I seem to be getting a bit of a reputation as reasonably good purveyor of written yiffery. 122x1 requested that I write a story of his fennec fox encounter a certain big buff black wolf (ahem... preen, preen...) and "being used good and hard." I thought it might be good to give the idea a try... but with my usual twists of humor and heart. So yes, there's a lovely bit of yiffery in here... but you gotta get there first. After all, you can only give what you already have...

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Give and Take

Comfortably submerged up to his neck, the fennec fox luxuriated in the steaming waters of the hot tub, the churning sound of the Jacuzzi jets producing the white noise that muffled sounds from other areas of the bathhouse, making a warm, quiet cocoon for him to relax in. He had no idea why the hot tub was empty at the moment, but he was certainly grateful for it. More time was wanted, more time to think, or maybe just feel what it is that he really wanted. He knew what he had wanted after the phone call had come, and he knew what he'd wanted as he drove to this place, and he knew what he wanted when the young horse at the front desk explained the rules and gave him the key to one of the rooms, and he knew what he wanted when he undressed and left the room wearing nothing but a towel (which now lay just beyond splashing range on a nearby bench)... why was he so uncertain now?

Because you can only stay pissed off at yourself for just so long.

"Excuse me."

The fox looked up sharply at the slightly-upraised voice. Across the tub from him stood a very tall black-furred wolf, the standard-issue white towel not wrapped around his muscular middle but simply draped over one muscled arm, poised in precisely the position for a magician to say "Presto" just to see what might pop out of a concealed hat.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

Shifting himself carefully under the bubbles, the fox said, "No, not at all."

The wolf smiled softly, deftly chucked his towel at the bench, and stepped down into the hot tub. His thick black fur covered the most interesting details, although it would be difficult not to have noticed the full, rounded ball sack and the lump of sheath that looked as if it could contain a large-scale model of a Corinthian pillar. Whatever else the fox might have noticed, or wanted to notice, was almost instantly concealed in the churning foam of the hot tub. Even so, the sheer expanse of the wolf's capacious, well-defined chest was enough to keep the fox's attention. The wolf spread his powerfully-built arms to rest them on the rim of the sunken tub, somehow managing to make his chest look even bigger. He let his muzzle fall open a bit, his jaw dropping with a loud and deeply satisfying sigh as he regarded the fox through calm, heavy-lidded eyes.

"I've been looking forward to this all day," he said, then smiled slightly. "Forgive my poor manners; would you rather not talk?"

The fox wondered if he were even capable of speech at this point, surprising himself by saying, "No, that's all right."

Slowly, unselfconsciously, the wolf stretched himself beneath the water's foamy surface, seeming to exude waves of deep satisfaction and relaxation. "Sometimes, you just need to indulge yourself, don't you agree?"

"Yes," the fox managed to squeak out.

"A light workout, get the day's tensions out of your muscles, and a nice luxurious soak in a hot tub that you don't have to maintain yourself." The wolf chuckled. "Almost as good as having your own servant. Well... almost."

The fennec took in the wolf's suggestive grin and felt various parts of himself pucker. He held his breath. This could be the guy. You're worthless! The fox shook his head hard to dismiss the female's voice, felt his back teeth grind. I'm good enough to get the shit fucked out of me, bitch!

"So..." The wolf closed his eyes, smiling happily. "What did you come here for?"

"To get used."

The fennec froze in his place, not sure how he had managed to say it, not sure if he should have said anything at all. The wolf opened one eye and turned his lazy-lidded gaze toward the fox as he raised an eyebrow. "That was blunt."

For a long moment, the fox clamped his muzzle shut, afraid of what might come out if he opened it - more words, possibly, but more likely something like a scream. His gut churned inside him, his brain screaming words of fear, and of anger, and of hatred, some of it in his voice, some of it in hers, all of it threatening to come out.

A smile touching his great black muzzle, the wolf moved slowly under the bubbles, keeping his head above water, as he crossed the expanse of the tub until he was quite close to the fennec. "Would you like to alter that statement at all?"

The fox swallowed hard, trying to find something, anything, to say. Before he could find his voice, he jumped as he felt two huge, strong forepaws grip his thighs below the water, pinning him to the bench inside the tub, the thumbs rubbing roughly, suggestively up the inside of his legs toward his balls. The look in the wolf's ice-blue eyes was both commanding and welcoming, and the fox didn't know which signal to believe.

"Because if you're serious," the wolf growled through his tooth-filled grin, "I'd like to take advantage of that offer."

Again, the fox tried to speak, and again, all he could manage was a yip of huge surprise as the wolf made a sudden, firm grab at the fennec's balls. "Okay," he managed to squeak.

"Okay, what?"

A pause. "Okay, sir?" the fox questioned, his crossed eyes trying to focus on the wolf long enough to see if that was the right answer. He was surprised yet again when he heard the wolf chuckle.

"You seem to be a fox of few words. Let's try this: Are you saying that you want to go into a private room somewhere, with me, a complete stranger to you, and submit to my various whims and caprices, regardless of what it is that I want to do to you? Is that what you mean by 'being used'? Just being clear."

After only a moment's hesitation, the fox nodded rapidly. "Yes," he said. "Yes, that's what I want. I'll be your toy, your plaything, I'll do anything you say."

The words had escaped; there was no calling them back. The wolf seemed to be looking at him very carefully, as if making sure that he wasn't lying. The fox did his best to hold the look, despite what words were screaming in his mind, what doubts and fears, what curses and recriminations. There was no turning back now. He had to go through with it.

The wolf leaned closer to the fox's large, sensitive ears and rumbled, "You got a room?"

"Seventeen," the fox choked.

"I'm gonna go get some things from my locker," he said. He released his hold of the fox's balls, moved his paw up and wrapped it tightly, dripping, around the fox's muzzle. "You're going to be in 17, waiting for me, aren't you?"

With no other recourse but to confirm the information, the fox nodded as best he could with his muzzle clamped shut. This seemed to satisfy the wolf, who also nodded.

"Don't make me come looking for you. I hate having to hunt the same cum-dumpster twice. If you really want someone to use you hard, you'll be mine tonight, got it?"

Another nod from the fox, and from the wolf, who then opened his huge muzzle wide and licked lasciviously at the fox's nose.

"Five minutes."

The wolf rose bodily from the depths of the tub. The fox's face was now at eye-level with the large sheath that he'd seen before, and he was at first puzzled why such jet-black fur had a thick splotch of red in it, until he realized that he was seeing the first few inches of what had to be the largest and thickest canine cock he'd ever seen in his life. A fresh thrill went up and down his spine, made his tail convulse in the hot water. Towering over him, the wolf stood in private splendor, the hot wet fur actually making tendrils of steam in the cool air around the tub, as if he were some sort of god-like creation, freshly baked in the kiln of the universe.

"Don't forget to dry off."

As the fox shook himself from his reverie, the wolf gathered his towel and slung it around his shoulders, unconcerned with the water dripping from his fur, or with his semi-exposed penis left clearly in view of any gawkers in the area. His thick black tail wagged slowly back and forth, as if expressing happy anticipation of what was to come. And that thought alone galvanized the fennec, making him leap from the tub to grab his towel and try furiously to dry himself before sprinting to his room.

* * * * *

In the small cubicle of a room, the fennec tried to decide if it was tidy enough, in spite of the fact that it held nothing but his clothes in a tiny built-in closet, and a raised flat space designed to be a bed-like platform that was (one hoped) reinforced underneath to support the variety and intensity of the pounding that it likely received on a regular basis. One flat sheet, over-bleached white, covered the veneer-like surface of the large bed-like block; two pillows that looked to have been stolen from some airline or other completed the ensemble. There wasn't much interior decorating to be done to improve the feng shui.

"Hey, foxie."

The fennec whirled in near panic, only to see the black wolf, his naked black-furred form almost filling the door frame, grinning at him.

"Looks like you're ready to me."

"Y-y-yeah," the fox stammered. Naked, his tail twitching, his heart thudding, and (he now realized) the beginnings of an erection starting to show... his balls felt cold and shriveled as he watched the wolf move slowly into the cubicle, a small canvas sack in his paw. This he set down next to the bed, then closed and locked the door behind him. He turned his attention back to the fox, his smile broadening.

"Last chance."

Despite the quiver in his voice, the fox insisted, "I'm no coward."

"It's not about cowardice." The wolf stepped closer to the fox and leaned down into his face. "It's about power, and you're about to give yours up. You're about to let me use you any way I want, and I've got some interesting tastes. You still want?"

"I'm no coward!" the fox almost shouted. "I can take whatever you've got! Bring it on!"

The wolf nodded slowly. "Get on the bed. Now."

After only the slightest hesitation, the fennec sat on the bed, looking defiantly up at the wolf for further instructions.

"Face the wall, paws and knees, and get your tail up high."

The fennec obeyed as quickly as he could. He felt the wolf grab him roughly at the base of the tail and pull upward.

"Up high, fox."

The fennec readjusted himself, gulping audibly. He felt his tailhole flex involuntarily, a tiny knot of dread curled in his stomach. This wolf means business. He heard the wolf rummaging in his bag, pausing as if lifting something out of it.

"Yes, this should do." A pause. "Nothing to slick it up with, I think... that would only make it worse for you."

The fox's breath caught in his chest, a tiny whimper of fear trying to escape, failing. He'd asked for this. This was all he'd been thinking about, ever since her call, all the way here, all the time he'd been yelling in his car, this is what you came here for...

"Here it comes, pup."

The fennec almost screamed...

...then felt the softest bristles of any brush in the world began to work their way gently, almost professionally through the fur of his tail. Long, slow strokes, careful not to pull any knots or tangles, the pressure of the wolf's paw on the base of the tail keeping it comfortably within reach of the bristles.

"You really should take better care of this tail," the wolf said mildly. "You have beautiful fur."

Eyes bulging in sheer disbelief, the fennec trembled, the rage building in him until he pushed himself upward with his forepaws, yanked himself away from the wolf's grasp and turned to pounce upon him, ready to tear him limb from limb no matter how much bigger the damned dog might be. It took him several seconds to realize that the wolf had dropped his brush and was now quite easily restraining the fennec's attacks, having grabbed both of the fox's wrists in his powerful forepaws.

"You bastard!" the fennec hissed. "What the fuck do you think-"

"I'm getting what I want," said the wolf. "Or starting to, anyway. You're really pissed, aren't you?"

"Fuck me or I'll find someone who will!"

"I doubt it."

The wolf grinned and butted his forehead against the fennec's nose just hard enough for it to startle him. Without warning, the fox found himself grabbed about his middle, his arms pinned to his side, and spun around with his back pressed against the wolf's chest. He struggled and cursed for another minute or so before his words became sobs, and he found himself crying like a foolish kitling, wrapped in the wolf's powerful embrace. Rage had turned to tears of frustration, from there to defeat, then to resignation. And through it all, the wolf simply held him, making no move of any kind. When finally the fennec became still, his breathing still rough but quieter, he felt the wolf lessen his grip, pulling the fox gently back to lay against his chest.

"Who is it?" he asked.

The fennec looked back over his shoulder a bit.

"Who is the voice in your head?"

"How could...?"

"Who?"

The fox swallowed. "Fiancé. Ex-Fiancé," he corrected.

He felt the wolf nod. "Must have been bad."

A long moment passed before the fox could speak again. "She found out I'm bisexual. It wouldn't have mattered; I would have taken a vow of monogamy willingly, but she said it was too much to risk. She didn't trust..." He shut his eyes against the memory, whispered, "How did you know?"

"Because you were so pissed off that you didn't care what happened to you. That much was obvious. Everything you said told me that you weren't here to have sex. You're here to be punished."

The fennec felt his blood freeze, then felt the tender paw of the wolf softly stroking his headfur as one would do for a beloved mate. "Why didn't you just fuck me?"

"Because you couldn't give me what I wanted."

He smiled a little. "I know you're probably huge, but I can take it."

"That's the point. I can't." The wolf's smile came through in his voice. "That would be rape. I can enjoy hot-and-hard sex, little fox, but it has to be given. You didn't want to give yourself; you wanted to be raped, damaged, debased. Not my scene. If you still want to hurt yourself that badly, I'm sure some sick bastard can be found to fill the bill."

The fox considered a moment - not to think that he really did want to be damaged, he wasn't crazy. He took the moment to consider that he was a very lucky fox. He turned slightly, lay his muzzle against the wolf's chest; the smell of chlorine from the hot tub was wearing off of both of them, and fox's sensitive nose began to register the heat and musk from the thick wolf pelt next to him. He shifted, hugged the arms that held him close. "No," he said softly. "I think maybe I'm tired of being hurt." After a pause, he chuckled and said, "In that way, at least."

"You actually want to be hurt?"

"I imagine there's going to have to be some ... adjusting, at the least." The fennec grinned. "I've had a little bit of rough play before - giving and getting."

"And you want to give yourself to me, little fox?"

A deep breath, a sense of peace coming over him, the fox nodded once. "For this time that we are together, I give myself to you."

"Safe word?"

"Antwerp."

A pause, filled with vibrant emotion. "I will be worthy of your trust."

"I will be worthy of your needs... Master."

In a sudden sharp move, the wolf buried his muzzle into the nape of the fennec's neck and bit down hard, his impassioned growl sounding so low and deep in his chest that the fox felt the thrumming through the tracery of the wolf's teeth. The fennec barked in surprise, stiffened, then fell limp into the wolf's clutching embrace.

"Oh my Master...!" The fennec's paws flailed briefly, came to rest upon the wolf's thick muscular thighs, grasped hold as if to keep himself from falling. He felt the huge maw close just a little more, felt the teeth pressing harder into the skin beneath his fur, the thrill of the tension, the mild pain, the touch of fear... The wolf's jaws could snap a thigh bone in half with a single crunch. He could rip my throat out...!

Panting, he tensed himself, waiting... yes, his mind screamed, yes, I am your gift, I give you all... "Yes... yes, my Master, I am yours..."

A sudden, sharp increase in the pressure, followed immediately by release. The fennec dropped his head almost to his chest, his neck still quite whole and quite attached, his body held still in the wolf's powerful embrace. He let himself breathe quickly and hard, a smile touching his muzzle.

"Good little fox," the voice rumbled behind him.

"Thank you, my Master." The fox grunted, feeling the wolf's paw on his cock, only now realizing that he was fully hard, pre-cum flowing freely from his tip.

"I think someone enjoyed himself."

"Yes, my Master." The fennec smiled. "Fox enjoyed."

"I have an idea for you..." The wolf leaned forward and whispered in the fennec's ear, as the grin on the fox's muzzle spread slowly and wide.

"Yes, my Master," he whispered. "Please let me give myself to you... just that way."

The wolf's muzzle touching the fennec's ear, he whispered, "I accept."

Gently, the wolf released the fennec, who lay out upon his stomach, happily waiting as the wolf dug into his canvas bag once more. He was still nervous, or perhaps it was excitement... that tingling that told him that he was truly asking for what he was about to receive. No longer anger, no more self-hatred... this was all about him. His gift. His Master.

"Arms."

The fox put his arms behind him, letting the wolf take them firmly in paw, bending them at the elbow and pressed down into the middle of his back. He felt cloth being wrapped around them snugly, and tied.

"Good?"

"Yes, my Master."

"Knees."

The fox moved, and slipped. He tried to shift his hips, get his knees under him, but the sheet slipped against the plastic-veneer surface of the platform. He turned his face, tried to dig his cheek into the sheet to give himself leverage, slipped and fell back on his stomach. From behind, he heard a deep, good-natured chuckle from the wolf.

"Easy, easy little fox! Let your Master put you where he wants you."

Large, strong paws gripped the fox's hips on either side and lifted, as the fennec shifted to get his knees back under himself, giggling as he did so. "There," he said at last. "Is that good, Master?"

"That," said the wolf admiringly, "is beautiful. I meant it when I said you have a lovely tail."

"High enough, my Master?"

"Yes, little fox. Yes indeed."

The fox inhaled sharply as he felt the sudden application of a thick, wide, wet, and powerful wolf tongue to his puckered tailhole. His moaning was involuntary; the wolf's tongue was skilled and persistent, stroking and sliding and finally pushing inward, flexing the fox's tight rosebud, stretching the tight ring within. The fox grunted and squeaked and yipped with pleasure at the invader's presence, calling out to his wolven Master for more, and more still.

"Ah," panted the wolf. "I think you're ready. Do you want me, little one?"

"Yes, my Master. I want you. All of you. Now, please, my Master... please..."

His heart beating fast, the fennec felt the wolf shuffling into place behind him, felt the tip of the thick canine cock at his tailhole, felt squirts of pre-cum slicken his fur and the already-wet pucker that flexed and begged to be taken. The tip touched the fox, still doubled over, his chin to the over-bleached sheet, waiting, feeling the tip move forward, opening him slowly, pushing against the resistance, then opening more, and pushing back, and opening still more...

"Yes, Master," he panted heavily, a mantra, a benediction, a prayer, "yes, Master... yes, Master... yes, Master..."

A pause, waiting, teasing, the fox's tailhole already feeling as if it were stretched wider than ever before, wider than was possible. The wolf's paws gripped the fox's hips firmly, poised, prepared.

"Ready." A statement more than a question.

"Master, yes Master, take me... take me..."

The wolf pulled back hard on the fennec's hips as he plunged his length inside with a single powerful thrust. Fire exploded inside the fox as he cried out a single barked cry of sharp pain, whimpered, tried to raise his upper body and couldn't, collapsing against the sheet again. Impaled, hilted against the wolf's thick knot bumping against his tailhole, the fennec breathed heavily, quickly, in gasps of mixed pain and pleasure. He felt the wolf lean over him, covering him, paws to the sides of the fox's shoulders.

"Little fox...?"

"Yes, my Master..." he panted. "Yes... I just... let me..."

He felt a paw pet his headfur gently. "I should have taken the time to put on a proper harness."

"I'm all right, my Master, lift me, my arms..."

"I'd damage your shoulders that way. Here, let's fix this," said the wolf. "On three, try to raise your upper body. Understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Large, powerful paws on his shoulders, weight shifting, the thick wolf cock still jammed deeply into the fox's ass. "One... two..."

The fennec tensed his tight abdominal muscles as the wolf helped pull him upright, shifting quickly to catch him when he started to fall. The wolf leaned back slightly, still tightly inside the fox.

"My paws, Master... lift me a little more..."

As the wolf complied, the fennec managed to get his hind paws under him so that he squatted rather than merely sat upon the huge cock. Hearing the wolf grunt in pleased surprise, the fennec took advantage and began to exercises his knees and thighs, bouncing up and down rapidly upon the wolf's turgid tool. Now I can really give you want you want...

The rough burning inside the fox gave way to the intense pleasure of being filled more fully than ever before in his life. Intoxicated by the heady scent of the wolf's heavy musk, the fox squeezed the wolf's stiff member, milked it as he rode hard, feeling the wolf beginning to thrust in response, nearly pulling all the way out only to jam himself to hilt yet again, and again, and again. Supported by the wolf's powerful arms, the fox felt the large paws begin to curl, to press claws against the fur, against the flesh, gripping harder. So caught up in his own breathlessness, the fox almost missed the increasingly intense sounds of the wolf grunting and straining to delay, or to hasten, the inevitable moment that seemed about to crash in upon them...

"Yes, my Master!" the fox cried, straining through his belabored breaths. "Take me! I am yours!"

The wolf's entire body shuddered violently in release, a barking howl escaping his lips as he clutched the fennec so tightly as to threaten his breathing. The fox clamped his tailhole down upon the thick cock as it erupted in thick, hot ropes of cum, lining the fox's innards, each pulse making him yip with delight, at the sensation, at the happiness of having given this gift to his Master...

Suddenly, the fox's eyes bulged, his maw wide open in a silent cry... Even as the wolf still trembled in his release, he grabbed the fennec's pre-cum slickened cock, moved his paw in hard, fast jerks, sensing the tension in the fox's own body, and at the precise moment, he clamped his maw down upon the fox's neck for a second time. The fox wriggled in the grip of the wolf's arm, his entire body writhing, wracked with spasms that overloaded his brain almost to unconsciousness, his cock spewing forth jets of seed arcing high into the air, fireworks exploding behind his eyes.

Both fox and wolf legs were trembling with the exhaustion and the effort. Carefully, the wolf let the fennec slightly forward, then removed the cloth that bound his arms. Still inside the fox, the wolf carefully guided them both to lie down on the bed platform, the wolf holding the fox close to him.

"Little fox," he panted heavily. "That is quite possibly the most wonderful gift I have ever been given." He licked the fox's ears gently, kissed the top of his head. "Shall I give you back yourself?"

"May I have just a few more moments of your being my Master?" The fox smiled. "I've never had that before. I think I like it."

In answer, the wolf snugged the fox about his middle. "You are mine, and under my protection. None will harm you, little fox; you are safe." He kissed the fennec's ear again and chuckled. "You realize that I'm going to have to brush out your tail fur again."

"Yes, my Master... and... perhaps I may give you myself again sometime?"

"That," the wolf said softly, "is an even greater gift."

In the dim light of the cubicle, the fox fought back a tear and smiled.