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Two foxes stood at the door to the house. The tod checked the details of his appearance: he made sure his hat was level, his tie straight, and he rubbed the pad of his thumb on the brass corner of his briefcase to make sure it shined. The vixen smoothed the edges of her dress, then put on her warmest smile. They exchanged nods and he rang the doorbell.

A few moments later, it opened, showing a wolf smoking a cigarette with a dour expression. "Hello," he said in tones without warmth.

"Hello and good day to you, sir," the tod said with a tip of his hat and forced cheeriness. "My name is John Ostermann, and this is my wife Marian. Is this the Davis residence?"

The wolf nodded silently.

"We're here representing HypnoTech, the finest in modern adult entertainment technology. May we have a few moments of your time?"

The wolf, Mr. Davis, looked about to say no and shut the door in their faces, when a second voice popped up from within the house. "Did he say HypnoTech?" Another wolf, this one with a snowy white pelt, appeared in the house, and whispered something quickly to her husband.

The male wolf listened with a turned ear while his eyes remained on the two foxes. Without any change in his expression, he opened the door wider. "Come on in."

The pair of foxes smiled and entered. The tod handed his hat and jacket to the white wolf, who invited them to the living room. The foxes admired the modern decor: the bright oranges, yellows, and browns, the thick carpet, the brick-lined fireplace, and the television set, which was newer even than the Ostermanns' own. The wolves sat side-by-side on a couch while the foxes sat opposite them on a pair of armchairs that seemed fresh from the store.

"So," Mr. Davis glanced to his wife, "I haven't heard anything of HypnoTech before, although Janice has."

The white wolf gave a gentle nod. "You know Mrs. Johnson from the bridge group? Her neighbor apparently used HypnoTech and can't stop talking about how much she loved it." Her voice, although animated, was also muted, as though she were not used to speaking to someone who sat farther than a foot away.

Mr. Davis puffed his cigarette and eyed the salesfoxes suspiciously. "What exactly does HypnoTech do?"

The tod pulled himself upright in his chair and launched into his sales patter. "As I said, HypnoTech offers the finest in modern adult entertainment technology--"

"Adult," the wolf interrupted. "Meaning?"

"Sexual, of course," the vixen said, speaking for the first time. "Many companies offer `bedroom helpers' or 'titillators' as if you were not mature enough to be told exactly what they were selling you. HypnoTech believes the direct approach is the best one."

The wolf chewed the end of his cigarette. "I'm not sure if we need..." He glanced to the side and saw his wife leaning forward on the couch, ears perked, tail still. "But go on."

The tod set his briefcase down gently on the coffee table, opening it but hiding its contents. "HypnoTech wants to bring the revolution in psychological engineering into your home. While NASA begins to explore space, we believe the reaches of the mind are the true next frontier. There are ascetics and sages in far off lands who take decades of study to achieve what HypnoTech can do in minutes with solid American know-how." He pulled out an item from the suitcase. It was a simple leather collar with a bulky metal box on one end. He and his partner stood and he slipped the device around her neck so that the box was positioned over her spine.

The vixen slowly turned on the spot to show off the collar from all angles while her partner prepared the next item. She rolled her head to show that it did impede her movement. When he was ready, he motioned to her and she stood still, facing the couple on the couch.

The tod dropped his voice. "Now, what you are about to witness is an advanced form of HypnoTech's capabilities. Imagine, my friends, that you are attending a performance of the great hypnotist, Professor W.L. Shale, who is demonstrating techniques rediscovered on his study of ancient Egypt. He seeks a member of the audience. A young lady joins him on stage. But before the act can begin..." The fox chuckled and resumed his normal tones. "Before it can begin, he has to spend ten minutes at least pulling her down into a trance, whereas we can achieve the same with the press of a button." From the briefcase, the tod pulled out a radio-control unit, which caught the attention of Mr. Davis, and then he tapped it. There was a slight electronic hum from the vixen's collar, and then she started to go limp. Her gaze unfocused and settled onto a spot in the middle of the air. Her breathing became slow and regular. Her expression slackened and her jaw hung open, a dot of saliva dripping from her lips. "Voila! Her mind becomes quieter than even the most skilled mesmerist could achieve."

Mr. Ostermann, in the middle of his own act, did not bother to check how his audience of two was reacting. He demonstrated how deep his wife was by waving his hand in front of her face, snapping his fingers, and even shouting sharply in her ear. Her eyes did not focus. Her ears did not move. Her whiskers did not even twitch. "I know what you are thinking. Some mesmerists out there are charlatans. And it could simply be that my wife is an excellent actor. I could demonstrate the truthfulness of her position, if you do not mind something more risque."

"Go on," Mr. Davis said, his voice betraying a small amount of curiosity.

The tod placed a hand on the vixen's back, and then with a few flicks of his fingers to undo the restraints, and then a sharp tug, the tear-away dress came off with a whisper of fabric over fur and left her standing in nothing but her heels, having been fully naked underneath it. The wolves' eyes went wide, but neither of them made a movement to stop him or look away.

"How very naughty my wife has been," the tod said overdramatically. "I do think she should be punished for being so indiscreet. As it is your house, perhaps you would like to do the honors." He plucked out a paddle from his suitcase and flicked it into the air, catching it by the blade with the handle pointing right to Mr. Davis. "And you can see for yourself how deep she is."

Mr. Davis seemed paralyzed, staring at the offered paddle. Smoke curled slowly from the cigarette forgotten between his lips.

"Go on," his wife said encouragingly.

The wolf had reached halfway out to the handle before stopping himself. "Are you sure?" he asked the tod.

"Of course. If I did it, you might think I was in on the act. You wouldn't trust a magician to tell you a deck of cards was shuffled, would you?"

The wolf shook his head and took hold of the paddle in a firm grasp. As he came around the table, the fox closed the briefcase to hide the wares he would bring out later. Mr. Davis stood beside the naked vixen for a moment, assessing things. He delicately reached down to pull her tail up and away, noting how limp it was in his touch, and then brought the paddle down in a firm crack right on the vixen's ass. He had been so intently focused there that he hadn't thought to pay attention to her face, but the white wolf gasped out. "She didn't even flinch."

Mr. Davis gently returned the tail to its position, as if not trusting what would happen if he let go. His gaze lingered on the naked form in front of him and the shapely curve of her breasts, before turning and handing the paddle back to the salesman. "It is impressive," he said, "but I don't see what use we would have for such a thing."

The fox took the paddle back and set it in the briefcase as Mr. Davis resumed his seat. "You would be surprised how many of HypnoTech's most loyal customers seek the opportunity for a few minutes of true relaxation. A poor night's sleep? Try a Thought Collar. Work drained all your energy? Try a Thought Collar. As our esteemed researcher, Dr. Boris Vasiliev says..." and he launched into a scientific drawl full of words even he was not sure as to the full meaning of, but they were suitably long and obscure and therefore impressive. Mr. Davis's head bobbed along in feigned understanding, but Mrs. Davis stayed staring at the fox, not listening.

When he finished talking, it was her who spoke up first. "But HypnoTech specializes in adult entertainment. Do you use the Thought Collar for that?"

"Oh yes. The Thought Collar has three settings. (Our competitors at Somnus Inc. can only manage two.) The effect you see here is the highest setting, which suppresses all but the necessary thoughts, like those needed for breathing." He gave another demonstration, standing beside the vixen and gently pushing her from side to side by the shoulders. Even when he rocked her hard enough to unbalance her, she did not react as she began to fall into his arms. He stood her straight again after that. "As you can see, even instinctive reactions are completely absent. But the middle setting allows for the subconscious mind to be active while suppressing the conscious mind. Like so."

The tod tapped a button on the radio control, and slowly the vixen began to regain some energy. Her eyes focused, but they focused on a spot on the distant wall. Her breathing sped up and her arms were no long falling completely slack at her side. It was as though she were simply very tired. He stepped behind her and again tried to demonstrate rocking her, but this time instead of staying rigidly still like a department store mannequin, she leaned slightly to maintain her balance.

"In this state, her mind is highly suggestible and pliable. For example..." He plucked out a common duster from the briefcase and pressed it into her hand. Her fingers closed around it. He leaned in to speak into her ear, but made sure his voice was loud enough to be heard by the two raptly attentive wolves. "The television is looking dusty. Go and clean it, and as you do, with each sweep, you will feel a little thrill of sexual pleasure."

Then he stepped back as the vixen turned and began to walk over to the television, still looking somewhat sleepy and distant from the world. She bent over it, tail high, giving both wolves a view of her sex as she languorously dusted. After the first sweep of her arm, her muzzle opened and let out a soft sigh. With each subsequent sweep, there was more and more of a shift in her hip, side to side, thighs grinding against each other. And by the time she was done, there was a clear scent of vulpine excitement in the air. When she finished, she just stood at the side of the television, but there was a subtle sway in her hips and tail.

"This setting is extremely popular among housewives," the tod remarked, not even attempting to return the wolves' gaze to him. "Instead of listening to the radio or the same old record over and over again, imagine performing your daily tasks like this, riding waves of bliss. And imagine," here he addressed Mr. Davis, speaking up just enough to turn the wolf's attention to him, "just how she would be when you get home, after spending her day like this."

The wolf coughed politely and crossed his legs. "I can imagine."

"And there's a third setting?" the white wolf asked.

The tod smiled and picked up the radio controller. He aimed it at her and tapped another button.

The vixen took a slow deep breath and then turned, smiling at the other occupants. She seemed mostly back to the woman who had walked in to the house only a few minutes ago, although she seemed lighter somehow. She glided back over to the coffee table and bent down to her discarded dress.

"Leave it," the tod cut in. "Remain naked and standing."

"Of course," the vixen said, her voice remaining somewhat dreamy as she stood back to attention, fully naked.

"In this state, she remains suggestible. Direct orders will be obeyed. And she will also answer any question with complete honesty. This latter quality is, in my opinion, one of the greatest treasures of HypnoTech."

"Really?" Mr. Davis asked.

"Oh yes." It was not the tod, but the vixen who answered, even though the question had been directed to him. "Even in the most devoted relationships, there is unintentional dishonesty, especially regarding sex. Few couples fully express their desires, for fear they might not be understood or enjoyed by their partners."

The tod turned in his seat and looked up at her. "Marian, what is your favorite sex act?"

She looked at him. "Being bent over the edge of the couch and fucked roughly up the ass. I love being knotted and filled by your seed and then remaining tied while you finger me."

"And do I fuck you that way often?"

"At least once a week, ever since I first told you."

"And do you love it?"

Marian let out a deep, contented sigh as she nodded. "More than I would have thought possible. Our sex life has never been better."

The wolves stared open-mouthed at the naked vixen for a while before the white wolf gathered the courage to ask, "And how does it feel?"

"It feels heavenly," the vixen said.

"If you'd like to try it, we did bring a second Thought Collar for testing." The tod pulled a second device out of the briefcase and let it dangle in the air.

The two wolves looked to each other and exchanged a conversation in quick urgent whispers that even the two foxes could not hear with their ears pricked. "Okay," she said. "Is there anything special I need to do?"

The foxes as one shook their heads and the tod handed the collar to his wife. "Put this on her," he ordered, and she immediately stepped around the coffee table and began fitting it to the white wolf's neck. She locked it in place and then ran her fingers around the inside of the collar to check comfort.

The white wolf was holding her breath. "I don't feel any different."

"That's because I haven't turned it on." The fox pointed out and held up a second radio controller. "Are you ready?"

"Let's just try the lowest setting."

He nodded and made a big show of pressing the button so that everyone could see it. Another hum filled the air for a second.

"Oh," the white wolf said softly. "That does feel different."

"Are you all right, dear?" her husband asked.

"Yes. I'm fine. I don't quite know how to describe it. It's like before there were so many distractions and my thoughts were bouncing from topic to topic. Now I am choosing my thoughts deliberately."

"Try asking her about her desires," the tod suggested.

The wolf thought for a moment and then asked, "Is there something you are hoping for, right now?"

"Yes, I want you to strip me down naked in front of our guests like I've been a naughty girl, and have me serve our guests while keeping me nude and exposed."

The wolf's cigarette tumbled from his lips. He quickly caught it and snuffed it out in a nearby ashtray. "Uh, well." It was clear the answer was unexpected and that he was suddenly feeling out of his depth. He glanced at the two salespeople, received an encouraging nod from the tod, and gathered his courage to say, "Strip, Janice."

The white wolf began to obey without question. It took her slightly longer. Her dress, unlike the vixen's, wasn't intended for speedy removal. But soon, both women were standing there naked, although the vixen was still in the heels she walked in with while the wolf had only the collar to protect her modesty. Mrs. Davis was far more nervous, and tried to arrange her arms and tail to hide her breasts and sex.

Mr. Davis's ears kept flicking from her to their guests, as if he expected them to complain. When they didn't, he said, "Don't hide yourself, Janice."

The white wolf's arms and tail dropped. She took a deep, shuddering breath.

"How are you feeling?"

"Excited," the white wolf replied. "I feel like I'm about to start shivering. I can't stop thinking of these foxes looking at me, looking at every bit of me, seeing my nipples get hard and my sex get wet and knowing how turned on I am." And sure enough her nipples, two buttons of pink in the sea of white of her chest, were standing out proudly now, and the scent in the air was no longer just of an aroused vixen.

The wolf shook his head and said, almost to himself, "I had no idea you liked anything like this."

The salesfox smiled. "There is much more for you two to explore. Perhaps you'd like a catalog?"

The wolf nodded mutely.

The fox pulled out a surprisingly thick tome from inside his briefcase and handed it over. "We should stay on hand in case you have any questions. And we do have several of the items here in our car, if you wish to make a purchase today. I would recommend taking a look at the item on page 54."

Mr. Davis had hardly cracked the spine of the catalog before his wife's ears shot up. She touched her cheek. "Oh, I haven't finished preparing dinner."

The tod gestured to his wife. "Marian is an able cook. If you show her what you had planned, I'm sure she could finish it for you, so you and your husband could look through the catalog together."

Mr. Davis nodded to his wife, who started to turn towards the kitchen, then stopped. "Yes?" he asked.

The question seemed to free her to speak her mind. "I'd love it if you were to order me to serve our guests appropriately."

"Oh." He paused and considered. "Go and see to it--uh, Marian, was it?--has everything she needs in the kitchen."

"Of course." She smiled and led the vixen in to the kitchen, both of them still completely naked.

Mr. Davis watched them go, and stared into the spot where they vanished around a corner. He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out another cigarette, lighting it.

"You still look unconvinced," the fox observed.

"I am," Mr. Davis admitted. He took a draw on the cigarette and breathed out a slow stream of smoke towards the ceiling. "And if you were selling this simply for my benefit, I would have told you I wasn't interested. But she..." He looked again towards the kitchen and lowered his voice. "Janice's mother died last year, and she hasn't been quite the same since. Just now, that was the first time since the funeral I can remember her being excited for something. That smile... is worth an awful lot."

"It's stories like those that make me glad to be in this business."

"You've heard many?"

The tod laughed. "I am one of those stories. Marian and I were thinking about divorce before the HypnoTech rep came around and talked to us just as I'm talking to you now."

"You two? But you seem to fit so well together."

"We do now."

There was a sound that made their ears perk up and the white wolf shuffled back in, smiling at the pair of them. "So," she said, "a catalog?"

She joined her husband on the couch and they began to leaf through it. The tod sat back in his chair. He was already well aware of the contents. The catalog began with some general use items with special HypnoTech additions, like a lamp which emitted a soft wavy light designed to induce calmness, or bath soaps designed to increase one's sensitivity. Then they turned a page and both of them let out a gasp. HypnoTech was an adult company after all, and they had no problem with either nude models or displaying their items being used on said models. There was always a fascinating moment on the face of new clients when they realized that not only did such items exist, not only could they purchase them, but they could then use said items themselves. It was a moment for many people when a world of new possibilities opened up to them.

Then, after a few pages of dildos, toys, and lubricants, were pages of costumes, all under a bright heading that proclaimed "Roleplaying is healthy AND fun!" She saw them both pause on an image of a male and female lion each bedecked in mock 20's regalia. And then her eyes went wide as she saw a dress not too dissimilar from the one she had been wearing earlier, except that its neckline had been cut so low that the otter model's breasts were fully bared.

After that were pages and pages of the more unique items sold by HypnoTech, starting with various versions of the Thought Collar. But the tod watched as Mr. Davis started to flip further ahead. "Page 54?"

"That's right."

He skipped to that point and his ears immediately went up. The tod grinned to himself. He had pegged Mr. Davis as an enthusiast in all things technological and had turned out to be right. The FantaSimulator was HypnoTech's biggest device by far. It looked like a chair from the front, but the back was a bulky block of metal, with dials and switches and blinking lights, and a hood that could cantilever out over the sitter's head.

The wolf's brow knitted together as he read the description. "What... is a cartridge?"

The tod reached into the briefcase and pulled out a 6 inch by 3 inch plastic rectangle. "It's the newest thing. An enclosed reel-to-reel audio recording for easy use. You can swap to a new one in seconds."

The wolf wetted his lips. There was a smile on the edge of his muzzle. This really was more his style. "And you have many of these..." He checked the catalog for the appropriate terminology. "...FantaSims?"

The tod gestured for the couple to turn the page. They did and saw that both pages were filled with descriptions of different FantaSims. And so were the next two pages, and the next two. "We suggest, if you are interested, that you start with a purchase of five. You can purchase later ones individually by mail. We are releasing new ones every few weeks."

"Oh!" The white wolf covered her mouth, staring at the page.

Mr. Davis smiled at her. "Did you find one you'd like?"

"Yes. That one." She stabbed at the page so sharply her claws cut it.

Mr. Davis read, and as he did so, the tod watched him adjust his legs and run a claw along the inside of his collar. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please? It sounds so wonderful. I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

The wolf blinked at the frank admission of arousal from his wife. "But you wouldn't necessarily be involved."

"That's fine. It's where I'd like to be."

"We'd need a third. Do you know anyone who would be interested?"

The tod coughed. "Could I or Marian assist?"

Mr. Davis handed over the catalog, pointing to the FantaSim in question.

"Interesting. I think she'd be up for that. Let me check." And he excused himself to step into the kitchen. The vixen was still mostly naked except for an apron. He confirmed that she would be willing to help and returned to the living room to find Mr. Davis, still looking somewhat nervous, talking in low tones with his wife. "I do have a FantaSimulator in my car, if you'd like to try it tonight. And, before you get too worried, we do have an offer of a week free trial before you decide on a purchase."

"Well, it's hard to say no to that," he said, although he looked about ready to say no. This FantaSim was something that would affect him, not his wife. He saw the eager look on his wife's face and that was the push he needed. "Let's try it."

"Can I get your assistance bringing it in?"

The wolves stood but the fox winked at Mrs. Davis. "Perhaps you should stay here as you aren't appropriately attired."

She blushed and nodded as the two men left, waiting in place. They returned several minutes later wheeling in the FantaSimulator on a hand truck. They placed it next to the television and plugged it in. With the flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life. Lights in many colors flickered to life along it, reflecting in eerie ways off the brightly polished metal all over the device.

The tod tapped an armrest. "Come on, take a seat."

Mr. Davis put out his cigarette and sat on the device. He was still tense and stiff, sitting like there was a broom handle taped to his spine.

The tod gestured for the white wolf to join him behind the FantaSimulator. "There are many options, but for simple operation, this switch turns it on, this switch activates the Relaxor, and this switch activates whichever cartridge is currently loaded." He clicked on the Relaxor, and the headpiece began to glow with swirling lights in white, blue, green, and red, a distant drone able to be heard in it. "Now we just slide it over his head like so." The hood extended from the back and with a little adjustment sank down neatly over Mr. Davis's eyes and ears. There was a brief moment where he seemed to react, but it was swept away by a wave of relaxation that left him quite limp in the chair. "The effect here is not dissimilar from your Thought Collar. Shall we start the cartridge?" He pulled out the one they had selected before. It was labeled "Breeding Stud (Version C)" on the side. He slotted it into place and clicked play.

The ears of all in the room perked towards the device as they could just barely make out words being spoken, although they were too quiet for any of them to hear specifics. There was a subtle shift from the sitting wolf's posture: his legs shifted so the knees were apart and every now and then his hips lifted slightly as if he were thrusting into the air. A bulge was clearly outlined under his slacks.

"The cartridge lasts twenty minutes," the tod explained. "And we would recommend two listens on any first exposure. So we have time. Are there any questions we could answer?"

The white wolf gave this some thought. Even with the honesty-inducing properties of the Thought Collar, she was clearly giving some consideration to her response. "Any safety concerns I should be aware of?"

The tod shook his head. "Marian and I make use of HypnoTech devices every day, and if anything we are healthier now than before we started. Although we recommend deactivating a Thought Collar before removing it physically, as otherwise it can be disorienting."

"How long does it last?"

This one the vixen answered, slipping back into her salesperson mode. "It depends on the device," she said. "The Thought Collar only affects you while wearing it. It makes use of the same batteries as you would have for a flashlight, and can last for up to 12 hours, over 30% longer than the nearest competitor. The FantaSimulator's effect fade over time, depending on the differences between the personality of the person using it and the one on the cartridge, typically between five and ten hours."

The white wolf nodded. "What should we do now?"

"Ladies," the tod said in a more assertive voice than he had used up to that point, "go and finish the preparation for dinner. Marian, bring my evening coffee if they have some." He paused and then added, with a sly wag of his tail, "While you're at it, fantasize about your favorite sexual encounters, but no touching yourself or each other."

The two women headed back into the kitchen with a spring in their step. The tod took a seat in an armchair and pulled out a small book from the recesses of his briefcase. There were frequently long stretches of waiting on this job and he made sure he brought some of his own entertainment. Marian brought him out a cup of coffee before he was more than a few pages in and he noted with some pleasure that there was a sway of excitement in her hips and tail. He sipped his drink and read his book. After twenty minutes a light on the FantaSimulator switched colors. Mr. Davis sank in his seat as the device reset to its usual deep relaxation. The tod stood, worked out a kink in his tail, and then rewound and restarted the cartridge.

He had developed a good internal clock for the FantaSimulator and one minute before it had finished for a second time, he set his book down and finished the last bits of his coffee. When the light switched color again he started clicking buttons to gently wind the machine down. A moment later he pulled the hood off the top of the wolf's head and said, "Welcome back, Mr. Davis."

"Thank you," he said. He rolled his shoulders and stretched a little before standing. His gaze swept over the fox and examined him with a new and critical eye. The tod knew what he was thinking: he'd used the Breeder Stud FantaSim himself before. The wolf knew he was a stud, a pinnacle of manhood, and the object of desire of all women: he was judging how the fox measured up and was finding him wanting. He also wasn't doing anything to hide the bulge that was tenting the front of his pants. Studs wanted to be admired.

"Ladies," the tod called out, and a moment later, the white wolf and vixen had rejoined them in the living room. Both had a flush in their ears and a slightly quickened breath of those who had been thinking of sex a lot. The tod was sure he could hear the white wolf's heart thumping in her chest as she saw the changes the FantaSimulator had caused in her husband. He wasn't even looking at her. Instead all his attention was on the vixen. A tongue ran slowly over his lips and a hand rested in front of his groin, almost stroking himself through his clothes. "That husband of yours can't be enough to satisfy a woman like you," he commented.

"No, not very satisfying," she agreed.

The tod permitted a very small smile. He knew the Thought Collar wouldn't cause any long-term changes, and besides, she enjoyed this kind of role play almost as much as their customers did.

"You're desperate for a real man to fuck you," Mr. Davis said. He reached out and caressed over her muzzle, the claw of a thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

"Desperate," she said and pressed her head into the touch, her eyes closing.

The tod interrupted them with a clap of his hands. "Why don't we get started on dinner? I'm sure it's ready by now." When the wolf's ears flicked in mild annoyance, he added, "And I'm sure Marian will be even more ready after she's had the duration of a meal to anticipate what happens after."

That got a chuckle from Mr. Davis. "I like the way you think, fox. All right. Dinner it is." He looked into the vixen's eyes, "And you'll be thinking of a proper fucking the whole time, won't you?"

She nodded and squirmed under his touch. "Oh yes."

"Janice. Set the table."

The white wolf shivered and thrilled at the command. Then she immediately set off. The tod slipped around the wolf and vixen to help. He had been catching whiffs of the cooking while reading his book and was famished now. There was meatloaf and green beans and an extra plate full of biscuits that the fox knew were Marian's specialty. He brought one of the serving plates into the dining room to find that Mr. Davis had taken a seat next to his wife, arm slung over her shoulder, as she squirmed in evident need, thighs grinding against each other.

"Your girl is absolutely soaked," Mr. Davis commented. "It's been too long since you've let her get a proper breeding. You should bring her by more often."

The tod gave a polite smile and nod without committing to anything. There were a few customers that the pair of them kept in contact with. Maybe if Marian had a good enough time they would come back.

"Janice!" Mr. Davis called out as the white wolf was about to sit down. "Make sure everyone is served."

"Oh, of course." She said and immediately stood up again to start dishing everyone up. She was still completely naked and the motions of leaning over the table repeatedly to slice the meatloaf or scoop up beans onto each dish made her rather voluptuous breasts sway beneath her.

"Looks like you have an admirer," Mr. Davis commented as he squeezed one of the vixen's breasts in a hand.

The tod resisted the urge to flatten his ears. He and his wife tried to keep a somewhat professional distance from customers, unless they were actively demonstrating the effects of a HypnoTech device, as Marian now was, but he hadn't done that. "Your wife is very beautiful," he said.

"She is," the wolf agreed.

Perhaps it was the tod's imagination but after this exchange, it seemed that the white wolf was taking even more opportunities to make her breasts dance or sway. And when she sat down to start eating, her body was turned towards him.

It would be unfair to say they ate in silence. The tod was silent, the white wolf was silent, but Mr. Davis continued to grope and tease the vixen so consistently that whenever she wasn't eating, she was moaning. She was so worked up that she managed to make even the act of eating flirtatious: the way her tongue wrapped around each morsel of food, and then the way it ran over her lips after swallowing. She was eating, to be sure, but the only thing on her mind was sex. Mr. Davis ate slowly, and struck up an amiable conversation with the tod on various issues of the day, drawing out the time between bites, so that by the time the distracted vixen had finished and was fidgeting in her seat, desperate for a good rutting, the wolf at her side had finished less than half his plate.

The wolf stuffed a big piece of meatloaf into his mouth and as he did, squeezed the vixen's breast roughly again. By this point the tod and the white wolf were both done too and were just enjoying the show being put on across the table from them. Mr. Davis finally cleaned his plate and the vixen looked up at him with relief, but he instead was looking to his wife. "Janice, didn't you say you wanted to take care of all our guests' needs?"

"Oh yes."

"Then do so."

The white wolf looked confused, glancing around the table, and back to the kitchen. "Uh, can I get you a coffee, Mr. Ostermann?"

"Janice, what about his sexual needs?"

Her gaze dropped to his groin and the obvious signs of arousal there. "Oh, I'm so sorry." She immediately dropped to her knees on the carpet beside him, and before he could protest, she was undoing his zipper and fishing out his shaft, which sprung up hard at her earnest touch. "You look about ready to burst, and I hardly noticed. I should have been paying closer attention." Already her hand was pumping and twisting along his shaft and she was berating herself at such a steady pace that he could hardly get a word in edgewise.

The tod finally got her to stop by putting a finger to her lips. "I know you'll think of a way to make it up to me," he said. He paused to look into her eyes. He'd had enough experience with the Thought Collar to read the underlying emotional state of someone wearing one; for all of the white wolf's self-deprecation, she was thrilled to be stroking him. She relaxed at his words and settled into a calm, steady pace of caressing his length.

The moment of calm and mutual affection between the fox and white wolf was broken as the center of the table was roughly cleared, sending some silverware tumbling to the floor. The vixen was shoved into the open space, the wolf pinning her down on her back. He ran his hands and muzzle over her body, claws leaving furrows in her fur which he cleaned in long nuzzles and licks of his tongue. She moaned and strained, wriggling underneath him and trying to push her sex up to grind against his still hidden shaft. She tilted her head back and looked right into the tod's eyes as his muzzle found a breast and his lips closed around a nipple. Her breath caught in her throat and her lips parted in a silent moan.

Mr. Davis fumbled with his belt and his pants hit the floor a moment later. His shaft popped out into the air, already fully hard. Immediately it was pushed into the vixen's sex. "Yes," he said in a husky whisper, "absolutely soaked. You need this so badly, don't you?"

She couldn't manage to speak in full words, just gasps of "uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" in between moans of desire. She clutched at his back and held him close.

The white wolf was enraptured by the display, although she kept her hands tending to the tod's cock. One wrapped around the base, while the other pumped up and down his length. The tod just shivered and enjoyed, relaxing back into the chair. He hadn't anticipated having such an enjoyable evening, but he was not going to complain now.

Mr. Davis began to thrust at a quick and powerful pace, each movement rocking the table and making everyone in the room glad that the table was as sturdy as it was. He silenced the vixen's moans with a deep kiss, which worked for a brief moment until the sounds of the vixen reached a shuddering pitch as she climaxed. The wolf did not stop. He kept thrusting and she kept moaning, clutching him tighter than ever.

He chuckled as he broke the kiss and addressed at the two onlookers. "Janice, I know how you can make it up to the nice man."

Her ears perked up. "Yes, hun?"

"Offer to suck him."

She smiled and adjusted her position so her head was practically in his lap. The tip of her muzzle was an inch from the tip of his cock, and her tongue hung out of her mouth in expectation. "Would you like a blowjob, Mr. Ostermann?"

He considered, but the look of desire on her face won out. "I would."

But she didn't dive right in. She just ran her tongue around the head of his shaft before asking, "Would you like me to swallow as well?"

He nodded, and as soon as he did, she slid her head forward, taking his entire length into her muzzle as deep as she could. He could feel her nose pressing in to the fur of his groin and shivered, resisting the urge to thrust. He could tell she was inexperienced and didn't want to push her too hard.

"Oh, she must really like you," Mr. Davis commented in between more table-shaking thrusts.

"She does?"

The wolf grinned. "She's never offered to swallow for me before."

The tod ran a hand over the white wolf's head, rubbing between her ears. She murmured appreciatively and then returned to running her tongue along his shaft.

On the table, the wolf was thrusting harder than ever. His head was bowed low as he focused on the motion of his hips. His tail was stiff and his grunts on each thrust filled the air. The vixen's hips rose to meet his on each thrust. She clenched tight whenever he went deep, not wanting him to ever pull out. Finally with a low howl, he pushed forward until his knot popped into her and he came. The vixen panted in desire, but let out a howl and orgasm of her own when his lips once again found her nipples.

The tod felt that that gave him permission to have an orgasm as well. He closed his eyes and leaned back. With one hand on her cheek, he guided the white wolf to bob her head back and forth over his length. He wasn't close to start, but after another minute, he was quickly nearing the edge. As he felt himself near the peak, he pulled her head down hard, forcing her to take even his knot into her muzzle and hold the entire length there. The extra stimulation of her tongue probing around his knot pushed him over the edge and he grunted while he came, feeling several hot ropes of his seed pump straight into her mouth and be immediately be swallowed.

"Good job, honey," the wolf murmured in his afterglow, stroking over his wife's head.

As the only one who was not panting from post-orgasmic exhaustion, it lay on the white wolf's head entirely to clean up, which she did immediately. She took the dishes away and then came back with several towels, cleaning up all the participants in their makeshift orgy. Before her husband and the vixen separated, she spent some time running a paw over his balls, encouraging him verbally to give up every last drop of his seed, to drain himself fully for a proper breeding. This prompted more groaning and grinding of the pair but at last he retracted and his shaft was quickly cleaned with a towel, before the same was done to the vixen's sex.

Somehow, all of them managed to stumble their way into the living room. No one had bothered to redress, which meant even the two men were naked from the waist down. They didn't care. They were too sated to care.

"I think," Mr. Davis began after a few sips of water, "that that only leaves the business of paying you."

"Actually no." The tod held up a hand to ward any protests. "Company policy forbids us from accepting any payments while you are being influenced by HypnoTech products. It would be very unethical of us, as we could have input subliminal messages of wanting to purchase more into the very items you've been testing."

"Very understandable, but I'd like to keep these here."

"Oh, you can. As we said, there is a free trial week for all HypnoTech items. If, after a week, you would like to keep them, then you pay. Until then, keep them and feel free to experiment. In fact, we encourage it."

"Any experiments you would suggest? From personal experience?"

The tod nodded and held up the radio controller, pointing it to his wife's Thought Collar. A moment later she was shaking herself slightly as though she were waking up from a nap. She reached up and slid the collar off before bringing it over to the tod and sliding it around his neck and taking the radio controller from him. She did not turn it on, but the point was clear: the collar was not just for her. "Think of all you have already learned about your wife in one evening from using the Thought Collar on her. Then realize that you could learn just as much if she put the Thought Collar on you. That's what we recommend, although we'd also recommend waiting until tomorrow."

"Why tomorrow?"

She grinned. "Because currently you are under the influence of a FantaSim and that would color your responses to any questions she had."

The wolf tipped his head and reached over to tug his naked wife closer. "Fine by me. I have other plans for this cute bitch tonight, anyways. As soon as I regain my strength for another breeding..."

"We'll leave the catalog with you. If you see anything else in there, let us know." She pulled out a business card with their names and contact information on it and handed it over. "Thank you for the meal. It was lovely. But we do have a long drive home and should leave soon."

The wolf whispered something into his wife's ear and she sprung to her feet, eager to help the two with anything they needed before leaving. She helped them pack away their items into the briefcase, helped the vixen wriggle back into her dress, fetched the tod's hat and jacket from the closet, and escorted them to the door. As she herself was still naked, she stayed inside, just out of sight of the street, but gave them both a hug and sincere thank-you goodbye.

Out in the car, the vixen extracted the radio controller and pointed it at the Thought Collar, still worn by the tod. He sighed and relaxed into the driver's seat a little more.

"Drive us home," she ordered, "but stay aroused the entire time. Fantasize about how the moment we get home, you will strip me down and clean my sex up with your tongue before we crawl into bed."

"Yes, dear," he said, his legs shifting to spread a little as his arousal grew. As they started to pull out, his tongue ran over his lips, thinking of the delicious treat that awaited for them at home.

They were both ever so thankful that HypnoTech was in their lives.