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A week ago, Kyle was a twenty-two year old virgin, a male fox with an average, if scrawny build. He spent a lot of his time online, on erotic roleplay boards, adult chat games, anywhere he could get his fix by posing as Kylie, a female fox that was essentially a genderbent version of himself, always eager to do anything her partner wanted.

Kyle had always wondered if the desire to fulfill other peoples fetishes, counted as a fetish in itself? He knew the answer was yes, at least it was for him, but people often confused it for other things. Some saw it as a submission fetish, and while that certainly was a factor, it also wasn't quite the same. A submissive person usually just wants someone to dominate them, control them in the bedroom and maybe even in life, but they still had their own preferences, a type of dom they liked, activities they enjoyed more than others. But he didnt have that, he didn't want to ask for anything, he only wanted to fulfill peoples fantasies whatever they may be, even if they didn't involve anything he actually liked.

People also mistake it for being selfless, for being more concerned about his partners pleasure than his own, they thought to return the favor, trying to get the fox to divulge what he wants, what would make him happy. He always had to explain that servicing others was what he desired. It was a selfish sort of selflessness, like giving to charity just to brag about it. Him being a receptacle for his partners desires, he got off on it, and the more they disregarded his wants and needs for their own, the more he enjoyed it. It wasn't healthy, sure, but he stopped caring, it was hot and he liked it.

Then gender changing pills hit the market, and his fantasies went to a new level. It would be so easy to take things to the next level, to live his fantasies for real and give himself to a master. They were expensive, extremely expensive, but the transformation took hours, not months or years, no surgeries, no hassle, and it was the real deal, he would be a woman biologically. The permanent ones were cheaper too, not needing a time release second dose to change you back. Last week, he sold his car, and took one of those pills.

She was Kylie now, for real, and after taking that step, there was only one other thing to be done. Find a man to take possession of her. She already had one in mind, Isaac, he was your quintessential older man lurking on an adult forum, his avatar an unflattering picture of him from below, the overweight Donkey's cock in full view. The kind of guy who sends every girl inappropriate messages, even for the standards of an adult roleplaying community. Kylie could tell from their early interactions that unsurprisingly, few people responded to him, as he bombarded her with his undivided attention.

He was rude and degrading, behaving the same in and out of character when they played. He always ended their sessions by expressing a desire to meet up with her and play with her for real. He knew better than to push people further than that though, and would settle for prying into everything else about her. Her kinks, her desires, what she did and did not like. She had asked him if he wanted her to be honest, he did and she was. She would tell him anything, honestly. When he asked if she was attracted to him, she told him the truth, no. She had worried being so honest with him would make him angry, but he apparently found it amusing, congratulating her on knowing her place despite her feelings. She only lied to him about one thing, her own identity. On that website she was always in character, as Kylie, and answered the questions as Kylie would.

Now she was Kylie, and the real Kylie would obey her masters wishes. And she always considered Isaac her master, not because he knew her so well, or for how long they have played together. She found his appearance repulsive and his attitude was even worse. But, despite knowing her so well, knowing what she liked and more importantly, did not like. He did as he pleased, asking her to do as he wanted even if he knew she hated it. He offered her, her greatest fetish in its most pure state, nothing for her to enjoy but knowing she was someone else's fantasy come to life.

It was time to take that to the next level, she already had an equine dildo roughly Isaac's size, as far as she could estimate anyway, something she bought a few months into their online flings to use while they played. Over the last week she used it getting all of her holes, old and new, well acquainted with it. Then, a day ago, she invited Isaac to a video chat. She expressed a desire to take up his offers, to take her true place. After he accepted, she spent the whole night "performing" all of his requests for him, leaving her very sore the following morning.

Soreness she had felt as she sat on a cross country bus that very same morning, and she now still faintly felt as she found herself on a city bus, the last of her money used to get her and a small bag with her laptop, toothbrush and the equine toy to her new home. A fresh start, a new life, leaving her old one behind while dressed only in a gray sweater and sweat pants, the rest of her old wardrobe not fitting her new body. She thumbed through her text messages on her phone, blushing. He had sent her a list of "house rules" They of course were of course archaic and sexist at their most mild, ranging to outright perverse. She smirked to herself, he knew he had no limits with her and he was taking full advantage of it.

"Clothing is forbidden, except when otherwise ordered, or necessary by law, weather or utility."

"I shall be referred to only as Daddy, Master, or Sir, unless otherwise ordered."

"You shall always obey my orders, unconditionally."

"Your purpose is to serve me and my cock, and will always strive to perform your duties and keep yourself fit for them without needing to be ordered to do so."

"Your whole body is my property, to do with as I see fit."

"You shall cook my meals and tend to all chores within my house."

Six simple rules, followed by her response, a simple "Yes, Daddy." She had been so turned on, the thought of being some cross between a wife and a slave. She licked her lips as she looked at the reward she got, a picture of his one redeeming feature, his equine member. She was obsessed with it, admiring the bright pink of the tip and the way it slowly darkens to black by the base. He was well endowed, at least by normal standards, perhaps he was just average for an equine. But it didn't matter to her what his cock was like, that was only a bonus, what really excited her was what the picture meant to her. Few people could look at something like a dick pic and think that it represented their life, but for her it did, a life dedicated to serving that cock and its owner.

She snapped a quick selfie of herself, the city outside the window behind her, texting Isaac "Almost there."

He responded shortly after. "Remember rule 1, there's no law against going topless."

She blushed, having not even considered that, but he was not wrong, it wasn't cold enough for her to absolutely need to be dressed. She pulled her sweater off, revealing her bare tits underneath to any who cared to look, and a few of the others on the bus did just that, much to her embarrassment. The baggy clothes, she began to realize, probably prevented her from turning too many eyes her way, the garments doing nothing to show off her new curves, but now the curves of her upper body was on full display. She picked her phone back up, sending him a second picture.

The wait for a response was longer, as Isaac was no doubt oggling the new picture, but soon she got one. "That's a good slut."

The bus came to a stop, her heart pounding with excited anticipation as she realized it was her stop. Grabbing her bag and leaving her sweater behind she began stepping off the bus, shuddering as she felt the gentle breeze outside against her nipples, still not used to how sensitive they were compared to before. She was in a small suburb, a short walk between her and her destination. She opened her phone once again, scrolling back up through their message history to double check his address before walking down the block. It was mid-day and several people were outside, and much to her embarrassment justlike on the bus, any who happened to notice the topless vixen was staring right at her, one man in particular certainly seemed happy that he decided to mow the lawn today, the golden retrievers tail wagging back and forth as he stared at her. She put on a smile and did her best to resist any urge to cover her body from view, she knew Isaac wanted others to see her. After the longest block and a half walk of her life, she finally reached her destination, she triple checked the address as she slowly stepped across the paved path to the front door, taking a deep breath and knocking.

The door was answered only a few moments later, the two of them seeing each other in person for the first time as she laid eyes on her new owner. He too was dressed similar to Kylie, lacking a shirt his large gut hung down over the front of his jeans. Isaac unsurprisingly looked like his profile picture, though the fifty-seven year old donkey was much shorter than she expected, Kylie's new body standing at around five foot seven, he must have been three or four inches shorter than her.

A grin spread across the donkey's face, and before he even said a word, one of his thick hands reached up, grabbing one of Kylie's exposed breasts, giving it a tight squeeze, his other hand soon joining in on the fun, grabbing her other breast. Then for the first time since opening the door, his eyes that had been previously glued to her chest looked up at her face, watching her embarrassed expression, smirking as she did nothing to stop him from groping her right on his doorstep. "Finally, a woman who knows her place. You remember the rules, right?" He said in a lecherous tone.

Kylie nodded. "I do, Daddy." She said, smiling slightly, though quite obviously uncomfortable and embarrassed, she still found it incredibly hot.

He let go of her breasts and wrapped a thick arm around her shoulders, leading her inside, kicking the door shut behind them before letting go. "Prove it." he said, letting go of her.

She blushed, taking a couple steps forward and grabbing the hem of her sweat pants, pulling them down, bending forward as she did, tail raised high, blushing as she shook her hips and showed her bare ass off for him.

Isaac smirked, slapping her ass with a meaty hand, giving it a firm grope, causing Kylie to wince in pain as she stepped out of the pants, and kicked them aside, now totally naked.

"That covers rule one...and rule two you obviously have down, five is going well so far, but Daddy needs more...convincing." He got closer to her, wrapping his arms around her lower body, one sinking down to rub her exposed pussy, the other rubbing the smooth, soft fur on her stomach. "Perhaps an order that really proves that you will follow any order, and that your body belongs to me? How does that sound little pet?"

Kylie went stiff, she had an idea of what he wanted, but she stood there and waited for his command, she had been his roleplay partner long enough that she was sure she knew his every kink, but she had no way of knowing what kinks he liked as pure fantasy without consequences, and what ones he actually wanted from her, the only things she ever asked him was what he wanted from her. "Anything you desire, Daddy." she said meekly.

He chuckled. "Mmm, that's my girl. Always does whatever her daddy wants, even if she doesn't want to..." he plunged two meaty fingers into her moistening slit, eliciting a moan from the fox. "But on that web site...there were no consequences were there? Now there is. I want you pregnant with my foal within the month."

Kylie shuddered, being raised a man it was still ingrained in her that pregnancy was the worst outcome of sex, and she held no aspirations for parenthood. Moments like this made her curse her dumb fetish, thoughts of uncomfortably carrying the donkey's brat for nine months, giving birth, taking care of a child, and she knew that Isaac knew full well how she felt about all of this. But what upset her about it was the fact that her legs were trembling, not with fear or nervousness, but arousal and excitement. She knew this whole thing was a bad idea, that she shouldn't think with her lust like this...but she was in too deep to go back if she wanted to, just as she had planned, intentionally putting herself into an inescapable situation. Not that she did want to escape it...it was this or actually get some therapy, and she made her choice.

She nodded "Of course, Daddy...do you want me right here or..."

Isaac shook his head and withdrew his fingers, bringing them up to Kylie's muzzle, forcing her to clean her own juices from his digits. "I will tell you when and how I want you, but If you want to obey me on this one, you will have to take some initiative, mount me without needing to be told, beg for it, whatever it takes. Understood?"

Kylie nodded, suckling the fingers in her mouth.

"Good." he pulled his fingers back and stepped back from the vixen, grinning.

Kylie turned towards the wall, bending forward and turning her head to the side as she braced herself against it. "Breed me...please." she mutters out.

Isaac stepped behind her, grabbing her ass while undoing his belt, his pants soon falling onto the floor behind her. Kylie is introduced to his cock for the first time, as he slides it between her ass cheeks, grinding into her. "Mmm, you didn't sound too enthusiastic...maybe ill just get myself off with these..." he said, gripping both of her ass cheeks, squeezing his dick with them. "Paint your back with all that baby batter..."

She blushed, he wasn't going to make it easy on her. "P-please Daddy, I want your baby, I need your cum in my pussy." Kylie looked him in the eyes, doing her best to plead.

"Oh?" He began to rock his hips, pleasuring himself between her ass cheeks. "You want my baby now? Since when? You told me you didn't like the idea of having kids, has that suddenly changed?"

The vixen shook her head, it had not. Having children still terrified her. "No, Daddy."

He grinned, pulling his hips back until his cock was pressed into the fur between her two holes. "And yet here you are, begging to be knocked up, All because you are a good slut who knows her place...how about a little reward? Where do you really want it, slut? Tell me to fuck your ass and I will do it, I wont ask you to let me knock you up again, you can just pretend I never asked in the first place..."

There was no hesitation, he was playing mind games, but whether he was sincere or not didn't matter. She knew what he really wanted of her, what his true fantasy was, she wouldn't cheapen the experience for herself taking his bait. "Make me a mommy..." Kylie moaned out.

Isaac grinned. "Thats my girl..." He pushed his cock down against her soaking wet slit, and thrust his hips forward. He had no issue sinking into her sex and taking her virginity from her, she had practiced for him after all. His chubby gut pressing into her ass as he bottomed out within her.

Kylie moaned out softly, she felt so full, and unlike her toy, the feeling of his cocks warmth, its throbbing, his hips and gut against her ass and his hands wrapping around her hips all served to make it so much better than playing with her toy, than simply fantasizing about being this old perverts plaything...

As the donkey behind her began to buck his hips, there was no fanfare, no more teasing or foreplay, now Kylie only had to serve her purpose. Putting his weight behind his thrusts, Kylie's face and breasts were pressed into the wall she braced against with every thrust. He stayed true to what she had expected, his thrusts grew in speed and force, focused solely on his own pleasure and ignoring the vixens own comfort or pleasure, fucking her with the same regard one would have for a fleshlight.

In spite of that though, she was on a hair trigger before they had even started, and in only a few thrusts of thick donkey cock into her obedient cunt, she cried out, legs trembling as she had an orgasm then and there, thankful to now be a woman and not have to feel nearly as ashamed for climaxing so early.

"Ahh, what a slut you are, cumming already? You tell me you don't like being bred...but Daddy thinks someone has a breeder fetish." he teased, doubling his efforts to pound into her.

Kylie wondered if that were true, it would explain why it turned her on so much. But she knew it wasn't, if anything she was just a masochist, she loved it because she hated it. That thought only being confirmed as she lookedback at the donkey behind her, a disgusting old pervert. Fat, ugly, and currently balls deep in her cunt, intent on giving her his child. She should be disgusted, but that disgust only turned her on more. She belonged to him, his housewife and his sex slave in equal parts for the rest of hers, or more likely, his life. And every bit that prospect horrified her, it turned her on in equal measure.

She bucked her hips back into his, as her lust rose she wondered if she would cum again. But that was not going to be the case, as he slammed into her twice as hard as before, holding himself balls deep. She could feel his cock inside of her, pulsing, throbbing, and a warm trickle deep inside. He was cumming in her. Breeding her.

He pulled out of her and slapped her ass. "Every bit as good of a fuck as I had hoped." He said smugly. "This calls for something special, go cook up the steaks in the fridge for dinner. You can wear an apron while you cook..." he reached under her, grabbing one of her breasts and fondling it. "...keep the grease out of your lovely...mmf, and soft fur."

He let go of her, and walked into the living room, leaving her to hobble off in search of the kitchen, cum trickling down her thigh.

After dinner, he spent the rest of the evening in his chair, watching TV, while she spent the evening kneeling in front of it, her head resting in his lap. The foul, bitter taste of his sperm still in her mouth. She had tried some of her own when she was a male, it had not tasted as awful as his did. She had gagged when she first tasted, all while he laughed at her. But as she watched his cock slowly grow hard again, part of her wanted to do it again, suck him off and taste that foul liquid once again. But as he made no order for her to do so, his eyes fixed on the TV, she knew what she really needed to do, crawling into her "Daddy's" lap, lining that cock up with her slit, and riding him in his chair, the whole time he played with her tits while she put herself through another breeding session.

The next morning she woke up as she would wake up every morning she failed to get up before her master, his cock sliding into her ass, roughly using her before sending her off to cook breakfast. Then he would leave for work, leaving her to clean herself and the house, then use what free time was left to keep herself in shape and prepare for his return.

Two weeks had passed, and Kylie stood trembling in the bathroom, gripping the positive pregnancy test in her hand. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered what her masters next desire would be, a grin curled up her muzzle as she rushed out to tell him the news.