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Chapter 16: Happiness in Servitude

In the weeks that followed, Fox and Krystal continued to train more CDF pilots in flying the Arwings. They had finished training another two squadrons and were again looking over the flight rosters for new candidates, but had only managed to find 21 more pilots. Most were still raw recruits or simply mediocre pilots. None of the remaining pilots could fill the 175 Arwings that were left.

With Krystal off estrus suppressants since before their wedding, Fox knew it would not be long before his wife became fertile. He gazed longingly at his vixen, whose eyes met his with the same aching emptiness that both wanted to have filled. "I can feel how much you want to get pregnant. There's no way we want to delay having children."

An old idea resurfaced in both their minds. Krystal locked eyes with her husband and nodded. "Yes. Let's go see Peppy."

Fox picked up his data tablet and both walked out their office with a single-minded purpose.

They were seated in front of the general's desk. Their friend laid back in his leather chair. "So, not up to snuff, you say?"

"That's right, Peppy." Fox affirmed.

"Well, I'm sure there will be more recruits. We'll have to do a review of their flight instructors and find better ones that can prepare them...."

"I'm sorry, Peppy, but Krystal and I can't wait."

"Can't wait? Wait for what?"

Fox and Krystal exchanged glances. "It won't be long before Krystal goes into heat, and we don't want to put off having children."

Peppy immediately understood. "And when your first pup is born, you both want to retire to become full-time parents."

"Yes, Peppy," replied Krystal.

"That's unfortunate....well, unfortunate for the military." Peppy gave the couple a fatherly smile. "But I could not in good conscious object to your wish to retire. You two have lost so much. How could anyone deny you the family you both want? The CDF will just have to do without you when the time comes."

"Well, we don't want to leave you in a lurch." said Fox. "We'd like to train Commander Summer and the rest of Husky Squadron to become general flight instructors and Arwing instructors. They could then give remedial training to the rest of the CDF pilots who need it, and bring them up to standard for training on the Arwings."

Peppy brightened at the suggestion. "That is a wonderful idea. Husky Squadron has just returned from patrol. I'll have them reassigned to you for immediate training."

Over the next three weeks, Fox and Krystal focused on honing Husky Squadron's skills and helped them develop a training regimen that Rachel and her wingmates would implement on getting the rest of the CDF pilots ready to handle the Arwings.

On weekends, Fox and Krystal explored hobbies that would keep them occupied in retirement when they were not busy rearing their children. Both enrolled at Corneria City College. They first tried music and discovered they had an affinity for stringed instruments. Together, they learned to play the harp and the guitar, though Fox preferred playing guitar while Krystal took to the harp. Their music instructors were amazed at how rapidly the two foxes took to their instruments. None on the college faculty of course knew of the couple's telepathic bond. With the right sides of both vulpine brains working together in synergistic harmony, their artistic skills flourished.

They continued gardening as well, with ROB-16 providing assistance. Their greenhouse was now fully developed and producing bountiful fruits, vegetables, and herbs to such levels that they rarely needed to go to the local farmer's market for produce.

When the pilots of Husky Squadron had each earned their flight instructor certifications, Fox and Krystal went on a three-week hiatus. With more time on their hands, they went to college each day. In addition to the music classes, they also took up pottery together, quickly becoming adept at handling clay because of their shared mental bond, but it was in drawing and painting where they truly excelled.

Fox and Krystal showed up for their first drawing class right after washing up from their pottery lessons. Like in the previous class, the other students gave them wide-eyed stares and several gave them enthusiastic welcomes when they recognized the famed couple. Their teacher was a feminine dog with short beige fur, floppy ears, and the brightest baby blue eyes. Wearing a bright, flowing sun dress, Fox found it odd that she was so flat-chested.

Krystal smiled and giggled, drawing her husband's attention. "What's going on, Kurisutaru?"

"Our art teacher is not what he seems, though he's quite cute."

"He!?" Fox then fixed his gaze on their teacher and through his wife's empathy, realized that the canine was indeed male, though he was quite effeminate.

He spoke with a soft, dulcet voice. "Hello class, and welcome to Introduction to Drawing. I am Francis Ashley, your instructor."

With dawning realization, Fox recognized who their instructor was. "Ashley? Are you related to Martin Ashley, the lawyer for Ashley and Associates?"

"Why yes. He's my father." he answered with a gentle smile. He then addressed the rest of the class. "Now, before we begin, let's have a roll call."

Fox was at first perplexed. He was clearly a mature adult male in his mid to late 20s, but Krystal could sense a youthful mindset. When he called his wife's name and made contact with her, Krystal could sense that Francis found her attractive and smiled back bashfully at the vixen. His emotions suggested to the foxes that he was not homosexual, yet Fox was mystified as to why he would dress like a female. In the end, the tod just mentally shrugged and the couple focused their attention on their art instructor.

It was during the introductory lecture that a male leopard began to snicker. Their instructor paused, gave the feline a sardonic look, and sauntered over to him to stand brazenly in front of the disruptive student with his arms crossed. "Is there a problem, Mister Felton?"

Caught off guard, the cat was unsure what to say. "Uuhh...Well, umm."

"Is it because I'm a male who likes to dress up like a female?" Francis asked coyly.

"Uhhh....Well, yeah."

His voice for in instant hardened, losing that soft tenor. "Well, tough. If you can't handle that, then find another class, Mister Felton."

"Uh. Yes sir, I mean, no sir."

Francis turned around and walked back to the front of the class with a rustle. He heard Fox chuckle. "Do you have something to say, Mister McCloud?"

The tod grinned. "I admire strength, Sir."

The canine broke into a smile at the compliment. "Okay then, as I was saying..."

Over the first three weeks, Fox and Krystal and the other students sat through the lectures for undirected drawing, gesture drawing, and blind contours and did the exercises, practicing with charcoal pencils on sketchbook while they continued with their other classes in pottery and music. At home, they continued to work around their home, tending to the greenhouse hydroponic garden, and relaxing along the beach under the coastal shade trees.

Weekends though, had become special for them. Ever since Fox had submitted himself to his wife and let her peg him, he had worked tirelessly at converting the hidden room under their bedroom into a dungeon.

While he had become more openly sexual with his wife around close friends, his submission to Krystal was something too deeply private to share with them, let alone anyone else. It was for that reason that they would not even order bondage furniture, lest some unscrupulous individual made note of what they had ordered and sold the information to the tabloids. Fox instead found design schematics for crosses, racks, benches, and such, and set about building some of them in his basement workshop.

Work had been completed three weeks before, just when they had gone on hiatus. Every weekend since then, they had gone down and experimented in different forms of bondage play where Fox would explore further his submissive side. Their mental bond allowed Krystal to instinctively know her tod's limits and how to push them while leaving him wanting for more. She was the most perfect mistress a sexual slave could ever hope for. And even though she herself did not like being called 'Mistress', Krystal did love taking the dominant role with her beloved.

It was towards the end of the week. The final class in music had been cancelled. Consequently, they were now looking forward to an extended weekend together before returning to work where they would re-evaluate prospective pilots that had been retrained by Husky Squadron. They made it to their bedroom and shed themselves of their clothes. Both were thinking of playing in the downstairs dungeon, but the last few sessions had left Fox wanting to go further. Krystal had gone to the closet to retrieve Fox's leather collar, cuffs and a harness she had recently gotten for him, and found him kneeling in the middle of the bedroom, in front of their bed.

Krystal knelt in front of her submissive husband and drew him into a slow, sensual kiss, to which he responded and willingly let himself be lost in the moment. While their muzzles were melded wetly together, Fox felt her slip the leather collar around his neck. Once buckled snugly in place, his more dominant, assertive traits began to evaporate under the comforting weight of his slave's collar.

Krystal broke the kiss and smiled while she fitted her slave with his leather wrist cuffs and another set of cuffs around his forearms. "On your feet, Pet." she commanded, and giggled at feeling the flutter in his heart at her term of endearment for her submissive. Staying down on her knees, she fitted his ankle cuffs in place. This was followed by another set of larger leather cuffs that went around his thighs. She then got to her feet and helped him into his harness, drawing the black leather straps over his shoulders and two more on each of his sides, under his arms and over his hips. The final portion of his harness was a strap with two rings at each end and a plate in the middle unto which a butt plug was mounted. She pulled his tail through the rear ring so that it encircled the base and clipped that end of the strap to the back of his harness.

Knowing what was next, Fox bent over and placed his hands on his knees, spread his legs apart, and raised his tail. He breathed deeply and relaxed his anal muscles to let a copious amount of lube to be squeezed into him and hummed in pleasure when he felt the large butt plug slide in. Fox loved the attention and wiggled his rump playfully when she swatted his rear. With a giggle, she stood up and commanded. "Up now, and face me."

Fox turned around and stood in front of his mistress with his erect maleness standing proudly. His heart fluttered again at seeing the smoldering look in her eyes while she licked the side of her muzzle hungrily at the sight of his erection.

Krystal crouched down and reached behind him to pull the strap tightly between his legs, pressing the butt plug harness firmly in place. She then slid the front metal ring down around his maleness and gently pulled his jewels through so that the ring sat behind his pouch. Finishing off, she attached the strap to the front of his harness.

Fully outfitted as her pleasure slave, Fox smiled demurely and waited for her command. "Back down on your knees, Dearest, and wait for me while I get ready...and I want you to focus your mind inwards from now on. So no reading my thoughts."

*"Of course, my Love." * Fox broke eye contact and lowered his gaze while smiling softly. He had sensed that she had something in mind for several days now. It had taken him considerable effort to avoid picking up on that thought given how deeply their minds were intertwined, but he had managed to keep himself from seeing what she had gotten for herself.

Nevertheless, his sensitive vulpine ears did hear the soft rustle of leather over fur, of laces being pulled, and zipper teeth meshing together. When he heard his vixen walk out of their large closet and back into the bedroom, he reflexively looked up and beheld a sight that made his breath catch in his throat.

Though she still did not want to be called 'Mistress', Krystal had fully embraced the role out of her love for her submissive husband, and was dressed for the part. She wore shiny black leather gloves that went up her arms past her elbows and a pair of matching chunky heel boots that extended up to her thighs. Around her waist was a leather underbust corset, with buckles across the front, that accentuated her feminine figure. Three straps ran from the D-rings along the top edge of her corset to a simple leather collar around her neck: one strap on each side of her breasts and the third through her cleavage.

Fox looked up at his heart's desire with the most expressive bedroom eyes his soulmate had yet ever seen. In this private setting away from the eyes of any, even their closest friends, Fox McCloud ceased being the well-known retired leader of Star Fox. "Oh Kurisutaru, my Love. I want nothing more than to be your devoted love slave. I will do anything you want."

Krystal drew a gloved hand along the side of his muzzle. "Anything, my Pet?"

Fox leaned his head into the tender caress and closed his eyes. "You have my complete and utter submission." ** After a moment, he opened his eyes, looked up at his mistress, and begged. **"Please, have your way with me."

Seeing such total devotion filled Krystal's heart with such a feeling of warmth that she'd want nothing more than to fulfill all his submissive desires. She drew a finger through his collar's front D-ring and coaxed him up onto his feet. "Come, my beloved slave. Let's go downstairs."

Fox stood and happily let himself be led by his vixen through the bathroom, into their large walk-in closet to the hidden door on the left and down the secret spiral staircase known only to them. As they reached the bottom of the stairs and stepped into their private dungeon, Fox slipped into a fully submissive head space, becoming completely subservient to his loving vixen. And Fox would not have it any other way as he had discovered how liberating and fulfilling it was to be her sexual slave.

The entire room was suffused in a soft lighting. Wood paneling adorned each of the walls. A four-poster bondage bed with beams linking each square post at the top was located against the two far walls at the opposite corner of the room from the spiral staircase. To their left was a long cabinet with a small collection of fetish outfits and bondage toys, with plenty of room for more. On their right, along the same wall as the spiral staircase, past the small bathroom, was a small desk with computer monitor that would allow them access to the outside world in case they needed to know what was going on. The screen was off at the moment though, because this dungeon was all the world they wanted.

Within the room were two pieces of bondage furniture that Fox had built so far. The first was a bench with padding for him to rest his front, arms, and legs on. There was even a small raised padded headrest for him to lay his neck and chin on when he was bound to this device. Fox had been quite comfortable when he had been secured to it in one of their first bondage sessions. Best of all, the padding for his front split apart at the hips to let his maleness dangle and be in easy reach for Krystal.

The other item was a padded bondage chair. The back of the chair was curved and blended into the seat, which had a slot in the middle for his tail. Support braces extended out from the bottom front of the seat for Fox's legs. The entire assembly sat on sturdy metal legs and was supported at and pivoted about the lower back. Both the bench and the chair had short, adjustable straps attached at points corresponding to Fox's collar, cuffs, and harness.

It was to this bondage chair that Krystal led Fox. She placed a fingertip against the side of his muzzle, drawing his attention away from the chair, and gave him an adoring smile while moving her finger to the tip of his muzzle. "Stand here and wait, Pet."

"Yes, My Dearest," Fox replied with a besotted smile.

Krystal gave him a quick kiss on the nose, eliciting a giggle from her happy slave, and went to the cabinet. Opening it, she gazed at their small collection of erotic toys, fetters, gags, a black leather hood with a separate muzzle made for foxes that had an attached blindfold, and the original head and muzzle harness she had Fox wear the night he gave her his anal virginity.

After that first purchase of the collar, cuffs, and head and muzzle harness, they had mutually decided that in order to protect the secret of their bondage play, they would place future orders under the assumed name of Travis Vulpes and have such items delivered to a postal box in a nearby neighborhood. Whenever a delivery was made, ROB-48, who was not known outside of their estate, would be sent to pick up the items.

Krystal now took the leather hood, muzzle, and a mouth guard gag out of the cabinet and walked back to her slave, who was wagging his tail upon seeing what she had for him to wear. Without being asked, Fox dropped to his knees before his mistress wife and looked up adoringly to her. Krystal's laughter of delight was beautiful to Fox's ears. "Awww. Does my Foxy want his hood and gag?"

Fox smiled bashfully and nodded. "Uh-huh...."

"Oooh. Such a good and eager pet you are." She cooed. Krystal first withdrew from the hood a set of ear plugs. Her submissive husband sat still while she slipped the large plugs into each of his ear canals. She took his collar off and then loosed the laces on the back of the hood and lifted it over his head. Fox pointed his muzzle up into the hood, which she slipped onto him, making sure his ears were tucked comfortably flat against his skull. Once his muzzle protruded out the front and he was looking through the circular eye holes, Krystal walked behind him and pulled on the laces, working the leather hood comfortably snug around his head.

Krystal walked back around the front of her slave and picked up the collar. After she was done buckling his collar back in place around his neck and hood, Fox looked up expectantly at his dominant wife. When she drew her fingers under his chin, he could not help but stretch out his neck to her, completely becoming putty in her hands. Krystal felt truly blessed and privileged at seeing a side of her vulpine that nobody else in Lylat would ever see. Fox had willingly and happily become her plaything and devoted slave and would let her do whatever she wanted with him.

Krystal saw her pet eye the gag and smiled. "Well then, open wide."

Fox eagerly accepted the rubber mouth guard and hummed happily upon closing his mouth around it. Krystal then drew the leather muzzle over his snout and eyes and pulled the straps tight on each side and over the top of his head, buckling them together in the back.

Blind, deaf, and unable to speak, with only the tip of his nose protruding through the leather muzzle, Fox became very still and totally dependent on his vixen. When he felt a tug on his collar, he stood back up on his feet and let himself be guided to his bondage chair. After he was settled in, he felt her begin to bind him.

Starting with his legs, Krystal clipped her tod's ankle and thigh cuffs to the leg braces. She then clipped the short straps on each side of the chair's seat and back to the D-rings on the sides of his harness and his wrist and forearm cuffs. The D-rings on each side of his collar were next clipped to straps on the head rest, followed by straps from the top of the chair's back to the shoulder portion of his harness.

Krystal then went back and gave each strap a firm, hard tug. From within the isolation of his hood, Fox felt those straps tighten him down against the chair, first his legs and then his arms. Krystal heard her pet give a high-pitched whine and begin to pant through his nose. For a moment she thought he was afraid, but his emotions and his maleness standing stiffly at full attention quickly told her otherwise. Smiling fondly, she continued securing her slave to the chair, tightening each strap around his torso and hip until he was so thoroughly immobilized that he could barely even squirm.

A confluence of many emotions went through Fox. He was deeply aroused and excited by the predicament he was in, and at the same time felt a profound sense of peace and security. When he felt her fingers sink into his chest fur, Fox breathed deeply and went limp. He basked in his wife's loving attention as she dragged her hand down his front, working down from his chest, through his belly fur to his crotch. Blood surged to his loins when her fingers briefly wrapped around his stiff maleness and then caressed his jewels.

Krystal looked down hungrily at her aroused and helpless husband. Having her slave at her complete, tender mercies deeply excited the vixen. He'd willingly given himself to be hers to do with as she wished, and she deeply loved him for the gift of his total, absolute trust in her. After a moment of thought, she released his maleness and quickly walked to their toy cabinet. Opening the door, she retrieved a strap-on harness and a single-ended canine dildo, which she mounted to the harness. She also grabbed a bottle of lube and a special cock ring, and then walked back to her bound pet, stepping into the harness as she went. After pulling the straps up over her hips and cinching the harness snugly in place, she gave the dildo a good coating of lube.

Reaching down to the side of the bondage chair, she depressed a latch, unlocking the chair, and pivoted it back slowly until Fox's back was horizontal and his rump was elevated. She then released another lever and raised each leg brace until Fox's knees were almost against his chest and his feet were pointing straight up. When she unbuckles the front of his butt plug harness, slipped the front ring off his pouch and erect maleness, and pulled the butt plug out of his rear, Fox's tail began to wag in excited, hopeful anticipation.

Krystal slipped the cock ring down around his maleness and nestled it behind his jewels. She then gripped each side of his hips, lined up the dildo against his anal opening, and felt a burst of joy from her pet. In one smooth thrust, she sank fully into her slave's back passage, drawing a grunt out of him, which quickly turned to a muffled moan.

Fox blissfully reveled in his mistress' loving attention, and absolutely loved how deeply she was penetrating him because of the position he was in. With each deep thrust past his prostate, the tod panted through his nose. His erect maleness already dribbling, his knot quickly swelled to its fullest. He could feel his impending peak coming quickly and thought out to his wife. " __Krystal, Please....I don't want it to be over so soon."

Krystal sank her dildo fully into her vulpine and leaned forward, resting her full weight on Fox. Curling a finger in his collar's front D-ring and giving it a firm tug, she pressed her muzzle against the side of his hooded head and gave a sultry growl. "You have no say as to when you cum, Slave. You will give me your seed when I say you do."

Hearing his mistress assert her dominance over him so strongly sent Fox's mind reeling and made his heart pound. That delicious tightness built up in his loins to a crescendo, but instead of climaxing, he felt a light but distracting tingling sensation from the cock ring around his testicles that kept his climax at bay. And before he could recover from the near climax, Fox felt her claws sink into his legs and the dildo resume long, powerful strokes into his back passage.

For the next twenty minutes, Krystal kept up the pace, undulating her hips in strong powerful strokes that drove her dildo deep into her enslaved tod. Fox was repeatedly brought to the brink, but was never allowed to achieve his peak, having realized that she had slipped an orgasm-suppressing cock ring on him. That insidious little device would send small electrical shocks that would block nerve impulses between his prostate and his brain each time he came close to having an orgasm. Delirious with need, Fox knew it was pointless to beg. She had total control over his body and there was nothing he could do about it. And in his deeply submissive mind, that made it all the more wonderful.

Through their telepathic bond, Krystal was also experiencing his frustration and was desperate herself. She gave his rear one more hard thrust and then lay her full weight on his front while sinking fully into his rear. After giving his nose a slow, drawn-out lick, Krystal pressed her muzzle against the side of his hooded head and said in a husky voice, "I can feel now desperate you are to climax."

"Mmmff-mmfff" Fox whined and nodded. " __Oh Spirits yes! I so much want to cum...but...my body is yours."

Krystal kissed her beloved slave's nose and withdrew, slowly pulling out of his rear. Fox whimpered needfully for a brief moment until his vixen took his butt plug and reinserted it inside his dripping wet tail hole. She then buckled the butt plug harness back in place, including the front ring which now sat over and around the orgasm-suppressing cock ring.

With a press of two levers, the leg braces were lowered and the chair rocked back into a sitting position. Krystal eyed hungrily his glistening maleness. Fox was delirious with need, and feeling his desperation through their bond was driving her to distraction. She was not ready to grant him the sexual release he so badly wanted, but decided to share with him hers.

Fox squirmed a bit in his tight bindings and whined, yearning for his mistress' touch, even if she didn't give him the climax he was aching for. His whole being quivered with anticipation when he felt her fingers on his inner thighs move up to his crotch. Krystal's mischievous laughter filtered through the layers of his slave's hood when he gave a muffled groan of frustration as her hands wormed up his inner legs and on to his hips without touching his maleness. He felt those hands work up his sides and her chest press against his front. This was soon followed by her corseted waist and hips being pressed against his front and her legs straddling above his hips and bound legs.

He began to pant excitedly through his nose when he felt her hot slit rub against his achingly hard maleness, coating it with her nectar. Krystal read in his mind what he was desperately hoping was about to happen and she had no intentions to dash those hopes. With a shift and rotation of her hips, Fox's loving mistress dragged her nethers against his erection and then sat back, engulfing his full length down to his crotch fur.

Fox gave a muffled cry of joy around his gag and went limp. After being teased for such a long time, feeling his erect maleness being sheathed into his vixen's silky warmth felt more wonderful than anything else. He felt her shift and press her hands against his chest. The next moment, her tight warm passage began sliding up and down his length, and Fox felt a perfect happiness as her slave.

Krystal continued to undulate up and down, savoring the fullness of his length. Both already deeply aroused by his prolonged edging, Krystal reached her peak the moment she felt his knot begin to swell within her. Fox's knot in turn swelled to its fullest the moment his wife's orgasm rushed through their bond. His whine of pleasure echoed hers as he once again experienced a vixen's climax, but the rise to his own peak was this time interrupted by the devious ring encircling his testicles.

Fox groaned, both blissfully happy and frustrated. This was his wildest, deepest, darkest fantasy come true. He was bound, helpless, and being pleasured and tormented at the same time by his loving mistress. There was nothing he could do about it, and he did not want to be anywhere else. For the next hour, Krystal kept her slave on the brink while she repeatedly drove herself to orgasm again and again, never letting his knot shrink.

With her final climax, Krystal went limp and lay on her bound slave, exhausted and sighing happily in a profound afterglow. Fox panted through his nose, feeling exhausted. Though still pent up, he basked contentedly under her caresses. Nearly a half-hour later, when his knot finally shrank enough, Krystal slowly eased off his still painfully erect maleness and stood on shaky legs next to her bound slave. Even as she watched, Fox's erection began to soften, and yet she felt through her bond with him an unpleasant ache in her crotch.

Frowning, Krystal knelt between his splayed legs and carefully ran her fingers along his shrinking length. Her intimate touch slowed its retreat into his sheath and was pleasurable to him, but it did nothing to ease that mysterious ache she was feeling. She inspected his orbs and noticed that they seemed larger than usual, almost swollen. When she gently cupped them in her hand, Fox whimpered piteously and Krystal winced, feeling the spike of pain resonate in her own crotch. Quickly rummaging through her soulmate's memories, she discovered the colloquial term of 'blue balls' and understood what it meant. Her frown of concern quickly turned to a smile full of love when she realized how simple the cure was.

Quickly standing, Krystal raced up the spiral stairs to their bedroom, retrieved her husband's knot sleeve from his nightstand, and quickly returned. She settled down once again between her slave's legs, and without further delay took his length into her warm muzzle. Fox moaned weakly around his gag. Though exhausted, he would never tire of his wife's oral pleasuring. Krystal focused all her attention on his resurging erection. She slowly bobbed her head up and down while cupping her tongue under his length and pressing it against her ridged palette. With her lips tightly sealed around his maleness, her gentle suction was unrelenting.

After several minutes of orally pleasuring her slave, she could feel that his knot was about to begin to swell. She sank her head down around his length, and held still. While she continued to nurse on his length, Krystal carefully loosened the orgasm-suppressing cock ring, stretching it as much as she could to pull it over his painfully swollen testicles. She let his length slip out of her muzzle just long enough to remove the cock ring and replace it with the silicone knot sleeve before she resumed sucking him.

With the metal ring of his butt plug harness still around the base of his pouch, Fox had not realized that the orgasm-suppressing cock ring had been removed. But as pent up as he now was, it didn't detract from how wonderful her warm, wet, suckling muzzle felt around his achingly hard length. He did not even try to squirm against his tight bindings, but instead joyfully surrendered himself totally to her oral ministrations. Knowing how much he loved it when she drew out his pleasure, Krystal took her time to build him up.

That familiar exquisite tightness in his loins that signaled an impending climax built up so slowly that Fox at first was not sure if he was getting close. But his knot felt like it was the fullest, hardest it had ever been, and her nursing was slow and unrelenting, keeping him on the brink. At any moment, he was expecting that cock ring to send a small jolt through his loins to prevent him from reaching his peak, but the tightness kept building, further than it had since is enslavement that afternoon. Fox's breathing quickened and it suddenly dawned on him just moments before it happened that she had removed the orgasm suppressor.

With a drawn out muffled scream, Fox's loins were engulfed in an incredibly long, powerful spasm. And Krystal screamed like a tod around her throbbing mouthful, nearly overwhelmed by the powerful explosion of intense pleasure she felt surging through her telepathic bond with her soulmate. She was barely able to keep sucking her slave, but managed to maintain a tight seal around his length while she swallowed that first massive mouthful of his essence gushing down her throat.

With the rhythmic stimulation of his mistress' swallowing throat, Fox's loins contracted a second time to deliver another powerful ejaculation of his seed, filling her muzzle again. She swallowed this second load even while she undulated her muzzle and throat around his length to prolong his well-deserved orgasm. Fox's engorged gonads yielded ten more loads, each feeding nearly equally large mouthfuls of his essence to his vixen.

Krystal kept suckling and swallowing through her slave's prolonged climax, only becoming still when she felt his length become hypersensitive. Her ragged breath matching that of her bondmate, she kept his length fully sheathed in her muzzle with her nose pressed firmly against the knot sleeve and let the rest of his essence pool on her tongue. Neither his length nor his knot softened in that brief respite, and when she swallowed around his length and felt through their bond that he was no longer overly sensitive, she resumed orally pleasuring her slave.

And Fox, to his utter astonishment, felt that same delicious tightness quickly build up in his loins and within seconds howled into his gag, a second series of powerful spasms exploding through his length. Krystal was equally surprised to be bringing her lover to a second climax right after his first one, but was overjoyed and eagerly swallowed eight more times his gift to her while she furiously worked her tongue and muzzle around his throbbing length. At the end of his second round, his length became painfully sensitive and Krystal was careful to not stimulate him further while keeping him comfortably warm in her muzzle. In the minute that followed, his length and knot still did not softened, and Krystal smiled and hummed around her mouthful and knew she was not done yet milking her pet.

When she resumed nursing on his length and also bobbing her head up and down to further pleasure him, Fox moaned loudly around his gag. Never in his life had he experienced multiple orgasms in such quick successions, and already he could feel himself getting close to a third one. That wonderful tightness in his loins came rushing back when she gently cupped and massaged his jewels. Within seconds, Fox again joyfully screamed as his world was rocked by a third series of spasms, delivering four more, though significantly smaller, loads into his vixen's muzzle.

Fully drained, his knot quickly softened and his sensitive length retreated from his vixen's muzzle and back into its sheath. Still kneeling between her lover's legs, she loosened the straps going through his leg and thigh cuffs and then stood up and loosened the remaining bindings until Fox sat freely in his bondage chair. Krystal helped her pet to his feet and guided him to the bed, where she curled up with him, spooning him from behind. Fox felt incredibly exhausted, his whole body suffused in the deepest afterglow of his life. And laying there in his wife's arms, with her hands caressing him intimately, Fox felt so completely fulfilled, loved, and cared for that he didn't think he'd ever want his freedom back.

It was with these thoughts of unending servitude that he whimpered when he felt his mistress begin to loosen his collar. Sensing his sadness, Krystal frowned while she finished removing his collar, and then unbuckled this muzzle, letting it slide off his snout while she loosened the laces in his hood. She then shifted in the bed to make him roll around to face her and slid the hood off his head and removed his ear plugs. Fox lay there, looking at his mistress with his ears laid back and such a forlorn expression that Krystal was shaken by the sight. "Fox, what's wrong?"

Fox sighed and withdrew his mouth guard gag from his muzzle. He looked longingly at the rubber mouth piece in his hand and at his collar in his wife's hands. "I...what you've done for me was so wonderful....When you took my collar off....I didn't want it to end....but I can't ask you to keep me as your slave all the time."

Krystal was deeply touched by her soulmate's heartfelt desire. "Awww. That's so sweet of you, but can't you tell that I loved being your mistress?"

Fox frowned. "But you said you didn't like to be called that."

"But don't you know...." With a dawning realization, Krystal laughed and gently gripped his head. Bringing his forehead against hers, she mentally spoke to him. " __Oh Foxy. You're still focusing inwards. Come on now, let yourself read my mind and emotions and you'll see there's nothing to be sad about."

Fox let himself focus on her memories of their bondage session. To his astonishment and joy, he discovered how much his vixen loved taking on the dominant role. "That's right, my dear Pet. While I do not like to be addressed as 'Mistress' I do love taking on that role, and am deeply touched that you'd want to become my slave permanently."

Fox's heart soared with happiness. He placed his hands behind her head and drew her into a deep kiss. "Oh my beloved Kurisutaru. Nothing would make me happier."

Krystal's joy mirrored her husband's and she happily responded to his passionate kiss. While their muzzles were locked together, she slipped the leather slave collar back around her tod's neck and felt such a strong burst of joy surging from him through their bond that she was moved to tears. She broke the kiss and rested her forehead against her soulmate's. "I'd love to keep you as my slave for the rest of our lives, but we both know that that is not practical since we have a life and friends outside of our dungeon."

"Yes. You do have a point." Fox conceded. "I guess my submissive desires were getting ahead of my sense of reason."

"Yes, they were, but I'll happily accept your perpetual servitude for the rest of the weekend."

Fox melted into his vixen's arms and welcoming embrace. "I would very much love that."

Krystal petted her pet fox and the two snuggled and kissed each other for a short while longer before they sat up together and got out of bed. Krystal took his hood, muzzle/blindfold, and mouth guard gag in one hand. With her other hand, she curled a finger through the front D-ring of her slave's collar and led him to their toy cabinet. After putting away the hood and its attachments, she withdrew the head and muzzle harness he wore for their very first bondage session where she anally deflowered him. Seeing his tail wag made Krystal laugh in delight at his eagerness.

Fox stood still and smiled back happily while his mistress fitted the straps around his head and muzzle and buckled them securely in place. When she picked up bright red rubber ball with the attachment points for the muzzle straps, Fox opened his mouth, ready and eager to be gagged. Krystal could not help but giggle. "Oh Foxy. I can't have you gagged all the time, especially if I want to spend more time kissing you. Maybe later, when I want to keep you from talking back to me, you naughty Pet."

Fox looked down bashfully and nodded. "What should we do now? Should I focus inward again?"

Krystal shook her head._ "I'll tell you when to stop reading my thoughts. So please stay and make yourself at home in my head, and let's go upstairs, have dinner, and relax since I've drained your balls so thoroughly."_

Fox giggled and nodded while following his mistress up the spiral stairs. "No kidding! That was the strongest orgasm I've ever had, and Spirits, you made me have three in a row! It was so worth having the worst case of blue balls ever."

_"And delicious too! You fed me so much of your essence. It was a feast!" _ Krystal then let loose with a loud belch just when they had reached the top of the stairs. _"I rest my case." _ And both broke into fits of giggles.

Fox wiped a stray tear of laughter from the corner of his eye and hugged his mistress, caressing her corseted waist. "You're terrible!" He then rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed. "And so beautiful, sexy, and wonderful. You're so good to me."

Krystal could sense her vulpine getting emotional and gave his ear a loving smooch. "And I'll take good care of you, my beloved Slave."

Krystal led Fox past the kitchen, where she saw ROB-48 scrubbing the counters. "ROB, we'd like a nice dinner prepared. Some smoked fish and vegetables for myself and oysters for my husband."

"Affirmative, Missus McCloud," acknowledged their robot servant as he began working. "The requested meal will be ready in 24 minutes, 37 seconds."

"Thank you ROB. We'll have the meal in the nook as usual," she commanded.

"Affirmative. Missus McCloud."

Krystal turned to her husband and smiled coyly. "I want my slave to have plenty of his essence to feed me again. Come now, my Pet." She commanded him while sauntering off to the living room with an alluring sway of her hips and tail. The arousing sight made Fox's heart flutter and started blood flowing again to his sheath. "ROB, please double my portion of oysters," he said in a hushed voice before hurrying after his beautiful mistress.

For the next 23 minutes, they snuggled in the living room, exploring the familiar landscape of each other's bodies. For most of that time, Krystal kept one hand on her slave's pouch and gently massaged his jewels while keeping his muzzle pressed under her cleavage. Fox breathed deeply the scent of her sweat and musk and of her leather corset, losing himself in the soft fur of her breasts. His vixen had just managed to coax his erection out of its sheath when ROB-48 came to the living room and announced that their dinner was ready.

Fox groaned, reluctant to leave the haven of his vixen's cleavage. "Dammit! Not now."

Krystal snickered and kept her slave's muzzle pressed into her cleavage a few seconds longer. After he had taken one more deep breath of her scent through his nose, she tugged on his collar to draw him away. _"Alright, Pet. There will be plenty of that later." _ She then had an idea and gave his erect maleness a firm squeeze while drawing her dazed husband away from the heady scent of her chest. "ROB, bring us four carabiners from our bedroom."

"Affirmative, Missus McCloud."

With his vixen's firm grip on his length, Fox let himself be led to the corner nook where their dinner awaited. ROB-48 had returned and handed the carabiners to Krystal. On the circular table her smoked fish dinner sat in one plate. In the other plate sat nothing but a large mound of slimy, raw oysters in their shells. "ROB, why aren't my oysters cooked?" Fox complained.

ROB-48 replied in his usual monotone. "Studies in mammalian sexual performance indicate that oysters have a higher concentration of D-aspartic acid and N-methyl-D-aspartate when raw, which are most effective in enhancing testosterone production in males."

Fox's lower jaw dropped at hearing his robotic servant's dry pronouncement on the enhancement of his hormone levels from the shell fish delicacy. Krystal laughed and drew her fox's attention back to her. "Alright Foxy. Let's get you fed."

Knowing what she intended to do, Fox sat down in his chair with his arms crossed horizontally behind his back. He eyed the pile of oyster shells on his plate with some misgivings while she bound his wrist and elbow cuffs to D-rings in the back of his harness.

Krystal pulled her chair around to sit in front of her slave. Turning briefly to her plate, she took a bite out of her smoked fish then picked up an oyster shell and brought it to vulpine's lips. Fox slurped the raw shellfish meat and grimaced, and Krystal experienced through their bond the confusing sensation of enjoying the taste of the oyster and her husband's displeasure from that same taste.

"Ugh. That was weird." Fox thought to his vixen. "That tasted gross, and yet I just experienced your enjoyment of the taste."

Sympathetically, Krystal mentally asked. "Would you like me to have ROB-48 cook them?"

Fox smiled ruefully back at his mistress. "Like ROB said in his scientific way, oysters will make me hornier when eaten raw." _ His smile then softened and Krystal felt the adoration and devotion well up from his heart and mind. **"And I will do anything to please you, my beloved mistress who brings me to such heights of pleasure as I have never imagined."_**

In response, Krystal yanked on his collar to draw him forward, mashed her muzzle against his in a forceful, muzzle-locking kiss, and sent a powerful burst of her love surging into his mind. Fox whined and was further overwhelmed by the intensity of her love for him when he felt her fingers wrap around his maleness.

Breaking the kiss and leaving her pet in a besotted daze, Krystal took another bite from her smoked fish dinner and then picked up another oyster shell, all the while keeping a firm grip on his erect maleness. Fox dutifully slurped up the slimy, raw shellfish meat, doing his best to keep his nose from wrinkling.

Some of the juices from the oyster coated Krystal's fingers and the vixen noticed how oily it made them. With a grin, she let go of her slave's erection and using that same hand wrapped her fingers around another oyster shell, letting the slimy meat slide between her fingers before feeding it to her submissive tod. She then wrapped her now oily fingers around his stiff erection and began to slowly masturbate him.

Fox moaned blissfully and thought. _"Spirits! If this is your idea of positive reinforcement, I'll gladly eat all the raw oysters you want to feed me." _ And Krystal did, bringing one oyster shell after another to his lips. With each raw oyster he swallowed, his mistress would slide her slick fingers up and down his length in long, firm strokes while she took another bit out of her own fish dinner. She brought her vulpine to the brink of a climax twice, letting go of his erection on both occasions to deny him his release.

And Fox loved every moment of it, even as he groaned with each denied orgasm. Krystal by then had finished eating her dinner, but Fox still had half a plate of raw oysters to go. She kept sliding her fingers along his length and with her other hand brought another oyster shell up to his lips and was surprised by the relish with which her slave slurped up the slimy meat. "You must be developing an acquired taste, Foxy."

Fox groaned and nodded. _"I guess I am...Oh Spirits! That feels so good." _ Driven by his wife's pleasuring hand, he eagerly swallowed one raw oyster after another, already feeling their aphrodisiacal effects on his libido. With the last oyster down his throat, Fox panted and eyed his mistress hungrily.

Seeing her husband's inflamed gaze upon her, Krystal decided to stoke his burning desire further. While locking eyes with her slave, she brought her slick hand up to her muzzle and slowly licked and sucked on her fingers. It had the desired effect on Fox as the tod lurched forward in his chair and stretched out his muzzle towards those fingers.

His mistress laughed softly and pressed her other hand against his chest. _"Ah-ah! Down boy!" _ Fox then saw in her mind what she wanted to do next, and immediately let himself be pushed back into his chair and moved his knees apart to make room for her. He gazed down, riveted by the sight of his mistress taking his length into her muzzle to suck and lick him clean of the oyster juices. Hearing her noisily make slurping, smacking sounds and feeling her tongue and palette curl and rub along this length was driving him mad with passion.

Fox found himself grateful that his arms were bound behind him or he'd have been unable to keep himself from grabbing his vixen's head to forcefully hump her muzzle until he reached his peak. As it was, he still at times found it hard to believe that she was willing and eager to fellate him so much. The nerves in his maleness were singing with unbridled pleasure, but when she began to fondle his sac, he felt his impending climax come quicker than expected and shouted. "Krystal!! Stop!!"

Krystal immediately let go of his crotch and ceased her oral pleasuring upon hearing his panicked plea. "Deep breaths....relax..." _ She watched her lover bite his lower lip and take slow, deep breaths while he struggled to fight off the orgasm that threatened to overtake him. After almost a minute, he went limp and sighed. _"Spirits, that was close...." _ His pained expression met her sympathetic gaze. _"Dearest, you've made me so incredibly horny....I don't think I'll be able to stop myself again....Please, can I wear the orgasm-suppressing cock ring until you are ready to let me cum?"

Krystal purred and kissed her pet in a slow, sensual way, biting his lower lip. "Oooh. Such a good slave you are. I'm going to turn your balls blue."

Fox closed his eyes and groaned. "What have I gotten myself into?" He swallowed nervously and yipped when Krystal tugged firmly on his collar, leading him back to their bedroom. He soon found himself on their bed, pinned under his wife, with his head enclosed between her thighs and her slit pressed against his nose while she suckled on his length. Immersed in the heady, musky scent of aroused vixen, Fox licked the intoxicating nectar coating his nose and dripping onto his tongue. Combined with the aphrodisiac dinner he had been fed, along with her oral pleasuring, he was soon in a delirious state of near orgasmic release, unable to reach the summit with the orgasm suppressor back around the base of his pouch.

Krystal's groans matched that of her slave. His ever-growing desperate need was compounded by her own. Though not intentional at first, Fox had decided to refrain from bringing her to her own peak. Whenever he felt her getting close, he would stop dragging his tongue through her slit. They had been edging each other now for over an hour and both were going mad with desire. His maleness was now constantly dribbling fluid on her tongue as she suckled him, and his knot was the most swollen she'd ever seen. When she gently cupped her husband's engorged orbs, she winced and whimpered with him, and decided that her husband had been teased enough.

When his vixen released his achingly hard maleness and rolled off of him, he began squirming on the bed, tugging at his wrist and arm cuffs that had kept his arms pinned against his sides. Without her muzzle keeping his maleness warm and stimulated, his knot quickly shrank, but his erection remained. His eyes were drawn to her hands as they freed him from the orgasm-suppressing cock ring, wincing when she stretched it past his painfully engorged testicles. His elevated testosterone levels were bringing out his more aggressive attributes which now warred with his submissiveness. He gazed up at his wife kneeling next to him with a burning hunger for his mate with only one thought.

Krystal gasped when an image of what he wanted to do flashed through her mind. It sent a shiver of excitement running through her and made her nethers so wet that she was staining the silk sheets. Krystal cupped a hand over her crotch, letting her juices pool in her gloved hand and coat her fingers. She then smeared her hand over the end of Fox's muzzle to further inflame his passion with her scent.

When he felt her other hand unclip his wrist and arm cuffs from his harness, Fox inhaled deeply the strong, musky scent, letting it stoke the fires of his desires. He sat up and followed her nectar-soaked hand when she pulled away. He then watched her roll onto her back, pull her legs up to her chest, and point her boots upwards. "Mmmm. You are amazing."

Krystal's tail slowly wagged back and forth on the bed sheets and the vixen whimpered needfully "Come on Foxy. Give it to your mistress." She then pulled back on her legs further, causing her rump to lift invitingly.

Fox's breath caught in his throat at the sight of her dripping wet slit just begging to be filled by his own desperate need to fill it. He quickly grabbed both pillows and slid them under her rump to keep it elevated. He then knelt between her upturned legs and plunged his full length into her hot, silky depths. Both groaned at the telepathically shared wonderful pleasure of being fully sheathed inside her and being fully filled by him.

Fox wrapped his arms around Krystal's upturned legs and leaned forward to press himself more fully into his vixen. He then pulled most of his length out and immediately rammed back in. Driven by her intoxicating scent coating his nose and muzzle, by the effects of the aphrodisiac he had eaten, and by his prolonged teasing, Fox pounded his vixen in strong, powerful strokes.

Krystal cried out in joy and shouted out loud her encouragement. "Yes!...Unf...Oh!...Yes! Give...Unf....it to....Mmmm...ME!" Fox's knot quickly expanded to its fullest, tying them together. Having both been kept on edge this long, neither lasted long before they were overtaken by their shared pleasure pushing them quickly to their peaks. With a long, drawn out grunt bordering on a scream, Fox rammed his length fully into his vixen and ground his knot against her sweet spot. Krystal's eyes rolled back in her head and her whole body convulsed from the climatic pleasure claiming her.

Tod and vixen remained lock together, his length throbbing repeatedly through multiple powerful spasms while she quaked with each of them. After an incredibly long minute, Fox felt the rhythmic pulses going through his loins begin to abate and started thrusting quickly in short, powerful strokes while still knotted to his vixen. Within seconds, a second set of powerful spasms went surging through his maleness. Krystal's own orgasms did not slow down and were made even more intense by her soulmate's pleasure surging through their bond. With Fox's second climax, the feedback loop of pleasure become too much for the vixen and she passed out, and was soon joined by her lover.

Consciousness slowly returned to both the tod and vixen. The first thing they became aware of was that they were sprawled on their sides. Fox's head was laying on Krystal's left leg, near her knee while her right leg was draped over his head. His right arm was on the mattress above his head while his left arm was still curled over her right leg. His own legs were bent back behind him, resting on their bed. Krystal herself felt Fox's head resting between her legs while her arms were curled in front of her. She could feel an ache in her tail and realized that Fox was laying on top of it.

That discomfort was felt by the tod through their mental bond, and he shifted to ease the pressure on her tail. It was then that both realized that while her rump was resting against his crotch, they were no longer joined by his knot, which had shrunk along with his maleness and slipped back into its sheath. Both of them got up and looked at each other and down at their bed, seeing pools of fluid staining the sheets and more dripping from Krystal's slit. Fox's crotch was no better. "The bed's a mess." Fox said mentally to his vixen, who thought back. "So are we."

Both burst into fits of giggles, a sense of fulfillment and joy flowing in both directions through their bond. Krystal sat on the bed and took her gloves and boots off. _"A nice warm shower sounds like a wonderful idea now, and I need to let my leather air out." _ Fox reached up and ran a finger along his collar, its comforting weight a reminder of his sexual enslavement.

Krystal could sense his reluctance to take it off. _"Our leather is waterproof, Pet." _ She laughed in delight when his tail wagged. She stood up and reached behind herself to loosen her corset laces. _"I'll still need to take mine off though to wash properly, and I think you could use a break from that butt plug too." _ Her corset was soon loosened and on the carpeted floor at her feet. Krystal lifted her arms above her and stretched, and giggled at seeing herself through her soulmate's eyes that were drinking in her beauty. She looked back over her shoulder and swayed her hips towards him, reminding him of one of the many reasons why he loved her so much. Butt pug removed and shower taken, Krystal slipped into a leather teddy that made her feel alluring and pleasing to her beloved's eyes.

Fox happily spent the remainder of their long weekend as his mistress' pleasure slave. Many more hours over multiple sessions were spent in their private dungeon where Fox would be at her tender mercies, letting her torment him and push him to new heights of pleasure, both physically and mentally. And each time, Fox was left wanting for more, and devoted all his energies to serving his mistress. No matter what she did to him, he felt safe and cared for under her dominant control.

Krystal herself loved every moment of it, relishing the power she had over her slave while at the same time cherishing his total submission and trust in her. She loved wearing her corset, boots, gloves, and collar, and loved the effect this dominatrix outfit had on her beloved pet. Fox happily let himself become her plaything and she delighted in finding new ways to make him whimper and cry out in ecstasy and frustration. His total devotion to her left her feeling flattered and at times deeply moved, and she wanted nothing more than to find new ways to intensify his pleasure.

On the last night of their weekend together as mistress and slave, Fox was feeling slightly melancholy. He was still wearing his leather harness and cuffs. He traced his fingers along his collar and thought of how he was going to miss its presence around his neck the following morning. Krystal had just come out of her meditation alcove and could sense her husband's feelings. "You'll be fine, Dearest. As much as I can sense your regret that your enslavement will be ending tomorrow, I also sense in you that you are looking forward to teaching the new recruits that Husky Squadron has prepared for us."

Fox smiled fondly at his wife. "I know. Kurisutaru, this has been an incredibly wonderful experience, and I look forward to the time when I can again be your devoted slave." His eyes widened when she sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her leather boots back on. Krystal then stood up and fitted her corset about her waist, and with expert fingers pulled the laces tight behind her back, accentuating her already feminine figure. She then fitted her collar about her neck, linked the three straps from her collar to the top front edge of her corset, and pulled on her long leather gloves. When Fox saw her pick up his butt plug harness, he quickly got out of bed and bent over, presenting his rear to his mistress.

Krystal smiled at her slave's eagerness and loved hearing his hum of pleasure when she lubed his back passage and slipped his butt plug back inside him. After securing it in place with its harness, she picked up his leather slave hood and muzzle/gag, which had been left on her nightstand from a previous bondage session. "Back in bed, my Pet, and don't focus your mind inward. I want you to see what I see when I put this on you this time."

Fox sat still on the bed while his mistress temporarily removed his collar and fitted him with his hood, making sure as always that his ears were laying comfortably flat against his head under the leather head cover. Once the laces were cinched snugly behind his head, she fitted his collar back in place. Fox opened his mouth and eagerly accepted the gag she fed him, and hummed when she pulled the muzzle and blindfold over his snout and face. For the first time, Fox saw himself through his soulmate's eyes while he was hooded and blindfolded. _ "Oh my! I can see why you love seeing me like this."_

_"Oh yes. I love seeing you so helpless and vulnerable, and feeling your emotions when you are like this." _ Krystal got into bed, fully dress in her dominatrix outfit, and drew her pet into her arms, spooning him from behind and closed her eyes. "Goodnight, my dearest and beloved slave and husband."

With his vixen closing her eyes, Fox was left blind, but as always felt safe in her arms, making the whole experience all the more special. With a contented sigh, Fox drifted off to sleep. "Goodnight, my dearest Kurisutaru...."

Krystal drifted awake in the gloom of their bedroom. They had both gone to bed early. So she wasn't surprised that she'd wake up with the sky outside their bedroom window still black with the stars shining through. A look at their clock on their nightstand revealed that it was still two hours before the light outside would begin to take on a crepuscular glow.

She gazed down at her husband, who was still sound asleep. His mind was peaceful and his dreams were pleasant and trouble-free. It had been many weeks now since she had to even do anything to keep them from being unpleasant. Content in their marital bliss, her soulmate had finally become truly free of his old nightmares. Ironically, this was one of the few nights where their shared dreams had not been erotic. This was not surprising to her. After an extended weekend of nearly constant sexual play, they both had gone to bed very much sated.

Seeing her husband in his slave hood and leather fetters still stirred feelings of love and desire in her, and she looked forward to more nights of erotic dreams and nocturnal love-making. They had given complete, unrestricted permission to each other's bodies, either awake or asleep, and Fox had delighted in taking advantage of the full access she had given him, especially while she slept. He had licked her to climax and frequently made love to her while she slumbered through erotic dreams induced by his loving attention. She especially loved waking in mid-orgasm with her lover above her, driving himself deep between her legs.

She of course had loved reciprocating the attention and had sucked, and rode his maleness while he slept. Waking up that night, before their outing to River Rapids, to find herself suckling on his erection had been really special too. And she had found enjoyment since then in occasionally curling up under the sheets and nursing on his length while she slept. The one thing she realized she hadn't done for her tod though was actually mount him with her strap-on dildo in his sleep. Krystal quietly giggled to herself, finding the idea absolutely delightful, and knowing that her vulpine would love to be taken in such a way.

Very carefully so as not to wake him, she slowly got out of bed, leaving him curled up on his side where he had fallen asleep hours before. She went to her dresser drawer and quietly extracted her strap-on harness and decided upon a double-ended dildo so that he could also feel her pleasure through their bond. Securing the dildo into its harness and lubing both ends, she pulled the straps up to her hips and guided the inner dildo into her sex, savoring the full feeling it gave her.

With a firm tug of the straps, she turned to consider her submissive husband who was sleeping on his side. She needed him on his front for her idea to work, and didn't want to risk waking him by rolling him from his side-sleeping position. After a moment, she smiled at the idea that came to her and focused her telepathy on her tod, taking control of his dream.

Fox was flying through the air, laughing with joy at feeling the air rushing through his fur. Below him, he saw the water slides of River Rapids and decided to land and visit his friends. When his feet touched the grass, nobody was around, and yet his mind was filled with her warm presence that sent love flowing through his soul.

He heard her musical voice call out. "Oh Foxy, it's time for your flight physical exam." Turning around, he saw a doorway to a white building open. Fox recognized Krystal's voice coming from within the building and followed it. Upon entering, he found himself standing in a white hallway, and at the end, standing next to an open door, was his wife, wearing a skimpy white latex nurse's dress that was so short that it barely hid her crotch, and so tight that it brought into sharp relief her alluring feminine figure and chest.

"Hello Flyboy. It's time for your biennial physical exam." she said in a husky voice.

Fox licked his lips and approached his nurse. "It is?"

"MmmMmm. Into the examination room, Gorgeous."

When Fox walked in, he found a large soft bed instead of the usual hard vinyl covered examination bed. He turned to his nurse who smiled and said in a sing-song voice. "Up on the bed."

Fox saw no reason to question her and did as she asked. "That's it. Now lay on your side and curl up your legs."

Both the waking Krystal and Nurse Krystal then stroked his sides. _ "That's it. Relax now."_

Fox took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Good boy. Now stretch out your legs."

_Fox did so, coaxed by his nurses caressing hands. _Krystal looked down at her sleeping vulpine, and smiled when his legs stretched out, just like he was doing in his dream.

"There you go. Now let's get a sperm sample, shall we?" She cooed while gently cupping his jewels.

Krystal smiled and hummed quietly while watching his erection slowly come out of its sheath. When it was fully extended, she slid his silicone masturbation sleeve down around his length.

Fox panted happily when his nurse slipped the sperm collecting sleeve down over his maleness.

"Good. Now roll over onto your front."

With some coaxing from his nurse, Fox slowly rolled onto his front and rested his head on his pillow. Krystal eased her sleeping husband onto his front like he was doing in his dream.

"Good boy." she cooed. "Now it's time for your prostate exam. Are you going to lift your tail like a good pet?"

Fox was happily letting his nurse put him under her spell and willingly lifted his tail. To his dream mind, it was perfectly reasonable that his nurse would examine his prostate in this way. When he felt her hands dig into his rump, Fox reflexively arched his back and lifted his rear.

Krystal knelt on the bed between her husband's legs. Just like in his dream, he had raised his rear. She carefully unclipped his butt plug harness and slowly pulled his upraised tail through the ring.

Fox heard the snap of rubber gloves and felt her fingers slip into his rear. His anal muscles immediately relaxed, welcoming his nurses probing fingers.

Krystal slowly pulled the anal toy out of his relaxed rear.

"Oooh. We are going to have to probe more deeply." Nurse Krystal assessed. She kneaded his rump and spread his glutes further apart.

Krystal gently pressed the end of her strap-on dildo against the entrance to his rear passage. With little resistance, his anal muscles relaxed, letting the end of the toy slip in. When his rear reflexively raised itself, she surged forward and sank the toy fully into her sleeping submissive in one smooth stroke.

In his dream, Fox felt the anal probe sink deeply into his rear passage and groaned. "Oh yes...Deeper please, Nurse."

Krystal's sleeping pet gave a muffled moan around his gag, a moan that she echoed. With each forward thrust of her hips, she could feel the inner dildo slide deeper into her.

Fox panted through his nose. Each time the anal probe pressed deeply into him, he'd feel his maleness being pushed deeper into its sperm-collecting tube and feel a wonderful fullness penetrate his sex in the front.

Krystal hummed and whined at feeling not only the dildo sliding against her sweet spot, but also the intense anal and male pleasures rushing through her from the mindlink with her tod. She continued to make love to her slumbering vulpine, making him moan through his gag while being his sexy nurse in his dream. "That's it, Flyboy. We must make sure your prostate is healthy."

Fox panted and grunted each time his nurse's anal probe massaged his prostate. He had never cared for medical exams, but she was quickly changing his mind. "Yes Nurse....Oh!....Harder!"

When she fulfilled his hope and began to pound his rear, Fox whined joyfully. His medical exam became even more pleasurable when the anal probe began to feel thicker, applying pressure against his male g-spot, which in turn made his own knot quickly swell.

Nurse Krystal was very pleased with her patient. "Oh yes. That's a very healthy prostate. You're passing your exam with flying colors, Handsome! We just need to collect that sperm sample and we'll be done."

Fox wanted to do nothing more than please his nurse and eagerly rocked forward into his sperm collector each time she thrusted the probe into his rear. Feeling his maleness and knot slide through the slick silicone on long, smooth strokes quickly brought the tod to his peak.

And Fox awoke to the scent of leather encapsulating his head and rubber filling his muzzle while throbbing strongly into a tight, silky, lubricated sleeve and a firm length pounding into his rear, which clenched down hard around its thickness with each spasm. Blind, gagged, and completely disoriented, he only knew that his body was being wracked by intense, male and female orgasmic pleasure rippling through his loins. It was only when he felt the weight of his wife spread on top of his back that his waking mind grasped the wonderful thing she had done to him.

Krystal herself panted while she lay sprawled on her supine husband. Her hips continued to undulate at a leisurely pace in strokes kept short by the fully inflated knots on both dildos, tying them together. She continued to make love to Fox until his anal muscles finished their rhythmic contractions and a sense of sated contentment filled his being. She then came to a full rest, slid her left arm around his chest, and rolled them both onto their right sides, with her spooning him from behind.

Fox wrapped his left arm around hers and squeezed it against his chest to reinforce the sense of security he felt, being held by his soulmate. Thanks to her telepathic influence on his mind, he could vividly recall the wonderful dream she had given him. Feeling giddy, he thought, "I think I'll need more frequent medical exams from my nurse."

Her giggle made his heart skip a beat. "That could be arranged. I should see about actually getting myself a latex nurse's uniform."

Fox whined at the thought. "Oh Spirits, Yes! It would literally be a dream come true!"

"Then I'll get one." Krystal thought to her soulmate. Pleasantly exhausted, both Fox and Krystal started to drift back to sleep, knowing that they could look forward to many more weekends filled with shared pleasure in new and exciting ways.