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I was downstairs in the dim laundry room, dozing in the hamper on a pile of Master's worn clothes when a click reached my fluffy ears. It was the sound of a key being turned in a lock, and there was nothing that woke me up faster than that because it could only mean one thing: Master had returned from work! Without missing a beat, I jumped out of the clothes basket, dashed across the tiled floor, and up the stairs as fast as my four paws would allow.

Careening toward the entrance, I slowed down at the latest possible moment, spreading my legs and fanning out my six tails to come to a stop with no more than an inch between my petite, fluffy snout and the door. I arrived just in time to watch it open and reveal my master, a hulking, muscular bear of a man with curly black hair and a full beard. Already tall by human standards, he was absolutely gigantic compared to my tiny, delicate frame, and he was still in full gear, wearing steel-capped boots, blue jeans overalls, and a long-sleeved shirt so soaked with sweat that his skin shone through the damp fabric. His clothes were covered in dirt and dust from the construction site he worked at, and I could smell his familiar, muzzle-watering musk from a day's labor in the sun on him.

"Hi, Pepper. Are you happy to see me?" Master asked with a deep, sonorous voice.

I responded with an eager yip and bounced around him. Brushing my tails across the legs of his overalls, I didn't care how dusty they were, and I finally squeezed into the gap between his feet, pressing my nose against the fabric to take a deep whiff of his scent.

"Please, stop cuddling with my dirty pants, you clingy goofball," Master chuckled, wrapping his big, warm hands around my waist to hoist me up to his face. "I've never met a vulpix who cares as little about dirt on his tails as you do." He playfully rubbed his nose against my snout, tickling me with his beard while I took the chance to greet him properly with a wide, wet lick across his lips and cheeks. "I missed you, Pepper."

After putting me back down, Master closed the door and announced, "Anyway. It was awfully hot today, so I really need a shower right now."

My ears perked up and my tails started wagging in a flurry at his words. I ran a few more circles around his legs before I sprinted toward the staircase. Leaping onto the first step, I impatiently pawed the ground as I waited for him to catch up.

"You're also the only vulpix I know who gets excited about showering," Master remarked as he followed me with heavy, thudding steps. "Although, you're probably more excited about what happens before the shower, aren't you?"

Master couldn't have been any more right on the money. With an eager yip, I hurried up the stairs and toward the bathroom, but I didn't head inside. Instead, I slipped into the room right next to it. Situated directly beneath the pitched roof, it used to be a rather cramped storage room, but Master had turned it into my bedroom with bowls of kibble and water in the corner, a beat-up couch in the back, and an old flatscreen on the wall next to the door. A few of his old clothes were scattered about the stained gray upholstery, and a few more were about to join them as he entered the room behind me with one shoulder strap of his overalls already loosened.

Hopping onto the couch, I watched as Master stripped down in front of me. He took his sweet time undressing, leaving me to drool and whimper as he dragged out every step. Slowly, he untied his shoelaces, slid his feet out of his boots one by one, and placed them down against the wall with unnecessarily delicate care and a huge, cheeky grin on his lips. His jeans overalls were next, and as he dropped the sturdy fabric, I finally got a first glimpse of the huge, swollen bulge in his soaked boxer shorts, which only exacerbated my lusty impatience. I dug my claws into the upholstery and kneaded the fabric with a despondent whine as I restrained myself from pouncing on him and tearing his pesky clothes to shreds.

"Ah, that's much better already," Master sighed, languidly stretching his arms and wiggling his toes. Then he finally went to work on his shirt, unbuttoning it and splitting the fabric to bare his big, soft pecs and his huge, heavy gut. Every inch of his broad chest and glorious belly was covered by sweaty, tan skin and curly black hair, and I groaned with anticipation as I tracked the fuzzy strip running from his navel to the edge of his bulging underpants. Before he dealt with his boxers, however, he removed his shirt to reveal his thick, muscle-packed arms and a thick, dense bush in each armpit, soaked and steaming with his delicious musk.

With a high-pitched whimper, I slumped onto my side and showed off my small, fluffy nuts and my peeking red pecker, adorned by a bead of pre. Maybe the sight would encourage Master to get rid of the rest of his stupid clothes and join me, but he only chuckled "I see someone's eager." Then he stretched again, playfully flaunting his soaked pits at me. His socks came next, and he relished every second of my needy squirming and writhing before he finally grabbed the rim of his boxer shorts and pulled them down to slowly uncover his thick, lush pubes, a pair of heavy, drooping balls, and an uncut, sweaty half-chub that was easily as thick and long as my whole foreleg.

After Master had kicked off his underpants, he dropped onto the couch beside me with a heavy thud and a strained creaking of the boards that struggled to hold the furniture together. Still smirking, he stretched out his arm and lifted me up onto his big, hairy chest. "Come here, pumpkin. Cuddle time."

I beamed like a bookworm in a library as I found myself on top of Master's hot, sweaty pecs, and I immediately pressed my snout against his skin, breathing in deeply to flood my nostrils with his thick, heavy scent. No longer blocked by any clothes, his musk was so ripe and rank that it made my eyes water and my head spin. But that only fueled the fire inside me even more, and I took another whiff, huffing his muzzle-watering stench until I could hardly think straight anymore.

However, Master's scent wasn't enough to satisfy my mounting lust, so I parted my muzzle and dragged my little tongue over his hairy skin. I savored his sweaty, salty aroma with a shaky groan before I indulged his pecs with another, even broader lick, brushing my eager taster from one side to the other, dancing it around his rosy areola and over his soft nipple. I slurped and sucked on it until it grew stiff in my hot, drooling muzzle. Then I shifted my attention to the other side, giving his second pec and bud a throughout licking until every strand of his thick black hair shone with my spit.

While I lapped at Master's chest, he casually slipped a hand onto my fluffy, auburn rump. With a merry chuckle, he stroked the sensitive base of my bushy orange tails and squeezed my taut buttocks, giving them a playful smack before he slipped his little finger between them to tease my tight pink pucker.

I reflexively arched my back and pushed out my butt with a wet moan, fanning my tails, and presenting myself to Master like a bitch in heat. I knew that he was just playing with me at the moment, but my sphincter still loosened and dilated as if preparing for the real deal, his fat, veiny cock. Instead, he merely circled his pinkie around my ass until I rewarded him with a breathy, desperate moan. Then he moved on to my other bits.

Master's hand easily enveloped my whole equipment. My balls looked like tiny marbles in his palm, and he only needed his thumb and index finger to stroke my twitching, dripping taper, coaxing out droplets of sticky pre. "You're so hot, Pepper, and I don't just say that because you're a fire type~"

I didn't let myself get too distracted by Master's mischief though. Eager for more of his delicious musk and aroma, I hooked a paw around his side and pulled myself toward his right armpit, sinking my snout into the hot, hairy cleft between his arm and chest. A single whiff of his thick, sweaty stench was enough to break me. My eyes swam with tears and drool spilled from my muzzle as I gagged hard, only to part my lips and stick out my tongue, delving deep into the soaked black bush inside his armpit to lick and suck on it with muffled huffs and whimpers. More of his overpowering flavor smothered my taste buds, coated the insides of my mouth, and flooded my nose at every breath until I couldn't taste, smell, or think of anything else than him. Soon it was streaming down my chin and soaking the fur on my cheeks, and I eagerly, diligently, dutifully swallowed a muzzleful of sweat and spit.

Lost to Master's steaming, sweaty armpit, I barely noticed the orgasm creeping up on me until my swollen knot suddenly slipped out of my sheath. Not even a minute had passed since he had lifted me onto his chest, but I was too receptive to his scent and ministrations to last any longer, and I exploded with a squeal of mindless bliss. A squeal Master immediately muffled as he grabbed my head and shoved me deeper into his pit, making sure my whole face was trapped within a hot, musky darkness before he slammed two whole fingers into my clenching sphincter, forcefully stretching and loosening my tight hole. "Fuck, you're just such a helpless musk slut, Pepper. You probably wouldn't do anything but huff my pits and ass if I let you." All the while, I splattered his pecs with ropes of hot, sticky seed, my petite taper bouncing and twitching frantically while he massaged every last drop from my prostate.

Once I was shooting nothing but blanks, Master extracted his fingers from my ass and pulled me out of his armpit so I could recover from my mind-shattering climax. "Look what a mess you made, you naughty, little hornball," he reprimanded me with a chuckle, and while I was still reeling for breath, he lifted me up with one hand and mopped up the glistening strands of cum on his chest with my tails. Then he dropped me upside down between his legs, right onto his huge, throbbing schlong. "And look how hard you made me."

I squeaked as I landed face-first on Master's plump, hairy balls, only to instinctively hug his cock against my hot, fluffy body and bury my muzzle in his sweaty sack to continue where I had left off with deep huffs and devoted licks. Once again, his thick, musky scent overpowered my nose and wrapped itself around my mind like a heavy, smothering blanket. Subjected to his undeniable, intoxicating potency, I couldn't help but whine and lift my tails like a heat-ridden bitch, still hard despite my orgasm, still desperate for more as I started to hump against his thick, sweaty rod with my tiny pecker.

As I spit-washed Master's swollen nuts, he let out a deep, warm groan. "Good boy," he sighed, casually stroking my fluffy tails before he gripped them by the root and dragged me up onto his big, soft belly. "But don't just lick my balls. Make sure to get my cock nice and slick too." As if I could get his sweaty, swollen fuck meat any wetter than it already was. Nevertheless, I obediently lapped at his massive schlong, working every single inch and drooling all over it.

In return, Master kneaded my fluffy butt and fondled my snug little nutsack before he once again shoved two fingers into my quivering asshole, finger-fucking me with deep strokes. "Don't mind me, Pepper. I'm just getting you ready," he chuckled as the sudden stuffing made me shake and squeal in surprise, and he hummed contentedly once I returned to the task at paw, swiping my tongue across his pulsing rod until I finally reached his tip.

I loved playing with Master's glans because his long, stretchy foreskin held even more of his muzzle-watering, addicting flavor, and my worship was generously rewarded with more of his warm, ambrosial pre. I lapped it right from the source like nectar from a flower, only to slide my tongue underneath his foreskin and swirl it around with a trembling whine, all while I squeezed and kneaded his cock with my forepaws to coax out more of his sticky, salty juices.

I could've spent the rest of the day doing nothing but licking and sucking Master's tip, drinking and bathing in his messy orgasms and intoxicating musk while listening to his blissful grunts and groans, but he had other plans for me. The moment he extracted his fingers from my ass, I knew foreplay was over, and I gasped with excitement as he picked me up, going limp in his hold to let him do whatever he wanted with me.

Sometimes Master used me as his personal fleshlight, sometimes he bred me from behind like a bitch in heat, but today he dropped me onto my back before he got on top of me. Belly up and stretched across the upholstery, I eagerly spread my stubby legs and tails to flaunt my soft, vulnerable underside, only to watch with an excited shiver as his massive, musclegut frame enveloped my entire field of vision. Before I knew it, he pinned me down with his hot, heavy midriff and shifted upward to align his fat, swollen tip with my snug pucker. "Loosen up, pumpkin. I'm gonna put it in now."

No matter how much Master prepared me, it would always be a tight fit. However, he made sure I stayed put by wrapping one of his big, sweaty hands around my neck, and when he thrust forward, my snug ring refused to budge for exactly one second before it yielded to his immense strength. From then on, my ass was all his, and he unceremoniously drove half of his thick, throbbing schlong inside me, stretching my guts and bulging my slender belly.

I squealed with overwhelmed pleasure as Master's tip pressed against my prostate, only for my cry to be stifled into a wet gag as he tightened his grip around my neck. With a horny grunt, he yanked back his hips, dragging my stretched asshole out by an inch before he shoved it in again with a forceful thrust. The first thrust of many more, as he began to plow me hard. "Fuck, you're tight, Pepper," he groaned. "Still the best ass I ever had."

I beamed at his praise, even though I struggled to process his words as his huge, swollen log of fuck meat scrambled my brain every time it slammed inside me, scattering my thoughts and flooding me with wave after wave of stimulation. It didn't help that he kept choking me, restricting the flow of air to my lungs to suspend me in a state of hazy bliss while the breath I still managed to draw overflowed with his thick, sweaty musk, making my head spin even more.

Meanwhile, Master was just getting started, his muscles bulging as he poured all his effort into breaking me in. With every thrust, he shoved his huge rod deeper, straightened my insides further, and distended my taut tummy until his fat, swollen balls met my fuzzy rump with a wet, sticky plap. "I'm still surprised that you can take my whole cock," he chortled, finally loosening his grip around my neck as he bottomed out inside me. "It's as if you were made to take my cock."

I took a deep breath. Then I cried out with mindless bliss, clenching up around Master's schlong like the good, subservient cock sleeve I was. But while his praise was music to my ears, I didn't want him yapping about me and my tight, hot ass. I wanted him to shut up and continue to screw me silly with his fat fuck meat, and I pawed at his huge, sweaty belly and jerked my hips with a breathy whine.

"What a needy slut," Master chuckled. "You just can't get enough of my cock, can you?" Then he tightened his grip again and started thrusting, rapidly picking up the pace now that he could fuck me balls-deep. In and out, faster and ever faster, his nuts soon swung against my rump with loud, meaty slaps, his huffs and groans growing heavier, deeper, almost feral even as he pounded me.

Master's deep, lusty voice sent a powerful thrill through my body, tickling my submissive instincts in all the right ways as I lost myself in the constant assault on my senses. Wave after wave of stimulation crashed onto my brain as his huge fuck stick crushed my prostate with relentless, unyielding thrusts, my nose and taste buds were overloaded with his thick, sweaty aroma, and the only thing I could see was the fat, hairy belly I was buried beneath. I was completely at the man's mercy, trapped, pinned, squished, and stretched by a penis bigger than my own legs, and before long, I reached the verge of another orgasm.

A choked cry escaped my throat as I erupted into a mind-shattering climax, and my brain exploded with bliss. My tiny taper flexed hard, yielding perhaps three thin spurts of cum before my snug, little sack ran dry, while my sphincter enveloped Master's cock with frantic contractions, drawing a deep, lusty moan from his lips. "Fuck, Pepper, you're cumming already?" he laughed, only to double down on the pounding. "Let's see if I can keep you cumming and clenching like that."

As Master hammered my flexing asshole even harder and faster, my brain broke completely. All thoughts still left in my mind were washed away by pure, unfiltered pleasure, and as I dissolved into a blur of bliss, I could no longer tell whether he was fucking me for minutes or hours. The only rhythm that remained was the rhythm of his pounding as he worked my tight ass like a machine, stoking my orgasm thrust by thrust and keeping me suspended in my high seemingly forever. I was as close to perfection as I could be, bathed in heavenly stimulation and Master's unyielding, merciless love, used and cherished, ruined and praised in a language of labored huffs and grunts.

Before long, Master's groans grew heavier and his thrusts more erratic. His grip on my neck tightened even more, leaving me shaking and choking violently as the mounting lack of oxygen merged with my orgasm into an incomprehensible ecstasy at the blurry edge of consciousness just as he was ready to join me.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," Master finally growled. "Gonna stuff you like an eclair. Gonna top you off and fill you so much everyone's gonna mistake you for a pregnant bitch…"

His words devolved into a guttural, incomprehensible groan as he turned his promise into practice, shafting his fat, swollen rod balls-deep inside my ass. With powerful twitches, his cock blessed my guts with big, gooey spurts of cum, flooded my stretched belly with his warm, virile love, and sent my mind reeling with fresh bliss. And while his eruption lasted not even half a minute, the sheer intensity of our mutual climax extended this moment into a sweet eternity of endless pulsing, throbbing, and flexing, his bliss merging with mine as I not only felt full and happy, but proud to be his favorite toy, the object of his lust and love.

This was where I was meant to be, and I didn't want it any other way.

Sadly, we couldn't and wouldn't stay like this forever. When Master inevitably extracted his cock from my ass, I whined and reflexively cinched up to keep him inside me for a little longer, but that didn't stop him. No, he dragged out my stretched, ruined ring by almost two inches before his tip departed with a wet pop, leaving my pucker wide agape and drooling with cum.

But just because Master had pulled out didn't mean that he was done with me. Instead of discarding me like a used condom or cheap toy, he cradled me in one hand and lifted me against his chest to place a gentle kiss on my forehead, one on each cheek, and finally one on my lips. "Thank you, Pepper. You make even the toughest days fun. I love you, my fluffy, little musk slut~" he sighed before he slipped his tongue into my muzzle, indulging me with a passionate kiss.

When our lips parted again, Master grabbed two of my six tails with a cheeky grin and shoved his dripping, cum-soaked cock into the gap between them. "You also make for a great cum and sweat rag."

I shivered as Master used my precious tails like a paper towel to clean his sticky schlong, and while I couldn't wag the tails in his grip, the rest swished from side to side all the more ardently. He was the only one in the world, whether human or pokemon, who was allowed to touch them, and I bore the stains of his semen on my sweat-soaked fluff like a badge of honor, flaunting the fact that he had claimed me as his vulpix bitch. Besides, this particular mess would be gone in a moment anyway, as it was shower time.

That's when Master turned to the flatscreen TV and stroked his beard with a playful grin. "You know what? You've been such a good boy today, so how about we postpone the shower and cuddle up on the couch for a bit?"

Master needn't say another word. I yipped and nodded keenly, my six tails wagging up a storm.

"Sounds like you've been waiting for me to say that," Master chuckled. Then he dropped me onto the sweat-soaked upholstery and turned around, moving his huge, hairy backside right over my head. As it turned out, he had no intention of cuddling with me face-to-face. No, he was about to smother me with his ass, and I couldn't have asked for anything better. With an eager grin, I opened my muzzle wide to welcome him with a big, wet tongue kiss as he lowered himself onto my face.

Not a moment later, I was buried beneath his backside and engulfed by hot, sweltering darkness, pinned down by his massive body, wedged between his big, hairy buttocks and with my lips pressed against his skin. Somewhere in the distance, the TV turned on and started making muffled noises, but I couldn't care less as I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around his sweaty asshole, huffed his thick, earthy musk, and finally speared his tight rosy sphincter to service him until I couldn't feel my taster anymore.

Part of me hoped that Master would find a program or series that caught his attention, because if he did, he'd maybe forget about the shower and keep sitting on my face, allowing me to keep huffing, licking, and worshiping his sweaty, musky ass for the rest of the evening. Perhaps he'd single sjerk off to some porno later and pull me up for another quick fuck. Perhaps he'd decide not to shower at all and spend the whole night with me on the sofa, using me as his cock warmer while smothering me with his huge, warm belly and intoxicating musk. But even if none of that happened and he decided to take a shower with me after all, I didn't care as long as I was with him. The next day would come and work would take him away from me again, but until then Master was all mine and I would devote every econd to keeping him happy, to entertaining him, to worshiping him.