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Connor slammed his glass of whiskey down on the bar top as he failed to stifle the shudder brought upon by the sudden shock of whiskey into his system. Can't even hold down your drink like a man, he thought bitterly, no wonder that cunt Jasmine couldn't keep her mouth shut.

Connor was out for another night of burning his feelings away at his least hated destination, The Ramshead Pub. The drab and darkly lit pub was often scarce of patrons before the evening rush, leaving the fox ample space to brood without disruption. Conner's scrimpy and unkempt paws reached for another pint, the grip causing his bruised knuckles to flare. As he drank through the pain, the young fox's mind began to wander, vividly recalling the scene earlier that day even through the malted haze brought upon by the evening's indulgence.

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Conner recalled sitting down in his cluttered kitchen, his skunk GF Jasmine rolling through the fridge after they both got off work as she usually did. Jasmines corpulent form was scrounging any source of sustenance to satiate her niggling hunger and in turn add to her ever expanding midsection. Her fat ass jiggling and pushing the limit of her undersized booty shorts with every shift of her wide hips. "Perhaps a few less muffins would work wonders at getting your own muffin under control Jaz" Connor quipped with a slight grin and a swish of his disheveled tail. "Very funny you little shit," Jasmine retorted with a sneer, "I haven't heard you complaining about it for the last few months once the clothes come off." Jasmine paused for a moment before continuing, "Not that it would seem to matter much these days, you haven't fucked me worth a damn in weeks." Connors bubble butt shifted as he dredged up a response from his repertoire. "Well," he responded with impudent snark, "Perhaps if you weren't on a role to star in the next Sea World documentary I could get it up more often"

Jasmines bushy tail shot up after absorbing Connors delivery, her face curling into a snarl. Her mind languished as she attempted to rationalize why she had put up with this guy for so many months. Sure he was kind of a jerk and a hot head, but he was rather nice when he came on to her after a shift at the docks, even with all those guys looking. Sure he was no gift from the gods physically, but he was strong and solid in a way that betrayed his unkempt and slim exterior. The sex was shit, but he didn't hound her like a piece of ass all the time. She didn't even care about all the fights he got into near the docks, she didn't like queers either, and it was kind of hot watching him lay one of them out once in a blue moon. Hell, he was even a good listener, but rarely did he seem to ever share anything about himself or his past.

Failing to rationalize her own thoughts, Jasmine spun around to face Conner, her muzzle contorted and face seething. "Well...Well fuck you!" She screamed, "You narcissistic, shallow, worthless piece of shit!" Conner clasped his diminutive paws behind his head, perking his shaggy ears up; clearly pleased with his ability to elicit such a reaction out of a woman. Such sensitive creatures bitches are he mused, Can't even take a joke. Jasmine's anger began to boil over watching the smug expression on her boyfriend's face.

"Not all of us can be a lithe little thing like you Connor!" She snapped, "Sauntering around the docks like all day like...like a fucking ballerina!" Connor's smug affect suddenly went flat after Jasmines last comment, which the skunk did not fail to realize. "Oh, that's right Mr. 'I don't give a fuck' temp worker; your little tough guy act isn't fooling anyone." She asserted. Gaining a bit of her composure, Jasmine moved herself slowly closer to the now stone faced fox; the chubby skunk's confidence building with each step.

"You think letting your fur grow out and never washing it makes you look like some kind of roughneck, but it's pretty little sheen and soft, boyish wisps still shine through," she mocked, continuing to close the gap between them. "You're just a soft little foxboy pretending to be a man. You don't think I notice that little swish in your step during lunch?" She coyly asked. "Or that way your little paws grab giddily at the air when you're excited and you think no one is looking?" Conner's muzzle was an outright scowl at this point, his body going rigid against the chair as Jasmine continued towards him. "No wonder you can't get hard around me, I'm just a whole lot of woman, and you can't handle that much woman in your life little boy." She cooed at the now clearly agitated fox. "Perhaps what you need is a male to take care of your scrawny little form.....Have you been hiding something from me little fox? I bet you're only working the docks so you can find a real man to do your sissy little ass proper." Her voice dripping with sardonic delight

Conner clenched his paw and rocketed out of the chair, his fist balling his emotions into one haymaker as he let loose straight into Jasmines smirking muzzle. The chubby skunk collapsed like a wet sack on to the kitchen floor, her cries of caught in her throat before unleashing torrential gasping and unfettered cries of pain and sadness into the ether of the room.

Conner stood over her, seething with utter loathing and contempt. "Don't you ever fucking talk to me like that you whore!" He screamed over Jasmines sobbing. "Don't think for a second I would let some fat fucking piece of trash like you ever speak to me like that! You are nothing bitch!" He bellowed as spittle grazed her visibly shaking form, "nothing!" "Get your fucking shit, and get the fuck out of my apartment you disgusting slut!"

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The increasing noise of the bar shook Conner from his tumultuous haze. The fox loosened his grasp on the beer glass, ebbing the pain in his knuckles. He placed the glass down, staring into it with a look of pain, sorrow and regret. Fuck her, he thought to himself, No fucking bitch gets to talk to a real man like that; she deserved every ounce of what was coming to her. She's lucky that's all she got. Conner's heart swallowed his abhorrent logic in the same way his gullet did whiskey; by sheer necessity.

The bars patrons began to count in the dozens as the docks night shift let out. Feeling the oppressive presence of such masculine individuals fill into his space made the fox uncomfortable. Having no desire to be contrasted against such men the fox decided to take his leave. Conner's thin legs wobbled as they pushed his slightly wide hips and pert bottomed Levis off the bar stool. Conner threw the bartenders tip on the counter as he wobbled towards the exit and pushed himself into the cool outside air.

The fox's brain swam as he walked down the cobblestone towards his apartment, vainly attempting to extend his stride and keep his shoulders locked like his father taught him. Conner's concentration on a proper male's gate slowly eroded away as his ears picked up the sudden onslaught of pulsing, rhythmic bass. There was no doubt in Conner's mind it was coming from one of the newly minted gay bars down the street.

Conner's ears folded at the unceasing sound of the district. "Fucking faggots," Conner grumbled to himself, lamenting the ever growing presence of the gay scene near his local bar. "Why can't those disgusting freaks keep their cocksucking bullshit to themselves?"

Conner's fist began to clench as his booze plied brain failed to suppress constant sound of bass and the knowledge it conveyed about its intended audience. The fox's imagination was swarmed with images featuring men dressed in skin tight clothing, grinding their matted fur together in a never ending orgy of submission and desire. The musk of dominance and submission wafting to the rafter of the current enclosure. The fox couldn't help but envision lesser furs grinding their asses into the ever increasing bulges of the other, tails eagerly rising to show their desire to be filled and used by stronger, more capable beings. Each pulse of the bass inundating the fox's mind with the rhymes of strong, lustful alphas pumping their bloated and dripping cocks down the eager and hungry muzzles of their bitches, each begging and suckling for every ounce of homunculus load they could suck from the throbbing members.

Conner burned for a chance encounter with one of these disgusting excuses of a man, just one moment to release his tension and his hatred on one of the abomination of manhood just to make the images stop. The flustered fox picked up his ambling pace, adjusting himself as he strode.

As Conner stumbled up the stoop of his apartment he failed to perceive the figure moving in step with him just off the sidewalk. Silent paws moved briskly from heel to toe in a deliberate move to close the gap between itself and the hobbling fox. Conner's nose barely had time to register the alien scent wafting upon him before a sharp prick struck his neck. Conner attempted to cry out, but was cut short by the massive paw enveloping his muzzle.

The fox immediately panicked, attempting to flail against the massive clamp squeezing his maw shut. Conner felt his assailants strong arm envelope his slim torso, squeezing the fox's drowsy form into its own solid frame. Conner's body went limp, his eyelids fluttering as his brain began dragging him into a heady sleep. The assailant slowly loosened his grip around Conner's muzzle as he began craning the fox's limp neck towards his own muzzle. Conner's faded mind cried out in agony as he felt the hot and heavy breath on his weakly twitching ear. The massive form finally spoke, letting his baritone note carry the heat of his massive tongue and maw as it poured over the helpless fox with every syllable. "You will pay for your sins boy, and you will be taught your place." The words rolled over Conner's agonized form before he was finally whisked into the soft arms of oblivion. Conner's assailant smirked as he felt the fox's fall unconscious in his arms. He wasted no time stringing the tiny fox over his broad shoulder, delivering the abhorrent sinner to both his punishment and salvation.

Conner's mind slowly came to, crawling through the drug induced haze that placed it into abeyance in what seemed like mere moments ago. Conner dragged his paws to his muzzle, attempting to rub the blur from his eyes, but was stopped short by a pair of metal wrist restraints. Conner's mind snapped to reality as jerked upright, snagging the loose sheets below him. Conner tumbled out of the bed he was laying upon, dragging the pink and salmon colored sheets with him as he crashed into the ground.

The dismayed fox clumsily attempted to drag himself to a standing position; his now manicured and glossed rear claws skittered for grip on the fuchsia colored tile without the aid of his bound front paws to assist him. Conner slid to the nearest wall, using it to prop himself up and amble to his fee, panting heavily as he surveyed his surroundings.

He appeared to be in a windowless, door less bedroom, adorned with nothing but a bed and plastic, childlike writing desk. Conner's senses were bombarded, the bright, pastel pinks and hints of light purples on the walls gave way to the soft smells of scented candles, apple body spray, and the immutable talc-like smell of makeup. The fox was in shock as he realized he was standing in what appeared to be the bedroom of a 12 year old girl.

All attempts to rationalize this scene fell dormant as he felt a cold draft against his bared sheath and balls. The fox looked down in horror as he realized that he was practically naked, save for a pair of skintight pink stockings that cut off at mid-thigh, and a pink crop top with fringe around the neck and belly.

Conner's gasp caught in his throat, his newfound attire drawing gaze to a form no longer adorned with the long, rough matted fur he normally wore, but a tightly trimmed, cleansed, and glistening body fur. His newfound sleek hairline accentuated his slightly wide hips, his flat belly, and his delicate arms. His newly pampered ass could now feel the slight jiggle of his bubble butt as he twisted to view his manicured paws, adorned with a light gloss.

Conner flew into a rage, attempting in vain to claw the clothes from his body; his large restrains preventing him from reaching anywhere near his feminine form in order to shred the disgustingly pink and sissifying clothes. Conner loathed seeing himself like this. He had spent so long hardening his frame and his image to avoid exposing his natural, slight form

Conner's resentment and disgust overwhelmed him, forcing him slump down against the wall, his knees rising as he covered his face with his paws, vainly attempting to block out the sights and stifle the tears building behind his eyes. Conner's confusion and anger were welling up inside him, and with no outlet nor way to escape, he simply had to eat his feelings and it made him hurt.

Conner's torment was abruptly interrupted when an even toned voice rolled through the room. "It's hard for some to see their true nature laid bare. Weep my dear foxboy, and shed the tears upon yourself that you have forced so many others to do on your behalf." The voice rang out into the room with no malice, merely a matter-of-fact tone with a soft delivery.

Conner rose from his balled up position, becoming enraged once again. He's the motherfucker responsible for this shit! He seethed, _I'll fucking murder this bastard! No one makes a fool of me like this! _ Conner began slamming his shackled wrists into the wall, "Show yourself you chicken shit fucking faggot!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Standing behind your fucking walls, watching me like the dick sucking pervert you are!" Conner rammed his shackles harder against the walls as his scar continued to burn.

Wailing again at his unseen warden, Conner continued to shout into the emptiness of the room, "Fucking show yourself faggot! Easy to call someone meek when you're the fucking sodomite who can't show his face and keeps people chained up in....in...whatever the FUCK this sick freak show of a room is!" No sooner had Conner's muzzle let loose its final syllable than a high pitched *Beep* emanated from his shackles, instantly flinging them open and allowing them to fall to the tile with a resounding clang.

Before Conner could even contemplate what had just happened, the far wall of his room slid open, revealing a doorway where before there was only seamless, salmon pink wall. Conner's eyes were greeted by a tall, athletic bay colored stallion standing nude before him. The stallion stepped effortlessly into the room, his eyes focused on Conner with the faintest look of warmth and determination.

Conner was struck not only by the stallion's height; the horse towering a good foot above the fox, but also by his rather mild, but clearly defined mesomorphic build. The equine stood with slightly large shoulders, moving down to toned arms and large hands. His thighs were thick, and between them nestled large, dark sheath attached to a pair of bulbous and hefty testicles.

"Now, now," spoke the stallion as he moved into the room, "Good boys don't damage their pretty little rooms, nor do they speak out of turn. And they certainly don't speak with such foul language."

Conner began boiling over. Who the fuck is this freak? He rolled over in his mind; no fucking way did this little bitch of a horse get the jump on me! Connor couldn't quite rationalize what was occurring. Clearly the man standing in front of him wasn't the one who subdued him earlier; the man from before was massive, and smelled like a canine, most likely a wolf. This average built, smooth, well groomed and pretty horse standing before him clearly was not his captor. What fucking game are these faggots playing with me? He thought, his muscles tensing up, looking to make his escape.

Conner doubled down on machismo as he barked at the stallion standing in front of the door. "Tell me where to find your fucking boyfriend you bitch, and I may just go easy on your faggot ass." The stallion didn't break face, only cocking his head slightly before speaking back. "Again the boy speaks to a man like he is an equal. You shall be punished doubly so for this outburst child, you have yet to learn your place."

The door began to slide shut behind the stallion as he stepped confidently towards the seething fox. "My name is Gabriel, and I am the headmaster of this intuition. The man you met before was Jackson, I had him sent out to fetch you" He stated politely. "We've been watching you for a long time child, a very long time indeed" The stallion fatherly tone rising. "We've watched you fight off your nature for so long, watched you struggle with the truth, as so very many of your kind do." The continued to speak as he slowly circled Conner, his hands held behind his back. "But you have transgressed beyond struggle, you have inflicted your suffering on others child. You have sinned".

Gabriel's eyes met Conner's as he leaned forward, his voice taking a dominant tone. "We had hoped you could help yourself Conner, but clearly you need my hand to show you your true place, to show you how to be the proper bitch that you are."

Conner lunged at the stallion, drawing his paw back with a strength he hadn't summoned in years. Rage had been replaced with bloodlust, he wanted this equine dead. Gabriel stood steadfast as Conner closed the gap between them, never flinching, never even breaking eye contact. Just as Conner braced his fist to wreck the pretty stallions face, he felt a strong hand grasp his wrist, stopping his punch just inches from the stallion's muzzle. Gabriel's hand encircled the fox's entire wrist, and with barely a twinge of effort in his form, he tightened his grip.

Conner howled out in pain as he felt his wrist practically crush in the stallion's massive hand. The fox's mind reeled in pain and confusion, how the.....how the fuck is he so strong! He panicked to himself. Conner took his free paw and swung again at the stallion, attempting to knock the equine off his balance and free himself. Gabriel swiftly grabbed the second wrist, like a father restraining his tantrum throwing son. Conner cried out again as both his wrists were being ground down by the freakish strength of the equine standing above him. Gabriel pushed down on Conner's arms, forcing him to his knees.

The stallion looked down casually at the fox knelling before him, speaking again in his warm tone. "You truly fail to understand your place boy. Allow me to repeat the rules since you did not learn the first time." The stallion continued on, as if giving a lecture to an incoming freshman class. "You will not speak unless spoken to. Your speech shall be polite and subdued in the presence of your master, and when your master speaks you will listen, then obey like the good little bitch that you are. Do you understand?" Conner snarled through the pain, looking defiantly at the stallion above him. Gabriel squeezed again with even more force, eliciting a scream of pain from the fox as a tear streamed down his now sleek, pampered muzzle. "The proper response when being addressed by your master little boy is 'Yes Sir'," Gabriel relayed to Conner. The pain was becoming unbearable to Conner; there was no way to break free from his tormentor and he knew it. He looked at the ground, his tenacity browbeaten by pain as he managed to choke out between his sobs "Y...Y...Yes Sir."

"Good boy!" Gabriel beamed, "now that wasn't so hard was it?" Gabriel immediately released Conner's wrists, the fox eliciting a shocked yelp as the rooms cool air ran across his now throbbing wrists. The fox moved quickly to rub his paws over his horribly bruised wrists like a child warming up from a cold winter's day. With a note of a smile on his muzzle, Gabriel reached down towards the whimpering fox, his large hands gripping the lithe foxboy by his slight hourglass waist, hoisting the startled fox to his feet with little effort. Conner shivered, feeling the stallion's hands around his body induced a mild bout of fear, knowing full well what they were capable of if his captor was so inclined. "Do not fear my touch child," Gabriel spoke warmly, "only bad little foxboys will feel pain as a teaching tool. Those that listen will find these hands and others to be kind and welcoming." Gabriel placed the fox back on the floor as he began patting the fox's upper body, smoothing his girlish top back into shape as he spoke "A bitch that is good to his master has a master that is good to him." Conner's gaze jutted once more towards the ground, unable to look the stallion in the face as he was spoken to in such a direct and demeaning manner.

Gabriel began surveying Conner like a man admiring a beautiful sculpture. "Turn for me my pretty foxboy" Gabriel kindly request of Conner, his large finger motioning in a circle as he spoke. Fearing again the pain of disobedience, Connor began to clumsily turn, his hands still shaking slightly from the pain in his wrists. "Magnificent! Most wonderful my boy" Gabriel beamed, "amazing that you had such shame about this wonderful body of yours child. You are rather beautiful, and with that plump little ass of yours you make a fine bitch indeed." A wealth of shame and disgust washed over Conner, he was being objectified and poured over by this man, and there was nothing he could do about it. Though as much as he loathed the fear, pain, and the entire shame ridden ordeal, this had been the only time in his life that anyone had ever claimed he was beautiful, and he couldn't help but release the mildest blush.

"Good foxboy," Gabriel beamed, seeing the red creep just below the fox's fur as he continued, "Now listen to master and scoot that plump little tush over to your bed. You've mussed up your pretty stockings being a bad boy and we need to adjust them so we can make you look proper." Conner sheepishly nodded, eliciting a raised eyebrow from Gabriel "What did I tell you about being addressed by your master?" He said firmly. "Have we forgotten so soon child?" Conner stammered, attempting to quickly fix his error "Uhh...Y...Y..Yes Sir." Gabriel gave a small smile "Now that's a good bitch. Double time it now little boy, we have appointments to keep this evening." Conner sheepishly scooted across the tile, quickly parking himself down on the bed, his tail swishing weakly behind him as Gabriel moved beside him. Conner's gaze was upon the tall equine, full attention being paid as to not slip up again, his wrists giving him all the motivation he needed.

Gabriel sat down next to Conner, his large hands gently moving across the fox's bared midsection. Conner gave a light shudder as he felt the stallions touch on his bare fur, his mind screaming at him in disgust for allowing this man to touch him. He had cold clocked men in the past just for staring at him for too long near the docks, and yet here he was, letting this stallion dress him like a fucking slut and rub his massive hands over his bared stomach like a piece of hot ass on display at the strip club. Conner knew however that shame and disgust were small prices to pay compared to the pain this strange stallion could inflict upon him.

Gabriel reached down Conner's leg, slowly brushing his arm across the fox's sheath, eliciting another shudder from the terrified and conflicted fox. Gabriel began to pull on Conner's stockings, rending them taught as the strong elastic dug lightly into the fox's smooth fur, securing them again to his thighs. "There, all better my pretty little sissy boy." Gabriel stated casually, still looking down at Conner's thighs and groin while doing so. "Move closer boy, master would like to hold you." Gabriel kindly commanded of Conner. The anxious foxboy began scooting closer to his captor, suddenly being enveloped in his long and shockingly dense arms. "Good boy" Gabriel breathed into the fox's ear as he began stroking his head and muzzle, "See, good boys have nothing to fear."

Conner, much to his own surprise, actually sunk himself deeper into the embrace of his stallion captor. The touch and smell were intoxicating, flowing over him like a warm blanket not known since childhood. The Stallions touch was gentle but strong as it moved from his head to his back and stomach. The stallion's musk rolled over the slowly relaxing fox, its masculine overwhelming the foxboy. The pain in his wrist had become all but forgotten as he lay there in the arms of the stallion. Conner felt himself letting go for the first time; submitting himself to another, trusting in another. No need to be strong, no need to hide, no need to lie. Just listen, obey, and be cared for. Was Gabriel right? Was this truly what he needed? The urge to fight or flee was dying down in his heart and mind, he was doing exactly as Gabriel commanded, submitting, and part of him couldn't help but enjoy it.

Just as the fox's mind began to calm, the petting stopped abruptly, stirring Conner out of his comfortable daze. Gabriel's hands moved from Conner's midsection and groin back to the fox's arms, bringing them together and grasping them just below the fox's bruised wrists with one massive hand. Conner's mind snapped back to the reality of the situation as his arms were being hoisted over his head. "Now, about those arrangements I mention earlier child," Gabriel stated plainly, "shall we begin?"

Conner began to squirm as he was hoisted clean off the ground. "B...B...but, I..I...I mean Master, I did everything you asked of me!" he screeched as Gabriel stood up, still hoisting the fox off the ground with one hand. "I know you did child, and you were a very good boy, and master is so very proud of you." Gabriel solemnly informed his fox. "But you've been a very naughty boy for so long, and you must be cleansed of your sins. There must be penance for all you've harmed with your transgressions."

Gabriel reached down under the bed, sliding out a drawer hidden in the frame. Like a seasoned professional he pulled out a steel spreader bar, diligently shackling the device to Conner's legs with his free hand. "For so long you've caused others harm for choosing to be themselves," Gabriel said coolly "I cannot so easily allow you to go on without understanding some of the suffering you have inflicted upon your fellow living creatures." Conner's fear was peeking; unable to close his legs as he felt his plump ass cheeks pull apart. The cool air in the room blowing across his pink, virgin foxhole.

Conner knew what was coming, and he panicked, screaming and thrashing, terrified at the fate that awaited him. Gabriel's free hand shot up and wrapped its massive digits over the fox's muzzle, pulling the fox's gaze downward as to look directly into the terrified fox's eyes. "You are being a very bad boy right now foxy," Gabriel said sternly "and you've already doubled your punishment for tonight, so master is going to help you stay out of more trouble." Gabriel removed his massive hand from Conner's mouth, allowing the bound foxboy to continue screaming. The stallion reached again under the bed and pulled out a large, bright red ball gag. Gabriel proceeded to stuff the gag into Conner's wailing maw, silencing the screaming fox down to a dull whimper as he tightened the gag to the back of the fox's skull.

Conner felt the ball gag invade his maw as the strap was cinched tighter, stretching his jaw wide open, the ball forcing itself down towards the back of his throat. Conner's tongue pressed tightly against his rubber gag as it forced back his slathering drool, choking the fox with its strong rubber.

"Much better my little foxslut," Gabriel said with exultance to his muzzled little toy, "master now gives you permission to be as loud as you wish. And take heart child, all boys get broken their first time, so there is no shame in screaming." Conner doubled his efforts to escape, but to no avail, further stoking his fear and futile struggles.

Gabriel reached once more into the drawer and pulled out a second pair of wrist shackles. "Since my little fox is still having a hard time being a good bitch, master is going to help you be as comfortable as possible." He informed his writhing foxboy as he effortlessly snapped the metal shackles over the fox's wrists.

Gabriel took a moment to admire his work. The smooth, girlish foxboy had been bound, gagged, and shackled, all while continuing to writhe in his skintight pink crop top and matching stockings. Gabriel lowered the whimpering fox down towards his lap, holding his little foxtoy tight. "Naughty little fox is making his master very excited indeed," Gabriel cooed into Conner's ear, his member beginning to peak out of its sheath as he spoke. "Be sure to relax child, there is going to be a lot to take."

Conner felt the hot breath on his ear as Gabriel continued to tease him, driving his fear and anger into unknown territory. His movement was restricted to practically nothing, yet he fought with all his might, his muscles burning and begging for the exertion to end. No amount of effort was wasted, there had to be a way to escape, a way to stop this from happening. Maybe it was a dream? Maybe this was just a freakishly elaborate and sick joke from some of his friends? There had to be an explanation there had to be something----

Conner's blood went cold as he felt Gabriel's cock unsheathe. The stallion's cock thick beneath the fox's bared asshole. The length crept up past his pulsing virgin hole, brushing past the fox's smooth taint all before coming to rest against Conner's flat belly. The turgid 14" organ was throbbing against the fox's stomach, heat pouring off its thickness like a furnace as Conner screamed into his gag relentlessly. "Most boys only get broken in with half my length," Gabriel spoke soothingly into the fox's ear "But since you were such a bad little boy earlier, you get the entire thing."

Gabriel effortlessly rolled Conner on to his side, his plump, red fox ass bared as his tail attempted to cover his clenched entrance in one last vain attempt to stave off the onslaught that was awaiting it. Gabriel happily grabbed the base of fox's tail, lifting to reveal the delicious prize beneath. A slight smile pursed across the stallions lips as he pushed the plum sized tip of his stalionhood against the fox's hole, letting it rest for but a moment in order to lube the fox's uneager boyhole with precum.

With one quick motion the stallion jammed his seething ebony pillar into the fox's clenched tailhole, nearly splitting the little fox in two as its massive, vein laden length slowly invaded every inch of the fox's slick insides. Conner's screams of pain were stifled by the massive ball gag in his mouth, forcing his muffled cries to do nothing more than force the rubber gag farther down his throat. The fox found new vigor and fear as he thrashed what little he had left against his bonds and the stallion's strong grip. Conner's efforts again proved fruitless to escape the unceasing length of horse cock that continued stretching his asshole to new limits as it invaded his guts. "Oh yes my little foxslut, you are SO tight!" Gabriel proudly proclaimed, "And all that delicious wriggling....I knew you'd love having your master inside you."

Gabriel continued to push his cock into Conner's hot guts, filling the muffled and crying foxboy completely. The fox's plump ass fully engulfed the stallion's length, leaving only Gabriel's hefty sack swaying below Conner's packed cheeks. "Good boy" Gabriel cooed into Conner's ear, "You took all of master's length so easily!" The stallion was genuinely impressed by the little fox's ability to absorb so much of his throbbing, musky length without breaking. What else would I expect from such a wonderful little foxslut? He thought to himself as he prepped his newfound thrall for his proper fucking.

Conner's mind was consumed with the searing pain in his ass. No matter how much Conner relaxed his ass, the unceasing girth of the stallions cock seemed to fill any space that was receding to from the turgid invader. The massive cock would not relent, giving his stretched innards no rest as it sought to fill every inch of the fox's shockingly hungry and capable asshole. He was being used as a fuck toy, pure and simple, and there was no way to escape, no way to avoid the feeling of being used like a giant cock sheath in order to please another male.

As Conner began to sob uncontrollably, Gabriel commenced his controlled jackhammering of the poor fox's overstretched hole. The stallion made sure his entire length receded to the tip of his plumb sized head before plunging all 14" back into the fox's receptive dumpster. The stallion was not malicious in his rape; in fact he carried something of a smooth and collected control over his thrusts.

The metered onslaught of the stallion's massive girth began to introduce the battered fox to a fresh horror. The massive length of the stallion was absolutely bloated against the poor fox's inflamed prostate, causing the little fox to grow increasingly hard as the invading mass of Gabriel's cock dominated and tantalized his ever receptive insides.

"Oh, look at my little foxboy starting to enjoy himself" Gabriel proclaimed with no shortage of blandishment. "You are taking far faster to your role than I ever imagined!"

Conner's sobs grew into low whimpers and moans as his strength and will were completely worn down. The constant hammering of the stallions cock against his prostate was giving Conner, much to his own despair, a pleasure he had never experienced before. He wanted to cum; he wanted to feel the release that could only be brought about by complete submission. Part of Conner's ID desired nothing more than to feel himself receive the stallion's massive load, freeing his ego from the shackles of control, duty, and responsibly that he has been burdened with for so very long.

Gabriel began to fuck Conner faster; feeling the slow build of his 1 month load creeping its way towards his throbbing vas deference. Aided by the fox's tight ass and sudden and complete submission to his onslaught, Gabriel came in a rush; the load in his overripe sack filled Conner's already overstuffed ass to bursting as it blew its way into the fox's empty guts.

Conner felt the white hot torrent of cum fill his dominated asshole, the pressure of the stallions filling squeezing his prostate like a vise. Conner couldn't help but ejaculate his own meager load, causing his guts to squeeze tighter around the invading cock, milking every last drop of the massive garden hose suddenly released inside of him. Conner's sobs returned twofold as he felt his belly bloating outwards in order to hold what his ass no longer could.

Conner's tears dotted his fur as he felt Gabriel's massive pillar vacate his abused insides. The fox's stretched and puckered hole pulsated in a vain attempt to return to an approximation of its former virgin status. Conner's belly gurgled with the influx of seed within its embrace, bulging the limp fox's midsection into a notable mound, as if his lower cavity was nursing a 6 month pup within its makeshift womb. Sensing no fight from the now silently sobbing fox, Gabriel removed the restrains on his newly domesticated bitch.

Gabriel reached under the bed, procuring a small cotton towel which he promptly rolled across his slick and humid muzzle, giving it a few licks of his wet tongue. Like a nursemaid finding her charge dirtied from evening play, he began gently wiping the towel across the fox's callow face, dabbing and wiping the brackish drops of shame and pleasure from the fox's quivering muzzle.

Having cleansed his beautiful thrall of his sin, Gabriel wrapped his strong arms around the fox's still shivering body, rubbing Conner's now rotund and bloated belly with a gentle caress as he nuzzled the foxboys soft head to his own muzzle. "No more tears my beautiful little fox," he soothed into the fox's trembling ear. "Master has made you pure again."

Gabriel began to stand, leaving the foxboy's trembling form to curl in upon itself. The stallion reached down to Conner's whimpering muzzle, lifting the young foxes head as he gave Conner a slow, tender kiss. Removing his lips but for a moment, the stallion whispered to his broken fox, "Now the healing can begin my beautiful little boy." The stallion drove his passion into the Fox's sobbing muzzle, letting his massive equine tongue fill and dominate the fox's tiny muzzle before breaking away, leaving Conner's own lips quivering. Gabriel's fingers ran tenderly across the foxes face, holding for a moment to admire the young fox before moving silently out of the room, leaving all the atmosphere of his encounter behind him.

Conner laid curled on the bed, his quiet whimpering ebbing as his exhausted mind and body finally starting giving way to a much deserved sleep. The fox's eyes closed, shutting out the hoydenish design of the room; now more fitting than he had ever dared to imagine. As sleep finally swept the abused foxboy into oblivion, his tailhole began to twitch, feeling empty and vacated, like a hole in in his soul. Conner's cock began to grow hard as the fox dreamed of when he would be filled again...