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Their lips met, their breaths joined as their tongue swirled and danced. The tangle was so wondrous, the taste of her lips luscious and enthralling. She had everything for her; she was everything for him.

Her delicate perfume filled his nostrils with promises of love and unfeigned attention. Her lush gray mane almost swallowed in during their horizontal waltz. And her black eyes, those irises brimming with such life, he could lose himself in it.

They were on him, poor, lithe blue Red Panda whose life and future danced in the palm of her hand. The kiss broke for an instant, a feverish moment remembered by the saliva that joined their mouths.

"Did you forget what you came for, hun?" she asked, her voice as soft as silk. She almost purred while she traced circles on his torso, stroked his teal fur covering that spot, and... Further down.

"No... I didn't. Here it is, Mistress," groaned Avery in a moan, his extended hand and lifted thumb closing on the phone. It had become so simple, so evident, so easy. Soon, the ting of a notification resonated in the apartment.

"Good girl," she cooed, extending her hand to press her palm on his chest and descend further down.

But what mattered to Avery was to feel his breath taken once by those wondrous lips. Already, the lipstick had maculated his mouth and left an evident trace on him. He ignored it, instant shivering while she worked lower on his belly, tracing circles. She was on his belly button, touching and tempting the soft skin.

Again, he lowered his thumb, and a ting echoed again in the apartment.

How much was it this time?

He didn't know, didn't care. Everything was for her, for her Mistress. He longed for her presence during work days, garnishing his bank account with all that tedious corporate work. Hours spent in front of the computer's screen were all the more worthwhile when he knew what it was for.

For her.

For her lavish existence, to save those delicate paws from any menial work, that face from frowning or bearing the weight of keeping a straight smile. For those eyes to gleam with energy and envy.

Everything was for her. And whenever he pressed that button, sent more of that money to her with that application, he felt a warmth bloom in his loin. Something unequaled.

"I didn't request it yet," she said, her voice fluttering with an ounce of surprise. Her fingers had descended lower, now a finger away from his exposed nethers. Nonetheless, he could feel her excitation as palpable as his. It pressed beneath him, beneath the lap he was sitting on. Soon, her magnificent cock would stir from her sheath and expand. Oh... He yearned for it.

"I know, Mistress. But I couldn't wait; my finger moved without my doing."

"What a vile finger. Doing things without his mistress consent."

She didn't berate him, merely commented. But he felt the tension in her words while she grabbed him below the pits and lifted him. She was so much stronger than him, and it didn't take long for her to reseat Avery. Now, they faced in the same direction while the Tanuki sat on her lap.

Her warm genitalia pressed against his plump backside while his ringed tail swayed. Excitation, envy, shame? It didn't matter as she called the actions and breathed down his ears while pulling him closer.

Closer to her plump belly, to her generous breasts, until his head sat in the cusp and her sultry voice came. Her hand moved, slowly ascending his tense arm.

"Perhaps that finger thinks it is time to finalize it," she stated, ascending over his forearm and wrist until her hand was over his. In her paw were his palm, fingers, and smartphone. And the application that still shun while awaiting approval.

Her thumb passed over his, stroking the phalange as she whispered two words: "Do it."

He pressed, and another Ting resonated. That, and a strange flutter in his groin. His testicles tickled, his dick throbbed with anticipation. It was like a jolt, or a spark, that climbed his spine to his brain until he was left breathless.

"Do it again, Hun. For your mistress," she said with her caress on his thumb became a graze.

He pressed again, followed by the Ting.

The flutter in his groin grew twofold this time, enough to make him groan and bite his lips. It was so wonderful to feel that sensation. His entire body tickled with energy, with those flashes of desires that churned in his testicles.

But a bit of shame tarnished it as he glanced at the application in the cusp of their hands.

Next thing he knew, her free hand was on his chin to keep him from looking at his balance. She held it gently while she directed Avery's gaze downward.

"Shh, let's not stop the fun now, Hun. Go on, empty yourself," she said as she nibbled on his pointy earlobe. Her breath was so relaxing.

Without peeling his eyes away from his erected shaft, dripping head, and churning testicles, Avery pressed with his thumb. Again resonated the Ting... The pleasure in his groin was threefold and so potent. He bit his lips, curled his toes, and swayed his tail. Between his legs, he saw his cock spurt with more precum. It throbbed with all that pent-up lust and energy. However, the second after, it seemed... Smaller. The foreskin seemed more loose, the tip smaller, and even his testicles were more snug in the scrotum.

"That's right, Hun. Give everything to your Mistress. This is what you want, right?" she whispered while she massaged that thumb, egged it on. It would be so easy to press again, right.

"Mistress?" whispered Avery, his red eyes fixated on his cock that seemed way below the seven inches from before. Had it always been so small? He thought to himself, biting his lips.

But that thought vanished as he pressed the thumb. Ting. Throbb. Spurt... And it looked smaller. So small.

"Yes, Hun. Do it. Give your pathetic clit away too. Your Mistress knows you want it. It feels so good, right? To give everything to me?"

Her voice was so suave, so sweet to him. Her honeyed words wormed their way into his mind and instilled that idea. They planted that seed... He could give her more than just a few amount. He could give it all, give everything to her. She deserved it, after all.

"Yes. You're right. Your Mistress deserves it. And you... You should be a penniless sissy."

It was as if she had read his mind. But she always knew what he had always needed. She was her beacon, her lighthouse, her guide.

"Yes, Mistress," he moaned while lowering his thumb again. Ting. Throb. Spurt. Smaller.

And the pleasure overtook him, swallowed his entire lower body. Whatever happened only remained the sensation of his loins burning and marked by that jolting sensation.

Again.

Thumb. Ting. Throb. Spurt. Smaller.

Thumb. Ting. Throb. Spurt. Smaller.

Thumb. Ting. Throb. Spurt. More feminine.

"Keep going, Hun. Give me everything," she egged on as he observed his dink smaller than a quarter of its previous size. The teal cock looked like a footnote, a mere detail compared to the Tanuki's expanding hips and ass, compared to the budding nipples he watched and stroked with an index. It was wonderful. He heaved, losing himself in the instant. He sank between her Mistress' breasts, swallowed whole by the Kitsune's voluptuous shape while he pressed on his thumb.

Thumb. Ting. Thumb. Ting. Thumb. Ting. Thumb. Ting. Thumb. Thumb. Thumb.

He kept pressing on the application, but nothing came. No more throbb, no more mind-melting pleasure, no more Ting.

"Oh? Already empty? It seems you didn't have much to give, Hun," she cooed from above. Her hand had departed from his, instead to reach and cup his breasts. And to touch for the bulge her massive dick formed inside his lithe body. She was inside him, and he hadn't felt a thing in his transient euphoria. He had danced in the palm of her hand, and here he was... Fucked and slowly filled by her magnificent seed.

He stretched and left her pillowy breasts to look down. He... Could barely see what he had between his legs anymore. But he could feel her fingers descend on his shaft to grip it with two fingers.

"So small, so cute. It fits you better, Hun. A perfect dicklet, just what you deserve," she whispered in his ear as she pinched the cocktip to take a moan out of him.

"Mistress, I-" he mumbled, cut as he looked at the application. His balance was in the red.

"Shhh. You've given me everything you had. What a good girl," she cooed, pinching and stealing another moan from Avery. "Look... Your dicklet is already dripping."

Yes... Avery dripped like a faucet, even if he couldn't see it. Her thrusts in his ass and against his prostate didn't help. It felt so good, though... So good to melt in her palm while she kept hitting that G-spot and make him drip... Drip... Drip.

"Please... Mistress," he mumbled, his voice slowly shifting higher while she tugged, pinched, pulled. His toes curled, his swollen asshole quivered. And everything dropped.

But she didn't stop. With her hand, she brought a coated index to his mouth for him to suck. It... tasted nothing. It was like licking water. Yet, he sucked on that digit.

"What a good girl. You can't give me more. But what about selling your ass on the street? That's what a sterile sissy like you can do, right?" she cooed so softly. She was right, always.

He sucked on the finger, cleaning off his watery "cum" to leave nothing of it. He was giving it everything to her... To her Mistress. To her Lady of Dreams.

"Yes. Anything for you, Tri."