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Doors unlocked, hun~

Just let yourself in

Those were the last two texts I got from Cass. We had met on a MMO server and found out we lived nearby. Barely a week after that, Cass started insinuating she'd be interested in meeting in person. I'm pretty thickheaded, but she left nothing to subtlety about why we would get together, and I had to admit I had not got my dick wet in a long time.

Never got it wet with a vixen, either, so the chance at something new also excited me.

Cass lived in a plain looking bungalow in a low-income suburb, which was still a step up from my studio apartment and part of the reason I wanted to hook up at her place. More space meant more to do than just fuck, and I genuinely liked talking to Cass. Which probably accounted for my nerves as I waited on her porch. A few thriving potted plants outside soaked up the sun beside me. Despite her texts, I still knocked.

From my pocket my phone buzzed. A text: Just showering and freshening up. Let yourself in.

Alright then, I took a deep breath and swung the door open. Her apartment smelled sweetly of some kind of musk. I couldn't quite pinpoint it, but it reminded me of a ripe flowering plant, almost sickly but not bad. I stepped inside to a carpeted living room, a hallway to my left, a kitchen farther ahead. On a small table near the door she had piled a bunch of mail addressed to Cassandra Laws, so this was definitely the right place.

From the hallway I heard, “Down here, hun." Cass and I spoke over voice calls before. She had this rich, sultry voice that made it so even when she barked at you to tank something it still sounded like flirting.

I moved down the hall with, “Hey Cass, I, uh, didn't know if you wanted anything, but I brought some beers. They're out in my car. Miller High Life is what you like, right?"

I moved to where the voice came from. A cracked bathroom door with the sound of dripping water. “Awww, that's so sweet!" Cass said. “How about you go put them in the fridge then go to my bedroom, hmm? I just gotta dry my fur then I'll join you."

Right to the bedroom, then? Even for a booty call this felt a little fast. Still, I swallowed the knot in my throat and said, “I'll see you soon!" I had to raise my voice because she turned on a blow dryer right as I opened my mouth.

I went back to the car, dropped the beer in the fridge. There was already an ample supply of those and soda, a leftover pizza in the box, and a freezer full of TV dinners. That had just been me being nosy. The house felt neat, but not clean. In a corner of the living room was a desk where Cass no doubt did her gaming from. A few finished and forgotten cans of energy drinks still stood next to a mechanical keyboard and fancy monitor.

I just had a dinky laptop and graphic settings turned as low as they could go. Admiring her rig a moment longer, I moved back down the hall to her bedroom.

A nightstand, wardrobe, and closet, nothing else but a low-to-the-floor bed with the sheets made and at its foot a facemask with a sticky-note attached: “Get naked, lie back, and put this on like a good boy."

I blushed a little at those last few words. We had done some RPing, and Cass loved to make me her sub. It wasn't a role I'd ever played with girls before, but Cass had been very good at making me like it.

I picked up the facemask, that sweet musk was stronger on this. My nose crinkled a little, but I didn't dislike it. Long as I got to see the body Cass liked to call “voluptuous" at some point.

I stripped, already half-hard. My cock knew better than to look a gift vixen in the mouth. I put on the blindfold and got on the bed, groping my way to the headboard then lying back on the single pillow in its center. Not long after, I heard the bathroom door creak open, footfalls on the carpet.

Cass's voice: “Oh my, what a good boy."

My cock twitched a little at the praise, getting fatter with each pulse. I licked my lips and said, “Uh, gotta admit, I didn't expect we'd go straight to this."

Tittering, she said, “Hehe, given our little roleplays, I was sure you wouldn't mind."

Those were roleplays she started, guided, but I let her and enjoyed them all the same.

“Stay still for me, my cute subby boy."

“Yes mistress," I said, getting another giggle out of her. It made me feel good just to hear her excitement, even as velvet-lined leather cuffs were cinched tight around my ankles. Bed restraints. Cass always talked about tying me up. Nerves raked through my diaphragm, but I was still excited, so I let her cuff my wrists as well, leaving me spread arms akimbo, legs open. The restraints used the weight of the bed and everything on it to help keep me in place. I tested one on my wrist, and felt it meekly tug against the mattress, unable to lift more than a few inches off the sheets.

The bed creaked as Cass climbed on top of it. Something soft and smooth touched my stomach, getting a gasp out of me. Pawpads from her digits, followed by trimmed claws pricking at my skin. “So cute and helpless," Cass whispered as she moved on the bed. The mattress sank under her weight, pulling me towards her. Cass had said she was bigger than most girls, but it still surprised me a little to know she was so much heavier than me.

That thought made me realize how stupid I'd been acting. My dick had determined all my decision making up until this point: I actually had no idea what Cass looked like outside of descriptions. I could be getting catfished out of my fucking—

More pawpads, a hand caressing my cheek. That sweet smelling musk, Cass's scent, was close now. I felt her breath on my face, and she whispered, “Such a good boy." She kissed me. My first kiss from a vixen. Her mouth wasn't wide as mine, given the angular muzzle, but her lips were warm and inviting, her tongue sweet tasting with a hint of mint from brushed teeth. I melted. If a kiss this good was supposed to be wrong I didn't want to be right.

She tilted her head a little, and her tongue plunged inside my mouth. That strong and long muscle swabbed across my tastebuds. It was strangely smooth compared to my tongue, but it felt good to have licking up and down mine. Her kisses easily overwhelmed mine in ways that told me all those RPs weren't just for show. My arms fought in their restraints as I reflexively tried to grab and pull her closer. My lips followed hers as she broke the kiss and sat up.

I was panting while she laughed. “Such an eager little boy. Don't worry, I've got something better for your tongue to play with."

Oh lord. That got a little whine out of me. A “Please mistress," I didn't ever expect to hear actually come from my mouth. I did want Cass bad. Wanted her more than I really expected.

She placed a finger to my lips. “Shhh, no need to beg yet, pet."

Cass straddled my shoulders, slipping her legs under my arms and angling herself in position. I knew what she intended to do. We talked plenty about her riding my face until my jaw hurt, and I expected no less soon as she tied me up. I could already smell her cunt. Different from other girls I had been with: that musk I smelled on the facemask with a tinge of something earthy, like mushrooms cooking in a sweet glaze. It was alluring, and my head pulled up a bit, and I felt her tail curl around my face. It tickled my senses before hiking up.

Cass whispered, “Be a good boy and make your mistress' pussy feel good." She sat backwards, and my world became smothered in soft fur and flesh. I barely got out a breath, each one tainted in her scent. A perfect compliment to what my lips kissed: fleshy and plump, a little wrinkled. Was this what a vixen's spade was supposed to feel like? I kissed again, finding the flesh yielded in ways at once familiar. Buried in her backside, I barely heard a little sigh from Cass as I worshipped her entrance with my lips.

Vixen pussy was different but still enticing. I started eating her out best I could. I felt her opening expand a little, Cass spreading herself for me. That musky hole drew me in. Unlike a human's cunt, the spade wasn't as wet around the lips, with only a slight sheen of moisture that I licked up. The more I ate her out and explored, the more my pleasure grew. I felt myself on a strange hair trigger. Eating her out like this got me so excited that I knew I'd be reduced to a two pump chump if she played with my cock right now.

Fortunately, she left it alone, and I stayed on the edge of this delightful precipice, shaft leaking and twitching across my belly. I replaced every bit of her arousal with my spit, and now worked at the fleshy bud, that wrinkled swirl of spade flesh. I wanted my tongue inside her, which was harder than I expected, but only excited me more at the prospect. I had heard from friends that spades could tighten up and wring you dry. I wanted to experience that for myself.

“That's it, get in there," Cass huffed. “You're, hah, so close, pet."

I bucked my hips helplessly. Already my jaw ached. It had only been a few minutes, but the intoxicating pleasure of eating her out spurred me on. I kissed and sucked on her sex, tastebuds slathering up and down her supple flesh, pushing till it finally yielded. More of her earthy, sweet arousal graced my palate. My eyes watered, the flavor almost ripe in strength. We both moaned, mine muffled as she leaned back, forcing more of her weight on me.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't care less. My tongue wriggled inside her, undulating in and out that tight ring, smearing my aching lips with drool. I never tasted a girl like Cass. So delightfully enticing. I could not get enough. My chest ached from a lack of oxygen, and a lightheaded fog of pleasure consumed me. I got so close to cumming even as I almost blacked out. Almost, for at that moment, Cass finally stood back up on her knees.

Dazed, I gasped for breath, wheezing a little. Precum, in thick globs, spat across my abdomen. My balls churned with a desperate need, like I'd spent the last hour getting edged. How long had I been under her anyways? It could have been hours or minutes. My everything felt so out of place that, when Cass reached behind her and slipped off my facemask, it took a moment for me to actually open my eyes.

Given the weight earlier, I expected her to be fat, but even then I still stared a moment. Just one of her thighs matched the thickness of both mine, and her butt had swallowed me whole. Her butt, for I had not been eating out a spade. Cass had spread herself after removing the blindfold, giving me a clear view of the ass I'd been eating out. The first ass I'd ever eaten out. I gawked, my arousal flagging as I stared at the puffy black pucker. Cass had dark silver fur peppered black in places, her tail and ears completely tipped charcoal.

Between her legs hung a small pair of balls, no doubt with a sheath resting above them. She was trans, another thing she'd not told me.

I wasn't one to panic over the idea of sleeping with a trans woman, but getting lied to and tricked like this did flag every alarm bell in my skull. She broke my panicked reverie with, “Enjoying the view, pet?"

Something bitter and mean sprung to my lips, but I swallowed that in favor of really struggling with my restraints.

“Ah-ah-ah," Cass chided before sitting back down on me. I turned my head defiantly, tried to speak, but found my mouth full of fur and her big, round butt. She ground up and down, and said, “Come on now, be a good boy, Jake. You were enjoying yourself so much before, what's changed?"

What changed is I knew how much she lied to me, but I could not really debate that. I struggled until my arms and legs grew tired, my wrists sore. I was barely able to breathe, and every breath came totally tainted with her musky backside. What was worse is my erection responded to her musk, to being smothered. Some part of me still wanted this.

“Poor pet," Cass cooed. “If you want out of those restraints, you have to be a good boy and do what your mistress says."

I grit my teeth. I thought about biting her, but also knew that could just be incredibly dangerous. It seemed like the best way out of this situation was to obey her. She'd let me out of the restraints eventually, hopefully.

Plus more of that scent and taste… that pleasure…

No, I was listening to her so I could get out of this situation.

I submitted to her, turning my head to kiss her pucker. That fat mound of flesh matched my lips in size. It made it easy to sink deeper into the moment. Brow wrinkled, toes clenched, I gave it a lick. Knowing what it was did not make it revolting. Cass's intoxicating musk hit me again, and all that excitement from before edged at my consciousness, like an eager crowd waiting for the doors to open. I knew if I let it in I'd be swept away again.

“We don't have all day, pet."

Cass forced her weight down again until I couldn't breathe. Her threat worked. I started tonguing her entrance again, giving full, deep kisses to her pucker. She moaned and the weight lifted off a little. I sucked in a breath through my nose and kept lavishing her entrance.

“Nnf, be sure to get back in there," she ordered. I craned my chin up to force more pressure on her entrance, getting my tongue deep in there again. That wash of musky flavor made me shiver. The doors burst open and I moaned. How did she taste so good? It didn't matter that my jaw ached, that some strange itching at my nose made me want to sneeze. I kept my lips locked to her hole, making out with her entrance in sloppy, submissive worship. My cock ached on the edge of orgasm, but it felt different as well. I noticed my stomach felt more coated in arousal. My dick was slicker, the precum more productive than before. And a pressure had grown at the base of my dick. A strange, enticing thing I didn't understand anymore than why it was getting easier and easier to plunder her asshole.

Not only did my jaw begin to hurt less, Cass stopped spreading herself. Her ass closed around my face, but I had no trouble burrowing into the cleft of her anus. My lips and nostrils feasted on the scent and taste of her ass. My whiskers pressed flat to my cheek. Whiskers… that felt wrong yet right at the same time. My tongue worked deep inside her. What could possibly be wrong when worshipping my mistress?

My body was heating up all over now. Something between the crawl of ants on my skin and the pulsing buzz of building pleasure. It may have hurt, may have been alarming, if Cass's musk had not left me so subdued. I moaned against her. Whatever this was, it didn't matter so long as I had my mistress to worship.

My lips did not feel quite as matched to her pucker. Had it grown larger? No… my lips had shrunk, becoming more slender. Just as my tongue had lengthened with the rest of my face. I somehow sported a muzzle. It mattered little when it became so easy to nuzzle into her ass and worship the font of that wondrous musk. Of course these changes had been necessary. Mistress just wanted me to be the best pet I could be.

I lost track of time under her again. I worshipped her, zealous, on edge as the fur growing in on my belly became matted in precum. I felt the restraints around my ankles become looser as my feet and legs turned wiry and digitigrade, but I had no thought to try and slip the restraints now. There was just her and her and her.

Mistress got off me. My half-lidded eyes now matched her violet irises. I knew, a recognition when she turned in the bed to look down and admire me. I was a silver fox like her. Black to silver to off white pelt that I saw on her front. Her massive breasts were big enough I could have been suffocated with them as well. Her dark black areolas and fat nipples matched the color of her rim. She was a goddess, and I revelled in the sight of her while her musk stained my mind and the fur on my new muzzle.

Mistress giggled and leaned down, gracing me with a kiss. “Such a good boy." The kiss deepened. My new, slender muzzle locked with hers. Her mouth overwhelmed mine and all I could do was mew meekly for her, quivering, my vulpine cock still making a mess of my fur. Mistress' drool tasted so good. Our sloppy kiss lasted and lasted while her fingers combed through my new fur, pricking and scratching, teasing my changed flesh. Each touch sparked sharp, sure pleasure through me. Being her pet meant surrendering totally to bliss and need, warmth and lust.

She broke the kiss, both of us panting with strings of saliva connecting our maws before she licked her chops and smiled. “Good boys deserve a reward."

She moved down the bed, putting her back towards me while she straddled my hips. My breath caught in my throat as I watched her spread that fat ass again. She gave me a clear view of her plump, swollen dark rim before reaching down, one paw still spreading her cheeks. The other paw grabbed my cock, which now sprung from a thick sheath. It looked much bigger in its dark red, canine shape. The pointed tip oozed so much precum that it could lube any entrance in a few seconds.

Mistress wedged it in the cleft of her pucker. I gasped at the heat of her hole, how slick and inviting it felt. Whining, I felt a pressure grow at the base of my dick, my knot inflating before I even penetrated her.

Reverse cowgirl, tail flagged so I saw everything, she sank backwards. My meat speared inside her, that mound of wrinkled flesh caving in around my shaft. I whined, transfixed as Mistress tossed her head back in a moan. Her obvious pleasure felt just as good as her asshole did: slick, wet heat sucking my shaft deeper into her pliant body. Her walls had a tight grip on me, leaving me to do little but pulse and drool my arousal inside her. She sat back and swallowed my shaft whole, with ease.

“Fuck… my pet's so big!" Mistress' praise made my tail twitch and wag what little it could pinned beneath me. Her fat hips ground left and right right onto my sheath, her weight so great I would have been pinned even without the restraints. She cupped one of her breasts, toying with a meaty nipple while she worked her inner muscles. She squeezed up and down, milking my shaft hard. I groaned, my balls aching. I wanted so badly to cum, I teetered on the edge, like my dick already swelled with a violent load but something pinched off the release.

“You're pulsing so much, pet," Mistress purred. She began riding my lap. Pounding her mound against my knot. I watched the fist-sized bulb almost force its way inside her again and again. Each time, her dark pucker yawned halfway before Mistress rocked forward. Perhaps if I knotted her I might cum, and in my desperate lust I wanted to hump up into her, try to wedge it in her cloying vent, but I still felt so weak, so warm, so helplessly hers, that I did not fight. She rode my shaft, moaning, praising me, milking me for all the pleasure she wanted to take.

It's what good boys did. They pleased their mistress. And time became a meaningless blur of sating her. Her body worked me like a pumpjack, and I got to admire all the little ways she basked in toying with me, riding up and down. Her tail would twitch every time I massaged her prostate, her back quivering when she teased the apex of my knot, her butt and my crotch became matted with the copious amounts of precum I leaked inside her. Churned up and frothing, my arousal leaked constantly from her worked over sex.

I watched and watched, awed by how much beauty could be made from taking pleasure from another. From me. A deep warmth blossomed in my chest, loving her and loving serving her. So enraptured, I barely noticed when she decided to go all the way.

Mistress screamed when my knot punched inside her. Her walls contracted, body tensing with a loud, “Fuck!" She doubled over, hand planted at the foot of the bed for balance, and, panting, finally released me with: “Ahhh… c-cum for me." I whimpered and my body obeyed in an instant. My orgasm made me see stars. I shut my eyes, toes clenched, swollen balls churning as I came harder than ever before. Violent, virile gouts of my cum filled her backside. So quickly I felt slimy, wet heat begin to envelope my shaft, press around my knot for escape. Mistress whimpered, “Th-that's it, darling. Such, ah, good pet. So pent… pent, hnng, up."

We basked in our mutual orgasm, as I dumped my load inside her. More cum than I ever knew in my previous life, which in the clarity of afterglow, hovered before me like a bad dream. I could not even understand why I chose to live that life when I could be hers.

Quivering, making both of us groan at the sharp sensation, Mistress spun around and faced me again. I saw her relatively smaller cock still leaked thin, viscous cum from her tip, knot still engorged. She leaned down, violet eyes swirling with light. Giggling, she gave me a peck on the nose, “You're ours now, Jakey."

Ours. It meant nothing to me as long as I could be hers.