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Broken Bonds

It's really hard to put one's values into perspective; some feel that money and power are the most important things in the world, while others just want to live quaint lives with their closest friends. Some measure happiness by their banks while others gauge by Facebook friends lists, or how big their photo albums are.

I, however, tend to measure my worth by what I've done and what kind of impact I can leave on others!

You've heard all the stories before, the college student stripping for cash, doing whatever they can to make tuition, it's all very cliché. I suppose I'm no different, but I don't do it for the cash, I do it because I enjoy it!

It's a sad world when people consider that degrading. There's nothing more rewarding than showing off your body and having dozens of men and women of all ages cheer!

I would by lying if I said it was all sunshine and happiness, however. In time, I'd developed a bit of a friendly competition with Razor, that damn jock who works for Bad Dragon. It wouldn't bother me so much, except he's the cockiest canine I'd ever met. Not only is he the star soccer player at our college, but he also plays basketball and football, and I honestly can't walk by him in the halls without him winking at me, as if to brag about some sort of victory.

See, it wasn't just his attitude that enraged me, but his popularity. When he's not busy on the field, he's working at the Hot Rod, the same strip-club I work for, and when he worked before me, nobody was left to watch me; if he danced after me, I felt more like an opening act than a main event.

What a bastard!

He wouldn't even be popular if not for the fact that he got famous through Bad Dragon! I knew if I had the opportunity, I could be a just as popular as he!

And that's why, on this sunny Friday afternoon I sat in a bland office lounge listening to bad music through the main speakers high above me. I had a single headphone on; the other ear was open in case I was summoned.

A light blue dragoness sat at the main desk, headset in her ear as she typed rapidly on her desktop. She would occasionally look over at me, then go back to talking into the headset.

"No, he just got here...Yes, I know we do...Well, he's got purple and black fur...Fox, I think...yep, bushy tail...no, 'bout 6 feet...Yep, that'll do."

A single ear perked up and I watched her out of the corner of my eye. She must have been talking to her manager about me. I was excited, but I tried not to show it.

"Dirkear? Feyyore Dirkear?" she called over to me.

"Yep, that's me!" I responded as I jumped up, took the headphone out of my ear, and brushed my shirt off. I walked over to her and leaned over the desk. "What can I do for ya?"

She looked up at me with a sideways glance, entirely unimpressed; I'm sure she'd seen dozens of people come in with high hopes, only to be turned down.

I wasn't going to be one of them.

"Well, Duke will see you now. Up the elevator, fifth floor, his office is right there, you can't miss it." She explained then went back to typing.

I could see she wasn't all too excited, so I shrugged and moved on. Into the elevator I went, pressed the button then waited as the doors closed. I straightened my shirt and made sure my collar was centered right.

The elevator dinged as each floor went by. I would say I was nervous, but I really wasn't.

If Razor could do it, so could I!

Ding! The elevator doors opened up and I saw what was possibly the most bland office I'd ever seen. It was like the movies where you just saw an endless expanse of cubicles.

I was a little worried. I wanted in, but I was looking for a modelling job, not an office job. I'd just have to be sure to tell duke that.

Right down the corridor was a big double-door with the word "Duke" above it in the fanciest, scaled, golden lettering I'd ever seen.

Classy.

With a stride in my step, I walked up to the door, took in a deep breath, then went to open it...but I hesitated and instead decided to knock.

"Hello?" I asked as I knocked. I felt almost naughty, like I was interrupting something. This was a 'modelling' agency, after all.

I heard a deep voice call out from within. "Yes yes, come in!" he seemed awfully happy.

I opened the door and saw Duke himself, sitting at a desk in a nice Armani suit, looking up at me from his computer. When he saw me his eyes lit up and he got up rather excitedly. "Feyyore? Feyyore Dirkear?" he asked as he briskly walked across the room, claw extended to shake.

I took his claw in my paw and shook firmly. "Yessir, that's me!" I said confidently.

"Sit, sit." He said as he motioned towards a particularly comfy chair with a slit in the back for tail comfort.

I happily obliged.

Duke rushed back around and sat back on his chair. "My boy, allow me to start by saying, you are genuinely gorgeous!"

I blinked in shock, looking down a bit, a gentle blush forming on my cheeks. "Well, thanks sir, I do try to keep myself well."

But he wasn't done, "The purple, the black, it goes so well together, what a nice contrast....and the ears, nice and big, I like that. Tell me Fey...it's okay if I call you Fey, right?"

I nodded quickly.

"Okay Fey, tell me, what brings you here today?"

I straightened myself out and sat up straight, nodding and prepping myself. "Well, sir, I am here because I am seeking a modelling..."

He raised a claw to me to stop me before I finished my sentence. "No, Fey, don't feed me that crap, just tell me straight up why you're here."

I looked around nervously...I had no idea what to say for a second. My ear twitched as I thought. Then, having gained my confidence, took in a deep breath and spoke. "Sir, I am here because I want to show off."

He clapped and smiled, laughing a bit. "Now THAT'S the answer I wanted to hear!" he got up and walked around the table, motioning for me to get up. "Come with me!"

I got up and followed him to a door in the side of the room, no labels on it.

"Okay, now, you know what we have here. Dragons, gryphons, horses, dogs, you name it. What we DON'T have is a fox. We have a canine, yes, but we all know foxes...well, you have a reputation."

I stopped dead in my tracks. "R-reputation?" I asked, ears slightly drooping. I was a little disappointed that he wanted me to fulfil that 'reputation'. I wanted to be myself.

He had his claw on the door handle, but turned and looked at me, a single eye raised. "Yeah, reputation. Everyone has to have a reputation. Horses are well hung, dogs are athletic, gryphons are majestic, dragons are powerful, cats are egotistic...foxes are...well, you're cock warmers."

The way he said it, I couldn't tell if I was supposed to be offended or just accept it as fact. I mean, we all know just what our reputations were, but I was here to be someone's bitch, I was here because I wanted to beat someone!

"Well, erm...I was kinda hoping I could prove that we could be more than just living condoms, sir."

Slowly, my hope of having a place at BD was dwindling. Either they wanted me to be someone I wasn't, or they were gonna can me for being a pain.

Duke chuckled a bit. "Heh, you've got spunk, I like that. Follow me." He said as he swung open the door to reveal what I figured was his own personal photo studio. Couches, cameras, canvasses, and backdrops for modelling. All white.

"Sir? I'm confused, I thought you wanted me to be a stereotype..."

He just grinned. "Kid, I get dozens of guys in here wanting to model for us. Some are so desperate they just bend over backwards - or just bend over - if you get my drift. I like your style, so come here." He walked over to his camera, flipped a switch to release it from its tripod then motioned for me to go over in front of the backdrop.

"Over here?" I asked as I positioned myself.

"Yep!" Duke chirped; then took a picture. "Yep, like that, okay, undo that tie of yours!"

"My tie?" I asked, confused. Was he really getting to the posing so quick?

He poked his head out from behind his camera, one eye-ridge raised. "This is an audition, you know what kind of stuff we do, let's see some fur. Just look at the camera sexy, and undo it slowly." He instructed as he motioned for me to get to it.

I shrugged and gripped the tie around my neck, staring at the camera with a sly smirk, the tip of my tongue poking out of my muzzle.

I guess I was just getting right to it! No point in being shy, right?

Click-click-click! His camera went off many times, taking many pictures of my pose before we moved on. I took off the tie, unbuttoned my shirt, and stripped my whole upper body until all that was left was my pants, dozens of pictures per pose taken.

Now I felt like a star! I was thinking my audition was about up, but I kinda knew deep down inside I was only halfway there. I knew I'd be showing a bit more before the day was through.

Only about ten minutes had passed before he stopped.

"Alright, I think that's good for now, Fey." Duke told me as he put his camera back on its tripod. "Want a drink?"

I lowered an ear, somewhat curious. "Well, I don't drink alcohol...if that's what you're asking."

"Nawww, don't have any of that here, I don't want to look like I'm trying to seduce you or anything." He went over to a big water cooler and poured us both a glass of water.

"Well, um, don't you want to see more?" I insisted. "I mean, this is an adult modelling agency, is it not?"

Duke stopped dead in his tracks. "By golly, you are absolutely correct! Once again, kid, I love your attitude! Alright, lemme see some pink!" He put the cups down and got right back to the camera, getting it ready. The cups were ignored.

I leaned back and unbuttoned my pants, slowly pushing them down, the tip of my sheathe showing for the camera. Lots of pictures taken as I slowly pushed the pants down to my knees, showing my bulge in all its glory, balls and all.

"Very nice, nice form Fey!" Duke was praising from behind the camera. "Pull it back, more pink, you know you love it!"

And I did! I've stripped plenty of times, but I was rarely asked to go this far so I was happy to oblige.

With a paw on my lower belly, two fingers on either side of my sheathe, I pressed down, the fur parting as my glistening pink tip poked out from the mound. A small breeze of cool air tickled the tip as I exhaled, making me gas a bit.

Duke loved it! "Yes, more of that, go slow, I want a lot of pictures! This could be good!"

My breaths shortened as I applied a bit more pressure to the sheathe, another inch of pink emerging from the fur, expanding as the flesh was released from its protective sheathe. I could feel the sensations as the cock pressed against my inner flesh, as if I was slowly entering a female, the thought making my shaft thicken in excitement.

"Oh Fey, get the blood pumping! Nobody wants a limp dick, that's just not sexy!" Duke continued to take snapshots, he would come up close to get some juicy details, then fall back to get some profile shots.

I was loving every second of this, not just from the attention, but I was getting a little excited on top of it.

Bored of fighting with the pants, I started to pull them down, my member poking at my belly as I did so, but Duke interrupted me.

"No, wait, do that slowly, but turn around and raise your tail, look back at the camera, tease it!" he demanded.

And I obliged. Shuffling around on my bound legs, I aimed my rump at the camera, looking back with a grin, one hand slowly pushing down the pants as my other hand slowly ran it's way up my leg, around my rump, then got a good grip at my puffy tail, lifting it up and exposing my puckered-up tailhole. The cool air on it was startling, but not unpleasant in the least.

I could feel my shaft thickening. I knew I had to get the knot out before it was too big to breach the sheathe-hole.

I stepped out of my pants, letting my tail lower itself as I stood back up and pushed down hard on the sheathe until one growing bulb of my knot popped out, color flowing to it as it filled with blood. With another push, I got the other bulb free. Cock now fully exposed, I hurriedly left the backdrop to find a chair.

"Hey..." Duke protested, but stopped when he saw my glistening shaft bobbing around as it grew. He just leaned back down and took more pictures as I did my thing.

I grabbed a chair and repositioned it to my liking, then slumped down on it, tail sticking out the back as I got comfortable. I looked back at the camera, showing off my growing shaft as I licked my maw.

This was fun, more fun than I imagined! I only hoped it wouldn't end so soon.

Cock exposed, throbbing gently as it grew, I wrapped my paw around the knot, applying pressure. My entire nether region tensed up as a shot of pleasure coursed through my body, as small bead of precum emerging from my tip.

My whole shaft was glistening wet with my juices, the knot was slowly growing in my paw, and given my position, my maw was only a few inches away from the tip. When you have a 9-inch member, auto-fellatio wasn't as hard as you'd think.

I only wish I was hung like a horse, but I was no slouch on my own.

Teasing the camera, I stuck my tongue out in a cute face, allowing Duke to take a few pictures before I leaned in to lip the single bead of pre from my tip! I gripped my own knot firmly and pulled up, the tip penetrating my maw, allowing me to suckle on the tip, the pressure of my paw on the knot making my cock continue to throb, each pulse shooting yet another small spurt of precum onto my tongue, which I greedily swallowed.

The scent wafting up from my cock permeated my nostrils, the taste of my own pre tickled my tongue, the feeling of my cock throbbing in my paw, all of it threw me over the edge.

I admit, I lost some inhibitions.

The taste of my slick shaft on my tongue made me want more, I needed to release. I didn't damn well care if I was showing off in front of some sleazy CEO, I was enjoying this!

I gripped below the knot with one paw, gently enough to feel good, but firm enough to keep it straight up. I could feel each and every pulse of my heart in the base of that knot as it was pulsed gently against my hypersensitive paw-pads.

I reached up with my other paw and rubbed my thumb in the crook of the tip, my palm wrapping around my throbbing member. I tried to keep a sexy look at the camera, as Duke was enjoying every click of the camera at this point, but I couldn't stop myself!

My eyes fluttered half-closed and I arched my neck back as I rubbed my palm against the shaft. I could feel my whole member throb and pulse with every beat of my heart, which was getting faster and faster. Each tensing of my cock resulting in another small stream of hot, sticky cum splattering on the roof of my maw, or on my lips, which I greedily licked off.

I was writhing in my seat, my jaw clenched, foot-paws curling in on themselves in pleasure as my forepaws explored my slick, musky shaft and thick, throbbing knot. I didn't want it to end, but the voyeurism in me had me turned on to no end! I knew I was getting close.

And Duke did too. He was getting in close to me, getting as many close-up shots of my shapely member as he could, getting some nice images of my the beads of precum oozing from my tip before he raised a paw to me, telling me to slow down.

"Okay Fey, hold that thought, I have an idea!" he said as he got up and walked away.

I reached out to him in protest, a squeak escaping my maw as I felt my member soften a bit a bit, the mood being interrupted in a wholly unpleasant way. I wasn't sure if the teasing was good or not.

"Duke, can I finish here?" I asked meekly, my ears flopping down in disappointment.

"Not yet, I have an idea for ya. This is a lot of fun, you're golden, let's just try something here!" He put down his camera and went rummaging through a box against the wall. "Tell me Fey, do you like toys? Or are you a top-only boy?"

I whimpered gently, cock still in hand, "Um...I do like to be stuffed, yes."

"So you're bi then?"

"Um, yessir." I replied meekly. "What have you got in mind?

He didn't answer, just kept rummaging through the box until he got himself a leash, which he held up for me to see. My ears flattened against my head. I normally didn't like leashes, but I did have a multicoloured collar, which I'm sure he was intending to get the most out of.

"W-what are you going to do with that?" I asked timidly, my cock bobbing up and down, the tip poking at my chest with every breath.

"Oh, I'm not doing anything." He explained as he tossed the leash to me. "Put it on, please."

I did as I was told, and clipped it to my spiked, rainbow-coloured collar, other end of the leash dangling to the side, the leather gently brushing up against the side of my knot. "That good?"

Duke just nodded, then grabbed a cellphone out of his pocket and dialled someone. I was curious so I got up, the leash dangling behind me; my cock was no longer fully erect, so it was dangling down a bit, bobbing with every step.

"Yep, it's looking very good." Duke was saying into his phone. "No, not him, yeah, I know that one, that's what we need! Okay, send them both up, and dear, don't forget the leashes." He clicked his phone shut then nodded at me. "They'll be here in a moment." He assured me.

I didn't waste time with chitchat, or asking who it was, I didn't want the surprise ruined. Instead I just kept a paw on my shaft, gently stroking myself to keep myself in the mood. My knot was at half-mast, as it were, and my shaft was somewhat soft, but no worries. I was more than intrigued when a knock was heard at the door.

"Duke, sir....the talent is here." The somewhat muffled voice said from the other side of the door.

Wait, I knew that voice! That was....that was Razor!

A gentle growl escaped my muzzle, but I silenced it immediately, I didn't need drama, not here, not now.

Unfortunately this revelation was ruining my mood.

"Come in, Razor." Duke called out.

The double-doors swung open, and there was Razor...with a large feral purple dragon-wolf walking alongside him, leashed up, same as me. I recognized him immediately as the mascot for the Fusion toy. Equal parts canine and draconian. Knots, ridges, and a nice tip for ease of penetration.

I felt myself get hard again, all competitiveness gone, the feral in me wanting to take over...now I just wanted to play!

"Feyyore?" Razor asked as he saw me, cock still at half mast in my paw. "Feyyore Dirkear?"

I nodded slowly, not sure what to say.

"Well hey, I didn't know you'd be here!" He came over to me and gave me a big hug, the Fusion obediently walking alongside him. He didn't even take notice of my member poking at his thigh.

I awkwardly hugged him back, I was confused...he wasn't acting the cocky, brash person he usually was.

I was going to ask, but Duke butted in, "Okay Fey, give Razor the leash, and get on all fours!"

I was understandably hesitant, but then did as I was told and got down on all fours. My mind was split, half of me wanted to just get up and leave, or protest; the other half wanted to do what I was told.

"Now, let me think here." Duke was pondering aloud, rubbing his chin. "Okay, Razor, guide the two mutts around, as if you were walking them!"

Razor nodded, taking the leashes in hand as I led him around the room until we were back at the backdrop, my throbbing member Duke taking pictures all the while.

I felt my collar tug on me, pulling me back. I turned around and glared at Razor, who was looking down at me smugly. I growled a bit, I almost wanted to jump up at him, but it wasn't long before Duke came up to me and surprised me by putting a muzzle over me!

"MRPH!" I tried to protest, but he just put a foreclaw to my nose, shushing me.

"shhhhh, be nice now, good boy!" he cooed, then looked up to Razor, nodding at him. "You know what to do!"

Razor wrapped the leash around his paw until only a foot or so was left, and he pulled back on me as if I was some disobedient feral!

"Get him!" Razor instructed the Fusion. Before I could get up, the canine-dragon hybrid leapt at me and tackled me, pushing me over onto my side! He was burying his scaled and furred muzzle in my neck as he nibbled gently. I could tell he wasn't attacking me.

Not in a ferocious way, at least.

I laid my head back and raised my paws, letting The Fusion explore my neck and chest a bit. He was burrowing into my fur, nibbling and nuzzling and just being overall affectionate. It wasn't until he made his way down my belly that I felt his whiskers tickle my cocktip, the gentle sensation making me tense up, my cock getting firmer once again.

I could feel his warm exhalations on my exposed flesh, the moisture and heat giving a healthy glisten to my cock. That sensation didn't last, however, as the canine began to lick at my member, the precum and musk attracting him to that area.

He was very thorough, licking all up and down my shaft and knot in short, brisk licks; his tongue was a gloriously pleasant mix of the texture of a dragon, and the soft malleability of a canines, so he didn't miss any inch of my shapely member. As he was burying his face to get the bottom of the knot, his chestfur tickled my flesh, a sensation that made me tense up in pleasure, another sticky gob of precum dripping from my tip and gumming up my bellyfur.

The fusion eagerly lapped it up, then took a moment to try to lick my tip to get more of the sweet, sticky substance. Every touch just made me whimper gently in pleasure.

At this point I'd entirely forgotten about Duke, instead my head...both heads...were focussed on the extremely eager pup that was teasing me with his every generous lap of his tongue.

It wasn't long before I felt a tugging on my collar indicating that I should get up, so I did, getting back to all fours, muzzle still firmly in place so I couldn't make a peep.

As I got back to all fours, Fusion walked around and buried his nose under my tail, an act that had me instinctively lowering my tail to cover myself. It didn't work, that just made him nuzzle in there deeper, his warm breath and wet nose getting the better of me.

As soon as he managed to reach my tailhole with his muzzle, it was like a flip had been switched! My tail, no longer resisting, slowly rose to allow easier access to my pucker, so he dove in. The Fusion's muzzle sniffing, rummaging around, and exhaling onto my moist sphincter got me excited in a way I hadn't ever thought possible, the pure feral sensation of being thoroughly inspected before a mounting had my cock throbbing harder than it had yet.

I reached down to pleasure myself, but was met with a whip from a riding crop on my arm. I looked up at Razor, who was looking down at me with a scowl that said if I tried that again, I wouldn't like what he did.

I whimpered and reluctantly obliged, my fully bulbous member dangling between my legs, each pound of my heart resulting in another rise in tension, an act that had my cock slapping rhythmically on my belly-fur.

I did my best to enjoy those sensations.

The Fusion, however, was not content to just sniff anymore. He let out a little yip, then began to lick at my hole! The sensations threw me over the edge! I raised my tail, spread my legs a bit more, and leaned down so I was on my elbows, I wanted him to do everything he could to my hind end, I didn't want it to stop!

I could feel short streams of precum escaping my cock, I could hear the gentle splashes as it landed in the small puddle that was forming beneath me. It's scent filled my nostrils, but I could do nothing about it; if I tried to pleasure myself, I would get whipped and my muzzle was bound, so I couldn't even lick the tip to sample the sweet sticky fluid I was producing.

I felt a slap on my rump, but I didn't dare look up, I was enjoying the sensations too much!

"Up boy!" I heard Razor instruct me.

But I didn't want to get up, I wanted to...

I felt the feral canine rub its muzzle along my tail, then placed a paw on my rump for leverage before he hopped up onto me!

Evidently I was mistaken, it wasn't me he was telling to get up.

The Fusion was massive! I was not small myself, but as I felt his weight press down on me, his hot breath on my neck, I knew I was in for a ride!

This canine was no slouch!

I felt both his paws wrap around my waist as he arched his back, pressing his hips against my rump. I could feel he wasn't hard, but I didn't care! The sensations were too much! The warm breath on my neck, the powerful foreclaws gripping my hips, the pressure of his hips against mine, all of it was overpowering!

I tried to pant heavily, but it was hard with a muzzle on, so I just pressed my chest on the ground, my arms wrapped around my head for support, I needed to be firm, if I didn't, I would fall forward or down.

It wasn't long before he started thrusting his hips against me! "mmmrrrh!" I moaned in pleasure as I felt his pointy tip poking at my nethers. I could feel every small spurt of precum splattering on my fur and flesh, only half of it was actually moistening my pucker, the rest was just splattered on my fur, then rubbed around by his sheathe, spread all over my nethers.

Not a drop of his pre was wasted, it was lubing my tailhole up nicely, and all I could think about was what it would feel like to have it penetrate me, ridges and all!

His furious thrusting just aroused me further, I was writing in pleasure as my imagination ran wild! I went to pleasure myself again, but stopped before I got whipped, I didn't want to disobey! But my cock...it was so moist and hard! It needed attention! It wasn't long at all before, after much failed poking, I felt that first lancing of my tailhole by his rigid member!

He didn't just push in, and have it stay in, he kept thrusting n and out, it was gone as soon as it came, but I felt every inch! The fleeting pleasure left me wanting, and a whimper escaped my lips every time, but I didn't wait long before he pierced my flesh once again, his ridges catching on my hole three times for every passing, twice per thrust. It was so fast, it was almost like it was creating a gentle, weak vibration inside me! The sounds it made were like wet flesh slapping against itself interspersed with small drops as his precum dripped onto the floor between my knees!

Razor, who still had me by the leash, kneeled down beside me and stroked my ears, treating me like a feral as he cooed at me, "It's okay, he'll get you, just be patient!" I knew he was right, each thrust was going just a bit deeper, I could feel his still uninflated knot pressing against my hole each time, gently parting my cheeks with each thrust.

I spread my legs as far as I could and pushed back, I wanted every inch of him in me! I could feel his draconic tip poking at my fur and the flesh around my tailhole, and every time it got close I let out a cute squeak or moan.

It was so sudden! One second he was thrusting wildly, aimlessly, the next, I feel a thickening, ridged knot impale me! I felt every little sensation as his slowly growing knot spread my flesh apart, each ridge stimulating me deep inside in ways I didn't think possible.

"YIP!" I let out as much a yelp as the muzzle would allow as my tailhole was penetrated, but this wasn't like the others, his knot stayed inside me as he continued to hump furiously, each thrust only moving his cock an inch or so, yet every inch felt like a full thrust to my tender, sensitive hole! His knot, which was only at half mast, was still exerting enough pressure on my flesh that even the slightest movements created enough friction to coerce another drop of precum from me.

Even just one ridge penetrating me or pulling out, distending my tailhole before it was released, would cause a spurt of my own pre to ooze out, the puddle beneath me growing quickly!

Each thrust, just a little bit deeper, and with each thrust, the knot was getting more and more resistence from me! I felt a sharp pain on my neck as he clamped his jaws on me for leverage, and it wasn't long at all before I felt his half-hard knot pierce my depths and almost instantly swell! I clenched my tailhole shut, I wanted it in me! I didn't want to have it slip out while still swelling, then it'd never get in!

Slowly but surely, his rock-hard cock filled me, my tense muscles keeping him deep inside me! The sensation didn't hurt, it was remarkably filling, but it wasn't nearly as painful as I'd imagined! The massive knot was growing within me, and I felt every bit of it as it pressed against my inner walls, its tip spurting deep within me.

I could feel his heartbeat inside me; same as my own, it would throb ever so gently, but even the slightest pulse felt like heaven to my tender, sensitive hole. I'd never imagined what it was like!

Once his knot was firmly lodged in me, he stopped thrusting, and instead just let his pulsing cock act as a plug. He may have not been thrusting, but with every breath and every slight change in position resulted in just a slight shift inside me, which, when coupled with the intense pressure, created a heavenly sensation beyond words! I could feel myself getting slowly filled with dragon-canine seed, a sensation that made me feel bloated in the most wonderful way.

He released my neck from his jaws, the saliva dripping down my fur as he tried to hop off me, his cock tugging at my tailhole. I could feel the thick, bulbous knot rotating inside me, aided by the seed sloshing from side to side in my bowels.

I felt him take a step away, his knot pressing against the inside of my tailhole, distending it a little, I had to clench to keep it in, so it didn't break loose.

I groaned a little as the knot rotated in me again, it's textured flesh rubbing against my own. As he rotated, he tugged again, a small spurt of dragon cum erupted from my hole, escaping the knot-plug and running down my leg.

"MRR!" I let out a shocked moan, as I could literally feel my flesh pressing out with the knot, my greedy hole not wanting to let go.

Neither did I.

I felt another tugging on my collar, it was razor trying to draw me away from my knotted bliss. Like a stubbourn mule, I refused to take his lead, and instead pushed back on the knot, the fusion and my hind ends pressing against each other. I could feel the knot get sucked in, fully past the muscle-ring that held it in place, his cocktip pressing against my inner valve in an almost uncomfortable, but still mostly pleasant way.

Razor just pulled harder, and so did the Fusion, who must have been trained well, as he knew precisely how to tease, and in that moment, with Razor tugging from one end, the Fusion tugging at the other, I felt the thick, throbbing knot pressing against my P-spot, and I had my first hands-free orgasm!

Pleasure having built up in my nethers, both inside and out, I felt the warm tingly sensation of an orgasm building, then erupting from my cocktip, splashing and exploding on the floor beneath me, specks of cum dabbling my fur. I shuddered in pleasure and tried to moan, my tailhole loosening up just enough that the Fusion's knot literally exploded from me, cum splashing out and dribbling down my balls and trickling all the way down my thighs. The sensation of orgasming just as he pulled out, all the friction building as my hole spread as far open as it ever had, made me cum again, another spurt of cum shooting from my cocktip.

I could still feel myself full of his cum, so I pushed out, the remaining bit spewing from my gaping tailhole. This just excited the dragon-wolf more, as he quickly turned around and started lapping at the juice, eventually making his way to my oozing tailhole, his tongue exploring me and even penetrating my extremely sensitive hole.

Suddenly, movement! Razor was getting up, and he was reaching towards my maw! Expecting some sort of rough play, I tried to pull away from him, but he just dove forward and unsnapped the muzzle on me, releasing my jaws.

I let out a deep sigh, looking up at him, I could do little more then let out an aching groan and have my lower jaw tremble as I felt my tailhole being rimmed vigorously.

He raised an eyebrow and just yanked on the leash, turning me around roughly, the canine was just licking his lips eagerly, he wasn't licking his own nethers, which were In clear sight, and I'd now seen for the first time. It was truly massive, far larger than the toy would have you think, even larger than my own 9-inch member. It was a deep red, so deep in fact it almost resembled a purple, with veins lancing across it's length. His knot had to have been a solid 4 inches wide!

"Go on, suck it bitch! Clean it off!" Razor Demanded of me.

I happily obliged. I leaned down and took his cock in my forepaw, my own cock slowly deflating from having recently come.

I licked up that cock like no tomorrow, cleaned it all off as well as I could! Loving laps tracing his length, my tongue-tip burrowing in underneath his ridges, trying to get every bit of fluid, and I could hear a whimper escape his maw with each touch. It wasn't long before it was all gone, and there was no more cum for me to lap up.

"GOOD!" Duke exclaimed...I had entirely forgotten that this was still a photoshoot! "Great stuff all around!"

The canine's cock retreated from me almost instantly as it slowly shrunk and was sucked up within his sheathe. As soon as the last vestiges of his cocktip disappeared to his furred sheathe, he got up and licked my face playfully, tail wagging happily.

"But....but this was fun!" I said meekly. "I don't want it to end!" I protested.

A wide, toothy grin spread across Duke's face as he let out a gentle laugh. "I was hoping you'd say that! Tell you what, get some clothes on, we'll work something out!"

I let out a deep sigh, my tailhole still tingling from the sensations, still leaking dragoncum as I got to my feet slowly. The Fusion came over and nuzzled my hand, indicating he wanted to be scratched, so I did.

I pressed my tail down over my hole, trying to keep as much of the seed in my as I could, I didn't need to be leaking on the way home.

I took off my collar and handed it to Razor, who sneered at me, not in a viscious way, however, more like a devious 'we've got plans for you' kind of way. "Hope you had fun, little fox...."

I rolled my eyes and hung my head, ears flopped down. "Yeah..." I said meekly, not wanting to admit to Razor just how much I liked it.

We all chatted a bit as I got dressed, discussing the potential to put it in a magazine. Duke had me sign some paper giving away full rights to the images he took, I had to deal with some paperwork concerning my age and residency, then he handed me a big envelope with cash in it. I thanked him for his time, he enthusiastically thanked me back, and I was on my way.

One week later, I picked up a BD magazine with my face on the front. "Broken Bonds" was the title of the article, turns out it was a nice play on words, on how I wanted to break tradition and be dommy instead of the subby fox.

It was a nice way for the editor to give me some credit.

I liked it!

I'll be sure to go to see Duke, Razor, and the Fusion again, who knows what they have in store for me next time.

The End

• Written by Runa Merone.