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The Acrobat

By Zrathie

Darren, the dingo, leaned against a chain link fence watching workers move road creates and equipment inside the arena. There was a large banner advertising a trapeze act. One of the flags had a grey and black fox swinging above the sand floor of a circus big top. The name of the troupe was The Flying Foxes. It didn't seem like an original name, but it worked.

The dingo had no intention of attending such a performance because it was out of his budget, and tickets for these things tended to sell out within hours. Nevertheless, Darren began daydreaming about what it would be like to be an acrobat and perform in front of a large crowd of animals.

Suddenly someone tapped Darren on the shoulder. He turned and saw a fox standing behind him. He was tall, almost a head taller than Darren, and the dingo was about average height. The fox was wearing a sports tracksuit and track pants. He had a midnight black and grey coat with pink paw pads. His eyes were bright green, almost fluorescent. Finally, a grey-black tail tipped with white fur twitched behind the creature.

"Hey, slacker, there's plenty of work to do," said the fox.

Darren was taken aback by this stranger's insult to respond. He must have been talking to him because no one else was in earshot.

The fox's eyes narrowed.

"That's right; I'm talking to you. You're not going to watch our crew work while you sit on your duff," said the fox in a more playful tone.

"I'm not part of the crew," answered Darren.

"What's this then?" asked the fox.

The fox handed him a lanyard with a crew ID card. The dingo took it. He looked it over; it didn't have his name on it. Instead, it was a generic ID card one would give a visitor to a construction site.

"Hoping to get out of work, huh? I'm not some pushover at the job centre. You better not lie to me anymore, no matter how embarrassing it is to tell me the truth," said the fox.

Darren was about to tell the fox to get lost or that he was on his day off, but the fox's words were accurate; he was coasting through life after he had finished high school, only taking on contract work and not focusing on a career.

"I've not been contributing as much as I should," said Darren, feeling a hollow of shame wash over him.

"I have a knack for reading creatures and cutting through the stupid social bullshit. Meeting someone so confident and direct can be a bit of a shock to some. But, in other ways, it can be relaxing knowing you don't have to pretend to be someone you're not," said the fox.

"You better follow me. Best not question it; it'll feel good just to be commanded for a bit," said the fox.

Darren could feel his mind slip into a haze, and his body moved as if on auto-pilot. The dingo followed the fox to the backstage area and was soon put to work hauling creates and neatly wrapped cables inside the arena. The other workers gave the dingo a chuckle, and some shot him knowing looks, but Darren thought it was some kind of new guy treatment.

The dingo couldn't help but stare at the trapeze and the already installed netting in the arena. Several different animals were working, installing cables and putting up backdrops. Peering across the way, he saw the rude fox from before talking with several other foxes. They were all quite athletic looking, slim with defined muscles. Darren placed down the crate he was carting where he was told where it needed to go.

The other workers seemed not irritated by his lack of skill or his asking of simple questions. Darren found that quite strange, as well as the calm, subservient feeling taking over his emotions. He should have been pissed off that the fox had told him he was a scrounger, but here he was, working for him. It was a strange way to hire creatures.

After a few trips from the back of a truck to ringside, the strange fox from before interrupted him.

"That case goes to my dressing room. It's up this way; follow me," said the fox.

Darren moved the container he was carrying and walked with the fox until they were outside a dressing room door. The fox opened the door and held it open for the dingo. The dingo walked inside the room and put down the case next to another.

The fox had a private dressing room. There was a make-up mirror with a table, a couple of chairs, a clothing rack, a cooler and a few chairs. The back of the room had a doorway to what he presumed was a shower room.

"I told you it would feel good to obey for a bit," said the fox.

"Yeah," said Darren.

The fox was right. It felt good to help out even though he didn't know what he was doing.

"Do you have a name?" asked the fox.

The fox hadn't even introduced himself, but neither had him.

"I'm Darren," said the dingo.

Well, Darren, you have a free backstage pass to meet me, Hector of the flying foxes," said the fox.

The fox moved towards a shower room towards the back of the dressing room.

"Wait here for a bit," said Hector.

The fox moved out of sight around the doorway to the shower room. It only took a minute or two for Hector to return. He came out of the opening completely nude. He didn't have a towel or made any attempt to hide his fuzzy ball sac or sheath. They walked over to a dressing mirror surrounded by lights.

Darren stood awkwardly, looking away as Hector checked himself in the mirror.

"What's the matter? Never seen a fox nude before?" asked Hector.

"Only in porn," said Darren.

His mind reeled at what he had just said. "Only in porn," What had come over him?

"You go for tods of vixens?" asked Hector.

"I-I go for guys. I mean, I like cock; no, I only pretend to be straight to fit in with the lads down at the pub," said Darren.

The more Darren tried to doge, lie or not answer the question, the more the truth spilt out.

"I see. What do you think of my body?" asked Hector.

The fox still watched his reflection and brushed a paw through his fur.

"I find your body very attractive, and I don't want to look at you too much in case I get sexually aroused," said Darren.

It was the most awkward and embarrassing conversation he had ever had with anyone.

"Well, it's alright if you do. I've had guests take it out and have a wank while I change," said Hector.

Darren looked down at the floor.

"I did tell you I cut through the social bullshit. You told me you like men and have one right here giving you the green light to lust over, so drop those slacks and have a pull, said Hector.

The dingo dropped his pants and underwear to the floor, squeezing and kneading his sheath. Hector kept his eyes on his reflection in the mirror and checked his teeth, seemingly at ease with Darren stroking himself in the same room. Darren couldn't believe what he was doing. The fox could command him with just his presence.

Darren was now semi-hard, and the dingo teased more of his pinkish-red canine cock out into the open. He closed his eyes, not wanting to gawk at the fox's slim body.

"You're allowed to stare at me; you're not the first to have been invited into my dressing room," said Hector.

Darren opened his eyes and drank in the sight of the trim acrobat. Hector let his aloof mask slip and offered the dingo a smile. The dingo continued to stroke his cock his pre, soaking into his paw pads, making his paws shine under the bright dressing room lighting.

"Just wait until you see my uniform," purred the fox.

Darren continued to beat his meat.

Hector stood and walked past Darren and retrieved some clothing from a rack. The fox began changing into it with the dingo panted and stared transfixed at the nude fox. First, Hector put on a shiny purple spandex unitard; the glossy garment looked oily under the bright dressing room lights. A sparkling silver short-sleeved leotard was the next item Hector put on. Again, the fox glistened under the lights and did a turn for his audience.

"Well. Am I worthy of being wanked over?" asked Hector.

Darren moaned as their first cum-rope shot out in an arc, splattering on the floor. Several more ropes of dingo seed joined the first as Darren continued to cum.

"Yes, you're so fucking hot, and that uniform," finally answered Darren.

Hector's eyes narrowed.

"What about my uniform?"

Darren whined as he fought not to answer, but the pressure to obey the fox and spill his secrets soon overwhelmed him.

"I-I like spandex, and I masturbate... I masturbate to creatures wearing it," said Darren.

"Oh, and do you look at those sporting goods catalogues at all those outfits?" asked Hector.

"Yes," Hector confessed.

The dingo was on the verge of tears after confessing his fetishes to a fox he had only just met, let alone compelled to wank over.

"There's no need to be upset, Darren. I have a 'thing' too. While I'm meant to keep my 'thing' for using my power hidden. But, oh, I know you've been feeling it, my voice, eyes compelling you to follow and obey, confess your secrets, hidden truths," said Hector.

The dingo did feel a bit better. At least the fox didn't mock his desires.

"Have you been controlling me all this time?" asked Darren.

"No, my gift only works if some part of you wants it, subconsciously or consciously. Most creatures have taboos about sexual desires they suppress. They cognise this as being controlled; a denial of truth," said Hector.

Darren spotted a box of tissues on the dressing table, plucked some, and began clearing up his mess. Hector opened a cooler, took out a water bottle, and started drinking it. It didn't take long for the dingo to clear up his mess. The only evidence left was his still hard knot jutting from his sheath.

"You better have a shower," said Hector.

Darren took the rest of his clothes off and went into the shower room. Over several minutes the dingo showered and used some of the fur shampoos that had been placed in there. He relaxed under the warm water, and his sex was soon under control. After drying, the dingo returned to the dressing room.

Hector was standing in the room holding out a spare unitard and leotard identical to the one he was wearing in his paws.

"Since you enjoy spandex clothing so much, you can wear one of my spare uniforms tonight," said the fox.

Darren was a bit nervous but seeing that the fox had hidden his street clothes somewhere sealed the deal. The dingo took the shiny purple unitard first and began slipping it on. It was too small, but the spandex stretched enough for him to fit. He could feel the material hugging his fur tightly, and he wanted more. Hector was happy to oblige and handed him the leotard.

The metallic silver leotard was a struggle to put on, and Darren was sure he would need help taking it off. Hector helped roll the shiny garment over his body. The fox didn't seem to mind helping him dress. The creature had a vulpine grin on his muzzle the whole time. Hector clicked his chops as he took in Darren's body.

"Not many can fit my size. I hope you are comfortable," said Hector.

"Yes, it's amazing," said the dingo.

The dingo gasped as Hector stroked down his back, stopping above his tail.

"That's good, darling. My show is in about an hour. I've got to get hydrated, but I'm otherwise ready. You're going to be my water boy tonight, so you'll stay here," said Hector.

The dingo took a seat and watched and waited as the fox continued to drink water from his cooler. Sometime later, the fox checked the time on a watch stored inside one of the dressing room drawers and looked up at Darren.

"The show is about to start. I'll be back in around twenty to thirty minutes for a rest break," Hector said.

With that, the fox trotted out of the room, tail swishing behind him. True to his word, the fox returned when he said he would. Hector came in the door to the dressing room panting. He moved to the shower room and motioned for Darren to follow.

"One water, please," said the fox.

Darren went to the cooler, took out an icy cold water bottle, returned to Hector, and handed it over. The fox quickly took a sip.

"Darren, my outfit is pretty tight. Can you see my bladder bulge?" asked the fox.

Darren was taken aback by the fox's strange question, but he did look down and noticed a slight swelling on the fox's lower abdomen.

"Can you give it a poke?" said Hector.

Darren reached down and gently pressed his fingers into where he thought the fox's bladder was. Suddenly there was a sound. The sound of water dripping downwards. To Darren's surprise, Hector was pissing himself. The dingo withdrew his probing digits swiftly. The clear flow cascaded out from the crotch of his outfit and down Hector's legs. He took another sip of water as the flow continued.

"Thanks; there's no time to change out of this uniform and back during my rest break. Pissing through it is faster. It would be best if you drank a bottle, too," said Hector, between pants.

Darren walked over to the cooler, and his hand paws reached for a bottle. The fox's commanding presence was just as irresistible as before. He walked back to the fox.

"Like your thing for spandex, I have a thing for holding a full bladder. I think it's because It's something I can't use my power to solve," said Hector.

The fox had finished pissing and was dripping off for a few moments. The sleek unitard and leotard showed no signs of the recent flood. Hector slowly drank his water before throwing the empty bottle in the shower room's waste bin. The fox took off in a jog out the shower room door and then the dressing room.

The fox left quickly, leaving Darren to guzzle down his water. The dingo was surprised at what had just happened. Hector was so bohemian it made his head spin more than his power over him.

Another twenty minutes later, the fox returned. Panting and huffing. He squatted over the shower drain again and began pissing. He waved the dingo over, who had already retrieved a water bottle. Hector nodded as he took the bottle and began slipping.

"I'm so jaded about heights. The real peril is not springing a leak up in the air," said Hector.

The fox's stream was massive; the clear pee pooled under him before going down the drain.

"With my power, there's no social challenge; if I want a job, I get it. On the other hand, being an acrobat is a physical challenge. It became something I cared about because I had to train my body to master it," said Hector.

The fox's stream tapered off.

"I want you to drink two bottles for me; I don't want you dehydrated," said the fox.

Hector rose to a standing position, took a shake and tossed the now-empty bottle into the waste bin on the way out. Darren obeyed the fox's command and drank two bottles of water before the fox came back.

Darren heard strange-sounding paw steps coming down the corridor. Soon Hector walked inside, shuffling and pigeon-toed. The fox crossed and recrossed his legs, stopping for a moment in the doorway.

"I think I leaked a bit up there," said the fox.

His tone sounded more excited than anything. Darren handed the water bottle to him, and he shuffled past.

"H-have you ever lost it up there?" asked Darren.

"Only in my wet dreams," said Hector.

His crotch positively hissed as Hector began flooding himself over the shower drain. Darren was taking a swig of water before being prompted by the fox. The dingo was beginning to need to pee quite badly. Sure he had not started as overhydrated as Hector, but the water breaks were now catching up to him.

The fox groaned loudly as he continued to flood his uniform.

"The fun part is the final session. My damp fur constantly reminds me how much I need to pee, and my bladder fills up quickly. I might not make it this time," said Hector.

The fox shook himself and let out another long spurt of piss.

"Shit, I already feel like I need to pee again," Hector said.

The fox's grin told Darren the fox was happy about this situation. He winked at the dingo and trotted out of the dressing room again. As soon as he was gone, Darren crossed his legs and began to wonder where the toilet was. He hadn't kept note of any and was starting to think he would have to use the shower drain too.

Darren began to fiddle with the strap to his leotard but quickly stopped as he heard the fox walking down the hallway. Hector was back again. Their routine was the same Darren first grabbed Hector a water bottle and then one for himself. Hector took a spot over the shower drain and wet himself.

"They ended the performance sooner than I had liked," said Hector.

Darren tried to hide how much he needed to pee, but he shivered as he drank down his water. The fox looked at him.

"You're not trying to hold it, are you?" asked Hector.

"Yeah, I was about to take off my clothes..." said Darren.

"Hmm, it will take a few moments to peel yourself out of that uniform," said Hector.

The fox's piss stream tapered off.

"Yeah," said Darren.

"The toilet is very far away and most likely packed with all the guests taking a leak after the show," said Hector.

Darren could feel the heat rising to his ears, a full-blown canine blush.

"You could try to hold it in the toilet line squirming and grasping at your crotch," said Hector.

The slender creature moved Darren until he was over the shower drain.

"Or... You've seen how I've been doing it. You could just let it flow right here," the fox said.

Darren instantly began to wet himself. He could feel his warm piss flood his crotch and pour down his legs. Hector had barely concealed delight and the dingo's "accident." He ran his hand paws over Darren's chest in circles. Much to Darren's shame, he was getting a hard-on while still pissing.

"Hmm... that's a good dingo," said Hector.

The fox kissed Darren, licking the dingo's lips. Then, suddenly pressing his muzzle near one of Darren's ears to whisper.

"You're just the creature I've been looking for," whispered Hector.

Hector groped Darren's still-dripping bulge before taking him in for another kiss.