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August 31st

It starts tomorrow! September Slut-off is back again! Man, I've been waiting for this ever since the end of the last school year. I've won all but one of them, and I know this one's in the bag as well. I've already got people texting me and asking when they can blow their load in me. Like, dozens! I had to make them wait though, and the wait is killing me too! I pulled out a toy for the first time in ages and gave that a good ride yesterday, just to make sure I was still in shape. A day without a cock in my rump is no day for a fox! But that'll change tomorrow. I already have a long and ever-growing list, with a few I'm rather looking forwards to and a few I'm going to do my best to avoid. At least try to avoid until I become desperate at the end of the month… I like to think I have standards and such, but in the end a cock is a cock after all.

A competition between a few close friends to see who can get the most loads in a month… I'm surprised this isn't a more common thing amongst friends to be honest. We have all the stereotypical sluttiest species involved in this one from foxes, such as yours truly, to bunnies like Arthur and huskies like Justin… had an otter in the group too, but he transferred to another school last year. Still on the hunt for a good snow mew or cheetah for a feline competitor…

Rules are the same this month as they were the last time. However you can get a load out of someone counts as one point. Anal, oral, pawjobs… bare or safe sex doesn't matter. It's not how you get it done, it's just the end result that matters. Only three loads per person per month count towards the total though. Thanks to Arthur and his 'Master' for that rule, damn cheater. Photographic proof is preferred but not mandatory. It goes to break any ties though… heh, ties…

We have a spreadsheet set up to post everything online, from your partner's species to dates to pics… everything you could need to know about what we've done. I post every line with pride myself, chest fluffed out and rippling in the breeze. The higher the numbers, and the bigger the cocks, the better! This time I'm going to see if I can break my own record and get even more than last time. 71 loads in a month is totally doable!

September 1st

Today I went all out and really swung for the fences. I was rather pent up myself as I'd been holding back, knowing that it'd drive me crazy and keep me going on game day. And boy did it ever. Started off with a pair of wolves, good friends, look almost like brothers which is pretty hot, and I got a nice spit roast out of them. Two loads down. Then had an elk and his mate come take turns on my ass leading to two filled condoms - one displayed on each ass cheek proudly for the camera in the end. A zebra gave me a twofur, one on each end. Stroked off a puma in the bathroom real quick. Barely had time to ride a chipmunk before his next class, and I almost didn't get his load. Didn't get a picture of that though, but I'll still record it as a load for me. And then a few hybrids, folf and… God if I know what the hell that other thing was. But he had a nice cock and came buckets over my back and tail! What else could a fox ask for?

Ten loads down in one day and I think I overdid it just a bit. I am a little tender in places, and my knees and legs hurt just a bit, but so far it's been a successful run. A good start to a hopefully record-breaking slut-off! I'd write more, but I've got another load or two to squeeze in still. Off to meet a panther and his cock!

September 6th

I haven't had the chance to write anything down in a few days. Every last free moment was dedicated to squeezing yet another load in. Thirty, can you believe it? I hit thirty already! It hasn't been easy though, and I've missed a good bit of school work to do it. Not to mention that I'm starting to run out of back-up condoms. What kind of college student doesn't carry a few around with them?!? I can't bang EVERYONE raw after all. I get tested for stuff every three months, but I highly doubt most of the others do it so frequently, if at all. I love the feeling of cum dripping down my taint as much as every other fox, but at the same time I don't want that fun to end due to something dumb either. So rubbers it is!

I'm proud of myself at the very least for all my hard work. I'm gonna have to slow down a bit though. My body is finally fighting back with a few strong aches and pains. Places hurt that I didn't even know were used for sex. It's worth it for such a good start though!

Let's see, what are the highlights…? Oh, that double penetration of a cougar and fox both in my rump was a wild ride, although they fit almost embarrassingly easily together, and neither one of them was what I'd call small. In fact a few people commented on how... open I was, and some couldn't even cum because of it. A day or two of some strong muzzle and paw work will let that tighten back up though. I already know a few people who wouldn't mind something non-anal related. It's just so much fun to bend over and let someone go at it that I forget there are other fun things to do as well.

Speaking of, that gloryhole idea was a great success, although I had to be a little sneaky to grab some 'proof' without anyone's consent. I'm sure they didn't mind though. They just had their cock sucked by a Masterful fox after all. I think I'm entitled to a picture of my cum coated tongue with their spent cock close by for my hard work. I was a little worried about what might show up as I've never quite done a glory hole before, no matter that most of the people were screened beforehand by the guy setting it up, but nothing showed up that caused me any concern… at least not from the look and taste of things.

I originally wanted to just take a huge movie of the whole night and then cut it into pictures or clips later, but my stupid phone began to run out of space not even halfway through. I did my best to grab some pictures of the others. It was hard trying to time when they were ready to blow, and making sure I had my phone on and ready to go at that moment in time, but I think I was crafty enough to make it happen. Still, seven loads in a few hours? I'll take it!

Other than that I pretty much worked through my backlog of needy friends. Everyone had at least one round, with some getting two or even three already. People I haven't talked to since last Slut-off were more than eager to catch up and chat, acting like old friends before and after adding their names to my list. Psh, I just want their loads! I don't have time to talk. A fox can't talk with a cock in his mouth, right? Then why should he need to? Besides, if I talked to everyone after they fucked me, I'd never get to make it to everyone who needed me. I'm quite the… popular fox I must say. Even some of the teachers have heard of me and my exploits, with one getting to see them firsthand! Can't say anything about that though - I promised I wouldn't, not even in my journal.

The week one update is coming out soon as well. I'm eager to see how Arthur and Justin are doing. I think Justin is still busy with school and volleyball and stuff, but Arthur I have to watch for… that bunny could get up to no good rather quick. Then again, that only helps my drive to keep on pushing myself further and harder!

September 9th

So things have slowed down a bit as I've finally had to go to class and catch up on some work. I've still found time for plenty of action, but at the same time I have a good lead over Arthur and especially Justin. That left me able to take it easy for a bit, picking up a load or two a day at a slow but consistent pace. Everyone else's schedules seem to be picking up too, and I don't mean just the Slut-off contestants, but just everyone around campus. Not to mention the number of ditchers has left me frustrated. Three in the past two days have said they were gonna do stuff then didn't show! What dicks! And not in the good way!

It's all part of the game though, and I know it well by this point. I've even started to check the hook-up app on my phone more regularly with my backlog of friends taken care of. I've spotted some new Freshman faces this year, along with a few old reliables that are still hunting on there. But I haven't gone all out quite yet in finding partners. This is my chance to keep things easy and casual as my rump and jaw heal up for another burst of activity coming soon. My roommate is leaving for the weekend, so I plan turn my room into a non-stop fuck fest over the next few days. Time to invest in those odor eliminators and scented candles before he comes back… maybe even a plastic sheet to throw over his bed and stuff too…

Not to be a downer, but Jake managed to find me again a few days ago. I did my best to try and avoid him for as long as I could, but he knows how to find me. He knows my profile pages, my usual hang out and naughty areas around campus, and he knows who he needs to talk to so he can get to me.

He's... well, he's still Jake for sure. He just… makes me cringe every time I think of him. He's not exactly good looking. He's not exactly very... publicly presentable. He's awkward and annoying enough to make me think he never left his parent's basement until he went off to college. And beyond all that he just won't leave me the fuck alone! I was desperate the last and only time we hooked up, and I just needed another load to win the current competition at that point. But afterwards I just felt… dirty and bad, and not in the good way!

He was and still is creepy. He's that kind of guy that you know doesn't get much action, and wants to romanticize every last moment of an interaction. I wasn't there for sweet talk and love, I was there for pure primal sex! And he wasn't even any good at that really. Small cocked, awkward, and he had no idea what he was doing. It killed the mood pretty quick for me, and I was happy when he finally managed to get off and I could think of an excuse to go. That encounter was bad enough, but with his multiple texts and near stalkerish tendencies afterwards about how amazing everything was… it left me trying to distance myself from him in the following weeks. I ignored him as much as I could, and eventually he stopped sending me messages… only to start up each and every time I begin to go into slut-off mode.

His hygiene is still in question, and I can usually smell him before I see him. That helps me avoid him most times, but this time I finally got cornered and had to say hi to him outright. I told him I was busy and had to go, but that I'd be in touch soon… let's hope that gets him off my case for a bit… although I somehow doubt it.

September 13th

Man what a weekend! Fuck if I can barely walk after the workouts I got! And the best part is, when my roommate came back Sunday night, he had NO idea… or at least he didn't seem to know anyway. He even commented on how nice it smelled around the place, thanks to all the scent neutralizers and flowery candles I'd been burning all weekend. Added a little romance to things as well… ha!

But damn, I don't even remember all of what went on to be honest. Thankfully I have the pictures and videos, because it was just one load after another… constantly ramming in, dripping cum, huge cocks… filled condoms laying everywhere Sunday afternoon… mmmph. Enough to get me excited again just thinking about it. I think I accounted for everyone, but at the same time some loads might have slipped through the cracks… when they weren't busy slipping through MY crack! Heh, that's a joke, I'm funny. Anyway, where to start… mmmph… horses, cheetahs, a full on wolf pack… and that was only the beginning! Let's just say I'm really glad I did invest in that plastic covering for my roommate's stuff… a few people got a little more excited than I was ready for and shot over my head with their first shots..

Over fifty loads now! Fifty one is my new total, and damn does it feel good! I mean any number of loads feels good, but the more the merrier. I look forwards to seeing the numbers when I get the full report in the next few days. I love seeing just how far ahead I am. At this rate I'm going to hit a hundred, I can feel it!

September 17th

Another few slow days as I recover from my weekend party. I'm still doing my best to keep one or two loads going per day, and with my phone app buzzing all the time that is almost too easy to do. I'm a good looking fox, and I have quite a few nice pictures up on my profile. I can't go a few hours without someone sending me a wink or a message, although half of them are kind of under my league. I'm not that desperate to suck and fuck ANYTHING that moves… yet. I've still got plenty of prime meat to go after and get my three load maximum from. But who knows, maybe I'll have to settle for a few of the lower class partners one day. These competitions do get intense! Eh, I'd rather not think about it to be honest… Jake's name and body come to mind when I do… But a fox's gotta do what a fox's gotta do!

I did finally get to do something I've wanted to for a while though. I found someone willing to let me give them a paw job underneath their desk during one of my classes. And not the huge auditorium classes - one of my small high school like classroom classes. It was a decently good looking deer, with just a little chub, but a decent enough cock to get the job done. Long and thin, much like deer are known for, but plenty to grab a hold of and stroke as quick as I could.

We had to prepare a bit when we first got into the room. We took one row of desks and gently angled them in towards one another, decreasing the space between them as they went further back into the room, until the last two seats were just about touching. Those were the two seats we took, and with a little clever backpack and notebook placement we were able to hide most of the action. He flipped his notebook sideways so the cover would hang off the front of his desk, and with that blocking the view, my paw was able to slide behind and grab a hold of his groin without looking too suspicious.

We pulled it off pretty well I'd say. He managed to keep his moans down, and I managed to keep my motions to just a few flicks of my wrist. It was pretty hot, I'm not gonna lie. I was hard as a rock while I was doing it, all while trying to hold my twitching ears and tail steady from the fear of being caught. Scent… well… a few of the people around us knew what we were doing for sure. But then again I told everyone I knew to sit by us, so they all weren't too surprised with what I was up to. Some even offered to be next!

Anyway, I managed to get him off with a little hard work. I was even able to sneak a picture of his cum dripping down my clenched paw underneath his desk. Then, with a sly little grin, I slid my paw back and quickly licked off the evidence. That almost got me busted as everyone around me quickly turned to watch me do it, silently cheering for me to make the sexy show even sexier. Thankfully the professor only paused for a second before we all turned our attention back to him as innocently as we could.

Man I love having the attention to myself though, and I love proving stereotypes right! I dunno, there's just something super fun about meeting, and then exceeding someone's expectations of what a fox can be. I don't half-ass anything, especially when it has to do with my own ass. If society thinks I'm slutty, then by fucking God I'm going to be the biggest slut there is. September Slut-off victory here I come!

September 20th

I saw Jake again today, and this time I had no good excuse to get out of it. I'd managed to sneak away from his advances and his attention almost all month, and I was feeling pretty good about it. But he knows I'm in the contest, and he really wants to help. He even offered his room up, and told me that he could give me at least two if not three loads. Results come out for week three tomorrow, the final check-up before the dash to the finish line, and I was feeling a little nervous after talking to Arthur and hearing all the stuff him and his Master had planned. Maybe it was just meant to psyche me out, but still… it was a risk I wasn't willing to take.

So I went through with it and finally said yes to get Jake off my back. Ugh God, I'm glad I just had to bend over and let him go at it. I didn't have to look at him, I didn't have to watch him… I just had to wag my tail and moan. That was enough for him, although it took even longer than either one of us would've liked. I swore that he would tire out before he could cum, and as I felt him slowly weakening I finally began to push back a bit, driving myself onto his shaft and saving the day with a few tighter squeezes of my rump around him.

I still only got one load and a picture of a full condom from him, and I rather quickly rushed on home to take a shower afterwards, struggling to get the smell of him and whatever cologne he tried to use to mask his nasty scent out of my nostrils. I'm so glad he didn't ask for any oral. I don't think my muzzle would survive getting that close to him and his junk. God forbid if he wanted to make out or something… Ick!

Switching topics to something much more fun, I might have found someone to bring into the slut-off next time! I think I finally found an elusive snow leopard that might be game to try his luck in this competition. I still have to talk to him a bit, but he seems cool. Met him at a threesome with this big rhino I kinda half know, and he even gave me a load of his own after the rhino was spent. How sweet of him to add to the total, right? His name's Andy, and I think he could help take some of the loads away from Arthur as well as he knows Arthur's Master. I'm sensing a few things I could use to my advantage here… sneaky fox senses tingling!

September 22nd

My grades are suffering. Remember that part about me being able to slow down and focus on school for a bit? Yeah… well… cocks have a funny way of stealing my focus rather quickly. I missed an important assignment that was due for one of my major classes. Like, not even half-assed something to turn in. Like, completely gave zero effort into trying. I'm not too proud of it, but… I'm still in the lead in the slut-off totals! Seventy one for me and sixty five for the rabbit. I knew I could make 71, and I still have a few days to go to bring that total up even higher. A sacrifice worth taking? Eh, let's hope so… that means a lot more work I have to do in order to catch up and get a somewhat decent grade later. My GPA isn't stellar to start with really, but damn if my libido doesn't get in the way more often than not. College is for experimentation and such, right? Who has time for this learning stuff when I've got some real life experiences to get out of the way!

Speaking of life experiences… I almost had one I really didn't want to experience… at least not by anyone I didn't already know. I have a favorite public bathroom I like to do my business in since my roommate isn't exactly… well… cool with random gay sex going on in our small dorm room all the time… or ever. The bathroom is one of those locking unisex ones, almost like a family bathroom if you will. It's in a building in the middle of campus that almost no one uses, so it's perfect for a quick hookup location. It's almost been my second dorm room this month, and my scent is still strong each time I walk inside. Not to mention the strands of red and white fox fur all around the place that even the cleaning staff can't seem to get rid of.

So me and a bull were going at it, rather hard I must say, with the big guy grunting up a storm as he held onto my hips and viciously pounded away. Somehow all that noise didn't make it out into the hallway, and one of the three people that actually use that building decided they had to take a potty break. Well, with all the heavy slapping going on I didn't hear any knock on the door. Only when it opened up with a rather loud squeaking noise did I know something was up. I could've sworn that I'd locked the door like always, but with a big and sexy bull ready to get down to business, well, things like that have a way of slipping my mind I suppose.

As that little flash of white hallway lighting shot in I felt the bull behind me do his best to spread himself out and make himself bigger. His rear and back were facing the door as I was bent over the toilet, mostly hidden from the door's line of sight myself by his large frame. Before I could even turn my head to look I felt his paw quickly grasp onto my tail and pull it into a tight clamped ball, hiding the last bit of me from whoever was at the door.

“Hey, knock first!" he shouted back with as loud and angry of a snarl as a bull could. It was quite intimidating as it even left me shaking a good bit underneath him. I didn't see anything, but from how fast the door shut after that shout I don't think the other person saw much either. I heard a sudden squeak before a few loud footsteps began to echo out in the distance.

I was a little worried about the intruder to be honest, but the bull kicked right back into bucking when the door closed once again. That quickly took my mind off the situation. He wasn't as shocked as I was, and the interruption didn't interfere with his erection as it still pulsed freely inside of me. He even came a moment later as if nothing had happened, getting his picture before cleaning up quickly and casually. We slid out of the bathroom together, although I was almost hidden in the bull's shadow as I walked through that door right behind him. To my slight surprise and relief there was no one there to meet us, or even see us stroll down the hall and out of the building together. I think I'll take a few days off from that bathroom, just in case they have someone watching it. I have other places I can go after all...

Jake contacted me again too. That damn clingy bear won't leave me alone! But I gave him the slip and avoided most of his messages. I told him I'm too busy to hang out later too. Hopefully that works… although once again I doubt it.

September 25th

Alright, the last big push! I don't know if I'll find time to write again before the big day as I have a good bit planned, and plan to do a LOT of hunting to make up for all my friends I maxed out on already. I did manage to finally get some work done though. I turned in a make-up assignment to my prof for skipping that major one and at least got SOME points, so I'll take it. I feel like I caught up with most other classes too, but that work has let Arthur catch up to me in the load count. I know he has big plans, and his Master knows more people than I can ever hope to, but I'm still confident that I can push on through and win.

The one thing that could possibly hold me back is other foxes. I'm a good looking guy for sure, but there are a few others around campus that are finally getting into the game at this point in the semester. With so many options for tops around it's hard to crave the same rather common fox over and over again, even if we are the best fucks around. But still, it's only three loads I'm asking for - they should be able to stomach that at least, no matter how common a fox hole is. The other foxes can have the ones I've already gotten three loads out of if they want, but they need to stay away from any fresh faces! They're mine!

The worst part is that we all kind of know each other, and a few of the regulars on the app are friends of mine. We've done… things together. We've done a few shows for people and parties, and even acted like brothers or twins for a few people who are into that sort of thing. Most of them are cool guys. They know my game though, and I can only promise some of them away with future access to the cocks I need now. Some of them take delight in stealing away the new people from me though, taking pride in outwitting and out-maneuvering me to get to the best cuts of meat. It's all in fun, but… so help me if they make me lose this contest… I'm looking at you Steven! I know where you sleep at night!

Jake won't leave me alone either. He keeps telling me that he owes me two more loads, and… eh… I want to say no, but… every load is going to count. If I have some spare time, and he's free…. The thought makes me shiver, but….

September 29th

So… much… action… It hurts just thinking about it. I thought I'd be fine for a small group of horses since I'd been doing super extra duty all month. But horses are still horses, and damn… it feels like I went a few rounds as their punching bag and not just their cock sock. It hurts to breathe sometimes as they REALLY know how to hit deep, and they're not shy in doing so. Hopefully that wasn't a fatal mistake to take all of them on in one big group. I still have two days to go… and fuck, Jake is calling me again. I don't have anything better planned… this is the first open time I've had in the past few days. Last week Arthur was only six loads behind, and I know he likes to go big at the end… ugh, fuck! I think I have time for a quick dicking and another shower if Jake has an open place… I've just gotta keep telling myself that it's all for the contest… it's all for the glory! Not every moment can be perfect… sometimes you've gotta get down and… ewww...dirty...

October 2nd

FUCK YEAH! Fuck yeah, and owww… That about sums up my day yesterday and today. I slept in on November 1st as I was going hard up until midnight on the 30th, hopping from room to room and sending text updates to the otter trying to keep track of all three of us. I'm sure all of our nights were crazy, but all that hard work paid off! At least for me anyway, and maybe the otter as he probably had a few good wanks at the pictures flooding in. I'd done it! The Sluttiest Species Award is once again in its proper place… probably shoved up a fox's butt like everything else. If it was inside mine at the moment then I don't think I could even feel it though… that's how bad things have gotten back there.

Eighty-nine loads for me in one month… in one of the shorter months even. Almost three per day, although spikes and depressions in the rate certainly came and went. I swear that I can still feel each and every one though. Ah, God... it's hard to sit down and type. Hell, it's hard to lay down and type... it's hard to EXIST and type. I know it's not something you'd hear me say often, but I think I'm good on sex for a little bit. I'll probably take a few days off, just to rest and recover. Even thinking about sex right now makes me hurt in places that I'd rather not.

I had to give in to Jake… twice… in order to get the title. But, you know what? At that point I didn't really care. I was in pure load mode, and he was just another guy giving me another one. But, at the same time, he did leave me feeling a bit strange. After our second session I felt him trying to be cute and cuddly once he finished up. He nuzzled his nose into the back of my neck as his paws slowly slid over my chest and fur, trying to keep himself inside of me as long as possible. It was then that he whispered, “I love you," into my ear with a little rumble in his throat afterwards.

It wasn't the first time that I've been told that. Not even the first time this month. Sometimes it was just part of the rush of feelings during sex and it squirted out of people. I usually didn't mind. Hell, sometimes I'd even say I love them back just to get them moaning and thrusting even harder. Getting into the right headspace is rather important during sex for most people, so I'm not above telling them what they want to hear in order to make it happen. But when Jake said it to me it caught me off guard. It wasn't just the fact that I couldn't see myself ever actually loving him, or even lying to him about it. It left me feeling so funny because deep down inside I knew that he really meant it.

Say what you want about me, but I don't think I'm boyfriend material. To settle down with one guy and really LOVE them... I just don't get it. There's so much fun to be had out there that I can't imagine trying to be with just one guy. But love is a strange thing. As I said I've heard the word before, but the MEANING of it... the meaning in Jake's voice... that I can't say I've honestly heard before. That's why he follows me around and almost stalks me, and puts so much effort into finding me and trying to get with me. He doesn't do it for fun, or the desire for sex. He does it because he loves me. And... I don't know what to do with that.

On one hand I like it. The attention it brings is awesome, and to see someone so dedicated to you is rather impressive. On the other hand I don't really get it... but at the same time... I want it. Why does Jake keep trying to get at me when he knows I won't? Does love really have that power? That drive? That sort of connection associated? I've had PLENTY of sex in my time, and it's the best thing I could think of doing, but at the same time I don't really feel attached to anyone beyond it. I'm attached because they're good at sex, but not because... well... love. Or am I, and I just don't realize it? How many people would I enjoy hanging out with even if there was no sex involved? Very few, if any I think... and that part kind of struck me when I heard Jake speak those words...

Eh, anyway, sappy part over! Back to the fun stuff. Arthur came in second with eighty-six loads, and Justin came in last with only twenty five. I kinda feel bad for Justin. He's far too busy and too focused on his school and volleyball work to do well. Maybe we'll have to find another husky… haha. Nah, I love Justin, no matter how busy he is. Who knows? Maybe during one of these things he'll surprise us all and finally claim the sluttiest species title himself…

Nevertheless I got the title now, and I will wear it proudly with my chest puffed up and my fluffy tail raised high! February Fuck-fest is right around the corner though, and I can't wait too long before beginning my training for that. But, before I do, I SERIOUSLY have some school work to catch up on… and a few long spent friends I need to get reacquainted with. I told them not to go three rounds so early, but you just can't stop some people from wanting more.

Hmmm, is that what love is? Wanting to reunite with friends? I mean, it's for sex and everything, but... I do want to see them as well... I think.... gah, I dunno. That damn panda and the lack of cum left in my balls has left me all confused! Eh, I'll figure it out eventually. Just gonna take some time to think about it... some time and a few more Advil... if I can reach the medicine cabinet without collapsing in pain.