Shopping Mauled
Note: I'm bored, so here is a story about a super fabulous fox and his favourite place in the world: the mall. This is a very dirty story.
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Shopping Mauled by Sanada
"Oh, home sweet home!" Tracey said with outstretched paws as he stepped in through the glass doors. A few furs gave the diminutive black fox a curious look, but he didn't care as he pulled his sun glasses off and tucked them away in the pocket of his faded blue jeans.
The vulpine grinned as he passed the second set of doors, his tail flapping about happily behind him as he stepped into his own private sanctuary of commercial goods and clothes. Westview mall; his heaven, his home, his favourite place in the world. Well, second favourite. The dance floor at the rave club downtown held that lofty title in the flighty little fox's heart.
Tracey inhaled deeply, making a grand show of his entrance, breathing in the mixed scents of hundreds of furs and the deliciously sweet smell of the cinnamon roll kiosk to his left. It was like some kind of strange perfume to him, and Tracey was likely the only one in this whole building who could truly appreciate the collection of odours. A mix of cultures, styles; salty, sweet, bitter. It was what he lived for. Aside from those crazy nights at 'Lulu Gaddi's' club. The mall made for a nice get-away from the strobe lights and technicoloured outfits of the club-goers.
Adjusting his tight, white button-up dress shirt, Tracey double-checked to see if he had his wallet. Good, it was still right where he had left it. His left pocket. He wasn't sure, having tossed the pair of jeans haphazardly onto Chris' bedroom floor the previous night. Oh, that indisputably dominate sheltie was a peach. He had even been so kind as to give him a good ride this morning; when they had woken up.
The mall was pretty crowded today, but the vulpine had come to easily accept that for face value. It was a Saturday after-all. If the place wasn't packed, Tracey would have assumed the apocalypse had finally arrived. With a sassy smirk to himself, he made his way through the throngs of people, knowing exactly where to start his little day of adventure.
'Grind Me Up' was the preferred coffee joint, and Tracey would gladly dispute their quality with anyone who dared to say otherwise. Sure, it was a little more expensive than the cheap place at the food court, but with freshly ground beans made daily, it was totally worth it.
He lead with his nose, catching that delicious aroma from down the way. A large coffee, two cream, three sugar and very well stirred. His mouth began to salivate simply thinking of the aromatic flavours and taste of his first brew of the day. Something caught his attention though, distracting him from his thoughts for a split second. A stunning, full length mirror displayed in the front window of 'Haute Home Décor', the very expensive but oh-so-trendy furniture emporium.
With gold-plated, gilded edges framing the magnificently polished glass, Tracey caught his own reflection gazing back at him. He struck a pose, placing his paws on his small hips and cocking his head up and to the side. Yes, he was most certainly a fierce little vulpine. With forest green eyes and perfectly kept fur, Tracey cut the figure of either a very pretty, flat-chested woman, or a guy who clearly took vanity to a whole new level. Three rings hung from his right ear, silver in colour and dangly from the bottom in a row. His other ear was devoid of jewellery. His fur was pitch black and glossy, though he wasn't entirely monochrome. A patch of what started just under his muzzle, running down over his chest and in between his thighs. Another patch of white covered the tip of his ebon tail, appearing as if he had simply dunk the thing into a canister of ivory paint.
When he had finished checking himself out, long enough to at least garner a few stares from those in and outside of the store, the fox continued on his way, back on his journey for that fine cup of coffee.
'Grind Me Up' was one of his favourite stores in the mall. On the days he spent his afternoons here, he would come back at least two or three times before leaving. A fox like him needed the caffeine for all that shopping after all. How else was he going to have the energy to lug around several bags at a time? The interior was nicely furnished, with a long wooden bar to his right where orders were placed, and further down the line, handed out. In front of the window were a few booths, made of fine leather and almost always occupied. A single lamp hung above each table, shedding just enough ambient light to give the place a classy feel. At the back of the main room was a stage, made of polished hardwood, akin to everything else here. Wood seemed to be a focal point in their designs, and Tracey thought it accentuated the atmosphere rather well. In the evenings, they would have a few independent artists play a few songs for their patrons, but not tonight. Tonight was open mic night, with subjects varying by weekend. Comedy some nights, or poetry other nights. Tracey rarely stuck around long enough to see either much; Saturday was his club night, and he needed a new outfit for later this evening.
Stepping up to the counter, he placed his order and handed the clerk a fresh five dollar bill he had gotten from the bank before heading over here. Not before giving him a very suggestive, flirtatious grin though and making the cute little bat reach for it. He couldn't help teasing him just a bit, but he was well within his power to get away with it. Everyone here knew him by name, or had at least seen him enough to know what his order was off by heart.
"Your change?" the winged anthro said, handing him a few coins. Tracey waved his paw.
"Keep it," he said, giving him a playful wink. The bat blushed a little, rubbing the nape of his neck before tossing the change into the tip cup at the front of the register while Tracey went to grab his steaming mug of java. "I'll see you again in a few hours," he said to him as he walked out the door with a spring to his step.
That first sip was like ambrosia. So good and Tracey savoured the delectable combination of freshly ground, imported beans, smooth cream and some sugar. A perfectly divine combination.
He found an empty seat outside of the shop, setting himself down gentle in the fancy wrought iron chair and leaning back, casually sipping from the paper cup as he watched everyone else going about their business. The inside of the shop was packed, but people rarely sat in the small, outdoor (in a sense anyway) bistro-esque area on the outside of the lacquered wooden walls. As such, Tracey was able to enjoy some quiet solitude alone with his thoughts as he sipped his coffee.
He scanned through the crowd of people casually and for no better reason than to occupy his mind. A smirk spread across his dark muzzle whenever some particularly cute guy would walk by and he found his gaze following after them. The intermingled scents of tens, if not hundreds of furs assaulted his senses, but not so overpowering that he would be forced to cover his nose. On the contrary, Tracey liked the bizarre concoction of dog, rodent, feline and anything else. It was the smell of a mall.
Tracey took his time with his coffee, his mind meandering down various avenues of thought. He plotted his course of action, what stores he would hit first; where he would stop for lunch and where he would go after that. The club didn't open until later that night and so, there was plenty of time to do everything he wanted to accomplish.
With a final swig from his cup, the fox picked himself up from his chair and tossed the empty paper into the garbage bin, before starting off towards the opposite end of the two-floored building. His pace was casual, and he strode and dodged between elderly and young fur alike on his way. All the while, his sparkling green eyes would take quick ganders at anything that caught his interest beyond the glass walls of the shops he passed.
As he passed 'All Things Plastic', a sudden urge filled him. Tracey looked down at his groin with a frown and took a detour down a hallway towards the restrooms. As much as he loved coffee, he hated just how badly it made him have to relieve himself afterwards.
His shoes clacked against the tiled floor of the empty hallway. A slim paw grabbed the doorknob and he stepped into the room, his nostrils assaulted by the stench of urinal cakes. The vulpine blinked, waving his paw in front of his nose before moving towards the row of stalls towards the back. Once again though, he found himself gazing back at his own reflection in the mirror, his image distracting him. At some point during his walk, the collar of his shirt had flipped up on one side.
"That won't do at all," he muttered quietly, fixing up his shirt and quickly running his paws over his chest to smooth out any wrinkles in the material. "Much better."
His ear twitched then, and Tracey turned to the door. The heavy blue portal remained shut and he hadn't heard anyone else come in, or seen for that matter. No, someone was in here. It wasn't that which caught his attention, so much as the sound that he had heard. A dull pant, as if whoever was making the noise was trying their best to be as quiet as possible.
Tracey's nose twitched and the faintest of scents found its' way to him; of dog. More pointedly, of a dog's arousal. A terribly wicked grin spread across his muzzle as he headed off towards the stalls. Using his keen sense of smell, Tracey found exactly which one was occupied, and moved to the one next to it.
More panting and the sound of a paw gliding over slick flesh. The fox found it hard to hold in his giggle, but he somehow managed to will himself to remain quiet. Whoever was beside him had either not noticed or heard his entry, or simply didn't care. Maybe that's exactly what he wanted, another person in the room. Tracey chuckled to himself quietly. It wasn't the first time the flirtatious little vulpine had come across that.
If that's the case, Tracey thought as he looked down at his crotch. The urge to relieve himself had quickly been forgotten as he rubbed his jeans. Even the sound of the dog jerking off beside him was getting him wound up. The panting was quickly growing heavier and Tracey fished himself from his jeans, undoing the button and fly with masterful dexterity. The tiniest hint of pink had emerged from his white-furred sheath and the vulpine used a finger now slick with saliva to coax himself out further.
He could spare the time to take care of a little something, and he just knew that the mutt beside him likely wouldn't mind lending a paw or otherwise either. Tracey's paw pads slide along his growing member, a delighted smile on his muzzle as he watched himself grow harder at his own touch. He used his thumb to rub the tip of his cock, smearing a little drizzle of precum over the length of it before he gripped himself; pumping a soft, delicate paw along his length.
His unknowing partner's ears perked up and he cast a look towards the wall beside him. A quick sniff alerted him to the other male's presence finally, but he continued to jerk himself off slowly.
When he felt he was far enough along, Tracey slipped to the floor in front of the toilet, using one paw to brace himself against the wall, while he slid forward. He heard a shallow gasp come from the dog before quickly being followed by an appreciative murr. Tracey's grin widened when he heard the other male shift in his seat, before reaching down and taking hold of the fox's drizzly cock. There didn't need to be any words between them and Tracey certainly didn't mind when that warm paw began to slowly jerk him off under the stall.
Tracey eased himself forward a little more, leaning up against the wall of his stall and giving the dog a little more to work with. His supple pink tongue poked itself out of his muzzle as he clenched his eyes shut, letting the pleasant sensations carry him along. He had good paws; strong, firm and obviously used to jerking off another guy. Normally, the fox would have been the one to reach his paws down, but today, he felt a little different. Well, perhaps more for the time being. Despite already getting off this morning, what could another bit of play hurt?
There was a shuffle of clothing on the floor, and he figured the dog had gotten off his seat and onto his knees like he was himself. He bucked slowly into that paw, feeling his slender, slick length against smooth paw pads. Tracey craned his head back, groaning as the other male began to work him over, pawing at the flesh with an eagerness matching his own.
Good dog, he thought to himself with a wry grin. The smirk faded, turning into an open-mouthed tongue-lull when he felt something else brush against the tip of his drippy cock. A nice warm dog tongue began tracing along the underside of his member, and Tracey couldn't help but groan at the feeling of the saliva-slickened flesh upon him. He was now feeling pretty thankful that no one else was in the room.
His canine companion, a Siberian husky with a beautiful white and black coat was down on all fours now, his rump pressed up against the far wall and his tail flapping about excitedly, curling up and over his back. With one paw, he steadied himself against the floor, while the other gripped the base of that mysterious cock poking up from under the stall beside him. His tongue circled around that drizzly tip, collecting the pre that spilled forth and swallowing it hungrily before letting his velveteen appendage follow the pink shaft down to the base, where a pair of white-furred balls hung. He teased the orbs for a moment, cupping them and suckling on them just long enough to get a moan from whomever this mystery person was before moving back up and engulfing the tip in his muzzle.
Tracey gritted his teeth, but his muzzle remained contorted into a seductive grin as he held himself against the wall. The dog had begun to slide his muzzle down over his drooling sex, adding a fine coat of saliva and spittle to the pre-soaked flesh. If only he could buck his hips a little more, to force the dog to take the entirety of his length, but this would have to suffice. He wasn't really complaining though, having some strange mutt going down on him was not only pleasing, but very, very hot. Without the face-to-face contact, Tracey was free to imagine just whom he wanted his partner to be.
His cock slid into that nice warm passage that was offered by the dog's muzzle, and he could feel his tongue slurping along the underside of his length. Soft lips wrapped themselves around him and began a nice, steady bobbing motion. Tracey's paws fell from the wall, instead bracing behind him as he sat on his knees, while his ebon, white-tipped tail wagged excitedly behind him.
A paw was added to the mix, stroking along in the places where the muzzle wasn't occupying, making for a nice combination of a paw job and muzzle job. He was pretty skilled, and Tracey had to guess that this obviously wasn't the canine's first time doing something like this. His ears twitched to the sound of quiet moans and a paw running over thick, drooly cock. The mutt had returned to pawing himself off, keeping in time with his muzzle movements along Tracey's supple flesh.
The vulpine rested his head against the wall, riding on the sensation of having that hot, dog slobbering over his dick. He could feel the tension building inside him, his knot forming. It would only take a few firm tugs to get him to blow, and he wondered how far along his partner was. He got his answer in the form of a shallow, muffled bark and the sound of liquid splattering against the floor. Tracey felt something sticky and warm against his leg, and he dropped his gaze from the wall to see a bit of cum sticking to his knee. The fox smirked mischievously.
The moment didn't last however, when a white furred paw reached under and took hold of his knot. Tracey let out a gasp, throwing his head back as the intense sensation of a tie enveloped him. Another tug, and the fox slammed a paw up against the wall, fangs bared and a look of sublime blissfulness etched itself upon his muzzle. One more grope and the fox blew all over the husky's muzzle, over his tongue and across his nose.
The diminutive vulpine panted hard, covering his mouth with a paw to keep from moaning too loudly. The smell of sex reached his nose and he couldn't help but lick his lips as the dog milked the last few drops of warm vulpine seed from his cock. Tracey let out a content sigh of relief before scooting back and plopping himself down on the toilet again. He could hear the fumbling of a belt buckle and then the stall door swinging open. The sound of water running from the sink and a happy canine sigh before the bathroom door swung open and then closed unceremoniously behind. The fox was alone.
Tracey leaned back in his seat, enjoying his afterglow. It had been a long time since he had gotten an anonymous blowjob, and he couldn't deny how hot it was. The dog was good, and made sure he had gotten a mouthful. Emerald eyes dropped to the floor and Tracey let out a quick laugh, seeing the streaks of white upon the grey tiles.
Shortly after, the fox walked out of the bathroom, having finished his original intention for coming down this hallway. The vulpine walked with a spring in his step and a semi-hard cock in his pants. He had made sure to clean himself off a little, else the scent of male spunk would tail him for some time. He rounded the corner and entered the main proper of the mall again, heading down towards the next place of interest.
Tracey smirked a happy little smirk to himself as a smiling husky walked by him, giving the fox a wink. The vulpine paid it no further heed; the feeling of denim and cotton and silk were just out of paw's reach.
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"Oh, this is just cute," Tracey said aloud to himself as he pulled a shirt from the rack. The shirt was small and tight, even for him but that was exactly what he wanted. Even if it showed off some of his midriff, the fox knew just how wild it could drive a few horny guys that he knew. Ever the tease, Tracey added it to his already growing collection held on his forearm. The heavy weight of a few pairs of pants, some shorts and a couple of shirts were starting to take its' toll.
The fox eyed his handsome pile of acquisitions with a bemused smirk. Everything had been carefully selected to accentuate his already lithe, curvy form. His tail flicked about behind him as he made his way down the narrow isle, letting his eyes wander through the myriad of fabrics and colours. A happy sigh slipped from his muzzle. Yes, this truly was his home away from home.
A few of the employees would come up to him now and then, asking if he needed any help finding anything. A quick look at their attire quickly had the fox telling them 'no, I think I'm alright'. If they could barely dress themselves, the style-conscious vulpine didn't want them trying to find things for him. He had a better eye for himself anyway. As if they would know what kind of things he was seeking.
One clerk however, a tiger roughly the same age as himself came up to him after a time.
"Sir, would you like me to put these up by the register for you? You've an awful lot that you're carrying. I can hold them up there for you, or in the dressing room if you prefer," he said with a warm smile. Tracey glanced down at the pile of clothes in his paw and then handed it over to the cute, stripy feline.
"A dressing room will do, thank you," the black fox replied with a wink. His pierced ear twitched, the jingle of metal resounding when the rings clinked together. The tiger nodded and headed off in the direction of the change room with Tracey's clothes in paw.
The fox watched him go, emerald irises scanning over the feline's frame. He kept in good shape from what he could gather, and his tail swished and swayed about behind him in a pleasant fashion. A toothy grin found his muzzle when his eyes fell to the tiger's cute rump, his jeans framing it nicely. He was the only male amongst the employees, but something told him that the big jungle cat fit in rather well with a room full of women. Much like himself.
When the tiger named Cory (the fox had taken a quick peek at his name tag when he had stopped before him) disappeared from view, Tracey went back to perusing the walls and stacks of clothing. He found a nice pair of vintage wash jeans, perfect for his size amongst a pile of similar articles. The faded blue denim was certainly appealing, but a look down at himself made him place the pair of jeans back. He already had too many similar things hanging in the closet of his home; there was no need for a fifth. Or was it seventh? The fox shrugged to himself mentally and proceeded to walk around the store.
He found another cute t-shirt in his meandering, as well as a new pair of sunglasses. The old pair he wore had started to become scratched on the lenses, and so it was time for a replacement. The black frames had a touch of golden glitter on either side, but not so much as to make them tacky. The fox grinned to himself as he slipped the plastic frames on, gazing at himself in the mirror.
"Fabulous!" he said, striking a pose. His tail curled around his leg before unwinding and flicking behind him. One of the girls at the register snickered quietly, but he didn't care.
Satisfied with his haul, Tracey sauntered over to the dressing rooms at the back of the store. His ears twitched to the sound of someone rummaging around behind the small counter and he grinned when that same tiger popped his head up from behind.
"Find everything you wanted?" he asked, motioning with a paw to the pile of clothes to his left. Tracey nodded, adding his latest finds to the stack of clothing.
"I did! Now, can you direct me to an open stall? I'm going to want to try some of these on and see how well they fit before shelling out the credit," the vulpine asked with a playful flick of his metal-studded ear. The tiger nodded, hefting the pile of clothes in his paws and grabbing a key from the wall. He motioned for Tracey to follow, and the ebony fox did so.
They came to the back of the room, to a stall at the far end of the row. Tracey could hear; and smell the mixed scents of people using the other rooms, the sound of ruffling clothes and buttons snapping music to his pert little ears. Cory handed the pile of clothes to him before unlocking the beige-coloured stall and swinging the door open.
"Here you are sir," he said, stepping in and giving the vulpine some room to deposit the neatly folded stack of clothing onto the bench.
"Thank you very much," he leaned forward to get another look at his nametag. "Cory. You've been very helpful. I'll have to tell the manager about how much of a doll you've been."
Cory blushed, the white fur of his cheeks almost burning. He rubbed a striped paw behind his neck and dropped his gaze to the floor bashfully. Tracey did what he did best to cute guys like him; he let his pink tongue peek out of his muzzle, giving a seductive smile that could set any male; straight, gay or what-not a flutter. Cory's blush got deeper.
"Oh. Well...that's not really totally necessary," he started but Tracey held a finger to his muzzle, silencing any objections. The tiger slumped back against the wall, a nervous smile on his whiskered muzzle.
"No, no. I insist! You're a good employee, I saw you going around and helping everyone else out. Unlike the girls here, you, my friend...seem to have an eye for what should and shouldn't be covering a person's body," Tracey said, letting his finger trail down to the dress shirt covering the tiger's finely toned torso. The top few buttons were undone, exposing a sexy tuft of fur and Tracey's paw quickly traced lower along that v-line. Cory tensed beneath that teasing finger, letting out a shuddering sigh.
Tracey pulled his paw away after a tense, flirtatious moment, letting out a quick giggle before turning to the pile of clothes. He held up a pair of jeans towards the bigger feline, whom took it readily.
"Be a dear Cory? I want your opinion on these clothes. I just don't know if I want some of them, or all. I'll try them on, and you give me your thoughts. I'll get you out of helping out some boorish preteen girl so you can help me instead. How does that sound?"
Cory gulped nervously, looking down at the pair of denim between his paws, but he nodded slowly. Tracey was flirting with him; he would have to be deaf and blind not to be able to see that. The slinky little vulpine had a charismatic air about him, and Cory found the fox's clean scent to be very appealing indeed, more so when the ebony vulpine slipped his shirt over his head and hung it from one of the hooks, exposing his slim body. Black fur ran into white just under his chin, which made up the focal point of his underbelly; a beautiful contrast of colours in his fur. That soft, creamy trail of white ran down over most of his chest and into his jeans. It didn't take a genius to know where the trail ended.
"Good, because I could use a second set of eyes," Tracey chuckled as he unbuttoned his jeans for a second time. He slipped the material down almost too slowly to be fair, giving the big cat a nice look at his white-cotton brief covered rear. His tail slipped out of the specially cut hole in the jeans, and proceeded to brush up against Cory's leg. The tiger dropped the jeans a little lower.
Tracey plopped himself onto the bench, sneaking a look at Cory as he pulled his shoes off, and then his jeans shortly after. His nose twitched, and as he suspected, Cory's scent had gotten a little stronger. He also took note of where he was holding that pair of jeans in his paws.
Now what do we have here?
When Tracey reached out his paw to take the jeans, he registered the nervous look on that whiskered feline muzzle. Cory was reluctant to hand them over.
"Something wrong?" Tracey asked, cocking his head slightly to the side and flashing him a disarming grin. Cory shook his head, though his eyes betrayed how nervous he was. "There's no reason to be shy. You wouldn't be the first person I've seen with their package springing up."
"W-what?" Cory stammered, his eyes going wide. Tracey giggled, tapping his nose.
"I can smell you dear. No need to worry though, I don't bite...much anyway. Now, might I have those?"
The tiger hesitated for a moment before handing the denim over. The front of his slacks were clearly tented, but Tracey didn't seem to notice, or care. The fox seemed to be perfectly fine with how aroused he was. He breathed a sigh of relief when those soft, ebon paws began to slip the jeans onto his legs. Tracey stood up, pulling the material along with him to his waist before buttoning them up. Cory panted audibly.
The jeans were snug; exactly how Tracey wanted them to be. He slipped his tail through the hole, the appendage wagging about behind him as he checked himself out in the mirror. The colour was nice; a deeper blue than he was normally accustomed too, but it made for a decent change at any rate. What he liked most about them however, was how they snugly clung to his rump, bringing out his shapely furry bottom more than his average pair of jeans.
Tracey placed his paws on his hips and spun about, giving the tiger a gleeful expression.
"How does it look?"
"Uh, well...damn," Cory stuttered, blushing again. Tracey's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips at him in a faux pout.
"Good then?"
"Oh fuck yes," the big feline blurted out. When it registered to him exactly what he had said, Cory clamped a paw to his muzzle, but Tracey just laughed. The fox stepped forward, his finger trailing around the edge of his open shirt.
"There is no need to be shy around me you know. Though I appreciate the lengths to which...," he paused, letting his paw slip to the tiger's tented pans. "Lengths to which you're going to try and cover up the fact that your turned on."
Cory blushed again, a little more fiercely this time around. Tracey's tail brushed against his leg again and his paw began to slip a little lower, coming to the lip of his pants.
"You look tense," Tracey cooed, slowly unfastening his belt. Cory sucked in a sharp breath when those skilled paws unclasped the buckle, before making short work of his fly. "Why don't you take a...load off?"
Tracey used his open pants to tug him towards the bench, before plopping himself down on the edge. Cory watched in stunned silence as the delectable little vulpine quickly pulled him from his underwear and exposing that warm rod of flesh to the air. He was suddenly feeling very thankful that the change rooms were built into separate, ceiling to floor rooms. There were no holes in the wall to let out his delighted purr when Tracey's tongue flicked across his tip.
The fox smirked up at him before engulfing that sweet spire of cock, wrapping his lips around it and suckling slowly. Cory groaned, almost loosing his balance before he found his paws on Tracey's shoulders.
Mmm, what a good kitten, Tracey thought to himself as he began to work the feline over with his muzzle and tongue.
He traced the underside delicately, and in perfect fashion for a horrible tease like himself. Cory shuddered slightly when his tongue ran along his shaft, leaving a thin layer of spittle and saliva. His grip tightened when one of those small paws cupped his sac and kneaded gently. The small fox grinned as he slid his muzzle down over Cory's sex, taking note of when and where he got the biggest reactions. The underside of his tip seemed to be his sweet spot, and so Tracey began to suck just there, letting that smooth tip slide in and out of his muzzle.
"Oh God," Cory groaned as Tracey's skilful jaws bobbed along his cock. The fox was good; probably better than anyone whom had ever gone down on him before. That warm, wet passage was just so fine and Cory resisted the urge to just muzzle-fuck his partner.
Tracey pulled off, long enough to drag his tongue over that sensitive tip and down along the underside of it again, Cory's member sliding between his jaws and his tongue until he came to his sheath. That same tongue dragged lower along his sheath, coming to his white-furred sac and gently licking the orbs, his tongue lapping at them lightly.
"Does the big cat like that?" he teased while working him over. Cory let out a quiet 'uh-huh'.
He replaced his muzzle back on his cock then, sucking a little harder. Cory's paws were on his head, just behind his ears and the fox knew from vast previous experience, just what the feline wanted. He looked up at him, his eyes telling all.
Go ahead. You totally want to fuck this sweet little muzzle, don't you? Come on babe, give it to me.
As if he were able to read his mind, Cory began to thrust. His cock slid along that supple vulpine tongue, almost bumping at the back of his throat with every pump. Tracey was glad he didn't have much of a gag reflex, for the tiger was certainly getting into it. His sac slapped against the end of his black muzzle as he humped into that warm passage.
He placed his paws on Cory's hips, steadying himself so that the jerking movements weren't as jarring. It also gave the tiger a much steadier muzzle with which to fuck, his slick cock sliding in and out. Tracey moaned, feeling the tiger's head bump against the back of his throat, the salty tang of precum sticking to his tongue. From the way Cory was panting, he knew that the poor cat wouldn't last too terribly long, and he had other places for which he could hump into.
After a few moments, Tracey pulled himself off of that drooling cock, a strand of saliva hanging between his muzzle and Cory's tip. The cat purred delightedly, rubbing a paw between his ears. Tracey winked at him.
"Feeling a little better?" he asked playfully with a swish of his tail.
"I'll feel better once I unload," the tiger grinned, drawing a giggle from the small vulpine. Tracey cocked his head to the side, giving him a come-hither look.
"Is that so? Well then, I know exactly where you can go," he said before flipping himself over on the bench and beckoning him with his tail. Cory growled, running his firm paws over his back and along that bushy ebon tail. Tracey squeaked when he felt his paw move to his rump and gave it a nice smack. "Feisty aren't we?"
He didn't get much of a response; verbally anyway. Cory placed his paws on his hips, catching the tip of Tracey's tail in his mouth and pulling it up as he pressed his cock up against that tight, vulpine pucker. The fox smiled to himself, bracing against the wall for that initial shock of being penetrated. When Cory began to sink into him, he winced only a little. Chris had stretched him pretty well the previous night after all.
Tracey was warm and smooth on the inside, and Cory met with surprisingly little resistance. Even so, he was still fairly tight, and when the fox clenched around his shaft, the big cat let out an ear-pleasing growl. He hilted himself right to the sheath, and let himself sit for a moment to take in the delicious feeling of being inside someone. Then the thrusting began.
Tracey squeaked delightedly, the side of his face pressed up against the wall of the change room and gritted his teeth as Cory began to roughly hump that nice cock deep into him. He felt a paw smack his rump again and a moan escaped past his muzzle.
"Oh yeah...just like that," he whimpered while the tiger fucked him. It felt great having that thick shaft sliding in and out of his tail hole, the sensation of being filled, emptied and filled again forcing him to reach down between his legs and grasp his own hardening sex. He was feeling pretty lucky today, getting some action for the third time today.
Cory growled, slumping forward and using a paw to hoist his tail up and giving him a good view of his slick cock pumping into that nice little fox-hole. Bucking his hips forward, he continued to bend the small little black fox over, catching his scent in his nose. Tracey's delighted moans pushed him onward and he thrust hard, fucking the little vulpine roughly, his free paw gripping his hip tightly as he shoved his cock into his hole.
Against the wall, Tracey smiled knowingly to himself. His plan to get the feline out of his nervous shell had worked stunningly well, and now here he was, getting his hole pumped full of warm tiger-cock. His paw ran over the dribbling flesh of his cock, pawing himself while he rode the sensations of having Cory inside of him. He especially enjoyed it when the tiger would suddenly have a burst of raw dominance and slap his paw against his naughty behind, pulling out a yip from his muzzle on every such occasion. His nose twitched and he smiled broadly, the smell of sex drifting around the entire room.
Oh, the girls out front are going to be very upset, he laughed to himself.
When he felt a set of jaws upon his neck, Tracey squealed. He wasn't expecting the big cat to go that far, but he certainly wasn't going to argue with him. The fox whimpered submissively while his paw continued to stroke himself. His knot was quickly forming, and it took most of his will power to keep himself from squeezing that firm orb and sending him over the brink. He was going to wait like a good little fox until after Cory had gotten off first. Unless of course the tiger simply fucked the cum out of him.
Their mutual pants and groans of bliss filled the room, and Tracey wondered if anyone outside could hear them. The door hadn't been kicked down by security yet, and so he pushed the thoughts from his mind. It would be done soon, and then he would continue on his merry way throughout the mall.
When he felt those pearly fangs clamp harder than normal upon his neck, followed by a growl, Tracey just knew that Cory had finished inside of him. The tiger slumped forward, burying himself deep as he came inside of the fox beneath him. Tracey's devious smile widened, and he was quick to grab at his knot, giving the flesh a nice squeeze of force.
With a sharp bark, Tracey painted the wall and the bench white with cum; heavy ropes sputtering from his tip to splatter against the ugly green plaster. His body shuddered, much like the tiger on top of him had done as he blew.
"Oh God," he moaned, pressing his forehead to the wall and shutting his eyes tightly as the intense sensation rolled through his body. The tiger was purring heavily on his back, sending warm vibrations surging through his spine and tail base.
"Mmm, did the fox make a mess?" he asked playfully, reaching a striped paw down to grasp the sensitive flesh between Tracey's legs. Playing his role to perfection, Tracey nodded weakly, his grin vanishing into the visage he wore whenever someone had just finished dominating him; if only somewhat. He looked almost upset that he had blown, and when he felt Cory's tongue streak his cheek, he couldn't hold the expression. Instead, the vulpine giggled and straightened his back while Cory pulled out of him. "Oh. Um, I think I made a bit of a mess of you."
Tracey spun about to look at his rear in the body-length mirror, raising his tail and watched as a thin trail of tiger cum dripped from his worn pucker. He shrugged, grinning.
"And what a nice little mess it is," he said simply while slipping out of the jeans and pulling his briefs back up. Cory was buckling his belt but he remained in the corner, his nose twitching to the heavy scent of male in the air.
"Going to need to clean this up real fast," he stated. Tracey nodded, flicking his pierced ear playfully.
"I don't think the girls out front would appreciate the smell of well-fucked fox."
Cory purred, reaching around and grabbing his cotton-shrouded ass. Tracey winked at him before looking around for his own jeans.
"You going to try the rest on?" Cory asked after a moment. The fox shook his head.
"No need. I'm sure they'll all fit fine. I just couldn't resist playing with a handsome little piece of tiger like yourself," he said while trailing a paw over his exposed chest fur. Cory blushed, opening the door for him. "Thank you kind sir! I'll be sure to let the manager know what a...help you've been."
Cory sucked in a sharp breath when he felt Tracey's soft, delicate paw grope his still semi-hard package before watching the little flirt skip off towards the cash register out front. The striped feline slumped against the wall, letting out a content sigh. His nose twitched again and he stuck his head back into the room, seeing the sticky ropes of cum stuck to the wall and bench.
He shut the door and locked it, pocketing the key and headed off to find a bottle of air freshener and a wet cloth.
***
"Alright, and there you are sir," the rabbit femme said while handing Tracey back his credit card. She pulled up a large paper bag from beneath the counter-top and started to place the collected articles within in neat piles.
Tracey leaned up against the wood, his back to the counter as he looked at the store and all its' people. He saw Cory again, dashing back into the dressing rooms with what appeared to be an aerosol can and a piece of fabric. The black fox allowed himself a wisp of a smile before the sound of crumpling paper shook him from his reverie. The girl smiled, handing him the handle.
"Quite a haul you've got there," she laughed. The fox grinned back.
"And I'll have worn all of it before the week is out!"
Tracey took the handle in paw and made his way towards the exit. Already his sharp mind plotted out the next venue for which to peruse, yet as he passed through the detectors on either side of the door, the alarm sounded. The fox blinked in surprise before looking back to the cash register. The girl merely shrugged at him, and with a flick of her wrist, bade him to just leave.
Tracey shrugged the commotion off and started out back into the main proper. He swung the bag happily in his paw, feeling its' weight and feeling rather pleased himself. He had found a lot more than he would have expected at the store, though his bank account was sorely hurting now. Even so, a few weeks of good work would pay off this new debt.
The only reason he stopped his casual pace was because a heavy paw gripped his shoulder, wheeling the dainty little vulpine about. The male was a wolf, with shaggy red fur, well built shoulders and arms. Everything about him screamed manliness, and if it weren't for the scowl etched on his muzzle, Tracey certainly wouldn't mind spending some "quality time" alone with this hunk of lupine meat.
"And where do you think you're going?" he barked sharply. Tracey raised a brow questioningly.
"Shopping?" he dared to say. The wolf glowered at him before taking the bag from his paw and sifting through it.
"With stolen merchandise?"
"Stolen?" the fox said the word as if it were perfectly ridiculous. Him? Steal? Stealing was so gauche. He watched as, according to his badge, Officer Lewis pulled out a pair of jeans; the same pair he had tried on while having his fun with Cory. He pulled the tag back, revealing a small metal chip. A security tag. Tracey scrunched his face in confusion. "They must have forgotten to take the tag off."
"Likely story. Come on, your coming with me to the security office until we can get this sorted out; one way or another," Lewis growled, shoving him along. Some of the other mall goers gave them curious looks, but Tracey was hardly in any condition to argue right now, with the big, muscled wolf towering at his back. When they reached the office, maybe then he could explain away the situation. He turned to look up at the lupine.
"But...I haven't finished shopping yet!"
"You can do that later fag. For now, you're coming with me."
He placed that paw on his shoulder and gave a firm squeeze, guiding the black fox through the throng of people. Tracey just whined in annoyance.
***
Lewis tossed the smaller fox into the room by the paw, Tracey stumbling to regain his footing. His shoes skittered across the floor before hitting the carpet. The transition between slippery and rough caused him to lose his balance and tumble muzzle-first into the ground with a groan.
"Was that really necessary?" came a voice from the left. The fox picked himself up, turning to see this third party. When he recognized the bear sitting in front of the multitude of monitors, he couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Mike Morris, the senior rent-a-cop here at the mall. He had several run-ins with the bruin in the past, and while they were all...mutually pleasant, he couldn't help but wonder what the crusty sod wanted now. He was very much like the wolf; big, burly and pretty cranky with a brown fur coat like one of those fancy fur jackets he had seen some of the drag queens at Lulu's wearing from time to time.
The wolf crossed his arms, but his fanged grin dispelled any former anger Tracey had once sensed in his hulking frame. The fox shifted his gaze between the two of them, one after the other before crossing his own dainty arms over his chest and huffing.
"Alright. What on earth is going on? I was just shopping and then you pull me in here? What's the big idea Mike?" he snapped. The bear laughed, a deep belly laugh that rolled out of his stout muzzle.
"Calm down Trace. I spotted you on the cameras while you were coming out of the store. I sent my partner here to go and nab you," Mike explained. He swivelled his chair around to face the sitting vulpine, watching that tantalizing tail swish back and forth on the carpeted floor.
"So this security tag is a just a ruse?"
"Oh. No, the clerk probably did forget to take it off. It served as an ample way to pull you in here though," the elder mall cop said. His eyes narrowed and his almost savage smirk made Tracey widen his eyes with realization.
They hadn't reprimanded him because they thought he had stolen something. Mike probably knew that such criminal activity was far beneath the vain little canine. No, Tracey knew what he wanted. His eyes moved to the wolf, whom had seated himself down on the small love-seat in the room. The frame sagged under his weight, the upholstery coming undone in places. Mike obviously hadn't refurnished since the last time Tracey was here. The bear himself had broken in that small couch several times over the course of the last year.
Despite his over-active sex drive, there was only so much sex a fox like him could take. That was precisely why Mike had his lupine goon nab him downstairs. The bear was horny, and likely so was the wolf. A paw slapped against his forehead, and a faint growl escaped his muzzle. There was only one way out of this situation.
"I've got a deadline," Tracey stammered. Mike shrugged.
"I'm sure it can wait," the burly bear said, reaching down and giving his firm package a squeeze.
Tracey sighed, but the exhalation of breath was cut short when Lewis' heavy paws grasped his shoulders and pulled him over to the cushioned seat. With a yelp, Tracey slid across the carpet on his rear, the bottoms of his jeans tugging down from the friction.
"Got ourselves a cute little foxy here," the wolf said, dragging his tongue along the edge of Tracey's pierced ear; the embedded metal jingling slightly. The fox shivered as that warm piece of flesh tickled him.
"See? What did I tell you? Trace here is one fine piece of ass."
"You're telling me," Lewis growled lowly.
"Can't we talk about this first or something?" Tracey asked. The words trailed from his muzzle however, when a now familiar scent caught his attention. The pungent aroma of aroused male. He whimpered, more so when that supple tongue fell from his ear and trailed along the side of his neck. Lewis held him rooted to the spot, between his open legs and Tracey could feel a stiffening bulge at the nape of his neck. His attention was on Officer Morris however.
The grizzly sat in his chair, one paw rubbing his crotch while the other adjusted his belt. Long ago, the vulpine had learned; probably from the television, that when a guy adjusted his belt, his mind was usually focused on his cock. Though, it was all painfully obvious to him now. This wasn't the first time the senior rent-a-cop had dragged him in here. In his head, Tracey smiled grimly, remembering the game the two played; he was the bitch, the fox-slut. Mike was the big, burly mall cop and one who really enjoyed exerting his power and dominance over smaller, younger guys.
After a moment of playing with himself, Mike pulled himself from his chair, one paw still clutching his increasingly visible groin as he strode over.
"I don't think we really need to talk about anything. You won't be much anyway; not once I've got my dick in that pretty muzzle of yours," he grinned. Tracey whimpered again.
"But...why now? I've got places to be and people to," his voice trailed off as the bear unbuckled his belt, the clasp opening with a snap. The black leather hung limply through the rings on his black pants and Tracey could only watch when those thick fingers slipped the button through the hole and unzipped the fly.
"Places to be and people to get fucked by?" he finished with a devious smile. The comment was enough to cause the vulpine's cheeks to flush beneath the fur and his shoulders to sag. The bear really knew how to push those submissive, slutty fox-buttons of his.
Tracey was on the verge of stammering a response when he felt Lewis' nose twitching against his neck. His cheeks burned more. If he could smell the scent of other males himself, than what trouble did it pose the lupine? His ears flattened themselves against his head in embarrassment.
"Looks like someone," the wolf sniffed again. "Or several someone's beat us to 'em Mike."
The bear chuckled, stooping low and grasping Tracey's muzzle in his paw. His grizzled visage was barely inches away.
"You been getting around today Trace?" he demanded. He gave him a shake, his deep, burly voice filled with a sharp edge of lust. The fox shifted nervously, of what he could move anyway.
"Maybe...maybe just a little," he admitted, dropping his gaze to the floor when the bruin let go of him.
"Well, I can't imagine another round hurting. You're lucky you've got us working, and that your such a hot little fox. Having sex in the mall is bannable, and I'm sure a princess like you would hate that. Now, are you going to let me and Lewis here have some fun with you? That couch hasn't seen much action lately," Mike said with a confident grin.
Playing his part to perfection in the bear's little game of 'fuck-a-fox', Tracey whimpered like a good little bitch, even squeaking when the big wolf's forceful paws began unbuttoning his shirt. He could smell their arousal, and Mike dropped his pants, kicking the material off so that he simply wore his uniform shirt and a pair of tight, tented briefs. He could make out the bear's thick cock from inside the material, the flesh pressing right up against it. The sight was more than just a little arousing, the thick bear cock almost calling out to him.
"So you going to suck this dick, or am I going to have to shove it down your throat?" Mike growled, grasping the base of his muzzle again. The fox squirmed under the grip, but he did as he was told, opening his muzzle while the bruin fished himself from his underwear. "That's a good little bitch."
Tracey's tongue flicked against the tip lightly, playfully teasing for a moment before Mike began forcing himself into his mouth. This was how the bear liked it; rough and hard. Tracey wasn't going to complain, not that he could with the dick in his muzzle anyway. The mall cop placed his paw on the back of his head, forcing him down all the way to his crotch fur and causing the poor fox to gag just a little. Tracey couldn't remember the last time he had deep-throated, but it was a few weeks ago at the least.
While Mike occupied himself with fucking Tracey's muzzle, Lewis had finished off the buttons of the vulpine's shirt. He tugged it off, forcing Tracey to lift his arms so he could get it off of his lithe body. His tongue attacked his neck, fangs biting lightly at his shoulder and pulling a delicious yip from the fox's muzzle; muffled as it was by the saliva-coated member pushing into it. Those moans and yips were music to the lupine's ears, and he eventually coaxed the fox to his feet. Mike had to drop his cock from that pleasantly warm mouth for a moment, but the lupine needed in that ass. He needed to have something to fuck right now. He slipped his pants off, yanking the jeans down to his foot paws, which he then pulled off entirely, leaving the fox naked between them.
"Mmm, what a fucking sexy fox he is too," Lewis muttered, brushing his paws down along Tracey's back and through his bushy, white-tipped tail. He placed his paws on Tracey's hips and pulled him down into his lap, so that his cock ran between his furry buns. "You're going to like having a big dick in your ass, aren't you?"
He whimpered, but nodded slowly. Reaching a paw down, the skilled fox took hold of Lewis thick member, the flesh slick with precum. He pressed the tip up against his pucker, easing it inside. His breath came in a sharp gasp as the thick head stretched him open. Tracey grimaced, letting out a quiet whine as Lewis used his paws to force him down onto his warm, throbbing shaft.
"Get that whole thing in you," he instructed with a bit of a growl. The fox couldn't reply, as Mike was very quick to stuff his muzzle full of bear cock when the opportunity opened again.
Slowly, almost agonizingly so, Tracey slid down the length of Lewis' sex, coming to a rest in the lupine's lap. He was quick to get his tail out of his way, before letting his tongue flick across the back of his neck and his ears teasingly. Tracey squirmed, a muffled moan slipping from his muzzle as he worked over the bear with his masterful tongue and lips.
Tracey shut his eyes tight, ears flat against his head as Mike's paws found the back of his head. The bear had started humping directly into his muzzle, his cock sliding along his slippery tongue and nearly choking him. For the second time, Tracey was glad he didn't have much of a gag reflex, or he certainly would have been hacking and coughing. The bruin was rough, forcing his nose up against his crotch with every thrust and giving the fox a good noseful of his heavy scent.
"Ah, Trace...your muzzle always feels so fucking good," he muttered with a devious grin. The fox didn't reply, not that he could.
Behind him, Lewis had begun working his rump over, bouncing him in his lap. He held the smaller fur in his paws as he bucked his hips up, forcing himself deep inside of him with every thrust. He growled, feeling the tight contractions around his maleness, squeezing more preseed from him. He found Tracey's neck again, clamping down on it lightly in a faux mating bite; teeth against fur and flesh. The little fox did whimper and whine around the mouthful of bearcock then, his paws bracing themselves on either side of him against the couch.
"What a tight little ass," Lewis groaned, sliding in and out of that pucker. He was never out for long, feeling the driving need to shove back deep into those warm confines as quickly as possible. He howled low during his furious mating. Looking at Mike, the bear was faring just as well. He was panting hard, the delicious sounds of wet slurps echoing in his ears each time he slide into that slim muzzle. "Good?"
"Trace is always good," he replied simply. He had begun using the fox's muzzle as if it were some kind of sleeve now. No longer was he thrusting, but simply pulling his head down on him and forcing him to deep throat every inch of his manliness. Now and then, Tracey would sputter amongst the slurps and slaps of his lips upon the wet flesh, but he otherwise remained an obedient little bitch.
Tracey trailed a paw down his chest, coming to the tip of his own hardened member. The tip was slick, and as he quickly found out, much of him was. So busy had he been with the two rough anthros, he had completely forgotten about himself and his own burning desire to get off. Having a cock in his muzzle and one under his tail was quickly proving too much for the deviant fox, but he did his best to hold himself back; even if the feeling of his paw pads against hard, wet flesh was almost impossible to resist. At the root of his cock, his knot was already full and just waiting to be squeezed and played with. Lewis' furious growls and Mike's grunts filled his ears, and he gave a thoughtful grin to himself, wondering just how in the world he had gotten himself into a situation like this; for the fourth time today.
"God damn," Lewis said, bouncing the pert fox in his lap. His tongue lulled from his muzzle and his panting became much more urgent. At the base of his own thick sex, his knot was pushing against Tracey's rump, the bulb squeezing against that worn pucker. His hips bucked furiously, and finally with some effort, he sunk his knot under that tail.
Tracey's eyes went wide and he groaned loudly around the rent-a-cop's dick. Lewis howled behind him and a pleasant warmth filled his rear. The vulpine just knew that he had been breeded, warm lupine cum spilling deep into him. The sensation of being stretched wide by that thick portion of flesh was proving to much though, and Tracey took hold of his own knot, squeezing. He couldn't hold back any longer.
He pulled off of Mike's cock long enough to yip as his body shuddered in the throes of orgasm. A firm squeeze coaxed a heavy stream of white from his tip, and then another. The smell of fox became much stronger as Tracey blew over his chest; heavy, musky strands of semen clinging to his fur. He whimpered, opening his eyes just in time to see the burly bear jerking his dick in front of him.
"Aww, yeah. I'm going to fucking blow all over that pretty face of yours," he stated with a grunt. He was quick to shut his eyes again, and for good reason. As soon as the words had left that stout muzzle, Mike groaned.
There was a splash of wetness against his cheek, followed by the strong smell of musk; though it was different from his own. Another splattered against his forehead, the thick white clinging to black fur tenaciously.
"Cover his face," he heard Lewis say, trying to coax the bear further. Mike just grunted again and more gooey wetness fell across the top of his muzzle and against his chin and neck.
Mike grinned at the sight; the black fox sitting in Lewis lap, the wolf's cock buried deep inside of him while his face and muzzle were coated with thick, heavy strands of bear cum.
"Now, isn't this a pretty sight?" he laughed. Tracey's cheeks flushed, and he could feel his ears burning from embarrassment. "Been too long since I got to have some fun with you Trace. Glad I had my partner here go and nab you."
The vulpine shook off his submissive-bitch act, flashing him a devious grin before flicking his tongue across his lips. He felt a paw slap against his rump and he cocked his head to look at the grinning red wolf.
"And damn. What a hot fucking ride you were," he barked. Tracey winked playfully, his tongue peeking past his muzzle.
"And what a big, thick wolf you were. I haven't had a knot for a bit now."
"Oh? You like getting stretched and filled with cum?" Lewis asked, dropping his muzzle onto Tracey's shoulder. A black paw stroked through his headfur delicately, stopping to play with the tip of his ear.
"What good little fox doesn't?" Tracey laughed, a quick, short yip that had the wolf joining in.
Mike had stepped away just long enough to grab a towel from a desk at the far side of the room. He tossed it over and Tracey cleaned himself up as best as he could. He wouldn't be able to get the smell of sex out of his fur though; not at least until he got home and grabbed a shower.
The bear got dressed again, giving him a devilish look. Tracey tilted his head to the side questioningly.
"What? Is there something on my face?" he asked innocently, though the smile upon his muzzle belayed his true thoughts. Officer Morris was plotting something; that much he could tell easily enough. The bear shrugged before speaking.
"I was just wondering when the next time you would be around is all," he admitted.
Tracey's tail flicked behind him, swishing about in Lewis' lap. He raised a brow, but offered a seductive little smirk to the elder bear.
"The next time I need to shop."
***
Tracey skipped happily out the door, his paws full of bags that swung about with every step. He hummed a little song to himself, his muzzle broad with a gleaming smile. He paused long enough to pull his sun glasses from the pocket of his jeans, placing them on his snout before fixing his hair.
"Tch. It's still stuck. I'm really going to need to grab a shower," he muttered to himself as he crossed the street.
Today had been a very good day indeed. With plenty of new clothes, trinkets and accessories, the lithe vulpine had plenty of new things for the nights to come. That was what he liked about summer; the times where he could spend a leisurely day at the mall picking out a new wardrobe. Those were the moments he truly cherished.
He sashayed across the road, hips swinging from side to side as he sauntered over to his sparkling red convertible. He placed the bags carefully into the back seat before climbing over the door and plopping himself down onto the cushioned seat with a content sigh.
He adjusted the mirror with a paw; dried streaks matting his ebon fur. A cursory glance into the glass told him much the same about his muzzle and face.
With a happy shrug, he slipped the keys into the ignition and pulled out. He winced when he checked the clock. He only had a few hours to get ready and be downtown to meet the boys at Lulu's.
Already his sharp, devious mind was sorting through the possibilities of what would happen tonight. It wasn't an unpleasant thought in the slightest.
Pearly fangs shone in the afternoon sunlight as he grinned, speeding off towards his apartment to get ready.