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"Oh, God. Oh, God." You gasp as you run down the sidewalk in the middle of the night; your path only illuminated by the occasional street lamp every twenty meters or so. Your feet slap the concrete ground hard with each step and the pain of not running properly on your toes begins to give you shin splints. You can already hear your old high school track coach nagging you in your head about proper running form.

Screw proper running form! You think this and truly believe that it didn't really matter at the time since you were also naked. Butt naked, your clothes were beyond you now and your glad that it was night, but the occasional house did have its window shades pulled back with someone just staring at what must have been a truly strange. It's not every day that a full grown man goes streaking through the suburbs, there wasn't even a bar close by or a college to somehow partially justify you actions. You did have your reasons though.

"Came back you little shit!" The outrageously deep and you mean Vin Diesel deep voice of the husband of the woman you were just caught shagging roars at you. He is nearly seven feet tall and is built like Arnold Schwarzenegger when he won the Mr. Universe award. Ok, ok, he may not have been that ripped. No one that bulky could run as fast as he was, with his arms pumping and sheening in the dim light from above. Mmmm. Under better circumstance you would have flirted with him, calling him your Mr. Universe, but sweet words weren't going to do the trick now. You're only chance of escaping with your head still attached is to outrun him.

You pray that all those years of high school track will pay off as you keep on running, angry Vin Schwarzenegger making you put just that little bit of extra effort into ensuring your survival. You curve around a corner, you heel scraping along the ground as you hop one foot to regain your balance after taking the corner too fast. Too fast, that was a joke, at this time, the speed of light wouldn't be fast enough for you.

You screech as the tank closed in on you in your short moment of vulnerability when turning and he reaches out. You lean forward, arching your back at an insane angle as you feel his big meaty sausages just brush your ass, leaving small scratch marks in their wake. Only if they were from his efforts to shove another sausage up there instead. The thought is rather erotic to you as your feet begin to pull you away from him. He had gone too fast, but unlike you, who was capable of hairpin turns due to a more lithe and aerodynamic form, the angry husband had more mass and therefore momentum and he ended up on the street.

You begin to get an erection which isn't all bad without pants to crush it and bend it sideways while running, but it isn't ideal either. You can only imagine what would happen if you tripped and fell forward. The thought instantly halt all blood flow to your nether regions as a shiver runs up your spine. That's better and you look back to see that the Hulk finally gave up.

He glares at you, eyes filled with a hate and desire that you swore only existed in cats. He sticks up a hand and gives you the one finger salute before skulking off in the now ruined suit that was more draped over his frame than fitted. Large sweat stains are under his pits and have soaked his white button shirt underneath. You can just manage to see the outlines of his well-formed muscular abs underneath, rock hard, but silky smooth to the touch.

You look back to where your running, the thoughts of his body plaguing your mind and enriching your virility. Only if you had snuck in when he was home alone instead of his wife. There was nothing wrong with his wife, she was a beauty with large, full breasts and a smile to die for, but he was just on some other insane steroid level. It got you thinking as you slowed to a walk, if steroid did shrink his dick down. That would be hilarious if it was true. You could just imagine seeing him in the nude with the tic tac between his legs. There would be no way you'd bottom to that, not in a long shot since they would be no way he's be able to even get into your ass. Maybe it was better that you got is wife.

You drop the subject quickly, the past was the past and despite the husband's misgivings, you did manage to blow a load before he had walked in anyway so you got your fill. A full night would have been nice, but you had other ways of fulfilling your needs.

Your home was a simple single story house that you had picked up for cheap when the previous owner defaulted on more than a few loans and went bankrupt. It wasn't the best, but it was homely and you maintained it well. Walking up to the front door and wiping your feet off on the "welcome home" mat, you begin to fish your keys out of your pockets only to realize that you didn't have pockets. Everything had been left behind, your wallet, money, ID, what luck.

You were locked out of your house, naked and the sun was coming up. People would begin to come out of their homes to go to work within the hour and even though you were sure that plenty of people had seen you running naked like some madman, being caught out during the day would draw the cops in. Would you risk returning to the scene of the crime to retrieve your possessions? You don't even contemplate it, no matter how many juicy asses were there, you didn't need to risk having your face pounded in.

Sighing, you slump down with your pack leaning against the wooden door, the mat's bristles scratching your barren ass. It was all you could do, there was no key under the mat or some window you could sneak into. Living in Chicago had drilled you in the art of locking everything and anything of value. Your neighbor, Franklin had been robbed twice in the past year. Poor cat's insurance forced him to move out of the entire state.

You hear something coming from inside your house. You're not sure what it is and you press an ear against the door and listen closely. You don't hear much, but the door suddenly opens up and you fall back, right onto the legs of a fox in black clothes and a ski mask that didn't really fit on his face.

He jumps back quickly, nearly knocking down the shoe rack that sat next to the door. "Shit." He cries out as you land on your barren back against the cold tile floor that covered the small area in front of the entrance.

You fumble around, flailing your arms about as you turn yourself onto your knees to face the intruder. He looks back at you with his mouth slightly open with a santa-esqu bag thrown over his shoulders. You see it bulging, barely keeping together under the strain of whatever was in it.

"I can explain." He blurts out, but you don't need an explanation. The little fucker is robbing you and you bet that he was the guy that robbed your neighbor and made him move away. You liked Franklin, he had a good sense of humor and cooked one hell of a burger on the Holidays. One of the only people who didn't mind your little kinks and sexual appetite, unless of course you made any advance on him. The cat had a way with his claws when you once tried to make out with him due to eight too many beers. You still had the scars to remind you, ahh good times and now those times were just long lost memories.

He bare your teeth and clamber up onto your feet. The fox's ears go flat against his head and he takes a step back. For once, you seem to be on the giving end of some punishment. The fox is short and sleek, he would rely on his speed and wits to get away from you. Though the front door was the only way out so he would need to slip by.

You take a step forward whenever he takes one back until he meeps when he bumps into the back wall and drops the sack. The contents spill out across the ground and you both stare.

"My dildo collection!" You yell out and then cover your mouth. Did you really just yell that out with the door open? You quickly peek behind you outside, the sun was still rising and no one was around to hear other than the fox that was still staring at the pile of assorted rubber toys that you had spent nearly two grand on over the years. They were what you liked to call luxury models, if such a thing even existed. They toys came in all shapes and sizes, from the classic "bullet" to something you think is supposed to be a tentacle but it could have been some... No, it's most definitely a tentacle since you imported it from Japan.

"Uhhh." The sound that came from the fox was that of a mixture of embarrassment and shock as both of you try to think of what to do next. Over the years, you had been in numerous awkward situations, but strangely enough, not anything like this.

"Of all the things." You mutter and run a hand over your face. "You steal what I hold most dear."

"It's an impressive collection." He responds automatically. You really shouldn't have been surprised that a fox of all creatures, went right for the most sexual prize. Foxes were infamous for their sexual libido which often contradicted their cunning. That gave you an idea. You were going to just jerk off when you got inside somehow, but now... You smile as your mind's gears slowly worked out a plan.

"Why you smiling?" He asked and his tail tucked between his legs. His eyes darted between you, the door and the dildos, mostly the dildos as you slowly crept up to him and shoved him up against the wall with a hand. "Wha..."

He put a finger to his lips and draw in close to his face. You feel each of his panicked breaths blow across your face. "How about a proposition?" You ask him and continue without waiting for an answer since it was going to be more of an ultimatum. "I get my way with you and I let you go without calling the cops." You wanted to blow another load and you knew that the fox wouldn't deny you, the things were too horny to pass up an opportunity for sex.

You could see the faintest hints of a smile appear at the edges of his mouth. He had been expected to be beaten to a pulp right then and there, this was more like a bonus than a punishment.

With a shove, you push him into the living room, the dildos scattering at your feet. Along the way, you pick up one of the dildos at random and a bottle of lube. The fiery red toy was that of a wolf with the tapered end and knot, the whole package. You would have some fun first before completing the dirty deed, the fox seemed to have been eager enough to use them since he did try to steal them.

The fox began to strip without being ordered. He had no shame you realize and that just made it all the better. You watch his nearly florescent orange fur slowly appear from under his black baggy clothes. A patch of white one his slim stomach stretched down to his inner thighs and up to the bottom of his chin where two triangular black marks appears on his muzzle. He was rather cute in your opinion and under different circumstances, you may have even taken the time to woo him before bringing him to bed.

He stood before you completely naked. His sheath already swollen in excitement with a small drop of pre dribbling out where a small amount of pink peaked out from the top. He had a pair of rather modest white orbs hanging between his legs, the fur looking luxuriously soft there. You were getting quite excited at the thought of the next hour.

You were already naked so there was no point in putting on some kind of show and your stiff member that saluted the fox who watched you intently from in front of the couch. His hands twitched towards his sheath and you raise a finger to stop him.

"No touching." You warn and move towards him with the dildo and lube in hand. You set them down on the couch and begin to man handle the fox. You bend him over the back of the couch, admiring the soft fur that ran between your fingers. You run your hands down his back where you place your fingers between his cheeks. Parting the mounds that were full in your hands, you exposed the tight pucker beneath. The pink hole clenched at being brought to light and that only arouses you even more. It takes all your effort to not just plunge yourself into it dry.

Letting go with one hand you grab the bottle of lube. It had a picture of a smiling dragon on it giving the thumbs up. It was supposed to have been a specially scented lube that mimicked that of a dragon which you have no idea if it was true or not. Popping the lid open, a musky smell that reminded you of freshly tilled soil filled your nose. It wasn't a bad smell, but not as erotic as you had thought it would have been when you first bought it.

Tipping the bottle, you squeeze a dollop of the creamy white liquid right onto your hand. You think about slathering the dildo and the fox's backside, but you end up deciding against it. "Yolo." You mutter and spread the lube onto your pulsing dick that had begun to leak drops of pre onto your carpet.

"Yolo?" The fox's ears perk up in alarm and he looks over his shoulder at you with an expression of alarm.

"Don't worry." You pat him on the back, leaving a hand print of lube. "Just moving things along faster than originally planned." He doesn't seem to understand, but you don't care. You can only imagine what else had been plunged into his deep depths. The lack of pre-stretching wasn't going to do any harm. They were pretty much black holes when it came to dicks and their asses.

You use one hand to part one of the ass cheeks again and the other to guide yourself as your tip touched the delicious looking anus. You were about to push in when a chuckle from the side gets both you and the fox to look over at the doorway where a dragon was. It shimmered with gold and red scales that covered its entire body. You recognize him as Tereck, another one of your neighbors. He was a feral dragon, feral in the sense that he walked on all fours who spent most of his days flying around the city. You had seen him many times before, but never spoken to him. He just seemed too majestic for someone like you to try and speak to and also, his razor sharp teeth and size scared you a bit.

"My, my." The dragon raised a paw up to its chest and grinned. "What have we here?" He chuckled heartily to himself.

"Something private, you overgrown lizard." The fox barked and you can only look in horror. Why did he say that to a dragon?

"You, my boy, have a temper." Tereck growled and flicked his tongue out like a snake would.

"What are you doing here?' You ask him, fully aware that you were still straddling the fox's hips, though your erection had died down immensely to half-mast. Getting walked in on for the second time of the day had a way of doing that to you.

"I was just about to go on my morning flight when I caught the most delightful fragrance." He purred and took a step into his house, his tongue flicked again and he shivered as the long forked organ receded back into his maw. "It is not a smell I get to sample often."

"What smell might that be?" You're almost too afraid to have asked. The way he moved and spoke just creeped the shit out of you, it was just too regal.

His large golden eyes focus in on you and you get the feeling that nothing good was going to come out of this. "Rut." He says and using his tail, he closes the door behind him as he moves in on you and the fox, both too frightened to run. What a way to start the day.