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Welcome

to

Miller's Kennel

Home away from home

~A place to get away from yourself~

For anything you may need during the day,

our charming attendant

[Vulpes vulpes]

Todd Owens,

available on demand in the fox house.

Walk-ins welcome 8:00 AM to 4 PM.

After hours events can be arranged.

Owner available during daylight hours at the front,

and by request after hours.

Thank you for your patronage!

Your feedback is our future.

Please enjoy a complimentary treat.

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Prof. Michael Miller

Proprietor

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The fox rolled over in an unfamiliar, comfortable bed and let out a happy sigh. Compared to his futon, this was luxurious and it called for him to stay. His room had been mostly dark, sunrise behind a nearby mountain range, just cresting over the ridge. Slivers of light crept their way across the floor through a crack in the blinds. It had finally shon directly upon a bulbous brass table lamp, casting a golden spray all over the ceiling and enriching that sunrise hue.

His clock read only 6:42.

While he wasn't obligated to get up until the top of the hour, his formerly dreaded alarm set for then, the vulpine sat up and stretched all the same, arms high over his head, toes stretched out under the covers. His tail twitched to one side to help shift the sheet. Rolling himself the other way, he cast his foot paws into the open air, eyes lingering upon them, drawing a breath through his nose.

After Todd's former roommate had gotten through with his friendly teasing, the kangaroo had helped him move over his meager collection of belongings into the vulp's new house. Their whole day, that playful marsupial kept at his playful teasing less than subtly.

A lengthy hug and grind from behind. Fondling here and there. At one point, Jack gave a passing joke that the fox was fair game, now that they didn't live in the same place. Todd laughed, but the playful-predatory grin just made his ears flush.

Squirming in place and spreading his legs, he swore the scent of cured leather and kangaroo foot still clung to his face. A smile grew, paw held over the bridge of his muzzle.

One trip in his now former roommate's truck was all it took. Jack helped with a small assortment of books, his computer and its accouterments, a couple boxes of clothing, along with other treasured odds and ends he had gathered in his lifetime. The last being mostly small putor statues of mythical creatures, a rock collection which included semi-precious stones and geode slices, and a few select momentos from childhood.

All the belongings in his life. A small collection of boxes.

Even with so little stuff, it was still after dark by the time they finished moving, eating, goofing off, and putting things in the house. That night was just a last meal of take out, a final check for forgotten cables, then straight home to get to rest in his new room.

A great deal of the delay was Jack egging Todd on. On more than one occasion, he'd wrapped the fox up from behind and just ground his balls and sheath under the smaller male's tail, or fondled him for a handful of minutes- all while reminding him of the "consequences slash benefits" of moving out.

Despite his excitement and the new space, he was exhausted and sleep had hit him hard.

Rocking forward he used the momentum to bounce off the bed, sprung to his feet. For the longest time he had always slept in the nude, and that night was no exception. He was left in nothing but the currently very tight, leather chastity device he'd had been instructed to wear- as per his contract. Mr. Miller swapped out for the steel cage he'd worn to distract himself at his old job. While more comfortable, now that it was stipulated as something he had to wear the reality of the leather felt more solid than steel.

His morning wood was throbbing within. It felt harder and more obtuse than the night previous.

Paused there a moment, he could not hear any snoring from the other room. There was no fan noise, no music left on through the night. No din of freeway traffic graced his ears. No leaf blowers. No garbage trucks. The fridge was Even the wind was calm.

Just the twittering of birds sang in the bushes outside.

With a light step, the waking vulpine went over to the window, his window, one old floorboard creaking along the way. Blinds drawn with a little rip of the cord, he peered upon the morning world.

It was going to be an odd sight to get used to.

Mr. Miller had purchased every piece of property in a small city block, then tore out all the fencing which divided their properties; a single long yard spanned the whole area. Dotted among them were trees. A tan colored center path ran where the fence looks like it once was, the surface lightly padded. All this sat in the middle of a residential neighborhood.

How the city permits and planning for that worked out, he had no idea. Money gets things done.

From what he could tell so far the only two that had people in them was his new place right here, and the two-story building used for the otter's home-office in the lot just across the way.

His contract stated he would be helping primarily with the guest's needs, and en suite services within the other buildings. For what he gathered- housekeeping, maid services, meal delivery and related things. With bonuses for 'taking on new roles and challenges, as needed.' The page detailing his obligations and duties to the dogs, written as a simple but extensive list, flustered him to no end. Mr. Miller boiled it down to "It's not your job to tell them no. It'll be your job to keep my guests happy.

"Customer service, with a foxy touch," as he explained it.

He let the slightly demeaning, specist remark slide, his ears a touch flush. The older otter seemed to make them casually. No malice in his tone, just as a normal part of his speech. Sort of reminded him of his grandfather in that respect.

Todd secretly admitted to himself he WAS sort of fitting into the stereotype since they ran into one another the first time.

His encounter under the desk yesterday had been yet another good... or bad example.

No way every day was going to be like that. His tailbase lifted, its tip picking up a little flutter.

"I still can't believe I'm going to get paid for this." Todd said through a growing smile, half giggling and adjusted the pre-cum moisted leather strap around his morning wood once again. It was surprisingly more comfortable than he'd expected, at least on this first half-day, though it was almost certainly this pressure that woke him.

Turning his mind to thoughts of the day.

He was informed his employer would let the dogs roam around the grounds freely, more as guests in a hotel resort than pets in a kennel. This included in and out privileges through the doggie doors in his new place. To what he gathered, the door had some means to tell it was the dogs and not some racoon or other uninvited guest.

A subtle beeping across the room got the fox's attention, his morning alarm had caught up to him. With a bounce in his step, he turned it off, then went over to collect his work uniform. When he signed up for this, the vulp knew basically what he was getting into, all detailed in his contract, though was still a little surprised to read about the revealing outfits he was expected to wear.

Plenty better than retail.

This was about the first time he'd stopped to actually look at the chest of drawers. Much like all the other furnishings that came with the house, it was an unpainted, if fairly dated, nice piece of varnished woodwork.

From the bottom, he gave the first drawer a tug, but found it stuck. Middle was the same, utterly jammed, despite giving the thing an attempted rattle around. Both seemed fixed in place, as solidly closed as if it had been nailed shut. This had him terribly surprised when the top slid right out smooth as anything. His day's wardrobe had been laid out there, apparently before he arrived, just the one outfit.

The other drawers were something to deal with later. It really didn't matter just yet, not with the pressure of the morning starting to eek at him.

Any of his own clothing was supposed to be in the closet, for his off hours. If the drawer was going to stick like that, he'd prefer not to use it for his own stuff anyway.

At the moment, his wardrobe was all just in a set of bankers boxes he purchased from his former place of work, stacked neatly upon one another and out of the way.

Today Todd was given just a hemmed, loose short jeans that went down nearly to the knee, snug bright red boxer-brief underwear, a pair of black leather sandals, along with a tight, matching lycra shirt which would leave him exposed from the bottom of his ribs to the waist. Each was individually laid out inside the drawer, folded up neatly.

Donning it all and getting it comfortable enough to move about was a couple minutes effort, after a moment to relieve himself in the restroom.

In the stillness of the morning, the splashing of fluid was comparatively loud.

The compression of his package was actually a little helpful in getting dressed, even if it was a significant distraction. His balls and sheath were wrapped up in a pouch of leather, with an opening at the tip about half as wide as his shaft. Straps of that leather were affixed around his balls to keep them held out and bouncy, cupped away from his body, forming a distinct bulge in about any attire he figured he would be wearing.

The constricting cock-pouch was another curious term of his new employment; one he felt he didn't mind. It was not locked, it was just a hassle to take off and put back on, a fact he'd discovered the day prior.

Better just to leave it.

Of course, his arousal did not help matters at all. He found that no matter how he moved, the denim rocked his moist sheath-flesh subtly over his knot, yet another thing in a long laundry list of factors which contributed to his being so pent up.

A thump was followed soon after by a quartet of tip taps, the unmistakable clickity clack of claws on hardwood. The new change in the stillness caught his attention. It was the sound of trotting dog feet approaching from inside the house.

As part of the dogs-get-to-go-everywhere rule, His bedroom did not have a door catch. So, in walked a bright and wagging golden retriever at a brisk pace.

After a second's confused delay, Todd finally spoke up with a gente voice, "heeey uhhh, buddy." Knelt down on the balls of his feet, tail twitching behind him for balance, and held out a paw for the approaching goldie.

He only gave the fox's fingers a cursory sniff before he walked forward and nose-bumped him in the stomach. While not a strong blow by any means, the unexpected impact was more than enough to throw him off balance. He tried to catch himself, tail and arms cast forward, but he landed on his butt all the same. The retriever pursued him forward, practically face-to-face, one forepaw between his legs, the other resting against his outer thigh.

"Silly boy, good to meet you too?" The fox said with a laugh, getting a bigger wag and subtle 'ruff; in reply.

The dog's tag hung well in view, the metal with a silvery sheen. It looked like the blue collar itself was lined with something smooth on the inside, and looked at first glance better crafted than anything he'd worn or seen before, smelling subtly of new leather.

"Rudy Gerald Rotherford? Interesting name for a dog." He attempted to shift his attention to rubbing on top of Rudy's head, but it seemed the canine had other plans.

In a flurry of movement the retriever reared upon his hind legs and grappled Todd's extended arm tightly, then pinned it up against his barreled chest. Rudy's chin came to be pinned against his shoulder. This had his arm pinned against the dog's stomach, pad-to-belly. Without a moment's delay, Rudy's hips rolled forward repeatedly as he sought for contact, a determined look on his face, looking the fox in the eye with an intensity that fixed him in place.

While already obvious, a hard, wet poke against the back of his arm confirmed for Todd what the canine wanted. His gaze wandered down, and caught a glimpse of the twitching, glistening, pink tip of the dog's shaft. Each thrust made it push free a fraction, then withdraw once again. All the while small spurts of watery pre began to escape and dribble to the lightly scratched oak floor. He stared, transfixed, at Rudy's pulsing endowment.

Admittedly, Todd had fantasies along these lines. He had for many years already. The fox always felt a greater attraction to ferals than he did to his peers. He was never quite sure of the reason. A sizable collection of videos and drawings of animals sat on his hard drive, justified to himself as research materials for his writing of the very same topic.

Now, his job was to service and please in the very ways he'd dreamt about.

Joy filled his face as he acted on old reflexes and adjusted his arm to assist the insistent canine. Todd cupped his paw upon the retriever's hot, fleshy sheath. In turn, Rudy gripped tighter and grunted as he drove his hips forward into the touch. His concealed, knot was evident within his sheath, the swelling obvious within its form fitting, moist home. Though Rudy was still soft, his baculum drove his point forward flawlessly. Each energetic hump ground his hot member through the fox's soft pawpads, and deposited more of his thin fluids upon soft fur. Todd gripped tighter and pushed his thumb and forefinger back against the canine's sheath, releasing his knot and aided his shaft to grow harder.

The steamy scene right in front of his face had a clear and powerful effect on the vulpine. His own endowment strained at its confinements; it was more than enough to make him squirm. A steady flow of slick fox-pre darkened a growing little patch in the denim. As aroused as he was, he knew better than to fondle himself, not with his enforced chastity. No need to make it any worse.

Another deep thrust from Rudy pumped his hips forward more than ever. His sheath was driven into the fox's paw and bunched up to free his rapidly swelling knot. As the twitching length grew more erect and hard, it's tone deepened to a vibrant red, the veins visible under the tender skin. Rudy's toe claws scratched at the wood as he fought for purchase. The dogs grip tightened, and he growled deeply as he pressed his chin into Todd's shoulder. His frantic humping never slowed, even as he climaxed. A thin, watery jet of seed erupted from his chiseled tip, followed by another every few moments. The first trio of squirts splattered over the vulpine's wrist, thigh and skirt before he redirected them to the floor.

It was a few dozen thrusts before Rudy released Todd's arm and dropped his forepaws to the ground. His tongue was hanging low as he was panting rather hard. A very satisfied look was on his face, and his tail was wagging rapidly. The retriever stepped away a couple paces, then flopped down on his side and turned his attention to licking at his exposed shaft and knot, lapping noisily for the better part of a minute.

Todd sat there watching, a little bewildered. Despite this sort of activity being written in black and white in the contract, it all seemed a little unreal.

A large grin spread across his face, shifting his legs under himself.

As though prompted by that movement, Rudy jumped excitedly to his feet and bounced over to the fox, a drop or three of drool splattering along the way. Before Todd could do little more than put his paws up, he had a muzzle in the face, and a wet, musk-maiden tongue in the nose an instant later. He barely managed a half-hearted initial 'ack' before he burst into a fit it giggles, bowled over backwards by the excitable boy. A half dozen or so messy licks into his mouth and over his nostrils made certain that by the time Rudy stopped, all Todd could smell or taste was dog.

It only made his sheath pulse that much harder in its confines.

The clever canine looked at Todd with a self-satisfied expression, then just as quickly as he entered, Rudy turned tail and left.

Todd huffed a few times, clearing a bit of excess, musky fluid from his nose, and licked out the inside of his muzzle. "Weirdo dog... This place is going to take some getting used to..." his face never broke a smile the whole time.

Those click-clack steps of quadruped paws and claws on hardwood receded nearly as quickly as they came, ending with a subtle thump of the dog door allowing exit and a single bark outside the front door about half a minute later.

Todd had followed all this commotion with his ears, getting back to his feet in the meantime to grab his phone and head out toward the kitchen. Aside from a couple of social messages he would reply to later, a deposit alert from his bank caught his attention, a reminder of the week's advance he'd already been provided.

Mr. Miller had sent him an advance that was nearly the size of his retail paycheck for a month.

Here he spotted on the simple wood dining table a bit of nice stationary; an envelope of heavy, textured linen, his name thereupon. Held shut with a simple trick of the paper, it was a brush of a thumb to push open.

Inside, a handwritten note signed using a calligraphy pen.

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"Welcome to the neighborhood Todd!

I've sent you along a bonus to get you started, I'm sure the house is missing a few things, call your bank teller for details.

The supplements we discussed are in the fridge for you, one in the morning, the other with lunch. Drink one and join me in my home office. I am in the kitchen. I'll have your opinion on the new flavor. You must be up to speed as soon as possible.

-MM"

~

"Hmm. Alright wow that explains it. How nice of him. " He spoke in an optimistic tone, a smile absolutely beaming on his face. The wording of his note was a little funny, but being so thoroughly disarmed after waking up to such an amazing morning, the thought came and left like another fleeting chirp of the birds.

Todd turned the message over, then set the paper back where he found it to check the fridge. Just over a dozen glass bottles were arranged neatly on the middle shelf with subtly different hued white-toned liquids within, labeled with sets of three letters signifying the days of the week, one row behind the other. Neat as can be. Each was small enough to fit comfortably in his paw, capped with a rubber stopper which snapped closed via a side lever.

He nabbed a bottle on the left and gave it a once over, looking at it from various angles and turning it upside down. A bit of fine sediment had settled on the bottom, a quick shake took care of suspending it again. The simple cap popped off with a satisfying snap, releasing a scent of cinnamon, orange, almond and other notes he couldn't identify. It gave the impression of some sort of blended tea.

Putting it right to his nose, it passed the sniff test. While it seemed a bit dubious to be drinking random white substances offered to him by his employer, when it came with benefits, he could stomach a little strangeness.

With that, he shrugged and sampled a sip. It was palatable and thick like egg-nog. There was an after-aroma on the back of the palette he could not quite place. Overall, not bad. Three big sips and it was nearly half empty. Truthfully, it was more pleasant than any supplement drink he'd encountered and was finished soon after.

It also gave him something to offset the smell than the cum in his nose.

Stepping outside, the acrid scent of fresh dog urine met him on the stoop. A random piddle-pattern had been left on the corner of the lower step. Of course, the obvious culprit was long gone. Nonetheless, he got the impression it was his visitor.

Movement from across the way caught Todd's attention.

As prescribed in the letter, Mr. Miller was peering out the window of a kitchen, the back room of the same building he'd been in to sign the contract. The otter held up what looked to be a piece of crisped bacon, beckoning him over by dangling it out like a treat. The smell of cooked, salted meat got his stomach rumbling.

His quick pace was only maligned with a quick attempt at being subtle at adjusting the leather between his legs.