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San’s heart drummed excitedly within his chest as he arrived in front of the old estate. At a glance, the old manor appeared to be deserted, left unlived yet maintained just enough to keep the display of historical architecture from visibly deteriorating.

But the boar knew better. He had heard about some of the rumors that went on within that place, and more importantly, the deeds that were performed by the enigmatic proprietor that called the building home. He knew that dealing with the fae was never recommended, that every conversation he found discussing this particular fox’s habits came with a warning that he always took far more than you’d expect. But that didn’t matter to the eager boar, not when just thinking about what the fox could offer had his small pig dick throbbing in protest against the chastity cage he wore at all times underneath his pants.

Besides, he wasn’t like the other partners the kitsune had gotten his claws on, the ones whose fates had become the basis of his latest fantasies. They were weak willed and eager, no doubt happy to throw everything they could away for the pleasure the vulpine offered. He, meanwhile, was a stubborn boar — being obstinate was in his nature! Even if the fox weaseled his way into getting more than the suid initially intended, he was sure the concession wouldn’t be more than he was comfortable with. After all, even if it was, he knew he could void the agreement, and the only thing he’d lose would be what he had gained from his sylvan benefactor.

There still was a hint of nervousness in the back of San’s mind, however, growing as he approached the gate which marked the border of the fox’s territory. It didn’t help when the metal entrance parted on its own accord just as his fingers were about to touch it.

“Well, I take it that means I’m welcomed,” the boar commented with a grinning smirk, pushing aside his anxiety as he continued on the long path through the garden towards the manor itself. But, no sooner had he stepped past the gate than it slammed shut directly behind him!

“Rude! You know, just because you have magic doesn’t excuse bad manners” He scoffed after giving a surprised jump from the noise the old gate made as it came to a crashing rest, before continuing his walk towards the large building’s door. “Although I suppose I should be thankful you’re not kicking me out for not having an appointment...”

The front door opened on its own as well, this time revealing a flickering blue flame hovering in mid air, waiting for him on the other side — a will-o-wisp. The suid stood still for a moment, half expecting the flame to chase him out. But, instead, the silently burning magical flame bobbed almost welcomingly on the air currents, as if inviting him further into its Master’s residence.

“Isn’t it a bit on the nose to use a wisp as a tour guide..? They’re known for leading travelers off the road and to their doom, aren’t they?” San replied with another teasing snicker, accepting the invitation by stepping past the doorway and into the hall beyond.

He could tell almost immediately that something had changed the moment he stepped past the precipice. He had no real talent or sense for magic himself, but the hairs on the back of his neck still fluffed in primal fear at the eldritch power suffusing everything around him. The air was cool, unlike the afternoon warmth he had just stepped out from, yet he couldn’t see or hear any signs that the old building had been renovated with climate controls. It was also far darker than it should have been for the middle of day, the light of the outside world didn’t seem to penetrate the mysterious mansion, leaving only the blue hue radiating from the living flame’s body to illuminate the path. It was like he had stepped into an entirely different place, or even an entirely foreign world, from where he was outside... and the most unsettling part was the fact he couldn’t be sure that he hadn’t. It was certainly within the realms of possibility for such magical creatures that spent centuries accumulating power and knowledge like the Lord’s manor had.

There was no use worrying about it now. He was in too deep to back out now. He had the path that was being laid out before him, and he was sure that straying from it would end poorly for him. Whether that be from whatever frightening creatures the fox might have in his employ elsewhere in his dwelling, or because the vulpine might take such uninvited touring as a trespass and revoke the boon the boar desired to attain!

“So, what are you... Like his silent butler? I thought magical lordships were meant to have some strikingly tall, well mannered, dignified types as their second hands that attended to all their needs?” San tried to strike up a conversation with the flame leading him forward.

He didn’t earn even a crackle of a smoldering ember in reply. The will-o-wisp merely continued forward, bobbing along on the air currents as silent as a ghost. The only reaction he drew from his guide was whenever he paused, the flame hovering in place as it waited for him to move so it could keep about a meters distance from its charge at all times. Meanwhile, old, victorian style gas lamps lit themselves ahead of him, their flames burning the same supernatural blue hue as his guide, before snuffing themselves out again in their wake, creating a moving pocket of light for his use as he was shepherded to one door in particular.

“Is this where the Lord of the manor has decided to greet me? Huh, didn’t have the courtesy to greet his guest in the main hall? Well, I guess I did arrive without an appointment. Well, thanks for all your help, Sputter~” The boar shot the flame one last comment as it fluttered off to the side of the door. It waited for him to make his way through before, well, true to the nickname he gave it, it sputtered out of existence like a candle that had reached the end of its wic.

The room appeared to be a study, or so the boar presumed thanks to the large collection of old books and tomes lining the giant shelves along the walls. He paid the assortment of texts, no doubt both mundane and magical, no mind. Instead, his blue eyes focused on what was waiting for him at the center. A small table, fit for the use of only a few at a time, although there was only one chair placed on the fair side of the table from him. A chair that was currently in use, its tall vulpine occupant leaning forward to rest his head on a hand, whilst the creature’s glinting, azure eyes observed him with casual curiosity.

San’s eyes briefly flicked down despite himself, following the athletic figure’s bare body to try and spy the assets the fox was rather infamous for, but such a quick peep was thwarted by the table between them. Fortunately, his imagination, and the ‘research material’ he had unearthed earlier were more than enough to fill in what his eyes could not. What didn’t escape his notice because of the table, however, were the set of five, fluffy vulpine tails which snaked out in all directions behind the sylvan lord’s back, mirroring the idle temperament the creature’s gaze displayed with their idle flicks.

“Straight to the point, not even an introduction?” The vulpine chuckled with a knowing grin stretched across his black lips as he followed the boar’s gaze. “If that was all you were after, there are apps for that in the modern day. One need no longer waltz into a Lord’s property and try to have dalliances with them away from fair society’s prying eyes~”

The tease brought the boar’s sight back to the vulpine’s face. It also roused his stubborn nature, as he dismissed the barb with a scoff and straightened his stance to make clear he wouldn’t be so easily dismissed. “Of course I came here for more than that, but I probably wouldn’t say no to getting to sample the goods myself~ No. I want to make a bargain, or I suppose you could say... tribute.”

“Tribute you say~? Well, there’s only two means of payment I accept, but I’m sure you’re aware of that if you’ve done your digging to come to me with a request. I’m still waiting for that name, however.” The kitsune retorted with a wide, crooked grin, leaning forward to bring his impish expression closer to bare against his guest.

“Ah, right. The name’s San, and I know you’re the infamous Amor. Yes, I know the types of tribute you take. First off, I’m not interested in having kids,” the boar cut off that line of payment immediately, letting his statement linger for a second as he drifted towards the other price... The one that he did come here to offer up in return for his desires.

He had planned for this moment, a bold declaration he was going to demand the fox take complete with a vivid image of how he pictured the affair to go. But, now that he was here, he needed a brief second to gather his composure before his hands finally yanked down his pants to expose his modest spheres, and more importantly, his cage-bound dick starting to protest vividly against its prison before the fox’s keen gaze. “I want you to make me a cuntboy, and I offer the virility you’ll take from me as my payment for the deed!”

The kitsune sitting across from him didn’t react, holding his bemused stare for a second longer than was comfortable, before finally cutting through the tension his silence made with another teasing murmur. “Not much of a payment, is it~?”

“W- Well it won’t be that much work to get rid of, so it balances out, right?” San replied with a sheepish grin as he tried his best to maintain the advantage in their negotiations. He held the method of payment, after all — and if the fox let him come this far, that must mean he was already interested! So what if he was arguing for a bargain bin level discount on a magical service that took years worth of his salary normally!?

“I’m afraid you’ll have to sweeten the deal, ‘little’ man,” the fox chuckled indifferently towards the suid’s confidence. It didn’t take much to guess just what the kitsune had in mind, considering how he leaned back, shifting his chair away from the table he had been perched against to leave plenty of room for some lucky boy to settle in between his knees and ‘attend’ to the sylvan Lord’s desire.

In this case, that lucky boy was clearly meant to be him, considering there wasn’t anyone else around. San tried to keep his interest in the counteroffer from being too obvious, even if eyes made no secret of how their hungry gaze admired the vulpine’s fat sheath, or the heavier white spheres that draped against the kitsune’s thighs. If that didn’t give him away, the nervous swallow the swine gave as he recalled the images and descriptions he had found from the fox’s other conquests, detailing just what the man’s masculinity looked and felt like, certainly would have. He had to wonder, however briefly, if he could handle that monster. But such hesitation couldn’t overcome the interest he had in giving it a try~

“I can blow you, then,” the chastity-wearing boar replied as he finally wrenched his stare away from the fox’s crotch and back to the other male’s gaze. “No funny tricks, though. I get you off, you take my masculinity, and you give me a proper cunt in its place, agreed?”

“Hmm... One small addendum,” the fox added with a crooked smile, turning his attention back to his hefty male assets by running a finger across the length of his swelling sheath. “If you want the change to stick, you’re going to have to swallow it all, and not let a single drop go to waste~ Think you can manage that, my little self-invited guest~?”

“Pfft. Treat me right and I’ll give you my number. Then I’ll be more than your guest~” San replied with a cocky grin before finishing disrobing himself. Off went his shirt, then his shoes as they were kicked into the pile it made with his pants, leaving the suid wearing nothing but the metal cage trapping his protesting arousal.

He dove straight into the task the fox had given him, not shying away at all as his hands came to rest against the kitsune’s muscular thighs before settling onto the man’s knees. He was just as bold with his snout as he was with his approach, pressing his sensitive nostrils flush against the magical fox’s balls, flooding his keen snout with the scent of potent masculinity with audible snort, making his bound dick vividly strain against its prison.

San was going to enjoy giving this ‘payment’, or so he thought at least with an eager smile on his lips. His snout brushed its way along those rotund spheres, before coming to rest his chin against the productive cum factories. His lips pressed against the fox’s bloated sheath, moving on to encouraging the flesh within to rouse with a long, savoring lick along the soft shaft’s length. He repeated the gesture again, and again, each time drawing a telling twitch in response to his tongue’s motions, especially as one of his steadying hands reached up to begin kneading around the large pouch as well.

His efforts bore a vivid, musky fruit to bear. A visible throb pulsed through the fox’s sheath, culminating in the appearance of the kitsune’s tapered, dripping cock head at last escaping its fluffy den. The boar licked his lips as he eyed the twitching meat, glistening in the mystical light of the fox’s study thanks to the watery pre prodigiously spilling from its peak with every pulse. He doubted the fox meant his precum in regards to the deal’s stipulation, but that wasn’t any excuse to be careless, was it~? Besides, he was curious just how the stud he had heard so much about tasted.

So, the boar starred up into the more brilliant blue hue of his potential benefactor, giving him one last display of his cocky smile, before finally running his tongue along that warm, slick meat. Soon thereafter followed by his lips wrapping gingerly around the first few inches of budding dick — keeping the rolling muscle rippling along the lurid flesh the entire time.

“Straight to the ‘point,’ huh~? Well, I suppose I can reward you for your initiative~” Amor rumbled in retort with a devious grin. Before San could protest against whatever nefarious plot the fae fox was about to enact, the kitsune brushed a finger along the base of one of the boar’s ears and sent a peculiar tickling sensation creeping along the back of his head.

Before he could pull his lips free from the living spigot to ask just what he had done, he felt the spell placed upon him spread down his spine, before finally sinking its shiver-inducing hold on his unwanted masculinity. San’s eyes went wide as he realized that the fox was getting started on their deal already. His small junk spasmed once again, sending another aching jolt running through his crotch in time to a descending gulp he gave on the vulpine’s dick. The flash of excitement soon joined by a foreign pleasure that blossomed deep within his taint as he continued to labored over the fox’s dick.

The boar grumbled silently, quickly realizing that the fox had tied his spell to the pleasure he was delivering. Of course, it merely served to encourage the suid to work harder, giving a firm squeeze against the vulpine’s thighs as he greedily slurped along the throbbing cock swelling against his tongue. His lips rolled along the thick prick, leaving the red flesh glistening in a combination of his spit and the male’s excitement before he crammed his maw against the fox’s sheath in a lurid ‘kiss’ at the end of every bob. Each time he did so, the magic settling onto his crotch rewarded him with another surge of pleasure, causing his small prick to twitch in tandem with the vulpine’s own. Except whilst the fox’s shaft grew farther across his tongue until its tapered tip began to drip and drool its fecund brew against the start of the pig’s throat, his own began to strain less against the cage which held it prisoner as it grew shrunk within the increasingly oversized chastity toy.

While he worked — keeping his unflinching stare focused on the fox as if he was playing a rather one sided game of chicken — that second, deeper sensation which was growing beneath his skin was becoming more palpable. A demanding ‘itch’ had taken root with it, making San’s toes clench against his rump as a newfound yearning made itself known. At the same time, his body started to feel hotter, his heart began to pound as new instincts etched themselves into his mind. Every jounce over the fox’s cock made the taste of the dick against his tongue, and the ambrosia he was greedily swallowing down, all the more delectable — to say nothing of the fascination his nose was developing for the lovely, masculine, and most importantly virile scent of his lover.

The cocky expression he had worn since he first arrived at the fox’s property had begun to slip, if for no other reason than his desires were becoming too strong for him to keep his hedonistic predilections under control. His ears began to lay against the back of his scalp whilst his thin tail wagged excitedly against his back. More and more, every crash of his nose into the vulpine’s crotch, and every smothering slurp of his fat, jaw stuffing dick, was done not for the honoring of their deal (however spurious it might have been), but instead were performed purely for his own arousal. So much so that, as the fat canid prick wedged itself squarely against his gullet, momentarily keeping his lips from kissing that sheath, the boar charged blindly forward — gulping a good inch of throat bulging cock down without a hint of bashfulness.

By now, the cage that had held his once mediocre, now utterly diminutive, shaft tightly in place was barely hanging on to his madly twitching chapstick-sized rod, precariously wobbling by the metal ring which had once snugly fit into place around the base of his humanoid rod and scrotum. Every shiver of his shrinking groin, and every hedonistic minded grind of his hips forward as he serviced the fox, teased his loins with the prospect of freedom from their long companion at last, especially as his weakening rod began to droop underneath the weight of the cage hanging onto it.

Despite how long San had fantasized about the moment when his pathetic girth would finally be replaced with a more receptive sex that he desired, the boar barely cared at all about what was going on between his legs in the heat of the moment. Instead, his attention was almost utterly consumed by a new desire, or more accurately, an urge to ameliorate the ever growing need which burned in his loins. His throat stretched around inches of fat, vulpine dick at a time, deep throating himself on the fae fox’s cock with soft, half-suppressed gags joining the song of his depravity with every lurid ‘gllrk’! Any thoughts of their deal had almost entirely escaped his mind as it fell into a foggy haze, leaving his once defiant face now looking up at the vulpine with an unfocused, listless stare.

Until, after several thoughtless bobs swallowing more and more of the vulpine’s dick, the boar finally found his maw kissing against the fat, half-swollen glands of the fox’s knot! By then, San’s mind was operating more off of instinct than reason, his shaft hovering at a mere fraction of an inch in length. But his long years of experience servicing studs allowed him to act on reflex as soon as his lips pursed around the twitching lobes without need to rouse his mind from its lustful stupor.

His hands slipped forward, one set of soft digits curling around the twitching lobes, whilst the other gave a kneading, encouraging squeeze to the impressive testes now cradled against his chin. His lips wrapped themselves against the side of the knot, lovingly mouthing against their wide berth in a hopeless effort to accommodate their mass. All whilst his throat gulped and swallowed, trying to milk that rod dry from impulse, and his blue eyes gave a begging stare towards the stud for his well-earned reward.

The boar’s boon would be delivered with a palpable throb a few seconds later, racing up from the spheres he was fondling before traveling along the kitsune’s girth across the swine’s tongue. He immediately crammed his lips as tightly as he could against that knot in response, rejoicing in the sensation of the pulse of seed twitching against the walls of his throat, before finally ending in a surge of warm, viscous cream that splattered against his gullet. He immediately swallowed, helping to shepherd each rope of precious sylvan ambrosia towards his stomach. Each generous donation the fox’s virility offered to him was swiftly stolen away with a whimpering gulp, or a gagged and muffled whimper over the deepthroated dick. San closed his eyes, his ears burning visibly with an excited flush as he basked in the sensation of the overwhelming virility coursing across his maw and throat — as well as the pleasurable anticipation growing within his transforming crotch as it reached a fever pitch.

It was not his better senses, or the kitsune’s teasing growls which snapped him from his blind hedonism, but instead the clatter of metal falling upon wood between his legs. His chastity cage, his crotch’s frequent companion, finally had nothing left to hang onto as the last vestige of his below average masculinity had shriveled away into a perky clit crowning his new, feminine sex. His eyes reopened, a hint of focus returning to his befuddled mind as he remembered the deal he had made! His struggling gulps redoubled in effort, determined not to invalidate the fox’s contract by spilling a drop. He was thankful that the kitsune had decided to sink into his throat, too, considering the sheer quantity of cum which poured forth from those supernaturally potent nuts would have been next to impossible to swallow without waste otherwise.

Even as he dutifully worked to pleasure and imbibe the kitsune’s seed as their deal stipulated, the boar’s hand that had been squeezing around the fox’s knot slipped away to indulge the suid’s curiosity about his new goods. His fingers brushed down against his own smooth belly, before eventually applying themselves to his new sex which awaited exploration.

There was no trace of his masculinity left. His spheres had long since disappeared, or depending upon how the vulpine’s magic worked, repurposed into the set of ovaries that were now screaming for relief by flooding his body with hormones. His small cock had likewise vanished, shriveled away to leave only the pleasurable nub of his clitoris crowning the top of his new sex — a set of damp, swollen lips trapped in the depths of heat!

A grumble welled in the back of San’s throat, sending a vibration running along the fox’s cock as it remained lodged in his gullet — despite his request to not be left with the vulpine’s brats, he of course went ahead and kept the hormonal cycles intact anyway! The boar might have considered giving the fox the benefit of the doubt, that he was only being professionally thorough, but the cocky smirk the kitsune gave in response to the boar’s visible realization dispelled him of that naive notion.

Despite his misgivings, he did appreciate how hot and inviting his new sex felt against his exploring digits. His fingertips traced along his sensitive labia, bringing another muffled moan from his throat that was silenced against the fox’s dick from the novel, oh so tantalizing pleasure that a simple touch evoked! He couldn’t help but explore deeper, plunging his fingers eagerly into his yearning depths to bring forth another whimper, then another, as he discovered one particularly pleasurable nerve after another.

He followed the path those roads of pleasure laid out for him, sinking his fingers knuckles deep into his new cock holster, curling them up behind his clit. Until, finally, he squeezed against the bounty of pleasure he sought at the end of that journey, pressing against his g-spot and bringing forth a powerful, feminine climax that rushed forth from his groin! Drops of excitement seeped from his wet snatch while his labia spasmed around his fingers, trickling down over his hand as he ground his crotch against it.

At the same time, the vulpine lord whose cock he was hungrily gulping down like a man dying of thirst finally pulled back, dragging the broad shaft stuffed down his throat free even as the last few spasms of jizz coursed through the fat rod. At first he thought the fox was trying to break the deal, prompting the boar to follow along to try and keep his lips smothered against the man’s knot, and that sputtering head buried in his throat. But, with one of the fox’s hands reaching down to grasp ahold of his head, he was trapped in place. The soon to be ‘spent’ rod unplugged his gullet without him able to pursue, ensuring the last few shots of seed crashed right against his tongue — flooding his maw as his aching, abused throat muscles scrambled to swallow down the offering before it could seep from his lips.

“Ah- You... asshole,” San muttered as soon as he had swallowed the warm, sticky flood. The fox’s tool pried itself free from his lips, leaving strings of seed-thickened spit snapping in its wake — hopefully the fox didn’t count those thin strands falling upon his chin as his task failing.

“I fail to see the problem~ I gave you everything you requested, didn’t I~?” The kitsune murmured, grinning down at the swine struggling to maintain his grumpy stare against the burning need that now smoldered between his hips.

“Bullshit,” the cuntboar replied, still vigorously plunging his fingers into his nethers as he did so. The taste of the kitsune’s cum emblazoned on his tongue made it even harder for him to try and focus, especially when he was so close to the answer to his new need. “I told you that I didn’t want kids, so why am I in heat!?”

“You don’t have to worry about that~ I added a nice little spell to keep you from getting pregnant, no matter how many guys take your new addition for a spin,” the fox shifted the hand that had settled on the boar’s head to give one of his adorable ears a fond, patronizing scratch as he murmured his answer.

The scratch was just a pretense to grasp ahold of the boar by the back of his head, although the way he subtly pressed himself into the light scratch was certainly entertaining to the fox in its own right. If San thought that thinking straight just being near the fox was a struggle before, it became an impossibility once the male pulled him forward and used his face as a rag for his idly twitching prick. Wads of spit and seed loaded with the virile vulpine’s scent smeared itself over his fur, blinding his keen nose to anything that wasn’t his patron’s tantalizing aroma.

“Nnff- You... fuck...” A powerful pant rolled from the boar, leaving his cum-laced tongue lolling from his maw as his lungs greedily sucked down the pheromones that advertised the stud’s suitability to fix his current issue. “You- You better take care of this need you’ve given me, then!”

“Oh~? That sounds like a second deal to me, my little guest,” Amor teasingly replied. His hips only made the matter worse by continuing to grind forward, cleaning his shaft of the throatslop left clinging to its surface with the suid’s face — marking it with matted splotches of masculine scent as he did so.

“Nff, no, that’s..! Fuck, god damnit fine. Take what you want just deal with this would you!?” He carelessly barked in reply while struggling to keep his thighs from clamping around his madly clam diving fingers.

“Take what I want~? Are you sure about that?” The kitsune teased back with a wide, crooked smile, and an almost malevolent glint to his eye. Not that San saw either warning sign, his vision was glued to the large vulpine cock starting to stir with idle twitches despite how recently it had just plundered the smaller male’s throat.

“Yes!” He shouted back with an impatient growl. Anything would be better than the current situation he found himself in! If he was left like this for any longer, he swore he would have gone mad! Whatever boon the fox demanded would be a small price to pay to break this unnaturally strong heat, and if for some reason it wasn’t, then he could still just back out of the deal!

The fox quickly proved that the boar had made a mistake. His eyes went wide in surprise as he felt a sudden tug around his neck, and the bite of a leather collar digging into his throat. He didn’t catch how the kitsune had slipped it on him, or if he had instead conjured it directly in place. At the same time, the act brought an almost excited flutter to his chest, renewing the excited wag of his thin tail as he was hoisted up from his knees by the attached leash. Only to then be casually tossed onto the table the fox had previously been sitting at — leaving his now dripping wet cunt fully exposed to the male sliding in behind him.

San thought to speak, to marshall his willpower to try and wrangle himself out of the situation that he had put himself in. But his body, and especially his mouth, refused to follow the lead of his rapidly vanishing restraint. Instead, he found himself moving without thinking, answering the call of his newfound need by spreading his legs to expose his sopping wet cunt to the fox’s cock as it drew near.

“Break me in, stud!” The words fell from his lips easier than he expected, pouring out with an excited moan as he braced himself against the library table. The tuft at the end of his tail flicked against the fox’s cheek as he kept it lifted up high and out of the way, while most of his attention was put to use grinding his warm, puffy lips against the vulpine’s crotch. His head, meanwhile, turned to look back over his shoulder towards the rugged kitsune, joining his desperate physical pleading with a cock hungry gaze towards his new owner.

“Still just as eager and as brash as you were before, eh~? Well, I suppose it's not like your confidence came from that small dick of yours, so it's no wonder you’re just as much of a bratt.” Amor retorted with a dull rumble and a ravenous lick of his chops as he eyed the helpless swine beneath him. The hand that held the boar’s new leash kept the strap curled around it, keeping the line held taut so that the collar remained pressed against his throat, reminding his toy of his new position, whilst his other hand pinned the smaller male in place so he couldn’t escape — or more likely, kept him from trying to jump his cock immediately.

“I suppose you’ll need plenty of training before you’ll be ready to attend to my guests~ But, fortunately for us both...” The fox continued with a teasing snarl as his hips ground forward, rubbing his considerable inches along the suid’s abdomen, teasing the swine’s excited folds with his shaft without answering their beckoning invitation. Instead, he made sure the warmth and touch of his shaft ran along the boar’s labia with every rolling press, as well as allowing the suid’s estrus consumed mind to feel how thick, and how long, that throbbing red slab was against his achingly empty abdomen. “I happen to enjoy disciplining my new toys~ Especially ones whose cunts are as hot and eager as a... well... a sow in heat~”

“C- C’mon! Stop playing around! You’re a- you’re a busy fox I’m sure! So just fill me already!” San pleaded with a whimper, trying his best to squirm his hips to intercept the shaft’s teasing brush across his body despite the pinning hold trapping him in place.

“If a toy wants a treat, he’s going to have to ask a lot sweeter than that~” Amor growled back with a playful rumble. His teasing only grew worse, pressing the hand that was holding the leash against his back to take over the pin so that the other could be freed to take a hold of the base of his prick. He hoisted the tapered tip to lightly rub along San’s sensitive virgin entrance — dousing it in the rivulets of pre pouring from its point.

“But- Huff...” The boar whined as his lust fogged mind struggled to think its way around the fox’s stipulation. Try as he might, nothing came to mind besides doing exactly what the stud had demanded. He grit his teeth in protest, desperately trying to hold onto his pride and whatever fleeting control over the situation he foolishly believed he still possessed. Before, with a heat anguished cry, the cuntboar pressed his warmth radiating sex against the side of the vulpine’s knot and gave an unabashed beg. “Please, I need your dick... Use me as hard as you want... Make me your fuck toy... Master!”

San felt his embarrassment spread across his cheeks and ears as soon as he uttered that word. It was one thing to be carried along by the demanding need of his new body to submit, at least physically, to the fox’s demands of payment, but acknowledging the fox’s ownership by uttering that title from his own lips made the weight of the collar pressing against his throat feel all the more inescapable. Yet, despite the consequences of his act, he found that he didn’t have any regrets. Not when those magical words were all he needed to say to have his owner reward him with what he had been desperately craving since receiving his new sex!

He didn’t have time to brace or prepare for the fox’s response, barely managing a flinch before the fox’s hips slammed forward and sunk his cock deep into the boar’s new hole — deflowering and claiming him in one brutally swift motion. The swine’s vision went white as every nerve in his body shook from the waves of pleasure that were wrung forth from his cunt. His lips hung open in a silent moan, face contorted into an expression of euphoric glee, yet he was unable to marshal the strength from his lungs to put voice to his cries of bliss. Every muscle in his body, from his uselessly squirming limbs, to the slick, pre-glazed walls being stretched around the shaft drilling into his body, spasmed, reflexively milking his owner’s rod whilst his mind waded through the overload of sensation rippling through his core.

Only when Master’s first thrust came to an end with a firm tap of tapered cock against the last barrier to his sterile womb did his wits finally return. His silence was broken by a heated pant as his body finally remembered to breathe, while his eyes rolled back forward underneath a frantic series of blinks, staring towards the kitsune as best he could from his compromised position.

“There you are. I thought I might have broken you with just the first thrust~” Amor teased with a sultry rumble to his words. With his shaft half-lodged into its new pleasure toy, the fox’s hand was freed to join its twin in manhandling the boar’s bent over frame, holding onto one of the cuntboy’s hips to ensure his ass was kept raised for the next thrusts to come.

Even with the fox’s hips holding still, every naive flex of his labia stretched around the half-buried rod sent new rippling waves of pleasure coursing up along his spine. Yet, far from trying to repress those inexperienced squeezes, the suid instead redoubled his attempts to clench his groin over the thick red rod, while his eyes dared the vulpine to do his worst. “I never said to stop, Master.”

“Good answer, pet.” The kitsune’s hand squeezed. His dull claws raked through the boar’s thin fur while his hips pulled back, dragging several inches of his cunt quenched cock free from the new toy’s sex.

Even just the brief moment where his deepest walls weren’t being molded around the vulpine’s cock brought San’s heat to a blazing inferno. His once virgin lips protested against the fox’s retreat, clamping down as hard as they could, succeeding only in causing a lurid wet squelch to ring out as pre and feminine arousal was squeezed between their sexes — the only success the boar could hope for against the kitsune’s overpowering position and strength.

San’s lips twisted, ready to let slip another beg if the fox didn’t follow through with his promise. But, fortunately for him, he was spared such further degradation by another firm thrust from the magical vulpine’s hips, driving that shaft in to kiss his cervix with enough force to send his body rolling forward despite the man’s grip! His moan managed to escape this time, ringing forth with unbridled glee. At least until his jostled movement was brought to a sharp stop by the yank of his collar against his throat, dragging him back into the next clap of the kitsune’s hips before the last wave of pleasure had finished coursing through his flesh.

His fingers clamped around the far edge of the small table he was being fucked over, desperately clinging to whatever measure of stability he could find as his body was bounced between its surface and the man’s cock. His mind wasn’t in any less of a precarious position, reeling from the pleasure his new sex could bring him — at least while it was being ‘tended’ to by his Master’s firm ministrations. But at least his legs knew what to do while he steadily lost a hold of his faculties, bracing themselves against the floor to present as sturdy a target for the fox to ravage as he could. His feet planted on the base of their toes so that he could press into each swing, helping to cram every inch of that dick his tunnel could fit with each go.

“F- Fuck, you feel even bigger than you look, Master,” San’s words slipped straight from his mind to his lips without reservation. The title had started to feel quite natural on his tongue now, almost as natural as the collar which still hung from his neck, or the controlling grip of the man’s hands squeezing against the welts his claws had left on him over their rut.

It still wasn’t enough for the cock hungry boar. Even as he could feel his abdomen bulge against the wooden surface and his walls wrapped taut around his owner’s pride, it still wasn’t enough for him. Not when he compared it to the aching impression that tool had left in his throat while he made out with the fox’s fat knot — an object of lurid desire that he needed to feel stuffed into his cunt to be properly claimed.

Yet his stubborn cervix continued to bar his new Lord’s advancement, halting the point of Amor’s prick before it could wedge itself past the firm walls of muscle. It did not weather the determined, relentless assault of the fox seeking to take what was his without cost, however. With every euphoria stoking thrust, the strength of the gate to his empty womb and ovaries — desperately crying for a relief that could never be fulfilled by his own foolish stipulation — waned, allowing the head of the vulpine dick to breach that slight bit further into the buckling barrier as the steadfast walls dimpled beneath his might.

He knew what was about to happen — the magical moment when the fox’s masculinity would grind forward and claim his new cavern, lay dominion to the deepest, most intimate depths of his new sex. He had imagined it every evening since he had become enthralled by tales of the fox’s exploits, fantasizing about the vulpine’s vivid, throbbing meat plundering the feminine box he had long desired. All while he hammered his ass down on his latest toy, imagining the stretch of rubbery silicone was instead that demanding dick in a hole he could only picture until a few minutes prior. If the fox was left to his own ends, he knew it would come to pass, and yet... San couldn’t help but to stoke his Master on further, to ensure that the kitsune wouldn’t give any quarter when it came time for his sordid wish to come true.

“Ah... Master! Stop- Stop holding back already and- and fuck me.” San cried out, managing to moan a few words between the fox’s table rocking bucks.

“Mmm... Remind me after this to teach you to save that tongue of yours for more productive tasks~” The fox growled as he finally released the leash to wrap his hand around the boar’s other hip, allowing San’s collar to fall away from his throat as the strap fell slack across his back.

Amor’s dull claws raked against the sides of his abdomen as he yanked him back, driving his ass into the pounding swing of rutting hips — framing the impression the shaft made beneath his fur with his digits. San could feel the hold his inner barrier had against that cock slip, especially as the fox’s pace quickened — unabashedly, unreservedly fucking him just like he had asked for! He could feel the kitsune’s glinting blue eyes staring down at him, observing his moaning expression with a satisfied growl, whilst those hips worked him further along the table’s surface despite his desperate attempts to hold fast against the assault.

Until finally, the once resilient walls to his womb could stand against his Master’s desires no more. The next thrust battered his cervix aside, leaving the pried open walls only able to squeeze with what strength they had left as the tapered tool advanced. As the momentum of the penetrating thrust reached its limit, San expected the fox to pull back for the next — but instead the vulpine redoubled his effort, slamming forward to ram the shaft’s point against the back of his womb!

The kitsune’s firm hips stopped just under an inch away from his ass, so close he could feel the fox’s fur tickle against his own. More importantly, as the fox highlighted with a teasing grind forward — punctuated by a domineering rumble from the man’s chest — the hot, twitching glands of the kitsune’s knot had finally tapped against his slick, drooling cunt, even if it required his beckoning uterus to stretch around his Master’s cock head to do so.

Even the fox’s swelling knot smothering his damp pussy couldn’t dampen the hormonal inferno which raged within his belly. Far from satisfying the powerful urge he had developed, his new owner’s cock had only stoked the flame of need higher! His new sex knew what it needed now, compelling him to press into the fox’s possessive grip and conquering loins, sending shivers racing up from his thighs as the back of his legs brushed against the pair of heavy orbs which would normally answer the biological imperative raging within his mind.

“Mmm. My new toy is certainly needy, isn’t he~?” Amor’s words growled from above the nearly delirious suid. Another tease that the fox emphasized by dragging his cock out almost entirely from San’s womb, letting the vacuous ache that was left in the wake of his shaft’s retreat to settle for barely a moment, before slamming back in to clap his knot loudly against the boar’s wet depths!

“Ah~! Only because of this damned heat you’ve given me, Master!”

The kitsune’s knot slammed against the cuntboar’s writhing folds with enough force to silence the next syllable he was struggling to utter with a fresh moan. Small beads of their combined arousal were flung out in the wake of the crashing halt against the suid’s entrance, joining the mess of fluids which trickled from San’s estrus-gripped snatch and soaked into the fur of his inner thighs — or rarely, landed upon the virile wrecking balls which brushed between his spread legs whenever the twitching glands guarding them rammed home.

Between each thrust, between each jolt of momentum ramming through his core and knocking his breath from his lungs, the boar could feel his stuffed lips begin to acquiesce to the newest demand the fox hoisted upon him. Every wet slap found the knot glands sinking in that little bit farther than before, as the new sex accommodated the vulpine’s size faster than the kitsune’s glands flared from his approaching climax.

Despite the novelty of his new sex, and the intensity and size of the cock breaking it in, San had enough experience with his current position to catch the clear signs of a stud’s mounting arousal and impending release even through his blazing heat; the idle rakes of claws against his hips, the subtlety hastening rut which was building towards a lurid crescendo, even the snarling tenor which began to join with the many tailed fox’s growls. The swine’s heart drummed with anticipation, although he could only display his excitement via the pleasure-addled, lolling display his ever moaning maw put on.

“Time to knot test you, toy. I can’t have you serving my guests if you can’t handle a hilting stud, after all~” The kitsune had to throw in one last disparaging tease, flashing a toothy smile down at the euphoric boar unable to glance back through his back arching moans.

Amor pulled his hips back, prying the tapered cock head from the back of San’s uterus, once again teasing the cuntboar’s cervix with the threat of the shaft leaving the cavern it had become so familiar with. But, much like before, it was merely a signal for the prostrated toy to brace himself before the fox’s hips swung back down and rammed his knot into its new holster!

His claws yanked San back into the swing, nearly prying him from his nestled position over the table, as they worked together to sink his knot halfway into the orgasmically writhing box with a loud, wet, squelch~! With but a grind forward, the vulpine might have been able to work his knot in right then and there, but instead the kitsune decided to err on the side of force. His hips rebounded back, prying his glands from the boar’s needy, audibly suckling depths — flicking fecund strands of excitement onto the floor — before roaring back in to clap his knot against those lips in a frantic series of climax chasing thrusts. Each time the landed blow dug his cock that little bit farther in, stretched the suid’s abdomen that millimeter further with its bulge, and sprouted another harvest of pleasure to carry the boar along to further heights of passion and euphoria that he hadn’t known until this point.

In short order, the rapid, jostling thrusts came to an abrupt halt as one buck eventually barged the fox’s fat knot past those pliant lips at last! For a single, blissful moment, San writhed in the other man’s grasp, a moaning whimper breaking from his throat as he felt his body stretch around the last of that magical cock he had yet to accommodate. Every last inch, from the root of the giant tool sprouting from the sheath now grinding against his sex, to the wedging point buried within his contorted womb turned sleeve, now throbbed hotly within him. Every last twitch, every powerful pulse which declared the fox’s potency tickled against his sensitive nerves. The satisfying ache the tool made within him wasn’t enough to bury the inflamed need of his estrus, but the climax it brought as he writhed over the tool was at least the start of a salve against his need.

But, even as the kitsune’s hefty nuts ground against his crotch, twitching on the teetering edge of release, the fox’s hips were still carried along with their momentum, dragging themselves back to line his cock up for another run. To no avail as the mighty throbs coursing through the fox’s knot quickly swelled the bulbous base out further, bloating the glands which now wrapped his g-spot and other sensitive nerves around its obscene girth! His body was yanked back by the attempt, pulled a half-foot off the library table as his desperate grasp against its side nearly slipped. But the boar was in no state to complain, caught between overlapping eruptions of pleasure as his entire reproductive tract was broken in and used by the one who had gifted him with it — even if it was for his own, personal use.

Another few testing yanks and shoves back in succeeded in only drawing a dark, possessive, and half-subdued snarl from the vulpine’s lips as his climax finally crashed into his newest toy — slamming into the boar’s body with enough force that he could feel each rope crash against his contorted womb!

The boar’s hands at last abandoned their desperate, anchoring hold to the table, sliding down to fumble a grasp against his own stuffed abdomen. His fingers blindly traced the impression the mighty tool left in his pelt, getting a proper sense for just how deep it had plundered, and how thoroughly it had made his body adjust for his pleasure.

Those hands eventually squeezed down against the spasming tool through his own flesh. The monstrous girth replied with a powerful throb as the balls draped against his taint and thighs clenched with enough force to ‘jump’ against San’s body with their own distinctive taps. The hot, masculine fire which flooded his depths from those flexing balls at last doused the burning desire which had consumed the suid’s body and mind, breaking the hold it had on his lust-clouded psyche as he rode along his own rapturous orgasm.

“So... So much...” The boar groaned. His toes clenched with every successive throb from the vulpine’s crotch, and the resulting rope it poured into his depths. He was thankful that the more seed he pumped into his depths, the faster the heat’s grip upon his psyche was dislodged, as if his beckoning ovaries were content that such sizable loads were certain to answer their demand. But at the same time, the aching fullness the fox’s cock had brought to his body was only made worse as his Master’s seed began to bloat his womb one swirling load at a time.

Despite the torrent of overflowing seed pouring forth from his tied sex in tumbling flows of alabaster virility — soaking the vulpine’s heavy balls and his own thighs — more seed arrived faster than it could escape. It was his own body that was left to make up the balance, stretching around the weight of seed that settled within it, bringing a distinctive curve to his belly that Amor’s wandering claws drew their attention towards. Yet those balls just kept flexing, delivering a fresh tide of kitbatter which brought another whimper from San’s lips, and another writhing shudder of bliss, punctuated a half second later by the sloping slaps of sizable stud seed falling upon the ground in a wasted puddle between his feet.

The sensation was beyond what even his most vivid fantasies could have pictured, an entirely preternatural experience that he reveled in with a listless, blessed expression on his satisfied mug. He pressed back against the man he was tied to, enjoying the attention of those stroking claws admiring the impact his orgasm had upon his body, sweeping across his thighs and hips which were ever so slightly different than they were before being made more useful to the vulpine’s desires.

“Well, toy, do you have any regrets~?” The fox growled hotly against one of his ears some time later, helping to rouse the swine’s mind from its afterglow.

He wasn’t quite certain just how long he had laid there, sprawled over the table like a prize the kitsune had hunted. At least enough time for him to feel that the weight of jizz left stewing in his belly had receded, leaving a still noticeable swell, but not enough to hang as heavily from his hips as it had been. More importantly, though, it was long enough for the fox to wrench his spent shaft free from his newest concubine’s depths. His hips dragged themselves back to pry his deflated knot from the cum inundated depths with a lurid ‘plop’, and a fresh patter of escaping jizz against the ground.

“N-” The boar was about to answer in reflex again, but enough of his faculties had returned before he spoke the word that would have condemned his fate. The ahego’d glaze of a satisfied bitch was swept from his eyes with a flurry of blinks, while his rational mind raced through the series of events he had just undergone due to the unexpected need he had felt with his new sex.

“Oh... What did I get myself into...” San groaned, lifting his hands to his face to try and hide his blushing shame.

He didn’t regret at all getting his new sex broken in and his wits fucked out of him by the fox at all. It was the weight of the collar on his neck, how easily he had fallen under the vulpine’s sway in the heat of passions, and the fact that he had acknowledged him as his owner that left him burning with embarrassment. But, before he could find his words to protest his new role in life, a now familiar, burning ember of desire was already rekindling in his womb once more.

“Don’t look so surprised.” The fox must have noticed his realization, at least if the cheshire grin stretched across the sylvan lord’s lips was anything to go by. “You were the one who said he didn’t want to have any kids, which would normally be the fix to your new sex’s beckoning call. I’m afraid no matter how thoroughly ravaged, how utterly fucked you are, those are only going to be temporary remedies fit mostly to keep the edge off~”

“You...” San growled weakly back, even as his ass rolled invitingly against the fox’s cum plastered crotch. His jizz drooling snatch was swiftly returning to the same needy state it had been from the kitsune’s earlier teasing — no doubt thanks to that spent sputtering shaft left draped against his rump and the small of his back, and those warm, virile balls grinding against his sex to bath themselves in their own nectar. He also couldn’t be sure that just the scent of the vulpine’s virility, so thick in the air thanks to the sheer volume those balls had produced, wasn’t also having an effect — whether that meant the fox had ‘tweaked’ his already sensitive nose a bit further or not to be receptive to it, he couldn’t say.

“Just what price are you demanding of me for that ‘help’ you gave,” he eventually finished asking, lifting one hand from his face so he could stare at the kitsune lording over him still, and so he could brush his fingers across the firm leather band trapped around his neck.

“Oh, nothing you wouldn’t enjoy, I assure you. Why, I think most consider it quite the worthy career goal — a permanent position within my harem~ Don’t worry, though. You’ll be more than just my own personal cocksleeve and plaything for me to use whenever I wish to dump a load. Since you can’t fulfill the duties typically expected of my wives, you’ll be a concubine expected to ‘entertain’ any of my guests that take a fancy with you~”

“The benefits are generous for an eager little slut like you. Free room and board, fine food, coworkers who share a similar interest and passion, and most importantly of all, all the dick you need to keep up with that new, insatiable libido of yours~”

San’s ears burned as Amor laid out his little ‘plan’ for him. It certainly wasn’t a situation he would have jumped into from the get go, but it did hold some appeal to the more depraved part of his psyche. What could be so wrong about a life of extravagant hedonism, after all..? He could even take some measure of pride in it if he performed his role well, and he knew he could.

“And... What if I refuse?”

“Then with a snap of my fingers, our contract is voided...” Despite the kitsune’s statement, his words still rolled with a rumbling, possessive growl. A dark, domineering tone which sent shivers down the suid’s spine, especially as the fox’s hands started to wander along his body, tracing along his abdomen towards his waiting, perpetually needy sex. Even his hips joined in on reinforcing the tease, drawing his attention back to that magnificent spire that, at least for a time, could satisfy his overbearing urge. “You’ll be free and escorted out of my manor. But... You’ll go back to how you were when you first showed up; cuntless, and possessing a dick that’s hardly worth even being teased by the studs you covet so much~”

“So... What’ll be your decision, then... Accept joining my service and receive all the gifts I’ve given you and will continue to give... Or go back to the life you used to know, no longer pining for what you wish for, but instead longing again for what you oh so fleetingly possessed~?”

It wasn’t fair when the kitsune put it like that! Decency and hedonism, rationality and estrus fueled libido warred within the boar’s mind, struggling with the answer to the fox’s question, well aware that his decision could determine the rest of his life.

His body seemed to have made up its mind already, however. His tail thrashed with half-acknowledged desire, his body squirmed with returning need, thighs rubbed against one another and his ass begged for the stud to use him again with idle grinds. It was only his expression that showed any conflict. San’s teeth grit against one another as he tried to conjure forth the willpower to take the offer for his freedom back. He tried to reason that, no matter how enjoyable the fox’s offer was, how desperate he was to receive this tainted boon, it wasn’t worth that price.

But the need within his depths was too great. Every second he lingered, that blazing inferno of desire that could only be appeased, but never snuffed out, grew stronger and more irresistible. Until, some seconds of agonizing indecision later, San let out a groan that was half a mix of lascivious need, and half a cry at his own mental weakness.

“I have no regrets, Master. I’m yours.”