FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

An anonymous commission.

Everyone involved is 18 years or older.

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Mornin’ sunshine…

Todd had typed the message out and sent it without expecting a reply any time soon. The battered old phone was being pushed into his pocket when it binged in reply, softly so that human ears wouldn’t pick up on it.

Morning…

You okay?

You know when the produce delivery is late but

breakfast is supposed to be on time?

He sighed at the sight of a frustrated smiley face following the text.

At least you don’t have to cook for yours…

Yeah, but you don’t have to clean

the shit after yours…

He replied with a bitter smile. His sister had to cook and clean for humans, and picky ones at that, whereas he had Marta to handle that. That left Todd working in the Archers’ stable. His charges weren’t fussy eaters, but apart from getting food into them, the young fox was in charge of dealing with what came out.

The hell I don’t!

You think they clean their own toilets?

House slave problems…

He typed with a bitter smile. Vicky wasn’t a slave, of course, and neither was he. Slavery wasn’t legal in this state, not even for anthros. But they were seen as a ‘problem population’ and so the law treated them a little differently. After a very brief period of very basic schooling they were expected to find a job in a society that would only hire the best and brightest among them, and for a fraction of what a human would get. The rest would be put into ‘labor compensation’ programs.

Since everyone ‘knew’ anthros were lazy and frittered their money away, they were rarely hired and paid. Inserted the state sold their labor contracts to an employer who was under an obligation to provide food, housing and basic necessities, and a small and optional monetary incentive based on performance. Once his contract had been bought when he was still in puberty, Todd had ended up a resident of the Lilly Hills farm. He couldn’t leave, he had to work and work hard and he only saw some money when and if his employers were feeling generous. But he wasn’t a slave.

Lucky you! Playing with horsies…

The message was followed by pony emojis. He responded with several little brown piles.

_ROFL!

I send you horsies, you send me humans?_

Todd actually sniggered at that, even though it would be anything but funny if anyone found out they not only had phones but were talking about their benevolent overlords this way.

Evil Princess still giving you a hard time?

Gives me more shit than the horses…

Bratty, bossy… BITCH!

He tapped. Of the three humans in his life, Mrs. Archer was the least problematic since she didn’t really have anything to do with the horses or the fox looking after them. The master of the house was a pain in his ass without putting much effort into it. Todd was 25 years old and still got called ‘boy’ whenever Mr. Archer found the need to address him, like when he was accompanying him on one of his hunting or fishing trips and lugging his gear around. And whenever the old man got a few drinks in him, he’d tell everyone how he’d gotten Todd because he had a number of pedigree foxhounds but never once took them fox hunting. Every one of his friends had already heard it and wer sick of eharing it, but none more so than Todd.

The app said that Vicky was typing, but a rustle behind him made him shove his phone back in his pocket. His sister would understand, of course. They rarely got a chance to actually ‘converse’ like this, since anthros weren’t allowed to have phones. They met up whenever they had a day of, so their face to face meetings were even rarer, even though his sister worked at a neighboring estate. Although considering the amount of land the people around here owned, a next-door neighbor wasn’t exactly close by. He relaxed a little when a figure came around the bend, far to be a human. Mr. Archer and his wife rarely made their way down to this part of their estate, but Emily was known to ride along just about anywhere.

“Oh, Todd! Didn’t expect to see you here…” called Marta, pausing a little before making her way to the riverbank.

“Morning Marta. Got most of my work done last night so I figured I’d spend my early morning drowning some worms…” he said, pointing to the dingy old rods and the lines cast far and deep into the water. Well, as far and deep as they could go. This was actually just a little branch of the river, and if there was any decent fishing to be had, Mr. Archer would be spending his time here. The slow-moving water mostly served as a home to small fry of various kinds, but if he was lucky something bigger would wander in looking for an easy meal.

“I was hoping to cool off a little. Oh, but I couldn’t now… I’d scare off all your fish.” The diminutive woman said, and Todd managed not to laugh. Apart from being very gentle and soft-spoken, the marten woman was so short that if she perked up her ears the tips might reach four feet. The idea of anything being scared by her was quite literally laughable.

“I was about to pull these out anyway. If I was going to get a bite, it would have happened by now…” he said.

“Oh. Still, can’t be bad way to spend a nice morning like this one. Uhm, would you mind?” she said, and after a few seconds Todd got the hint and turned around.

His ears swiveled on reflex, catching the rustle of Marta’s house-frock. He’d be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t tempted to peek. He was a male in his prime, and even though he wasn’t a virgin it was depressing to think of the last time he’d had a chance to get laid. The only vixen in his life was his sister, he didn’t even want to think what would happen if he looked at either Mr. Archer’s wife or his darling daughter below the neck, so that left Marta.

He’d seen her with nothing but her fur on a few times, but the marten woman wasn’t exactly a knock-out. Like most of her species, her body leaned a little closer to the feral side than human, as evidenced by her diminutive stature. A couple of litters she’d had when she was quite young had left her with the barest hint of a bosom on her chest and small, flat teats running down her sleek body. Her waist flared a little, and that was really the only seriously feminine attribute she could boast of.

There was the appeal of a kindly older woman, something that could make the difference to a young man his age, but she looked at him too much like an adoptive son, and it showed. That was why he didn’t expect anything coy or coquettish from her, and once he heard a soft splash he turned around to see the dress hung on a nearby branch and the little furry female swimming briskly away, sighing softly as the cool water soaked though her fur and reached her skin. After pulling his lines out of the water so that he wouldn’t catch a middle-aged marten, Todd sat down and instead fished his phone out of his pocket, picking up the conversation with Vicky. He supposed it was a kind of therapy - bitching about their lives and he humans who ran them. It wasn’t like they could actually talk to anyone about it.

“You know you really shouldn’t… think of the trouble you’d get in if they found that on you…” Marta chided, moving up the lazy stream with a leisurely backstroke.

“She’s my sister Marta. My little sister. If I could meet with her every once in a while to see how she’s doing, I’d do that. Since I can’t, I gotta settle for this…” he said, waving the phone.

“I know dear. But It’s against the law… just thinking of the trouble you two could get into for having those things…” the marten trailed off, probably shuddering mid-swim.

“We’re careful… foxes, remember?” he said, tapping what would probably be his last message for the morning. Vicky hadn’t responded in a while which meant that she had to hide her phone. Maybe the produce van finally came? “How’s the water?” he asked.

“Ooooohhh, lovely! The river’s probably still too cold for swimming, but its perfect here…” Marta said. He wondered if she was being honest or if she was hoping to lure him away from his phone. Either way, it worked.

Todd turned away from the water as he striped his ratty old jeans off, hanging them on a branch before turning around with his hands covering his crotch. Marta was looking away, but the Todd wasn’t sure if she’d passed up the chance to get a glimpse of his bare ass. Not that there was anything between them, or even likely to be. The woman was very prim and proper, and he was sure she saw him as the son she no doubt had but didn’t get to see. Mr. Archer didn’t bother trying to buy the contracts on any of her children. As far as humans were concerned anthros didn’t have children, they had pups, cubs, kittens, foals… not actual family, just young that they weren’t attached to past early adolescence…

As he stepped into the water he had to admit Marta hadn’t been pulling his leg. It was just cool enough to be refreshing, but not cold. He could probably spend hours just splashing around in it, if he had hours to spare. He considered one again the fact that he was sharing this little watering-hole with a naked woman. Marta was much smaller than him, her figure lacking the feminine curves a vixen was blessed with, but she wasn’t unattractive. It wasn’t even the age thing - if she’d been a more confident older woman he wouldn’t mind being seduced. If she was awkward but young, he’d be willing to bring her out of her shell.

But Marta was Marta, and he supposed that he had to be grateful for having her in his life, even if it left him without romantic options. The only other females were Mrs. Archer who ignored him and happily allowed him to do the same to her. And there was Emily. Human, of course, so a huge risk. Very pretty though. She was still in her teens, but at that age a handsome farmhand in his mid-twenties should have been an attractive prospect, at least for a quick role in the hay. But in spite of being practically raised by Marta, the Archers’ only child had nothing but disdain for anthros. Maybe it’s because of it. She’s spoiled and bratty, but not stupid. At some point she must have realized anthros do the work humans don’t want to bother with. And if an anthro was tasked with raising her…

*******

Have to do everything myself!

That thought raged through the young girl’s pretty head as she did very little. Todd had saddled Hyacinth, all she had to do was take the mare out of her stall, clip the reins on and hop up into the saddle. She used to need his help for that, but for the past few years she hadn’t let him touch her. Paws used to muck out stables had no business touching a young lady like her.

She took her mare out for a nice brisk trot, enjoying the sensation of her perky tush bouncing a little in the saddle. Her rides were becoming more and more stimulating, and these days they were more likely to leave her wet than her mare. Ughhhh, I can’t wait for college! she groaned to herself, eager to get out from under her parents who still saw her as their precious little girl and experience some… freedom.

Small chance of getting a taste of… freedom… around here. The only men around were her father and Todd! Admittedly, she used to think the fox boy was cute when she was little, but she’d been just a naive girl with a silly crush back then. That was before sex-ed and before she learned what sort of diseases a human could catch from those animals! And even if she was deviant enough to use a condom, they all rutted like beasts and tended to have penises that could do a lot of damage to a human girl foolish enough to debase herself by letting a beast mount her. She’d learned that foxes had knots down there so how would sex with Todd be any different from letting one of her dad’s hounds climb on her back?

Animals. And just like an animal, he wanders off when not on a leash… she sulked, hoping he’d at least be back once she was done to brush down Hyacinth and clean her hooves. The ride served to soften Emily’s disposition a little. For all her disdain for two legged animals, she liked horses and loved Hyacinth. But why wouldn’t she - the mare was well behaved, she knew her place… and she’d never tattled on her to her father! Unlike Marta…

She’d slowed down after giving her mare her head, and by the time she was riding along the water’s edge Hyacinths hooves fell silently on the soft soil of the narrow dirt path. Soft enough that neither of them was noticed by the two figures lying on the grass, sunning their still damp and completely naked furry bodies.

Emily’s hand flew to cover her mouth and stifle a gasp of shock. She’d seen Todd in nothing but shorts when it go really hot in the summer, but she’d never seen Marta in anything but her maid uniform. One chosen by her mother and boasting a high collar rather than the plunging neckline most people imagined. The tiny woman had been at her side her whole childhood but without her outfit she seemed like a stranger to Emily. What are these two doing out here naked?

*******

Todd had done the gentlemanly thing and gotten out of the water first, lying himself down on his back and letting the sun dry his wet fur. His eyes closed against the glare had guaranteed Marta her privacy as she got out, picking a spot not far from him. They lay there chatting or just enjoying companionable silences while their fur dried off enough to allow them to get dressed. Todd supposed that living next to the barn had made him deaf to the little noises horses made, but they were enough to make Marta rise on her elbows, and immediately cry out in shock

“Oh my… Miss Emily! I… I didn’t expect to meet anyone here, I…” the marten began, frantically trying to cover up her crotch and as many nipples as she could.

“So you weren’t expecting Todd? And why are you both naked!?” the girl asked, trying to nonchalantly brush back a lock of her pale blond hair behind her ear. She was blushing, her fair complexion couldn’t hide that the way fur did, but she wasn’t averting her eyes nor was there anything bashful in the way her blue eyes fixated on the two furry bodies.

“I came here to do a little fishing and Marta came for a swim. I joined her and…”

“Stand up!” Emily said. It seemed like a command, but her voice wavered a little as if she had trouble catching her breath.

“Miss Emily, if we could just get our clothes we…”

“I said stand up!” she repeated, more firmly with her chin held higher. Two damp bodies rose, hands trying to maintain modesty as the young girl stared shamelessly. Todd had a hard time keeping his ears from folding back. Emily was a demanding brat, but demanding things brought to her or done for her had been enough. She’d never actually commanded them like this, nor had she ever really looked at them, much less stared. He could guess why he was of interest to a sheltered girl her age, but she wasn’t sparing Marta her blue-eyed gaze.

“Move your paws. You didn’t mind being naked like animals before I came along…” she said, and Todd hesitated for only a second before letting his hands hang at his sides, exposing his sheath and sack to the girl reigning in her mare. Hyacinth was bored, she didn’t understand why they’d stopped their ride. Todd wasn’t sure either, but he had an uncomfortable suspicion. Marta exposed herself and was looking more flustered than she should have. She’d bathed Emily when she was little, and being naked in female company should have been more casual than being in the buff with him. But he’d politely kept his eyes away, while Emily was staring openly. And counting…

“Eight? Eight nipples?” Emily asked, and the marten woman just nodded, averting her eyes. “You look more human when you wear your uniform…”

“T-the bras are slightly padded. To fill out the bust…” Marta said meekly.

“So this is the real you? And Todd, where is… y-you’re really like a dog, aren’t you? It stays in there until it gets hard?”

“It… it has a bone. It’s always ‘hard’, it just gets thicker when it slides out…” Todd said. She was curious, so he was trying candor. Trying to pretend like it was just the three of them, having a friendly chat. He desperately needed Emily to be friendly, because she was closer to his pants than he was. And the phone was in his pocket…

“You have a naked woman next to you… that’s not enough to make you hard? Or is it all about smells to your kind? She washed them away so you’re not interested?” she asked. She seemed to enjoy this - sitting tall in her saddle as they cringed naked in front of her. The blush wasn’t receding. And he couldn’t tell through her riding clothes but he’d be willing to guess the nipples on her perky breasts were growing stiff.

“I… I don’t think about Marta that way.”

“If not her, then who? It better not be me… is it your sister? Is that why you go to meet with her every time you have a day off? Wouldn’t surprise me. Your kind doesn’t really have morals, why hold taboos?” she said, aroused by her own fantasy as Todd gritted his teeth but showed no aggression. She was only a few feet away from his phone!

“Marta, is he telling the truth? Look me in the eyes when I ask you a question! What are you hiding? Did he f-fuck you? Is that why you’re keeping your eyes down and her tail curled?” she said, voice straining a little again, chest rising and falling and betraying her arousal. Todd wasn’t sure if it was their nudity that caused it, or the power she had over them.

“E… Miss Emily, there’s no need for that…” Todd said, fighting to keep calm.

“Don’t speak until you’re spoken to!” Emily admonished in a voice now quivering with excitement. This was going too far, even for the cruel, privileged brat. “Marta, move your tail and spread yourself…”

“Miss… p-pardon?”

“Spread your pussy open! I want to see if you’re… clean. I want to see if Todd has…”

“Miss Emily! I… I doubt your parents would approve of that!” the Marten woman said, playing her one and only trump. It was effective, but instantly resented.

The pixie-like face twisted into a scowl, Emily’s brief flirt with a new kind of power was dampened by the idea that Marta could get her into trouble with her parents as if she were still a child. He was sure she would do something petulant, something petty to get back at them, and as Todd watched she did the worst thing he could imagine. Sitting high on Hyacinth's back, his pants were in easy reach, and he’d barely lunged for them before the fuming girl rode away with not only his only article of clothing, but the cell phone hidden in the pocket.

He barely remembered walking back naked, his mind switching back only sometime after he’d reached his ramshackle little room next to the stable. He was sitting on his cot and waiting for his world to fall apart. Worse yet there was Vicky. He wished there was some way of warning her to throw her phone away, but his only real contact with his sister had been through the phone now in Emily’s hands. Nothing happened for the rest of the day while he worked zombie-like, nor did anything happen during the night he spent without a wink of sleep. The next day passed in a daze, and just as he dared hope that maybe Emily had thrown his jeans away somewhere without ever discovering the phone, a distressed Marta came to him as night was falling.

“E-Emily wants to see you.” she said, and her shaky voice said everything she couldn’t. Without much of a choice, Todd followed her towards the house.

“Are… do you think she’s told them?” he asked past a lump in his throat.

“I… I don’t know. Mr. and Mrs. Archer are out for the night. A gala event… oh Todd, I’m so scared!” she said, and her tone showed it. She hadn’t talked much about it, but Todd knew that what was now a banker’s hobby-farm used to be a proper plantation, with more laborers and very… stringent discipline. The marten seemed to be thinking back to her early days at Lilly Hills, when she’d seen things no young girl should see…

“It’s okay. Maybe we can bargain with her. Just… do whatever she tells us. This could end worse than us being dolls for her to play with…”

It was his first time in Emily’s room. Todd had rarely even been inside the house and he’d never felt scruffier standing in a torn white shirt and his second best pair of jeans. Emily's room was pristine, and the girl herself was wearing shorts and a spaghetti-strap camisole as she sat on her bed, her hands clutching a phone too scuffed and outdated to be her own…

“Finally. You know what this is, Todd?” She said, brandishing the device.

“It’s... my phone.” he said. She must have read the messages, there was no point in trying to lie to her.

“So, you admit it! You know that you could get into a lot of trouble for just having one of these. They aren’t meant for animals…”

“I… I know that the law says…” he began before Emily cut him off.

“Law? Yes, if you'd been chatting nicely with your sister, you’d be in trouble with the law. But after the filth you and that little slut have been exchanging about your betters… you think you’d ever see a judge? No, for this you’d both wind up as pelts! I’ve even heard that some furriers still work with ‘long fox’ off the record. If I showed daddy this and asked him for a new coat…”

“Please I…Miss Emily, is there anything I can do for you to just… keep this between us?” he asked, desperation evident in his broken voice.

“Anything huh?” she said, jumping out of bed and circling the two furries standing at attention in her room. “All right. Strip. Both of you!”

“Miss… Marta didn’t know anything about the…”

“I gave you an order! Animals shouldn’t be wearing clothes anyway, and you don’t mind being naked outdoors by the river do you? Strip, now!” she repeated, and both the fox and the marten obeyed. Marta was shaking with fear, but it was Todd that Emily had her hungry eyes on. The orange furred male’s heckles rose as she stepped behind him and to his surprise he realized he actually feared this slip of a girl.

“Marta, pass me that, will you. Fetch like a good girl…” she said and meekly the marten obeyed, handing the girl a thick, old-looking strap of leather. A moment later Todd was feelin it snake around his throat before Emily pulled the collar closed quite tight.

“Grandpa used these on his workers. Dad doesn’t, but he keeps them around, he says they’re part of Lilly Hills’ history…” she said, giving a ring on the back of the collar a yank hard enough to pull his back against her before stepping around to stand in front of him. Her face was flushed and her thin cami made it clear he hadn’t imagined feeling perked nipples brushing against his back a moment ago. He had expected degradation and humiliation in exchange for her silence, and now he knew just how he was to be degraded by a girl denied a chance to explore her budding sexuality.

“Marta, tie his hands behind his back…” she said, shocking the marten maid.

“Emily, there's no need. I’ll play along, anything you say…” Todd insisted.

“And I’m to trust you? No, until I tame you, I’m treating you like a dangerous animal…” she said, tossing Marta a length of rope. Seeing no alternative, Todd crossed his wrists behind his back and let the woman bind him. “I’m being generous. The collar’s not the only thing I found. If you so much as talk back again, I’m going to muzzle you…” she said, approaching him after he was tied. Marta had made sure not to cut off his circulation, but he was firmly bound and at Emily’s mercy.

She walked around him, laying a palm and running her hand along his furry body, making his muscles twitch. He became aware of her posture, shoulders thrown back a little to emphasize her perky chest, the heat of her breath as her breathing grew heavy. When she was behind him he actually felt her nose almost brush the fur on the side of his neck as he girl satisfied her curiosity with her new ‘toy’.

“Next time shower before coming to see me.” she said, but nothing in her tone or her proximity suggested she disliked the way he smelled. She was used to the scent of horses, and she didn’t seem to mind the smell of a fox, or a hard working male. When she came back in front of him her cheeks were red and her eyes glazed as they roamed the creamy portion of his body. Hands ran along his chest and abs, the firm muscles of a male in his prime who spent his days working outdoors. When the hand slipped down low enough to grasp his sheath, his arms actually bucked on relex. Emily seemed to enjoy seeing him struggle against his bonds, squeezing down with her hand in a way she must have thought would be painful. Todd did groan and fold his ears, but it wasn’t pain that made him do it…

*******

Emily’s hand tingled as she grasped the off-white sheath, feeling something thrillingly firm under soft skin and fine fur. Not that it was going anywhere near her virgin kitty. Todd was an animal, but he was a fine-looking animal. Her pet now, and she was going to play with him and have all kinds of fun teasing the male. Stripping him naked hadn't made him seem less threatening. In fact it had only brought home how well muscled he was, taller than her, heavier, stronger… but at her mercy. She’d teach him his place, train him like one of daddy’s hounds so that she didn’t need ropes. For now they served to make her feel safe, made her feel like she could do anything to him.

Her hand released his sheath, her eyes catching the rosy-pink starting to peek through. She moved her hand down, cupping his heavy sack. The fur covering it was exquisite, but the testes felt hard and heavy. They looked huge and she wondered if they were supposed to look like that or if Todd was just pent up. There must be a lot of fox-milk in them, and by the time she let him leave Emily was determined to find out just how much…

*******

Todd’s whiskers were twitching from the effort it took for him to keep silent and straight-faced while he as being awkwardly fondled by the strangely eager but clueless girl. He felt profoundly vulnerable with his arms bound and Emily’s hand cupping his sack, with his reason insisting he needed to get away from her while a part of him wanted desperately to take the initiative and give the young female a taste of what had aroused her curiosity.

And there was no longer any doubt that Emily was a very special kind of excited at the sight of a male bound and naked in front of her, animal or not. The smells of her large room were so different from what he was used to - he could smell the scented softener her clothes and sheets were laundered with, the cosmetics and perfume clinging to the girl as if they had a hope of truly masking her scent from anything other than a human.

Reaching out through the artificial aromas was a deeply natural one - the gentle perspiration of a healthy girl just entering her prime, the natural scent of her hair hidden behind a fruity shampoo, and the seductive miasma of the virgin female’s arousal. He managed to tame the instinct to wet his nosepad so he could better catch it, but it turned out the twitching of his nostrils didn’t escape the notice of the girl he as sure was focused entirely on his crotch.

“Oh my God! You’re sniffing the air like one of dad’s hounds! You really are just an animal, aren't you? Are you trying to catch Marta’s scent?” she said, turning her attention form him to the marten.

Marta almost shied away from the intense gleam in Emily’s eyes as the taller female advanced on her. The marten woman was frozen, her hands at her sides even as Emily's fingers shot out and prodded against her soft sex. Emily’s exploration of her former nursemaid was mercifully brief but the look on the marten’s face and the pathetic way she curled her tail made it clear how she felt about being violated by the child she’d practically raised. Emily’s eyes turned back to him as she waved her hand in front of his face, fanning him and exposing him to the marten’s scent.

“Oooohh, look at that nose twitch! You wanna fuck her boy? You wanna hump my maid?” she asked, but seemed disappointed that Todd’s cock was barely peeking out of its sheath. Not surprising since all he could smell on her fingers was the marten’s fear.

Emily bit her lip as inspiration seemed to strike, taking a step away from Todd as she dug her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and slid them down her toned legs. Her panties were a very pale pink, with a little red bow a few inches under the girl’s bellybutton. Bought by her mother, no doubt, further proof that the woman had no idea how far along the road to maturity her daughter was. The dark, damp patch made it quite clear to Todd, since the girl’s slender thighs left a gap that failed to hide the way she was soaking her undies.

“Let’s see if this works…” she husked, pushing her hand into her panties and then into herself.

Todd watched as she bit her lip, his ears swiveling as he instinctively tried to catch the sound of a wet, supple sex being smeared and prodded. Her eyes glinted and her fingers glistened as she carefully bought the wet digits closer to his nose. His nostrils flared and his whiskers twitched beyond his ability to control, and he saw Emily hesitate for a moment. She thinks I’m going to lunge, that I’m going to bite her or try to…

He didn’t have time to finish the thought when Emily surprised him by lunging, smearing her fingers over his black nose-pad before yanking her hand back as if she’ touched a hot stove. Todd felt his Adam’s apple bounce as he swallowed. His mouth was salivating, breathing growing rapid as he instinctively took long, deep drags of Emily’s scent. He didn’t dare look down but Emily had no problem doing just that, and the look of shock and glee on her face made it clear what she was looking at.

“So, it’s me!? You dirty beast! You actually think…” she gasped out, before laughing a strange, joyless laugh. “You think I’d ever let you? Let this…” she said, trailing her fingertips along the underside of his cock, now more than half-way out of his sheath. “...near me?” she said, examining her hand, now covered with his juices as well as hers.

The same hand flew out suddenly, striking the middle of his chest with just enough force to make him loose his balance and topple onto her bed. It hurt a little as he landed on top of the arms bound behind him but before he could consider somehow getting up Emily was climbing in, chest heaving and a smile somehow more bestial than any he could manage plastered on her face. Knees settled on either side of his head, his attention now split between the girl’s face and the crotch of her panties. Once she pulled the soaked fabric aside, he focused only on one thing.

“Get a good look at it, fox-boy! Human pussy - young, pink, smooth…” she said, her fingers shaking as she opened her labia to give him a better look. And he saw it all, down to the little droplet clinging to pink flesh before it fell and landed on his face. “This isn’t some swollen vixen-cunt! Some fat spade meant to be rutted and knotted!” she insisted, and the mention of that aspect of his anatomy seemed to shift her focus just before she shifted her body. She scooted back on her knees, taking away his view of her glistening sex while treating him to a new angle from which to appreciate the svelte nubile body of a girl just blossoming into womanhood. Her firm young breasts were now peaked, the hard nipples poking clearly through the thin cotton of her top as her budding bust heaved with every labored breath.

It wasn’t disgust he saw on her face when her eyes focused on his shaft, now out save for the knot forming a clear bulge in his white sheath. The girl reached down, lips parted and fingers trembling as hey grasped the furry sheath. Todd as worried she’d start rubbing ad squeezing it, bracing himself for the pain of having his knot swell without slipping out when Emily surprised him by pulling the fleshy tube back, mouth going wide as his still slender knot practically plopped out. Her touch against his cock was tentative, almost like she was afraid of hurting him. He knew that humans were like equines - their cocks were covered by thin skin rather than the rosy-purple membrane Emily was staring at, glistening and exposing a network of blue veins. Her touch, when it came, was too gentle. Her hand was smooth as silk, soft and without the barest callous, a hand he’d want wrapped tight around…

Fuck, how long has it been since I’d felt anything but my paw fisted around it?

“Just like a dog’s… do you sneak into the kennels when no one’s around? Would daddy’s bitches let you near them? Pedigree foxhounds lifting their tails for a fox? I doubt Hyacinth would let you ‘ride’ her, so that leaves…” she trailed off, examining the vulpine pre now coating her hand before looking over her shoulder.

“Marta, come here!” she said, and the marten obeyed even though she was obviously terrified. Emily lunged with her wet hand for the marten’s face and the diminutive female instinctively flinched away. Todd was worried Emily would respond in anger, but the girl just laughed. Not that it made either of them feel at ease. It was joyless, almost like the laughter of a drunk who could turn violent any second.

“What? Afraid of a big bad fox?” she asked, before examining her hand and to the shock of both anthros taking a tentative lick of the wet mess. “See? Nothing to be afraid of. So I guess you’re not fucking Marta…” she said, once again wrapping her hand around Todd’s erection, this time squeezing hard. He assumed she wanted to hurt him, and he wondered if she’d mistaken his groan for one of pain.

“So that leaves… what? Your slut of a sister? If I look far enough in your messages, will I find you two arranging playdates?” she asked. As far as tod knew, Vicky was as much of a virgin as Emily, maybe more so since he doubted his sister had ever stroked someone’s cock the way the human girl was now doing to him. “But Sarah would have told me if her maid had kits… do you stick this in her ass? Do you knot your sister’s tail, you fucking animal?” she said, starting to pump her hand.

He wondered if she realized how transparent she really was. She was desperate for sex, for a male, and she had one now at her mercy but she didn’t dare give into her cravings. Vicky waited on both Emily and Sarah when she came to visit her best friend and the two talked and gossiped as if she wasn’t there. He’d been clued in on both the ignorant crap they were taught and the way school rumors filled in the gaps. Anthros were filthy, they fucked like wild animals, males would basically tackle and bite the female while they raped her, driven mad by the scent of her heat.

And sex with an anthro would invariably end with a life-running visit to the emergency room! All bullshit, of course, but he was sure it was all that kept Emily from basically raping him, or rather ‘getting raped’ by him. If they were caught he was sure that even the act he was tied up wouldn’t change anything - all she’d have to do was burst into tears and he’d be lucky to just get shot right then and there.

But as she stroked him his shaft lumped up and his knot swelled, looking more enticing and more intimidating with every second, every throb. She’d lowered herself until she was resting on top of him, her wet sex laid on top of his fuzzy sack as she pumped her fist up and down his cock, the fur on his abs already matting from the pre squirting from the tip. If she didn’t stop there would be a much bigger mess, and she showed no signs of stopping…

*******

Emily was aware that her labored breathing had devolved into an almost animal panting, but with her heart racing in her chest she had no idea how to get a grip on herself. Apart from her own fingers this was the girl’s first taste of sex, as well as a taste of power. Her dad had always been the one who gave orders, but that phone changed things! They were her toys now, both of them, and the fun she could have was limited only by her imagination.

For now, she had a very clear and simple goal, and it showed by the way she was polishing the bound fox’s shaft. She wanted to make him cum, to see the bestial cock spray and spurt and to feel the nuts pressed against her drooling muff churn out everything they had. She brought another hand into play, wrapping it around the growing knot while she polished the long red rod. It was at once repulsive and deeply attractive. The heat of it, the slickens and the thrilling, throbbing hardness of the vulpine member made her bite her lip as she imagined it parting her folds and sliding into her. She didn’t much like the color – the raw red streaked with blue and purple was off-putting, but she might have been tempted to wrap Todd in a condom, close her eyes and pretend he was a boy.

But the knot was just… ugh! What had looked like one misshapen lump at the base was starting to look like two now that it was growing, swelling with every beat of the bound male’s heart. She didn’t want even the slightest risk of something like that getting inside her, or having it batter her prefect pink folds trying to. She didn’t know how bitches and vixens took it, but it was well known that anthro female lost their minds when in heat, more depraved than even the worst human slut. They just raised their tails and let the males take them, and force all kinds of abominable cocks into their swollen, sloppy cunts!

“Animals… fucking animals…” she panted out, her voice sounding like a stranger’s as the gasping breaths made it sound coarse.

Her hips were grinding back and forth, one hand a blur while the other gripped Todd’s knot so strongly he should have been writhing in pain and begging for mercy. But the vulpine male was gritting his teeth, his muscular chest rising and falling as quickly as her own. Her thin top left little to the imagination as her nipples stuck out, harder than they’d ever been and very eye catching now that her little bosom was heaving. Without even realizing it, she started bouncing on top of Todd’s sack, her subconscious moving her hips in a way that would have had her polishing his cock if she’d had the courage to mount it.

She gasped when she felt the vulpine testes shift and scrunch up, her lips curling in a grin she couldn’t explain as she realized what was coming. Feminine pride surged inside her, knowing that the fit young male lying under her was on the verge of orgasm. She desperately wanted to deny it to him, to make him beg or just leave him blue-balled. But she was curious to see what this thing in her hands would do, to watch a boy cum in front of her and know that she was the reason he was doing it. She watched muscles tense under creamy white fur, the six-pack quivering as her hand beat the fox’s slick spire mercilessly.

Her pupils narrowed to pinpricks and her breathing stopped for a moment as the sack she was resting her pussy in began to witch and pules a moment before the tapered tip erupted. She was still jerking him furiously so the thin vulpine seed squirted everywhere as the tip was yanked around, a few ropes catching the shocked Marta and with one landing to soak into her cami. A shuddering breath left her mouth as her vision blurred for a second, the girl’s toes curling as Emily felt something rush through her young body. She’d never had an orgasm without being touched, and she wasn’t sure that it was what that was, but it was pure bliss, whatever it was. She felt her pussy soaking the fox’s twitching nuts as she pushed his cock down, grinning as the still spurting red rod made a mess of the groaning male.

She couldn’t believe how much Todd had in him, and wondered what it felt like to have a knot keeping that gushing load inside while he pumped a girl’s womb fill of kit-milk. She damn sure wasn’t about to let that thing anywhere near her perfect pink pussy, not even with him tied up like this. But she wanted to see it in action where it belonged – stuck in some slutty animal’s cunny. It would be so epic if she could get Sarah to bring his sister over so they could watch the degenerate vulpines rut and make some kits, but it would take time to get her friend on board with this. Sarah could be such a prude…

…but until she got him a vixen, Todd would need to satisfy himself with something smaller.

“Marta, I’m going to take a nice, long bath to wash the smell of horny fox off me. Untie Todd and send him on his way, and once you’re done change my sheets and air the room out. It stinks to high heaven of wet fur in here…” she said, giving orders to the trembling, naked marten. She’s so tiny. But she’s had pups before… she thought, already imagining that monstrous vulpine cock forcing its way into the timid little female…

*******

It had been years since Marta had thrown herself into her work like she was doing now - out of a need to escape her reality, since it was the only kind of escape she was brave enough for. It had been easier when she was young, troubled by separation from her latest litter, worried sick about her children. But during those years the work had become a powerful routine, every chore sunk into muscle-memory without the need to involve her mind into the hard but monotonous work. And so as hard as she tried avoiding it, the marten thought.

After that first night neither she nor Todd doubted there would be others. She shuddered at the memory of Emily’s pretty face twisting into a grimace of wild lust, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazing as she lost touch with reality and savored her depraved fantasy. A fantasy that was becoming her and the fox’s reality. She’d been spared involvement, forced to strip naked and mostly just stand there until it was time to clean up. She’d raised Emily as best she could, but she never had any real maternal authority. It didn’t help that she was an only child, given everything except parental affection. And she wasn’t much older now than Todd had been when he first came to Lilly Hills - frightened and desperate to hide it by his budding masculine instincts. She had been a sort of other to him as well. And now every few nights she was forced to watch one of her children rape the other.

She knew there was no other word or it. It didn’t matter that Todd was bigger and stronger than Emily. It didn’t matter that the girl was a young beauty most males would have walked over hot coals for. If he was eager she doubted Emily would have been interested. She enjoyed collaring him, binding him, making sure she wouldn’t fall prey to the muscles she so loved to run her hands over. She didn’t want a male, she wanted a toy. She was obsessed with that part of him that her mind rejected but her body demanded. And she was getting worse, the last time made that clear…

*******

“That’s it fucker… come for me, let me see this beast squirt…” Emily almost growled out, leaning towards the tapered tip as her fist beat it furiously along the pre-slicked length.

Her other hand was on his knot and her back arched as she pushed her ass at Todd’s face. The fox was doing his best to eat her out since mediocre efforts were rewarded with painful squeezes of his sack. Marta just stood to the side, forced to watch the depraved spectacle, ears folding back as Todd groaned and Emily gave a triumphant cry as the tip erupted. She aimed it at her bare chest, catching the thin vulpine cum on her firm young tits, the peaked nipples pointing high and proud as Todd glazed them.

“Another wasted load!” She teased, turning nimbly around until she was straddling Todd’s face while looking down at him, the fox’s cock spraying over her ass and his chest as his orgasm continued. “Come on pet, eat that pussy. It’s better than an animal like you deserves, you furry bastard…” she said, laying her crotch down until her clit was pressed against Todd’s nose.

“God, look at this fucking mess…” she said, rubbing his load into her perky breasts. “Don’t worry foxy, I’m working on getting you a real date. The pics are helping win Sarah over, I’m sure she’ll be on board by the time that slut’s in her next heat…” she said.

Marta winced at the words. She’d been taking pictures, first of a bound, naked and aroused Todd, which were bad enough. Then she sent ones showing a hand holding or stroking his erection, or groping and pinching parts of the bound fox, even ones that showed human lips without showing her face. Still way to risky if they ever got out. At least for Todd.

“Just imagine - an orange-furred slut raising her tail for you and pushing her swollen pussy at your face. And if she plays hard to get, we’ll tie her down. Face down, ass up, whore-tail raised and served up for breeding. You’d tear that up, wouldn’t you?” she asked, grinding her sex against Todd’s muzzle. Emily giggled, lost both in the physical sensation of having her virgin sex eaten out, and her increasingly dark fantasy.

“Not that it matters what you want. I’m going to breed you two like the animals you are. If you go shy on me I’ll put a leash on this…” she said, playing with the ring on his collar. “...pull your face until it’s her pussy pressing into your muzzle. That will get you nice and hard, won’t it - a mouth full of puffy, slimy vixen-muff? Bet you lose it and jump her then and there. And if you do restrain yourself, if you keep a grip and try to be difficult, it still won’t save your little sissy…” Emily purred, opening her slick labia and trying to push down further on Todd’s muzzle.

“I’m gonna grab your cock with one hand, grab that whore’s swollen cunt with the other and shove you in her myself! It won’t be as pretty as what you’re kissing now - a sloppy, swollen spade smelling of wet fur… but it’s what you really deserve. It’s where that monster cock of yours was meant to go - knot deep into your…mpfh!... fucking… slut… sister!” she said her thighs trembling as she obviously came, resting her modest weight on Todd’s face while she rode his muzzle and her climax.

Marta wasn’t sure why she did it. She thought it would help, that Emily would realize she was going way too far. She felt sorry for Todd - bound and helpless, forced not only to let the girl play with him but to listen to such horrible things. She managed to find her voice, shaky as it was, and made the mistake of speaking up.

“Miss Emily… you’re taking this too far. Y-you don’t own us! Not even your father does! You can’t treat people like this even if…” she stammered, but her orgasm had done nothing to calm the girl who whirled on her with a wild look in her eyes.

“I’m not treating people like this I’m treating animals! You think I don’t own this?” she asked, grabbing Todd’s collar and yanking his face up against her blushing mound. “You think I don’t own you, just because I’ve been taking it easy on you? Don’t worry, Marta, I’ll think up something to teach you your place, just like I taught Todd here!”

******

Mr. Archer was on hunting trip with some friends and Mrs. Hunter had a meeting regarding some fundraiser of the kind that women of a certain age and social status inevitably get involved in. These used to be pressure-free days for the servants of Lilly Farms, but now they provided Emily an opportunity to play with her new toys. They were led to the kitchen this time, and the change of setting worried Marta as much as the eyes of the teen girl focusing more on her than the muscular male standing naked and resigned next to her. Already slightly erect though. She didn’t say anything, but she supposed that some part of Todd was coming to enjoy these encounters. Marta tried not to judge him - he was a young fox in his prime without any kind of… outlet. It was just a matter of biology, something she was aware of now more keenly than most of the time.

“Someone’s eager… sorry foxy, but I don’t feel like playing with you today. I just need you to help me put Marta in her place…” Emily almost purred out, noticing the two red inches peeking out of Todd’s sheath.

“Miss Emily... I’m sorry that I…”

“No, no you’re not. You’re just saying that to weasel out of your punishment. You will be sorry, though. Todd, help her up on the table and lay her down, spread-eagle on her back. Once you’ve done that…” she said, fishing a few lengths of rope from her bag. “I figure you’d like a chance to tie her down. Nice and firm, she’s gonna be squirming like crazy once I get started.”

Marta’s tail curled up between her legs at he sound of the girl’s voice and the look in her eyes. Todd put a hand on her shoulder, his look caring but resigned. She swallowed past a lump in her throat and nodded her assent, spreading her arms so that he could slip his paws under them and hoist her up. She was amazed with the ease the strong young male lifted her, sweeping an arm under her legs and laying her gently down on the hard wood. She did her best to be brave as he tied her down, exposing her and leaving her to wonder what Emily had in mind. If Emily wanted to feel a marten’s tongue where she’d been forcing Todd’s she supposed she could just about manage not to fall apart and make it through, but the girl’s stare worried her.

“Hmmmm, look at that - eight nipples and no tits. Two litters and still as flat as a board. Except here…” she said, running her hand down Marta’s belly and finishing by palming the marten’s crotch. “Fuck, it feels more swollen than it looks. Why is that, Marta?” the girl asked sweetly.

“It’s… it’s my time of…” the bound woman began, but her shaky explanation was cut short.

“No! That’s for people, and you are an animal, so what’s going on down here?” Emily insisted, giving the slightly puffed vulva a hard squeeze.

“I… I’m in heat…” Marta almost whimpered out. It was a vulgar term, bad enough having to hear it and the first time she’d had to say it, but it was obviously what Emily had wanted to hear. Her grin proved it…

“Hear that, boy? Nice ripe marten-pussy just waiting to be bred. Well, do a good job today, and who knows?” Emily said, suddenly jamming two fingers in. Marta was in no way aroused, but the digits were moist once they were pulled from her body, just enough to prompt Emily to wipe them clean on Todd’s muzzle. The girl turned her back on her victim, leaving Marta to shudder as she rummaged around in her bag. A sharp scent made her whiskers twitch and she wondered if Emily had raided her parents’ liquor cabinet. But the smell was too clean which meant surgical alcohol. Marta almost began to hyper-ventilate, even before she saw the needle.

“You know, I’d like to get you one of those yellow tags for your ear, like livestock has. But mom and dad would probably give me crap, so it’s going to have to be something only we three know about…” she explained while the panicked marten’s wide eyes followed the needle. A big one, but with no syringe in sight. It was only when Emily opened her other hand to reveal four small gold hoops that Marta realized what she had in mind.

“No! Please, Emily I…” she began, her voice quivering in obvious panic. She was going to appeal to the girl she’d practically raised, but wasn’t given the chance.

“You should be grateful. These are my old earrings from when I was little? You used to help me put them in, remember? Well now I’m big and I’m going to help you…” she said, eyes nowhere near Marta’s ears. When she grabbed and pinched the top-left nipple the marten’s fears were confirmed.

“Don’t worry, I’ve watched videos and know how to do this. Can’t promise it won’t hurt thought, but it’s just us three here so you can scream all you like…”

Marta wasn’t sure she would be able to. Her throat felt tight, almost as if someone was gripping it, and it was all she could do to catch her breath. Todd was beside her, looking shocked but not in any way protesting. She felt guilty for doing the same when Emily was raping him, but desperate to have someone stop this. The girl took out a cotton ball, soaked it and touched the soft, soggy lump to Marta’s upper-left nipple. She whimpered at the touch of cold antiseptic, wriggling and straining against her bonds as Emily wiped down the nub that had grown stiff at her touch. She opened a little gold hoop and held it ready, pinching the marten’s teat as she brought the needle closer. With the sharp spike inches from its target, Marta threw her head back and stared at the ceiling.

“Oh no you don’t!” Emily said, giving the nipple she was grasping a twist. “Todd come here and grab her head, make sure she watches what I’m doing…” she insisted.

There was ‘sorry’ in Todd’s eyes as he obeyed, his large, strong hands easily grasping the marten’s dainty head and angling it down. She could feel his fingers on her brow, knowing that even if she tried to close her eyes he could easily pull them open. Happy to have an audience, Emily brought the needle closer. Her inexperience showed in her slow and cautious movement, and Marta was the one paying for her caution as the slow pace prolonged her pain. She thrashed with her tail puffing up and her toes splaying wide from the pain, but Todd had done a good job and she could barely budge. Even her pitiful whimpers and cries didn’t melt Emily’s heart, and as she looked at the girl’s face through teary eyes Marta knew she wouldn’t change her mind and stop at one.

By the time the needle was all the way through she was practically hyperventilating, her teat throbbing in pain so much she barely felt the golden earing being fitted. She did feel the dab of alcohol, a sharp sting that had her crying out while Emily moved on to her right teat. Her next stab was more confident, but no less painful. Once the second teat had a hoop through it, the girl moved down, pinching and tugging as she went. Marta held her breath every time she tweaked a hard brown nub, wondering if the needle was about to sink into her flesh as the wicked girl obviously savored her panic.

By the time the girl moved down to her lowest pair Marta was weeping, tears rolling back to soak into the fur around her eyes while her head was held securely, blurry eyes forced to watch as Emily gleefully marked her body with the little gold hoops. Her cheeks were flushed as she bent her face close to the marten’s quivering body, stabbing away with more confidence into the sensitive flesh of the bound woman. Marta felt like there were four glowing embers laid down on her front by the time she put the needle aside, leaning over the bound female and admiring her handiwork.

“Awwww there, there girl…” she cooed, running a hand gently between the two rows of teats on the sobbing marten’s quivering belly. “Once they heal up a little they’ll feel great. It’s supposed to feel really intense when you give them little tugs while you’re having some ‘me’ time. But I really don’t feel like waiting… besides, you’ve earned a reward for being such a brave girl…” she said, running her hand down until her fingers were brushing Marta’s swollen cunny.

She tried to curl her tail up but it was no defense. Emily pushed in with two fingers, going knuckle-deep in an instant as Marta cried out. After the pain of her piercings the discomfort was nothing, but she felt violated to be bound like this, served up as someone's plaything. It didn’t help that Emily’s fingers were soft and supple, the fingers of someone who’d never done any work in their entire life. It also didn’t help that he girl had a good idea of where to go and what to do. Marta still felt disgusted with herself, desperate to be released to get dressed and curl up somewhere safe and quiet.

“Now let’s see if this works…” Emily mused, curling her fingers as her free hand reached out, brushing against a tender nipple and the gold loop going through it. All it took was a gentle tug on the earing, enough to make Marta whimper in pain as her stomach clenched up.

“Holy shit, I felt that! Did you feel yourself squeezing down on me? Poor girl, you must be trying to milk some spunk to ease that heat of yours. Animal instincts, pure and simple…” Emily teased, her voice tinkling as he turned her attention to the next nipple in line.

Pain flashed in Marta’s mind again, driving away the sickening pleasure the girl’s fingers were coaxing rom her, if only for a brief moment. Emily wasn’t just toying with her, she was playing her like an instrument, drawing whimpers with the fingers buried in the marten woman’s muff and screams by tugging on the hoops in her freshly pierced nipples. She was gentle with them but it didn’t help muck with all four nubs still throbbing even when they weren’t being touched. Sometimes, just for contrast, she’d grab an unadorned nub and give it a tug or a sharp pinch, but her fingers unerringly found their way to the little yellow hoops.

The lower pair felt even worse in a way, the source of pain and pleasure so close to each other that it was hard to keep them separate. Minutes into her rape Marta no longer knew if she was whimpering from the pain or crying out from a mounting climax. There was no way to fight either. Her body was responsive and Emily was insistent, her fingers wriggling and pumping the bound female while she savored her distress. Todd was still holding her head, forcing her to watch her inflamed teats being tugged and the girl she’d helped raise jamming soft, wet digits over and over into her swollen sex.

Marta wasn’t sure whether she’d achieved orgasm. Being bound and held down it was hard for her to think of it as achieving release. Release only came when Emily grew bored, examining her glistening hand before moving around the table. By that time Marta was a quivering, shuddering mess, torn between the painful throb in her teats and the sickeningly-sweet throbbing of her wet cunny. She craned her head back, seeing Emily standing next to Todd with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“Say ‘Aaaaah’..” she commanded, pushing her fingers into the fox’s muzzle once he complied. “You were a good boy today. Next time I might give you more than a taste…” she promised, leaving Marta to shudder as she untied the ropes binding her…

*******

With Emily’s parents conveniently absent Todd wasn’t surprised when Emily approached him in the stable and told him to be in her little living room at noon sharp. Her sweet-sixteen present had been a small suite in the manor so she needn’t entertain friends in her bedroom or the common rooms. He wasn’t surprised to see Marta there, and even though she was still in her maid outfit he could tell she was terrified. Her sclera were showing, her tail was puffed and her ears were pathetically folded back in fear and submission. He wondered if that meant that she would be the target of the twisted teen’s perversions, but Emily’s sweet smile was unreadable.

“Right on time, foxy! I had Marta come in here earlier because we needed to have some girl-talk. We’ve been discussing her heat, now that she’s more comfortable talking about it…” the girls said. Tod assumed that the ‘girl talk’ Emily spouting obscene and hateful misconceptions about anthro estrus with the terrified and docile marten forced to agree and play along “I even examined her, and it really seems to be hard on her. Poor thing almost humped my hand while I was spreading her open to get a better look, didn’t you Marta?”

“Y-yes, Miss Emily..” the marten said meekly.

“She needs a stud to plug that steamy pussy, and it just so happens I have someone in mind…” she said, leering at him. “Marta, strip!”

As the terrified marten obeyed, Todd tried in vain to stop this.

“Emily… Miss Emily, I… it won’t work, she’s not even a canine! If you want we can… do something else but the size difference… she could get hurt if I…”

“Then make sure not to hurt her! A human would do that while making love to a petite partner. Unless you’re an animal who ruts like a mindless beast, like I know you are but you keep insisting you’re not. Well, I guess we’ll see. And don’t worry about me. If mom and dad notice Marta walking funny, or if she needs a visit to the vet, I’ll just say you raped her. Marta will back me up, won’t you Marta?” she asked the now naked marten.

“Y-yes, Miss…” the diminutive female said, unable to meet Todd’s eyes. Slinking happily across the room, Emily stood behind him, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down, leaving the male naked. Soft hands slid up his thighs, one cupping his balls while the other stroked his sheath. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you a vixen. I’m working on it, cross my heart. But for now you have this little thing, so think of it as a practice run. Now, get her boy!” she cried out happily, pushing Todd towards the terrified Marta.

Todd could see fear turn into blind panic, saw Marta’s tiny body tense even before she bolted. He lunged and his arm shot out just in time to grip a slender bicep, allowing him to pull the now terrified woman against him.

“Relax, you know I’m not going to hurt you…” he whispered to the hyperventilating woman.

“Todd, please… you can’t…”

“I don’t have a choice. We don’t have one. She has the phone, the messages. It’s not only my life, it’s Vicky’s… I’ll be gentle, as much as I can. Just… pretend I’m someone else, pretend it’s not happening, whatever you need to do to make it through this.” he said, maneuvering her down onto all fours, keeping a firm grip on her as his sheath swelled and his cock emerged.

“Todd… please…” she whimpered, but it only made the fox scowl.

Damn it, why was she making it difficult? Neither of them had a choice in this! She was the one who’d taught him never to go against humans, to suffer hard work or degradation stoically just to keep from getting into worse trouble. She didn’t have to enjoy this, or even pretend to, but she could at least keep quiet until it was over.

He didn’t like what Emily was forcing on them either. He’d never hurt Marta, and he still wanted to be as gentle as he could, but he wasn’t kidding himself. He was pent up, the body under his own smelled just right and a part of him was responding to the feel of a soft, swollen sex mashed against the tip of his cock. On some level, he’d enjoy it. He had to just to provide Emily with a show - her pet fox breeding her pet marten.

“What are you waiting for!?Fuck her! Fuck your cum into that little whore!” Emily cried out, the eager tension in her voice making Todd’s hackles rise.

It was awkward - Marta really was too small for a male like him. Hard work had left him with more muscle than most foxes boasted, and even a vixen would have found him a little big in more ways than one. He held Marta firmly as his tapered tip poked the soft heat-swollen muff until he found it - wet and yielding, the center of her lightly furred sex. As he pierced her cunny Marta’s shriek pierced his ears, equal parts fear, pain, and despair. She was tight - as tight as his fist, but unlike his calloused paw the flesh gripping him was flawless - smooth, moist and thrillingly hot. It clouded his reason for a few split seconds, long enough for him to push the rest of the way into her.

He remembered his promise then and stopped, allowing Marta some time to adjust and for the grip of her cunny to relax enough to let him thrust. He was laid over her, feeling her back against his chest, feeling her shoulders shake as she tried to sob as best as she could with the mass of a vulpine erection filling her. He felt guilt and ran from it, focusing on the sensation of a female wrapped around him. His knot was the only part left outside of the whimpering woman, but he knew that in time he would stretch her out enough to drive it in. He was sure Emily would insist. He was suddenly aware that he was mounting Marta like a feral animal, exactly the way Emily would have expected. Rebelling as much as he dared, he lifted himself up until he was kneeling behind the whimpering marten instead of covering her. He hoped it would help her feel a little less trapped, but he still kept a firm grip on her hips, ensuring that should she try to bolt again, she would be.

“Okay, enough foreplay. Fuck her Todd, fuck that tight little pussy!” Emily insisted.

She was naked beside them, her nipples stiff and pointing up on her perky chest while she pumped a hand between her skinny thighs. A nubile young body, one that could –albeit just barely- take what Todd had to offer. But Emily was too scared to offer it, so Marta was going to have to suffer just so that the teen could experience a fucking by proxy. As he pulled out he could see how much her sex was clinging to him, straining around the smooth red rod slipping out inch by thick inch. That same puffy mound dimpled in when he pushed back into the sobbing female, the guild of the violation dimmed by the sublime pleasure of the variety he rarely had a chance to enjoy.

Size was obviously a problem for Marta, but not or Todd. She was so tight he had to slow down just to keep from going off too fast. He didn’t want to prolong Marta’s obvious suffering but he knew Emily was nowhere near satisfied, and that it would turn out bad for them if he came before she did. Fortunately the twisted teen was fascinated by the sight of the tiny marten’s body struggling to take an over-sized male, her hand fisted around the sobbing woman’s puffed tail as she pulled it back far enough to expose the pink pucker winking under it.

“Ooohhh, Marta, you should see how pretty that fuzzy little muff of yours looks now that it’s got what it needs. Tell me how good it feels you little slut…” Emily coed as she pumped her two middle fingers in and out of her virgin cunny.

“Muh-Miss… please, I…” the Marten sobbed, but couldn’t finish.

“You heard her Todd, she’s begging or it! Come on you fucking beast, fuck her hard or I’m bringing in daddy’s dogs to show you how it’s done!”

I’m doing this for Marta’s sake…

The thought helped the fox rationalize what he was about to do. He got one foot under him before rising, wrapping an arm around Marta's chest as he easily hauled the startled woman up with him. His move delighted Emily, her pretty blue eyes twinkling at the sight of the tiny female impaled on her vulpine mate and held up like a large, living sex-toy. Her free hand found the tiny golden loops on the lowest pair of the marten’s teats, grabbing a firm hold o one as she let Todd’s humping bounce Marta and tug the stiff nipple back and forth.

Each time a piercing was tugged the pain would cause Marta to clench and Todd to grit his teeth as an already tight pussy clamped around him. He was bouncing Marta on his cock with every buck of his hips, given up on trying to make it bearable for her. If she wasn’t going to be reasonable and try to get through this, he'd try and finish as soon as he could, while giving Emily a good enough show.

The girl looked like she’d cum already, but the fingers pumping that smooth pink slit were still busy, squelching as she pushed them in just deep enough to reach her hymen without running a risk of robbing herself of her purity. The very idea that the young woman putting them through this was a virgin was both laughable and sickening. Even though it was Marta who was bouncing on a rosy vulpine erection, Emily looked like the one enjoying a good had fucking, with her cheeks almost glowing red and her nipples so hard that her firm young breasts looked peaked.

“Go on, knot her! Breed her right, fucker, I wanna see her belly swell up!” the girl almost growled, sounding like more of an animal then either of them.

Todd’s only solace was that what she was asking for was impossible, at least as far as pregnancy went. He wasn’t sure Marta could take his knot, but if she was going to do it, it would have to be soon since the bulge was swelling fast. Believing that Emily would follow through on her threat to bring a dog in to do what he couldn’t, he started pulling Marta’s hips down to meet every thrust. He could feel her splaying around him, coming closer and closer to taking his knot with each thrust. Seconds mattered now since every failed attempt to tie was stimulating him and causing him to grow. With a grunt of frustration and lust he gave one savage thrust, feeling her spread, hearing her whimper and finally seeing the straining flesh of her vulva close around the thin base as the swelling, throbbing mass sank deeper into her body.

“Fuck, I can’ believe that fit!” Emily gasped, running her hand down to cup the distended sex, feeling the hard mass of male flesh growing now that it was trapped someplace tight and warm. Marta averted her eyes from the sight of Emily playing with her sex, looking up and meeting Todd’s gaze.

Even with his orgasm fast approaching Todd felt his heart break at the sight of the quiet but strong woman reduced to a whimpering, weeping mess, and for the role he played in it. But there was no holding back nature, especially once Emily started fondling his sack. The testes in their furry pouch lifted and seconds later started twitching, with Emily squealing happily as she ran her fingers up, as if she could follow the course of the first jet of cum as it traveled along his shaft, out the tip pressed tight against Marta’s cervix and into her womb.

“S-scruff her! Come on, give her a nice mating bite, I wanna see this little slut cum!” Emily insisted.

Still lost in the bliss of his climax Todd didn’t even hesitate, lowering his long muzzle and fastening his teeth into fur and flesh. He had to lift her a little just to reach, and the sensation of biting her neck and tugging on his own knot made him growl around his mouthful. Emily’s thighs tightened around her hand, knees trembling as she bit her lip and came at the sight of the two of them, a hand still resting on the martens bulging belly. She must have still been riding her orgasm when she pulled the hand from her own pussy and started rubbing the distended mound of the weeping marten. Skilled fingers did their job and Marta came, her gasps sounding no less pained or pathetic than her sobs…

********

It was unusual for someone to have a nightmare and then fall asleep, but Marta felt like that had happened. Being rutted by Todd had been terrifying and had drained her emotionally and physically. Once Emily made her lose control loss of consciousness followed, plunging her into a very brief dreamless sleep. It ended only when she felt a twinge of pain between her legs, followed by a long, semi erect cock sliding out, the tip leaving her tight sex with a soft pop and a nauseatingly loud splash of vulpine seed. She was still in Todd’s arms, limp as a boiled noodle as he spun her around. She found herself staring at the ceiling and lying on something hard. The coffee table, most likely.

“See, she’s coming ‘round. I told you - this slut loved it and she wants more…” said Emily, grinning wide and her face still flushed with excitement. Todd looked less enthused, but the resigned look on his face was scary. He didn’t say anything as Emily climbed onto the table, straddling Marta’s head and pinning the marten’s small arms down with her ankles. A smooth pink slit descended, dripping wet but still looking pristine and virginal, unlike the mess she could feel drooling from her sore sex.

“I wanna feel her screaming into my pussy, so you better make this bitch scream..” she heard Emily say as the bald cunny was pressed to her muzzle, soft fingers digging into her sore vulva as a tip was carefully guided to the messy opening…

*******

Her ‘mating’ didn’t take, of course. Just like they’d told Emily, but the girl either didn’t believe them or just pretended not to. She took every opportunity to play with her ‘pets’, separately or together, but whenever Marta came into heat she would insist on trying to ‘breed’ the two of them. All while keeping her parents in the dark. It had happened nearly everywhere by now – the kitchen, the dining room, Marta’s own snug bedroom. Wherever she turned she could almost see herself bent over, help or propped up or laid down on the floor. Last week she’d been serving dinner to the Archer family and had almost made a mess when she spotted a faint claw mark in the wood of the dining table and her hands started shaking.

It was bound to happen. They could only stay secret for so long, with Emily no longer able to wait for an empty house to play with her toys. They had been in the wine cellar when Mr. Archer had decided to sneak down and help himself to a nightcap. Emily had managed to hide in the last moment, but the knotted pair of servants weren’t so fortunate.

Mr. Archer wasn’t by any means a kind man, but so far Marta had given him no cause to complain. But decades of faithful service and hard work seemed to evaporate like morning mist once he saw her naked and being held up by the fox who was still seeding her stuffed sex. He’d gone red in the face as he berated them, singling her out and expressing his shock at her behavior, a woman he’d trusted with raising his child!

He’d called her a slut, and both of them animals who couldn’t control their base instincts and natural urges. He expressed his disgust even though Marta was sure she could see a slight tent in his pants, and the marten just wept silently as she cast her eyes down. They were ordered to clean up after they were done, as if Marta hadn’t done just that after every violation Emily put them through. And finally, Marta was told she’d be moving in with Todd in his ramshackle little room. Mr. Archer couldn’t abide the soiled maid sleeping under the same roof as his impressionable teenaged daughter. After he was gone, the naked virgin darling emerged from her hiding place behind some stacked kegs.

“Well, that could have gone worse. For a moment I was worried dad would have Todd castrated. That would have seriously wrecked my plans. But maybe this is for the better – neither mom nor dad poke their noses into Todd’s sad little shack. We can have fun there much more often…”

*******

There was a time when Todd might not have minded having Marta as a roommate, even though there was barely enough room in his makeshift living quarters. But as he made his way back there, he knew he’d find two things – either a broken and fearful woman looking at him like some sort of monster and cringing from the sight of him, or the actual monster in their lives that wore the face and form of a pretty young girl. Sure enough Marta was there, still looking broken even though after dozens of ‘matings’ it was obvious she could take him without injury. Emily was there which made it clear what he had to look forward to, but the real shock came from the third female in the room.

“Todd!” Vicky almost barked out, relieved to see her big brother. I lasted for a second before she cringed, trying to curl her tail around her to hide her nudity. Her arms were behind her back, and judging from the malicious grin on Emily’s face Todd would guess they were bound.

“Surprise!” the girl sang out sweetly, savoring the male’s shock and mounting dread. “Aren’t you happy to see you little sis? Don’t get too excited though, she’s just here on loan. I tried to see if Sarah’s parents would sell her but apparently they’re too happy with their perfect little vixen maid. But who knows, after tonight her value might just go down, hmm?” she said and Todd felt his heart sink. Vicky didn’t seem to have an idea of what was going on, but he did. She’d threatened him and promised him, and he’d allowed himself to hope it was just cruel teasing, but now that Vicky was actually here, naked and…

“Smell that, stud?” the teen said, sliding up to the bound vixen and pushing a hand between the shocked girl’s thighs. Todd could smell it, but Emily still made a point of smearing her wet fingers all over his nose. “Nice and ripe, isn’t she? Marta was a bit of a disappointment, but this slut’s guaranteed to swell up with a nice litter of kits…” Emily said, the naked sylph of a girl almost dancing in the cramped shack as she stood behind his terrified sister. Todd’s jaw clenched when Emily ran her hands from Vicky’s thighs, up the quivering vixen’s sides and finishing by cupping her firm young breasts. “Wonder if Sarah’s folks will still think Vicky’s sweet and pure when these swell up into a nice milky pair of whore-tits…”

“Emily… please, I’m begging you…” he said, desperate to have Emily take his sister back. His nostrils were flaring and he was trying to hold on to reason, to keep himself from becoming what Emily had been trying so hard to turn him into – a mindless animal ruled by basic instinct. Vicky was looking at him pleadingly, as if her big brother could save her. She didn’t realize that the longer she stayed in the same room the more dangerous he became to her…

“No need to beg foxy, I got her out here just for you. Sarah was too chicken to come and watch the fun, but she did insist on lots of pics of the action…”

“Todd, she told me… she can’t be serious? You’d never… I’m…” the vixen stammered out in a panic, her fear rising at the resigned expression her brother was trying to hide.

“Vicky… she got my phone. She’s read our messages. We don’t have a choice…” he said, watching as realization struck his sister like a slap to the face. “I’m sorry…”

“Awwww, how touching! The mean girl’s making you fuck a cute piece of vixen ass? Why don’t you tell her how you’d been using Marta as a cock-sock for the past few months? Or better yet – show her. Come on girl, time to present to your big bro…” Emily said, turning Vicky so she was facing a cot and away from Todd. “Now bend over. Face-down and ass-up like a good little slut…”

“Please… Miss Emily… I-eeyyYaaaAahh!” she cried out when the irate girl grabbed hold of a vulpine nipple and yanked down until her face was almost touching Todd’s cot.

Vicky’s hands were indeed bound behind her back, and with Emily now standing over her and holding her neck the panicking vixen couldn’t resist. Emily’s own breathing was hard, her chest rising and falling and drawing attention to the stiff nipples gracing her perky breasts. Todd knew that if he dared look down he’d spot the insides of her thighs – wet and glistening. This would be even better for her than watching him mount Marta – Vicky was a little older but so much closer to her build, and like Emily also a virgin. Although not for long. When the human teen gripped the vixen’s tail and exposed Vicky’s sex to her own brother he caught her biting her lip.

Even the vulpine girl’s pussy was a good match for her own – a pristine pink slit, the smooth skin gently giving way to soft, cream-colored fluff surrounding it. Emily’s eyes lingered on the whimpering girl’s quim, almost as if she could already see it closed and bulging around a fat fox-knot. Todd couldn’t take his eyes off either. It was easier to stare now that he wasn’t looking at Vicky’s face. God, how often had he dreamed wet, torrid dreams about this – a gorgeous vixen bent over with her tail raised, reeking of heat and desperate for what he was only too eager to give.

“Get your pants off Todd, they’re starting to look cramped…” Emily said, and zombie-like Todd obeyed. He stepped out of his beaten-up jeans, sporting an erection that left nothing but his knot in the fat white sheath.

For moths he’d felt like he was losing his mind from the constant stress of Emily showing people his phone and the things she’d forced him to do, but now he felt like he’d truly lost it. His body seemed to move on its own, like it belonged to someone else. Like it wasn’t him stepping forward, and like it wasn’t his sister he was approaching. Strong, calloused paws settled on perfectly firm vulpine cheeks, his sibling’s tail puffing out in panic as she felt the touch of a male for the first time in her life.

Emily took hilt of his sheath, pulling it back and letting his knot slip out before cupping his cock and gently guiding it closer and closer to the virgin slit of the terrified vixen. His sister’s scent was still smeared on his nose, and the fear and despair had burned themselves out leaving nothing behind but instinct. When his tapered tip caught between the soft, plump labia he pushed in slowly, but the moment he felt tight, moist walls wrapping around him he lost what little control he had and drove in with a single merciless stroke.

He didn’t even felt her hymen tear around him, but there was no mistaking the pained cry Vicky let out, followed soon by sobs as she found herself hilted by her older brother. It was all Todd could do to buy her a little time to get used to having him inside her. Fortunately Emily was too shocked by the sight to insist he start moving, her eyes wide as she saw a pussy so very much like her won straining but holding the red rod that both scared and excited her so much. Her hands were actually shaking as she reached for her phone, taking a few close-ups before moving to get a few shots of Vicky’s face. A few taps later the device chirped, meaning the photos were sent.

“Holy shit, Sarah’s gonna jill until her fingers fall off once she sees these…” Emily panted out before turning her attention to the marten standing in a corner and staring at the floor. “Marta, get over here and get your face in my pussy. I’m stuck being a cameraman, so I’m gonna need you to be a good girl and put that muzzle to use…”

Todd was dimly aware of Marta meekly obeying, of a small, furry body positioning itself between the long, smooth legs of the teen girl entranced by the sight in front of her. Todd had rammed all the way in on his first stroke, the vulpine sex proving a better fit for his cock even thought it was virginally snug. As he pulled out he watched the pristine pink labia cling to his still tiny knot for a second or two before the small bulge slipped out, his cock already glistening. Even though his sister was in heat he doubted she was enjoying this enough to get really wet, but he could feel his own tip making up for it and ensuring a slick and sloppy coupling.

His fingers pressed into he firm flesh of her ass, his dull claws poking hard enough to make Vicky whimper as inch after hard inch was pulled from her quivering cunny, a short respite for her aching insides before the entire length was driven back in with enough force for Todd’s hips to smack against her rear. The male felt his tail shiver and his teeth clench as his sister’s sex once again engulfed him, seeming a perfect fit for the cock that was once again buried in that soaked slit.

“That’s it boy… fuck her! Breed her! Knot that little slut and make her howl…” Emily gasped out, her young hips practically bucking against Marta’s face as the diminutive woman tried to keep up with the lust-mad teen.

Todd had a voice in his head insisting on the same things Emily was. He’d had plenty of guilty pleasure rutting and knotting Marta, but tight as she was the tiny maid couldn’t compare to the sensuous beauty of a vixen just entering her prime. The heart-shaped rump was a feast for the eyes and heaven in his grip, and the fluffy tail held forlornly to the side didn’t hide the sublime muscles in the arched back or the narrow, girlish waist of his sobbing sister. If it wasn’t for that one detail he knew he’d let himself loose. If Emily had brought some other vixen he was sure he’d be raping her without hesitation or mercy, no matter the tears, wails or pleas to stop.

Even with his sister it was hard to restrain himself. Her body was responding in subtle ways, signaling to the male that this was his chance to breed her, even though the thought revolted him. Maybe he’d have a chance after Emily came and was dazed what was promising to be a mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe he could persuade her to let him paint his sisters fur, or to drain his nuts in the pink pucker even now winking at him from under Vicky’s tail. It wouldn’t spare his sibling pain or degradation, but it would mean she’d leave here without his kits in her womb.

Time was running out with every stroke into that vulpine honey-pot. Even though Vicky had resigned herself to her fate and the tension drained from her now submissive body, the growing bulge was still straining her slippery sex. It was taking more and more force to tug it out and sometimes even sharp thrusts failed to drive the hard mass into the whimpering girl. It was only a matter of time now before the tugging failed to pull it free and the knot sealed both his sibling’s pussy and her fate.

“That’s it you animal, hurt her! I wanna hear the bitch howl, make her howl you fuck… fucke… fu…” Emily gasped out, her voice rising in pitch until she dropped her phone and grabbed Marta’s head with both hands.

The teen girl pushed her maid’s face hard against her sex, crushing her clit against the little black nose-pad of the marten as she mashed her young pink labia against the timid female’s muzzle. Todd saw her belly quiver as she rode the little Marten’s face without a care if she was hurting or suffocating the woman who’d damn near raised her. Maybe if she hadn’t done that, if she hadn’t just said what she’d said he’d never gotten round to his senses. They were not even animals to her. Hyacinth was an animal she owned and she was at least kind to the mare. They were cheap toys, there to be played with until they fell apart or she grew bored. Or desperate.

He’d hurt Marta plenty of times, even though he didn’t want to. He was hurting his sister now, pulling her back against his thrusts as he bred her freshly deflowered pussy while the vixen sobbed. There was no denying it had felt good with Marta and that it felt better with Vicky, and he almost wished he was an animal so he could enjoy the snug slit quivering around his erection as he railed the shapely vulpine rear. But he wasn’t an animal. He’d never wanted to hurt Marta, he didn’t want to hurt Vicky. The only woman he’d ever wanted to hurt was…

…within reach!

Emily’s eyes were so lidded they were almost closed, but even if they had been wide open they didn’t look like anyone was home. The girl’s whole body was shaking as she rode out a climax, lost to reality and far to dazed to notice a strong vulpine hand shooting out and grabbing her by the arm. He yanked out so suddenly out of Vicky that the vixen cried out as a swelling knot was forced out of her sex along with every inch of her brother’s erection. Both of the women were shocked as they saw his arm wrap around the human girl, the muscles bulging along it making it clear Emily wasn’t going anywhere.

“T-Todd! What the fu… let me…” Emily tried to stepper out, but a dark-furred paw slapping across her mouth put a stop to that.

“You want me to hurt a slut? To make her howl?” Todd asked in a steady voice so cold he could feel Emily grow stiff as a board in his grip. The paralysis lasted only until his hips stared moving, letting the tip of his cock slide from the top of her ass-crack until he was prodding away at her virgin cunny. It was like live current was put through her – she started struggling, shuffling her feet, trying to move her rear and failing. Her arms were pinned to her sides so she tried to grasp with her hands, doing nothing more than tugging on Todd’s fur. She screamed out even though he was still trying to wedge himself, the cry coming loud through her nose, but not nearly loud enough to reach the distant manor house and her parent’s ears.

When his tip slipped between her chubby folds she froze again, a different fear gripping her. Attempts to scream stopped as she started whimpering, maybe even trying to beg for mercy. She was scared enough to forget her pride, and even though the firm flesh of her young breasts Todd could feel the wild beat of her heart against the arm wrapped around her chest. Tears were running down her face and soaking into the hand covering her mouth, but they didn’t even make Todd hesitate. He hoisted the girl a little higher, kicked her legs apart and managed to spread her open just enough for the tapered tip to do what it was meant to – wedge itself into a wet, warm cleft.

“This is what you wanted? To see me breed a slut and make her howl? Howl for me, Emily…” he said and drove up in a savage buck.

The girl did just that, making both Vicky and Marta cover their mouths and flick their ears back at the sight of Todd savagely deflowering a human and stepping over a very deadly line. One couldn’t see the blood of the girl’s torn hymen against a red vulpine cock, Emily was a virgin no longer, with everything but Todd’s knot pistoning in and out of her straining sex. Lust and hate fuelled the fox as he worked to breed his latest female, and a wild abandon knowing that his life was in danger but it was at least his own.

Emily was every bit as sweet as he imagined she’d be while the girl stroked his cock or rode his muzzle. The perky young ass provided just enough cushioning against his thrusts, and her bare skin felt like heaven under his paws. Flawless and pale, making Todd regret that this hold didn’t give him much of a chance to run his claws over it, to leave the girl with something to remember him by. Something that she couldn’t just wash away… At some point the girl realized that whimpering wouldn’t help and tried to struggle, maybe because Todd was very obviously trying to drive his knot into her. She knew from watching him tie Marta that once that thing was in, there would be no escape for her until it went down.

“You’re not going to break free, I’m stronger than you are. You liked my muscles, didn’t you? Liked running your hands across my body while I was tied down, liked threatening to shave me so you could get a better look at them. How do you like them now?” he said, the cold tone ending in a growl that made the girl shudder against him.

The knot was too swollen to go in, and normally he wouldn’t have tried to force it. But he wanted Emily broken once he was done, wanted to give the three of them a decent chance to get away. He tightened his grip on her and bucked up with everything he had, feeling the supple young body slowly yielded. And in the end, when force and cruelty drove the swelling mass in, Emily did howl into Todd’s paw.

He couldn’t see the tie, but he’d seen her pretty pussy from up close often enough to imagine what it must look like – bulging out and just barely closing, the bruised and dripping lips parted just enough to show the mass sealing her as his tip strained against her cervix. When he finally came Todd had to stifle himself from howling, and he knew just how to do it. Emily was human, she didn’t have a scruff but he didn’t care. He pulled her head aside and fastened his jaws on the side of her neck, not biting her enough to break the skin but enough to leave a mark. He felt a warm trickle against his sheath and wondered for a moment if he’d scared the girl enough to make her wet herself, but when his nose failed to catch the acrid scent of urine and her pussy started to pulse, he knew the deviant teen had just climaxed.

With her body trying to draw his seed form him Todd felt no need to hold back. With a final growl against the girl’s porcelain-white and porcelain-fragile neck he let loose, feeling his knot throb and his shaft flex within the snug human passage. The massive watery load Emily had wanted to see him pump in his sister was now gushing into her own womb, the pressure of his firm tie ensuring that every drop was forced deep, a second and no less intense penetration as he fully claimed the girl’s formerly virgin sex.

He felt the girl’s legs shake a little before her body went limp in his grip. Taking the paw off her mouth he could feel her hot breath against his palm as the girl clung to consciousness. He released her and winced as her nubile body fell forward, remaining suspended from his crotch by the knot stuck firm between her legs. He hooked his thumbs between her labia, doing his best to pry the slippery, bruised folds apart. Gravity helped, pulling the girl down and revealing more and more of a knot that was too big to pull out unassisted. Once the widest part was out the entire obscene length slid wetly out, leaving the girl to crumple down onto the floor.

The two girls must have guessed his plan when they saw him digging his cock out, and both were dressed ad Marta handed him his pants. Vicky looked on the verge of tears, terrified at what was to come and looking more than a little scared of her brother after watching what he’d done to Emily and what he’d almost done to her. She still looked better than the teen who’d brought them all to this. Emily’s vacant eyes were rimmed red from crying as she curled up in a fetal position, hugging her knees and shivering as vulpine seed leaked from a slit that looked rosy and sore. She was in no position to stop them, or to call for help. Pulling his clothes on, Todd led the girls out and on the road to the nearest border, the first of many they’d need to cross if they were to feel safe again…