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The Bountiful Bounty

By Danath

Characters © Rory

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Rory's thin black lips pulled into a slight sneer as he looked up at the sign advertising the club. It wasn't really his type of place - lots of red and pink colors, dark lights, suggestive fonts. Not the kind of club he'd go to for some fun. Of course, it didn't stand out much from the other clubs and bars lining this particular section of the spaceport, but instead of featuring screens showing tits and ass, the screen showed cock and ass. Still, it was the best tip the canine had to go on.

Rory was a bounty hunter. Though a tidy five-foot-four, he was tight, muscular, and fit. He always made sure his brown hair was rough and wild, that "just rolled out of the bunk behind the cockpit" look. The canine had a two-tone fur pattern - white down the neck, chest, belly, and thighs, with a layer of lighter brown fur and some darker colorings around his arms, sides, and shoulders - which he kept pristine and glossy. There wasn't a lot else to do to occupy the time on the long trips between stations in his small ship. Pride could only do so much against blaster fire, though, so he wore a modern armor suit. It was mostly dark red around the belly and hips, black around the legs, and white towards the upper shoulders, though the armor featured angular designs that contoured to the shape of his athletic, lean figure.The suit wrapped all the way down his legs and around his digitigrade feet. Bright yellow banding sealed the suit around his wrists, feet, and neck, and featured additional straps of the same color over the shoulders for hooking on equipment.

The canine nodded at the bouncer who waved him in after he swiped his ID tag to pay the cover charge in credits. He walked through a short entrance hallway and his eyes widened as he looked around the club. Like most of the buildings, it was rectangular and taller than it was wide or long - it was easy to build upwards in space thanks to the gravity regulators. The bar on the first floor was built against one wall with booths against the other. The walls were, like the signs outside, painted a light rose shade of red, while the benches and tables were all a darker red. What really surprised him, though, was the appearance of the waiters. They were all slender twinks - at least up top - from the petite raccoon attending the bar in just a tiny black bikini and matching bowtie to the topless otter with a tray of drinks and a frilly white and black maid's skirt around his hips. A rabbit leaned over a table, leaving little to the imagination in the way his tight, sleeveless vest-like top clung to his shoulders and belly, while the g-string thong tugged up under his tail and disappeared in between his prodigious rump cheeks.

That was the thing - every single one of the servers and bartenders were lithe and slender up top, frail arms and narrow necks and all - but down below, it was a wholly different story. To say the waiters were thick was to undersell the concept of thickness. Huge, plump bubble-rumps swung around, bouncing off each other, the patrons, the furniture, in a constant barrage of ass and thighs. Though they varied in size, the biggest had hips and thighs almost twice the width of his shoulders. There was no standard uniform - a wide-hipped deer in a pair of bright orange stretchy booty shorts and loose t-shirt, a rabbit in a strained g-string and indistinguishable top (he was one of the waiters currently operating under the table), and even an extra thick skunk with one of the biggest tails Rory ever saw working as a bartender. The big-hipped mustelid wore a variety of leather straps rather than actual clothes. One squeezed into his soft, plush chest fur; another hung loose down his belly, but was cinched tight enough to prevent it sliding down his wide, flaring hips; plus more around his wrists and legs and arms. Every belt featured at least one metal ring of some sort. Rory's eyes flicked to the menu, where "Leashes" was indeed a listed item.

A pale red fox about half a foot taller than Rory approached. The canine was immediately wary - his target was, after all, a fox. But this one didn't match the rumors at all and seemed harmless, considering the context. The vulpine wore a tight polyfabric shirt that constantly changed colors, fading from one bright and playful hue into the next. The size of the garment highlighted the smoothness of the red fox's flat, washboard, white-furred belly and fit pecs. Below, a bulging bikini bottom struggled to contain what was clearly a good-sized package, though the heavy-duty fabric managed to keep the swinging meat mostly in place. It was about the size of both of Rory's paws clasped together and bounced off the fox's thighs as the male sauntered over, one foot gliding in front of the other to emphasize his curvy hips.

"Welcome to the Red Quasar! I'll be your server tonight, handsome," the fox said."Right this way and I'll show you to your booth! Mind the tails on the way."

"The tails?" Rory asked.

He almost stumbled over a long, tufted lion tail swinging along the walkway between the bar stools and the booths. The solo patron in the booth, a muscular and large beige and white equine, hand both palms spread on the table to either side of his untouched drink. There was a look of dreamy, abject pleasure on his face as he stared into the middle distance, only occasionally licking his lips or shifting his hips. The lion's hips were wide enough to not be able to completely fit beneath the table, and Rory pulled his eyes away from the awesome golden globes so as not to stare. He wasn't necessarily into guys, but the athletic playboy bounty hunter did whatever it took to finish a job. And as if he'd ever turn down a blowjob, and a good one at that, based on the stallion's expression.

The fox led him to the furthest booth in the corner. Once Rory slid into the seat, his eyes widened. The fox was close - very close. The vulpine's soft, pale red fur splayed across the canine's armored suit. Red fingers extended, delicately sliding a menu across the table in front of the canine. The vulpine's other paw, however, was far from the table, and Rory's eyes closed as he felt a sensuous, exploring tease along his inner thigh.

"I just love taking care of handsome spacers like you," the fox said, giggling. "You're so buff! Are you in the military?"

Rory swallowed hard as the fox's claws teased closer to his groin. Despite himself, his armor was filling rapidly.

"No, I'm a bounty hunter," he said, flashing a grin.

"Wow! Really? That's so dangerous!"

"Nah, it's not a big deal." The canine smirked and leaned back. He wasn't exactly into guys, but it was nice getting attention, and the fox was certainly cute enough.

"So are you like... on the job right now?" the fox asked, dropping his voice to a near whisper. He leaned in even closer like he was hearing a conspiracy theory straight from the source.

"Hah... well, they say a bounty hunter is always on the job, but yeah, I'm after someone at the moment. A fox like you, actually."

The server actually looked alarmed for a moment, but Rory raised his paws. "Not you! Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya."

The fox relaxed and leaned back in. "No, I was just startled. We don't get many bounty hunters out here, after all. You must be after someone really dangerous!"

Rory shivered and his tail tip twitched as he tried not to react to the fox's paw, which returned with a vengeance after the temporary interruption. There wasn't a whole lot of sensation transferred through the suit, but just the pressure and warmth of the fox's lean body made his heart race and his hips tighten. The canine licked his lips as he pretend to study the menu while the fox's palm wrapped over the bulge in his armor at the base of his belly.

"How long was the trip out here?"

"A couple of weeks."

"Oh, you poor thing! You must be exhausted!"

A firm grope.

"Ah, it's alright, really. I have my own ship, so it wasn't too bad."

"Oh, that's exciting! Your own ship! What's it called?"

"The Golden Boy. It's a little embarrassing, but hey, a bounty hunter has to self-promote, right? By the way, how about starting me off with a tall draft? Whatever you have is fine."

Rory was proud of himself. Despite the raging erection under his armor, he was saying all the right things to the fawning fox. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all, he thought, as he watched his waiter stand up, turn around, and saunter off, showing just how little of his thick backside the black bikini bottom covered.

The canine huffed and tried to adjust himself under the table, then looked around. Time to stop getting distracted and get to work. The tip he received was that the target of the bounty was frequently at the Red Quasar. That was all the info Rory had to work on, and it took him a month just to find the backwater space station housing the place. After finally getting here, he was a little disappointed - the whole station was just a sprawling, off-the-books red light district for the hundreds of thousands of miners at work in the system. A place for the boys to cool off after a few weeks in their equipment on the asteroids in the nearby belt.

He did stand out amongst the patrons, he realized. Most were far more rugged and wore well-used work clothes, whereas Rory's custom-molded armor still shone under the dim lights of the Red Quasar. There were no other foxes in the bar except for the waiter, but after the vulpine fondled him under the table within minutes of him entering, he was sure it wasn't him. Besides, the fox in the tip wasn't mentioned as a waiter.

Speaking of the waiter, he returned after a few minutes with a large glass stein full of pale amber booze. It didn't smell too bad and tasted surprisingly good as he quaffed a muzzleful. Until he felt a paw return to splay across his belly before diving down between his legs again. He coughed, spluttering, as a pointy muzzle nudged his cheek.

"Is there anything else on the menu you'd like?" the fox said, his voice practically oozing with promises of a good time, while his paw flipped the menu over, revealing it was actually a flexible screen. On the display, an image of the fox - his own waiter - popped up, showing him looking at the camera with a smile as he held his legs up, exposing his plump, furry white rumpcheeks and hole. It faded into another picture, this one of the fox on his hands and knees, backside arched and tail lifted, a wanton look on his pouting muzzle. Along the bottom, text with various rates scrolled along for both individual acts and per hour. The pictures kept coming as the paw gave some generous squeezes along the outside of his kinetic armor, but Rory tried to stay impassive.

"How about I pay you for something other than... uh... that," the prettyboy bounty hunter said.

The fox shrugged and shifted around into the seat on the other side of the bench.

"So you're just after information? Too bad, you're cute," the fox said. He lifted the stein and took a healthy drink, then let out a satisfied gasp.

"Help yourself," Rory said, his voice wry. "Yeah, I'm looking for information."

"About the fox? Not me, a different one?"

"Yeah, have any come through here over the last few months?"

"Well, all sorts of people come through here," the fox said, putting special emphasis on one word in particular. He rested his chin on his fingers and grinned as, beneath he table, his paw pressed against the bulge in the canine's armor.

"That's not what I mean."

"I know, but it's more fun if you did."

"So?"

The fox took another deep drink.

"Unfortunately, I haven't had the pleasure of being of service to any big," the fox said, applying a bit more pressure with each word, "strong, handsome foxes, but I am working on getting into the pants of a very cute dog I know."

Rory couldn't stop his tongue hanging out as he panted, an involuntary reaction to the stimulation happening under the table. It felt like his armor wasn't even there as the fox's paw pads spread around his cock bulge.

"Was there anything else you wanted to know?" the fox asked after a few moments.

"Huh? Uh, no! No, sorry. Listen, here's my contact information. If you see any foxes, just let me know, alright? Keep it on the down low and there'll be extra in it for you."

Along with the business card, there was another card. The fox held it up and looked at Rory questioningly.

"A tip. For the good service now and hopefully good service in the future. There'll be even more if you help me out."

The fox grinned from ear to ear and both cards disappeared into the bikini bottom quick enough Rory couldn't see it happen.

"You got it, stud. In the meantime, can I count on being able to earn that tip the traditional way?"

"What's the traditional wa- oh."

"Follow me."

Rory didn't need any further convincing. The thick-hipped fox may not have been the one he was searching the galaxy to find, but a fox he certainly wasn't going to turn away. His nostrils twitched, picking up the faint scent the fox left behind - it dispersed quickly in the generally haze and mix of smells in the bar. The dog's suit flexed around his hips as he stood and followed the fox through the door, then down a dark, wide hallway lined with solid metal sliding pocket doors. He could pick up muffled noises from within, but was distracted by the whoosh of another door opening. His eyes tracked the fox's tail as it slipped inside and he eagerly trotted in after.

He'd barely got himself through before the fox closed the door and slid in front of him, timing it all so that his shoulders hit the metal just as the slender fox's torso squeezed up against him. Though taller, the fox was leaning over and nuzzling along the bounty hunter's neck.

Rory gasped. His hips shifted and his paws lifted upwards, automatically grasping around his upper sides before sliding his palms down along the fox's curves, taking his time before reaching the thick, plump rump stretching the bikini briefs. The canine's fingers dug in, eliciting a throaty moan from the vulpine femboy. Rory's eyes narrowed a bit, his arousal every bit as stiff as it could be within the form-fitting body armor.

The fox's head swept around, teasing at the armor where it covered the canine's neck before sliding down one of his arms.

"I'm Shelby, by the way," he said, lifting the dog's arm so he could nuzzle the outlines of the tense bicep. "Your card said your name is Rory?"

"Yeah," Rory huffed, speaking through clenched teeth as his paws trembled above the fox's slender shoulders. He could stare all the way down the vulpine backside to the base of the thick, wiggling tail, where his hips expanded into a plush and lush display of pleasing fox rump all nicely squeezed and packed in by the dark colored briefs. It was hard to focus on much of anything else, such were the appeal of the club worker's feminine curves.

Sharp little claws scraped teasingly across the armored chest and belly as the fox settled in on his knees in front of the canine. Shelby thrust his chest forward, muzzle planting eager kisses along the canine's sternum as the fox's belly warmed his bulge. Vulpine paws roamed the canine's hips and backside as a few eager whines filled the air.

Rory blinked and moved his focus to the fox's grinning, wanton face. The canine's lips spread into a grin, and he lifted a paw up to the side of his head. He tapped, and the seal along the front of the armor opened. It could self-seal later, no zipper or seam needed, and could open as far as necessary. In this case, the spacehound shrugged off the shoulders and let it peel itself away from his fur. Despite the tightness of the suit, internal temperature controls ensured his fur was in excellent condition, and it shone in the dim light of the backroom. Though only five-foot-four, Rory packed on quite a bit of beefiness and showed off by flexing his pecs for Shelby.

"Ooh, so buff!" the fox gasped, spreading his paws across the other male's belly. "Ooh, I can feel your abs!"

"Heh... anything else you feel down there?"

"Mmmhh... oh, yeah... mmmmhh... oh, Rory! Mmmfffhh!"

A pair of paws rested on the back of Shelby's head. Canine claws scritched along the fox's ears as the vulpine muzzle opened around the thick tip of the spacer's thick and meaty tool.

"Unf... yeah, like that," Rory crooned. "Oh, yeah... that's goooooood..."

Rory closed his eyes and huffed, nostrils flaring out before narrowing as he inhaled, vacuuming the scent of the fox deep into his nose. It was strong, far stronger than out in the busy bar area, and spicy. The canine's cock jerked five or six times, rapidly, releasing a flood of pre-cum, as his fingers clenched harder around the fox's head.

"Mffhhh... mff mfffmfff mfff!"

The canine's hips pumped forward. He couldn't help himself. The sweet, tight, silky heat enveloped his raging arousal. He didn't stop until he felt the fox's nose pushing into the base of his crotch, then let out a deep groan as he came. It was all instinct - once the fox's muzzle was on his dick, there was no stopping himself.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck, oh, fuck, I can't stop... fuuuuuckimgonnacuuummmmmmm!"

Claws scraped through his fur, dragging down his sides before paws wrapped around his hips and rumpcheeks. A surprisingly strong grip delivered a tremendous clench of fingers that dug into his muscular, toned glutes with enough force to make him jump to his toes. His cock, halfway through one throbbing, wet delivery of seed, immediately erupted with an overlapping load that forced Shelby's throat to bulge. Cum splattered onto the floor between the two as the fox's claws kept the canine deep, to the root, even after Rory lifted his paws from the back of Shelby's head.

"Ooooh, fuck! NNngggghhhhHHHH! Grrrrrrhhh... fuuuck... what the... fuck was... that..."

Rory sagged as the vulpine paws relaxed. His cock ached, already softening faster than ice cream in a steam bath. His balls felt completely, totally drained, like he'd never be able to cum again - and in the afterglow of such a tremendous orgasm, he wasn't so sure that was such a bad thing.

"Best blowjob ever, holy shit," Rory gasped.

"Thanks, stud," Shelby said. The fox produced a pair of towels and handed one to Rory before daintily dabbing at his lips with the other, cleaning up the little excess that actually managed to drip from his long and slender muzzle. "That was my fault - I thought you had a bit more stamina since you're a bounty hunter, so I didn't hold back too much."

Rory shuddered. No wonder he'd lasted only a few minutes. He felt a bit awkward leaving it at that and longingly looked at the fox's backside as Shelby headed for the door. There was no way he could cum again right now though. He felt like he'd need a week to recover after that. It was just so intense that he couldn't help groan a little at the aftershocks still making him quiver.

"Anyways, stud, do me a favor and wipe up after yourself, hmm? I've gotta go earn some tips! Nice to meet you! Bye!"

The door opened and then closed. Rory took a few more minutes to pant through his recovery. Putting the armor back on helped - it was designed to keep him at a constant, comfortable temperature and cleaned up his fur, whisking away foreign substances (apparently the program considered his own cum as such). The towel was nearly dripping by the time he was done wiping up - had he ever cum so hard before? The fox's slender belly and wide, plump hips drifted into his thoughts, and despite the lack of physical ability, his balls ached at the mere thought of such a round, plump rump jiggling and bouncing right in front of him...

Rory coughed suddenly. He realized he was spacing out and was drooling enough to make him choke.

"Okay, get with it, Rory. You had your fun... now it's back to work!"

Several weeks later, Rory was back at square one. He went all over the system, checking out every brothel, every back alley, every rundown slum, and every burnt-out spacewreck he could find looking for a clue, any clue, to his target's whereabouts. It was times like this he envied the old world bounty hunters, who only had to worry about finding people on just one planet, unlike today.

Leaning back in his small craft, he let the ship fly itself for a while as he waited for the FTL engines to charge. It wouldn't take long since his ship was small. It was originally built as a two-person deep exploration spacecraft, but Rory spent years retooling and tinkering on it to make it into a sleek, fast, and well-armed bounty hunter special. It could still sleep two people, but usually if he had a guest, they were tied up the entire time. Bounties could be hard to handle, for sure.

Rory sighed. He paid too much money for the tip and traveled too far to turn back now, even if he went three weeks without a single tug at the bait he set. Maybe the bounty wasn't really here and the fox was just too clever to be caught. That's what the oldheads at the bounty hunter station told him when he took on the job. After all, the fox he was chasing was infamous.

Cai was notorious. A little over six feet tall, the fox genetically modified his body to an extreme. According to rumors, he was monstrous in appearance, a real bruiser larger than anyone else and able to pack an extreme punch. Apparently he had some sort of mind control powers, which scared most bounty hunters off the case completely. The few brave or stupid enough to try anyways never reported back, which only escalated the rumors of how the fox led them to their doom. Cai supposedly had huge teeth that dripped with poison, a rock-hard body that even could reflect blaster fire, and was strong enough to lift many times his own weight with ease.

Rory didn't believe all the rumors, but rumors were based in fact of one kind or another, so the canine was going to take no chances in his hunt. He kept a low profile, asked benign questions to smokescreen his real intentions, and spent many hours simply lurking in bars pretending to be drunk while he listened in on conversations. He heard all sorts of juicy information, but not a single word about Cai.

Well, no matter. He'd find the fox one way or another. Rory was a hunting dog at heart and once he got a hint of his prey, he wouldn't stop - it was his reason for becoming a bounty hunter in the first place.

The last few weeks were useful in that he was quickly ruling out locations where the fox was spotted, but on the other hand, it meant long solo journeys with little to keep his paws occupied other than the fire control simulations, at which he was already more than proficient. He ended up thinking about the fox quite a bit. The ship's air purifier had to run at max to keep the amount of musk down when he got aroused thinking of the light red-furred male's curvy figure.

The ship computer buzzed, indicating he was getting a voice message.

"Hey, stud, remember me? From the Red Quasar? Well, guess what... my friend told me that last night, the biggest fox he ever saw came through. Again and again! Hee hee... anyways, he might be the fox you're looking for? I found out where he's going next, but if you wanna catch him, you'll have to come visit me once more. See you soon, stud!"

Rory didn't hesitate and neither did his arousal as the ship sped off through the darkness after a quick change of FTL coordinates.

The Red Quasar was about as busy as the first time Rory went. The canine stepped over a few tails on his way down the walkway between the bar and booths towards the fox sitting in the last booth in the corner.

"Hey, stud, glad you could make it."

Rory eased himself into the booth and slid a card loaded with credits across the table.

"Whether the tip is good or not, just wanted you to know I appreciate it," Rory said. "So, what'd you find out? Where's he headed?"

The fox grinned, revealing his sharp white teeth.

"What? Do you think I'm easy or something, fella? Does a girl have to spill it all right away? Not even a hint of foreplay?"

The card on the table vanished and the fox's face turned more serious.

"He came by because he said he wanted to relieve some stress before going off-grid. Something about too much heat in the system, like he was thinking of leaving entirely."

"That wouldn't be good. It was hard enough just to track him to this system, let alone to this bar."

"Well, from what my friend heard, he was stocking up for a long stay at Aquanecious Station. It's an abandoned mining rig on a planetoid with rings."

Rory's head dropped. There were dozens, maybe hundreds, of planetoids with rings in the asteroid-heavy system.

"But don't worry! I know how to get there! I can show you the way, then you can drop me back off here and go out to snag him whenever you want."

Rory shook his head automatically.

"No way am I bringing a civilian to a dangerous place like that."

"Oh, come on, bounty hunter! You can show me what a good time you have up there in your ship hunting down the bad guys..."

The fox's sultry voice drew Rory's attention, but the foot paw rubbing away between his thighs, same as before, made his jaw open and his tongue hang out.

"Look at you panting so bad," the fox said, his voice dropping lower and quieter. "Such a long time out there alone with nobody to properly satisfy your needs... wouldn't it be nice to have a little entertainment this time around?"

"Hnnhh..."

"And besides, it'll just be a few hours there and back - I'll just show you where it is, but you can handle the rest after you bring me back safe and sound."

"Hahhh... alright," Rory gasped. "I'll take you with, but-"

"Haha, alright!" the fox said, clapping his hands. He was out of the booth and pulling Rory to his feet within seconds. "Well, let's go!"

Somehow, as Rory got to his feet, his paws ended up around the fox's hips. His eyes widened as he felt his fingers sink into the plush, wide backside, dimpling the thick fabric of the bikini bottom, before he leaned forward and pressed his head against the fox's slender chest.

"Whoops, sorry, I'm just excited!"

"Ahh, no problem," Rory said. His fingers felt like they were stung - they tingled with the sensation of the passing squeeze of the fox's hips. He looked down, watching the fox's tail swinging above the wide, plump rump cheeks, as the tall vulpine led him out of the bar.

"Hey, Dezzy! I'm going on break! Be back later!"

"Have fun, you two!"

It wasn't so noticeable in the crowded, musky bar, but the vulpine's scent was very nice, Rory realized once more. It was a little different now - a bit more flowery, almost, but sharp and spicy as well. It was strong inside the cramped ship, which featured two seats up front, a small open space in the center with beds that folded out, and a head in the back, as well as access to the engine and other systems. Otherwise, everything was controlled at the helm in the front. Even with the air recycling on full, the strong vulpine scent remained in the air, constantly teasing Rory as he tried to focus on navigation and not the feminine, curvy male in the co-pilot's seat.

"Yeah, towards that asteroid there, the big round one... and then he said it was like they flew past a few more or something, and the base is near the outer rim."

Rory rolled his eyes. The odds of actually finding the mining station based on directions like these in the vastness of outer space was... well, it was miniscule, but the bounty hunter was enjoying having a passenger who wasn't trying to kill him to escape for a change.

"Okay, and then we go through the underside, and the base will be right ahead... oh... is that it there?"

Rory's jaw dropped. It was a mining base. He didn't ping it, not wanting to alert any security systems set up to his presence, so he wasn't sure which station ID it was, but how many could there be in this part of the field?

"Wow... it's really there."

"See? I told you!"

Rory eased the ship back and out of the rings, then locked the ship to a nearby asteroid and turned on the collision detection system in case any stray asteroid came their way.

The bounty hunter grinned as he turned his head towards the fox and produced another card loaded with credits. He could be generous - bagging the fox was worth hundreds of times what was on the card.

"Now, what else did you mention wanting to help me out with?" the dog asked as the fox made the card disappear.

A sly smile met the canine's words. Almost like a fluid, the fox's slender upper body and thicker backside oozed out of the seat and into the back of the ship. There was a clank as one of the folding beds fell into place, and Rory was out of his seat in moments on hearing the familiar noise.

Rory followed suit, standing up and turning around, but he paused at the entrance to the back room of the ship and, instead of producing an arousal under his suit, he leveled his blaster square at the fox's chest instead.

"R-Rory? What are you doing?" Shelby asked, eyes wide. "Why do you have a gun?"

Rory rolled his eyes. "Okay, now you're just teasing me. Drop the act, Shelby. Or should I say... Cai."

The fox's wide eyes returned to normal and his lips spread into a smile full of sharp white teeth. His shoulders straightened as he stopped cowering and stood casually in center of the back room. He shrugged, palms turned up and to his sides.

"Ah, you figured it out finally, huh?"

"There's no way you got those directions from a friend and they actually worked."

"Of course not. I thought you were just going to wait until after the blowjob."

Rory's jaw tightened.

"Move to the side."

The fox grinned even larger.

"No."

Rory paused. If this was really Cai, the rumors of a monstrous appearance were all wrong. Was it the only inaccurate rumor? Or was everything incorrect?

The fox stepped forward. Rory readjusted the aim on his blaster.

"Stop! Or I'll fire!"

"You'll just damage your own ship if you do."

"Stop!"

The canine's finger squeezed the trigger.

POW!

He fired a warning shot that sizzled off the metal floor, passing incredibly close to the fox's hips.

"Oh, oh, oh... you're a pretty good shot, but it looks like you're gonna spoil the surprise, you naughty puppy..."

The barrel of the blaster shook as Rory's eyes widened. The bikini bottom was sliced, cut by the closeness of the blaster shot, and peeled off the front and back of the fox's hips. As it did, it sizzled and sparked, burning out circuits and complicated nanomachines. The front bulged outwards suddenly; the outline of the fox's balls swelled to three, four, five times their size, matched the growth in length and girth of the shaft. The fabric seemed to shrink as Cai's package swelled.

"Ahhhhhh... mmmhhh! Oooh, those SpaceSaver Thongs are useful when I'm trying to keep my head down, but wow, are they stuffy!"

A pair of enormous white-furred balls draped down the fox's thighs and shins, obscuring his knees. They couldn't obscure the growth in his hips, however, and Cai's muzzle opened in a pleased groan as his hips added inches and inches and inches. His round, plump rear end doubled up along with his nice and squeezable thighs. Juxtaposed with his slender belly and chest, his flat belly and firm little pecs, Cai was showcasing an ultra feminine body combined with the single largest cock Rory ever saw.

It wasn't just the size of the thing, either, as big as it was - the shaft was so fat and long that it immediately pushed from the fox's sheath and hung out and down the swollen testicles below, but from the wiggle and jiggle it was clearly completely soft. No, it was also the smell. As strong as the flowery, spicy scent was, it was amplified tenfold. Rory's eyes relaxed as he huffed, gasping at the textures of the scent filling his olfactory senses. The barrel of the gun wobbled.

"No! No, I have to... fight... back!"

POW!

Another blaster shot sped from the gun. The energy beam connected solidly with the fox's slender chest, just above his heart, but what should have been a fatal kill shot (with as high as he had his energy weapon turned up) instead ricocheted off the fox and blew up one of the small built-in cabinets above the bed.

The acrid black smoke couldn't overpower the fox's scent or appearance. Rory's jaw dropped and drool formed at the corners of his muzzle as the gun clattered onto the floor. His eyes widened, pupils dilating, as he watched the fox's hips swing from one side to the other. Cai took his time, and though he was only a few feet away, it seemed like hours to the frozen canine.

Once, when he was young, Rory saw a picture of a tall wooden clock in a holobook on history. The holobook showed the clock with a pendulum that swung on a long, wide, smooth arc back and forth, over and over, perfectly in time, and for some reason, that memory came to the forefront of Rory's mind as the fox's swaying strut brought them closer together.

How could the fox have curves like that? Even now, knowing this was the famous criminal, the mastermind of so many genetic and bioengineering crimes there was hardly a system where he wasn't wanted, was coming at him, feet away, and all Rory could do was groan as his erection strained against the inside of his armored suit.

Left, right, sway, sway.

Cai paused, turned around, and wiggled his hips while lifting his tail. His huge balls hung down between his legs as the mass of plump white-furred rump bounced, tight and firm. With his nuts stuffed back behind his wide thighs like that, his huge balls compressed at the top against the swell of his wide, plush, bouncy backside. Rory's eyes locked on and moved up, down, up, down in time with the fox's jiggling motions.

"Like what you see, bounty hunter? Still want to lock me up?"

"Hnnghh..."

"Don't be like that... let's have a little fun... I like you. You're such a brash and confident little puppy. Which is perfect, because the Red Quasar needs a new manager. I'm gonna keep you around as my cute assleevestant. Assistsleeve?"

The fox paused and looked up at the ceiling while tapping on his chin with a finger as the canine's limp body sagged back against the wall of the ship. His chest rose and fell rapidly as his tongue hung over his lips, while between his legs, his bulge throbbed, fully aroused and prominent even under the armor.

"Hmm... which portmanteau works?"

"Hnngh..."

"You're right! We'll vote on it later!"

The fox whirled around and shoved himself up on the canine's frozen figure. Plump lips tickled and teased at Rory's ears, making him flick them, as paws stretched over his chest and belly. He could feel the incredible thickness of the fox's oversized package warm and weighty against his side as the fox leaned in and squeezed close.

"I really can't wait... waiting three whole weeks was like torture. Oh well... mmmhhhh... but first, let's apply a little customization..."

The fox's eyes glowed slightly from within as he spoke. Thousands of lines of miniaturized text far too small to read from Rory's perspective scrolled across Cai's eyes as his bioengineered brain processed the necessary factors to implement the preferred design.

"Of course there'll be no more bounty hunting for you, so we can use that to accentuate this over here... and that means... hmm..."

Rory, faint and woozy from the strength of the fox's powerful musk, shuddered in the fox's tight grip. His eyes closed halfway, then opened wide, only to lid over again.

"Ahh, that's it! Perfect!" Cai said as his eyes returned to normal.

Fingers pinched around the back of Rory's neck, releasing the seals on the armor suit. The canine whined. That shouldn't be possible, but the fox quickly pulled the armor away from his chest, exposing his long, glossy fur, then from his arms and belly. He didn't try to resist - his brain was spinning as the fox's intense scent imposed itself on him. He groaned as his cock flopped out, then lifted straight up and twitched, releasing a trickle of pre-cum as the fox bent over and released the seals on the backs of the legs, causing the last bit of protection to fall away.

Naked and almost entirely under Cai's control, Rory could barely register the meaning of the fox's words - only that it was bad news for him. Despite himself, his balls ached more than he could possibly have imagined. It was almost painful to feel them bob against his thighs as the fox stood back up and leaned in close until their chests pressed together. Delicate, sharp claws tickled and teased across Rory's fur, making the canine whimper and tense his entire body. Cai's head leaned down closer and his muzzle opened to show off the same sort of grin that Rory used to make when he captured a particularly worthy bounty. The fox's sharp white teeth glistened and pressed in closer. Rory's ears flattened and he stretched his head away, but that only exposed his neck.

Too late, the canine realized the fox's actual intentions. He let out a yelp as he felt the stab of dozens of needle-like teeth that pierced through his thick, shaggy pelt and to the skin below, delivering an incredible heat that immediately spread into his head and chest.

"W-what-" he gasped, but couldn't even finish the question before his body stiffened. "Ngnggghh!"

"Mmmhhhh..."

Cai's jaws remained around the canine's neck, compressing tighter, harder, keeping his fangs stuck into the smaller male's body as Rory whined, jerked, and kicked his feet at the spreading heat. Cai tensed as well, then clenched his jaws harder yet. Rory's whimper cut off into a strangled gasp as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head. His cock erupted, spraying across his belly as an instantaneous orgasm began - and didn't stop. The dog's hips jerked and shook, wiggling desperately as they banged back and forth between Cai's huge balls and the bulkhead.

The fox's eyes narrowed. His tongue bathed the canine's neck as his fangs delivered an especially intense version the bioengineered virus he used to conduct his experiments. After decades on the run, he found it easier to simply be the chemical generating factory himself rather than lug around expensive, difficult-to-smuggle equipment. And it also gave him the opportunity to adjust on the fly, like now - not only was the canine reacting especially well to the fox's serum, he was reacting so well there was no danger in pushing the little bounty hunter even further.

Well, in that case, Cai knew just what to do.

His jaws relaxed and the canine flopped into his arms. Supporting him back against the bulkhead, the fox's muzzle pressed forward, locking onto the dog's open, panting mouth. Cai enjoyed himself as his huge maleness, now half-hard, grew firm and warm against the canine's belly, while his huge balls wrapped all the way around the dog's thin legs.

"Ah!"

Rory's eyes widened as the fox's teeth caught and nipped his lips, first the lower, then the upper. The intense heat from the bites made his jerking, throbbing cock erupt again in another full-on orgasm, this one smeared into the pale pink flesh of the fox's massive, veiny cock as it pressed up against his thighs and belly.

"Mmmhhh... ooh, yes, you're a natural," Cai cooed, his voice sultry and seductive as he moved his muzzle, planting kisses along the way, until his teeth nipped the canine's ears. The fox's hips shoved forward, keeping the dog pinned as he wiggled and moaned and came all over yet again, though this time with a noticeably larger yield. Rather than less, the dog was producing more each time. "Can you feel it? This is going to be a very successful experiment..."

Rory's eyes rolled back into his head again. His lips buzzed and trembled. Though thin, the black lips smacked together as blood rushed to the region. His whole face burned with heat as his ears twitched and flapped. The canine's lips fattened up, plumping outwards into larger and fuller featured adornments. His tongue didn't fall as far from his muzzle as he gasped for air.

"Oooh, already getting results?" Cai asked. The fox pressed a finger against the canine's muzzle and grinned. "Mmmhh... these are some nice dicksucking lips... they look so good on you, puppy!"

Rory shook and quivered. His whole body felt like he flew his ship too close to a star and burned out the thermoregulators. What was the fox doing to him? Changing his lips? To what?

"And your ears! So big and cute!" Cai said.

Rory let out a high-pitched squeal. His cock jerked, pumping again, as his hips beat forward and ground into the fox's oversized dick. His ears twitched and flicked rapidly in the fox's teasing fingers as Cai tested the sensitivity.

"Now then... time to put you into your new uniform, puppy."

"Hnnngghhh..."

The fox's muzzle and paws moved lower. One paw spread against Rory's chest and sunk into his fur while shoving him back against the bulkhead. Sharp nips followed all around Rory's thighs, balls, and even his cock. The fox spun him around and the dog groaned with a mixture of dread and lust at the chomps Cai delivered to his growing backside. The heat blossomed in all directions. Rory's eyes bulged and his tongue extended as he stiffened from the tips of his grown, oversensitive ears to his curling toes.

He fell to the floor on his knees, then onto his chest. His hips lifted to avoid squashing his rock-hard arousal, pushing his rump upwards. The motion was natural and made him squirm and claw at the floor in front of him as his dripping cock came again. The heat flared, rising even higher, hotter, until he was just a mess of whimpering, moaning, and begging as the need in his groin intensified far past his limit to resist.

How long did it continue? How long did the heat race through his body, changing his contours, increasing his mass, and forcing his body into permanent sexual overdrive? Rory wasn't sure. As time passed, he stopped caring. It felt too good.

The growth in the canine's hips happened first and most noticeably. The canine's tail shoved upwards, but the tail itself didn't grow - his enormous hips and ass did instead. Rounding outwards in spurts of growth, the mass of tight dog rump wiggled and bounced as it pushed upwards. Covered in a thick, plush layer of deep brown and tan fur, Rory's enhanced backside grew bigger, fueled by the extra nips and bites, accepting and accelerating the genetic changes the fox forced on him. Soon, his ass was even larger than Cai's - or at least, it felt that way to the canine.

"Nnnngghhhoooooohhhh!"

Tongue splayed across his open, plump lips, Rory dragged his claws across the floor as additional growth happened in his balls and cock. The heat of his organ pushed against his belly, then under his chest, forcing it up and off the metal floor. A wave of seed gushed from the tip as the fat, rock hard doggy dick sprayed with abandon, fueled by an increasingly large pair of cream-colored balls.

His balls were so huge, so full... Rory couldn't believe how good it felt to squeeze his hips and thighs down around his titanic sac. He moaned and wiggled, masturbating his massively grown cock as the tip peeked through his pecs beneath him. His paws stroked down the base from both sides as he brought his knees up and curled around his huge balls, clenching as another orgasm ripped through him.

"Annnnhhhhhhhhfffoooooohh!"

His increasingly high-pitched, feminine moans of need bounced around the back of the ship as his thighs fattened and his belly narrowed. The abdominal muscles for which he worked so hard melted away, leaving his stomach smooth and soft. His pecs went, then his biceps, until he was more plump than muscular up top.

It took another few orgasms before the canine was able to think and calm down. The heat faded gradually, though every time it spiked he couldn't help but howl with need at the rush of pleasure. His orgasms created thick, sticky, unending loads now, enough to force the waste disposal system to start ejecting jizz from the drain systems into space.

Rory rolled onto his back and groaned as his arms and legs spread out flat. His cock pushed up his belly and over his side, long enough to reach just past his own nipples, while his balls were each far too large. Both huge nuts were many times larger than his own head and had to weigh dozens of pounds. The canine wasn't sure he'd be able to walk with them, not to mention the gigantic backside currently flattening and squeezing outwards against the damp metal floor.

Well, that didn't matter. He'd be able to make money for Master Cai even if he couldn't walk - just bring the patrons to him!

The canine's eyes widened. That was a very strange thought for a bounty hunter to have. But then again, he realized, he wasn't a bounty hunter anymore.

"Finally awake, puppy?"

Rory pursed his plump lips, then smiled wide before shifting himself around and getting into a kneeling position in front of the fox. His huge ass completely obscured his feet as he leaned forward, nostrils flaring at the vulpine scent. His huge balls flattened over the floor in front of his knees as his huge cock flexed upwards, rehardening immediately at the mere sound of Cai's voice.

"Y-yes, s-sir," Rory gasped. His voice was high and it was hard to put words together, especially in front of the beautiful fox. The dog's eyes stared at the fox's huge balls and shaft; he had to constantly lick the drool forming on his enlarged lips.

"Good boy."

The words shook Rory to his core. His cock jerked, then splurt, pumping out a blast of thick pre-cum as a wave of pleasure cascaded all the way down the canine's spine to his spinning tail.

"Now let's make sure the improvements took hold," Cai said, lips pulling back to reveal his fangs.

Both of the vulpine's black-socked paws stretched down and wrapped around the base of his own massive, but still flaccid, cock, and hoisted it upwards. The tip smacked across Rory's muzzle, but the dog didn't even flinch as he opened his jaws wide. Cai's fingers dug into the last eight inches or so of his cock as his other paw dug into the canine's head fur.

"If my calculations are correct - and they always are - you're gonna be the first person under seven feet tall to suck my big cock to the base," Cai said. The fox's eyes beamed with excitement as the huge tip jammed against Rory's lips, forcing the dog's head back. "Are you ready for some science?"

"Hnnngghluck-!"

Rory's cheeks bulged. His hips wiggled. His cock jerked, releasing another flood of pre-cum that painted the fox's huge, swinging sac, as more of the flaccid fox cock worked its way down his throat. He couldn't stop swallowing, pulling it deeper, even as he felt it warming and throbbing and threatening to grow. With his head tipped straight upwards, it wasn't long until the taller fox was leaning over, both paws on the back of his head, fingers teasing and pulling on his sensitive ears, as many feet of growing fox dick worked its way into his guts. His whole body adapted, shifting and changing, turning him both internally and externally into the perfect sleeve for the horny mad scientist.

"Oooh, yes! Look at that throat bulge!" Cai groaned. "Almost can't see it because of my huge balls, but that's okay. I know it's there! Nnnffffh! Ooh, yes... c'mon, puppy, swallow more! More! Nnnnhhhhaaaaahhh!"

The fox's horny incitement... the scent still driving his brain to the edge... the wet sounds of the fox's hips pumping that thick dick all the way down... it was all enough to make Rory tremble. He didn't care if he was supposed to be bounty hunting the fox. He didn't care if he ass was three times bigger than it should be. He really didn't care that his cock was long enough to stretch past his knees, and he didn't care that he couldn't see his knees because of how big his balls grew. All he cared about was the sweet, eager taste of Cai's huge arousal spearing his throat and filling him to the brim.

"That's it, puppy! Mmmffhh... oooh, yes! You're gonna make me... so... much... moneeyyyyy!"

Rory's eyes widened. That's exactly what he wanted to do! The fox's half-hard dick throbbed, then jerked, hardening quite a lot as the first shot of pre-cum bloated his flat stomach into a much rounder shape. By the third shot, the dog's nostrils ran with clear fox pre-cum. By the sixth, he was a mess, soaked down to his growing, basketball-sized cum-gut.

"Fuuuck... oooh, yes!" Cai moaned. "Mmmhhhh... almost there... even if this fails, I can still call this a suck-cess!"

The fox's huge balls smacked forward as Cai thrust down. His almost fully aroused shaft made Rory stretch out straight behind him so that he was laying on top of his own humongous balls and bloating belly, while the fox's claws tugged at his ears. Rory had no idea how many times he already came; every time the fox pulled on his ears to get enough force to pump the last foot or so of cock down his throat, he couldn't help but tremble and erupt with a fresh batch of doggy seed.

Rory's paws slide against his wet pelt, squeezing into his belly. He could feel the thickness of the fox's cock inside him, grinding him open, sleeving him from his muzzle to his stomach and then some. His skin stretched outwards, detailing the full crown of the fox's erection as his body contoured around the incredible thickness, and then it was gone, retracted, pulled back until only the tip remained in-between his flooding cheeks. Then the claws would come again, grabbing and dragging on his ears, forcing his cock to erupt in another shower as the bulge traveled down his throat, chest, and belly all over again.

"Ahhhh... nothing like breaking in a new sleeve! Look at that belly grow!" Cai moaned, a note of pleased triumph in his voice. "It's about to get... a whole... lot... biiiggeerrrrrr!"

Rory's jaws distended as the whole incredible length seized up, tensing and fattening to its supreme arousal, and held itself there for a long, long moment. The canine's ears pulled at his head as his nose stuffed itself into the fox's big, fuzzy sheath, getting imprinted again and again with the vulpine scent, while the tips of his toes skittered across the metal floor. The fox cock lifted him up, even forcing his overgrown hips into the air so that instead of spreading against the bulkhead they flattened against the ceiling of the small ship.

Cai's hips ground forward, pinning Rory in place, keeping the dog half-upright and muzzle-first on the base of his cock. A wave of seed pushed from his gigantic sac, which contracted and tightened to almost half of its size in mere seconds. The wave was big enough to visibly stretch Rory's plump lips and jaw even wider, to make his neck tremble and his whole body heave with the realization of what was about to happen. The dog was already cumming by the time the first wave broke past the fox's tip with enough pressure to forcibly distend his stomach outwards.

There was a deep gushing noise as the fox's thighs strained, forcing his hips to slam forward even though he was already hilted. A second wave followed the first, even bigger, and then a third, bigger than the last. Rory's belly inflated as the rate of input far exceeded what could escape; even his balls began to grow, taking in the fox's seed and mixing it with his own as the continuous orgasms wracked his tight, clenching body around his master's gloriously big cock.

"Ahhhhh... that's better... I can't believe I waited so long to do that!" Cai groaned. "Mphhhh... fuck, look at you... you're gonna fit right in at the Red Quasar and help me keep all those fat-assed femboys earning me money, right? It's not cheap to get the raw ingredients I need to operate at this rate of efficiency!"

The fox dragged halfway out as cum flooded over the canine's lips at the barest release of pressure. There was a dreamy, need look on the former bounty hunter's face as the fox casually hilted again, both paws wrapped up nice and tight in the canine's cute, oversized ears.

"Of course, you're gonna be a high earner too. Bet you'll be able to shift plenty of booze with those hips."

Another few thrusts, then Cai relaxed as his cock softened somewhat. He could go for more, but really, he was a little tired after working so hard to upgrade and customize his newest "employee" that he needed a break. Rory, despite looking more like a couch than a waiter at this point, didn't react as he drained.

"Hmmmhh... we'll have to work on your recovery rate... maybe add additional ball storage... I'll think it over on the flight back, how about it?"

"Glurp."

Cai looked around for his bikini bottom before remembering that Rory shot them off earlier, and they were ruined. He glanced at the standard-sized 31-inch-wide cockpit seat, then down at his own plump far-more-than-31-inch-wide hips, then at the canine occupying most of the back of the ship.

"Oh, great... hey, manager, I've got your first job. Do you have any towers listed in your contacts?" the fox asked, stretching into the cockpit to open the computer screen. "And don't worry - while we wait, I know just what to do to keep us occupied!"

Several months later...

Cai tipped his wrist back and pursed his lips as he took a sip from the long-stemmed wine glass in his fingers. The bright pink lipstick complemented his pink hair color. Speaking of hair, he'd done his up in a twisty bun between his ears on top of his head. A pair of black stretch tights wrapped around his prodigious curves. The material was pulled so tight across the twin globes spreading over and around the bar stool that it went white.The material even contoured around the hemlines of his SpaceSavers bikini bottoms that he wore underneath, which kept his sheath and both nuts to each about the size of his own head, though thanks to the width of his plump thighs, they appeared smaller without other context.

The fox's long neck shifted as he swallowed another sip of the dark red wine, then a smile flashed across his long muzzle as he dropped his gaze onto his drinking partner.

Rory squirmed on the seat. The canine's hips barely fit and mostly drooped around the edges. Instead of SpaceSavers like Cai, the canine had to try to keep his immense package held in place with traditional methods. He wore the same pair of black stretch pants as the fox, but the canine's results were far more eye-popping. The material was stretched nearly to the point of translucence not just around his hips and extremely generous backside, but the droop in the front pulled the waistband far from his belly and revealed part of the fluffy lip of his massive sheath. Even considering the low gravity on the station, the hung pup had to carry around an incredible amount of mass. In addition to the sheath, which was just a bit bigger around than his own slender belly, the supersized balls hanging below were fat and squeezable. They formed round teardrops as they pushed the crotch down, accounting for the gap between his stomach and the waistband, which also revealed the straps of an enormous bra that Rory repurposed into a garter-like hammock for his enormous sac. The lace fabric was visible thanks to the sheerness of the tights, while the black straps dug into his plump thighs and connected around his lower back, just above his tail.

The caine leaned forward on the barstool. Both of his cheeks spread around and hung over the sides, while his huge balls pulled on his pants and caused a good amount of furry white butt cleavage to go on display for the benefit of the handful of patrons in the club. Thanks to all the weight training, Rory's glutes were in better shape than ever before, especially with Cai's constant tinkering and experimentation.

"How were the takings this week?" Cai asked. His paw dropped the glass onto the bar counter; the skunk behind the bar was there immediately with a refill. The fox licked his lips as he eyed the fat-rumped skunk, whose generously sized black sheath and balls were on full display in a pair of clear briefs. The synthetic material acted just like cotton, but was completely see-through, and gave the view of his bouncing maleness an extra heft that Cai found pleasing to the eye. He made a mental note to have Rory update the server uniform with more of the same - after all, he wouldn't be breaking any station rules about nudity since they were, in fact, wearing clothes. The fox wasn't too concerned about breaking any laws in particular, but it was easier to keep the heat off while running his experiments if he played nice with the local authorities and even provided them with samples of his particular skills to win them over.

Rory's thighs squeezed around his sheath, which was already full and ready to release the arousal within. The canine couldn't help it. He just got so warm and eager around the fox.

"We're, uh... doing well," Rory said, trying to focus on the numbers in his head rather than the images of the naked fox advancing on him, eyes full of lust, big cock unleashed and fully engorged... "Uh, yeah, up ten percent from this time last year. Having extra servers helps - we're finally getting something back from the cost of the upper floors now that we have enough waiters to handle the load."

"Good, good," Cai said, mostly disinterested. He only started the business as a way to hide the results of his various experiments and to earn a bit of scratch for new material for future experiments, so he found leaving the day-to-day details to the cute puppy the best solution. "Anything I need to know about?"

"No, business is going well."

A glint on the canine's paw caught Cai's attention. The fox's lips curved into a grin, exposing his sharp fangs.

"Uh oh, Rory... did you forget something?" the fox asked. "You're wearing a ring, after all. You should say hello to your betrothed."

Rory's eyes widened. His bulky hips shifted as he dropped from the stool and knelt in front of Cai. Without any hesitation, Rory stuffed his face straight into the taut bulge of the SpaceSaver briefs as the fox's eyes narrowed.

"I can't believe you forgot how to greet your future partner. Tsk, tsk," Cai said. The fox enjoyed teasing the canine, who was already whimpering as he buried his short muzzle into the fox's bulge. "I know how you can make up for it, though. How about a little kiss?"

Rory's eyes darted to the sides. He was already drawing a bit of attention from the patrons - those that weren't already busy with the attention of another of the cute, thick-hipped waiters wandering around serving drinks and customers in equal measure.

"Well?"

Rory's brow furrowed as he looked up at the fox. His heart pounded in his chest as his hips squirmed and his stretchy pants pulled further down thanks to the swelling in his junk. He couldn't help himself, not now and not ever. He knew it was wrong - he knew he was supposed to be out there bounty hunting somewhere, not worshiping a fox on some backwater red light district space station.

But he only moaned and pushed his muzzle more firmly into Cai's package. The heat enveloped his face and he shuddered as his thick arousal swelled again, jerking outwards with enough force to drag his tight pants clear down the back of his rump and all the way to his knees. The tip of his huge length caught in the waistband and forced his shaft to arc into the air as it throbbed, fat and veiny and already dripping and spurting right through the material of his pants. His paws reached for Cai's bikini bottom and found the familiar electronic release mechanisms on the sides that, when pinched correctly, caused the garment to relax and easily slide away, unlike Rory's clothes, which were constantly getting stretched out and ripped when the fox teased him.

"Mmmhhh... good boy... I think he misses you..."

The fox's sheath bulged against his stretchy tights, a lewd display inches from Rory's muzzle. The canine panted, muzzle wide, drooling on himself as his hips and tail wiggled with eagerness. There was no hint of pride anymore; the formerly buff, tough, and rough bounty hunter was now just another of Cai's slutty, thick-hipped experiments. He even wore a ring that, if one examined closely, contained a stylized "OWNED BY C'S COCK - IF FOUND, RETURN TO THE RED QUASAR" in neat little letters. It was of course chipped and tracked, but Rory didn't mind one bit. Knowing the fox always knew exactly where he was meant the fox could also surprise him with a good pounding at any moment, and just thinking about it made Rory's plump thighs rub together with need behind the immense weight of his giant sac.

The canine's paws pulled the SpaceSavers down enough for the massive sheath to spill out. Cai's fingers stretched down and wrapped around Rory's wrists, prevening the dog from revealing anything more. The sheath was almost enough - it was huge, larger than Rory's head by far, and wide enough at the top for the huge pink cock inside to always push just past the fuzzy end of the sheath. The fox's balls, still sealed inside the taut SpaceSavers, twitched and swelled a bit as the waistband pinched around the base of the sheath. Cai's lips pulled back in a grin, showing off his pointy, sharp white fangs, as he shoved Rory's paws down into the sides of his sheath around his flaccid cock.

The canine huffed and moaned, eyes closing as he leaned forward. His paws wiggled, stretching and pushing on the sheath from the inside. The fox was so big that the canine could just about get his arms in up to the elbows, and he leaned forward with his chest, squeezing his soft and supple pecs and belly across the tip. This not only made Cai wiggle his tail a bit faster, but stopped the fox from growing larger as the canine's paws stroked and squeezed and teased around the insides the fox's sensitive sheath.

"Nnggghhhhh... fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," Cai groaned, long and loud enough that anyone not aware of what Rory was up to certainly was after that exclamation. "Just another service you can request from your happy servers here at the Red Quasar!"

The fox flashed his grin around the bar before looking at the skunk bartending. All he had to do was lift an eyebrow for a fresh drink to appear in front of him. Cai sipped slowly as he leaned back and shivered from the attention.

Rory's palms smoothed over the large metallic band at the base of the fox's shaft. The canine whimpered as he stroked the metal and let out a groan of need. His tenting, bulging stretch pants bulged lewdly as his wide, plump hips lifted into the air, showcasing his abnormally thick thighs, fat rump, and cute little tail to any of the customers at the Red Quasar fortunate enough to sit on that side of the bar. The big fox dick was growing, though, and Rory began panting with need as it pinned his paws inside the sheath, making it harder and harder to stroke. Cai's tail swept side to side across his own wide, plump backside as he watched Rory futilely trying to drag his paws free; the fox dick was already curling over from the force it was exerting on the feminine dog's lean and narrow chest.

"Mmmfffhhhgggllrrrlg!"

The fat crown unfurled and pressed against Rory's face. The canine's muzzle opened automatically as he leaned his neck back, trying to make more room for it to grow. His palms were flat to the sides of the huge shaft inside the sheath, outline in thick white fur as they held onto the ring at the base of the fox's cock, while the half-hard shaft curled first into his belly and then snaked back around to grind between his lips. Rory's jaw stretched and his eyes widened as the big fox cock continued to grow right inside him.

"Go on, pup... give your husband a kiss. Heh heh heh..."

A splatter of thick, rich vulpine pre-cum filled Rory's cheeks and flowed over his lips. It oozed down his furry belly before spreading into a pair of streams around the base of his bulge. His arms pulled on the base, and finally succeeded in dragging that last foot or so free, revealing the glinting golden cock ring around the huge fox cock - a match for the much smaller version around Rory's finger. There was another loud murmur and a few even louder encouragements from the watching patrons and servers as Rory's muzzle opened wide for the impossibly thick fox cock. Cai, not wanting to miss a trick, grinned as he spread his legs wider, then looked over his shoulder.

"Start a pool!" he called out. "It's clear this cock-hungry pup is gonna deep throat my big dick right to the base. He loves it, after all. He even got married to it! So, how long do you think it's gonna take? Put in your guess, and the closest will get a free night with Rory and his thick ass!"

There was a rush of excitement as servers collected guests and distributed drinks. Rory barely noticed. His ears were back and his eyes were closed as he made out with the tip of Cai's cock, tonguing all the way around it, sometimes shoving it into the tip, and always suckling and swallowing every drop he could of the fox's over-productive essence. He was still present enough to feel embarrassed, especially when Cai mentioned being married to the big cock. The canine shuddered as he remembered the ceremony a few months back followed by a week-long consummation period... his ass twitched and his erection jerked, struggling to get free of the waistband of his tights as his plump, thick ass swung side to side. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered as long as he got to sniff and taste and suck on Cai's amazing cock and huge, warm balls. Rory's eyes, though closed, still glazed over as the fox glazed his face with another few spurts of pre-cum.

"Alright, did everyone put in a bet? Great! Round of drinks, on the house! Here... we... gooooooo!"

Rory's eyes jerked open as familiar sharp claws latched around the bases of his sensitive ears. His whole body tightened and stretched outwards as they pulled on him, roughly dragging his muzzle down the shaft until it hit the back of his throat. There was little resistance at this point; Cai's experiments left Rory as little more than a living sleeve on the inside, and while the canine still had to stretch to fit, there'd be no physical danger from throating the monstrous shaft. Cai didn't want to break his toys right away, after all.

The huge gold wedding band glinted in front of Rory's eyes. His jaws and throat relaxed. His legs pushed against the floor, shoving him forward. His tongue splayed along the bulging urethra, tasting the hot, spicy vulpine musk as his bulging throat massaged the tip on its way past. His belly thickened as his ass wiggled even faster, and before he knew it, the canine's slurping, wet muzzle bumped up against the ring at the base. His lips pressed against it as he tried to get more, even as his lean belly distended outwards with the length stuffed deep inside him.

"Alright, who had 34 seconds? Anyone close?"

Rory felt the floor rumble as someone stepped forward after heaving themselves out of a booth. The canine couldn't see anything as his nose stuffed against the rim of the fox's sheath, but he could feel the huge pair of hands that slapped down around both sides of his pillowy backside.

"Oooh, congrats, Charlie! You wanna get started right now? Don't let me stop you!"

Rory's eyes crossed. His bulging throat clenched and his cock finally flung itself free of the stretch pants thanks to Charlie, one of the regulars at the club. The canine shuddered as fingers dug into his backside, pushing and pulling and squeezing on his enormous globes, which were plump and round enough for those huge paws to sink in up to the wrist. Charlie was one of the biggest patrons they saw, a giant of a canine of indeterminate breed. Muscular under the shaggy, braided pelt hanging around his impressively bulky figure, Charlie had no problem lifting the smaller canine off the ground completely.

Rory grunted and drooled as he found himself slung up between the two. Charlie was taller, so his whole body angled down into Cai's throbbing length. Charlie's immense cock slapped down between his rump cheeks, rubbed a few times, and then jammed inside. A loud, gruff bark echoed through the club as Charlie's hips pumped forward, crushing the smaller dog in between the two enormous cocks.

"Oh, wow, Charlie! You're good at this!" Cai groaned.

"Should be, I've had plenty 'a practice in here," the big dog grunted. His hips pumped forward, rough and hard, slamming his pole to the base, long enough and deep enough for his spear to pass by the tip of Cai's, causing a unique double-bulge in Rory's flexing belly. "Fuck, he's a nice and easy fuck, ain't he?"

Rory shuddered as his huge balls and cock flopped back and forth beneath him. His legs twitched in the bigger dog's grip as he tried his best to support himself on Cai's thighs. Both massive dicks thrust irregularly, keeping their own time as the two tops almost ignored each other while using him to satisfy themselves. The canine's big arousal pulsed, constantly splattering across the floor and sending waves into the drains, as his curvy, distended body shuddered and dripped and clenched. The hard golden wedding ring kept pushing against his lips, a constant reminder of his position and status now.

Rory couldn't imagine possibly having more fun anywhere else.