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Len’s tail swayed behind him as the kitsune smothered another yawn. It was a nice, lazy weekend day. The orange kitsune stretched and rolled out of bed. He yawned and stretched, feeling several joints pop and creak. Quick trip to the bathroom. Cleanup and brush out after a shower. Then down to the kitchen. He wasn’t overly hungry, not yet, but the other people in the house would be before long.

He knew the wolves would be hungry. Varric was an absolute beast of a wolf. Fully twice Len’s height and powerful. Alex, well Alex was eating for more than one right now. So he’d be putting away almost as much as his older brother. Which meant that the kitsune had to get going early. Lest he have a bratty wolf complaining.

Still surprised him that Alex could still be a brat. Especially after all the lessons his big brother gave him.

Not that it really mattered. Len was more than happy to fix it up for the brothers. He didn’t bother with clothing. Might put something on later, but there was no need around home. Didn’t mean he didn’t dress up, just that Varric was fond of ruining whatever outfit he wore. Not always on purpose, but well, things happened.

Len’s tail swayed and flicked as the naked fox quickly fixed up breakfast for the wolves. Though imagine his surprise when Alex came in. The wolf was about as tall as Len was, though was a few times larger. Hand pressed to his back as he grumbled and stumbled downstairs. “I am going to…” he frowned as he lowered himself into a chair, “kill Varric.” Alex rocked in his seat and let a hand fall to his stomach with a frown. “Is breakfast ready? Though I still feel…” he trailed off and made a face.

The fox’s tail twitched as he offered a playful smile. “Well, what did you expect when you kept howling for him to cum in you?”

Alex’s face went bright red and he gave Len such a dirty look. Before he could think of some comeback, Len slide a plate in front of him. “Breakfast!” the kitsune chirped. Then glanced towards the kitchen door, “Speaking of, where is Varric?”

Alex was already picking at his food, “Came in late, heard you two going at it. He’s probably still snoring away.” Spoon tapped off bowl, “Though if he was, it’d still probably be shaking the house.” The wolf’s ears folded back, “Snores like a bear choking an alligator with a chainsaw.” He brandished a spoon, “And don’t say that’s only because he’s snoring in my ear!”

Len put on his best innocent face, “I wasn’t going to say that at all.”

Nose wrinkled as Alex sniffed at Len. Nibbling through his breakfast a bit. Picking here and there, stopping a few times, then starting again. Len wandered into the living room while Alex worked through his meal. Curling onto the couch, Len picked up the remote and began to flip through videos. Not much happening this weekend, so just had to find something to keep himself occupied.

It wasn’t too long before Alex waddled in to join him. The very pregnant wolf sat down with a huff. Ears folding back as he grumbled under his breath. Len watched a moment as the wolf fidgeted and shifted around. Stuffing a blanket here, pillow there. It took Alex a good couple minutes before he was fully set up in a crude nest.

“Hope you don’t have to pee anytime soon.” The fox stuck his tongue out with a grin.

Nose wrinkled, “Don’t you dare curse me like that.” Alex pinned his ears back and let out a little huff. Watching the TV as Len flipped through videos for a couple minutes. “Are you actually going to settle and watch something?” The wolf huffed and shifted, tucking a pillow against his back.

“There’s nothing good,” Len sniffed.

“Gimme that,” Alex wobbled and tried to reach for it, but was trapped in his own nest. A part of Len was tempted to make him reach for the remote. Alex certainly would have. The fox sighed and handed it over after a second. Leaning back on his side of the couch.

It only took Alex a matter of seconds to find something. The wolf seemed happy with it, but Len was only mildly interested. Eyes narrowing as he leaned back and curled arms around himself. Ah well, it was something at least. He could always get up and go do something else if it got bad. Though the question always became what. There were plenty of errands to do. Grocery shopping. Alex was having some wild cravings. Which it wasn’t surprising, given just how large he was. Varric was very good at…

A large hand swept into the periphery of Len’s vision. The kitsune only had an instant of warning before the hand curled under his chin and pulled. His mouth barely opened to yelp before it was filled. Thick, throbbing wolf cock readily slammed into his mouth. Out of sheer instinct, Len kept from biting down and instead licked. His tongue curling against the cock even as it slammed home. Plunging over lips, past teeth, over his tongue, and right down his throat.

“Morning,” Varric yawned. His massive hand sliding down to cup Len’s throat. Pulling the fox up then back down. Using his muzzle in the same way any other might use a sex toy. Just casually stroking it up and down his massive breeder. Varric barely even had to rock his hips. Just shift, pull, and thrust.

Despite his surprise, Len’s eyes soon narrowed with bliss. His tongue bathing every inch of the cock as it hammered into his throat. The wolf’s sheer size bulging his throat to an obscene degree. To anyone that didn’t know the fox, it would seem a miracle that he could even breathe. Much less that he’d reach up and grab at Varric’s hips. Not to push the wolf away, but to try and draw him in. Toes curled with each thrust. Len grunting, panting, and drooling as pleasure shook through him. His bushy tail lashed and flicked with each thrust. Eyes rolling back in his head as he savored everything about this moment.

Not that the moment would last. It was morning, and this wasn’t about making Len melt. It was really just Varric getting rid of his morning wood. Well, that and giving Len some breakfast.

Fat knot mashed against his muzzle as the wolf hunched and snarled. Rocking his hips casually against the fox’s muzzle. Len’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the balls tense against his muzzle. A casual bounce and twitch. Knot throbbed against his muzzle, each shot of virile wolf spunk surged down that length. Each spray made Len’s throat visibly bulge and shudder. The wolf rocking his hips forward. Draining himself until the fox was left shuddering and gulping. Stomach all but sloshing from the incredible volume that the male put out.

“Morning,” Varric yawned and smacked his heavy jaws. Pulling free of Len’s maw with a wet, heavy slurp. The fox shivered and dropped limp. Head hanging over the side of the couch as he rolled that wonderful cum around his tongue and maw. Licking his lips clean with a mumbled response.

Alex huffed, “Do you two have to do that every morning? In front of me?”

Varric called from the kitchen, “Be less fun if we didn’t.” He poked his head around the corner, “Len, we running low on things?”

Now that got Alex’s ear perked. The wolf knew they were, and he’d been quietly sneaking hints to the fox for days now. Len cleared his throat and coughed, slowly sitting up. “Ah, yeah. A few things here and there. I’ve got a list upstairs. Been meaning to go to the store, but...”

Varric cut him off with a half wave, “Go get it. i feel like running a few errands. Plus there’s something I want to try out.” There was something in his smile that made the fox hesitate.

“What is it?”

The massive wolf waved a hand, “You’ll find out. Let’s just say that Alex gave me some ideas a while back.”

Len looked at the other wolf for some clarification. Alex just shrugged, “No clue what he’s talking about, but seems you’ll find out soon enough.”

“This is embarrassing,” Len whined.

“I know it is, but I know you love it too.” The fox didn’t even have to look at the wolf to hear the grin in his voice. Len huffed and wiggled, trying to get comfortable. Well, it wasn’t like he was that uncomfortable, just... very exposed. Varric’s little surprise for him was a harness. Inspired by something he’d rigged up to punish Alex months ago, but refined. What had been a set of belts was now a set of fitted straps wrapped around the fox. They crisscrossed his body from shoulders down to thighs. Varric wore a far simpler harness around his chest. One which was hooked to the back of Len’s and held the fox up. Varric was easily strong enough to carry the kitsune like this. Easily large enough that Len’s legs dangled in the air as they waited for the bus.

And the harnesses were they were wearing.

Well, except for the thigh pouch Varric had stuffed his wallet and phone into. Couldn’t go to the store without those. Beyond those items? Yeah, they were completely naked. Meaning that Len in all his glory was front and center for anyone wanting to oogle. Which a few passerbys were more than happy to do. They even earned a few honks from cars here and there and a single catcall that Varric waved off.

Len’s cheeks were burning as the bus pulled up. He could feel eyes on him as Varric stepped on board and casually paid for them. He wanted to cover himself up, but... well his hands were strapped to Varric’s shoulders. He chewed on his bottom lip and looked around as the large wolf sauntered down the aisle and picked a seat. A puffed grunt blasting into his ear as the male leaned back and began to pet his ears. That made the fox sigh and close his eyes. Relaxing into the light patting and stroking. Nerves starting to settle away as the wolf muttered sweet little things into his ear. Casually petting his ear and head with that large mitt.

In fact, he was so relaxed he really didn’t notice that Varric’s other hand was moving to pet his thigh. Least not until the large wolf gathered both legs in one massive mitt. Only then did he realize that his tails had been wiggling, and his butt. He’d been unconsciously squirming against Varric’s very plump, very swollen sheath. One which the wolf was casually grinding against him. Letting his thick, powerful cock press up between Len’s cheeks and against the small of his back.

“Didn’t think you’d be so excited for this,” Varric’s voice rolled over Len’s ear. The wolf grinning as he nipped his partner’s ear and gave it a playful tug. Holding onto the kitsune’s legs with one hand, he casually dropped his other hand to grab a handful of ass. Then he lifted Len up. The fox bit his lip and squirmed as he felt Varric’s cock grind against him. Glancing around the bus, he saw others were watching. Some openly, others not so much. Plenty of sidelong glances and sneaky shots with their phones. Breath caught in his throat as Len felt the wolf lift him higher and higher.

Then the chiseled tip of Varric’s cock slid along his rear. More whispers and murmurs as the wolf ground against him, probing the fox’s slit. There were a few whispers and he saw some tall vixen give Varric a look, thighs squeezing together.

Varric made a kissing noise and casually slid Len down his cock. The orange kitsune arched with a noise somewhere between a yip, yelp, and moan. He wanted to reach up and cover his muzzle, to muffle the noises, but his hands were bound up. He could only blush and chew on his bottom lip. Try to keep himself muffled as the wolf began to slide him up and down. Using Len with all the casualness that he would a sex toy. It didn’t matter to the wolf that they were in public or not.

Even if it did make Len’s insides clench around him that much harder. Each stroke drew a moan from the fox, thighs quaking. He couldn’t shift them out of Varric’s grip, couldn’t hide. Within a couple strokes, he was starting to drip down Varric’s length. Pussy lips quivering as his eyes narrowed. Grunting and huffing as his body quivered and pulled, quaked and rocked into his master. Cheeks flushed at just how much he was on display. Pussy spread wide open, stomach bulging with each stroke, his noises puffing just over the drone of the bus.

“Would you look at that?” Varric muttered into Len’s ear. He could hear the wolf’s smile as he picked up the pace a little more. Starting to drop Len down onto his length with each stroke. Without thinking, Len looked around like he was told. That vixen was across from them now. Legs spread and fingers casually digging into her own pussy. She bit her lip as Len looked at her. Lifted her shirt more to fondle her breasts, fingers matching Varric stroke for stroke. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see another couple. A mouse male pressed tight against his cat lover’s backside. The cat looking rather weak in the knees as the mouse hammered him from behind.

He was certain that more people were going at it. There were moans and delightful smells filling the bus now. Len’s nose twitched as he smelled everything. Feeling his body flush with excitement. He leaned back into Varric and the wolf responded. Shifting to hold one of his toy’s legs in each hand. Spreading the intersex fox wide for all to see. Letting them watch as his cock spread that pussy wide with each stroke.

Varric lifted him right up until his tip was about to fall out. He let his cock sit there, throb. Precum spilling into Len’s pussy and dripping down. Held him there for a long moment. Len bit his bottom lip and waited. Watching with baited breath in anticipation.

A tongue bathed his pussy lips. Len jolted and looked down. That strange, tall vixen was kneeling before them. Her tongue traced over Len’s body, down to Varric’s cock. She moaned at the taste of the powerful, virile wolf male. Len whined, squirming as Varric held him there for a moment. Cock quietly throbbing, right on the cusp. Which meant that Len was on the verge as well. His body screaming for Varric’s rich seed to flood him, to allow him to hit his own peak.

Without a word, the wolf slammed him down. Practically setting his thighs on the strange vixen’s shoulders. Len jolted and jerked, yelping out. His eyes rolled back as Varric hammered him with sharp, shallow thrusts. That gloriously fat knot starting to stretch his body. Tying them together within a pulse or two, and then getting that much wider and thicker with every beat.

The stranger’s hands roamed over his body. Pressing against his belly, feeling the throb of Varric’s cock. Then down to stroke the fox’s stretched pussy lips. Feeling that engorged knot throb and pulse. Only to travel further down. Len opened his eyes and glanced down, watching as she cupped Varric’s sac and lifted. Licking each orb in turn. She looked up at Len with a glimmer of envy in her eyes. Huffing as she leaned in, suckling on Varric’s great nuts. The wolf chuckled, pumping steadily against Len. Holding the fox’s thighs nice and wider. Keeping him on full display until...

“Nnngh,” Varric grunted into Len’s ear. One more thrust and he erupted. The fox threw his body back and groaned, mouth falling open as he huffed and panted. Body writhing and squirming on his master’s fat knotted length. Firmly stuck in place against that tsunami of cum that blasted his insides. Each shot pumping him that much more full. Soon visibly swelling his stomach with the male’s virile seed. Sheer bliss washed over the orange kitsune as he reached his peak a moment later. Allowing himself that pleasure as Varric filled him like the toy he was.

Another moan from between his legs. The vixen panting and shivering, nose buried against Varric’s sac. Letting each throb lift the drop the nuts against her muzzle. She flashed a sheepish smile when she saw Len looking at her. Then lifted her fingers, revealing the strands of her own excitement. Spreading the fingers apart and then licking them.

She then slid up into the seat beside Varric. Which, since the wolf was so large, meant that she just had to turn and press herself against him. The tall, oddly angular vixen leaned in and nibbled at him. Len’s ears twitched as he heard Varric turn. Felt the wolf grab her by the back of the head and draw her into what had to be one of the sloppiest kisses in the history of ever. His cheeks blushed as he heard her sputter a little in surprise. Just that moment of hesitation before she was practically sucking on Varric’s tongue.

Then Varric’s hand slid down. Casually groping Len’s belly. Massaging it. Kneading the bulge he’d made in the kitsune’s gut as well as the swell from the amount of cum he’d already pump into his partner.

As the stranger’s moan puffed against Len’s cheek, Varric’s fingers moved down. Stroking Len’s swollen, stretched pussy lips. Len bit his lip and arched. Squirming against Varric as the wolf’s fingers drummed his clit. Each pet, every stroke made the orange fox start to squirm and pant. Eyes rolling back in his head. He was still sensitive from his climax earlier. Now he was being played with while his master played tonsil hockey with some other woman?

He could feel her shift. Just imagining her grinding against Varric’s side. Len’s nostrils flared and he smelled arousal. Spotted more fellow riders either trying not to watch, or engaging in their own activities. Though few were as openly bold as Varric was.

Or as plainly needy as the vixen was. Her whines cut off by the wolf’s tongue. Pants puffed against Varric’s muzzle and Len’s head. The fox could practically hear her dripping onto the bus seat. Which wasn’t an unusual reaction to Varric. The wolf could make the strongest weak in their knees and turn them into howling orgasmic messes.

Which is what he was currently doing to Len with just his fingers. Fingers that steadily drummed across his clit. Pressed against his belly, grinding his g-spot into that mighty, throbbing wolf cock. Each pulse added another little spurt to Len’s belly. Further adding to the swell of his own gut. He bit his lip and arched. Whining into his throat. Sounding just like the vixen that Varric was casually making out with. Len’s body arched, shivered, and…

“Maaah…” Varric broke the kiss, “this is my stop.” A pair of whines from the vulpine's earned a throaty chuckle from the wolf. “What a needy pair you are…” he licked the vixen’s muzzle and stood up. Len’s eyes shot open and went cross as his entire weight suddenly settled onto Varric’s cock. Making it push into his trembling depths that much deeper. Len's insides quivered and clenched, right on the verge of peaking. He wanted to reach down and play with himself, but his hands were bound. Best he could do would be press his thighs together, but.. Well kinda hard with a fist-sized knot crammed into him.

Varric stood and adjusted the harness as the bus came to a stop. “Wait!” the vixen stood up, cheeks flushed and thighs rubbing together. “Um, here's my number. “She flashed a smile as she handed a folded piece of paper over to the wolf. “Thought you might... “

The wolf grabbed her head and leaned in. Len could hear his tongue invade her mouth. When Varric pulled her up, he practically shoved Len's face into her neck. Which meant that the fox had a front row seat for watching the male's tongue drive down the vixen's throat. She arched and huffed again, almost choking on that thick tongue for a second before Varric broke the kiss.

“See you later,” she muttered and stood, legs shaking.

“Perhaps,” Varric smirked and stuffed her number into his thigh pouch.

Len huffed quietly as the wolf strode off the bus. “Could hear her getting wet for you. “His ears twitched.

Varric stepped off the bus. A little harder than he had to, bouncing the fox strapped to him. Len jolted and huffed a moan. “Yeah. Could smell her need. Probably get a good litter from her.” He flashed a smile, “Or three.” He started to stalk down the road. Adding a bounce to each step. Every stride made Len lift, pull at the knot, then drop back down with a quiet yip. “Lay her over the end of the bed. You laid down next to her. Alex stuffed between you two...” He licked his lips nosily and chuckled, “Tasy.”

Len's ears were twitching back with each step, “Lush,” he huffed. “Going to repopulate the world. “

A mighty hand came down on his ass with a resounding crack. Len jumped and yelped, or at least jumped as much as he could with that knot. He jolted and clenched his teeth, hissing under his breath. Varric stopped right there and moved his hands down to Len's hips. Holding tight as his hips jolted up. The wolf could barely move his hips, but all he needed was that inch or two. Len clenched his teeth and huffed, arching his back and neck. Which brought him right in line with Varric's heavy jaws. The wolf gladly bit down on his neck with a growl.

Which set Len right off. The kitsune jolted and shook, arching back into his master with breathless pants. Lights flashed and danced behind his eyes as the fox trembled. Insides clenched and shook, shuddering around his partner. Varric growled and pressed tighter to Len. Giving him a machine gun series of shallow thrusts. A muffled snarl signaled the unleashing of another flood of cum. Len's stomach rippled and swelled further with the male's seed. Steadily growing with each shot.

This morning he'd looked rather trim and svelte. The bus ride had given him a bit of a swell, making him look a couple months pregnant. This quick street-side filling had added another couple months. Each throb of that mighty breeder continuously adding to the bulge.

Varric let out a playful growl and bit down again. Just that little chomp before releasing the fox. “What was that?” he grinned.

Len shook and panted, dangling off the larger male's front. “N-nothing, Master. Thank you,” he huffed and arched. Fuck, he could almost feel himself getting pregnant. Packs of wolf spunk chasing down the poor fox eggs. Probably have another litter by the end of the day. Though even if he didn't? Well, Varric would make short work of that before long.

Varric huffed and stretched out slowly. The movement enough to jostle Len around and make the fox huff and shiver. Belly starting to slosh and sag with the sheer amount of cum resting inside. The massive wolf worked his shoulders for a moment, smirked. And reached down to those dangling legs. Pulling them up, he hooked Len’s legs to his own. Leaving the kitsune in this airborne, dangling kneel pose. Legs tucked up and bound, spread wide to keep him exposed to the world.

Satisfied, he gave the weary fox’s hip a pat and started walking. Each step bounced the fox a little. Drawing breathy huffs and low moans from the kitsune. His tails twitching as insides rippled and squeezed. The position let him move some. Putting his strong thighs to use. Though he was tightly bound to Varric. So any movement there was just a push up. Which would be followed by either a drop, or the wolf stepping a little harder.

Fucking Alex. Varric’s younger brother liked to goad and tease his older sibling. So Varric had gotten pretty good with the harness. Though those had always been crude. Improvised. Belts, rope, even tie down straps that one time. That had made Alex raise a fuss. Least right up until Varric had muzzled his sibling. At the very least, Len as given the courtesy of a proper harness. One made and custom fitted to him. Which did make him feel a bit proud, pleased, and very, VERY exposed.

Hanging there, bouncing against Varric’s lap was bad coming out of the house. Worse when they got on the bus. Now going down a busy street? People were stopping to stare, honking their horns, and catcalling. Varric waved at some, cursed or flipped off others. Len just… well there wasn’t much he could do. Just pin his ears back and let his cheeks flush. A lot, panting huff broke from the kitsune with each step. Marathon sex wasn’t unusual with the wolf, especially when he was in one of his moods, but this? This was going to a whole new level.

A part of Len was starting to sympathize with Alex. Just a little. It was one thing to be pinned down or slam-fucked against various walls, tables, chairs, whatever the wolf deemed fit. It was another thing entirely to be carried around like this.

It was doing things to the exhibitionist side of him that he’d never dreamt of. It was one thing to be casually fucked by the wolf in public. To be picked up, fucked, and then waddle around with a fresh load dripping from him? That was just any old weekday. But this? Carried around, continually fucked? All while his pussy clung on to the wolf’s massive knot? Oh heavens above and hells below, it was doing things to him that he could’ve never imagined.

Down the street and into the store. Varric never broke stride. Though he was hardly gentle with it either. Each long stride male Len bounce and wiggle on him. Eyes crossing as the kitsune tried to keep from openly panting. Hands clenched to fists and his body couldn’t help but arch and grind. Muscles quivering under orange pelt as his eyes rolled back in his head. Breath caught as his entire form shuddered. Varric’s cock was hitting everything inside him with each step. That massive breeder filled every inch of his vulpine cunt and then some. On a particularly rough step, almost a skip really, anyone would be able to see the outline of it.

“So, what do we need?” Varric reached into his pack and fished around. Digging through who-knew how many numbers before coming up with the list. Right there, standing just to the side of the entry, he calmly unfolded a page and held it up. All while people at the checkout looked up, stared, or averted their gaze. Len’s ears pulled back, quickly recognizing people he knew. This was his favorite grocery store, and now here he was. On full display for all to see!

“Ah,” Varric grunted, “So, which way?” He lifted the page before Len’s nose.

Len worked his lip and whined softly, “That way,” he did his best to point. Rather hard with one’s hands strapped to the wolf’s broad shoulders.

Varric grunted and grabbed a cart, wheeling it around in front of Len. Only then did he release the fox’s wrists from their bonds. “This will make it easier.” He yawned right into the fox’s ears and leaned forward. “This is your shopping trip. I’m just here to make it hard on you.” He grinned.

Hard in more ways than one, Len huffed to himself. Though getting around the store wasn’t too bad. Varric’s stride was somewhat soothed by the cart he leaned against. Sure, it meant that he was nearly crushed against the cart, but it was some relief. Before long he was even ready to start thinking about things again.

Which did make the shopping trip easier. As did having Varric around to reach the stuff up on the tall shelves. Which did make the big wolf grumble and gripe some. His ears laid back each time that Len thanked him and kissed his chin. It wasn’t long though before the kitsune was getting bold and using pet names on the big wolf. Which made Varric sigh and roll his eyes, but smile just a bit. There was a lot to shop for, and Len was enjoying this enough that he didn’t notice how Varric’s cock began to slide out of him.

“Up there, Snookums.” Len pointed on a shelf out of his reach.

Varric paused, “Snookums?”

A snorted laugh and unfamiliar voice, “The big puppy wuppy, Snookums.” Varric turned, swinging Len around. A rather large rabbit lady was browsing the isle behind them. Completely naked, her well groomed, rich brown fur and curvy form on full display for the world to see. All she wore was some simple jewelry, and a harness.

A harness which looked a lot like the one that Varric had on.

And which had a male rabbit strapped to it. His face buried between the far larger female’s ample breasts. His legs hung between hers, and it was clear that she was using him in a similar fashion to what Varric had been using Len for. Especially considering the smell coming off her.

“Yeah, what of it?” Varric grumbled a little.

The large rabbit female strode over and reached up to pat his cheek. “Just don’t look like a Snookums to me…”

Then Len smelled it. The scent of her heat. Raw, ripe, and invading even his senses. His eyes darted up and back as she drew her hand away. Fingers sticky with her juices. She looked down at Len and winked at him, then backed towards a shelf.

“ Rrrrrrrrmmmmmm!”

He swore he heard jars on the shelf rattling from that growl. The fox snapped his head around, giving the doe a ‘what have you done?’ look an instant before a heavy hand slammed onto his hip. Followed by a second. Varric’s iron grip clamped onto his hips and drove the fox forward. Leaning almost all of his weight into the cart. Len grabbed and scrabbled as the cart tried to scoot away.

Chiseled tip kissed his slit. The barest hints of a warning before Varric slammed into the still-bound fox.

Len couldn’t even think of yelping out. The sheer force of the wolf’s thrust drove every scrap of breath from his lungs. Eyes went wide, and with the next thrust, rolled back in his head. His mouth fell open in a soundless gasp, tongue rolling from his maw. By the third thrust, he was all but lost to the world. Every fiber of his being dedicated to one thing. Taking that cock that was being slammed into him.

Teeth dug into his shoulder. Varric making sure that he wasn’t going to get away. Not that Len would be one to argue or struggle. That didn’t matter to the wolf though. He was in a rut now. Hammering Len’s backside with shallow, savage thrusts. The clap of his hips off that orange backside began to echo up and down the aisles.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the rabbit pair. Larger female bent forward with one hand on a shelf. Her partner had been relocated behind her. Feet and legs strapped to hers, the smaller male peppering her with thrusts. Len could just barely here a, “Keep pace. Don’t finish before he does,” from the large female. Which had the buck look at Varric rather nervously. Even though his hands tightened on her hips and dug in even more. Hunching into her back with needy groans.

Len could feel Varric smile, heard the male chuff a laugh.

Oh no.

Varric shifted into another gear entirely. One that Len had only seen him use on especially bratty partners. The full, savagely feral fucking. One that sent his balls clapping off Len’s thighs a couple times a second. The already stunned kitsune couldn’t do anything more than hang on. Even with the straps on place, he could barely manage that. Thighs flexed and pushed. Body bucked and heaved. He felt his climax approach. Then blow past him at speeds thus unheard of. His thighs tried to shake with the force of it, but merely jerked. Len couldn’t groan, couldn’t moan, could barely breathe as Varric absolutely destroyed him. He could feel cum and juices pouring out of him. Running down his thighs and onto the floor. Driven from him by the raw power of the beast behind him.

Then came the knot.

Even partially grown, it was enough to smack off his pussy lips Varric’s hands tightened their iron grip on Len’s thighs. Pulled the fox back. Len was still heavily bound, almost pressed flush to the wolf as is. Yet still the male wrenched him back. Forcing his pussy lips to spread a little more with each wrecking ball thrust.

Relief came as the knot slid home. The wet popped echoed up and down the aisle. Crashed off frozen foods, and echoed back at them. Varric’s snarl buried into Len’s shoulder. Eyes narrowed as the wolf hammered him hard. Fast. Barely even moving his hips. Then…

Varric threw his head back and howled. The sound tore through the store and sent lesser creatures scurrying for cover. Len somehow yipped in response, or maybe it was just the force of another climax crashing through his ruined form. Varric pulled Len as tight as he could get. Grunting as his balls leapt and unleashed another load deep into the trembling kitsune.

“Oh thank God!” the rabbit panted and threw himself forward. Trembling against his larger partner’s backside.

“Dirty trick,” the wolf panted, tail twitching as his balls heaved. Pumping enough spunk into the fox that, even with all he’d lost, Len looked like he was about to pop. His belly sagged and swayed with each motion. Sloshing with the incredible volume of wolf cum inside him.

The rabbit doe smirked and straightened up, leaving her partner slung off her back. “Maybe next time you’ll leave more of a tip on the harness.” Her voice was low, playful, and teasing.

Varric snorted after her as she walked away. Swinging his head down, he looked at Len. The kitsune was… well not quite unconscious. More catatonic. There was this half-smile plastered on Len’s face and the kitsune hung limply from the harness. As Varric watched, a string of fucked-silly drool dripped from the fox’s mouth. Sighing, Varric smiled and took the list from Len’s hand. “Let’s see, next we need…”

“How was shopping?” Alex didn’t look up from his game, still bundled up rather heavily in the nestbed he’d made on the couch.

Varric strode in, bags swinging from his arms. “I broke Len, but he’ll be fine in a couple hours. I think.”

That made Alex perk up, “You broke… Len?” Varric swung around to show off the kitsune. Len was still dangling there, but at least he’d stopped drooling. “Oh my god, you broke Len! What are you going to do?”

“Order dinner.” Varric began to pull the harness off. Moving to lay the weary fox down on the couch. “You watch him. Make sure he doesn’t swallow his tongue or something.” The wolf’s tail twitched behind him. He smirked and tucked the fox in on the couch, gave his head a pat, and went to put up the groceries.

Alex sighed, rolled his eyes, and adjusted the blankets. “He really gave it to you, huh? How much of a brat were you?”

Len opened an eye, stretched, and groaned. “I wasn’t. Someone else was.”

A snort and smirk, “Ah, so you were just in the way.”