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"Jennifer Sterling?"

The fox-woman looked up from her phone at the rough voice; a german shepherd in uniform was standing at the front desk.

"Yes, that's me," the fox said. "I assume you're here about the call I made earlier?"

"Yeah," the shepherdess replied, flashing a badge. "Patricia Birch with the ATF. You said the perp was restrained?"

Jennifer smiled.

"Yes, he is. Security took him into one of the back rooms -- he didn't put up much of a fight."

Pat snorted; maybe this would be an easy day. She wouldn't mind one after yesterday.

"Take me there. We can go over the details on the way."

Jennifer nodded, getting out from behind the desk. The fox hadn't been museum director long, but she'd made a significant impact. The last director was rarely seen outside the vaults or at the most essential events; Jennifer was out on the floor several times a day. As a result, the patrons and staff barely gave her and the ATF agent a second glance.

"The museum had just opened," Jennifer said, "and I was there at the front desk. I like to ensure the day starts off well for us and our patrons. The last in line was a human, about yay high."

She motioned near her chest, a bit under six feet up. The fox stood at six feet and nine inches -- a height she was proud to put on her dating profile. She was a little short by anthro standards, Patricia being more average at seven foot six.

"He's on the slender side," Jen continued, "wearing normal clothes, long brown hair. When he comes up to the desk, he pulls something out of his bag."

The fox waited until they'd entered the service corridors to say "It was a gun."

"Did he threaten anyone?" Patricia asked.

"I... I don't know," the fox replied. "He just said 'I have this gun for you,' and pointed it in the air."

"Where did you put the gun?"

"My office," Jen replied. "Didn't want to keep it in the same room as him."

Patricia nodded. The fox seemed sharp, but the few glances she caught suggested something deeper. The agent had seen foxes like her before -- ones who lived up to the mischievous stereotype. As if reading her thoughts, Jennifer offered a knowing, sly smile.

Pat returned it.

"Alright," the shepherdess said, "I can pick it up on my way out. Have to deal with the human first; did you get his name?"

Daniel was somewhat nervous.

The chair he was strapped to was cold metal, probably old as the museum itself. It was uncomfortable, especially since he'd been stripped down to his skivvies.

The fox-lady told the huge security guards to do that to him, to 'make sure he wasn't hiding any other weapons.' She hadn't listened when he told her that he didn't have any, that he didn't want to hurt anyone. Daniel cursed, struggling again at the zip-ties on his wrists. All he wanted to do was donate the old six-shooter he'd found in his new apartment. The museum website didn't have instructions, so he decided he'd just go in and do it himself.

What a mistake that was.

The fox-lady told him that much when her two guards left. She listened to him a little bit, but put a finger up to his lips.

"It doesn't matter what you did or didn't want," she said. "We have to call the police."

She looked over him with purple eyes, a small grin gracing her muzzle.

"But if you behave yourself, it might go smoothly."

She left him what felt like hours ago, but now he could hear her out in the hallway, talking with someone. The orange fox in casual clothes didn't bust down the door, though; the german shepherd hardly broke her stride as she entered, charging straight for him.

"What's your name?!" Patricia shouted, grabbing his shoulders and leaning the whole chair back.

"D-Daniel!"

"What are you doing here?"

"B-behaving!"

The shepherdess opened her mouth for another yell, but his response made her pause. Jennifer chuckled softly, closing the door.

"Why did you come here with a gun, Daniel?" the agent asked instead, letting the chair fall forward. The human managed a breath, regaining some composure.

"I wanted to give the gun to the museum," he said. "I found it when I moved into my apartment, and I didn't know where else to go with it."

Daniel sighed a little -- she'd have to give him a chance. She was a cop, it was the law. Patricia studied him for a moment with her brown eyes, then stalked slowly around him, arms crossed over her sizable bust.

"Tell me -- was the gun just sitting on the table when you arrived?"

"No, it was in the closet. I --"

"Rhetorical question, perp," Patricia snarled, suddenly by his ear. "You really expect me to believe a story like that?"

"But it was!"

"Quiet!" she snapped, slamming her hands on his shoulders again. He whimpered a little when she kneaded at him.

"The way I see it, Daniel, you're a criminal trying to get rid of a piece," she growled. "Ms. Sterling tells me you made no appointment, that you just waltzed in with it."

"I-I'm sorry, I --"

The shepherdess pinched his lips shut, walking back around to his front. Jennifer joined her, both of them looking down at the bound human.

"Sorry doesn't cut it," the shepherdess said. She glanced over at the fox. "All that matters is if Ms. Sterling wants to press charges."

"Please, Ms. Sterling, I--" Daniel began, but the fox held up a finger.

"I've already made up my mind," she said; Patricia recognized the beginnings of a foxy grin.

"Because you caused a scene, my entire day is going to be spent on you," the fox said, lifting his chin with a finger. "It could be filling out paperwork for Ms. Birch here and for the museum... Or we could make things more fun."

The fox stepped back and brought her hands from behind her back: a leather collar and lead dangled in the air.

"You be our pet for the day," she said, words like honey, "and we'll all forget this ever happened."

The human hesitated for a moment, his stomach flipping as the leather twisted lazily in front of him.

"O-okay," he sighed. The two anthros smiled, Pat's boots clicking on the floor as she walked around behind him.

"Good, that's what I was hoping," Jen said, leaning in and slipping the collar around his neck. She cooed when he grunted, the leather a little tight.

"Remember what I said," she whispered to him; Patricia cut the zip-ties. "You behave, and this might go smooth..."

Daniel pulled his hands from the chair with a sigh of relief, rubbing them as the fox drew back.

"T-thank you," he said, turning partway around to Patricia; she raised an eyebrow. "That was really uncomfortable, so, uh thank-"

"C'mere," she growled, yanking on the leash. Daniel tumbled out of the chair, barely getting his feet under him in time. Patricia had passed the leash between her legs, and he found himself looking up at the tight, navy fabric of her pants.

"Show me your appreciation," she said, and pulled on the leash once more. "Kiss my ass."

Daniel's face was pressed deep into the dark blue fabric, the shepherdess' tight hold on the leash forcing him against the backs of her thighs. She growled at his muffled noise of surprise, and snarled when he laid hands on her soft cheeks.

"Hey! Did I tell you you could touch?" she asked, swatting him away.

The muted 'no' made Jen chuckle; Daniel's shaking head made Patricia shudder.

"Good," she said, reaffirming her grip. She pulled his face deeper as she leaned over a table, wiggling her rear against him. "Now kiss it."

Daniel hesitated, but one more tug at the leash and he pressed his lips to the well-worn fabric. It was soft, like the generous curves it covered. Patricia tugged gently on the leash, coaxing a few more pecks out of him.

"Come on, pet, worship!" she said. "Show me your appreciation!"

Daniel groaned and pressed in harder, hoping the pressure would satisfy the shepherdess. The way she shifted against his face suggested it did not. The human managed to take a shallow breath of sweat-scented air; Patricia growled when she heard his gasp.

"You don't breathe until I say you can!" she yelled, tugging his leash harder and wiggling against his face with vigor. "I'm still not feeling that appreciation!"

Jennifer laughed; watching the human struggle was amusing enough, but she couldn't tell if Patricia's anger was an act or not. One thing was for sure: she was getting more pleasure out of it than the shepherdess was.

Jen decided to change that.

"Patricia, it might not be his fault," the fox said, her words once again honeyed. The shepherdess growled, stiffening slightly when the fox held her shoulders. "He doesn't have much leverage down there -- let me help."

Daniel squeaked when something warm pressed against the back of his head; Jen cooed, grinding against him as her hands trailed down the shepherdess' back.

"The leash doesn't really push him in there."

She grabbed the dog's hips and pressed against the human's head, pushing his face deeper into Patricia's pants.

"This will."

Jennifer squeezed the human's head between her groin and Pat's rear, grinding herself against him. Daniel's grunts were swallowed by his soft surroundings, and it wasn't long before he wanted to push at Patricia's rear to try and escape. Before long, though, he submitted himself to the anthros' now-synchronous swaying of hips.

"That better, Patricia?" Jennifer asked, feeling the shepherdess push back against the human's head. The shepherdess grunted, seemingly reluctant to answer.

"A little," she said, pushing back especially hard. "Keep kissing, human!"

A small grunt let them know he'd heard them, but Patricia still wasn't feeling anything on her butt. She growled, pulling the leash harder if only to hear the human squeal a little.

"Maybe he needs air," Jennifer said.

"He gets it when he's earned it."

"Well, how can he earn it if he's passed out?"

The shepherdess sighed.

"Fine. Try just squeezing him for a second."

Daniel couldn't make out what the two were saying, but he knew something was up when their rocking stopped. He managed to draw a shallow, musky breath before Jennifer pressed hard against him, driving his nose into the navy fabric so hard it hurt. Holding his breath and holding in his whimpers made his hands shake as they held him there. Eventually, he sucked in another thin breath from the shepherdess' pants, the sweaty smell seeming to coat his mouth.

"Little prick's getting air somehow," Pat grumbled after a minute or so, "no way he could hold his breath that long..."

"I think I know what the problem is," Jen said, pulling away. Daniel was relieved, taking a huge breath of relatively clean air -- but Patricia was not, yanking him back into her ass with a slight bark.

"What're you doing?" she asked the fox. Jennifer didn't answer, hesitating for a second before making her move.

Somewhat to her surprise, the ATF agent didn't stop her from undoing her bulky duty belt.

"I think he needs to be closer to your ass to properly worship it," the fox said, pulling the shepherdess' pants down. Patricia hummed, yanking the gasping Daniel back into place. His nose slid deeper between her soft, furry cheeks than ever before. It was much more comfortable, though he would never admit it.

"Get to kissing," Pat rumbled. Daniel complied, but spluttered after his first attempt. The cream-colored fur of the shepherdess' ass was soft, but the texture was odd on his lips. The taste of sweat was no longer masked by any fabric, her panties either too thin or too filled with her essence.

"Have a problem with my ass, prick?" Patricia growled, tugging on the leash again. "I thought you wanted to say 'thank you?'"

Daniel pursed his lips, trying again. Jennifer watched in amusement; Patricia was shaking at every little move of the human's head, doing her best not to let him know. The fox walked off while the shepherdess continued berating the human, barely keeping her tone even. The ATF agent was so lost in the sensations that she barely noticed the fox returning with a chair.

"What're you doing?" she asked again, looking over her shoulder. Jen gave her a foxy grin, sitting down.

"Helping," was her one word reply. Both Daniel and Patricia made noises of surprise as the fox jammed her foot-paw on the back of Daniel's head, pressing his face even deeper into Patricia's posterior. Jen chuckled as the shepherdess shuddered, Daniel's struggling attempts to get comfortable disguising it. She flexed her dull claws, getting a firm grip on his hair before pressing in a rhythm. Patricia soon pressed back against it, and Daniel had no choice but to go along with it. He could feel his face getting driven deeper each time, the shepherdess' creamy cheeks swallowing more of his head with each pass.

"Now, isn't that better?" Jen asked, chuckling when she made Daniel nod. Patricia tried to pass off her shuddering gasp as a laugh, but the fox's ears perked up. She pulled Daniel back from the officer's rear, savoring his gasping breath.

"Good work, human," she said, stroking his head gently with her paw, "but I think you should really show Ms. Birch how you feel."

She shoved him in again, dragging his head up and down the shepherdess' crack.

"Lick," she said. "Lick her ass."

The human barely hesitated, those dull claws digging into his scalp. The sensation of Patricia's fine fur and panties on his tongue was nearly drowned out by the taste of her, salty and musky. It was a thousand times more powerful than when he was merely kissing her, and it only got stronger the deeper his tongue probed. Patricia could feel his tip delving further in, and let out a soft moan despite herself. Jennifer chuckled, feeling her push back against the human's head as he continued to coat her depths in saliva.

"You enjoying that, Ms. Birch?"

"Yes," the shepherdess replied, keeping her tone even. "E-excellent idea..."

Jennifer hummed, squeezing her paw in the human's hair. She put on a little more pressure, forcing Daniel deeper. She could make out little wheezes of breath at the top of his nods. Patricia could feel them too, but it delighted her all the more. She sat there for a while, rocking in time with his movements before she built up the nerve to make her next demand.

"Alright, human," she said, pausing in place. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling it back and feeling an exhilarating exhale fill her crack. Daniel could barely see the gray panties move aside before she pushed him back in, guiding his face until his lips pressed up against a slight divot.

"Lick me nice and deep..."

Daniel could feel her pucker quiver against his mouth; he hesitated only a moment before parting his lips and licking at it. The taste of sweat was stronger than ever, no longer hidden by the sensation of thin fur. He could feel every wrinkle and ridge, circling Patricia's hole with the tip of his tongue. The shepherdess' grip on his hair tightened; Jennifer's did too, changing her rocking of his head to a push-pull motion.

Slowly, Patricia let out a low groan as Daniel's tongue slipped inside her. Her walls gripped him tight, and Jennifer's foot-bobbing kept his face firmly planted between her round cheeks. The human didn't seem to mind much, Jennifer noticed. His hands were cupping the shepherdess' cheeks now -- and Patricia didn't seem to mind either.

Daniel's tongue was almost fully engulfed when Jennifer pulled her foot back and called the shepherdess' name.

"Patricia, I think he's enjoying it."

The ATF agent didn't respond at first, contracting around the human's tongue for one last bit of flickering pleasure. The human himself hardly heard the fox's words, but it was clear something was wrong when Pat shoved him back from her soft cheeks.

"Is that -- so?" the shepherdess managed. She looked down, spotting the growing bulge in his boxers. Daniel squeaked when he noticed it too. Before he could explain himself, Patricia had him up on the cold table, flat on his back.

"You like being our pet, human?" she asked, looming over him.

"Why not?" Jennifer said, walking around to the side. "Why shouldn't he love serving his superiors?"

"Because it's about our pleasure," the shepherdess replied, before snarling down at the human: "...ours, not yours!"

"Our pleasure, you say?" Jennifer repeated. Patricia took the pointed look with a grunt, and stepped back. Daniel gasped with relief.

"Oh, be sure to to get your breath now," the fox said, trailing a claw along his chest. "You'll be begging for it soon..."

The human shivered, jolting as the claw ran over his trapped member. The fox hummed, hooking a finger in his waistband and pulling it away.

"My, my," Jen cooed, watching him spring free. Her purple eyes locked with his, a devious smile on her muzzle. "I'm going to enjoy this..."

Daniel stared with apprehension, unsure if he was scared or aroused. His legs flexed when the fox ran her nose along his length, whiskers tickling him. She pinned his knees down with firm hands, sniffing at his pubes. Patricia growled above him as he began to groan, still twitching as the fox worked tortuously slow. He hardly realized the shepherdess was pinning his hands above his head until she shifted onto them.

"Shut the fuck up," she said, packing her wet panties into his mouth. Daniel didn't stop, though her scent-soaked undergarments muffled his moans. The shepherdess looked down at him in disgust, rocking herself on his hands.

"Let me guess, you liked that too?" she asked.

Daniel shook his head, but Patricia didn't buy it.

"Don't lie, pervert. You like having my panties in your mouth, don't you?"

Daniel shook his head again, about to make a muffled plea when he squealed. Jennifer chuckled, pressing another gentle kiss to his throbbing head down below. The human shook again, the sensation electric. He could hardly taste Patricia's panties anymore as Jennifer continued to tease him, her kisses growing slightly more deep with each pass. The little breaths she blew on his nethers sent him shivering, making him suck on the panties with each gasp.

Each time he neared orgasm, the fox would back off and rub his thighs. She cooed at him, telling him to hold on, that he was so big, that she'd let him come... eventually. She added a new sensation for him to suffer through each time she resumed. The kisses would drift down his shaft, her tongue would wrap around his length -- she would take him into her mouth, sucking on him gently.

Jennifer almost filled her muzzle with his length when she sighed, pulling away with a slight pop. Daniel's groan was music to her ears, and Patricia eyed her curiously as she shifted around on her knees. The devious smile returned to the vixen's face as she held up her lacy undergarments, a damp spot gracing the front.

"See if he doesn't like these, too," she purred, tossing them to the shepherdess. "I want him to smell how happy he's making me when he comes."

Daniel barely registered the fox's words before Patricia shoved the second pair of panties into his face, wrapping them around his head. He let out a muffled moan when she mounted his face as well, grinding the new scent into his nose.

"Smell it," she snarled, feeling her slit envelop his nose. "Take it in."

The human didn't need encouragement, taking every scent-laden breath he could as the shepherdess rode his face. Her bitter, sweaty aroma had a new sweetness to it, Jennifer's panties soaking his nose. He didn't have long to contemplate it before he felt the fox straddle his hips, furry thighs coming down on his hips. Jennifer smiled; his breaths were shallow and fast, each one sending more scent to his brain.

"Let's see how long you last with the real thing," the vixen purred. His response was lost in Patricia's grinding hips, but Jennifer could feel him twitching as she guided his dick to her folds. He was already pulsing when his head slipped in, a drawn out, muffled moan coming from beneath the shepherdess. Jennifer sighed, dropping her weight down and taking his whole length.

"Not long at all, it seems," she said. The desperate nudges of his hips on hers were pleasing, as was the warm flood of cum, but the fox wasn't satisfied. She leaned forward, digging her nails into his chest as she began to bounce on his hips. Daniel groaned as she pounded in time with his aftershocks. Her walls squeezed around him, pulling the last thin spurts of seed from him. She didn't stop, even when the his dick pulsed dryly.

The human twinged beneath the fox as her claws dug into his ribs, holding him in place as she rode harder. Patricia snorted, feeling him pant heavier into her pussy; she didn't change her grinding on his face, letting him strain for air. She watched Jennifer bounce harder and harder, eyes shut tight, ears pulled back as her jaw went slack. The shepherdess closed her eyes as well, focusing on the way the human's nose slid along her slit.

It probably wasn't as good as his dick, but she'd leave that for the fox. He hadn't earned her pussy yet.

Jennifer's moans echoed throughout the little room when she finally came. Daniel could barely feel her claws anymore, focused instead on the crushing grip of her thighs. Patricia watched her rock on his cock, riding out the last shudders as her excitement coated his hips. The fox pulled herself off with a deep sigh, her legs a little wobbly when she slid off the table. She smiled up at the shepherdess, not hiding her lustful bliss.

"What -- do you we do suggest now, Ms. Birch?" the fox asked, slightly winded. The shepherdess grunted, getting off the human's face and ripping the panties from his gasping mouth.

"I say we remind this little bitch of his place," she said. "Don't want him thinking he's special just because we let him cum."

Jennifer nodded, stepping aside as Patricia settled herself on the table and shoved Daniel to the floor. The human hardly had the breath to yelp as he tumbled, landing awkwardly on his feet. He forgot about the leash, attempting to run before getting a choking reminder.

"See?" Patricia growled, tugging the leash as Jennifer joined her on the edge of the table.

"We did just --"

"I-it's because you're mean!"

The anthros looked down at the human in surprise, eyes wide and ears pricked.

"I've done what you wanted, but you called me a bitch!" he said, "It's mean, and un--"

Patricia expertly yanked on his leash, silencing his words with a huge, dirty foot-paw.

"Shut the fuck up," she growled, squeezing his face with her digits. Daniel whimpered, feeling his nose slip between her toe-pads. The shepherdess smiled, grinding her foot against him.

"Bitch."

Daniel gripped her foot, trying fruitlessly to pull it off. Patricia chuckled.

"Go ahead," she said, pinching his nose shut and shoving her pawpad firmly against his mouth. "Try and escape now, bitch."

The human lasted less than a minute before his pulling turned to pleading. The shepherdess ignored his muffled cries and frantic taps longer than that. When her grip on the lead slackened and her toes unpinched from his nose, the musky Frito-smell of the shepherdess' paws filled Daniel's head. Patricia's foot flexed as he exhaled against it, a low rumble escaping her throat.

"Want to try that again?" she asked, laughing at his attempt to shake his head. "Why not? It was fun for me!"

Daniel shivered when a second foot-paw gripped his hair; the gentle touch told him it was Jennifer.

"If you really don't want that to happen again, human," the fox hummed, petting his head, "then you've got to listen to Ms. Birch. Remember, you're our pet."

Jennifer's claws dug into his scalp as she scratched him, pulling his face in and out of Patricia's paw.

"Good pets don't talk back. They listen to their owners, and they don't complain."

Patricia's paw slipped down as Jennifer's tipped his head back, making him look up at them. A slight grin graced Jennifer's muzzle, while Patricia wore a sneer.

"And you want to be a good pet for us, don't you?"

Daniel nodded reluctantly at the vixen's words, rubbing his face against the slightly rough pawpads that encased him. He could see their smiles grow larger before Patricia shoved her paw back in place, rubbing until his nose slipped back between her digits.

"Then sniff, bitch."

He groaned, but did as she asked. The shepherdess growled, her dull claws digging into his forehead as he took in the ripe smell of sweat and fur.

"No complaining," she said, squeezing his nose just a little. Daniel's breaths whistled as he continued to inhale her smell.

"Patricia, relax," Jennifer said, rubbing her foot over his scalp. "I think he's learned his place."

"They never do," Patricia growled, gripping his face harder. "They always pretend, doing whatever they have to in order to convince you that they have."

Daniel whimpered. He grabbed her paw and nuzzled into it, attempting to show he wouldn't try anything. The shepherdess didn't seem impressed, squeezing his face tighter.

"How will he prove it to us, then?" Jennifer asked. Patricia sighed, loosening her grip on the leash before shoving Daniel's face back.

"He worships us," she said, looking down at the spluttering human. "You hear that, bitch? You're gonna worship us!"

Daniel blinked up at her, mouth half open as he tried to form a response. He settled for a nod.

"Smell her foot next," the shepherdess said, pointing to the fox. "And be gentle! Show her you mean it!"

He quickly nodded again, gingerly taking the vixen's foot-paw from atop his head and pulling it to his face. Jennifer cooed as he nuzzled into her pads, his skin soft against her soles. She watched in satisfaction as he poked his nose between her toes and pressed further into her foot.

"See?" she said to Patricia, stifling a shudder as the little breaths started. "You don't have to force it. He knows where he belongs."

The shepherdess grunted, watching the fox's toes curl against his face. Daniel didn't stop his sniffing, taking in her scent. It was just a little different from Patricia's, a hint of sweetness atop the musky undertones, perhaps from fabric cleaner. The main difference was in size, the fox's paw barely covering his face.

They were softer, too.

When the vixen asked him to kiss her pad, he did it without complaint. It tasted bitter and salty, like sweat and something else. Daniel pressed his lips to her anyway, peppering her paw with kisses. Jennifer chuckled, her tail flicking as his grip tightened and his head rolled just a little. She knew he didn't realize it.

"Now do Ms. Birch's."

Daniel let the foxy paw slip away with some reluctance, blinking up at the shepherdess once more. She gave him another sneer before firmly planting her paw in his face.

"Be thorough," Patricia said, pulling at his leash. The human sputtered a little before his nose found its place between her toe-pads. She pinched it, lifting her heel to give him one last breath before she pressed her rough pad to his lips. The shepherdess' paw tasted like Jennifer's, the sweat slightly stronger. She forced the human to give her long kisses; she didn't allow him to pull back for little pecks, keeping him against her paw between breaths.

"Lick," Patricia commanded, feeling him gasp against her foot once more. The way he cringed made her chuckle.

"That's right," she said, grinding her pad into his lapping tongue. "Lick it all, even the fur."

Her fur had the same bitter taste of sweat from when he'd kissed her. It coated Daniel's tongue, seeming to seep into his tastebuds as they scraped over the shepherdess' black sandpaper. The only consolation was that he could breathe.

"Pull him up," Jennifer said, "I want to tease him some more."

The shepherdess yanked on the leash, making the human kneel up high. His erection stood at attention; Jennifer smiled. Daniel gasped when her paws brushed against his shaft, the strokes of her pads and fur gentle.

"Hold it in," she said, taking him between her toes. "We're going to work on that stamina of yours..."

The human could only whine in response. The sound grew more pitiful as Jennifer began to stroke him harder, her other paw cupping his twitching head, squeezing it between her pads. His panting breaths made Patricia's skin tingle, the sensation snaking up her leg -- but the moaning and groaning she could do without. She grunted, slipping her free foot-paw beneath the first. Daniel spluttered when her huge toe-bean filled his mouth, pressing down on his tongue as it wiggled it's way in.

"Shut up and suck on this," Patricia said.

Despite herself, the shepherdess shuddered as the human's lips firmed up at the base of her digit. He sucked on her between desperate gasps, his legs starting to wobble. Jennifer slowed her ministrations, but Daniel was still shuddering at the gentle brush of her fur.

"Keep going," Patricia growled, rubbing her toe-pad against his soft tongue. "You cum when we say, not before."

The human let out another muffled groan. He gripped her paws tight, digging tiny circles into her toe with his tongue. The shepherdess had to admire his effort. But he still froze up when Jennifer clamped her paws around his length.

"Focus," the shepherdess said, digging her dull claw into his tongue -- but the human's hips were already twitching, gliding along Jennifer's smooth pads. The fox tried clamping down, but all the precum let him jerk the mere centimeters he needed. Daniel hummed as he came between her paws, not caring that Patricia was crushing his nose. Jennifer let out a sigh of disappointment as she pulled her sticky feet away, letting his member fall limp.

"This may take a while..." she mused. Patricia growled, grinding her toe into his tongue and her paw into his face; Daniel reacted a little now, sounds of pain making their way out from around her toe. Jennifer quickly told her to stop, knocking the shepherdess' legs away.

"He's not listening!" Patricia said. She eyed him with contempt.

"We've only just started," the fox replied. She looked down at him, disappointment on her face. But in her eyes was a hint of pleasure.

"It's barely 10," she said, looking to the shepherdess. "There's plenty of time to... break him in. You have lots of experience encouraging people to obey, right Ms. Birch?"

Patricia almost smiled.

"Just a little."

Daniel soon lost track of time, all the act they had him perform passing by in a blur. Each experience was as thrilling as it was degrading, but it wasn't long before he was overstimulated. His body could only take so many teasing sensations, his mind only so many floods of pleasure before he was exhausted. Daniel was spent much faster than the two anthros; his stamina did need work. It likely didn't help that they took lunch breaks on his face, making him lap up drinks from between their thighs. The two anthros still ended up somewhat disheveled, but not nearly as much as their pet human. Daniel's body was slick with sweat, both his and theirs. His face, hands, and groin were covered in anthro-cum, and their scents were ingrained into his mind.

Jennifer was sitting on his face, bouncing gently on his tongue when an announcement rang out over the speakers.

"Hello, museum patrons! The New Apple Museum will be closing in about 15 minutes. Please make your way to the exit at this time. Thank you!"

The words cut through the human's haze, giving him a second wind -- though it was probably his eleventh at this point. He pushed at the fox's cheeks with a gasp, freeing his tongue with a pop.

"I-I'm done!" he breathed. He squeaked as Patricia's grip tightened on his dick, her growl making him shiver.

Jennifer made a curious sound, shifting to look down at his reddened face.

"I'm done," he repeated, "they said the museum is closing. Y-you said that I had to be your pet for the day, and now it's over."

He panted as the two women looked down at him, Jennifer with amusement and Patricia with a scowl.

"L-let me go," he said, "I did what you wanted."

"Nice try, young man," the fox purred, reaching down and stroking his cheek, "But I didn't say 'work day.'"

"But you said you'd spend the entire day on me with paperwork, s-so you meant --"

His words ended in a loud squeak that echoed around the small room; Patricia chuckled, her grip on his balls tightening further.

"Shut up, bitch," she said, "We should keep you longer just for that."

"That is a nice idea..." Jennifer mused, looking down at the squirming human. His cheeks puffed out even as Patricia's squeezing subsided. It was one of her favorite ways to silence his moans. His hands shook, the urge to cover his tender testes overwhelming.

But he knew doing so would result in a far worse punishment.

"Ms. Birch, how much money do you earn in a day?" the fox asked, playing idly with the leash.

"A few hundred dollars," the shepherdess grunted, raising an eyebrow.

"Hmm. I make a little more," Jennifer hummed, fixing Daniel's hair. "And I'm sure he doesn't make all that much."

"Actually, I--"

The fox pressed a finger to his lips.

"The point is, we lost both time and money dealing with you, human. It's only fair you work off what you owe."

Daniel's blood chilled, fully aware now of the glint in her purple eyes.

"B-but I did! I served you all day!" he said.

"That was for keeping quiet," Patricia growled, looming over him. "Remember, you're a criminal, perp."

"Don't worry," Jennifer cooed, running her fingers along his jaw. "I've got an idea for another deal..."

Daniel gulped, at the mercy of her mischievous gaze. She leaned in, clamping her hands on his shoulders.

"You work for us as our 'personal assistant.' You'll be at my beck and call all morning, and then at Ms. Birch's in the afternoon."

The shepherdess grunted, apparently in agreement. Daniel watched her ears lay back as he responded, timid and shaky.

"...F-for how long?"

"Until you earn back what you cost us," the fox said, dragging her claws along his shoulders, making him shudder. "...which will be a while, at minimum wage."

The prospect of it all sent Daniel's head spinning, his eyes darting between them.

"A-a-and what if I say no?" he asked, "w-what if I run?"

"I'll arrest you for waving a gun around a museum." Patricia growled, crowding into his vision. "You'll get thrown in jail -- and you can be sure your cellmates will be worse than us."

The human squirmed, though neither of the anthros touched him. He shut his eyes tight, hyperventilating. He could escape. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be legal. There had to be a way out, out of worshiping them every day. Worshiping their sweaty, curvy, furry bodies. Smelling their paws, licking their nethers, trying to resist their torturous treatment of his --

"Say 'yes,'" Jen whispered, her lips on his ear.

Daniel froze, his breath hitching as his eyes shot open.

"You know you want to."

His heart pumped in his ears as he stared at them, eyes purple and brown.

"...yes."

Slowly, both muzzles curled up in grins, sadistic and mischievous. The anthros' laughter filled the room as they pulled away, the fox's devolving into a gekker.

Daniel groaned.

At least it'd only be one of them at a time.

...Probably.