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"Oh my God! You're so big!"

Those are the words that seemed to permeate Patrick's life. They were the words he'd heard so often growing up that they had lost all meaning.

But it was true. He was large.

The fox had been incredibly gifted when it came to, well, _that_department. There was no questioning that. Whereas other boys would say that they were thick or exaggerate their size, Patrick, well...

Patrick had a different life.

When puberty struck, Patrick found himself trying to hide his endowment. As with any male, his body was hardly in his control so he'd have embarrassing moments of trying to hide his large cock inside his jeans. While most other boys would be able to hide themselves tucking under the waistband, Patrick didn't have that luxury. He could do that and still have inches to spare poking out under his shirt.

Hell, airport security had him more than a little embarrassed.

None of this meant that he was some kind of stallion, breeding any woman that walked by either. He didn't have his first kiss until he was 15 and his first girlfriend a year later seemed downright repulsed by his size.

"There's big, and then there's too big! No one could ever take that dick!"

She laughed at him. The fucking rabbit had laughed at him for his size.

After Natalie, he'd endured a lot of whispers in the hall. People claiming he'd been experimented on or that his mom had fucked a feral horse or that he had some disease.

Patrick ate lunch alone most days.

Beginning his spring semester, however, Patrick's luck changed.

It happened like any other day. He was talking with his English teacher. The two of them were discussing his book choice for his Senior Project.

"I think you'll really like Perfume, Patrick," smiled Mrs. Winters. The husky was no older than 30. She was the object of every boy in the class' fantasies. It wasn't hard to see why.

Mrs. Winters was a woman whose every action seemed to send men scurrying off to the bathroom to seek the solace of 4 stall walls and toilet paper. She wore a lot of dresses which clung to her body, hiding nothing. Her black and white fur soft when it brushed against people, a decent bust that got her a lot of attention from boys in her class.

However she was not a pushover either. Any time she taught a class, she would have to clean out the roster by assigning 200 pages of reading that first week and a paper due on Monday. After that first week, all the people who signed up for her classes went somewhere else, unable to handle _that_kind of a workload. Not that the workload lasted. She just needed to weed out the chaff.

"I don't know, Mrs. Winters..." Patrick mumbled. He looked down at the book, biting the inside of his cheek. "Perfume? Doesn't that sound sort of... I don't know, frilly? I don't know if I could write a ten page paper on this."

Mrs Winters giggled. Resting a paw on his head, she brushed the fox's hair down, trying in vain to tame that catlick that always stood defiant on his head.

"Patrick, Perfume is a book about a serial killer. It's a story of obsession and a man whose goal of creating the most perfect, beautiful scent in the world causes him to cast aside all the traces of humanity. He does horrible things because of his obsession. I think you'll be able to make some very fascinating insights."

While other boys in his class would stare at her tits or her legs, it was her smile that made Patrick's legs go weak. When she smiled it seemed like his whole world narrowed until she was the only one in the room.

Patrick realized he was staring at her a bit and shook his head. Color burned into the fox's face, hot, white cheeks matching the rest of his bright fur. His ears pressed flat to his head, cock straining in his jeans, the massive shaft making an obvious bulge in his pants.

"S-sorry, Mrs. Winters. I, um, I think you're right. I think I will like this book."

She giggled and placed a paw on his head.

"If you have any questions, don't hesitate to talk to me, okay, Patrick?" Looking up at her, Patrick could see the specks of blue in her green eyes.

The fox felt a strain in his pants. He'd been so transfixed by her eyes that he hadn't realized that he'd been growing so hard so quickly. Looking down, the fox's face burned hotter.

Mrs. Winters glanced down and gasped. She brought a paw to her mouth. "Oh. Oh, I'm, uh... Sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you." The husky's cheeks burned, their color matching Patrick's. Patrick could swear he smelled her in the air.

"It's, um, It's fine, Mrs. Winters. I just should be going now..." the fox mumbled. Before she could say anything, he turned and ran out of the room.

That night, Patrick came three times thinking about Mrs. Winters.

***

Perfume was exactly as Mrs. Winters had described it. It was sordid and sensual and the way in which Jean-Baptiste killed those women was equal part horrific and arousing which, as far as he could read, was what scholars agreed the point of the whole book was.

And then he reached the ending in which Jean-Baptiste was torn apart by a mob while he wore the perfume he'd worked so hard on--his magnum opus. Which was then followed by an orgy. He was, as ever, equal parts aroused and terrified by this book. Scaroused felt pretty apt to describe his feelings towards the book as a whole.

A few days later, as everyone shuffled off to their buses or cars, Patrick hung back to talk to Mrs. Winters.

"Hey, Patrick," she smiled, the older woman's face lighting up as he approached.

"Hey, Mrs. Winters. I just wanted to let you know that I finished up reading the book. You were right. It was a really great read."

The husky's tail wagged, moving her short sweater dress in time with the sway of her body. Patrick let his eyes drop to the hem of her dress for a moment before darting back up.

"Happy you enjoyed it, Patrick. I know it's not everyone's kind of book but I thought you might like it." She wore a coy smile on her face.

Patrick giggled, looking at her.

"Does that make me a serial killer?"

Mrs. Winters rolled her eyes and poked his nose with her finger.

"That's not what I meant and you know it. I just meant that you might understand the concept of obsession better than most," the teacher said, standing far too close to her student for any semblance of propriety. "You're a very special young man, Patrick."

"M-Mrs. Winters?" Patrick stumbled over his words. The husky shook her head and pulled his head into her breasts. She held onto him, clutching his head and letting his body feel every curve, every crest and valley to her figure. He could feel her breath on the top of his head, his body pressing into hers. Slowly rocking his hips, he fox found himself grinding into her body.

"Patrick, my husband has been away on business every weekend for months... Please, please do this for me."

It never would have taken Patrick much convincing but that gave him a swell of pride. He could do something for his teacher. He could make her happy. He could make her happy. What horny boy wouldn't go for that?

Mrs. Winters grabbed his shoulders and pulled him in for a kiss. The canine's tongue pushed into the younger male's and she giggled at the timid way he squeezed and grabbed her body. His paws went around her back, feeling her body rub up against his.

"Mrs. Winters..." Patrick whimpered, his tongue lulled out the side of his mouth.

She giggled at her pupil. The husky took his paws and ran them under her sweater dress. Patrick could feel her soft fur, the outfit moving up and exposing her red panties to his view. She wiggled her hips, rolling her body up against his touch.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Mrs. Winters giggled. She pulled his shirt up, seeing his svelte, red and white fur.

"Y-yes," he whimpered. The fox looked at her with the adoration that was just how wrong the situation was. She was older than him, she had power over him and was taking advantage of him, but Patrick didn't care. For the first time, he wasn't treated like some freak for his size. He was craved and wanted for it. The fox poked his claws into her butt, his paws holding on for dear life.

"Patrick!" She giggled. The husky's tail wagged the more that he squeezed and pulled on her ample rear. She nibbled on the nape of his neck the more that he grabbed her. "You're an ass man, I see." Her giggle was light and airy and it made Patrick's knees shake. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, it hurt him, making his whole body ache with desire that was being left untreated.

Mrs. Winters and slid down. Her knees hit the ground and she squeezed his crotch.

"Mmm. So hard," she giggled. She unbuttoned his jeans and pressed he nose into his crotch. Taking a deep breath, the husky licked her lips. When she pulled the zipper down, she saw her prize and...

"Oh my God!" She gasped, her eyes looking over the fox's shaft. "You're so big... I mean, I'd heard the rumors but I assumed it was an exaggeration!" There was no exaggeration. Patrick last measured his cock at 16 inches. His cock flopped out under the weight of its size. It went from his teacher's nose all the way back to her neck. She felt a dab of pre drip down the back of her neck. Patrick saw her tongue flop out and drag along the underside of his cock.

"Mrs. Winters," he whined, feeling her smooth tongue swirl around his tip. Her paws rolled the large balls in her paw. Each one seemed to be the size of tennis balls and overfilled the older woman's grasp.

"Call me..." She inhaled, taking a deep breath before her body shivered. "Call me bitch."

"O-okay, b-bitch." He looked down at her and took a pawful of her hair. "Suck my dick."

Patrick watched his teach giggle at his words and opened up. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth and moved her tongue around the bottom. She went down, each inch disappearing into her mouth. It started to poke her throat and she stopped. There was still more of his cock to go but... Patrick doubted it would happen.

The fox had long-since given up hope that he would ever get deep throated. He wanted to, but it was unlikely to ever happen. But seeing her sucking on his cock with care and talent... Patrick felt bold. He grabbed her head in both paws and yanked her down. She gagged almost immediately. The husky whimpered, claws running down Patrick's stomach as he force his cock down. It went down, slipping into her throat until her nose was buried in the white coat of fur on his body. She whimpered more, tears streaming down her face but Patrick wasn't done. He started to pump, fucking her throat with slow, even thrusts which slapped his balls into her chin. She swallowed and whined, loving and hating the abuse all at once.

Patrick pulled her off, and she heaved. He watched his teacher gasping for air and clinging to his pants. She looked at him, stroking his enormous length slowly.

"You're so big..." she whimpered, nuzzling into him, the stink of his musk growing more powerful. "I want to feel you inside of me."

Patrick's face turned to a smile. This was what he was hoping for. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up to her feet. The husky's tail began to wag and he shoved her face first onto her own desk. His paws found those red panties and brought them down. She wiggled her hips--his bitch wiggled her hips. She rubbed her body up against Patrick's large cock, quiet mumblings of lust coming out of her mouth. He took her hips and rubbed his cock up against her body.

"Mrs. Winters," Patrick said. His voice shook, looking down at her. "What about condoms? I don't want to get you pregnant..."

"Mmm. In my purse," she said. Her voice shaking, heavy with pleasure.

Patrick went over to her bag next to the desk. He grabbed a condom and slowly rolled the lubed latex over his cock. It pinched at his shaft, squeezing it tight and being just a little bit uncomfortable. Looking down at her, the fox saw her paw between her legs, rubbing her wet pussy.

"Were you planning this, Mrs. Winters?" Patrick said, going back to his teacher, rubbing the tip against her body.

"M-maybe... I heard how big you were but I didn't ever consider it until I saw you a few days ago. Such a... Mmm... Such a big boy~" Mrs. Winters moaned. Her body rolled into his and Patrick gave her butt a slap from that awkward positioning.

She whimpered, body rolling and rubbing against his. Patrick couldn't help but smile as he watched his teacher desperately try and get his cock into her. With a paw on her tail, he tugged it up high. The fox saw a good view of that ring of muscle right over her pussy. With a clear view, he moved his shaft into her cunt, feeling her swallow it up with her hungry body.

Mrs. Winters moaned. Her whole body went taut and she rolled her hips back against his cock. She seemed determined to fill herself with his huge cock but Patrick was in control. She offered himself to her and he was taking advantage. The fox was tired of being teased and denied all the time. He was tired of bitches being interested in him until they found out that his size would likely hurt. He'd have them all. This woman, this wonderful, tight woman was bringing out something in him that he never saw in himself before.

She squealed. Her body adjusting and accepting his cock as he barreled inside. Mrs. Winters clutched on the wall as most of his cock buried its way into her cunt. But there was still those last five inches or so that were so stubborn to get in. She looked over her shoulder and whined in pain. The husky's ears were flat against her head and she writhed against his body. Her whole body rocked and shook when he slammed in. He could see her knees shake when he forced his way into her silken folds and she squealed all the louder.

"You love my dick, don't you?" Patrick growled.

"Yes!" his teacher cried. She was ablaze in pleasure. Her eyes seemed to be glossed over and even Patrick could smell his musk.

It must have been powerful indeed if it had such an extreme reaction. She went from the confident aggressor to a whimpering bitch so quickly that Patrick had to wonder. Would others react this way? Would he be able to make others his bitch as easily?

"Cum in me!" he heard his teacher whine.

Patrick smirked. He should cum in her. Of course he should. Slamming in, he rammed and battered his way into her cervix. She squealed and gave out sharp gasps of pain but the fox didn't care. He slammed harder. His large balls slapped against her like a pair of tennis balls. She was in such awe at the fox's body, at his size and it hurt her so much but she still wanted him. Patrick could feel the pulses and squeezing around his cock that he knew must be her orgasms.

"Your husband make you cum this much, bitch?" Patrick growled.

At the mention of her husband, Mrs. Winter's ears drooped. She looked shook her head. That wasn't good enough for him.

"I want to hear you say it," he snarled.

"He doesn't! He never has... Oh please don't stop!" she moaned, screaming at the top of her lungs despite still being in school. Surely someone heard. But if they did, they never said anything.

Patrick slammed his cock into his teacher one final time. His cock unloaded its payload into the condom. It strained, going and going until the sheer size of his seed caused the protection to pop. Cum filled her womb. It flooded her body, a high-powered torrent flooding her body and coating her with his musk. He groaned, claws digging into her sides.

"Take it!" he groaned into her ear. His body shook and he felt light, untouchable .But most of all, Patrick felt that what he'd just done to his teacher was only the beginning.

***

The next day, Patrick and Mrs. Winters didn't even look at one another. But he could still smell his own stink on her. He got a good whiff of it as she walked by and the young fox wondered to himself. What did her husband say? What did her husband say when she came home, stuffed with cum, stinking of fox? When class ended, he got up to leave with the rest, hanging back a bit so she would be alone in the room. On the way out the door, Patrick squeezed Mrs. Winters' ass. He knew where he would go next.

Natalie, the girl that broke his heart was with the rest of the cheerleaders. They were in the locker room changing for practice when Patrick walked in.

"What the fuck?!" screamed a rabbit, the captain of the team. Patrick couldn't remember her name but it didn't matter either. No one could tell him what to do anymore.

"Get out, freak!"

Patrick shook his head.

"No," he said. The fox walked right up the captain and kissed her. Her legs shook and her body went limp as the strength of his musk got stronger. When he pulled back, she looked at him with desperate sort of longing that one might attribute to a bitch in heat. But rabbits were so easy to control.

The other girls looked uneasy, they saw how slack and lust-drunk their captain was and Patrick grabbed the next, forcing her into a kiss. The fight was brief. His scent was strong, powerful and it seemed to have the same effect on these girls as it did with Mrs. Winters. Their eyes glossed over and he only had to kiss the two girls before the whole hoard of cheerleaders gathered around him.

"I heard what you did with Mrs. Winters," said Natalie. Her voice was soft, the girls looked at her. "You fucked her."

"Did you now? And did you like it?" Patrick grinned.

The girls all nodded their heads.

Patrick never even heard a response. They were immediately on top of him. The women were straddling him, grinding and growling as they forced him to the bench. His pants were forced down, leaving his bare ass on the wood of the bench.

"I-I forgot how big this is!" Natalie said. "I'm sorry about what I said before, Patrick. This isn't too big." Patrick watched her bite her lip, looking the shaft over and rubbing herself slowly, a gasp escaping her lips.

"Weren't you complaining about the size before, Nat?" asked the rabbit he'd first grabbed. She slid her panties down and Patrick could smell the distinct scent of bunny cunt in the air.

"Shut up," Natalie said. Her nose pressed to the base of his balls, breathing his scent in deep. "It's perfect," she said, more to the shaft itself than anyone else.

They all murmured in agreement, and that's how it began.

Lips went over his cock, sliding and kissing with care. Tongues worked the underside and the scent of the musk was far greater now. He grabbed the nearest cheerleader and pulled her onto his face. With a quick tug to the side, he could start licking her cunt, lapping over it with a quiet groan of appreciation. He didn't even know this girl's name. She was an underclassman and a dark gray cat and he licked the pussy's pussy with care.

Down at his impossibly huge cock, he felt a pair of wet lips slip over his tip and start moving down. The girl in question squealed. It was Natalie. The German Shepherd that broke his heart was the first to start sliding down his cock. He growled and bucked up. She gasped and he let her ride him slowly. It felt good to see her change, to see her want him. She was finally where she should have been all along and she loved it.

The best part of having a dick as huge as his was that even as was bucking up into the snatch of a dog, he still had plenty of cock for the other girls to share. His cock was prodding at dog's tight cervix and still he felt a pair of tongues on either side of his cock and a mouth on his balls. He didn't stop just because they were there though. His pounding shaft smacked hard, and they would giggle, and slurp loudly. The whole situation was getting a bit much for Patrick.

The fox shoved the cat off. She grumbled quietly but he looked at her and spoke.

"You're next."

The black cat nodded her head, color burning into her cheeks.

He pushed the other girls to the side and grabbed his ex, slamming away at her. His cock couldn't get any deeper, but he still battered it into her, each time he filled her, she gasped and whimpered in pained pleasure. She looked at him and whined.

"Breed me, Patrick!"

The fox did just that. His cock slammed away, battering her poor, abused walls until at last he came. His seed shot out, burning hot and filling her. The size was the most impressive thing for the girls. They all gasped when they saw just how much cum was shooting out of Natalie's crotch. She whined and writhed in place, riding him and rocking her hips with a whimper.

That whole afternoon was a blur of pleasure. Every time one bitch would get off of his cock, another would take her place. Patrick, the gentleman that he was, gladly filled them all up. Even his last load, the smallest by far, was still larger than the average male's spurt.

One of them, a cheetah girl, took pictures of the ordeal. Patrick had no idea that she had sent a picture of the sloppy aftermath of her cunt and body to her boyfriend. When he got dressed, he felt Natalie's arms around his waist.

"Call me?" she asked.

Patrick shrugged. He had options now and it took more than one fuck to apologize for he rumors she'd spread. The girls whined when he said he had to go but he promised that he would see them soon.

***

Life for Patrick changed drastically after that day. He'd become a more confident person. His school was practically is personal harem. Every time that he would show up, he'd have girls show up to try and please him, trying to grab at him and being so careless that he got sent to the principal once. The Hyena glared him down in her office but a quick fuck and he was on her good graces, with the promise to weekly meetings.

His musk seemed to get worse as it went on. Every time he would have sex with another classmate, the musk seemed to grow stronger. In PE, he actually had another guy corner him.

"You fucked my girl!" The tiger growled.

Patrick shrugged, looking at the tiger that was bigger than him and could do some serious damage to him. He did seem to remember a camera shutter from a phone that day in the locker room. But so what? No one there was forced to do anything they didn't want to.

Everyone wanted Patrick.

"Yeah, and she begged for it," Patrick said. It was true. He'd seen how many women were begging for his attention. He gave it to them all.

"What the fuck is your problem?" the tiger growled. His breath and spit coated his cheeks. But Patrick stood his ground.

"My problem is that I haven't had a bitch to serve me today," the fox said.

He shoved the tiger down and pressed his head against the tight gym shorts.

The tiger was his immediately. His ears fell and his tail went still. Soon after, soft chuffs left the throat of the tiger, nuzzling into Patrick's cock.

"You'll do."

The fox never expected to get blown by a guy before, but he was horny and the muzzle was there. It seemed to make sense. Dick meet hole.

So Patrick, in full view of the other guys shoved his huge cock down the throat of the tiger. He held him there, letting him swallow and slurp along his red cock obediently. The other guys all looked away uncomfortably. Patrick roughly fucked this asshole's throat hard, each time he slammed in, he could hear him whimper in complaint but the fox wouldn't listen. He just went to town; each time he slammed down, his cock would twitch.

No one would comment on how easy the tiger swallowed that cock, but it was clear he had practice doing it.

Patrick didn't give the tiger a favor. He pulled his cock out and shot his load out over the face of the tiger. It kept going, ropes of gooey seed coating his bitch. Really coating, as each part of his body seemed to be hit by cum. He would stink of Patrick's cum, another bitch for his harem.

"Tell your girlfriend hi for me," Patrick grinned.

The tiger didn't say anything, but the next day, during lunch, he met Patrick in the bathroom and sucked him off again.

So life for Patrick was changing dramatically. His sex drive was a constant and he seemed to excel with anyone he tried to sleep with. He wanted them, they were his. The power of his musk and the size of his dick made it nearly impossible for anyone to say no to him. The quarterback shoved him against the locker room one day and kissed his neck. His body ran up ad down the fox's neck. That poor golden retriever bounced on Patrick's dick for hours after practice.

People were obsessed with him. It was flattering, really. The way they threw themselves at him was erotic and it was such a feeling off desire that Patrick wasn't used to. The power went to his head. Even Natalie would get her body used by her ex from time to time. She always seemed to want more from Patrick but the fox wouldn't have it. She'd broken his heart, she didn't deserve anything more than to be used.

But nothing was like graduation.

Graduation rolled around and many of the girls at his school were visibly pregnant under their gowns. It was a point of pride for Patrick to see them and know that they had all been bred by him. They had all bent over, gasped and moaned and brought him to peak inside of them. They were his bitches, all of them.

On graduation though, Patrick had something else in mind. He knew that Mrs. Winters would be announcing his name for graduation. So he planned the coup de grace of his time at school.

When the husky called his name, he heard his family cheer. He went up the podium and shook her hand. She blushed a little, turning her face away and Patrick went behind her and growled in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you."

She didn't even have time to argue.

Patrick pulled his gown off, showing his naked body and shoved her over, hiking her skirt up. The fox heard gasps from the crowd at what was happening but he also was seeing the effect of his powerful musk. He saw that his classmates were starting to strip and bend one another over.

It was an orgy, a beautiful, passionate orgy and Patrick was at the middle. He slammed his cock into his teacher, not stopping until he felt the kiss of her cervix. He pulled back and slammed in again. His cock was forcing its way into her body, getting the poor, needy wife to squeal and gasp into the microphone. She wagged her tail in the fox's grasp and he didn't slow down. His pumping body slammed into hers and she gasped loudly the more that he used her. The woman whined, body shaking.

She was his. They all were his. The school was filled with people who were nothing more than toys for Patrick to play with.

"Please!" she whimpered. "Harder!"

The fox laughed.

"Not asking for a condom this time, huh, Mrs. Winters? You want this too badly."

She nodded her head, moaning into the microphone, her lewd gasps filling the air as she gasped for breath.

"And your husband?"

"He doesn't fill me up like you do!" She whimpered. "No one can!"

That's what Patrick wanted to hear. That's the words he always loved hearing from a bitch. And she was his first bitch. All the others were fine, but his moments with Mrs. Winters, in her car, in the classroom, once in their backyard while her husband slept...

She was his favorite prize.

Slamming inside, he did just that, his shaft slamming into her tight body, rocking her back and forth as she just shivered violently. Her whole body stung with pleasure the more she was fucked. His balls smacked into her pussy, his shaft going past her cervix now. The poor woman writhed, body quaking as she was violently fucked. Her tongue lulled out, head swimming with pleasure.

Looking out, Patrick saw his fellow classmates participating in the debauchery. It was a mix of fur and flesh and moans and gasps. No one seemed to escape the passion that was on display here.

His paws grabbed Mrs. Winter's tits, squeezing them hard in his hands while he kept that harsh pace going into her body. She squealed, clenching around his cock as she was so entirely fucked. Her body shivered around his cock and Patrick could tell that she was cumming by the way her ass smacked together. He'd gotten very acquainted with the way her body reacted since the beginning of the school year.

His hips slammed inside, shooting out roped of his cum deep into the womb of his teacher. His large balls twitching as they unloaded life-giving seed into her tight, clenching womb. She was his, the whole school was his. This was his magnum opus, one that Jean-Baptiste could be proud of, an orgy without death.

Patrick found himself thinking to college. If he owned this school so completely, how much would he own his college?