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Amber light bathed the bartop, refracting from the ornate glassware in Rusty’s palm. The hustle and bustle of drunken customers filled the stuffy air, a wonderful backdrop to the young man’s main focus: the vixens sat across from him.

Rusty had met Cass and Anuv online only a month prior; but in that time, they had been relentless flirts. The pair specialized in taming brats; and until tonight, the pair had allowed Rusty to remain… mostly… untamed. As the night went on, however, the pair could feel that familiar possessiveness swelling within them; a kind of delectable cuteness aggression which plagued them in the presence of prideful prey.

Moreover, this was their first time meeting in-person. The vixens could hardly hold themselves back as Rusty blathered about his personal life, his workout routine, his boring desk job. This defenseless human was the perfect target.

Anuv tossed her hair, gripped a cold glass of cognac in her paw. Her gray fur shone hazel under the warm light, complementing a coiffed bun of violet hair, a pair of burgeoning breasts. Her gargantuan curves clearly shone through a glimmering red dress, just barely fitting into a pair of burgundy stilettos.

Her voice was warm, near-maternal, as she said: “Rusty… I highly doubt your ability to overpower either of us. No offense.”

Naturally, that comment stoked the boy’s vestigial machismo. Rusty flexed his bicep, guffawed into the stuffy air, and said: “Oh, I could totally take both of you at once in a fight. Or arm wrestling. Whatever, haha.”

Cass raised an eyebrow. She asked, “Is that so? You think you’re that strong?”

Subtly, Cass then grasped Anuv’s paw. With a quick squeeze, the huge vixens communicated their mutual intent – or rather, their mutual lust. By the end of the night, Rusty would be theirs.

Rusty, however, did not notice the hunger in the vixens’ eyes. He was on the verge of downing his third glass of bourbon. The taste of bitter oak lingered in the back of his throat, dancing on his tongue, as he declared: “Me? I’m a full-grown man_._ Of course I’m strong. Hell, I hit the gym five times a week.” A breath, and then: “What I meant to say is… I’ve never lost a physical contest to anyone. Not once. And I don’t plan on it. No offense, haha.”

“None taken,” Cass replied. She was similarly adorned to Anuv, but wore a pink dress and dark fishnet stockings. The fabric stretched across her plump calves like a spider’s web, stretching deep beneath the hem of her dress. Rusty couldn’t help but fantasize about what laid there.

Cass then smacked her black-stained lips, her tail swishing mischievously above her plump ass. Curiously, she watched as a small white tablet dissolved in the bottom of Rusty’s glass. Tiny bubbles fizzed from its periphery, subtly rising to the surface.

Rusty, of course, failed to notice. He was far too enraptured by the beautiful vixens before him; he had a thing for large women, after all. And the two had been sweet as pie for a month now – heaping nothing but praise upon him, even as he refused to bow to their whims. While Rusty found their possessive behavior strange, the prospect of their attention remained quite alluring.

Some dominatrixes, Rusty thought. These women have hardly made an advance on me tonight. Shouldn’t they be more dominant? He then sighed, sipped once more from his glass. But I’m sure, come tonight, they’ll be begging for me…

“So, Rusty… what are your plans for the rest of the night?” Anuv asked. “This bar is starting to clear out, after all.”

The human shot a cocky grin. “Me?” he asked, and rubbed the back of his head. “Well… I was hoping to spend the night with both of you. I’m sure you’re both a treat in bed. Especially tied up.”

“Oh, we are a treat,” Anuv replied. “But frankly, I’m unsure if you’d be able to handle both of us. Especially at the same time.” She gave a canned smile. “I’m giving you fair warning. If you choose to go through with this, you may emerge… different.”

Rusty’s eyes narrowed. “Like I said a thousand times before, you’re not gonna magically break me tonight.” He guffawed, chugged the last of his bourbon. “I mean, what’re you gonna do, huh? Chain me on a leash? Make me beg like a dog?”

Anuv smirked. “No, nothing like that. Unless, of course, you’d like to be chained like a dog.”

The human nearly blushed at the assertion. “O–of course not!” he contended. “If anything, I’ll have both of you begging by the end. Just you watch.”

Cass and Anuv could only laugh. They turned to each other, snickering, paws over their maws.

“Would you like to bet on it?” Anuv asked.

“Fine,” Rusty replied, summoning his bravado. “Let’s bet on it. Just a fair warning, though… you’ll lose. Hard.”

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Getting to Anuv’s apartment was a blur. Rusty vaguely remembered being led from the bar, upheld by his shoulders, and shoved into a van. From there, they rode, and rode, and rode… until the trio had reached an ornate brownstone. The sun-baked bricks made Rusty’s heart jump; he didn’t know Anuv was so well-off.

The two vixens then easily carried the boy inside, nursing him in their arms like a mere plaything. Through a slurry of rooms he was carried, until he was unceremoniously plopped onto a mammoth-sized mattress, upheld by a black wired bedframe. His vision swirled, a slurry of magenta and pink light, as he struggled to comprehend his surroundings.

It was at this point that Rusty near panicked; no amount of beer could have made him so incapacitated. He’d been drugged.

“Wh–what are you doing?” Rusty croaked, his arms uselessly flailing at his sides. “What… where are we? What…”

His moans, however, were only met by smug laughter. Both Anuv and Cass stood at the foot of the bed, staring over him like prey caught in a trap. Anuv could practically feel herself salivating at the thought of devouring the helpless boy.

Rusty said, “My vision is swirling.” He coughed. “What did you… put in my drink?”

From behind her back, Anuv then revealed a black strip of cloth, held it expectantly in front of her round, fat breasts. “Does it matter?” she asked. “After all… for tonight, you won’t need to think, or walk, or talk. You just need to obey your new mistresses. Okay?”

Mistresses? The word made Rusty squirm. Desperately, he felt his entire body writhe, trying to get away – but he was far too weak, too uncoordinated. Anuv held his chest downward with a single finger, then deftly wrapped the a pitch-black blindfold around his head.

And just like that, Rusty was plunged into darkness. His heart raced, his breaths quickened, as he attempted to figure out what was happening to him. Unexpectedly, he then felt two paws wrap around his wrists, holding them above his head. Much to Rusty’s chagrin, his entire body was now splayed. His pants then slid silently past his legs, his shirt brought up over his head, until he was fully nude. The cold air stiffened his nipples, his erect cock suddenly struck by the slight breeze of a ceiling fan.

“P–please,” Rusty begged. His lips just barely cooperated. “What do y–you want from me? Money?”

Anuv and Cass guffawed at the notion. “Money?” Anuv asked, savoring the words. “No, honey. We want you. Your body, your soul… all of it.”

Rusty shivered at the suggestion. His lungs gasped as his arms jiggled uselessly against Cass’s embrace. “Wh–what?” he sputtered. “I don’t understand. I don’t –”

But before Rusty could finish speaking, Anuv held a finger to his lips, crawling onto the bed. “Shhhh… honey, we’re not going to hurt you,” she cooed. “Just lay back and relax. It’ll all be over soon.”

And then, before Rusty could respond, a wholly unfamiliar scent struck his nose. He raised an eyebrow at the faint scent, then craned his neck forward, attempting to discern its source.

“What is that?” Rusty asked.

Anuv snorted. “I don’t know,” she replied, obviously teasing. “What does it smell like?”

Rusty inhaled once more, wracking his brains for the correct descriptor. “It smells like… sweat. A little sweat,” he said, and sniffed once more through his daze. “Um… it’s a sour scent? And musky, really musky.”

Cass laughed at the boy’s ignorance; Anuv, however, attempted to contain her amusement. The vixen leaned closer, ordered: “Try again. Take a deeeep whiff, honey.”

Rusty then took one more deep huff; but alas, he couldn’t place the smell. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. “I–I don’t know what it is,” he sputtered. “Can you just tell me?”

Anuv hummed. The vixen quickly glanced at her snickering companion, then admitted: “Darling… that’s my pussy.” Anuv then knelt on either side of Rusty’s body, her immense weight slowly pressing down on his chest.

Fuck, Anuv was heavy. Extremely heavy. Rusty could just barely breathe, all of his breath forced from his lungs as Anuv settled in.

Anuv then cracked her knuckles, licking her lips as she surveyed the helpless boy. “Now, Rusty… before you dig in, I should let you know what our purpose is here tonight.” She then cleared her throat and announced: “By the end of tonight, you are going to be my perfect little pet. Your will, your body, your mind… everything. It will be transformed, bent to my will. Forever mine.”

The bedframe creaked as Anuv shimmied upward, hovering herself clean above Rusty’s face. That smell was pungent now – savory, musky, reminiscent of balsamic vinegar. “Go on now,” she ordered. “Lick my spade. Show your mistress your devotion, hm?”

Even in his stupor, however, Rusty decided to resist. He chuckled, replied: “As if I’d ever eat you out. I’m not a pushover, you know.”

Anuv raised an eyebrow. With a sultry tinge, she said: “Oh? Is that what you truly think?”

In the face of imminent doom, Rusty laughed. “Drug me all you want. You can’t force me to do anything,” he hissed.

Anuv could only laugh. Countless men had laid in the same position Rusty did now; helpless, uncoordinated, and yet still speaking with utmost confidence. Each had been crushed under Anuv’s voluptuous weight, their willpower eviscerated. By the end of the night, they had emerged transformed – but moreover, they emerged obedient.

“Have it your way,” Anuv teased, then waved her paw. “Cass? Would you mind holding him down?”

Cass smiled. “Of course,” she said. “This is my favorite part, after all.”

In truth, Cass loved helping Anuv tame brats. The two vixens shared a mutual appreciation for one another, an almost mentor-mentee relationship. Two years ago, Anuv had approached Cass at the bar; scrawny, unconfident, and awkward. That night, however, Anuv was transformed. Her bosom now spilled haphazardly from her dress, her thick thighs nigh uncontained by any garment. And, perhaps most importantly, she had learned the value of her own body – the magic it contained.

Cass’s fingertips then dug into Rusty’s thin wrists, wrenching them against the bed. Her nails scratched small red ravines into his flesh. A long vulpine tongue lolled from her toothy maw as she then watched her apprentice lower herself over Rusty’s face, eclipsing him with a furtive whimper.

Anuv straddled Rusty’s face between her luscious, soft thighs, savoring the human’s warm breath against her undercarriage. A smile rose to her maw, and she then plunged herself downward, pressing herself flush against Rusty’s mouth.

“Eat,” she ordered. “If you’d like to breathe again, that is.”

Rusty was gobsmacked. Anuv’s thick, glazed, needy spade met his lips with a kiss, quivering as his tongue lapped along its periphery for the first time. The smell was overwhelming now, near-intoxicating. Frankly, Rusty had never smelled another spade like it; profoundly musky, savory, acrid, and addictive. A thin layer of sweat glazed the spade’s exterior, matting the vixen’s silver fur. Each mouthful of that lust-laden moisture flowed down Rusty’s throat like whiskey, like well-aged bourbon. The taste was not conventionally delicious, sure; but somehow, as if hypnotized, Rusty felt himself uncontrollably drawn to it.

Internally, Rusty cursed himself for his arousal; he was supposed to be a man. If anyone dominated the bedroom, it was supposed to be him. To be caught beneath one woman’s cunt while another held him still… it was dreadfully embarrassing. And yet, despite it all, he could feel himself becoming incredibly aroused. Embarrassment made his face redden.

Rusty attempted to beg through his mistress’s flesh, to call out for help, but was smothered by the vixen’s gargantuan groin. His arms flailed, his legs kicked, but each appendage remained snugly held; hell, Cass didn’t even break a sweat.

“Stop struggling,” Cass mocked through snarled lips. “It’ll be easier for you if you conserve your energy. Save it for licking her cunt, mutt.”

Mutt…?

A voice then rang out from above Rusty – Anuv, gyrating her hips greedily on Rusty’s face, her maw raised upward like a beacon. “Oh, don’t worry,” she said, her voice breathy. “Rusty is doing fine down there. More than fine. Isn’t that right, Rusty?”

Once more, Rusty attempted to speak, but only emitted a muffled squeak. Much to his chagrin, he felt his conscious mind being scrubbed away by the pungent scent of Anuv’s cunt; lust drooled from within, constantly filling his palate with that overwhelming, piquant taste.

Slowly, begrudgingly, he began to lay wet, chaste kisses along Anuv’s entrance. Her tight rim puckered with every little touch as soft, pleasured groans flowed from her mouth.

“Good boy,” she cooed. “Good boy, eating mistress’s pussy. There we go… deeper for mistress now. Put yourself inside me.”

Rusty groaned at the suggestion. His willpower was so thoroughly eroded that he was tempted to obey; but the pungent stink which emanated from her pussy made him think twice. Something was… off.

Truthfully, Rusty had never tasted a spade quite like Anuv’s. Hers was acrid and fragrant, whereas all the others he’d tasted were subtle, or bitter. Moreover, he had never known quite a needier cunt than hers – it almost seemed to pull him inward, clenching around his mouth, his nose, and begging for stimulation.

However, Rusty did not have the time to scrutinize these discrepancies. Anuv’s legs so fully wrapped his face that his oxygen began to dwindle. His once flailing arms were reduced to mere quivers; his legs became spastic, his erect cock throbbing desperately against Anuv’s backside.

“You like that?” Anuv mocked. “Do you like the taste of your mistress? Do you love it?”

Cass snickered, said: “Of course he does. Look how he’s humping at you! He’s just begging for more.”

“Oh?” Anuv then snuck her paw backward, gently traced her finger along Rusty’s quivering length. Rusty had not noticed it until now, but he was staggeringly erect; a torrent of precum leaked from his glans, clinging to Anuv’s fur. A strand of slimy lust remained pinched between her claws, lifted from Rusty’s engorged cock.

“Oh, he’s wet,” Anuv cooed. “Positively delectable, too. Cass, would you like to try it?”

Cass laughed. “Of course I do. Let me taste our prey, hm?”

And like a serpent, Cass’s tongue flicked beyond her lips, wrapped itself handily around Anuv’s outstretched finger. A delighted hum then escaped her as she lapped up every last bit of Rusty’s precum, savoring its bitterness, the way it tumbled down her throat like a long-gone lover.

“Awwwww. He tastes wonderful,” Cass hissed. “So excitable, too. Even from here, I can see him throbbing.”

Anuv smiled. “I know, right? Such a weak boy. He’s perfect for us.”

Through strained ears, Rusty listened intently to his tormentors' bickering. Just barely, he could feel blush rise to his cheeks. Against his will, two women were inspecting his body, commenting on each and every little part of him – what was once a source of manly pride was rendered frail, and feminine. Every aspect of himself which he had hitherto protected – his pride, his independence – were suddenly, and violently, stripped.

Anuv’s gyrations intensified, her hips digging deeply into Rusty’s prone face. Much to Rusty’s surprise, the vixen’s pussy gaped quite easily – his nose, his tongue, his writhing lips, all danced against it, then slowly edged themselves inside.

Rusty, of course, had never quite wondered what a vixen’s insides tasted like… until now. The musk which emanated from her spade was most intense here; nutty, earthy, and hypnotizing. The fresh air which he once prized was thus instantly seized, replaced with the dense, lustful fumes of his newfound mistress.

“He’s inside me now,” Anuv cooed. “And god, he just won’t stop squirming. I – hng! – love the way he works his tongue against me. I swear, he lapped every little bit of lust off of my rim.”

Cass giggled, planted a quick kiss on Rusty’s hand. “Aww… honey, you’re doing so well!” she cooed. “Just keep lapping at her pussy, honey. I know it’s hard to breathe, but… believe me, it’s worth it.”

Rusty squirmed under Anuv’s weight. He could no longer resist in any meaningful capacity – his face had been forcibly inserted inside of Anuv’s cunt. He struggled to even open his lips, his lolling tongue lapping uselessly at Anuv’s gummy insides. Slowly, surely, Rusty’s air then began to run thin. His arms grew limp. His legs, too, ceased their kicking. For just a moment, Rusty teetered on the brink of consciousness – and he wondered there if he’d truly die, smothered between the thighs of a fat, dominant vixen.

Fortunately for Rusty, he did not die. Just as he began to fade, he felt Anuv lift herself from her newfound throne, releasing the human’s face from her groin. Deep, cold gulps of air then traveled down Rusty’s throat as he hacked up globs of lust and spittle.

“F–fuck,” he breathed. “I… I thought I was going to die.”

Anuv smirked. She said, “Oh honey, no… we would never kill you. It would ruin your surprise.”

Surprise?

“You… have a surprise… for me?” Rusty echoed, then coughed some more. “What, aside from molesting me?”

Anuv gave a devilish grin. “We do,” she announced. “And I think you’re really going to love it.” A pause, and then: “Cass, would you mind removing the blindfold? I’m a little indisposed.”

“Of course,” Cass replied. She then released Rusty’s wrists, and instead began fiddling with the blindfold wrapped around his head. The fabric then fell free, drooping onto the covers. Light singed Rusty’s eyes.

As Rusty’s vision adjusted, however, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Before him laid not a spade, but a drooling, thick-rimmed pucker. Its periphery twitched hungrily as Rusty began to panic, squirming under Anuv’s gargantuan figure; however, he couldn’t budge himself an inch.

“What?” Anuv asked. A smirk rose to her maw. “Oh, did you actually think you were eating my pussy? Honey…”

Cass couldn’t help but snicker. Her paws rose to her maw, half-heartedly hiding the manic grin bubbling from within. “Oh, look how betrayed he looks!” she cooed. “It’s positively adorable. Hahaha!”

And she was right – in some sense, Rusty did feel disgusted. And yet… he somehow remained allured to Anuv’s body. Almost as if a supernatural force were stringing him along, he yearned to delve once more into that vixen’s pucker. The bedroom air was no longer a reprieve; it was simply an ill substitute for what he craved the most – his mistress’s musk.

Rusty’s lips sputtered. He found himself covering his face in embarrassment, letting out a pathetic whimper.

What are you doing? Rusty thought. You’re supposed to be a man, not some quivering plaything! Fight back!

Anuv then glanced over her shoulder, noticed Rusty’s reddening cheeks, and teased: “Oh, what is it, pet? Don’t tell me you’re getting bashful now.”

“I–I’m not fucking bashful!” Rusty exclaimed. His voice was fatigued, feeble, as he struggled to breathe under Anuv’s overwhelming weight. “I just…” He could feel his tongue salivating. “I can’t believe I… I ate your ass…”

Before this night, Rusty had never pleasured a pucker so readily. But knowing now how wonderful it tasted, he found himself chomping at the bit for the next opportunity. Anuv’s fat silver ass glistened by the lamplight; a fluffy foxy tail swished playfully above, nearly grazing the top of Rusty’s head. Anuv’s fur darkened around her entrance, culminating in a needy, pitch-black pucker. Its entrance gaped, glistening, ready to be stimulated.

“What do you want to do now?” Anuv teased, and wagged her ass in Rusty’s face. “Do you want to taste me again? Hm? Is that what you want?”

Rusty shook his head, attempting to salvage his dignity. “N–no,” he croaked, clearly lying.

“Oh? Then… would you like to fuck me?” Anuv asked. “I’ve been positively clamoring for a good breeding recently. And I think you’d do nicely, hm?” She licked her lips, throwing her hair over her shoulder. “What do you say? Would you want that?”

Rusty could feel his defenses lowering. That lustful look in Anuv’s eyes – somehow, he felt enchanted by it. The once-proud human was slowly being rendered a tool, a toy, for his mistresses. And yet, he didn’t want to give in quite yet – he couldn’t.

“M–make me,” he sputtered. “You want me? Then fucking take me.”

For just a moment, Anuv frowned. “Fine. You want it rough?” she asked. “Then I’ll oblige. But don’t expect me to stop when you beg for it.”

And then, as if she were made of stone, Anuv slowly raised herself from Rusty’s body. She then turned toward Rusty, her mammoth hips swaying, and plopped herself down once more on the human’s stomach.

Once more, Rusty was positively dumbfounded. Nestled between those skull-cracking thighs was a leaking vulpine cock. Throbbing veins crept along its thick length like vines, culminating in a pink spaded tip. A thick glob of precum burgeoned from its glans, dripping onto the human’s chest with a twitch. Two fuzzy, volleyball-sized testicles churned below.

“Y–you have a dick,” Rusty said. “Wow. I had… no clue.”

Anuv smiled. She replied, “Honey, with an ass like mine, you don’t need any other hole.”

“I guess that’s true,” Rusty quipped, and licked his lips. “Now, um, are we gonna…?”

“Oh, you won’t be doing anything,” Anuv replied. “I’ll be the one using you. Cass, would you mind?”

Cass snarled. “Of course,” she said, and once more grasped at Rusty’s wrists. The boy didn’t even try to resist; at this point, he knew it was futile. Each vixen could incapacitate him with a mere finger. It was best to preserve his strength.

Anuv then shifted her weight, teased: “Now… let’s see how long it takes you to cum inside, hm?” A chuckle. “Try to last more than a minute. I have a way of breaking defenseless boys like you.”

The vixen then lifted herself, exposing her needy pucker once more. Somehow, it had seemed to become even larger – coated completely in musky sweat, quivering excitedly as it neared Rusty’s member.

And with a pleasured sigh, Anuv then lowered herself onto Rusty’s erect cock. The boy couldn’t help but writhe as he was engulfed by the vixen’s warmth. Her engorged pucker squeezed along the entirety of Rusty’s length, lubricated by a thick layer of lust. Anuv’s insides further massaged the helpless boy’s glans, greedily devouring the precum which spewed from his reddened tip.

“F–fuck,” Rusty breathed. Instinctually, his arms tugged at Cass’s steadfast grip. “Anuv, you’re so tight.”

Anuv’s tail wagged at the compliment. “I know,” she cooed. “Magic’s made me quite the succubus, hm?” Her wet insides twitched, writhed against Rusty’s engorged shaft. Her voice was sultry as she then continued, “Feel how I grind against you. How I leak onto you… how much I need you inside me.”

Rusty moaned. Like a siren’s call, he felt himself irrevocably drawn toward Anuv. Her voice, her voluptuous breasts, her red-stained lips… it all made him positively ravenous.

All of his life, Rusty had been conditioned to think that he only had worth if a woman laid beneath him. He hadn’t known just how much he yearned to be dominated by a woman; to be taken as hers, and only hers. There was a certain emotional intimacy there – held against his will, taken by her insides, leaking his seed against her musky asshole.

Anuv then began to gyrate her hips against Rusty’s, planting her hands on either side of Rusty’s chest. She groaned, her cock twitching in the stale air, as Rusty’s dick danced against her prostate.

“F–fuck,” Anuv breathed. “You’re making me leak. Most boys can’t reach that far – ah! – inside of me. Good boy.”

Rusty gritted his teeth, tilted his chin back. Like it or not, he was positively clamoring for the opportunity to fill Anuv’s thick-rimmed pucker. That familiar tingling feeling coalesced within his groin; his legs and arms grew uncontrollably tense; his back stiffened and arched, his arms pulling at Cass’s grasp. A pathetic whine fell from his mouth.

“Oh, honey… I think Rusty’s getting close,” Cass cooed. “He’s pulling on me. And look at his face! Positively adorable.”

Anuv’s maw twisted into a predatory grin. “Yeah?” she asked, bouncing quicker on Rusty’s puny frame. “Is that right? Are you gonna cum inside your mistress already?”

Rusty, however, couldn’t respond. Only a moan sang from those flailing lips as his pleasure came to a head. His groin bucked, his breaths quickened, and his legs locked as he then thrust himself deeply inside the vixen’s tight pucker. Its rim closed tightly around him, savoring each pump of his needy cock.

Anuv smiled. Subtly, she could feel the effusive warmth of Rusty’s cum, the excited throb of his glans, the contractions of his testicles buried deep beneath her ass.

“Fuck,” Rusty groaned, emptying the last of himself inside. “Anuv, I… I couldn’t hold back. I’m sorry.”

It was at this point that Rusty realized he’d fully abandoned any semblance of bravado. He did not belong to himself anymore; he belonged to Anuv.

“Oh, honey…” Anuv cooed. “You don’t have to apologize. I’m just so grateful you would give yourself to me.” She then smiled, clicked her tongue. “Now… are you ready for your surprise?”

“S–surprise? Another one?” Rusty sputtered. “Um, sure…. I guess.”

Anuv grunted, then promptly lifted herself from Rusty’s groin. Her pucker loosened, allowing Rusty’s cock to gently pop outward. Much to Rusty’s surprise, a newfound knot burgeoned from his base, a throbbing spaded tip lolling uselessly where his glans used to be. A thick trail of cum drooled onto a patch of vulpine fur on his groin; hell, even his testicles were now covered in thick, reddish fur.

“F–fuck,” Rusty breathed. “My… it’s…”

“That’s right,” Anuv teased. “And by tonight’s end, it won’t just be your lower half.”

Rusty couldn’t believe his eyes. “I have a knot,” he echoed. “Are you turning me into–”

“Enough questions,” Cass interrupted. “Now move over, Anuv. You’ve hogged the boy for long enough, hm? Let me get some action in.”

Anuv rolled her eyes. “But I just got around to having some fun,” she pouted.

“Soon enough, we’ll have all the fun we want,” Cass snapped, and licked her lips. “I am just clamoring for the opportunity to use this boy. Swap positions with me. Now.”

And so the vixens switched, the bed creaking once more as the gargantuan gray vixen mounted its side. Just as Anuv had done before, Cass hovered her pucker above Rusty’s nose, taunting him.

“There we are,” Cass breathed, and settled into position. Her tail wagged happily above Rusty’s head. She asked, “What do you think? Is my pucker big enough for you?”

And like a trained dog, Rusty found himself salivating at the sight of Cass’s asshole. Just like Anuv’s, Cass’s dark, wrinkled rim glistened with lust. As if flaunting itself, it puckered and released itself in front of Rusty’s face. Moist heat emanated from its interior. Truthfully, Rusty was intimidated by its sheer size.

Rusty swallowed, said: “I take it you’re going to sit on my face?”

Cass grinned. “Of course,” she said. “You’re learning quickly. What a good boy!” The huge vixen then smacked her lips, added: “I just got so worked up watching Anuv ride your face… it made my ass drool with musk. Lap it all up for me, hm?”

“I–I’ll try.”

Cass smiled, content with Rusty’s obedience. She said, “I don’t even think we need to hold you down anymore.” A giggle. “Frankly, you’re far too weak to resist anyways.”

The vixen then slowly lowered herself onto Rusty’s face, centering her pucker on his mouth. And just as before, Rusty was struck with the undeniable, sticky musk of Cass’s ass. It was quite a bit sweeter than Anuv’s; earthy, muddy, almost aggressively floral. Her pucker met Rusty’s lips with a slight quiver.

“You like what you see?” Cass teased. “I’m a bit bigger than Anuv back there. Hopefully you don’t mind.”

And indeed she was. Her pucker was larger, thicker, and almost completely enveloped Rusty’s face. His nose sank entirely inside her entrance, pushing against her contracting insides, enveloped by the scent of her gummy, sickly sweet lust.

Rusty didn’t bother resisting this time. No more snide remarks, no more false confidence. Somehow, some way, he felt himself irresistibly drawn to Cass. An uncanny warmth bloomed within his groin, his chest, spreading all the way to his face.

“There we go,” Cass muttered, grinding her pucker on Rusty’s vulnerable frame. “Just a little more, hm? Really get inside. I want to feel your love, darling.”

Rusty obeyed without question. Slowly, surely, he worked himself into a frenzy. Deeper, deeper, he thrust his tongue, lapping hungrily along Cass’s inner walls. The taste of her pucker only grew more pungent, even sweeter, as he traveled deeper.

Fuck, Rusty couldn’t breathe. Only the harsh fumes of Cass’s ass fumigated his nostrils; but he didn’t care. Until his last breath, he wanted only for Cass’s musk. He wanted that scent permanently etched into him; even as his arms fell limp, and his breaths slowed, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about anything but Cass.

“Woah, woah!” Cass called. “Don’t pass out down there, Rusty. We can’t be losing you so quickly.”

Casually, Cass then lifted herself from Rusty’s face. Cold, fresh air electrified Rusty’s hazy consciousness. Slowly, his vision began to coalesce – and yet, things looked… different now.

Where his nose once sat, there was now a lengthy vulpine snout. Panicked, Rusty ran his uncoordinated hands over his face, his neck, his head. Matted fur covered every inch, slick with Cass’s lust, and yet undeniably foxy.

“Wh–what happened to me?” Rusty croaked, and coughed. A long, clumsy tongue fell from his maw, spilling out over his chest. “You… transformed me?”

Cass chuckled. “Of course!” she chirped. “It takes a fox to serve a fox, you know.”

Rusty blinked, still catching his breath. Somehow, he didn’t feel too worried about the prospect of his transformation; hell, serving Cass didn’t seem too bad, either.

An unnatural, soothing warmth now filled him from head-to-toe; fur sprouted between his toes, his fingers, along every bump and groove. And more than that, he felt happy. Happier than he’d ever felt before.

“If I serve you… if I eat your pucker whenever you’d like… will I continue to feel like this?” Rusty asked. “Can I really be a fox, like you?”

Cass gave a devilish grin. “Oh honey… you won’t just be a fox,” she said.

“You’ll be a vixen.”