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--Prologue I

Cut it out! Stop it! My homework! Why are you doing this to me? Leave me alone, jerk!

Nefas heard those phrases nearly every day. Though only thirteen-and-a-half, he stood tall above his schoolmates. Hyena and honey badger genealogy made him into a massive brute, and as hyenas had notorious mental instability and badgers were not renowned for good temperaments, Nefas abused his stature. He was a cruel bully with a my way or the highway mentality which everybody deferred to him in time. Small brains and a penchant for violence made him the subject of admiration for the jocks. The cool kids avoided him as if he were a curse and Nefas likewise had no interest in them. He liked the submissive ones from the weaker cliques. Nerds, fatties and sissies, none mutually exclusive. He abused their ranks by stuffing students stuffed into lockers, shoved his ripened jock straps into hapless mouths, forced heads into toilet bowls and burned countless sheets of homework.

Nefas' first victim of the day writhed in his meaty grasp. The victim was small and feminine, a young man who would undoubtedly develop into a beautiful twink in his nearing puberty. He was a foxcoon, another obtuse hybrid just like Nefas himself but their similarities went no further. "Come on Nefas, let me go," he growled. In a show of threat he bared his pointed teeth and pinned his ears back into the blonde locks of his hair.

Nefas grinned wide and showed the teeth of a hyena. "Why, what're you gonna do? Gonna hit me, faggot?" Testament to his dominion at school was Nefas' public torment of the foxcoon in the hall, between classes. Other students watched transfixed in a mix of morbid curiosity and fear. Nobody was laughing, pointing or encouraging anything, merely watching as the king of the bullies held court.

"I hate you!" the foxcoon squealed and impotently thrashed in Nefas' overwhelming grip. With one massive paw the badyena held the mixed fox's wrists together over his head and the other held the twink so tightly under an armpit as to bruise his young flesh. While tightening his grin into something more appropriately malicious Nefas thrust the small fox into the adjacent lockers. Though the clatter was noisy and startling, his victim's shoulder blades took the brunt of the impact. Nefas feared nothing the sissy foxcoon could do and he groped harder on the flesh he had already bruised before shifting his grip to that long, silky hair. For a schoolyard sadist like Nefas, the potential discomfort it could cause was irresistible and he jerked sharply to the side.

The fox started to squeal, but as much as Nefas liked that sound he knew it would summon adult help. With swiftness that seemed unlikely for his massive and lumbering body he dropped the foxcoon's wrists, clapped a paw around the back of his head and ground that long, vulpine snout into his own armpit, left bare by his penchant for wifebeaters. "Yeah, smell it good!" Nefas cackled.

The fox's cry was muffled and it gave over to an unsavory groan thanks to the odorous assault of Nefas' dubiously-clean armpit. To cap the impromptu muzzling off, Nefas brought his arm down and ensnared the foxcoon's head where it was and all the while ground his face in harder and harder like chalking up a pool cue. After a few moments he pulled the fox out and allowed him a quick breath but quickly began to force his snout back in. The school bell rang and stopped the assault, and the students hurriedly milled their way through the halls to make up lost time.

"Looks like we're done here for now," Nefas growled, pushing the foxcoon back into the locker.

The tod's head stayed low in fearful submission as he slid down the surface of the locker, plopped in front of it, hugged his knees and shook.

The badyena grinned and lashed the tufted length of his tail. "Might wanna get some deodorant for your face now, Roll-On," he sniggered. He purposefully stepped on the foxcoon's long fluffy tail on his way off, but his victim didn't give him the satisfaction of a flinch or a yelp.

--Prologue II

Karma always gets you in the end. Nefas reflected on the thought. When he was sixteen, high school had been his kingdom full of subjects to terrorize. His bullying antics were at their zenith and his cruelty and dominance were legendary affairs and he bullied other bullies for not meeting his standards. In the middle stages of puberty his size had grown larger and so had his appetite for sadism. As his sex drive developed his sex life flourished and he had many girlfriends, usually concurrently.

It all came crashing down spectacularly. Puberty didn't just bring him bigger muscles, more active genitals and more colorful smells to torture his victims with. It brought him breasts, too. Nefas questioned his poor luck usually when feminine urges made him hug his pillow at night and sob. He wondered if it was some mismatched chromosome, an overzealous gland or a vengeful god, but something made his body renege on the idea of being male. Though the imbalance came far too late to outright transform him into the fairer sex, his sudden change put him somewhere in between the two genders with humiliating and curious results. What could've been stopped early with hormonal blockers and testosterone therapy was instead exacerbated by what was either a shorthand mistake from the doctor or laziness on the part of the pharmacists, but whatever the case was, Nefas spent a year and a half ingesting estrogen supplements instead of blockers. By the time his doctor realized the mistake Nefas had been endowed with two sets of firm breasts, the lower ones less noticeable in size but awkward and vulgar on his body all the same.

For the remainder of high school Nefas changed profoundly. He never apologized to anybody he had wronged but he avoided trouble at all costs. More than that, he avoided all attention that he could. His sex life withered and died quickly and his attitude became bitter and introverted due to a combination of female hormones and the stigma of his breasts. Despite succeeding in keeping his secret with the use of heavy clothing even in the hottest months, Nefas left high school and went straight into college embittered and hollow, as vulnerable as everybody he had abused over the years. Not once was the irony lost on him.

--1

College football was in full swing. Nefas affinity lay with the over-aggressive jocks and he didn't hesitate to sign up. Dressing in the locker room was always a challenge but the heavy padding helped him keep his secrets.

It was Nefas' desire for the camaraderie of his fellow jerks and jocks that drew him in but something else kept him enraptured. Beyond the male bonding of team sports was the tactile experience and Nefas had not had sex in the two years since his problems began. Masturbation helped to take off the edge but being around the football team, pressing against them, smelling their sweaty bodies and watching them change affected him in unsettling and homoerotic ways.

Even so, covert lust was the least of his problems. The feminine traits he had started to develop made it difficult to play the brute football required him to be. All that had saved him so far were his strong legs. In his favor, his large claws and teeth made him a menacing sight on the field. Terrifying looks and the ability to run were really all that a football player needed, he noticed. The ability to throw the ball would have been helpful yet he was invaluable all the same, not that this fact did anything to subdue the overbearing coach's loud criticisms. Nefas could tolerate most of the scolding with a little kowtowing but what always stung was the coach's inevitable declaration that Nefas threw like a girl. For all his attempts to be more masculine, Nefas had simply stopped developing in that regard. He had the musculature of a teenage boy, and though he had been a formidable brute at the time he was ill-suited for adult athletics.

Out on the field in the middle of practice, Nefas drew in a breath and clutched the ball tightly. He remembered the posture and he planted his feet. He wound up, grimaced and hurled the pigskin with everything he had, missing his waiting teammate's paws a few yards short and well to the side.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ, you throw like a goddamned bitch sometimes!" the coach barked. His beady German Shepherd eyes glared at Nefas from beneath the shade of his visor. Nefas visibly flinched, glanced at the coach and promptly put his head down. "You fucking pansy," the coach groaned. He plodded across the field with his gut drooping lazily over the elastic waistband of his shorts and put his snarling face right up to Nefas'. "I didn't take your fucked-up crossbred ass onto this team for charity, boy!" he barked and smacked his clipboard against the side of Nefas' helmet.

Nefas was only hurt emotionally but he flinched away from the coach all the same. "I'm sorry," he bleated.

"You bet you are!" the dog screamed, spittle flying in Nefas' quivering face. "Get your thumb out of your ass and figure out how to throw a fucking ball, boy! I swear to god, if your lame throwing costs us this season, you're getting a fucking blanket party!"

To preserve his sanity and his tattered self-esteem, Nefas tuned out the coach's ongoing rambling about past glory and the last ungrateful whelp who dared to undermine his star football team. He acknowledged the coach with curt nods and yessir nosir I'm listening sir when prompted. It was a small mercy that by the time the coach had blown the air out of his lungs, football practice had ended. Nefas wanted only to go back to his dorm so he could cry himself to sleep. That was where he headed after a challenging locker room shower.

--2

Nefas' roommate was a friendly yet uncool kangaroo named Bart and their

relationship was a cordial one. Nefas' dark secret had come out to the kangaroo unwillingly but Bart understood and made a promise that the badyena's secret would stay one.

When the badyena trudged into the room he greeted the studying Bart with a wave and flopped into bed. At that juncture he had no plans and no interest in anything at all. He just wanted to cease to exist. It wasn't a suicidal thought. All he wanted was for his problems, or at least his perception of them to cease to be. Fat chance he scornfully thought, closing his eyes.

"Hey, Nef," Bart said, turning and leaning over the back of the desk chair, "how you doing, mate?" The fact that Bart was actually Australian given his species was just too perfect. His accent lent every word a charming twang and made him easy to open up to. Given that he already had a calm and well-adjusted demeanor, it made him a decent confidant.

"I'm just alive," Nefas grunted.

"Counts for something, eh?" the kangaroo chuckled. "So I've got some plans tonight, yeah? There's a pretty cool party going on in the computer labs. LAN parties and stuff like that. I think you ought to come!" He grinned playfully and rubbed his palms together. "Yummy pizza, fun to be had."

The badyena rolled over onto his side and to face the wall. To further shut himself off from the kangaroo, he curled his modest tail around his behind and drew his knees up to his chest. "I don't feel like it," he whined.

Bart had expected some resistance, if not outright shutdown from Nefas. In the interest of friendship he had tried. He stood up from the chair, quietly padded to Nefas' bed and sat on the edge. "Well look," he coolly said, "it'll be going on for most of the night, Friday and all, y'know. You ought to come down if you change you mind, play some computer games and talk. Nobody's gonna ask any strange questions about you, mate."

Nefas grunted a reply and the kangaroo took it as the negative growl it was. He stood up and left, closing the door behind himself.

An hour of weeping later, Nefas was stricken with loneliness so he slipped into one of his unseasonable sweaters and stepped out of the dormitory. In a timid gesture, he glanced down the hall one way and then the other as if about to cross a busy road. It was no surprise to see other students milling in and out of the myriad rooms in the featureless hallway.

A fear of Nefas' was that somebody might yank his shirt up on a whim or grab him in a way that would expose his secret. It was a miniscule concern and not something he thought was terribly likely yet it lingered on the edges of his mind all the time. Because of it, as he passed others in the halls he gave them a wide berth and did everything he could not to draw attention to himself. Being so large and unusual made this a difficult endeavor but the others always noticed his unease and gave him his space.

Nearing the basement computer lab, Nefas heard the trappings of a good party. Talking, laughter and music denoted a good time. Despite his nerves, he wanted to be involved. When he stepped up to the double doors of the lab a young lady in the uniform of a local pizza parlor emerged, shot Nefas a polite smile and walked harmlessly past him. The knowledge that there was pizza inside reminded Nefas that he hadn't eaten since before football practice and a noisy churn in his stomach came on cue.

Like a child sneaking through the house after bedtime, Nefas timidly observed from the edge of the doors, propped open with unopened bundles of printer paper. With no interest in computers or gaming he had never actually seen the computer lab. What he saw was like another world.

A dense rack of servers sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by heavy plastic wrap with windows cut for their massive vents. He guessed the plastic was meant to keep them clean and safe during the party. Entrails of cables fed into the ceilings to supply the entire campus with internet access and the local campus website. Arranged in rows and staggered in less-walked places were computers on tables. Some were desktops and most were laptops but all of them were linked together and occupied while their users played first person shooters in informal competition. Onlookers hovered around over the gamers and watched their screens, some silent in nail- and lip-chewing anxiety while others whooped and hollered, reminding Nefas of football fans. Other guests were disinterested in the gaming and they partook of the socializing and pizza.

Pizza motivated Nefas again and he slowly padded inside. He queerly half-expected the action and sounds to taper off while everybody turned their attention on him like John Wayne blowing into a rowdy saloon for the first time. Instead he went unnoticed beyond small waves and jolly greetings when he infrequently made eye contact. After cautiously navigating a small maze of folding tables and people he made it to the back of the room where five boxes of pizza sat open, each topped differently and in varying stages of consumption.

"Hey," Nefas quietly asked a tall, bespectacled tomcat nearby, "can I have some of this?" The tom was unmistakably one of the nerds and was presumably keeping the food safe from gluttons or pranksters. He answered Nefas with a nod. Nefas smiled awkwardly, nodded back and grabbed one of the styrofoam plates close by, which he topped with a big, gooey slice of loaded pizza.

While he sank his big teeth into it he turned, took a step and bumped into another guest just walking up to the pizza. They were barely taller than Nefas but his body was dense enough to make them stagger back. "Oh, hey," he started, "I'm sor--," but the rest of the word turned into a squeak when he saw who he'd bumped into.

The slender, feminine creature was very pretty as far as men went. He had clearly vulpine features with the mask and tail bands of a raccoon but what clinched this foxcoon's identity for Nefas was the blonde hair. It was the badyena's favorite former victim. Agonizing seconds passed while they stared at each other in dumb silence. The foxcoon finally grinned. In that quick flash of teeth Nefas saw incomprehensible wickedness, and even after it leveled off into a smile the fire kept glowing in the foxcoon's eyes. "I remember you," said the foxcoon, his voice tight. "If it isn't the badyena."

"Um," Nefas squeaked through a clenched jaw. His plate was tilted at a steep angle from negligence but the cheese on his pizza had melted to its surface. "I don't uh, think we've met," he unconvincingly muttered. To busy himself he took a quick and sharp bite of his pizza and prolonged the chewing as much as he could.

The fox smiled wanly and flicked his tail. "I'm pretty sure we have. Don't you remember nicknaming me Roll-On? You know, because your favorite thing was to grind my face into your armpit," he dryly stated, folding his arms across his chest.

Nefas blushed and tried to look away from the foxcoon. With an effort like trying to get a rock down his throat, he swallowed his food heavily. "I need to go."

"Nuh-uh," the foxcoon grinned and clapped a black paw on the badyena's shoulder. "Let's catch up, you and me. Get some things," he licked his lips, "off of our chests."

He knows, Nefas thought. His eyes snapped up to the fox's and dilated to pinpoints. His face tightened into a grimace. I don't know how, but he knows. Oh god, oh my god, oh my god he knows. Visibly disturbed, Nefas fidgeted from one foot to the other and made his long badger claws click on the tile. "If you want to, I guess..."

--3

Nefas found himself led by his former victim into an office just off the computer lab. It would be vacant for the rest of the night and it seemed to be the perfect place to catch up but the idea of talking to the fox for any length of time made Nefas' stomach knot up. Despite his hunger his appetite was missing in action and he dropped his half-eaten slice of pizza into the trash can where it would undoubtedly become an interesting smell over the coming days.

"Have a seat," the foxcoon said as he took to the single chair in the room. He propped his feet up on the desk, idly wiggling his demure, naked toes.

Nefas looked around for a seat of his own with half-hearted effort. When nothing turned up he carefully folded his arms across his chest. His face was stricken with anxiety. "You um, look good," he said, sounding painfully contrived.

"Why, thank you," the foxcoon cooed with a coy smile. To the side his tail flicked and its long, thick fluff appeared very soft to Nefas who even admired it for just a moment. "I kept thinking I'd seen you around here, usually with the other jocks," said the twink as he folded his arms behind his head. "I just assumed I was imagining it at first, but when I saw you by the pizza there," a big and toothy grin, "and when I saw that dumb fucking look on your face, I knew it was you."

Nefas' expression shifted from nervous to sour, but the anxiety didn't leave his eyes. "I'm not, like," he stammered, "a bully anymore. I don't do that stuff to anybody now."

With accusation in his shallow eyes the fox asked, "Why the change of heart? What's got you so timid, huh?"

"I'm not timid," Nefas huffed with slight aggravation, "I just don't bully anybody now!"

"Well, just because you've changed doesn't mean you have a clean slate. You hurt a lot of people, you know," the foxcoon growled.

He knows. That's the only reason he's got me in here. I'm being fucked with. "Look," Nefas whined with a quivering lower lip, "what do you want from me? An apology? I'm sorry!"

The fox sneered. "An apology means dick if you force it."

"But I am sorry," the badyena groaned. "I don't want any trouble from anybody anymore."

A beat interrupted in the conversation, and then the foxcoon coyly asked, "How sorry?" Nefas

only narrowed his eyes and the twink went on, "Had too many balls smacked against your face, quarterback? How sorry are you?"

"I'm just sorry," Nefas reiterated in a low and dangerous voice. He was only just keeping his temper under control. Even as atrophied as his masculinity was from the estrogen, he knew he still could have simply killed the sissy fox with his claws if he so desired. The thought was a thrilling rush and he wanted to hold onto it but his conscience said otherwise. He acquiesced and sighed heavily.

"Let's put that regret to the test," the interrogating fox grinned. After splaying the toes on his left foot, he pushed that pink-padded paw toward the incredulous badyena.

Nefas inarticulately grunted a questioning noise and his ears flattened against his head.

Despite the open door and the party just beyond, the handsome foxcoon wriggled his toes and then beckoned Nefas with a finger. "Lick my foot," he simply commanded with a most lewd smile.

Nefas began to blush but it was subtle. There was no pleasure in it, only humiliation and impotent anger. "Or what? Are you gonna fucking tell everyone if I don't?" he growled with a sad, disgruntled expression. His eyes more hopeless than that, welling with tears.

"Tell everyone?" the fox coolly asked, his grin somehow becoming even more malicious.

The badyena's lip quivered, and he buried his face in his palms. "Oh, shit."

"Hah," the foxcoon laughed, grinning in intrigue. "The plot thickens. What're you hiding, douchebag?"

Full circle, huh? Nefas thought while rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. I fucking it blew it myself. This fucking fox is the devil or something. "I-I'm not telling you," the badyena defiantly huffed while he held back the feminine urge to cry.

"Sure, that's fine," the fox said, thus earning a queer look from Nefas. "Your secrets are your secrets. I'll just start telling everybody on campus that you've got some horrible, dark enigma hanging around you. Especially the guys on the football team. Considering that I fuck half of them anyway, they'll be really interested in what I have to say..."

"You're a monster!" the badyena whined. By then his eyes bulged in rage. "Why would you even do that to me!? I told you I'm sorry!"

After coldly feeding off of the hysteria, the fox wiggled his toes longingly. "Lick my foot," he repeated, his tone stern and not to be denied.

Trembling with rage and terror, unsure of where one emotion ended and the other began, Nefas glanced out the door of the office. Nobody was looking inside or even close enough to make out what was happening in the dimly-lit office. He turned back to the foxcoon, leaned down to his foot and growled, "I hate you."

"I've known that since the day we met," the fox answered dryly. "Shut up and start licking."

Nefas dragged his tongue across the padded bottom of the foxcoon's foot. Among his worries and anger he reviled the act. Unabashedly he hated the fox and hoped for him to suddenly die of a stroke. Subconsciously he noted how delicate and clean the fox's paw was. He wondered just what the foxcoon did to keep his feet in such perfect shape. To punctuate the finer points of the badyena's torment the foxcoon emitted a long and obnoxiously loud moan which made Nefas flinch and look over his own shoulder. "Shut up!" he hissed. "Someone's gonna hear us!"

"Yeah, they might," the tod spoke lewdly and with a grin. "All right. You can detail my feet another time," he conceded and put his feet down on the floor. Nefas' relief was almost palpable and he stood with a tired sigh. All he wanted was to go back to his room and sleep now and he wordlessly turned to walk off. "Hold up, now," the twink fox called. One could hear the dirty sadism in his tone.

"What?" Nefas stiffly grunted with a glance over his shoulder. At once he heard a zipper sliding down and he whined lowly.

The foxcoon eased his pants and briefs down to the floor and shook them off of his feet. Sitting again and now pantsless behind the desk, he didn't look offensive to anybody who might simply walk in. "Unless you want the whole campus to know you've got some dark little secret," the fox smiled, "you're gonna lick my asshole."

"That's disgusting!" Nefas groaned in hypocrisy, it being something he had received and enjoyed on a few occasions from one of his more slutty girlfriends. "I'm not doing that."

"You who loved to shove my nose into your armpits is squicked at the idea of shoving your nose under my balls?" the foxcoon asked, fixing his steady eyes on Nefas' stern but cracking face. "Considering what disgusting or degrading things I could blackmail you into at this point, I'd say you have it pretty easy."

Nefas turned, bristled and folded his arms across his chest. "But you're asking--"

"Ordering, let's not mince words," the foxcoon smirked.

The badyena huffed and shouted, "I'm not licking your ass!" After the outburst he winced and fervently looked out the door but nobody seemed to know they were in there. "Ugh, I fucking hate you."

The twink tutted, leaned back in the swiveling chair and languidly folded his arms behind his head. "Let me ease your concerns. If it's hygiene, my butt is a hell of a lot more sanitary than your greasy armpits ever were. I'm an effeminate homosexual, Nefas. My colon is probably cleaner than an operating room. But if your concern has to do with your dignity, well," he scoffed and laughed, "you don't fucking have any."

Nefas inched closer with a grimace on his face and his claws flexing angrily. When he was on the tod's side of the desk he peered out the door one more time before finally kneeling. The foxcoon's shapely legs parted around him and came to rest on his shoulders. He peered up the foxcoon's body, past his semi-aroused sheath to glare hatefully into the tod's eyes but the anger was impotent. Aside from murder and then prison, where he was certain he'd be a very popular bitch, he had no recourse. "I fucking hate you," he hissed, pure venom.

"Broken record much?" the fox asked while pulling Nefas closer with his legs, which were surprisingly strong. This forced the badyena's nose right into the foxcoon's balls and the twink hooked his legs behind Nefas' back like a harness. Nefas snuffled and whined into the fluff and he tried uselessly to writhe out of the fox's grasp. With the leverage the foxcoon had with his legs, escape was unlikely.

While sniggering in a weaselly manner, the twink braced both of his forepaws on the back of the ex-bully's head and ground him in snout-first. "Sniff 'em and learn to love that smell, it'll make things easier for you." While Nefas squirmed and groaned the foxcoon kept pulling him in. It was only when the struggling petered out that the twink let go of the badyena's head, but that small amount of sexual abuse was just the beginning. After lifting his balls he pulled Nefas back in with his strong, slender legs and forced Nefas' tender nose into the thinly-furred run of flesh that was the twink's taint, where the scent of vulpine musk was at its' most heady. Even so it was a surprisingly mild scent, even an enjoyable one to the right nose.

The badyena trembled with anger only just contained by shame and fear of what the fox could do to him. He clenched his eyelids down and forced himself to work with an idle lick across the foxcoon's puckered entrance. He was surprised by how inoffensive the foxcoon smelled. There was a hint of musk but it was well-hidden under a lightly-scented fur shampoo with a vaguely tropical scent.

While emitting a low coo the fox squeezed Nefas' body with his legs. "Keep licking. You don't have to be a hero, just keep to the simple laps," he said with a toothy sneer.

Nefas didn't see the sneer but he knew it was there. He ignored the mental image and pushed away the thought of what he was doing. He just kept lapping, his licks getting harder and more insistent, even eager, but only to get the ordeal over with. No matter what delusions the fox may have had, Nefas wasn't enjoying himself.

The fox ignored the low road of praising Nefas' rimjob. More important was his own erection. His pink pink, knotted length hung lazily over the badyena's prone head and it drooled pre onto the poor creature's snout. While shivering in growing pleasure the foxcoon pumped tentatively and slicked his paw with pre which he immediately wiped off on Nefas' hair. The badyena paused and rumbled with a growl but he begrudgingly continued his dirty work.

"Hey, you can quit licking," the foxcoon huffed while releasing Nefas from his legs. It came as no surprise that the badyena pulled back as quickly as he could. Despite glaring at the fox scornfully he stayed put on his knees and this brought a smile to the aroused tod's lips. "You're good with your mouth." Nefas took the compliment with a blush and a grumble. He looked away and folded his arms with the usual care.

The foxcoon looked out the door to be sure all was clear. When he was certain of it he good up rolled the chair back. After kneeling in front of Nefas who stared at him incredulously, he grinned, "If that's how you feel, instead a blowjob I wanna see how tight your butt is. Let's pop that cherry."

The very notion brought Nefas immediate, disturbed pause. His tattered masculinity said you're not going anywhere near my ass, faggot. His dominant feminine side thought my anal virginity, here? Like this? with much distress. It all added up to make Nefas blurt out the incorrect answer: "What? N-no!"

Of all the things Nefas expected from the fox, sexual assault was the last thing on his mind. When the foxcoon grabbed him and threw him to the floor behind the desk it was more than surprising enough to be effective. Before indignity could take over and he could

punch the fox or rip his face open with claws the track pants he had been wearing for practice were already past his knees, and by then he was trembling and weeping.

"You're gonna rape me?" he whimpered and afterward bit his lower lip. Inside he was devastated to acknowledge being relegated to just taking it. If he shoved the fox off and said he was being raped it would have opened up another can of worms entirely. Not only would the fox inevitably start to spread vicious rumors but he'd suffer the stigma of being pinned and savagely penetrated by the most girly of queers in the whole university.

"Rape is a strong word," the foxcoon thoughtfully said while yanking Nefas' jock down but not off. Like the track pants, it stayed hooked around one of the badyena's ankles. "But, yeah. Rape." A big and toothy grin split the tod's face. "You were never proud when it came to abusing me. Guess it rubbed off. And speaking of rubbing off," the foxcoon let his words trail away as he maneuvered between the badyena's thighs. He held onto his swollen member, lifted the badyena's balls and prodded his drooling tip to the pink pucker beneath. Nefas winced while the foxcoon grinned and cooed. When he pushed inside and claimed Nefas' anal virginity he emitted a long, low groan.

Nefas clenched his teeth and his eyes tightly but hot tears seeped from between his eyelids. Despite every instinct telling him otherwise he remained compliant even as the foxcoon's bulbous knot pressed up against the aching ring of his tail hole. The pain of such a quick and largely dry penetration was overwhelming and his anal walls were already terribly raw. To keep from drawing unwanted attention he clenched his teeth and tightly pursed his lips. Absently he toyed with the bottom edge of his sweater, finding and tugging at a loose thread. Any distraction was welcome. Just don't let someone find us, he thought with a shudder, and don't let him find out...

"Ooh yeah," the tod growled lowly, his words fit only for Nefas' ears. Even if he was seemingly unconcerned with the idea of being caught, he was very interested in busting his nut and an interruption would spoil what was shaping up to be a fun night. "You have a tight ass," he grinned with a malicious glint in his eyes. "I can tell this is your first assfuck, too. Anybody who's had their ass pounded before at least tries to relax."

Nefas took the remark as some semblance of advice tried to calm his trembling body and unclench his tight behind but making himself fully aware of his vise-like anal clenching made him do so even harder. He was unaccustomed to being penetrated and the pain was even worse with an unconcerned partner. With a helpless whine he arched his back in some mockery of pleasure and bared his teeth. He hissed the words, "F-f-fuck, that hurts like a bitch!"

The twink leaned over Nefas and kept his paws well to either side of the badyena. Nefas was grateful for that, made more self-conscious of his breasts than ever. In that moment the foxcoon panted and crooned and his drooling tongue dribbled on the jock's face perhaps intentionally. Between vigorous pumps of his hips which slapped his knot into the virgin Nefas' tail hole, he grinned, "What were you expecting? You're getting my dick shoved up into your ass. Even as much of a pea-brained jock as you are, you should know what to expect, sheesh."

"I don't deserve this," Nefas wept.

"But when I was a foot shorter than you I deserved to get my face stuffed into your greasy armpit?" the fox hissed, his voice still low but now violent and bitter. Punctuating his aggression were rough bucks, each one threatening to pop his knot into the badyena.

Nefas clamped a paw around his own short muzzle to stifle a squeal of pain at the tod's very sudden change of pace. That pain never came close to abating and only built up more and more like a sick climax of its own. He muscled through it to talk with his voice more cracked than ever. "You didn't deserve it... Please, I'm so sorry," Nefas whimpered and cupped his face in both paws. By then his hot tears freely streamed down his face.

For a short time the foxcoon didn't have anything to say. His hips smacked into the jock's ass over and over, his balls dragged along the badyena's modest tail and his knot punching against that unyielding asshole as cruelly as ever. Every time it kissed up to that former aching asshole it pressed in a bit more. Every buck weakened the muscle and spread it wider, forcing it open in ways nature didn't endorse.

As Nefas tried to cope with this mounting pain the foxcoon sent one presumably final burst of it through the creature's body when he crammed his knot inside. With a wet little pop it was sucked past the rim of the badyena's asshole which had enough elasticity yet to grip the swollen gland and form a seal behind it. While Nefas convulsed in agony while doing a surprisingly good job of stifling the myriad noises he longed to make, the foxcoon came and shot his gooey warmth up into the badyena's rear. Perhaps under gentler circumstances it might have been pleasant for the badyena, but as it was the feeling was unwanted, crude and revolting.

Well into the foxcoon's shuddering afterglow, he interrupted the silence. "I don't know about you, but that was great for me," he smirked.

Nefas slowly came down from the emotional high of the rape and settled into the well-wallowed rut of his familiar lows. "I was sorry and I meant that... Just leave me alone now, okay? Please?" He had admirably stopped crying and his voice was modest but he couldn't look the fox in the eyes.

After narrowing his own eyes the fox grinned widely and toothily. "Leave you alone? Fuck that." Before the badyena could whine and protest the fox yanked his knot free with a grunt, drowned out by Nefas' poorly-contained yelp. The foxcoon knew that the small amount of pain he was feeling from so rudely dislodging his knot was like nothing compared to what Nefas' abused butt throbbed with and that made the discomfort worth it. Narrowly resisting the urge to wipe the excess semen off on Nefas' sweater, the foxcoon slid back into his pants and sat beside Nefas who scurried back into his clothes as quickly as he could and avoided sitting for any longer than was necessary.

"Listen," the tod said with a smile, "I stay over in the east dorm in room 41. My roomie's gonna be out on a date tomorrow and a Saturday night is a terrible thing to waste."

"But I--," Nefas babbled while the tears choked him up again. For not the first time he thought, fuck these goddamn hormones!

"So you're gonna go down to the gas station, buy a case of beer and show up at eight. No sooner and sure as fuck no later. Got it?"

Nefas' answer was a long stare through increasingly wet eyes. He was hugging his knees to his chest, having found that this manner of sitting put little pressure on his new sore spot.

The foxcoon didn't ask for confirmation again and he didn't make any more threats. He had the power now and karma was an absolute bitch. "And, hey," he said as he stood.

"What?" Nefas flatly asked, looking at the floor.

The tod zipped up and said, "If anyone gives you shit about showing up with beer, just say you're going to see Desmond." He braced his foot on Nefas' shoulder, effortlessly pushed the badyena down on his back and walked over him on his way out. "Try sitting on a pillow. Later." After Desmond left Nefas huddled up in the office floor and quietly sobbed.

--4

The next day Nefas had an easy time dodging concerned questions about his shaken demeanor. He didn't realized it but everybody considered his skittish behavior to be normal. When he hugged walls and refused eye contact, nobody found it unusual. He contemplated telling Bart what had happened but he was quick to put the brakes on that idea. For not the first or last time in his life he made the decision to suffer alone. Acknowledgment of that pattern bounced around in his skull while he walked down the sidewalk.

As always, Nefas had on one of his large and unseasonably warm sweaters with blue jeans. He passed other students from the college, ones who were without cars like he was. None of them paid him any mind, and not out of unfamiliarity since most everybody around campus knew who he was to some degree. They knew he was fragile, labeled as emo and dismissed as such. Until this moment he told himself he was ignored out of politeness and that everybody understood he simply wasn't personable but it hit him now in his low state that they looked on him as trash, socially retarded and beneath them. As ever, the irony wasn't lost on Nefas.

He crammed his paws into his pockets and stifled urges to cry but his expression was as sullen as ever. Soon a lovely and thick-hipped badger girl passed him on the sidewalk. A pretty badger was more than enough to catch his eye but she was wearing two sports bras as she trotted right past. All four of her gifted breasts bounced gently and her face bore a content smile which she shared with Nefas and he dumbly returned. Suddenly a much more feminine thought struck Nefas: I wish I could look that pretty with these stupid things...

At the gas station Nefas bought a case of beer. He was unaccustomed to drinking and had no idea what to pick out, and he thus panicked at all of the choices, compounded by the knowledge that it was already 7:45. He took a guess and bought Budweiser and the clerk showed no interest in checking his age.

While he tried to smother a vision of Desmond launching a campus- and internet-wide smear campaign against him the moment the clock hit 8:01, Nefas power-walked back to the campus and to the eastern dormitory He halted at the door to room 41, and an air of doom hung around him. Just

as he looked at his watch (he avoided cell phones out of personal fear), the door slowly swung inward to reveal smiling Desmond.

"Good timing. One minute early, I see."

Nefas looked at the foxcoon warily and shifted from one foot to the other in a nervous dance. "Were you waiting there for me?"

"Nah," Desmond dismissed and stepped aside. "I was about to step out for a little bit of fresh air. I think that can wait until after I get my nut busted, though," he said with a wink to Nefas, who walked inside.

Nefas ignored the lewd remark and put the beer down on Desmond's office chair. Hardly a moment after he closed the door the foxcoon tore into the box and cracked opened a beer. "So are you gonna rape me some more?" Nefas balefully asked while folding his arms across his chest. His expression was hard but hollow and Desmond presumably saw through it or simply didn't care.

"As eager as you sound, I'm not sure I can call it rape," he grinned and afterward sipped his beer. "Have a beer. Relax."

"No thanks," the badyena growled.

Desmond grabbed another can out of the upended box and shoved it into the badger-mix's chest. Nefas flinched, blushed and quickly took the can from the foxcoon's paw. "Have. A. Beer," Desmond emphasized.

"All right, all right," Nefas grumbled. He backpedaled, glanced at one of the beds and sat when he found it clear. He easily popped the tab with a big claw and sipped the beer with a grimace, the common reaction of somebody who didn't drink.

The tod locked the door with one paw and sipped his beer at the same time. He exuded the air of a professional drinker. While he was not quite an alcoholic he could party with the best of them and he was quite proud of his distinction. A surprisingly charming and genuine smile crossed his face as he moved to sit beside Nefas, who understandably tried to squirm away. Desmond was quick to wrap his free arm around the badyena's torso to pull him in close. "You smell nice," he remarked.

Nefas waited for a barb which never came. The genuine compliment befuddled him. "Uh," he blurted, "thanks. It's just deodorant."

"Shame you never used that back in school," Desmond coyly mused. "Which paw is stronger?" Confusion washed over Nefas' face in lieu of a spoken answer. Desmond explained, "Your handedness. Left or right?"

"Oh," Nefas squeaked. "Right." Maybe to emphasize, he raised his beer in his right paw and took a very long drink of it. As quickly as he could he chugged until he couldn't stand the taste anymore.

Desmond was already sitting on Nefas' right side and he nodded. "Good, good. That works out well." He was mildly surprised that Nefas never questioned him, but then Desmond wasn't in the mood for stupid queries. After a gulp of beer he set his can on the dresser and opened up his fly. He stood, shoved his pants and briefs to his ankles and sat down on the bed again with notable grace. "Jerk me off," he quietly ordered while he grabbed his beer again.

Although Nefas immediately switched the beer over to his left paw he paused at the sight of Desmond's sheath, from which the tip of his pink meat just peeked. It amazed him how much pain and fear such a demure penis caused him. Wordlessly and reluctantly he wrapped a large, clawed paw around Desmond's sheath and began to pump and squeeze. The shape familiar like his own sheath but somehow alien at the same time.

Desmond crooned a drawn-out sound of pleasure and warmly wrapped his arm around Nefas' middle. Nefas tightened when the tod's splayed fingers came to rest just beneath his hidden breasts. "That feels good, you know that?" he sighed, resting his head on the former bully's shoulder.

"Uh-huh," Nefas muttered. Pure fear rendered his actions had stiff and maybe too rough but Desmond said nothing concerning that. Up and down the badyena's stomach he stroked and rubbed with a low rumbling of contentment in his chest. Meanwhile the pink flesh of his shaft was slipping free into the badyena's paw which instated an awkward grip. Nefas was loathe to admit a wish that this time with Desmond were under better circumstances. The twink's stroking was kind, and Nefas was mildly stricken by his effeminate body, nice smells and pretty face.

Desmond's fingers played across the tiny curve of one of Nefas' lower breasts. Those breasts so small as to be unnoticeable beneath a sweater, but after going further north he unmistakably felt the more pronounced upper set. "What is this?" he dumbly asked with no malice or lewdness but genuine surprise. He felt around more intently and cupped the mound. "Is this a...?" he bleated while a grin slowly covered his face. "Boobs? You have boobs?"

In a panicked rush Nefas yanked away his stroking paw and stood so quickly that he lurched. He spun on his heel and sat on the adjacent bed but so sharply and suddenly proved to be a mistake. After chugging only half of a beer he already had a little buzz. "Oh god," he moaned, but not from the sudden dizziness.

Still grinning, the foxcoon pensively sipped his beer and tweaked his full shaft. "I know I'm not drunk already, I'm perfectly lucid so I'm not imagining shit. You have tits. Are you pre-op?"

Nefas chugged what was left of his beer in the false hopes it might help. Instead it only gave him a few precious seconds of not having to answer. Mired in unease, he wrapped his arms tightly around his stomach and doubled over as if in pain. "Please, please don't tell anybody," he begged.

"I won't," Desmond quietly answered and sipped his drink again. Continuing to idly palming his endowment with a beer in his paw made him look like a sick voyeur. "Tell me about your tits. I want to know what happened to you."

In a sad and toneless voice Nefas told Desmond his tale like a dull minstrel. The cruel joke of puberty, the estrogen supplements and for pity's sake how thoroughly it had ruined his life. In the moments after the sad tale Nefas had began to cry again but Desmond was silent. No less hard, he stood and grabbed fresh beers for himself and his guest. This time Nefas didn't hesitate to drink. After retaking his seat across from the badyena, Desmond opened his beer and sipped the foam from the top. Grinning then, he coldly ordered, "Let me see them."

Nefas looked at Desmond with a woolly mix of contempt, pain, rage and sorrow. He heavily set his beer on the dresser, droplets bouncing out of it. By contrast he reluctantly curled his fingers around the bottom edge of his sweater. "I really," he shuddered, "really fucking hate you." Like tearing a scab off of a wound he yanked his sweater off in one quick motion and dropped it on the bed. Beneath were the two bras he wore, colored pink out of all the colors he could have chosen. Without any cajoling from Desmond he unclasped the bras and set them aside to bare his modest breasts. In a failed attempt to embrace his feminine side he had had his nipples pierced a year before and the lower set had barbells while the upper set had rectangular rings.

A painful interval without words or motion came to pass as Desmond stared straight-faced at Nefas' breasts. As if he had never stopped moving he sipped his drink and said, "They're pretty."

The compliment blindsided Nefas and made him blush crimson. Nobody had ever complimented him on his breasts, but he hadn't had any lovers since they'd developed. "Do you really think so?" he asked warily.

Given how evil Desmond had demonstrated himself to be Nefas' concern was valid but the foxcoon nodded slowly. "I do, yeah." He enjoyed a long drink of his beer, licked his lips and said, "I can see why you keep those a secret. But between the two of us, they look nice."

Nefas' tail thumped idly on the bed. He was suddenly thirsty so he grabbed his beer and had a long drink of it. He held the can in both paws and let his forearms resting on his knees. "Desmond," he said quietly, "when I apologized... I meant it."

Desmond grunted a reply. He was still idly rubbing his cock to maintain his erection, but he wasn't actively masturbating. "I have an idea. How about this?" Nefas tilted his head. Desmond said, "You hurt me all through school and I hurt you last night." The foxcoon took a long drink of his beer and drained it down to the foam at the bottom. "I'm game to call it a clean slate if you are," he shrugged.

The badyena also chugged what was left of his beer. "I'd like that," he mumbled afterward and capped it off with a belch nobody laughed at. "Um, Desmond?"

Desmond flopped back in bed and ignored his cock for once. "What?" he sharply asked.

"Look, this is probably the beer talking, but would you want to...?" He chewed his lower lip but continued before Desmond could say anything. "Nobody's ever really," he struggled with words again, "touched my breasts intimately."

"Lie with me," Desmond simply replied as he scooted closer to the wall.

Nefas was smiling despite himself when he padded across the small gap between the beds and snuggled up to Desmond. Getting so close to the foxcoon saw Nefas expect to be mounted by Desmond, and despite the raw pain still stinging in his rear he vaguely wanted it to be the case. If the foxcoon was going to love him and make him feel good about his body, he felt he could accept the pain and implicit submission of sodomy.

Desmond was surprised by the development and wanted only to explore the Nefas which he did this carefully and even reverently. Softly he rubbed and teased and under his delicate pads the lightly-swollen flesh of Nefas' breasts tingled. Nefas' nipples stiffened in pleasure and were molested further for presenting themselves. Desmond's fingertips pleased the badyena's unaccustomed breasts in ways that made him shiver, coo and softly request more attention and his soft-spoken openness was rewarded when Desmond cupped one of the more pronounced upper breasts

and groped upon it ensnared Nefas in a kiss. With lips locked Desmond's traced Nefas' gums and the insides of his cheeks without hesitation. Nefas gave into Desmond's touch with ease and found the intimacy much-needed after so much stress.

Nefas' sheath swelled beneath his clothing as his shaft emerged and left his crotch tented. He needfully reached down and kneaded his erection, too shy to reveal it of his own accord. To help Nefas along Desmond slid his groping paw down the badyena's body and across his stomach and there it joined the hybrid badger's paw in groping and rubbing that aching bulge. Though he squeezed and rubbed no harder than Nefas his unfamiliar touch made the badyena croon and defer.

Desmond lapped across the palate of Nefas' maw while Nefas licked sweetly on the bottom of the tod's tongue. Desmond slid down Nefas' zipper and undid the button with a little effort. It was then that the foxcoon broke off the kiss to Nefas' disappointment and he pushed himself up from his nearly spooning position to rest on his knees. A coy smile dominated his face when he pulled apart the flaps of Nefas' fly. He expected briefs or maybe a jock and so it startled him to see pretty pink panties beneath. They were incredibly feminine with frills around the edges but their delicate fabric was stretched taut by the offensive bulge of Nefas' cock. "What's with the panties?" Desmond asked as he slowly trailed his thumb along the bottom of the hybrid badger's meat. For the thin material of the panties, very little of Desmond's touch was lost on Nefas whose shudder carried over into his words.

"Matching set," he answered with a blush and a tight, naughty grin.

Desmond snorted and smirked. "You had a jockstrap on last night. Why the panties tonight?"

Nefas sighed, closed his eyes tightly and cupped his face in his paws. "You'll laugh."

"I will not, I promise," Desmond urged.

It seemed Nefas wanted to tell Desmond since he didn't need any more reassurance than that. "They... Make me feel pretty. I um, like to think about being a girl sometimes. A real girl."

Desmond eyed the lump of Nefas' swollen member in pensive silence. A complete girl, he thought as a plan began to brew. Crazy but serious thoughts which he couldn't peg as good or evil. What he knew for sure was that Nefas would need to buy some new clothes in the coming months.

"Thank you," Nefas distantly mumbled, breaking up Desmond's plotting.

"For?" the foxcoon blurted and snapped his eyes onto Nefas'.

"For not laughing. Really, Desmond. Thank you," he sighed. "Um, I can talk to my roommate about some stuff. Like, he knows, but I can't go into the intimate stuff with him. You just dragged it right out of me. I guess I feel like a weight is off my chest."

Desmond cracked a grin and almost laughed but stopped it.

Nefas clasped his paws over his belly and rubbed his thumbs together. "Do you think that we can stay friends and be close like this? I don't mean a relationship, but, good god. I haven't been laid since--,"

"Last night," Desmond quipped.

Nefas huffed and dismissed the foxcoon with a wave.

"Just listen," the fox said reassuringly as he kneaded the badyena's member idly through his panties, "I'd like to keep you around. Let's just say you happen to fit a niche I've been wanting to explore without much luck. So let's have an agreement." He tugged down the panties and bared the badyena's knotted and muted pink shaft. The shade of it made him smile.

It came as a surprise that Nefas' expression remained unchanged. "Yeah?"

Gracefully Desmond straddled Nefas and frotted his own pink and knotted cock against the badyena's. Nefas' size was superior to the foxcoon's by perhaps an inch but nobody was comparing. As he laid out his terms for the gender-confused thing he took both of their shafts into his soft paw and pumped them together to the tune of soft growls and moans from both parties. "You let me get some use out of those nice tits of yours..."

"Aah, uh-huh?" Nefas groaned, splayed on the bed with his eyes lazily and contentedly shut.

"And I," Desmond panted, grinding into his paw and against the badyena's cock, "am gonna make you feel like a pretty girl."

With a bitten bottom lip and some lustful bucking up into Desmond's paw and cock, Nefas cutely whined. He bunched the sheets up into his paws but didn't tear them. "Ooh, that sounds great to me," he cooed.

The excitement of the moment had gotten to Desmond and he had already gotten partway to his orgasm just from molesting the badyena. With lust to be expected of a domineering fox he hunched over Nefas and pumped their cocks roughly using pre from both to lubricate them and fill the air with wet noises. Where Nefas was still crooning and moaning, Desmond was hissing, snarling and pinning his ears flat to his skull. Suddenly he shot a heavy and sticky wad which landed just shy of the badyena's lower breasts while the tail-end of his load left a messy stripe along the creature's belly.

Witnessing Desmond's sudden climax and having that sticky load teasingly close to his breasts made Nefas shiver and blush. Not unlike the foxcoon he was through talking and when the tod's stroking ceased he quickly took over stroking both members. For him it was raw pleasure while Desmond's shaft tingled in afterglow and was thus almost too sensitive, resulting in a bittersweet pleasure which he kept from Nefas, not wanting to ruin the moment. Quickly and steadily Nefas jerked and squeezed on both shafts. He panted and pouted out his modest bust with every inhalation and caught Desmond's male gaze.

"Oh, ooh fuck," Nefas whimpered and denoted his climax mere seconds before it struck. With enough force to actually reach his breasts but skewed by Desmond's loins pressing downwards the badyena splattered his load all across his belly and totally muddled the slightly erratic line Desmond had laid down. Unlike Desmond's climax, Nefas' seemed to last for ages and the sheer volume of sticky-salty seed that his member squirted and dribbled was incredible. His stomach was wonderfully messy before he was through. "Aah, oh my gawd," he gasped. "I haven't gotten off like that in so long."

"I'll say," Desmond said in a breathless huff. After a few moments to regain his composure punctuated with a big sigh, Desmond looked down at Nefas with a coy smile. "You give a good handjob."

Nefas chuckled dryly. "Thanks, I guess."

"That's a compliment. I love a girl that knows just what a guy likes," he winked.

Blushing bright red and smiling in a dopey but happy way, Nefas gently pulled Desmond down and shared a deep, wet kiss with him.

--5

Come Sunday morning Nefas left Desmond's dorm well before the foxcoon's roommate ever showed back up. Everything still had the queer mental haze that comes with an unexpected turn of events and his recent sexual experience with the foxcoon was ethereal. Occasionally he thought that couldn't have happened, but it had. However bizarre and outright wrong it was he had a budding relationship with his former victim and rapist. For a badger-hyena boy with four breasts, stranger things had happened.

Nefas unlocked and passed into his dorm and was greeted by Bart who sat with his nose in a book as usual. "Hi," Nefas calmly said, pulling the door shut. A small smile was on his lips, and whether he liked it or not he was practically glowing.

"Oh hey," Bart said with a quick grin. "I hadn't seen you at all last night. You uh...?" He fumbled for words and chuckled. "Everything all right, mate?"

Nefas smiled tightly and bit his lower lip. Unintentionally he fluttered his small eyelashes. "I'm fine. Everything's just fine," he cooed.

Bart thumped his mighty tail on the floor as Nefas stepped into the restroom. "Nice to see you in a good mood, yeah?" As calmly as that he went back to his studying. He wasn't one to pry even if he thought that Nefas was hoping he would but he had his suspicions, and from what he could tell, Nefas was in love.

--6

Desmond and Nefas began a simple courtship which officially began that fateful night in the tod's dorm but which paused until the next weekend. At Desmond's request which Nefas had been nothing but eager to honor, the badyena was on his way to the park.

That day had been beautiful and the sun rippled on the horizon. That was fine for Nefas. In the middle of the town, well-lit with lamps was the park and it was a perpetually safe place at any hour. Among the final days of Summer it was a bit chilly but Nefas found the weather ideal in his sweater. Something else was warming him up too, a flutter in his chest and a lewd as a burn in his loins. However he looked at it he was dying to see Desmond. He found the fox sitting on a park bench and he came up from behind. Shyly he avoided hugging the foxcoon and so made to set a paw down on his shoulder when he saw that the long-haired tod was on his phone. He politely waited but couldn't avoid listening to Desmond's half of the conversation.

"Right," Desmond said unaware of Nefas, "you won't be using it, right? ...I know, I know, but the doctor said you don't need that stuff." Desmond paused sighed. "I'm telling you there's a clinic here that repurposes things like that. Those drugs are expensive so why not let somebody else get some use of them?"

Nefas looked away from the sunset to glance Desmond's way with a queer look on his face. He guiltily wondered if he should walk off and come back later, but the conversation came to its conclusion.

"Okay. Thanks. I'll be over for them sometime this week." A beat. "I love you too, bye." Desmond grumbled something under his breath when he took the phone away from his ear. That was when the badyena lay a paw on his shoulder and made him flinch.

"Hey," Nefas said evenly. "Who were you talking to?"

Desmond turned and looked up at Nefas

with a dour face. "Were you listening in on me?" he asked with razor-tipped words.

"No, no, no," Nefas said while unhanding Desmond's shoulder, "but I was just standing here, and you said I-love-you to someone..."

"Oh," the fox mumbled. "That was my mom," was all he said, and though Nefas thought he was sincere that wasn't what bothered him. Before the situation could become awkward Desmond scooted over on the bench and patted the vacant spot.

Without a word Nefas sat beside the foxcoon and they exchanged easy smiles. "I was really happy when you asked me to come out here," the badyena said.

"Yeah?" Desmond asked as he leaned against Nefas who nervously glanced one way and then the other before uneasily pressing back. "Well, I wouldn't mind seeing more of you." Slowly he wrapped an arm around the badyena's middle. A hug was one thing but Desmond's embrace and splayed paw on Nefas' stomach was clearly lover's possessiveness.

In the embrace Nefas squirmed anxiously and blushed brightly. "Desmond--," he started.

"Just Dez," the fox said.

"Sorry. But look, we're in public," he mumbled and made a feeble attempt to writhe out of the tod's arms.

"So what? I'm not ashamed. Are you?" Desmond asked with narrow eyes.

Not one fucking bit, Nefas thought but his voice wavered. "Well, maybe?"

"Nobody will say a word. And if they do, fuck 'em," the fox said and kissed Nefas' cheek.

Just then Nefas carefully but fondly wrapped his arms around the foxcoon. "Dez?"

"What's up?"

Nefas faltered. Until Desmond urged him with a nuzzle he stayed silent. "What do you think about falling in love? Do you think that kinda stuff happens?"

After a thoughtful pause Desmond said, "Sometimes."

"Have you ever been in love?" the badyena timidly asked.

Without hesitation Desmond answered, "Once. It was nice." A beat passed and the fox retaliated, "What about you?"

Nefas thought back to high school before the breasts appeared. Rampant sex, fast girlfriends and more pussy than he could keep track of. Despite all of that he couldn't think of any answer but no. He would have said so if not for the warmth he felt at that moment in time. A dreamy smile glazed his expression and he rested his muzzle on Desmond's. "Just once."

Desmond smiled back. He was blushing. With only a small push they kissed and Nefas melted for Desmond.

--7

Come the following Friday Desmond sat down at his desk, but where one would ordinarily find a textbook or laptop sat five vials instead. In antiseptically clean typeface on their labels were the words ESTROGEN - MENOPAUSAL SUPPLEMENT with dosage instructions included that would go unheeded. Inside of each vial was a perfectly colorless liquid clear enough to be unnoticeable. It was a radical kind of estrogen supplement, a potent blend of hormones formulated to help post-menopausal women regain most if not all of their femininity. Its lack of scent or flavor allowed it to be mixed covertly into food or drinks this property earned it a notorious reputation due to being used extensively by exasperated husbands. Desmond's mother had gotten through her change-of-life with some help from the medication, so Desmond came up with a plan for the difficult-to-acquire drugs.

He found it easy to justify his actions. Nefas was miserably stuck between the two sexes, straddling the fence just enough to be a freak. More estrogen would bring about greater changes. He thought he could cajole the badyena into adopting a female persona eventually. He felt that he wanted was the best for Nefas and to help him feel happy about his body but just maybe there was something malicious happening. It occurred to Desmond with a tiny grin as he tucked one of the vials into his pocket that he might have been acting out of his own interest. Well, so what I am? he thought, locking the rest of the vials away in his private drawer.

Over the coming weeks Desmond liberally dosed Nefas' food and drinks with the hormone supplements whenever he could. Frequent dates and sleepovers filled with cuddling and raunchy sex alike meant opportunities to poison the badyena's masculinity were never at a premium. For the better part of a month while the hormones built up in Nefas' system there were no changes to speak of. The badyena was always endearingly timid with Desmond especially when they ventured out into the public eye, but that was gradually wearing away. Desmond attributed that more to his presence than the estrogen.

Their relationship soon went public around the campus. Initially mortified, Nefas came around to realize that nobody cared. It opened his eyes to the fact that the college was filthy with gay couples and it seemed every time he turned around he saw two people of the same sex holding hands. Being openly in love with Desmond lost its edge of paranoia and not even the football team seemed to mind it.

The first of Nefas' changes began roughly a month and a week to the day that Desmond had begun dosing him and it manifested in a pleasant way in that his breasts were more tender than usual, so even the slightest tickle or kiss from Desmond rendered the badyena like gelatin. This new-found sensitivity didn't really occur to Nefas, and like a good girl he simply went along with it under the assumption that Desmond was just learning the nuances of his breasts and how best to play with them. That was true in some manner but Desmond knew the real reason. He had no idea where dosing Nefas would lead but he could deal with improvements to their sex life.

"Feel good, babe?" Desmond growled, interrupting a teasing nibble all around one of Nefas' pert nipples. A moment later he picked up the ring in his teeth and softly tugged at it. Nefas writhed and whined in bliss.

"Ooh, god yes!"

Desmond had a wan smile when he smooched the stiffened nipple and licked across the subtle mound of the breast. His lick dragged the fur up in a cowlick. As Nefas' neck he stopped and lifted his head to kiss the badger-hybrid on the lips. Nefas returned the kiss with a blushing, dreamy smile and wrapped his arms around Desmond for a warm squeeze. Though this pressed them flush together and ended the play, Nefas was more interested in closeness than sex. "I haven't felt this good in years," he admitted then gave a languid slurp to the foxcoon's muzzle.

With whiskers quivering Desmond returned the lick and settled on top of Nefas' stocky, sturdy body. Because you're turning into a chick from the inside out, he thought with a coy grin which Nefas saw as something else. "I know what you mean," he cooed and bumped noses with the badyena. "I'm looking forward to seeing what happens..."

"Aww," Nefas grinned, "me too." He squeezed Desmond closer still and held him as if he were a teddy bear. At the same time he set his chin on the tod's shoulder and rumbled in contentment.

Briefly they cuddled, kissed and groomed one another with an exchange of pleasant compliments and remarks. Eventually Nefas chimed in, "I'm pretty hungry. Aren't you?"

Desmond was hungry and he suddenly remembered that Nefas needed his supplements for the night. He had a thin smile when he pushed himself up to his knees. It had been his intention to climb off of Nefas but the badyena took hold of his hips and gently squeezed them to hold him in place.

While emitting a pleasant rumble, Desmond ground his clothed crotch into that of Nefas. All that the badger-mix had shed was his sweater, while Desmond hadn't removed a thing. Nefas pushed back into Desmond's insistent grinding with a sweet and pleasurable coo. "Whatcha hungry for?" the badyena asked with a somewhat toothy smile.

Desmond mirrored the smile and traced his fingers over the small but supple curves of Nefas' breasts. That alone made the badyena gasp and arch his back. "I dunno... Mexican?"

An impish chuckle and a deep blush set the stage for Nefas' lewd words. He tweaked his own bottom nipples and shivered cutely for it as he asked, "Maybe for the main course, but wouldn't you wanna eat something else first?"

With a lick of his lips, Desmond chuckled too but in a far more lewd manner. "If there's something you want me to eat, you gotta ask like a big girl," he teased.

The remark made Nefas grin widen to a hint of hyena teeth. He reached for Desmond's hips and stroked down the subtle outline of the twink's sheath before his paws came to rest on his own groin. There he unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. Desmond took the hint and scooted back. "I've been a good girl," Nefas cooed in his best attempt to sound confident. "I think I deserve," he purred as he reached into his fly, tugged down his panties and pulled out his swollen sheath, "some muzzle loving from my foxcoon."

"Do you really?" Desmond answered with a crocodile smile as he eyed the badyena's sheath. Despite what a tease he could be and the fact that he really needed to get the badger-mix dosed for the night, a blowjob was a hard thing for a fox to pass up. He took the bulging, furred flesh of Nefas' sheath in his paw and coaxed out the badyena's pink cock with little effort. When he saw the pointed tip began to emerge he quickly engulfed it in his hot maw. In a show of pleasure Nefas groaned and set a paw on the back of Desmond's head.

Suckles and bobs drew out more of Nefas' cock and Desmond soon had his muzzle full of badger-hyena manhood. The taste and texture of the hot flesh against his tender tongue made him shiver while the squirts of pre were another pleasure altogether. One paw stayed busy on Nefas' knot upon which he groped and palmed. His other paw merely supported his weight.

"Ooh, gawd," Nefas crooned with an involuntary hyena grin. His eyes merely drifted closed and he lay both paws on his subtle but supple chest. His tits had always been so tender but even he had noticed how the pleasure had grown. Tweaks and gentle rubs

from his own paw made him tingle and he bucked his loins toward the fox's face.

Desmond bobbed hard and fast but there was still a distinct air of love in what he did, an intimacy that the feminine Nefas was well aware of. He kept a snug grip on the knot and lavished the shaft itself in his skilled mouth to bring Nefas to his peak quickly and easily. It amused him how easily he could get Nefas off and he guessed that he could have prolonged the sex if he wanted to, but that was the last thing on his mind. While hungrily gulping, bobbing and groping tightly upon Nefas' knot, Desmond felt the first ropes of the badyena's thick release splatter against his tongue. Coppery and salty, the badyena's seed inflicted a pleasant sting on the tod's sinuses and he savored the feeling of the load in his maw before he swallowed it.

After pulling back he kissed and licked the pointed tip and expected more seed but those few ropes had been it. Desmond realized immediately why. The revelation was simultaneously chilling and promising, but since Nefas seemed no worse for wear and was in fact panting heavily and writhing in orgasmic bliss, the tod decided that everything was going according to plan.

Up on his knees, Desmond smacked his lips and winked at Nefas. "I'll be back. You stay right here, pretty girl," he cooed as he crawled over the badyena.

"I will," Nefas said with a dreamy smile. Desmond kissed him but Nefas held him close, threading his fingers through the twink's hair. Afterward he cooed, "I love you. I'm so glad I have someone I can trust."

Without flinching, Desmond smiled. "I love you too." Before he left for food he swiftly took his wallet out of the desk along with something else which Nefas didn't notice..

--8

In the weeks that followed Nefas was never far from the foxcoon. Desmond had become everything to him and he had never felt so in love and the sex was phenomenal. Past that he was somehow drawn to the twink. He blamed it all on infatuation and didn't mind that at all. All through the weeks Desmond dosed Nefas daily. Sometimes he got bold and gave the badyena double-doses or dosed his breakfast and dinner instead of only one or the other. With greater frequency they made wild love. Desmond wore Nefas' behind raw but they never seemed to want to quit.

As weeks turned to months the estrogen had its way with Nefas. Such potent stuff was dangerous enough for a barren woman, but with Nefas' hormonal imbalance and Desmond's flippant disregard for the dosing instructions the badyena was being all but poisoned with estrogen. Nefas reached the point where his orgasms, though easily achieved and potent were entirely devoid of sperm and consisted only of clear semen. More worrisome was a discomfort in his chest. Formerly so tender as to make him melt with the slightest lick, his breasts had become painfully touchy.

Desmond rightly guessed that there wasn't anything wrong with Nefas when he noticed that Nefas' breasts were getting larger. Beyond the more fragile emotions and the lack of virility the badyena was growing a greater set of tits, the former bumps developing a lovely curve. The growth was more noticeable in the upper set which had always been the larger pair but the lower pair was growing too. Desmond didn't mention it while Nefas seemed loathe to acknowledge it.

More months passed. Their relationship thickened, the sex continued and so did the dosing. By then enthralled at the prospect of having a girlfriend with such assets, Desmond went all-out with the estrogen. He had long since started ordering boxes of the supplement through a contact in the medical research lab. It wasn't cheap but between sizable chunks of money and the odd sexual favor he was able to keep the badyena so dosed that he was unlikely to ever be any kind of true male ever again. It made for long days for Desmond. Dosing Nefas cut into his rest but he managed to balance his courtship and all that that entailed with work, studies and the acquisition of more estrogen.

In the coming weeks the badger-mix came to view Desmond less as a boyfriend and more as a soulmate. Neither noticed it due to just how gradual it was yet Nefas had come out of his depression. With greater confidence every day he proudly called Desmond his partner which the foxcoon genuinely reciprocated, ulterior motives notwithstanding.

As Nefas' chest grew thicker through the weeks Desmond came to love him even more. He wasn't even subtle in that he went as far as to joke that as Nefas' bust grew, so did the affection. Soon Nefas was losing money too. Bras that once fit were becoming painfully tight and they necessitated replacement on a nearly bi-weekly basis. Similarly, new sweaters came and went and though his body had no way of physically expressing it, he was attempting to menstruate.

Shortly after one of their routine lovemaking sessions Desmond lay sprawled in bed. With his arms folded behind his head and semen splattered and drying in the fluff of his chest it was obvious that he had recently been the recipient of a cowgirl ride. A coy smile was smeared on his face while he watched his lover in an amusing predicament.

Nearby Nefas struggled to fit into a pair of bras he'd been negligent in replacing. Twice now he'd put extenders on their straps and yet they were hesitant to stay on. The fabric slipped uselessly around his full breasts and merely pushed the mounds upward for the exact opposite effect he wanted. "God dammit," he huffed breathlessly. "These things won't fit!"

After masking a laugh in a forced cough Desmond sat up and padded over to Nefas. He lay one paw on Nefas' shoulder and the other on one of the unfortunate badger-mix's plump upper breasts. "What's the matter, sweet thing?" he crooned then planted a soft kiss on the badyena's cheek.

Annoyed but only more adorable in for it his poutiness, Nefas shook his head and snuffled through his nostrils. "My boobs," he grunted. "Look at them, the top ones are bigger than cantaloupes!"

An appraising glance had Desmond producing a little extra saliva. He confirmed the comparison with an appreciative rumble and a matching grin.

Nefas hastily covered the upper set in a fluster by hugging and squishing them, only making their bulk seem even greater. "Come on, I've gotta get to the study hall," he whined.

After a half-hearted glance at the clock Desmond saw that Nefas was right, not that he had a reason to doubt the badyena. "All right, all right," he soothed and rubbed through the badyena's tuft of brown hair. Wearing a smile with vaguely lewd connotation he said, "Just wear a really thick sweater."

Nefas shook his head softly with his lips quirked into a disbelieving smile. "What if I get cold?"

I'll follow you around and cover them up, Desmond thought to say. The smirk that crossed his lips was certainly related. Instead of speaking so lewdly he brushed Nefas' arm aside and softly cupped the upper mounds. He tenderly rubbed their malleable bulk and caressed the soft nipples with equally-soft thumb pads. In doing so he soon coaxed loving and deferent coos from the badyena. "Now now," Desmond crooned, "don't worry. These pretty things aren't gonna give you any trouble, I promise." To cap off his charismatic sweetness he planted a loving kiss on the pad of the badyena's nose which twitched cutely.

"Aw, heh," Nefas giggled. He tried to give a throaty chuckle but he was becoming far too feminine for that. Neither of them had noticed since the upwards climb was too gradual but his voice had risen considerably in pitch, making his tone androgynous but leaning to the female side.

At Desmond's loving and knowing touch he closed his eyes and clasped his paws behind his back. He knew he was going to be late yet he didn't seem to care anymore. "That feels nice," he cooed dreamily while a smile made a portrait of obvious pleasure out of his short snout.

It was with a playful chuckle that Desmond rubbed harder and teased Nefas' nipples to their full stiffness. Despite not touching the lower set those nipples were erect just in general pleasure. After giving the oblong rings a few playful tugs he thought to encourage the badyena. Go and be a good girl, he would have said. Go study, and when you come back we'll have a nice evening. Desmond's foreplay was burying any hope of Nefas actually making it to the study hall but the last nail in that coffin was the badyena's confused body reacting out of instinct. He started to leak milk. Though thin and watery, it was unmistakably leaking from Nefas' wonderfully engorged bosom.

Nefas blanched with suddenly wide eyes and he stared at Desmond with a shocked unblinking gaze. Desmond was similarly perplexed yet as he pondered this development he thought, why not? As feminine as Nefas was becoming milk seemed like a natural progression. He took the leakage in stride with the aim to comfort Nefas' slack-jawed surprise when he said, "Guess you won't be studying tonight." What topped it all off was a charming smile he had perfected well before he met Nefas. It was a charismatic car salesman smile that seemed to come to all foxes easily.

"Um," Nefas muttered, "yeah, I guess not." He dragged his tongue over his lips and nose before he suddenly reached around and up to grasp Desmond's wrists. He made no effort to move the tod's paws. Idly but fully aware of what he was doing Desmond continued to knead the badyena's nipples to milk them. Thin cream steadily dribbled down his front, sluicing through Desmond's fingers. "Oh, this is weird," he shivered in pleasure despite himself.

After a kiss on Nefas' cheek Desmond soothingly cooed, "You've been getting more and more comfortable as a girl, why not look at this as a good thing?" With a sweet smile and a swish of his tail he looked quite endearing. His look put a smile on Nefas'

own face and replaced some of the trepidation.

Nefas mulled the idea over and seemed to disappear into thought. Before he could think of anything to say he was led back to the bed by Desmond and at the twink's gentle urging he lay back on the ruffled covers. A gentle sigh set the tone when he sank into Desmond's familiar outline. "What're you gonna do?" he asked while gazing at the foxcoon with a sweet gleam in his eye.

Smoothly and casually Desmond moved over top of Nefas and straddled his clothed hips. From there Desmond leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "I think a milking is what you need," he said with a surprising lack of naughtiness in his tone. Nevertheless it spurred Nefas to a girly giggle and Desmond joined him with a chuckle. Soon Desmond resumed palming Nefas' large upper set of breasts. He kneaded their pliable bulk and ground his thumbs into the nipples and their piercings and the more he did so, the more milk he squeezed out. It was never more than a trickle but it was steady in this regard. Rather than drink the stuff Desmond merely rubbed it into the badyena's fur as if it were some exotic lotion.

"Ooh, oh my god," Nefas crooned and bit his bottom lip. Between Desmond's nude thighs and under his pants his erection throbbed and easily felt by the foxcoon.

With a grin of mischief and affection Desmond tweaked and groped to tease out as much milk as he could. It didn't take long to completely saturate the fur on Nefas' breasts and Desmond's paws which left their soaked fur to slough the excess onto the bed. With as many fluids as they'd left in that bedspread combined, it was meaningless.

"How's that doing for you, beautiful?" Desmond growled as he dropped in for a wet kiss, sloppy tongues for that sweet moment.

"God, Dez," Nefas gasped and ground up into the twink's naked rear. "I love the way you touch me..."

Desmond chuckled sheepishly and wondered if Nefas would have loved him had he known the truth behind those perfect, round tits but he had no intention of finding out. By that point the poisoning had been so good for his mood and their relationship that Desmond considered it to be nothing more than a little white lie. "Y'know," the fox grinned and palmed his own erection, a by-product of all the groping and grinding, "we've been locked in here for something like eight hours. People are probably starting to wonder where we are."

After opening his eyes with some effort as if the lids were weighted with lead, Nefas cracked a hyena grin that the foxcoon hadn't seen for the better part of a year. "Fuck 'em," he growled.

Desmond laughed. "That's my girl... Let's fuck." Despite his blush Nefas kept up his hyena grin. He didn't ask Desmond what he had in mind. The foxcoon was one step ahead of him as usual anyway.

Desmond scooted forward and straddled the badyena's chest. After so much estrogen dosing the upper set of Nefas' breasts were easily E-cup and the lower set were D-cup. Desmond lay his knotted shaft in the cleavage of both sets and gently clutched the upper ones. Nefas obligingly pressed the lower set in and squeezed a little milk out of their untapped reserves.

"Oh wow," Nefas shivered, "I really feel like a girl now." Awe was heavy in his voice as was contentment. He seemed truly happy when he gazed up up at Desmond sweetly and reverently.

"And what a pretty girl you are," the fox answered as he began a smooth, stimulating titfuck. It was something the twink hadn't done in a very long time having spent little time around women but he found the rhythm easy to get into. Everything about Nefas was magnetically attractive thanks to their time together. His pretty face and demure attitude drew Desmond in while his dual-species scent was increasingly more laden with pheromones. Everything seemed to draw Desmond in closer.

With his eyes drifting shut Desmond sighed in simple contentment. Nefas' milk still trickled, now from both sets as the badyena idly tweaked and groped his bottom set and provided ample lubrication which the fox added to it in small amounts with squirts of pre. From the moment he'd noticed the badyena's growth this very act had been on his mind. To finally experience it was a fantasy come true.

Despite starting to pant and grind harder Desmond wasn't even close to his orgasm but the urgency was clear. "Ah yeah," he quietly huffed and afterward bit his lip. He was squeezing down tighter on Nefas' plump boobs and dimpling the flesh which easily gave and seemed to cause Nefas no pain.

Nefas panted with Desmond and curled his toes while his own knotted dick struggled against the silk of his panties and the denim of his fly. "Oh fuck, Dez," he whined, "I'm so hard right now." It occurred to him that admitting to a throbbing erection was hardly a ladylike thing to do, but then Desmond seemed to appreciate Nefas as a dickgirl. It really wasn't a jarring statement to Desmond who mostly called Nefas a girl in a tongue-in-cheek manner despite genuinely caring. Being reminded of that cock did get the twink going however, and the idea of the badyena's thick knotted cock being in such an absolutely perfect position was enticing to a fox like himself no matter how often he was the aggressor.

Desmond's huff signaled a quick break. He eased off of Nefas' breasts and reluctantly slid his meat free of that deep, wet cleavage. Nefas didn't question him and only gazed with adoring eyes as the twink did what he pleased for his wishes always seemed to work out in the badyena's favor. Desmond was quick to kneel on the bed beside Nefas and even quicker to attack the badyena's fly. Quickly he pulled down the zipper, undid the button and yanked open the denim flaps to expose pretty pink silk, wet with pre where the fabric was most taut. He bore the tiniest of smiles at the sight and gave the hidden erection a tight and lewd squeeze which coaxed the most pleasant of moans out of Nefas.

"Your paws know me so well," cooed Nefas with open but glazed eyes.

Desmond said nothing but never stopped grinning when he eased Nefas' jeans and panties down. Malcontent with Nefas being half-naked, he pulled them all the way down and off around the badyena's wriggling feet which he paused to plant soft kisses on while he was there. By dragging his tongue over the blunted talons he teased himself as well as Nefas but this benign pleasure was a short-lived one.

With a hungry eye on Nefas' cock he climbed back over the badyena. On his paws and knees he kissed the pointed tip of that pink shaft and lightly cupped the plump balls and thick mouth of the sheath in one paw. Estrogen hadn't deteriorated Nefas' potency one bit despite the badyena's new sterility.

Desmond growled lustfully when he lapped from the knot to the tip and then down again, grinding not his tongue but his sticky jowls and nose against the flesh. Nefas' scent was bluntly female, but coming from male genitals made it confusing and somehow more arousing. When his nose bumped Nefas' knot, he kissed its throbbing bulk and then teased his tongue into Nefas' sheath to tease the most tender flesh he could reach. Desmond always sucked Nefas off with great skill and that blowjob no less wonderful than the many others Nefas had been gotten from him. With warm croons and shudders he stroked through the tod's hair with milk-damp paws and whimpered loving nothings to him. What Nefas expected was to be blown or fucked or perhaps both. When his vulpine partner climbed over him and ground that tight twink ass against his needy cock he was rightfully startled. "Mmh, he-e-ey," Nefas weakly giggled, "this is new..."

Desmond gripped Nefas' cock and cooed, "It's been a while since I got pegged by a girl." There was no wink and no slyness in his tone. Either he was hiding it expertly or humoring Nefas' female thoughts but it was well-received either way. "And here we go," he cooed and guided that pointed tip to his pucker. A gentle grind downward helped him penetrate himself with a grunt and his teeth clenched. "Rrr, yeah," he hissed through his grille of glistening teeth. Soon he also clenched his eyes shut when his tail hole pressed against the badyena's thick knot.

For Nefas the penetration was taken in more-or-less reverent silence. It had been some time since he'd been inside of anyone not counting Desmond's suckling maw and so the pleasure was somewhat alien to him. That wasn't to say he didn't love it since being inside of his beloved Desmond was an incredible feeling and he wrapped his paws around the twink's slim hips out of a fond desire to hold him close.

As intimate as the moment was Desmond managed to start bouncing without making it feel any less special. He huffed and growled hotly while he ground his clenching pucker against that big knot again and again. His smooth anal walls clutched and massaged Nefas' swollen male flesh to bring the the passive badyena a world of pleasure.

Nefas gave his pleasure a voice and crooned more sweet nothings to Desmond. He spoke highly but softly of the twink's fine body and tight ass and told no lies. Unable to resist his base male urges he ground up into the foxcoon who pushed downward with increasing force all with the intent to tie a special knot.

The twink found no difficulty in sensing Nefas' intentions given how well-accustomed he was to bouncing on knotted dicks. Desmond chuckled and said, "Give it a little time, baby."

Hyena grin on full display, Nefas giggled, "Sorry, it's just been so long, I can't wait to knot you." At that Nefas took hold of the twink's bubblegum-colored foxcock and started to insistently skilfully pump its throbbing length. This immediately coaxed trembling moans from Desmond and put a little stutter in his riding without seriously disrupting his rhythm.

"Ooh, shit," Desmond cooed with one paw braced on his own thigh and the other stroking back his pretty

locks. "How you doing, beautiful?"

"Just wonderful," Nefas sighed with his face screwed up into a happy grin in which his teeth showed teeth showed unintentionally in an was an ideal picture of contentment. Inside of Desmond his knotted length throbbed and the thick bulk of the knot seemed to pulse especially hard as if eager for Desmond's pink tail hole.

Summing up exactly how the two of them felt, Desmond winced, "I'm gonna cum," just as simply as that. Nefas didn't reply but he was feeling just as close and all he needed was just a bit more time with that fine fox ass. To oblige his love he jerked the foxcoon off faster and harder and he savored the feeling of that throbbing dick in his paw.

Desmond pleasured himself and the badyena with his rowdy riding which was certain to come to a head soon. Every growl and huff had that haggard tone which promised an imminent climax but before it struck there was one thing he absolutely needed: the knot. Throbbing and aching to be buried with the rest of the bone, Nefas' knot was the one that would tie the two lovers together for a very sticky night. As eagerly as Desmond shoved his slender hips down, Nefas ground his own upwards and after a few of these rough clashes the badyena's bulky knot wedged past the threshold of Desmond's pucker.

Sharp pain and pleasure saw Desmond hiss, grimace and try to bounce but he was stuck in place. As his asshole helplessly writhed around the bulbous bulk of Nefas' knot his toes curled and he tossed back his head. A blissful yowl announced his release and he squirted his sticky ropes across the badyena's cleavage. All four tits and even the badger-mix's blushing, dumbly grinning snout were left streaked with vulpine spunk.

Nefas was grinning because he was cumming too. Desmond's tight clenching ass was irresistible as was the taboo of fucking the dominant sissy in the first place. Every inch of his body quaked and he unhanded Desmond's cock to grip the sheets for necessary support when he shot his wad. For all his femininity he was potent and he squirted a huge load into the twink which soothed reamed walls and ushered in deeply content afterglow for the both of them.

Desmond crooned warmly and leaned over Nefas. No words were spoken as none were needed but their lips met in a familiar, slobbery tangle of tongues, a messy exchange of drool and love. Nefas stroked heatedly through the tod's hair. Desmond cupped and palmed two breasts at random and smeared his seed into Nefas' fur.

What a ride, Desmond was thinking, but not about the obvious. He was in awe as he contemplated the bizarre course his life had taken. He didn't doubt being in love with Nefas and he saw no reason why they should ever split up. Desmond wondered what might happen if the secret came out but he squashed that worry. He was too good a liar for that. It was in a fox's nature to be deceptive.

Nefas could hardly believe where things had led either. Going from bullying Desmond a decade prior to making sweet, sticky love to him in the present was unbelievable, but the thought of being Desmond's girl or one day his wife thrilled him and warmed his heart.

Neither Desmond nor Nefas knew what would happen next but by some strange turn of events they were together. That was all either of them really cared about.