the taste and feel of the warm male bodies.

He began to work his tongue and muzzle, bobbing up and down slowly, pulling with his tongue to caress along the spire that throbbed along the roof of his mouth. Each time he pushed down it wedged into his throat, making him struggle around the side, the knot pinned down his tongue while his nose pushed right down against the heavy folds of the sheath. He moved a paw up to grip the tri-colored hip, digging in a bit firmly so that he could balance himself as he pulled back, running his tongue heatedly along the glans, scooping around it, coiling until he heard the painted dog groaning out low in his throat and the hips jabbed forward in a powerful short buck.

He was so distracted by the taste and feel of the cock in his muzzle that he barely realized that the wolf was tugging against him and the knot. The girth pulled and tugged along his pucker, making him yelp out, the sound muffled around the so large shaft. The wolf yanked harder, leaning forward and tugging his hips backwards until only the grip of the powerful paw on the back of his neck kept him in place, the cock drooling over his tongue and spilling along his lips as his anal ring spread open wider and wider. The knot pulled out steadily, tugging, splaying him open before there was a lewd popping sound as the girth tugged out with a hot wet noise.

Vix shuddered and twisted, jerking forward so that the cock suddenly plunged into his throat in a hard thrust that had him coughing and shuddering. He felt oozing precum spilling down along his inner thighs, thick heavy ropes of cream hit along the back of his balls and inner thighs as the fold's hot tongue briefly twisted around and ran right up along his aching violated pucker. The fox squirmed and pulled his head back, the cock dragging free of his lips leaving strands of saliva and cum clinging to them, his breathing came out in short shuddering bursts as he tried his best to make his mind work. The painted dog rubbed his drooling cock tip right along his messy muzzle, stroking against the fur lightly.

"Turn around, pet, ya don't want to leave your partner's cock messy now, do ya? And I want my turn next." The low growl to the words sent a shudder running down the fox's spine, his eyes squeezing shut.

What else could he do, but obey?

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It seemed like days when Vix stepped out of the steaming showers provided by the club, his fur damp and heavy with water, scrubbed over with thick sweet soap so that every trace of the males were gone. Not that it helped, his mind was flooded with sensory memories that still affected him, made it hard to concentrate despite the fact the potion was wearing off. He could control those thoughts now, he no longer smelled of heat and need, at least not to his own nose. He shook himself out as he stood in the tiled room, his breathing still a bit too fast as he licked his muzzle a few times and tried to keep his mind focused on what he was doing. He'd never felt so raw, like one more orgasm would be the end of him, he had been grateful that the owner and wolf had let him go when they did.

I thought I was going to go mad... The fox picked up a towel and stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes were lidded and his expression weary, but pleased. It was hard not to be pleased.

He had lost track of how many times he had enjoyed himself, how many times he had climaxed, how many times he had been impaled on one end or the other. He had lost count, they had used him one after another, sometimes at the same time, teasing him, building the pleasure up time and time again. He couldn't even remember why he had been fighting it, now he just felt relaxed. The edge of embarrassment was still there, but it was fading as he let out a soft breath and sighed, his ears tipping back firmly against his head. It had been the most erotic experience of his life and he didn't even know how he felt about it. He toweled himself off, refusing to think about it as he did so.

"Sorry, sir!" A muffled yip made him tilt his head a little as the door to the showers opened and someone with a deep voice rumbled, too deep to understand what they were saying.

He knew he wasn't the only one in the shower, there had been a pair of horses that had been leaving when he came in and he'd heard others filtering in. The place was more like a gym shower than anything else, but the showering stalls at least offered some privacy for those that came in. He was just grateful there seemed to only be a few people in there at the moment, he didn't know what he would do if he had to face a group.

"Oh of course, here you go!" The employee answered again, and then spoke softer, rapidly, only to have the deeper voice answer again, a bit more forcefully, but just as low as before. "Alright, but Doc will have my hide."

The fox shook his head and finished drying his fur, padding to where his clothes were left in a neat pile. He wanted to be dressed and to head home, he wanted to sort out his experience in the privacy of his own home where no one would interrupt him. It took him little time to wriggle into his jeans, flushing a little as he realized that a good two inches of his shaft was still jutting out of his sheath, already showing his eagerness to continue.

"Hey there.." A deep voice made him pause as he buttoned his jeans, a large tiger padded into the room, his tail tip curling lazily.

The white and black creature was entirely nude, his sheath hanging out as if there wasn't a reason to hide it, though he had a towel cast over one shoulder. His short muzzle was parted in a grin that showed his sharp teeth, every one of them flashing before the long red tongue flicked out to lick over the bridge of his lips. He came in closer, the yellow-green eyes fixed on Vix so he couldn't quite move, he felt pinned in place as the other male extended a hand that held three envelopes.

"Your invites, Linn was going to give them to you, but I figured you'd want privacy instead of a stranger barging in." The tiger rumbled, his voice painfully deep as he kept his hand out.

"I.... oh..." Vix blinked at the dark red envelopes and reached out to take them, his ears splayed to either side. "I guess.. thanks. I forgot I'd get those."

"I wouldn't want you to forget them." The tiger's smile grew as Vix grabbed the envelopes, only to feel the fingers sliding out to brush along the back of his hand. "I hope you keep one for yourself, it would give me great..... pleasure to share room four with you again."

Vix startled and looked up in shock as the large tiger's yellow-green eyes remained fixed on him, making it hard to move, hard to breathe. The same eyes that had regarded him in the darkness of the room, the eyes that had watched him writhe in unconcealed pleasure and desire. He swallowed and simply nodded his head, his muzzle quivering slightly, there was no other possible answer.