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Thomas awoke with a full bladder and a painfully hard erection. He groaned at the unfairness of it all. He'd have to take care of this raging boner before he could pee.

The young vulpine reached down between his legs and groped for his familiar foxhood. What would he fantasise about this morning? There was one particular canine he'd love to fantasise about but that seemed disrespectful somehow and… WHAT?

His paws grasped for his foxy sheath and groped nothing but smooth soft downy fur between his legs. He groaned in frustration as the events of the previous day came rushing back to him.

His genitals, his entire cock and balls had been temporarily transplanted as if by magic using some crazy medical-science portal thing which allowed someone else to wear it, to use it, but (his ears flattened at the thought) Tom felt everything. The doctor told him it was a micro portal, stitched into his crotch. He ran a tentative paw around the shiny metallic ring that marked the edge of the portal.

He groaned and turned over onto his stomach. He really needed to pee, if he didn't do something soon, he would burst. He fumbled for his phone and called Mike, the “donee". Mike was an older FtM trans toddy. If he was honest with himself, Tom found Mike kind of hot.

“Hey, Tom, buddy, I'm just in the middle of breakfast."

“Oh, sorry to trouble you but, I really need to pee." Tom wasn't sure why he was whispering.

Tom suddenly felt very vulnerable. He had no say in when he got to pee, when he got to cum, or if he ever got to cum at all. It made him feel on edge, like nails on a chalk board.

“Oh, fun, I always wanted to pee standing up! Give me a minute to finish up and go get it."

“Go… get it? You… took it off?"

It felt disrespectful, somehow. He felt slighted, as if his sacrifice was all for nothing, a meaningless trifle that could just be discarded when inconvenient.

“Oh yeah, you were hard all morning, super uncomfortable, don't worry, it's safely in my bedside table."

Ten agonising minutes later Tom felt his sheath and balls grabbed gently, it seemed Mike had finally affixed them to his front. Tom idly wondered what the mechanism was that secured his own junk to the older vulpine. As a trans man, Mike had no penis of his own, well, not yet anyway.

Mike rang him back.

“Ready!" presumably Mike was standing over his own toilet. The excitement was palpable in his voice.

Tom lay there in bed, imagining himself hovering over the toilet, sheath in his paw. He squeezed his eyes together then groaned in frustration.

“I can't yet, maybe it would be better if I could… see?"

“Oh, hang on." Mike turned on the camera and Tom saw a tiny image of his own thick hard shaft wavering above the toilet bowl.

“Ugh, it's no use, I'm still too hard. Could you please help me out?" Tom prompted hopefully. It had been over a day since he'd cum and he really needed the release. He felt Mike owed him that much, owed him at least one orgasm for all his trouble.

“Oh yeah, of course, I have an idea"

A charcoal black paw grabbed him around the twig and berries, twisting anticlockwise. Tom then watched as Mike unceremoniously dunked his whole package into the toilet bowl.

There was a big splash and a thunk, Tom felt ice cold water soak his cock and balls, he shrieked with surprise and discomfort, feeling everything shrink in real time. His rapidly softening sheath hit the hard cold smooth porcelain.

“What the?" Tom yelled indignantly.

“Looks like that did the trick"

Mike lifted him back out, squeezed his sheath to get the water out, dried him off roughly and put him back into position.

“Ok, now?"

Tom willed his body to cooperate, but nothing came out.

“Wait a bit, please wait." He clambered out of bed and rushed over to the toilet in his own house, sitting down and trying to imagine…"

Eventually, blessedly, he heard the stream of urine flow out into the other toilet on the phone. He sighed in relief.

His balls felt warm, wet. Mike let out a sigh as well.

“Haha, feels so real" Mike exalted. His excitement palpable.

Tom felt hot liquid soak his balls to drip off them into the bowl.

“What is that?"

“Well, I needed to go too, hope you don't mind."

“You… peed on me?" Tom asked with a mix of surprise and indignation. He did mind, he minded very much, that was disrespectful.

“Yeah, sorry, it just felt so real, don't worry mate, I'll rinse you off. You done?"

“Yeah I…"

The phone went silent, and Tom yelped at the feeling of hot soapy water, sloshing over his nether regions as his fox bits were turned end over end under the tap in the sink.

A perfunctory wipe down later and Tom felt himself back in position between the older toddy's legs.

Tom bit his lip. Should he tell Mike he didn't like how his bits were being treated? It was only a little bit of water after all. Mike wasn't being disrespectful, just not very thoughtful. Surely, being dropped into the toilet bowl was disrespectful, though? And being peed on? Definitely! He pulled out his phone.

There was one unread message from Mike. A long one.

“Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. I'm just not used to this, having a… real cock… and I'm not used to have to think about another person when playing with a… prosthesis. Your gift means the world to me and I'm just so grateful dude, sincerely. The last 24 hours have been the most exciting of my life and that's all down to you."

Tom sighed and typed back “it's fine"

I mean, what else was he supposed to say to that?

“Thanks, mate, you're the best." came the instant reply.

It was a Saturday afternoon so when Tom finally emerged downstairs for breakfast at about eleven, his mother and brother didn't raise an eyebrow.

“You were in there awful long." His younger brother Joe goaded him. “Surely you can't be tugging on it all morning"

Tom didn't dignify that with a response. Only three years separated them, but their personalities could not be more different.

“Be nice to your brother" their mum chided as she flicked through something on her phone. “There's cold scrambled eggs in the pan if you like" she continued without looking up. “You went to bed so early last night. How did the hospital thing go?"

“Oh" he forgot he had told them just enough that they wouldn't pry further. “It was just an assessment, to be a donor you know" The best lies we based half in truth.

“Oh, go well?"

“They took one look at his scrawny ass and realised they couldn't take anything out without leaving a hole" Joe quipped and ducked his mother's paw as she went to cuff him.

Tom rolled his eyes and helped himself to some eggs.

He could feel Mike enjoying his package. The older fox often sent an exploratory paw down to adjust himself.

Part of him quite enjoyed the attention. He had never had another person touch him down there ever before. It was kind of nice. Even if Mike just wanted the feel of him, the physicality of his junk. It made him feel special, desirable, wanted, if just for a minute.

It was also fun in a way, losing control like that. He yelped more from surprise than pain when Mike over-enthusiastically squeezed his balls with a paw.

His brother looked up immediately in concern. Tom glared at him, pretended nothing had happened.

“Pussy" Joe fumed.

“Dickhead" Tom retorted absent-mindedly.

He walked over to his mum and kissed her on the cheek. “OK, I'm off to Pete's for a movie, see you tonight or tomorrow morning."

Peter and Tom had been friends since high school. Pete was very popular. Collies were generally adored by everyone after all. Pete had always been cooler, more popular, more… sexy.

No, NO! Tom shook his head violently to get the unwanted thoughts out of his head. He had crushed on his best friend for as long as he could remember.

Strictly speaking, Tom wasn't in Peter's friend circle anymore, but as a friend from childhood he kind of got a bit of a pass, for now anyway. Tom was glad to still be invited to things, so he made the effort to go, even if it wasn't something that excited him, like a boring dog movie.

Tom walked up to the door with a small case of Strawberry & Lime flavoured ciders in his paws and knocked softly on the door. He felt Mike's paws caress his sheath yet again. He closed his eyes and tried to appreciate the sensation as affirming rather than unwanted.

“Oh, Tom! You made it!" Peter drew the vulpine into a deep embrace and Tom felt his sheath stiffen (this time, not because of Mike). For the first time, he was silently grateful that his cock was not in fact in his own pants as he pressed himself against his canine friend.

“Hey guys, look, it's Tom!" Peter generously introduced Tom to the others.

A wolf (Tim thought his name was Max), a leopard (who Peter introduced as Sam) and a mountain lion (who Tom recognised as “Frank") all sitting on the couch, looked up from their drinks in unison.

“So, I guess we can finally start the movie now?" Frank hissed.

Oh, put a sock in it, petulant puss. Peter chided gently, “he's perfectly on time, aren't you, Tom?"

Frank splayed his ears. Tom wished he knew what that guy's deal was. He'd been hostile to the young fox since they had met at orientation.

Peter sat on the couch next to Frank. Tom slid himself onto the floor, between Peter and Frank's legs and cracked open one of his sweet ciders.

The movie was going well, for a dog movie. Tom was 3 ciders in and wondering if it was an opportune time to rest his muzzle on Pete's knee when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Tom peeked at his phone, trying hard to obscure the light from prying eyes.

“Hey, I'm at the girlfriend's now. She has an onlyfurs account if you want to watch the first time. Here's a one-time free code for her channel."

Tom's heart leapt into his throat. He had never actually had sex with anyone before. And his first time was going to be with a girl? A girl he didn't know? While he's not even in the room?

He imagined what it would feel like, the release, the satisfaction from tying with a real flesh and blood mammal. It was thrilling and more than a little bit daunting.

He glanced over at Frank and the others surreptitiously. They were engrossed in the movie.

Perhaps he could just bookmark the link, excuse himself and watch himself lose his virginity in the bathroom.

Without warning, an advert started playing at full volume: a lithe brown and white splotched rabbit moaned exaggeratedly as she fingered herself, her folds slick with juices. Tom yelped with embarrassment and covered his phone with his paws. Frank's ears twitched with curiosity and he peered down at Tom's phone. He had been drinking Bourbon & Coke and so he was quite a lot more drunk than Tom.

“You got something to share with the class, fox?" he snatched Tom's phone from his paws.

“Oh, come on Frank, don't be a dick" Peter chided half-heartedly. “Give it back".

“Where's your sense of adventure, Pete?" Frank retorted as he clicked the button to project onto the TV screen. “Don't you want to watch the show?"

There on the screen, in crisp glorious 4k, was Mike's crotch. The red fur on his upper thighs perfectly framing Tom's cock and balls.

Tom squealed with embarrassment and tried to hide under Peter's tail.

“No, stop it, stop it!"

“Let's take a poll", Frank continued. Who here wants to finish watching 'Snow Dogs' for the umpteenth time. There was a general murmur in the group. Tom raised both paws.

“And who would rather watch whatever freaky porn Tom is into?"

The mountain lion, wolf and leopard all raised a paw in unison. Even Pete, shrugged a little and smiled self-consciously.

“Come on, Tom, be a good sport" the collie encouraged as he ruffled Tom's head fur. We're all adults here.

“No, please, this is nothing," Tom objected “It's just a random link a friend sent me, please, let's just get back to the movie."

“Shh, I wanna hear what she's saying" Max motioned them to quieten down and Peter increased the volume.

“…boyfriend got a new toy, a new prothesis, isn't it just divine!"

She grabbed at the balls lustfully and stuck her tongue down into Tom's sheath. Tom stifled a low moan of appreciation as Mike feigned the same.

Tom bit on the back of his left paw to stop from moaning as Mike's girlfriend kneaded his cock and balls, poking at his shaft with her little pink tongue till it started to peek out.

“Fine, k…keep my phone I'm g..going…"

“Oh, come on Tom, stay just a little bit longer, for me?" Frank looked down at him beseechingly, petting him on the head.

“O..ok" Tom writhed on the floor while his foxhood grew, precum slopping copiously down his length while the rabbit slurped it up noisily. He crossed his legs with his paw on his crotch as if this would stop the sensations. It grew and grew and grew till he found himself humping his paw unconsciously.

“Woah! Look at the size of that thing!" the wolf (Max) muttered under his breath. “That's gotta be some kind of prop"

Despite himself, Tom felt a twinge of satisfaction. He'd never seen any guys naked. Never even really indulged in porn, except for written stuff. Maybe he did have a real nice one? He wondered if Peter would like it.

“You mean to say you ain't packing?" Fred teased playfully, but his eyes were also transfixed.

“Oh my God, what's that?" the leopard exclaimed in a combination of excitement and alarm.

“That's the beginnings of the knot" Peter whispered in awe. “Once it's fully swollen, it, uh, keeps him tied while he... you know."

“Cums" Frank continued. Transfixed. “You canines are freaks"

“Oh yeah, tell me more about freaky cocks, you barbed weirdo." The wolf growled, hackles raised.

“Quiet you two, I want to watch the girl." Peter hushed them.

The rabbit (whose name was Isabelle) lay down on her back while Mike repositioned the camera to get a shot of her nude body.

“Oh yeah! Now we're cooking!" the lion punched Tom on the shoulder. “She's hot"

The camera moved to the side and the next they saw, Mike mount her, missionary position. Kissing passionately.

Tom collapsed into a blubbering heap on the floor. He felt every inch of himself slip slickly into her folds, right up to the knot.

“Oh my god, he's not using a condom!" he shrieked then covered his muzzle with his paws in shame.

“Oh, be quiet fox, it's not like they can have pups." The wolf growled back

“Would be hot though" Frank mused “breed that bunny!" he yelled enthusiastically at the screen.

Tom sank even deeper onto the floor as his shaft sank deeper into Isabelle. He could feel her body tighten around his. The knot pressing up against her entrance. Desperate, insistent. He humped the air a little and bit down hard on his paw.

This was it. This was his special moment, the moment when he lost his virginity. Surrounded by his friends. Watched by his high school crush, broadcast to anyone who wanted to see.

Mike started thrusting relentlessly. His strong muscular hips piled all of Tom deep into his girlfriend. She groaned at the size of him as he split her apart.

“Oh my god, you're so big!" she screamed exaggeratedly, and ran her claws down his back. Isabelle fiddled with her phone and the perspective changed to a close-up view of Tom's shaft and balls.

Mike picked up the pace, loving the effect his toy was having on his mate. Tom's balls slapped hard against her pelvis. Tom started panting around his paw. He was so close now. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he started whining, chest rising and falling uncontrollably.

Peter was the first to notice something was wrong.

“Hey, Tom, you OK?"

Tom lay there on his back, eyes rolling back in his head, fur matted with sweat, body convulsing as he bit down on his paw.

“Oh my god you guys, he's having a fit!" Peter yelled in alarm.

“Down in front" Frank quipped as Peter rushed to Tom's side and straddled him to check his pulse.

“Oh shut up, Frank" the collie bristled “Stay with me buddy, stay with me Thomas, look here, look into my eyes."

Tom opened his eyes wide and shook his head rapidly. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be about to lose his virginity with his very best friend on top of him.

“N..nnnn.nnn" his hips bucked impotently against his crush's black and white rear.

Meanwhile, on the TV screen, Tom's swollen knot rubbed against the rabbit's clit, pushing her to the edge. Her moans become more wild, less exaggerated, more desperate.

“Oooh, oooh, ooh. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm gonna, I'm gonna…"

Tom felt her body gush all over his as she came hotly around his length.

“The knot" Isabelle cried, “I want… the knot" and Mike obliged her with all his might.

This was the last straw for Tom, the tension of the last two days. Frank straddling him, concern painted all over his muzzle. All the thrusting and gyrating. Everything came to an overwhelming crescendo. He threw back his head and yelled a primal shriek as he came hotly into the rabbit (he tried to imagine it was Peter). Thick ropes of cum pulsed through his body and coated her insides as she moaned at the feel of him. He closed his eyes and tried to pretend it was Peter he was inside of.

“Holy fuck" Max whispered in quiet awe. “Now THAT is a knot."

On the screen, they lay there, locked in place for what seemed like an eternity while Mike kissed Isabelle lovingly.

He reached down and detached the cock from his front, lying on his back for Isabelle to go to work on his own clit.

“Tommy, you freaky fox" Frank exclaimed in fascination. “Is this the shit you're into?"

Tom lay on his back under Peter, panting, stars swimming in his eyes. His cock continued to pump his seed weakly into Isabelle as she drew Mike to his climax. It was only 20 minutes till Mike himself was writhing and bellowing with passion as Isabelle brought him to his zenith.

“Well, thank y'all for watching" a sweaty panting Isabelle picked up the camera and winked at her audience. She reached down between her legs and winced as she ripped Tom from inside her.

The whole room gasped as Tom's cock released from inside her, followed by a gush of thick white fox cum.

“Oh, we're going to have fun with this" she teased coyly as she kissed the tip of Tom's rigid shaft. He whined and shuddered at the attention.

Peter turned off the TV and turned on the lights.

“Hey, Tom, are you OK? What happened? You want a glass of water?" the collie tilted his black and white head with concern.

“N..nnn" Tom snatched his phone from Frank's paw and scampered away eyes stinging with shame.

“Hey, send me a link to more of that freak shit" Frank called after him.

“You know, you really are an ass sometimes, Franklin." Pete yelled crossly and chased after Tom.

He caught up to the vulpine waiting for a car at the end of the driveway.

“Oh, Pete, I'm sorry about all that… I didn't mean to disrupt."

Pete pulled his vulpine friend into a warm embrace and spoke earnestly into his ear “Look, I don't know what's going on for you right now, but whatever it is, you can tell me, anything. When you're ready of course."

Tom resisted the temptation to sob on Peter's shoulder and pushed him away gently.

“Yeah, I promise. Pete you know I…" he sighed. “I'll see you next week."

Blessedly, his car arrived, and he slinked away with brief squeeze and a wave.

Once in the car, his phone buzzed, there were several missed messages.

From Pete: “Sorry about Frank, I'll talk to him."

From Frank: “Hey, link to that channel please?"

From Mike: “Hey, I left it with Isabelle. I hope you don't mind. She wants to record a bit of content with it next week."

Tom curled up onto the back seat and wished himself home.