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This story was written for Oryan. It contains M/F and M/M sex between consenting adults, as well as Dom/Sub play, crossdressing and some voyeurism. :3

Anything For Her

"Ah. Aa-ahh, god... take it. Yes."

Oryan growled shamelessly, his voice ringing out through the bar's restroom even as he heard some other guy by the urinals nervously clear his throat, zip up and hastily leave without even attempting to mime washing his hands. He stared down at the woman sharing the stall with with, kneeling between his legs with one of his hands lacing through her long, lush headfur as she bobbed and slurped urgently at his cock. The marbled fox pumped his hips forward against the hyena's flushed face, and he grinned as he watched her hands working feverishly between her legs, skirt riding up around her waist and panties wrapped around her ankles as she fingered herself, eyes rolling back into her head.

"Fuck. Ah. Aahhfuck, g-gonna cum. Where do you want it? Wanna drink, or do you want a face-full?"

The fox bucked his hips faster, harder as he felt the woman's lips brushing against the base of his knot, its eight inches throbbing and twitching within the hyena's maw, already pumping copious strings of pre-cum down the back of her throat with each motion of their mutually needy bodies. His hand only tightened its grip upon her hair, though his companion for this evening showed no sign whatsoever of wanting to pull away, and she gurgled her answer from around his cock without once actually pausing in her oral assault.

"M-my tits. Please. Paint them."

One of her hands rose from between her legs, its fingers glistening wet, and she grabbed at the top of her dress and tugged. Her breasts popped free, jiggling deliciously into view and causing a deep, lustful snarl to escape Oryan. Her nipples were a deep ebony, and they protruded through her fur with a delicious stiffness that simply longed to be teased and tweaked. Or perhaps, in this case, simply to be coated. To be painted and left dripping with the marble fox's cum, just as she had begged. Oryan grinned, and grasped at the back of the hyena's head with both his hands. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she gurgled, grunted happily as he began to face-fuck her with a far greater pace and savagery. He only did so for perhaps ten or fifteen seconds of course, the loud, lewd slurping of her muzzle against his cock echoing around the currently empty restroom alongside the thud of music and the muffled murmur of dozens of voices from the bar beyond. That was all it took to drive Oryan from the brink of orgasm to the point of no return, and another second or so later, with the hyena whining and trying for a moment to remain hungrily attached to his cock despite her prior plea, he pushed himself away from her, grabbed the glistening length of his knotted cock, and began to pump as he levelled his tip towards the hyena's deliciously bare, exposed breasts.

"Yes! Yes!"

The hyena screamed, not just gleefully excited as Oryan's cock erupted and began to lash her chest and face with thick, productive strings of cum, but lost in the thrall of her own orgasmic release as her fingers worked at her dripping pussy and rock hard clit. Her ejaculate drummed against the tiled bathroom floor with the force of her own release, and her whole body shook, breasts jiggling as they were painted by each hot ribbon of the fox's seed. Together the two of them rocked and writhed in ecstasy as they stared at one another while hungrily manipulating their own nether regions, and then, just as swiftly as their spontaneous trip to the bathroom had begun some twenty minutes prior...

"Ohhfuck, y-yessss..."

The hyena slumped down, leaning against one wall of the cubicle with a blissed out, satisfied look upon her face, one hand still idly tweaking at her clit. Her cheeks flushed as she looked up at Oryan, already stuffing his cock back into his jeans as he grinned down at her.

"T-that was... y-you're... thanks."

She giggled, squealing happily as the marbled fox grinned, reached down and took one of her hands in his. Oryan dragged the both pleasure drunk and somewhat tipsy woman back to her feet, and he pressed her back against that same wall of the cubicle with a deep, lingering kiss before withdrawing and murmuring to her in return.

"Thank you, too. Now. Let's get you cleaned up and out of this bathroom, hmm? This is no place for a lady like you."

Five minutes later, hand in hand Oryan and the hyena slipped out of the men's bathroom. The hyena's dress was a little crumpled and there were a few dark stains on its front, but for the most-part it was impossible to tell what she had been up to. Indeed as they embraced, kissed once more and went their separate ways, Oryan beamed as he looked around and considered just how easy it was to do such things so publicly, so shamelessly. So many people were afraid to take control, to take a stand. So many others longed to do so, but lacked the conviction without someone to push them. A dominant force upon whom they could rely.

He watched the hyena hurrying back over to her friends, the same group from which he had plucked her barely half an hour ago with promises of passion and pleasure that would make tonight memorable for a long time to come. He grinned as she got there, sat down, and was immediately engulfed by half a dozen other women asking searching questions, wide eyed and squealing with laughter as the hyena leaned in close and no doubt proceeded to deliver every detail of what had just happened.

Oryan didn't linger there for long though. With his balls drained and his needs sated, for now at least, he could simply focus on relaxing for the rest of tonight. If he was horny again before last call he could always find some other needy yet bashful lady to sweep off her feet and carry home for a night of wild sex, but until then a few beers would suit him perfectly. He made his way back over to the bar. He ordered a pint, settled down into one of the stools, and peered up at the TV screen, watching the sports game upon it and reading the subtitles which accompanied its commentary as the bar's music and dozens of overlapping voices just washed over him. He smiled. He felt so content. So in control. He looked across the bar and saw another woman, a tigress from the same table as the hyena ordering a fresh round of drinks. Their eyes met, and he grinned toothily. Her face turned scarlet, and even though there was no suggestion, no question asked or answer given, they both knew in that moment that had Oryan so much as raised an eyebrow, he could have dragged her oh so willingly back into the same bathroom as her friend and had her learn exactly what it was that had so captivated the hyena about that cheekily grinning fox.

Before Oryan could do anything of the sort though, before he could raise his glass to her and beckon her over with the combined confidence and respect that seemed to make it so easy for him to offer women exactly what they needed, a figure leaned across the bar directly in front of the fox's gaze. A figure large enough to place itself entirely between him and the tigress, and which made Oryan's eyes widen in awe as he found his eyes almost helplessly drifting over its large, powerful form, until finally he came face to face with the owner of that vast, voluptuously plump and yet obviously immensely strong body.

"Hello."

The horse's chestnut fur shone with a glossy radiance, and her rich black mane shimmered as she jerked her head in a brief up-nod to accompany her acknowledgement of the fox. Instantly, Oryan's cheeks burned. He didn't know why, but as he opened his muzzle to try and respond, his usual charm and ease of speech abandoned him. He felt... embarrassed. He felt, unworthy. Few times in his adult life had Oryan had trouble connecting with a woman. With anyone, really. Sexual or not he brimmed with confidence and warmth, eager to make friends, to get to know people regardless of the circumstance. But right now, much as he wanted so very badly to know who this amazing and frankly colossal woman was, he couldn't find the words to make it known.

He jumped as he felt a hand upon his arm, and though it took an immense effort, Oryan turned his head to see... a tigress, standing, blushing and smiling in front of him with a pleading, urgent look in her eyes.

"Hi..."

She murmured seductively.

"Hi?"

He furrowed his brow in confusion, glancing back apologetically at the horse, who just smirked in apparent amusement before reaching out, plucking Oryan's beer from the bar and beginning to take a long draught from it. The marble fox looked back to the tigress where she was still standing in lustful expectation, and he shrugged as her eyes peered searchingly into his own.

"Can I... uh, help you with something?"

A redness crossed the tigress' cheeks, it flushed within her ears, and she tried to lean in close to the fox to whisper to him. Oryan found himself leaning back, though he didn't know why, away from her. She frowned, and looked nervously over her shoulder, towards the table of her friends.

"I... I thought..."

She murmured softly, only to gasp as a large, powerful equine hand landed upon one of her shoulders.

"Don't feel bad, sweetie. You're one hell of a catch. But he's only a man. He might like to flirt, but he's already gotten his tonight, and until he's recharged his batteries, he's as useless as a chocolate dildo when it comes to following through."

The tigress and the marbled fox both looked up at the horse in shock, the former unable to believe that this stranger had just read her mind and this entire situation between them so perfectly, and the latter wishing he could say that she was wrong. That whether he was able to get hard or not he would still happily show any woman a good time. Well... maybe not any woman, not when there was one woman here so obviously deserving of his time and attention above and beyond all others. Nevertheless, for whatever reason, Oryan was happy as the tigress shrugged, smiled gratefully to the horse and rolled her eyes at him, then padded off back towards her friends. He was happy as he was able to turn his full attention back to the horse, and even though he had no idea how he was meant to seduce such a woman as this...

"Now that she's gone, let's get down to business, hmm?"

The horse took another sip of her beer. Oryan's beer, though he didn't seem to even acknowledge that fact as she hurriedly drained the glass from three quarters full to barely an inch or so remaining.

"Tonight, you're mine."

The marbled fox's eyes widened, and he shuddered at that statement. Within his jeans he felt a stirring of excitement, his spent cock no longer quite so spent as that comment alone proved sufficient to begin rousing it once more.

"You will do what I say when I say it. You will follow my every whim... and because of the sorts of things I'm going to ask of you, you'll love every second of it. You think you show women a good time because they get off when they're with you? Because they cum? Cumming is only the beginning. True pleasure, true passion comes from trust. From faith. From obeying anything and everything a lover asks of you, because you sincerely and genuinely believe that they know what's best for you, and all that they want is for you to be happy, and so very, very satisfied."

Oryan bristled at those bold statements. He was used to being the one in charge, but it wasn't just that. At least, that's what the marbled fox told himself. It wasn't simply that this woman was claiming that she was going to essentially Dom him, but rather, that she was being so blunt about it. So utterly without finesse in her approach. He sought out women who were receptive to what he was offering them. Women just as horny and eager for some fun as himself, but who perhaps lacked the brazen confidence to just come out and say it. But, what signals had he given the horse? What opportunity had there even been for him to give her signals, beyond his initial awe at the equine woman's size, power and the beauty she undeniably possessed all tied in to that? How could she possibly think that he of all people in this bar needed to be seduced and brought out of his shell. It was all but laughable.

And yet, he didn't laugh. He didn't tell her that she was wrong, and that he wasn't interested. In fact, as the equine woman set the empty beer glass down upon the bar between them, Oryan had only one instinctive reaction in that moment.

He reached into his jeans' pocket, pulled out his wallet, and set down some money for the drink in question. The horse smiled at him, then she reached out a hand and took his within it. He gripped back at her proffered hand in return, and a moment later the two of them were rising from their seats. They were walking away from the bar, not towards the bathrooms but towards the exit of the bar itself. They were standing side by side hailing a taxi, sitting side by side as they were driven to an address that Oryan had never heard before, and all the while the marbled fox's thoughts were consumed by a single question that he could not answer, despite being in no doubt as to the sincerity of the sentiment behind it.

He wanted this. He wanted to be going home with this woman, to find himself being led back to her place for what he could only imagine was going to be some very intense, very kinky sex indeed. But... why?

*********

"Do you know why you're here?"

It was only when they found themselves standing in an elevator, still hand in hand as the horse led the small, lithe fox up and up towards her apartment, that the horse asked that question of Oryan. His cheeks flushed, and he shook his head.

"I... I d-don't even know your name."

She smiled.

"Did the girl from the bar know your name?"

He frowned.

"No, but... we barely spoke. I just looked at her across the bar, then... t-then you..."

The horse frowned and rolled her eyes.

"Not her. Before her. The hyena. Don't think I didn't see every last little thing you got up to tonight, just because you were so focused on them that you didn't notice me till I made you."

Cheeks flushing, the marbled fox realised that indeed at no point had he exchanged names with the hyena. It wasn't normally something he thought about. If the other woman asked, he'd tell them and ask their name in return. Sometimes he'd volunteer his own as a matter of course during their introductions, and sometimes the woman in question would share hers too, other times not choosing to do so. But, only now as he found himself questioning the horse's lack of an identity did Oryan realise on how many levels he was asking those he spent his intimate time with to trust him. Not just to trust him enough to sleep with him, but to engage in that act with so little information beforehand. Sometimes not even a name.

He opened his muzzle to apologise for that comment, for acting as though it was something he was owed or otherwise due. Before a single word could escape his lips though, the horse spoke once again.

"My name is Julie. May I ask yours?"

Oryan trembled. Even in giving him what he'd asked for, the horse seemed totally in control. As though she hadn't given it because she had been asked, but simply so that she could learn his in return.

"Oryan. I... I'm Oryan."

She smiled, and as the elevator dinged to announce their arrival at the floor upon which her home was found, the equine woman squeezed Oryan's hand within her own as she led him out into the corridor beyond with a gentle murmur.

"Oryan. What a beautifully unique name. I do hope you'll give me reason to scream it before tonight is done."

The marbled fox's cheeks were burning crimson by the time he got to Julie's front door. They hadn't kissed yet. They had barely touched one another beyond holding hands. And yet, she had spoken more than once of them doing far more than that. She had made it perfectly clear that not only was she most definitely picking Oryan up for sex, but that she was to be the one in charge of practically every aspect of that sex. In so many ways this was just the kind of woman that Oryan should have been most comfortable with. A kindred spirit every bit as forward and forthright as himself, who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it. But, her methods were just different enough, her style of seduction just far enough from Oryan's own to throw him off balance. To leave him uncertain and lacking the confidence to act at every turn, no matter how much he wanted to wrap his arms around her neck, pull her down to his level and kiss her. No matter how much he wanted to bury his face between her ample breasts, or to wrap his hands around the gorgeous globes of her ass within the tight black pants she was wearing. For once he was the one who couldn't summon up the courage to take the first step, and thus he couldn't help but let her step more and more into that dominant lead role, simply hoping that she would continue to carry him to where it was his throbbing, already rock hard cock wished to be led.

"Take off your clothes."

Julie's hand rested upon the door handle, the key having already turned inside the lock. Oryan trembled in excitement as he heard her command, eager to slip inside and obey with all due haste. But, as a second passed, then another with the horse still holding the door and staring down at him from the good foot and a half of additional height she had over him, that door never opened. Julie didn't repeat herself. She didn't stare at Oryan with frustration or impatience. She simply watched him, smiling, as realisation dawned over the male's features.

He turned. He looked around and counted the other doorways leading out onto this same stretch of corridor. Six in total, seven if you included the elevators. Seven chances to be seen. Seven chances for people to catch him stripping in a public space, and... why? For what reason, other than because Julie had told him to.

He looked questioningly, pleadingly up at her, and she smiled warmly.

"I want you to take them off here, because inside my apartment those aren't your clothes. Inside my apartment you have only the clothes I give you. Of course, you can say no. You can always say no, always tell me to stop or give you a minute. I'll never push. Never rush. Never demand more than you're willing to give. But... unless you want to take that cock of yours and walk away without it having felt my fingers against its bare flesh. My tongue. My breasts. My pussy. My ass. Unless your cock doesn't care about getting to play around with any of those parts of me... I want you to take off those clothes."

Oryan wanted to resist. He wanted to press his hand down the front of the horse's panties right there and watch her resolve crumbled as he pleasured her in public, where anyone could catch them. He wanted to show her why it wasn't that simple, why it wasn't that easy to do as she was commanding no matter how hot an idea it might have been. And yet, her words got to him. Her words wrapped his body and mind alike around every letter that comprised them, and the sense they made, the suggestions and implications they delivered seemed to unwind and unravel every argument that the marbled fox had. Yes he was nervous, embarrassed, worried about getting caught. But... was he so nervous, embarrassed and worried that he would let it stop him from potentially exploring every crevice of the horse's body with his cock?

Fuck no, he wasn't.

The fox's shirt fell to the floor beside the apartment doorway. His trousers followed suit, and in their wake, already tented and bearing a noticeable dark spot upon their front, Oryan's boxer shorts. He blushed and trembled as he stood naked before the horse, feeling oddly self conscious of his eight inch length as the equine woman towered over him and looked, staring unabashedly up and down the length of his body at every last inch of fur and flesh it had to offer. He yelped helplessly as she reached out and took his balls in one strong hand, fondling and squeezing them a little more tightly than he was used to, though by no means in a way that was unpleasant in its overall effect. Then, with one hand still upon his balls, she opened the door to her apartment. She led him inside quite literally by the balls, and even as he peered back over his shoulder with a whimper to his clothes lying so very visibly on the welcome mat, wallet, keys and phone all resting within his jeans, Julie closed the door behind them once again.

"You don't need your clothes. Forget them."

She murmured, licking her lips as her hand upon the marbled fox's balls slid upward just a little and forced a deep, desperate grunt from Oryan as he suddenly found her stroking his rock hard cock. Masturbating him as her hand grasped his shaft tightly and stroked it up and down with a firmness that even his own self-stimulation rarely achieved in even its most intense moments.

"Tell me you don't want them. Tell me you don't need them. Tell me that all you need is me."

Her thumb teased the head of Oryan's cock rather roughly with several sweeps back and forth across his very tip, and the hand no longer preoccupied with the door and her keys turned its attention to his now abandoned balls, the horse leaning forward, her face directly in front of his own in order to more comfortably reach down and grope him. The marbled fox yelped, rising up helplessly onto his tip-toes and bucking manically against the equine woman's rough yet masterful touches. He nodded, he whimpered, and as he let loose the cry that his lover obviously wanted to hear from him, he felt her beginning to tug on him more pointedly, and gradually to lead him by his pleasure-hungry cock now through the sparse, neatly decorated hallway of her apartment, to what he could only presume was Julie's bedroom.

"A-all I need is... is you, Julie."

They were in her bedroom soon enough, and Oryan let loose a strained cry of lust and longing as he was guided by the cock up onto Julie's bed, only for the equine woman to release her hold on him. He watched as without a word, without the slightest hesitation or thought about what was to come next, the horse began to strip. She pulled off her clothes with the same hurried urgency he had removed his, not putting on a show for him either because she didn't care to, or because she understood all too well that what Oryan wanted right now was to see her, not to be tantalised by the prospect of seeing her.

Her tight trousers slid down off her legs to reveal gorgeous, thick thighs upon long and powerful hoofed legs. Her jacket was cast aside to reveal a strapless tube top beneath, though with the straps of a black lace bra emerging from it to hold her bountiful breasts in check. The top was soon tossed aside, and she smiled at Oryan's wide eyed and shamelessly staring face as she stood before him in her bra and panties, reaching back to unfasten the clasp of her bra and reveal her huge breasts to the marbled fox... before stopping.

"Stroke yourself."

Oryan's eyes widened, and he whimpered as he glanced down at the throbbing cock very pointedly not being touched between his legs. He wanted to, of course he wanted to. But, more than he wanted to pleasure himself in that moment, he wanted to wait so that he could last when he found his cock buried inside some part of her.

"Jerk yourself off. I want to see how good it feels. I want to see how much I turn you on, and how hot it gets you, knowing that you're going to get to see my body soon. Very soon, if you start touching your cock right now."

Bashfully and eagerly all at once, undeniably happy to do so and yet unaccustomed to doing so at the behest of and essentially for the pleasure of another, Oryan began to touch himself. He wanted to see what Julie's body looked like naked. He wanted to see all those parts of herself which she had in no uncertain terms suggested he would get to fuck and toy with, were he to go along with her commands. And that was what they were. Gentle and calmly as they might have been delivered, Oryan's mind was keenly aware of just how easily this horse was manipulating him. Commanding him. Dominating him without once raising her voice, without once suggesting punishment or anything that he did not wish for... besides a night without her companionship, of course... were he to say no, were he to wish to say no to anything she asked.

He stroked himself as the powerful woman stood before him in her underwear, gazing hungrily down at his crotch while her fingers flexed by her sides and her tail whipped back and forth behind her.

"Faster."

The horse moaned, her own desire becoming more and more apparent in every word she uttered. Sure enough, Oryan grunted and growled as he picked up the pace of his masturbation, eyes roaming up and down her body, drinking in her plump yet equally muscular form with reverence and hunger in equal measure.

"Harder. Don't tease. Don't hold back. Jerk off like you need it. Like if I don't stop you, you'll cum for me."

Oryan shuddered and did precisely that. He stopped holding back. Stopped showing off, and simply began to masturbate. His hand flew up and down his cock, fingers caressing his swelling knot as he stared shamelessly at the horse and fantasised about fucking her. About burying his face between her legs and making her whinny. About making her scream his name over and over again. His face flushed. His heart raced. His whole body shook with excitement as the bed creaked slightly beneath the frantic pace of his self pleasure. And then... only then, did Julie smile, moan audibly back at him once, and remove the last of her clothing to stand stark naked, exposed and ready in all her glory before the masturbating marbled fox.

She climbed up onto the bed, its springs creaking beneath her sheer size despite it obviously being a king sized mattress, and straddled Oryan without a word. She pushed him down onto his back, and before the marbled fox could utter a word he felt hot, damp flesh against his cock. His eyes bulged, and he let loose a strained cry of lust as he found his erection pinned to his stomach by Julie's hot pussy. It encircled him, and with her large, prominent clitoris resting against his tip for a moment, so close against him that Oryan swore he could feel it throb like his own cock was throbbing, she began to rock back and forth. Not to fuck him, not to let his erection slip inside of her, but to grind her pussy along the entirety of his erection's length, back and forth, over and over again.

"O-oh god..."

She leaned down over him as Oryan groaned, his eyes widening when she grasped his wrists and held them tightly, pinning them to the mattress either side of the fox's head. Her huge breasts, bare and far more beautiful to behold than the marbled vulpine could ever have imagined, hung over his flushed face with nipples mere inches from his panting muzzle, and only by tilting his head back and rolling his eyes a little upward could Oryan actually see the horse's face as she addressed him once again, a slight raggedness and passion to her calm voice for the first time.

"Back at the bar I told you that cumming is only the beginning. If you want to cum inside me... I need you to make a promise to me first. Nothing will hold you to it but my trust in you. My faith in you, and the hope that you will care enough to return that trust and do what I ask, having faith that I know what I'm doing, and that you'll enjoy the experience."

She rocked her hips back and forth again, Oryan able to feel the growing wetness between her legs, and to see her shuddering, to see the obvious pleasure written across her face as she ground her clit against his cock. He whined and nodded.

"A-anything. I'll do... a-anything. Just please. Please, l-let me fuck you."

The horse beamed. She leaned down further, bringing one breast almost directly to rest upon Oryan's face while her head craned itself down to whisper into one of the fox's perky ears. She told him what she wanted from him in return. She giggled as she pulled back, hearing the sharp gasp of realisation and the subsequent moan of excitement, of shame, of confusion and embarrassment all rolled into one. She pulled herself upright upon the male, continuing to rock and grind against his erection as for a few moments he considered her offer, sincerely weighing up both agreeing and not agreeing to it while his body was deliciously stimulated regardless of the outcome.

Then, a short while and a few deep, frantic breaths later, the fox whimpered his answer.

"Okay. I... I will. I promise. Just please. Please, Julie. Fuck me!"

True to her word, no sooner had Oryan promised to fulfil what the horse had asked of him, she sprang into action. Her hips rose up away from his cock at last, and one of the equine woman's hands fell away from the fox's wrist in order to reach down between them and grab at the base of his cock. She tilted it upward, and held it there just long enough for her pussy to sink mercilessly down around it, consuming every last inch that Oryan had to offer and easily swallowing up his already engorged knot too. The marbled fox's eyes bulged. He had never been with a woman so big as Julie before, never been with a woman whose body was large enough to not only accommodate his knot, but take it in and out of herself with each and every motion of their bodies even when it was fully swollen. But now, as the horse threw her head back in a pleasure stricken whinny and began to ride him, he had. He was, and it felt utterly incredible.

"God, yes... g-grab my tits!"

Already bouncing and grinding herself down upon every one of Oryan's eight throbbing inches, Julie cried out as she finally let her passion loose and cried out in untamed pleasure. She grasped at the fox's wrists once more, but rather than pinning them in place dragged his arms up to her chest, pressing them insistently to her breasts. With a breathless moan as he felt his cock being milked and his knot squeezed and released repeatedly while Julie rode him, Oryan nodded and began to squeeze her breasts. To caress and stroke her large, swollen nipples. Another frantic cry escaped the horse, and she began to ride him harder, thrusting her hips down against the smaller figure beneath her with almost violent desperation as she wailed hungrily to him.

"Harder! Squeeze them! F-fuck. Fuck, yes. Don't hold back. T-twist them. Play with them! Oh, o-ohh fuck, Oryan!"

He tweaked her left nipple gently between two fingers, and while Julie whinnied in pleasure, she cried out more urgently still in the wake of that sensation.

"Harder!"

He tugged on her right nipple with a little more force. Her body spasmed and her pussy convulsed around his cock as a frantic shriek escaped the horse, but still she kept demanding more.

"S-stop fucking holding back! I... I'll tell you if it's too much! Until then, more!"

Grappling both the horse's nipples between forefinger and thumb, Oryan growled as the pleasure surrounding his cock ramped up and up along with the urgency and force of Julie's fucking. Even though it was effectively the horse that was begging him for pleasure now, he still felt as though Julie held all the cards. As though she and she alone was calling the shots here. And in that moment, unaccustomed as Oryan might have been to everything that had transpired thus far since Julie stepped into his life, he was fine with that. She hadn't steered him wrong, hadn't asked anything of him that he hadn't found immensely hot. So, why did he have reason to doubt her now, when she told him not what he wanted... but what else he could do for her body.

With his trembling fingers, he wrenched and tweaked at both of Julie's large, swollen nipples as hard as he could.

" Yes! Aaaahhhgodfuckyesssssssssss!!"

Never in his life, not in person nor pornography had Oryan witnessed an orgasm like the one that consumed Julie as he did as she commanded and applied the full force of his hands to stimulating her nipples. She didn't just scream, she didn't just thrash, she didn't just soak his cock with volumes of ejaculate that were frankly obscene even by the fox's standard. In that moment, she ceased to see him as a person and began to see him as a tool. A toy. An object with only one purpose. To not only give her this extreme pleasure, but to maintain it for as long as possible.

With her upper body flung violently down against his own, Oryan's hands barely able to pull away from her breasts before Julie's chest sandwiched his face between her ample breasts, she began to ride him without mercy. Her ass cheeks clapped loudly as they slapped against his thighs with each thunderous impact, and loud, lewd slurping rang out around the bedroom as her pussy gushed and spasmed in the throes of orgasmic release while still urgently fucking the fox's cock and repeatedly engulfing and releasing his thick, throbbing knot.

" Don't stop!! Harder! Deeper! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohgodfuck! C-cumming, I'm... again, aaaahhyes, I'm cumming!"

Her first orgasm, or at least the furious passion which accompanied it, had scarcely begun to relent before Julie began to shriek again, before Oryan felt the walls of her pussy spasm and clench with renewed fever around him. He felt her arms seek their way beneath his body, wrapping him up tightly as she began to bray, to whinny and to scream in pleasure once again. He felt her body press itself against him as tight as it could, felt her pussy let loose yet more hot gouts of squirting ejaculate that he had no doubt would have sailed well across the room were his crotch not there to intercept it. His ears rang with the volume and wild savagery of her blissful cries, but as he felt his own body losing itself to the pleasure being piled upon it in such abundance through the ministrations of the horse's pussy around his knot, through the sounds of her screams and every other little thing that made this situation so incredibly fucking hot to him as well as Julie herself, there was one particular part of Julie's bliss-stricken mantra that echoed most prominently in his mind and heart.

"Don't stop!"

Even in the wake of her second volatile orgasm, she didn't stop. She didn't slow. She didn't relent in the slightest.

"D-don't fucking stop!!"

He was going to cum. He was going to let loose inside her, to spill every drop of cum his body had been able to produce since his last release earlier that evening with the hyena. There was no denying it and no holding it back, not that Oryan had the slightest desire to hold back. But at the same time he was acutely aware of Julie's command. Her most outright, unabashed and heartfelt command of the night thus far.

Even when he came, even when he was spent... if Julie wasn't spent too, then it didn't matter in the slightest. If Julie wasn't spent too, then he couldn't stop. Not for a minute. Not for a second.

For her, he had to keep going. If not with his cock, then with his muzzle, his fingers, anything and everything at his disposal.

"Aaahhyes!"

Julie's eyes bulged, and she wailed in ecstasy as not her own climax, but Oryan's orgasm crashed through her. His cock throbbed, his knot pulsed, thick ribbons of cum lashed out against her inner walls as they were hungrily consumed by the horse's depths, and as the fox thrashed, howled and moaned helplessly in pleasure beneath her, his climax soon passed... but sure enough, the horse's demands continued.

"More!"

She grunted as she pulled herself off his still twitching, dribbling shaft and scrambled up the bed, lowering her pussy onto his face even as it dripped with his still warm, fresh seed.

"You made me a promise, a-and you're going to keep it, Oryan. But until then... u-until I call in that promise to be fulfilled? I'm gonna fuck you again. A-and again. And until your body is ready to let me..."

She cried out in pleasure as the marbled fox's muzzle wrapped itself around her swollen clit, and began to suckle hungrily upon the bulbous nub like it was a miniature cock. Julie threw back her head, grasping roughly at her own breasts this time and tweaking her nipples violently.

" Yes!"

Her screams echoed around the room. A hot rush of fluids mingled with his leftover cum soaked Oryan's flushed and panting face, and as Julie writhed in orgasm atop Oryan once again, their night together continued precisely as she demanded. With no sign of stopping.

*********

The next morning, Julie's doorbell rang. A few seconds of silence passed, and then her bedroom door swung open. The figure that emerged however was not the horse, but rather, Oryan.

He looked back over his shoulder, trembling as Julie appeared in the doorway half to watch and half to keep him from retreating, a beaming smile crossing her face as she casually reached down between her legs, still utterly naked, and began to touch herself. The marbled fox saw this, whimpered happily at the thought of what he was doing turning the horse on, and proceeded on his way to the door. The bell rang again, and he quickened his pace with a whimper. His feet were silent against the wooden floorboards, long, brightly coloured socks rising up to his thighs and preventing his clawed toes from clicking against the woodwork. His already lithe figure was bound in a silk-tied corset of pale white with a lavender trim. Long silky gloves covered his arms from fingertips to mid way between elbow and shoulder, and around his waist the shortest skirt that Oryan had ever seen rested like little more than a lacy frill around a pair of pale blue, deliciously soft and silky panties whose front was currently obscenely stretched out by the throbbing, uncontrollably worked up length of his cock.

From dawn he had been dressed up this way, fulfilling his promise to Julie like the good and obedient lover that he was. A promise he might have made in the heat of the moment yesterday, but which had bound him to her for the entirety of today as well. A promise to let Julie dress him up in something more fitting for the adorable, obedient little slut that he was, and that while dressed up like that, he would serve and service her in whatever way she desired all day long.

And right now, what Julie seemed to want more than anything else in the world was for her cross-dressed, submissive marble fox slut to answer the front door, all the while fixing him with a lustful, knowing smile that both let Oryan hope he wasn't about to get in immense amounts of trouble for flashing some totally unaware stranger, but also reminded him that there was quite possibly a whole lot about today that was still to be revealed, and this girly outfit in which he was now dressed was only the beginning.

Slowly, carefully and with Julie's gentle moans of masturbatory bliss still ringing in his ears from the far side of the hallway, Oryan opened the front door and peered through with just his head exposed. His eyes bulged.

Standing in the hallway beyond, grinning and utterly naked, were three men every bit as tall and broad in stature as Julie. Two more horses stood flanking the central figure, a zebra who had a hand upon each of their cocks, casually stroking their already rock hard shafts while his own twitched, erect but unattended in front of him, so large it almost brushed against the door with each throb. They laughed as they saw Oryan, a delicate bow tied around his right ear, but not mockingly. Not with the taunting hatred that the fox had feared. It was a laugh of delight, one of joy. The zebra spoke on behalf of the trio, releasing both his companion's cocks in order to grasp his own with one hand, and gesture with the other as though offering it to the marbled fox.

"Well now, Julie said you were cute... but goddamn! Can me and my friends come in, please? Your mistress is expecting us, I believe."

Oryan peered over his shoulder to where Julie was standing and watching. She murmured happily, rubbed at her clit with one hand and one swollen, obviously well-worked nipple with the other, and nodded her assent. The fox pulled the door wide open, and immediately yelped as while all three men surged inward leaving a now much larger pile of discarded clothes outside, the zebra bent over and swept him up into an effortless firefighter's carry. One strong hand wrapped around Oryan's back to hold him in place, while the other came to rest upon his panty-clad ass, caressing it gently as he carried the marbled fox back towards the bedroom, ducking through the door to avoid knocking their heads upon it.

Already, by the time he entered the bedroom in the zebra's embrace, Oryan could hear Julie's moaning getting louder. Sure enough as with a yelp he was flung down onto the bed and out of the zebra's embrace, he saw the other horses, one pale brown and white in patches and the other a bluish grey, embracing Julie in unison. She was whispering to them as her hands massaged each of their cocks, and they in turn were fondling her breasts with the same roughness that Oryan had learned to use the night before. When they parted ways with a deep kiss each, they made their way over to the bed as the zebra slipped over to join the mare who quite obviously was not only in command of Oryan, but each and every man present. He watched as the zebra approached Julie so meekly, so submissively, head bowed and movements furtive, eager to obey at the first mention of a command. But just as they got close to one another and he saw Julie's hand reaching towards the zebra's colossal cock, the marbled fox's vision was suddenly impaired.

Not one but two thick, throbbing equine cocks flopped into place, twitching and straining as they crossed over one another and rubbed together while each of their owners knelt down on the bed either side of Oryan's head. They looked down at him with hungry expectation, gently rocking their hips and moaning as they rubbed their shafts against one another, and in that moment the fox found himself recalling the precise wording of part of his command from Julie when the doorbell first rang.

"Go greet our guests. If it is who I hope it is, invite them in. And if it is them... I expect you to make them feel as welcome and cherished as though it were me you were welcoming."

He had to make them feel as welcome as he would Julie. And given everything that he knew of his mare mistress already, that meant only one thing.

He reached out, and as his neck craned up and he began to nuzzle and lick at not one but both men's cocks in hungry unison, each of the fox's trembling hands cupped and began to tenderly fondle one of the stallions' balls.

"Please..."

He murmured softly as he took first one, then the other stallion's tip into his muzzle for a few moments before releasing it and going after the other man's drooling erection instead.

"P-please... tell me what you want. Tell me h-how I can make you feel good."

Oryan heard the bed creak, and peered up with wide, longing eyes to see not Julie, but the zebra joining him and the other two stallions upon the bed. The zebra's thick black cock was glistening, and not just with pre-cum, not even saliva. It was glistening with what looked like a slippery layer of lubricant, and as the marbled fox glanced past the zebra to see Julie sitting upon a chair in the corner of the room, phone in one hand and the other between her legs as she masturbated while beginning to record what was going on in front of her, their eyes met with mutual understanding.

In rapid succession, all three men told Oryan how he could make them feel good. How he could make them feel hotter and happier than anything else. And of course, it was the same way in all three cases. All four in fact, for right now Oryan felt the same precise way himself.

"Give the mistress the show she wants."

"Let the mistress see you enjoying me. Enjoying all of us."

"Make her happy. N-nothing could make me feel better than that."

It wasn't about what they wanted. Not any of the three stallions surrounding him, nor indeed Oryan himself. Here, in this place, it was never about them. Never about any man. It was Julie who called the shots. Julie whose desires and longings and happiness drove their own. And thus, in order to make all of them as happy as possible... all Oryan had to do was keep his promise. All he had to do was obey his mistress.

All he had to do was be a submissive, needy little slut for her and anyone to whom she commanded him to care for, and everyone would get precisely what they wanted.

"Cum on me..."

He moaned to the two stallions kneeling either side of him, his hands abandoning their balls and grasping their cocks, beginning to stroke them as he ceased trying to suck them off one at a time and opened his muzzle wide, moaning as he rubbed both erections against the soft fur of his face while each of the stallions whinnied and shuddered in delight.

"Cum on my face. D-down my throat. Paint me."

As for the hulking zebra kneeling between his legs though, there was only one way and one way alone that Oryan could attend to him. He lifted his legs, he lifted them high up into the air, and flashed his cute, erection-stretched silky panties to the zebra, wiggling his ass and wagging his tail in the buff male's direction.

"And you..."

He moaned, eyes rolling back in his head as he heard Julie moan in pleasure too, the sound of her fingers in her wet pussy already beginning to echo around all of them as she watched, as she enjoyed seeing her boys cavort and play together for her amusement and excitement.

"...y-you know what she wants. What she needs."

Oryan spoke shakily to the zebra, and without a word the zebra blushed, nodded, and reached out to begin teasing Oryan's girly, soft and lacy panties off his sweet buttocks to expose them, freeing his cock and balls at the same time, but with a hungry gaze focused on the marbled fox's cute, tight ass.

"Fuck me. F-fill me. Leave me leaking, dripping with your cum all day long... a-and..."

He peered around the trio of stallions, the trio of huge cocks to which he was so shamelessly, so sluttily and devoted attending, moaning breathlessly as he considered how proud Julie would be if he made them all cum. How it would make her feel, and how she might reward him later.

"...and please, all of you. Don't stop. Not until she's spent. N-not until she tells you to. Fuck me. Cum on me. Use me. Let her see it all. Let her enjoy the show f-for as long as she can. A-and... oh god, please... no matter how spent I am, no matter how tired you all are... please don't stop until she asks."

By Jeeves

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