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We two foxes stood only a few feet apart in the field, its yellow-green grass wafting in the breeze. We wore nothing but jockstraps, mine purple, Jason’s pink. There was nobody else around for miles.

“Are you ready, Alex?” he asked, his golden eyes wide and wild with anticipation, anxiety and lust. His pelt of brilliant orange and white well-kept and recently brushed. I was looking forward to messing it up.

“I’m ready.” I said, patting down my own coat, made out in black, gray and silver.

“On three?”

I nodded.

We counted simultaneously: “One… Two… Three!”

Jason pounced without hesitation, catching me off-guard and sending me backwards, crashing down into the grassy meadow as the full force of his leaping body made contact. The ground was soft and yielding the impact reverberated through my body. I was in pain and Jason was over me, straddling my torso and baring his fangs.

“Little bitch wasn’t ready for a real fight, huh?”

My heart was hammering. I slid my paws under his chest and pushed him hard off of me. He twisted and fell to the side. I flipped over and brought myself up into a crawling position.

“Fuck you Jason,” I said. “Going all in straight off the bat. No wonder you always blow your load within five minutes.”

I made to grab for him, but he was back up on his knees and had a moment to prepare. We ended up wrestling, squeezed in the other’s arms, but this was no hug. Being knocked down so early had pissed me off; I opened my muzzle around the side of his neck, sinking my teeth into his flesh enough to make sure it really stung, but no more. Not yet.

Jason let out a sound partway between grunt, yelp and moan. “C-can’t wait to get a taste of me, huh Alex? M-may as well just give up and bottom now. Save yourself a few b-bruises.”

I bit a little deeper. Another yelp. Deeper still until I tasted the telltale metallic tang that meant I’d drawn blood. He yelped again, loosened his grip on me. I shoved him to the ground and took my place over him, straddling my pathetic slut of a boyfriend.

He was yipping and complaining at me like a helpless kit at the slightest injury. The damage my teeth had done was so minor the wounds would likely already have sealed, leaving nothing more than some slightly darker patches of red in the fur on the left side of his neck.

“Bitch! We don’t normally do that!”

“You got a problem, prey? If I see a juicy piece of meat, it’s mine to do what I please with.”

I was fully into it by then, and I could feel my tip tenting my jockstrap as the time to take him drew nearer. I moved a paw to Jason’s crotch. He was getting hard too.

He used the lusty moment against me. With claws out he gripped my hips and scratched down my flanks. The sensation sent a tingle down my spine. My tail whipped involuntarily behind me.

“F-fuck yeah. Good boy, finally fighting back,” I said, head thrown back, enjoying the moment, every scratched inch, every jolt of pleasure and pain.

“Shut up, stupid slut.” He dragged his claws back up, digging a little deeper than before.

With a sudden, springing snap, my jockstrap broke from my waist and fell between my legs, rendered useless by Jason’s claws. My sheath sprung forth, bringing my peeking cock into contact with air as a fine spray of my pre spattered his chest.

“What the fuck? We don’t do that,” I whined.

“Call it a day of firsts.”

In my moment of surprise he tried to shove me off of him, but despite my newly bared privates I was ready for it. I managed to grab his sides as he went for it, instead of being shunted away I wrenched him with me. We ended up tumbling sideways down a gentle incline as we growled and wrestled for the top spot, the fighting perpetuating our roll until, at last, I was pinned.

His paws were on my upper arms, his full weight pressing down on me, making it impossible to free myself. He grinned wide, showing off his sharp-toothed smile, affecting the telltale smugness of a cat and practically purring.

“All your self-aggrandized yapping just to end up pinned? One of these days, you should think before you talk. Not only would it make you less of an insufferable prick, but you might actually learn a thing or two if you stopped filling the air with your whining.”

My forearms flailed, trying desperately to latch on to any part of him and failing. Maybe the brat really had beaten me, claimed me as his prey. My uncovered dick sprouted further from my plump sheath and dribbled enough pre that I could feel splatter onto my balls.

“Kiss me,” I said in a huff. I was a pent up and pulsing furball of need, adrenaline, aggression and frustration all rolled into one, and I wanted him.

He grinned, growled, and did as I said.

That was when I knew I had him. Rookie mistake, taking orders from prey. It was when our tongues tangled that his posture relaxed, that he pressed down on me with less force and attention.

Mid kiss I jerked my left arm to the side suddenly, it came loose right then and there and he barely even had time to pull away from my muzzle by the time I had my claws to his chest. I could see the hurt and shock in his wide, glistening eyes, but they only made me want to claim him more. I smirked as I dragged him rightwards off of me and sent him reeling. He rolled through the grass and ended up face down with a barking yip. At this defeat the fight seemed to leave him. He had recognized the higher power. His predator.

I brought myself to my paws and knees and went after him on all fours. He was crawling away. I pounced. My eager paws found his well-rounded rear, and in their eagerness dug into him. I dragged myself over top of him by that hold, my claws dragging down the sides of his buttcheeks in the process, leaving cuts in their wake: shallow, but red and ever so slightly beading blood at intervals.

“Ffffuck, Alex, that fucking hurts!”

“Shut up and take it, bitch.”

I crawled fully over him after that, his kicking and bucking ineffectual and little more than another turn on. At first he kept on trying to wriggle away, but I was soon able to pin his shoulders to keep him face down in the dirt. This was it. He was mine.

Jason continued to whine and complain and struggle, but it didn’t matter. There was no getting out of this. I had won and he was my prize. I ignored his protests and dipped my head, opening my muzzle wide and clamping my teeth around his neck. Not gently, per se, but with intention only to quiet my prey, not maim him.

Quiet he did, his body went slack as every remaining ounce of fight left in him evaporated all at once. All he could do was whimper quietly, utterly defeated as I maneuvered my hips to slide my pre-freed shaft between his cheeks. I was humping on instinct, my tip jabbing at random in the vicinity of his tailhole and matting his fur with pre, until at last it found its mark.

Feeling the warmth of his hole, I plunged straight in without reservation, grunting my pleasure around his neck. I took him, rough and hard, the sex itself merely the finale of our battle for dominance. I was all adrenaline, lust and carnal desire. I made no attempt to make things sensual or romantic. I didn’t heed his meek complaints about how his butt hurt with me slamming into him like that, considering all the scratches I had given him. I didn’t care. He was mine to do with as I pleased.

I used him like a sex toy, ramming him full of canine shaft with no regard for anything but my own gratification. Quickly, my sheath had swollen with my knot. The gunshot action of my hips responded only with an increase of speed, taking full-power shots at his rear as he remained pinned and near-limp beneath me.

In the heat of the moment my teeth sunk a little further into his neck, causing a fresh round of whimpering whines to eject from my prey and jets of my pre to spray his insides. I was grunting and growling and losing myself in the moment when my knot popped, at last, popped free. It only took a few more thrusts to lodge it inside of him, his warm inner walls pressuring it from all sides and jetting my pleasure to new heights.

My eyes rolled back as I came, hips still grinding into him despite my movement being limited to near zero with my knot stuck in his ass. My orgasm seemed to extend on for minutes as I filled his insides with my pups, transforming him into my personal breeding bitch.

Eventually, eventually, my heart slowed, my breathing calmed, my flow of cum trickled out and stopped. I lifted my maw from his neck and licked at the marks I had left behind with great tenderness.

“Fuck,” he said, still panting.

“Yeah,” I said.

“That was so hot.”

I kissed his neck over and over. “Yeah, it was.”

“Some of that really did hurt though.”

Looking over Jason’s body I smirked observing how his fur had been ruined: it was dirty, clumped, wild and matted by grime and pre and even traces of blood. I got to wreck that pristine coat of his, just as I’d desired.

“Shut up,” I said.

He sulked. “Next time I’m gonna ruin your ass, Alex, just you wait and see.”

I grinned wide and pulled back my hips to give a good tug on our tie. He yelped.

“I can’t wait to see you try, prey.”