{"sf1_id":1975978,"sf2_id":"AnKDNYj1","title":"ND: LoveGun Jennifer Ending (Impressing the New Boss)","author":"LiveIron","words":1771,"posted_at":"2023-04-14T03:38:04.000Z","tags":["ADHG","AHDG","Adult","Adult Content","Alternate Society","Amazon","Anthro","Anthrostate","Ball Fondling","Bed","Bedroom","Blind","Blindfold","Blowjob","Bondage","Bound","CYOA","Choose Your Own Adventure","City","Cock","Cum","Dick","Dystopia","Erection","Erotic","Explicit","F/M","Fellatio","Femdom","Fondling","Footjob","Foreplay","Fox","Fucking","Greentext","Groping","Gun","Guns","HMOFA","Handjob","Hard-On","Heavypetting","Heterosexual","Hotdogging Sex Position","Human","Humiliation","Interspecies","Kissing","Laugh","Licking","Lust","M/F","Magic","Male/Female","Mammal","Minor Bondage","Multiple Species","Novel","Orgasm","Orgasm Denial","Ownership","Paw","Paws","Penis","Raccoon/Fox","Relationships","Restrain","Reverse Cowgirl","Riding","Ropes","Rules","Second Person","Series","Sex","Sexy","Short","Size Difference","Story","Story Series","Straight","Suggestive","Tail","Teasing","Tied","Various Species","Weapon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1975978-nd-lovegun-jennifer-ending-impressing-the-new-boss","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/AnKDNYj1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/69/c6/69c66cf8-2f23-4e43-b39c-a4a144bb9711","description":"You decided to use the LoveGun on Jennifer.  \nLet's see how that went...","content":"\\\u003eWhy did you shoot Jennifer?  \n\\\u003eYou should have known it was going to be a trick.  \n\\\u003eA fox got you into this mess, you should have known adding another fox to the mix would only make things worse.  \n\\\u003eNow you're naked, blindfolded, and tied to a bed, and for the past 20 minutes you've had paws on your dick.  \n\\\u003e...both her hands and her feet, at this point.  \n\\\u003e\"Who do you work for?\" she asks with that sultry vixen voice.  \n\\\u003e\"You!\" you answer for the hundredth time.  \n\\\u003e\"And who do you answer to?\"  \n\\\u003e\"Y-you!\"  \n\\\u003eYou feel her fur brush close against your face, her hum audible as her breath hits your ear.  \n\\\u003e\"And who am I?\" she whispers, her pads pausing, squeezing your tortured member tight.  \n\\\u003e\"A g-goddess,\" you whisper back.  \n\\\u003e\"Good boy,\" she says, dragging her muzzle across your cheek. \"Kiss.\"  \n\\\u003eYou press your lips against hers, trying to hold onto some scrap of dignity as you slobber all over her muzzle.  \n\\\u003eThe fox opens up for you, letting your tongue slide in only to bite down on it. She plays with the trapped tip with her own tongue, tugging lightly.  \n\\\u003eHer teasing on your other tip doesn't cease, either.  \n\\\u003eShe bites down slightly harder when you let out a whine, her claws digging into your sack as she presses her snout harder against you.  \n\\\u003eSomehow, she pushes your tongue to the side of her mouth and traps it, leaving her tongue free to invade your mouth.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eShe tastes slightly of wine, a cheap, wet red.  \n\\\u003eBut hell, is it strong.  \n\\\u003eOnly when your entire mouth is coated does she pull away, her teeth scraping along your now-tender tongue.  \n\\\u003e\"How do I taste?\"  \n\\\u003e\"G-good...\"  \n\\\u003eShe hums again, drifting away from you.  \n\\\u003eHer paws as well, you note.  \n\\\u003eThen something warm drips down onto your member, and her hands return, coating you as you twitch and moan.  \n\\\u003e\"Time to see how you taste...\"  \n\\\u003eA shock runs through your body when the tip of her tongue touches your lower head, that red-wine flavor surging through your mouth anew. The ropes cut into your wrists as you reach for her involuntarily, the ones around your ankles and knees tightening.  \n\\\u003e\"Do I have to do it?\" she asks, her breath washing over your bare groin.  \n\\\u003e\"No, no,\" you pant, shaking your head desperately.  \n\\\u003eYour breath hitches as she massages the sensitive, upper-insides of your thighs, digging occasionally beneath your scrotum as her paws grip your legs.  \n\\\u003e\"Are you sure?\" Jennifer asks, tracing the seam between your legs and your groin, circling your base.  \n\\\u003e\"Y -- ye -- s,\" you choke out, straining to pull your feet together but keep your knees apart.  \n\\\u003eYou hear shifting on the bed, and try to focus on that, on the way the room smells of air-freshener, of the way the restraints cut into your thighs, your ankles.  \n\\\u003eIn short, on anything but everything that's going on near your nethers.  \n\\\u003eWhen she cups it all together, her thumbs hooking beneath your sack and pressing it up against your erect member, her breasts just barely pressing against your inner thighs, you nearly explode.  \n\\\u003eShe chuckles at the burst of air that escapes your lips, beginning to gently massage you.  \n\\\u003e\"Alright... but you know what happens if you disappoint me.\"  \n\\\u003eOh god, how you do.  \n\\\u003eYou know exactly what the 'it' from earlier meant, and you know exactly what will happen if you bust early now.  \n\\\u003eThe air escapes you in a thin stream this time when Jennifer puts her lips to your head, occasionally veering into a whistle as you pull your lips tight.  \n\\\u003eThey're soft, they're warm, they're wet.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel the little stain they leave when she pulls back, her tongue brushing against you as she remoistens them and kisses a little lower along your shaft.  \n\\\u003eYou twinge with each kiss she presses along your underside, your teeth grinding when she reaches your testes and polishes them off, too.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eOnly when she presses the top of her snout along your length do you vocalize, though nothing intelligible. It's a groan through and through.  \n\\\u003eHer fur feels so much softer against that sensitive skin, and the slight wetness of her nose against your balls is vibrant in a way that you had thought only colors could be before.  \n\\\u003eYou let lose a full-on whimper when she sniffs you there, long and drawn out, that wet nose scraping up along your length.  \n\\\u003eDamn these ropes.  \n\\\u003eShe makes sure you know she's opened her mouth, that tell-tale 'ahh' clearly for your blind benefit.  \n\\\u003eIt takes all you have not to scream when she slowly takes your length into her mouth, making sure her teeth scrape gently along you the whole way. You grunt slightly when she presses down a bit further, your head hitting the back of her throat as she jostles your balls with her lower jaws.  \n\\\u003eBut then it's right back to business; Jennifer backs off, and clamps her mouth down around you tight -- both her teeth and her lips -- and begins to suck.  \n\\\u003eYou can feel every bump on her tongue, every fold on the roof of her mouth, every tiny gap between her teeth. Your memeber is quickly pressed against them all. Even before she starts moving, you're already hissing and struggling against your binds.  \n\\\u003eJennifer doesn't let you go easy this time, keeping her mouth perfectly still, perfectly tight around your member as her hands begin to roam.  \n\\\u003eThe cruel vixen is likely regretting the blindfold now, unable to watch your fluttering, darting eyes as she traces her hands over your groin, your hips, your thighs.  \n\\\u003eYou twitch against her when her claws lightly scrape your stomach; perhaps the way you're biting your lip hard enough to bleed is good enough for her.  \n\\\u003eThen she begins to bob her head.  \n\\\u003eSlowly.  \n\\\u003eEver so slowly.  \n\\\u003eOn the upstroke, your dick is pulled up along in her tight embrace for a centimeter or two, before every ridge and bump is dragged across its tender surface.  \n\\\u003eOn the downstroke, you feel your precum spurt out as the sensations all rush you at once.  \n\\\u003eIt only takes three or four slow, long strokes before you scream, your hips twitching violently.  \n\\\u003eWhen the fox bites down hard and sticks her thumbs in your balls, staying deadly still, you quickly quiet down.  \n\\\u003e\"Please -- please --\" you beg, barely able to gasp it out, \"I -- I can't -- take more --\"  \n\\\u003eYou let out another groan, your toes curling as she slackens her jaws, dragging her tongue along the underside of your dick as she lifts up from it.  \n\\\u003e\"Please what?\" she asks, slowly, voice full of that vixen richness as she begins to rub circles into your sack.  \n\\\u003e\"Fuck me!\"  \n\\\u003eThough you can't see her, you can tell the fox moves in a flash, fur sliding over skin, springs creaking as you feel her weight on your thighs.  \n\\\u003eThroughout, though, her hands never once leave your nethers, a finger or thumb always keeping your balls in line and your dick at attention.  \n\\\u003eAs if it needed the help.  \n\\\u003eYou can tell that she's gone into reverse cowgirl when you feel her tail brush up along your chest as she grabs your tip; you only feel her entrance briefly before she sinks down on you, hard and fast.  \n\\\u003eGod, it's somehow tighter than her fucking vacuum-sealed mouth!  \n\\\u003eThe vixen pushes down on your shaking knees as she bounces up and down slowly, her own knees keeping your legs straight, tense.  \n\\\u003eThat doesn't stop you from grunting, fighting vigorously against the ropes that bind your wrists.  \n\\\u003eNo, she stops that a different way.  \n\\\u003eYou feel her pause her pounding, the movement reduced to a slight, intermittent twitching as her tail springs to life.  \n\\\u003eShe shifts slightly, further back so that her ass just barely presses against your stomach; the tip of her bushy appendage skirts up your sweaty, bare skin, soft and wonderful.  \n\\\u003eYour grunts rise in pitch when it reaches your armpits, your struggles growing less and less under your own control as your body spasms.  \n\\\u003eNow you're struggling not to scream _or_ laugh.  \n\\\u003eEventually the vixen stops, muttering \"That's enough, you're starting to get soft...\"  \n\\\u003eFor a moment, you realize you were indeed distracted -- but a bushy tail-tip in your face fixes all that. Soon enough you're grunting and panting once more as you take in her coffee-scented... \u0026nbsp;scent.  \n\\\u003eThrough your own struggles, you think you can hear Jennifer start to get winded as well.\u0026nbsp;  \n\\\u003eShe grabs your ankles, shifting down your body slightly and making you gasp as all her weight is pressed on your groin and legs, hers brushing up along your torso.  \n\\\u003e\"Fuck,\" is all the warning she gives before she begins to jack-hammer back against you, using your ankles as handles.  \n\\\u003eHer knees on your ribs make it hard to gasp with every thrust; your lungs burn almost as hard as your dick, the friction, the stimulus, and her heat all sending it alight with sensation.  \n\\\u003eWhen you finally feel her slowing down, you're beginning to see spots of white on the inside of your blindfold.  \n\\\u003eYou're vaguely aware of the soft, quiet groans she's letting out as she rocks back against you, gentler now.  \n\\\u003eYou're also aware of the pawpads cradling your face -- these ones from her feet for sure.  \n\\\u003eJennifer takes in a sharp breath when she feels you turn and kiss one, then rubs them both against you.  \n\\\u003e\"Such perverted tastes...\"  \n\\\u003eYou've got just enough dignity left to mutter a muffled \"Fuck off,\" before giving her pads a lick.  \n\\\u003eThe fox lets out a chirping chuckle, drawing them both away as she slides herself off you, her breathing still heavy.  \n\\\u003eShe lays back against you, humming at your groans; she's trapped your dick between her fluffy cheeks.  \n\\\u003e\"That was... good...\" she says, making sure that her neck-fur presses against your face as she relaxes back against you.  \n\\\u003eYou manage not to make a sound as she shifts around on your tender member, crossing her legs and putting even more weight on it.  \n\\\u003e\"G-good enough to undo me?\"  \n\\\u003eA hand comes up and strokes your cheek as the vixen hums, her claws sliding dully against you.  \n\\\u003e\"--No.\"  \n\\\u003eYou groan; she yawns.  \n\\\u003e\"...Not quite yet... I'm a little tired now...\"  \n\\\u003eYou can't tell if Jennifer is faking it as her breathing begins to shallow out, her body relaxing and growing evermore heavy.  \n\\\u003eYou take another breath of her fur; you suppose it doesn't matter.  \n\\\u003eStupid, sexy foxes...  \n  \nImportant Poll:  \nhttps://strawpoll.com/polls/B2ZBE9bmzgJ","series":{"name":"ND: LoveGun","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1975938-nd-lovegun-aki-ending-moving-out-quick.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1975983-nd-lovegun-laura-ending-workplace-pressures.json"}}