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A Theft Most Intimate

It was lust at first sight when Quinn bumped into Finley at the bar. He had been expecting nothing more than to just relax a little after work – knocking back a few beers and maybe idly watching whatever sport was on, usually football, but when Quinn brushed up against the handsome mouse-boy while ordering his drinks, they instantly hit it off. It was Finley who started talking, and they didn’t stop talking until the bar was about to close, completely forgetting about the game, or whatever was on the TV right now.

They were the same age. They had a lot of the same interests. Neither were really interested in a relationship, and both loved casual hookups. Quinn liked metal while Finley liked punk, but was close enough. The only different, really, was that Finley was a mouse while Quinn was a fox, but neither much cared about species. It was perfect, and the two men knew exactly how the night would end well before the sun even set.

The conversation quickly shifted to more sexual matters, of course, as all conversations did when young men, still full of hormones and eager to fuck, were involved.

“I just hope you’ve got condoms,” Finley whispered, the mouse’s slender hand sneaking into Quinn’s lap.

“Condoms? You don’t get tested regularly?” Quinn replied, stifling a groan as the mouse shamelessly squeezed the bulge quickly forming in his trousers, firm with anticipation and greedy lust.

Finley blushed a little. “No, no… it’s nothing like that, I’m clean, just…”

He took a sip of his beer, taking a moment to work up the courage to tug Quinn’s hand into his lap in turn, and then between his legs. Quinn grinned, expecting to feel a familiar harness, only to be genuinely surprised when the mouse’s crotch was smooth. Not featurelessly smooth, but a soft mound that felt warm and damp to the touch.

“…you’re a woman?” he blurted out, only barely managing to keep his voice down.

“Still a man,” Finley smiled apologetically. “Just with a pussy.”

“So, a trans man? I mean, I’m not judging, I’ll still fuck you senseless,” Quinn replied, the initial surprise quickly wearing off as he pressed a finger firmly against where he figured the mouse’s clit would be. He wasn’t as familiar with pussies as he was with cocks, but unlike many men his age, he remembered basic biology, and sure enough, he was rewarded by a squeaky moan, muffled by the mouse clamping a hand over his own muzzle.

“N-not exactly,” Finley huffed. “I’ll tell you the story once you’ve emptied those balls of yours.”

A fair decision, Quinn thought. A possible pregnancy risk explained the need for a condom, at least. He certainly had no interest in having kids in his twenties either. Thankfully, he always carried a few with him just in case he needed them.

Soon they were both rather openly groping at each other. His hand was down Finley’s pants before he knew it, feeling that warm, inviting pussy of his for the first time, and he was already damp with excitement.

“A bit needy, huh?” Quinn asked teasingly. “Don’t worry, I can take care of that for you.”

“Please do, it’s been a week,” Finley groaned, his hips twitching against the fox’s paw, grinding his unusual sex against his palm. “Just… maybe let’s head to my place.”

A wise choice. While Quinn had certainly been ready to fuck him right then and there in the restrooms, it wasn’t exactly easy to stay quiet enough to not get caught with a tight hole around his cock. It was a quick walk to where the mouse lived, and the instant they closed the front door behind them in his apartment, they were already tearing each other’s clothes off.

Finley sank to his knees, nose pressing against Quinn’s shaft as he took one of the fox’s condoms and sensually rolled it on, pinching the very tip of it to make sure it didn’t stretch too much. He’d had a few pregnancy scares already since all this started, as indeed, the mouse hadn’t always had a pussy.

Not that he could really complain, as much as he knew other men might. The orgasms were magnificent, and the teasing even more so.

The moment that condom was firmly on, the two men wrestled each other to bed, where Finley ended up on his back with his legs invitingly spread, as if an invitation was needed with how wet he had gotten in anticipation of getting properly fucked. Quinn’s rubber-covered cock felt amazing as it slid into him with a powerful thrust of the fox’s hips.

“Mm, little mousey has been waiting to get fucked hard, hasn’t he?” Quinn growled playfully. The condom was thin enough to not mute the sensations too much, and he couldn’t help but moan too as Finley’s slick, hot pussy engulfed him in the most carnally welcoming of ways.

It didn’t take them long to begin to reach their peaks. Both men were, after all, rather pent up. Soon, Finley’s legs were wrapped tightly around Quinn’s strong haunches, pulling him in as much as he thrust, rocking his body against the fox’s while whimpering for more. He was happy to provide, of course, and redoubled his efforts, quickly picking up the pace as he fucked the mouse at the fastest, steadiest pace he could muster.

But no manner of self-control was enough to resist the mouse’s sweet, needy clenching. Thankfully, he came first – sex-deprived as he had been – moaning out in pleasure.

As Finley’s pussy clenched, Quinn’s knot slipped inside him. He had been careful not to let it happen before, because he always reached climax almost instantly after tying, but now, with the mouse trembling in euphoria beneath him and trying his hardest to milk his balls dry, there was no reason to hold back.

He gave into that feeling, letting his climax wash over him as Finley’s soft, silken walls massaged his engorged knot, and he filled the condom with rhythmic spurts of his cum, safely caught just before it could do any harm inside him. Together, they collapsed, the fox on top of the mouse, simply savoring the post-coital bliss for the minutes before his knot deflated. Quinn dutifully pulled out and tied off the condom. Wouldn’t want anyone to get pregnant, he thought.

Once they were done – and had taken a well-deserved moment to catch their breaths – Quinn finally asked the mouse about why, exactly, he had a pussy. Normally he wouldn’t have, but Finley had offered to tell him once they were done.

“So, um… Well, the short version is that a kitsune stole my cock and left me with this,” Finley explained. “It took some getting used to, but man, the orgasms…”

“A… kitsune… stole… your… cock, you say,” Quinn repeated back to him. He wasn’t sure if he had literally cum his brains out and wasn’t comprehending what the mouse was saying.

“Yeah. She does that. Like, she goes out hunting for suitable men and steals their cocks, and then she keeps them for… her purposes. And you still feel everything the cock feels,” Finley continued. “And speaking of which, you probably shouldn’t sleep over.”

“Why? Is she going to steal my cock?” Quinn chuckled. He still wasn’t really sure what to make of what the mouse was telling him.

“Well, we are in her hunting grounds,” Finley shrugged. He wiped himself mostly dry with a tissue that he then tossed aside. “So, you know, maybe don’t take the risk if you’re attached to having a cock.”

“I mean, say there is actually some cock-stealing kitsune prowling around,” Quinn laughed. “I think I could just fight her off if it came to that.”

“Dude, kitsunes have magic. And you’d never see her coming either, she usually does it while you’re asleep,” the mouse groaned. “And then you’re part of her collection, maybe forever.”

“What, is she like the tooth fairy?” Quinn laughed. Finley furrowed his brow.

“Yeah, yeah, I really don’t feel like going home tonight,” Quinn continued, laying back down on the mouse’s bed. “Okay if I crash here anyway, having acknowledged your warning about cock thieves?”

“Yeah, I mean, suit yourself,” the mouse sighed. “Last partner didn’t believe it either. Either way I gotta be up early for work so you’ll wake up alone, just lock the door on your way out.”

He did seem strangely insistent that the kitsune was real, but Quinn still had the distinct feeling that he was being fucked with. Either that, or the mouse had constructed a very elaborate fantasy about why he was born that way. Or to hide the fact that he was actually transgender, which made sense given how they were often treated for it.

Either way, Quinn was tired enough after their rutting that he really didn’t feel like walking all the way home. Nor did he want to pay for a cab. And so, he was quickly snoring next to the mouse, having disregarded his very well-intentioned warning.

Quinn slept soundly all night, until he had a strange dream, no doubt caused by the mouse’s warning. In the dream, he was still asleep but aware of himself, and naturally, he was rock hard like he usually was while dead asleep.

A kitsune appeared before him, as if out of thin air, and with a sly grin adorning her slender white muzzle – her entire body was perfectly ivory white – she wrapped her hands around Quinn's shaft. It felt wonderful, like a surge of electrifying pleasure intensified by the fact that he was still asleep. At least, he figured he had to be asleep, and he grew perfectly assured of that fact as that wonderful sensation spread down his shaft and into him, in a way that he’d never experienced before.

“It’s almost as if you want it,” the dream-kitsune whispered in a voice most seductive. Quinn didn’t really bother with a reaction since she wasn’t real anyway – Finley was still soundly asleep next to him, which proved it, he would’ve surely woken up if the kitsune was really here – simply opting to let her do whatever she wanted to do to him as his mind flooded with pleasure.

And oh, was there ever pleasure. The kitsune’s hands caressed his shaft in a way that made his entire body tremble, taking him to heavenly heights of euphoria that he had never imagined possible. The way the sensation radiated into his body was completely new, something only really possible in a dream. He could certainly easily imagine that this was how Finley had felt while he fucked him, and if it was, he totally understood the appeal.

In the dream, he seemed to be forming a pussy around where his cock was attached, a peculiar sensation. Of course, he couldn’t know how a having a pussy really felt, but it felt just like he would have imagined it.

“Aren’t you a good boy,” the kitsune smiled. “Usually, they tend to resist a little. But I suppose you want me to claim your cock for myself.”

She straddled Quinn’s body, her hand still on his cock. The fox could barely believe how warm and soft her dreamy body felt against him. Nor could he really reply, asleep as he was and quite paralyzed, not even as she leaned in to press her lips to his muzzle. In no time, she was grinding against him, careful to not let him slip inside her, but certainly making sure that her damp sex slid up and down the fox’s shaft.

And then, the impossible happened. Suddenly, she was thrusting his own cock into him, deeper than anything could possibly reach, as of course, he didn’t have a pussy in real life. The sensation was breathtaking regardless, and eerily accurate to the point that Quinn stirred a little, almost waking up from his already half-waking dream.

“There we go,” the kitsune smiled. “Another beautiful toy for my collection.”

The feeling of fullness disappeared, and beyond that, it left Quinn feeling very wet and empty. His dozing mind reasoned it as him having just cum all over himself, and he decided to just relax. He could take care of it in the morning; he’d already gotten all messy with the mouse anyway.

The kitsune kissed his nose before disappearing again, and from there on out, Quinn slipped deeper into the realm of dreams. With the sexy dream over, Quinn kept sleeping happily, deep enough in dreamless sleep that nothing woke him up, not even the mouse preparing coffee and then leaving for work just as he had said he would, nor his defeated sigh as he looked back at his lover’s body.

Eventually Quinn woke up from his near-comatose sleep. He stretched, thinking back on the strange dream he had. It wasn’t too surprising that he’d dreamed about a cock-stealing kitsune, given the bizarre thoughts Finley had expressed the night before. At least it’d been enjoyable though. Quinn always liked dream-orgasms.

And then he felt between his legs to see if he had made a mess. His hand didn’t find his usual sheath and suddenly he was wide awake thanks to a sudden surge of adrenaline. Quinn fumbled in a panic, stumbling to the light switch when his fingers met only soft, yielding flesh, and the moment he flicked the lights on, he could plainly see that the “dream” hadn’t been a dream at all.

He rushed to the hall, where he remembered Finley had a full-body mirror, and his heart was beating so rapidly that he could feel the blood rushing through his veins. And none of it was going to his cock. The mirror revealed exactly what he had feared; his cock was indeed gone, leaving only an inviting pussy between his legs, just like Finley’s.

Jesus. Quinn stared at himself in the mirror. He looked perfectly masculine – a little boyish like most foxes remained for their whole lives – but masculine. The only thing that had changed was that rather than his usual and proud plump sheath, there was a rather feminine-looking mound between his legs, along with barely visible outer lips.

His mind went entirely blank as he looked. It felt like a cosmic realignment of some sort, and the fox stood there shell-shocked. Fuck it all, the mouse was actually speaking the truth?

He had to slowly admit to himself that he had been warned and merrily proceeded to completely disregard the warning. This was entirely on him, Quinn realized. Mostly because he hadn’t thought it was possible, but how could he have? The impossible was usually defined by it not being possible.

No, no, he was mentally rambling to keep from panicking. Let’s try to be reasonable. You’ve fantasized about this at least once. What would you do if you woke up as a woman? Or a man with a pussy, I guess.

His inner monologue was running at a million miles per hour as he tried to reason himself into not panicking. Quinn sat down, his legs still spread as he couldn’t stop staring.

Obviously, there was the initial thing everyone said that they’d do in fantasy. Explore their new bodies. Masturbate. Maybe use a toy. But now that it was suddenly a real thing, the thought of doing that was a lot less appealing.

Maybe he’d have to, at some point. But until then, he had to think about a plan of action, something to get his cock back. That meant finding the kitsune, or finding wherever she stored the stolen cocks. His sheath certainly wasn’t… gone. He could still feel it in a strange phantom way, and it felt like he was wearing silken underwear. It was probably in a bag somewhere, at a comfortable temperature, at least for now.

A silken bag at a comfortable temperature could be literally anywhere. But the mysterious kitsune had to live somewhere close by if this was part of her “hunting grounds” with at least two victims so far.

Then again, she had magic, but Quinn actively chose not to despair.

Suddenly he felt a warm hand wrap around his cock. Or his lack of cock. The feeling was intense and yet bizarre. He felt the fingers in vivid detail, as if his cock was still attached to him, exactly where it would normally have been. One finger traced over his glans, and Quinn squirmed, unable to do anything to fend that unwanted hand away. Instead, he quickly and obediently grew hard at her ministrations, the way all cocks did.

After a little more touching – stroking, squeezing, gently teasing the tip of his tapered, vulpine shaft – it stopped. As if having tested him and found him sufficient, the touching ceased and was replaced by that sensation of silk once again, but leaving Quinn horrendously turned on against his will.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, trying to move his hips to grind his disembodied cock against something, but he found himself having no control over it, experiencing only whatever it felt, wherever it was. “Fucking fuck.”

He also felt a rather unfamiliar wetness between his legs, along with a yearning to be touched and filled, which, of course, the kitsune couldn’t do, leaving the burden entirely on Quinn himself.

But he wasn’t going to do that! Quinn was going to entirely ignore the sensations until he got his cock back, whatever it took, he decided. And so, leaving his new pussy wet, needy, and unfulfilled – and his cock hard, wherever it was – he left the mouse’s apartment on trembling legs and made his way to the bus stop, trying to figure out a plan as he went.

Beyond just the wetness, he was growing very aware of how coarse his boxer-briefs felt against a pair of lips far more sensitive than the cock he'd had before.

Still, he couldn’t let those occasional jolts of pleasure from his stiff clit rubbing against coarse fabric stop him. Once the bus came, he got on and found an empty seat, ready to head home so he could properly hammer out a proper plan.

However, he’d barely gotten on the bus before he felt a hand on his cock again, followed by a warm, slippery wetness that quickly got him hard once more. Lube, maybe. Or something more intimate, given how gingerly the unseen fingers smeared it over his length. He didn’t realize what was happening before his tip nudged against something very warm, wet, and yielding. Only unlike when he had been with Finley, there was no rubber to dampen the sensation.

Quinn gasped immediately, and then coughed to cover up what he was doing. Openly moaning on public transit didn’t seem like a good idea, and he had to fight the urge tooth and nail as that slippery, yet very warm sensation engulfed his cock in a wonderful silken tightness inch by inch. The helplessness of it all only seemed to excite him more, the knowledge that his cock was just a toy for the damned kitsune, and he was unable to stop himself from getting hard, getting used, or probably from just giving her his seed if she continued. Certainly, despite not having balls anymore, he could feel the exquisite pressure building in them.

That had to be it. She was fucking herself with his stolen cock! Amazing as it felt, as much as it made the fox want to start thrusting recklessly, this wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all. He called Finley, who had given him his number last night before they slept.

“She got me too! Do you have any idea where her hideout is?” he blurted out immediately, the moment the mouse picked up, fighting the urge to moan in public. He’d soak the bus seat for sure, but nobody had to know that. If he moaned, then they'd know for sure it was him. Quinn could only thank his lucky stars that he at least wasn’t standing, because he knew that he’d probably fall over with how weak and wobbly his legs felt.

“I don’t, but… um, hold on just a moment,” Finley replied at the other end.

Quinn heard rapid-fire clicking before the mouse spoke again. “I mean I don’t know if it’s where she lives or just a rental or whatever, but she gave me an address to visit if I wanted to… get fucked, with a chance of getting my cock back. I didn’t, I was kinda used to this by then. But maybe you could visit that address?”

“It’s the only lead I have,” he apologized after a pause, providing the address to the very eager fox. “I guess I don’t mind having a pussy as much as you do, sorry.”

“…you actually don’t?” Quinn asked, and then promptly bit his hand to keep from moaning as his detached cock slid inside something wonderfully warm and tight, nearly making him double over. “Mnnnh- like, at all?”

“Nah. I mean I’ll mind if I get knocked up. Until then though, great orgasms, and I’m a bottom anyway,” Finley shrugged verbally. “Good luck if you want to get yours back though, I’m not sure if she’d actually do it. I think she’s building a weird harem.”

“…fine,” Quinn huffed. “I’ll get mine back.”

“Good luck,” Finley replied. “But I’d guess next time we meet we’ll be using dildos.”

Yeah, alright, Quinn thought, as he hung up. He wasn’t about to lose his masculinity just like that. Not after everything he and his precious sheath had been through together!

But right now, before he set off to that address on the other side of town, he had to endure the kitsune’s assault. With the call over, it was the only thing he could focus on. It felt like his cock was thrusting into something, maybe the thief’s own pussy, and it left his pussy dripping wet despite being entirely unstimulated. He knew his underwear was soaked, and soon he’d be visibly wet.

There was nothing he could do, though. Nothing but squirm in his seat until it was over, because if he got up, he’d stumble. And so, Quinn bit his hand hard enough for the pain to numb the pleasure somewhat as he quicky raced towards his unwanted climax. The kitsune’s pussy, if that’s what he was feeling, felt entirely too good to resist, and he wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to even if he had any control over what his cock was doing.

Then again, wasn’t that true for all wet pussies? Fuck, for all Quinn knew, the kitsune could be using his cock to fuck another cuntboy that she had created.

That got him even more turned on, the thought that he might be getting someone pregnant without having any choice in the matter. Already, Quinn was careening towards a climax with each rhythmic thrust of his cock into an anonymous pussy, just barely managing to keep himself from outright whimpering. His pants were already soaked, and his pussy so sensitive that each little bump of the bus only pushed him further.

Fuck it, he thought. Why was he holding back anyway? He would cum regardless of what he wanted, and the sooner he got this over with, the better.

His hand slipped down between his legs. The sooner, the better, indeed. Nobody was really looking at him, which was good, as the instant that his fingers brushed over his clit he reached nearly stratospheric heights of pleasure. He let out the quietest little whimper, convulsively thrusting his fingers into that soaked slit, and came immediately. Somewhere, in a detached and yet vivid sense, his cock throbbed, emptying the balls that he no longer had into a stranger’s cunt. And where the rest of Quinn’s body was, he nearly doubled over, grinding against his seat on the bus as contraction after ecstatic contraction of his pussy drenched both his fingers and the seat itself, leaving a plainly visible wet patch even in his pants.

He certainly couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. The intensity of a “dual” orgasm like that – for lack of a better word in his dazed head – left the fox slumped against the window, dizzily staring ahead and seeing everything in doubles. His fingers were still inside him, and every few seconds another little aftershock of his orgasm shot through him. Somewhere else, his cock was withdrawn from its warm embrace and wiped clean, only to be put back in that damned silk bag.

Very briefly, he asked himself if the orgasms were actually worth staying like this. His entire body was still tingling in a way he could never remember it doing. Finley hadn’t been exaggerating about that part, that was for damn sure. Yet even the afterglow was tainted by a kind of masculine shame about his body. This wasn’t how he was supposed to be or look, no matter how good it felt. And pussies were certainly a lot messier than he had thought. Sure, there was no cum, but his entire crotch and most of his inner thighs were embarrassingly sticky with arousal regardless. Something had to change.

Slowly, once he stopped trembling, Quinn pulled out his phone again and looked at the address. It wasn’t far away, and the bus was headed in the right direction. A short walk from the terminus, which was a happy coincidence. He decided to follow that instead of going home. As strong as the orgasms were, he wanted his cock back more than anything.

He left the bus with a shameful expression, wondering if any of the other passengers would smell his wetness. If they did, at least no one reacted to it, which Quinn was rather thankful for, only feeling sorry for whoever would end up in his seat later.

The address led Quinn to a mansion. He had expected a warehouse, factory, storage lot or the like, a place mostly unseen from where the kitsune could plan her heists. But no, instead it was rather clearly a permanent residence, and a luxurious one at that. The fox suddenly felt hopeful; this had to be where she lived. The front gate wasn’t even locked, swinging open with well-oiled grace.

The fox got the distinct feeling that he was walking straight into a trap when the mansion’s door wasn’t locked either. The interior was luxurious by any definition of the word, befitting of a regal kitsune, even if she was a thief; the walls were lined with trophies of various kinds, memorabilia of all the places she had been – most places, it seemed – but the fox didn’t see a collection of cocks anywhere. Then again, that probably wouldn’t be on public display for any wanderer to stumble upon.

“Well, well, well, not who I was expecting,” a melodic voice suddenly called out, and Quinn immediately recognized it from that ‘dream’ he’d had. “But I suppose you’ll do fine; you’re just here a little earlier than I expected.”

Quinn turned and found himself face to face with the kitsune. She looked striking, her fur so white it was almost shimmering, nine elegant and fuzzy tails swaying in the air behind her, and with a rather vulpine grin on her slender face.

“You! I want my cock back!” Quinn growled.

“Oh? You can certainly have it if you want it that badly,” she smiled in response.

Quinn’s mind felt like it was short-circuited again. All this work and teasing, and she’d give it back to him just like that? “W-what? That easily?”

“Of course. Just follow me,” she smiled, swaying her perfectly shaped ass – and tails – as she turned and walked towards the master bedroom. Quinn followed her, still expecting a trap but quite hopeful that he’d just be able to get out of this situation without anything else happening. “It’s a good thing you’ve not gotten fucked by anyone yet.”

“W-why’s that?” the fox stuttered.

“Well, a pregnancy will make the loss of your cock permanent, as you’d be just a little bit too feminine for it to… recognize you as its original host,” the kitsune murmured, clearly delighted in her devilish plans.

They entered the bedroom, where she pulled open a drawer with what looked like dozens of silken bags. Quinn’s eyes went wide. Just how long had she been doing this?

“Of course, a lot of boys learn to love their pussies,” she continued, running her fingers over each bag and enjoying the way the disembodied cocks inside twitched eagerly, each of their owners no doubt moaning.

“Finley seemed to, yeah,” Quinn spoke hesitantly. “I don’t… I don’t think I could, though.”

The kitsune pulled out one of the bags and reached inside it, and sure enough, Quinn felt her hand on it. She pulled it out of the bag, and once again Quinn felt light-headed as he looked at that part of his anatomy, cleanly and bloodlessly separated from his body and yet still very much alive. Worse yet, he felt his feminine sex twitch at the sight.

“Or maybe you could,” the kitsune suddenly exclaimed, and before Quinn could react, one of her tails – surprisingly strong and entirely prehensile – was wrapped firmly around his torso, pinning his arms to his body. “Let’s see about that. Oh, don’t look so scared, you are getting your cock back… just in a rather different and much messier way than you might’ve imagined.”

Quinn struggled, only for another tail to swipe his legs out from underneath him, causing him to fall onto the bed. She held him there effortlessly while picking out a harness from the drawers. At first, the fox didn’t know what he was looking at, but as the kitsune quickly stripped naked and slipped the harness around her curvy hips, it became rather obvious. It was for a strap-on.

Only she wasn’t planning to use a dildo.

“No!” he exclaimed. “Just… give me my… let me go, you can keep the cock!”

According to what the kitsune had just told him, if he got knocked up he’d be stuck with his pussy permanently. And worse yet, he’d be pregnant! Quinn was nowhere near ready to have a kid, much less one that he had to give birth to. He had a career, lots of lovers, and he was far too young to have to settle down already! And he’d have to be a single father. Pregnant by himself.

“Could just not cum,” the kitsune laughed. “Consider it… practice. In fact, let’s make this sporting.”

Kitsunes were always prone to trickery and risky games. Maybe that would be what saved Quinn’s unwanted womb from a kit or two.

“If you manage to refrain from cumming for thirty minutes, I’ll genuinely give you your little cock back,” the kitsune stated. “If you don’t manage, well, I suppose you’ll just enjoy being a father, and I’ll be keeping your cock as my playtoy.”

“Just give it back,” Quinn hissed. “I don’t want to play some stupid game.”

He tried to bite at the kitsune’s tail, only for a tail to wrap around his muzzle and squeeze it shut while she affixed his cock to her harness.

“Don’t worry, kit,” she murmured. “I’ll let you moan and beg.”

With that, she moved to stripping him, and once again there was nothing Quinn could do except squirm. The kitsune’s tails didn’t look strong but they wrapped around him like tentacles, maybe fueled by her innate magic, and made it utterly impossible for him to do anything else. Soon enough his underwear came off, and Quinn shivered at the feeling of cool air on his folds, still damp from the earlier fucking.

“Mm, you really shaped up beautifully. Such a perfect, cute pussy to take all manner of cocks. You know, I’m really being too nice to you, I could be using a horsecock to claim you,” his tormentor continued. “But I think breeding you with your own cock and seed is just too delicious of an idea to ignore. You should consider yourself lucky, not everyone gets to raise a baby so intimately their own.”

“Mmpf-” Quinn protested. “Mmhnh!”

“All you have to do is not cum. Hey, maybe don’t even get hard, that’d make it a lot harder for me to fuck you,” the kitsune grinned. She climbed onto the bed with the fox. “But I think you’ll be a good boy and just let me do it, won’t you?”

Her fingers wrapped around Quinn’s cock again, and he immediately twitched in response, his cock perfectly happy to betray him in exchange for getting to cum again. It was bizarre, watching and feeling himself slowly grow hard while desperately wishing he wouldn’t.

Think unsexy thoughts. Grandma’s laundry basket. Used condoms. Socks… not attached to beautiful, shapely and squeezable thighs…

No matter how beautiful the kitsune’s breasts were, gently bouncing as she pumped her fingers up and down Quinn’s cock, he couldn’t let himself stare at them. But it was hard not to with how they were almost directly in his face, and the instant he tried to close his eyes, fantasies began to filter into his thoughts, spurred on by the kitsune’s relentless teasing.

How would fucking his own pussy feel? God, stop. Don’t think about it. There was a distinctly horrifying but erotic thrill to the idea of being forced to fill his fertile new cunt with his own cum. Quinn had read stories like that, and now it was coming back to bite him hard. All of those stories described the protagonists – usually hermaphrodites – as utterly enraptured by the dual sensations.

But those protagonists always wanted to get pregnant, even – or especially – if they themselves were both mother and father. Quinn was terrified in comparison. He couldn’t possibly let it happen, couldn’t let himself get hard enough for his cock to slide effortlessly into his increasingly slick and needy pussy without any sort of protection.

“Seems you’re just about hard enough,” she said, matter-of-factly. And sure enough, Quinn could both see and feel that he was, his cock fully engorged and jutting from the beautiful but devilish kitsune’s crotch. And it was pointing directly at his pussy. “And all in a matter of five minutes!”

The kitsune’s tails pried his legs open and then she positioned herself between them, a fourth tail slipping around his hips and tugging them up.

“Just to make sure all the cum stays inside. You know, just in case you decide to cum,” she grinned, very slowly and deliberately rubbing the tip of Quinn’s cock against his dewy folds. “You could just give in and make yourself a father. And mother, I suppose…”

The tail around Quinn’s muzzle unfurled just as her hips first thrust. The rock-hard cock speared into him. The sensation was impossible; pure ecstasy in both his cock as his pussy swallowed it up, and equally in his cunt as it was stretched wide and clamped down hard on that wonderful length. Just as the kitsune had predicted, he moaned.

“Now, now. Don’t give up this early. You want your cock back, don’t you?” she teased. “Or maybe you want to be a cuntboy forever. No need to have a cock when you can just leave it for me to enjoy. Mm, maybe I’ll have you and Finley breed each other after this…”

Quinn growled, trying to force the sensations out of his head and cock. He didn’t like being challenged, and so his tarnished masculine pride spurred him on.

“I’m not going to give up,” he snarled. “No matter how hard you t-t- hhhngh- how hard you try!”

“There’s the spirit,” the kitsune replied. She tilted her hips a little and thrust back in, knowingly aiming for Quinn’s g-spot, buried deep inside his body. It took a few attempts; for a blissful moment, Quinn only felt a moderate amount of pleasure, irresistible as it was to feel his own pussy tugging on and massaging his own cock. And then, the kitsune hit her mark and he moaned out loud as a shockwave of pleasure surged through him and left him panting, toes curling and back arching as much as it could in her firm embrace.

“And there you go. Unfortunately for you, I’m pretty used to pleasuring boys with cunts,” she laughed cruelly. “You’re all so easy to break. Just twenty minutes left to go”

Twenty minutes left. He had a chance!

“Not… going… to… break,” Quinn growled, his vision glazed with tears. Fuck it, he could feel his cock throbbing already. He could hear the damned kitsune rutting him, his pussy squelching wetly with each thrust. His blood ran cold as he realized that he wouldn’t even need to cum on both ends as it were; it was enough if his cock did, and in doing so, squirted his goddamn cum inside him without a care in the world and in particular, zero consideration of the consequences, cursing him to remain half female forever.

But still, he tried to resist because he had to resist. Quinn gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think about anything he could that wouldn’t risk further arousing him.

He could feel little squirts of heat already filling him. Precum, of course, as canids were particularly prone to producing. Did precum have any sperm in it? Quinn tried to remember his biology classes, which proved an effective distraction from being rutted. He hadn’t done very well in biology, but he did remember them talking about the “pulling out” method of preventing pregnancy… not being very effective.

So maybe it did have sperm. Maybe it was already too late. Quinn’s jaw hurt from how hard he was clenching it, trying to will away the pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of his pussy. If he was already pregnant, then there was no point holding back.

No! He had to assume that there was still a chance and keep fighting against the surging pleasure. Right now, he was maybe pregnant. If he allowed himself to cum, he’d be pregnant for sure.

But it was getting harder to resist the damned sensations. In one way, the sheer overwhelming pleasure worked in Quinn’s favor, he thought. With how both his cock and pussy were radiating pure carnal ecstasy, his mind couldn’t even accidentally focus on either one, and maybe that was what had prevented him from cumming so far.

The kitsune, though, had a lot of experience in doing this. It took a while to grow all nine tails, after all, and while she hadn’t started stealing cocks before her fifth one had grown in, she had since then mastered just about all the ways that made both men and women melt at her touch. And one of those methods was already swelling at the base of her stolen cock. It wasn’t until the knot slammed against Quinn’s yielding lips that he realized that it was even there.

Of course it was. It was his knot. And he immediately knew that he’d cum and cum hard the instant it slipped inside.

“D-don’t tie with me,” he choked out.

“And what’s the fun in that? I know us foxes need to tie to really enjoy a mating. Shh, you’ll learn to love it,” the kitsune replied, demonstratively grinding Quinn’s knot against her folds.

Quinn bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. The kitsune thrust harder. He tried to clench as hard as he could but he was so utterly soaked that there was nothing he could do, the knot gradually spreading him wider than he had thought possible. It wasn’t quite inside him yet, but eventually he’d have to relax; he couldn’t keep those muscles tense forever.

Maybe just this once, he wouldn’t cum. Please let me not cum.

The kitsune dug her heels into the carpet and gave one final push. “Five minutes or so to go. Feels like you’re about to cum. Enjoy being a father, or mother, or whatever you want to think of yourself as.”

“I d-don’t- don’t want to-” Quinn stuttered. Five minutes. And then he gasped as his knot popped into his clutching, ravenous pussy. For a moment he teetered just on the edge of orgasm, almost hopeful that he could hold back even as his inner muscles clamped down around the most sensitive part of his detached masculinity. Just five minutes. Please don’t let me cum.

“Too late,” the kitsune whispered, evidently familiar enough to cocks to recognize that he swelled just a little bit more just as he passed the point of no return.

And then, with less than ten minutes before he was home free, he throbbed hard as his pleasure spiked too high to possibly control, and Quinn’s orgasm washed over him.

Blinded by pleasure as he was, Quinn was still horribly aware of the pressured, rhythmic injections of heat that splashed into his defenseless body, with nothing he could do about it. It was everything he didn’t want, and yet his body betrayed him again at exactly that moment, the masculine and inseminating orgasm quickly pushing him over the edge for the much more feminine and receptive one, which was even more overwhelming. With a breathless cry of pleasure, Quinn’s back arched as he was unwillingly thrust into absolute surrender. It felt impossibly good to finally have it happen after what felt like hours of being edged.

It didn’t really matter at that point, and so Quinn didn’t – and couldn’t – consider the role of the female orgasm in ensuring a pregnancy. Not that he would’ve been able to resist it in the end anyway, with the game effectively rigged by the kitsune, but inside him, with each orgasmic pleasure-spasm of his body, his treacherous new cervix dipped into the pool of his own seed, drinking deep as it flooded into his womb.

“Well,” the kitsune huffed with the most self-satisfied and smug smile that Quinn had ever seen, one that would sear itself into his memories as the most humiliating moment he had ever experienced. “Looks like you have a swollen belly in your future.”

“Bastard,” Quinn wheezed. He was still half afloat on clouds of bliss, unable to really muster too much anger or horror.

“Don’t worry, having a pussy is great. There’s a reason I’ve always preferred having mine,” she laughed. “For cocks like yours.”

Wait, had she actually used Quinn’s cock on herself? That meant-

She shook her head demonstratively. “Unfortunately, unlike your obedient little womb, I can decide if I want to get pregnant or not. Now, why don’t you go clean up and go find a cute boy to form a family with, cunt or not?”

The kitsune unfurled her tails, stealing one last glance of Quinn dripping with his own cum before nonchalantly turning her back to him and returning his precious cock to the drawer. Quinn had nothing left; assuming that she wasn’t just lying, that cock would never be attached to his body again anyway. That, and he couldn’t overpower such an ancient creature.

On his way out, he could feel himself still oozing cum despite wiping himself clean earlier, as a painful reminder that he’d really emptied both balls deep into his own fertile womb. He knew he was pregnant and dreaded when he’d start to show.

But at least there was still Finley to hook up with. Now that the damage was done, it wasn’t as if they couldn’t find a third man – one with a cock – to fuck them both and help him get used to this new body by way of endless incredibly intense orgasms. Cold comforts, perhaps… and yet, Quinn still felt his overexcited pussy clench at the idea.

Maybe it wouldn’t be all that bad.

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