A Foxy Monster - Cockgenesis

**Being raised in a traditionalist lupine household is restrictive in Moon Peak. The towns residents, almost exclusively belonging to the canid families, are experiencing a clash of culture in this century. Although the wolves have dominated the community for many years since colonisation of the state, they are now having to share the power more and more with what they consider their lesser cousins. The different breeds of dogs, the red foxes, the coyotes and more are now beginning to not only match but outnumber the wolves. But prejudice still rules in Moon Peak.

For Peter Holding this leaves him just a little speciesist among other things. His parents have always told him that he is better, automatically superior to anyone who is not also a wolf. Then wrap that up in the usually arrogant all knowing mind of a teenager at school and it makes for quite the intolerant asshole. Not that such a handicap has stopped Peter from making friends, almost all exclusively his fellow lupines and all equally as foul.

Each day at school is punctuated by their bullying, teasing and generally being dicks towards the non-lupines in school. For they are still the most populous species by far in Moon Peak High. The teachers do not help either and to be honest most of them harbour prejudices one side or the other anyway; much to the knowledge of the students making them hypocrites.

However although we cannot speak for all wolves in Moon Peak, Peter is about to have an experience that will change that view forever. This tale begins on a Friday afternoon, last day of school before a national holiday and the wolf is in the locker room of the school gym. His fur is dark fur is sweaty and clings to the youthful and handsome wolf's skin as he has been lifting weights earlier. Classes are very relaxed and by this point many students have already escaped home or elsewhere to enjoy the hot summer afternoon.

Suddenly someone walks into the room that Peter has almost never seen in the gym. It is a red fox, a diminutive and scrawny one even by their standards called Jeremy Long, or Jerry for short. He is what others might describe as a nerd, but what Peter describes as a spineless bushtail. an odd sight though seeing him in the place devoted to physical exertion. Gym classes are to some optional if they choose an alternate activity such as the occasional cycling trip. As such Peter has never seen Jerry here, yet the fox has brought a gym bag with him too.

"Hey," Jerry says timidly to the wolf and raises his paw waving it slightly. But the wolf just glares at him and even growls a little until the fox averts his eyes. "Nevermind then," Jerry mutters under is breath as he finds the locker his issued key fits.

Peter is about ready to get washed in the adjoining shower room. But before he goes he has an idea to try and embarrass the fox a little. So with no one else in the room he removes his sweat vest and then his shorts, no underwear being underneath them. His toned furry ass, his above average sheath and hanging balls, all of it is out to see. But to go even one step further he does a semi-pose, flexing his well defined biceps and triceps, bunching his pecs together.

When Jerry notices the tall and naked teenage wolf he stops and stares. A lump in his throat stops the vulpine from speaking as he stares in a combination of shock, confusion and obvious interest. His eyes follow the musculature of the other teen and Jerry can already feel his pants straining against a part of himself. At this point he looks away, focusing on controlling himself as he rummages through his gym bag.

"What's wrong? Don't like being reminded how inferior you are?" Peter is feeling very cocky and sure of himself now as he begins to strut across the locker room. The fox cannot ignore the approaching wolf and he looks back, eyes travelling down to watch the lupine's dangling balls as they swing between his strong legs.

"N-n-n-no." Jerry struggles to speak. He can feel blood rushing to his member as it slips out of is sheath. Only now does the wolf start to notice this, the fox's pants tenting out.

"Oh, so you're a little faggot fox too? Figures. Oh sorry, am I being speciesist?" Peter scoffs at the fox as he closes in like a predator hunting prey. The fox yips and falls backwards, his ass landing with a slap on the bench. He panics with a blush and tries to pull his t-shirt over the still expanding bulge in his pants.

"What..." Peter starts to realise something is wrong with this. If what he has glanced is accurate the fox is packing something else in there than his penis, surely. "Show me shorty. What are you hiding there?"

The fox shakes his head, ears drooped as he struggles to hide his shame. But the vastly stronger wolf grabs his arms and yanks them out of the way with a growl. What he sees makes the lupine stop and gawk. It looks unnatural, and definitely way out of proportion considering the inferior stature of the vulpine. His erection, which is obviously an erection from the outline, is pushing out from his pants and traveling up underneath is shirt now. A wet patch is starting to show and the shaft is leaning to one side as it is still growing.

"What the fuck?!" A confused Peter undresses the fox for him. Jerry tries to stop him, all the while blushing as he shouts at the wolf to get away. But Peter is determined to see this for himself. He gets the shirt off just as the vulpine's pants start to rip themselves apart at the seams from the incredible strain.

A long and tall, thick and meaty, hard and throbbing monster of a cock leaps out at the naked wolf. He flinches as it hits him square on the torso, strings of pre splattering across his sweaty chest fur. Jerry looks as timid and innocently ashamed as any fox is capable of appearing, ears lowered and clinging onto his bushy red tail as the unnatural endowment he has been blessed with throbs with a mind of its own against the handsome and butt naked wolf.

At this point some strange things are going on inside Peter's mind. After spending this long believing wolves to be the best for everything, here he stands with a mere vulpine sporting a towering erection that he has never seen even in professional porn films. It is a freak of nature for sure, and a wonder how the logistics of blood supply even work, but it is there nonetheless drooling over his chest fur right now. Such a thing breaks all oh his prejudicial rules but also does something else. For beneath the wolf's own belly button his sheath is beginning to stir. There is a feeling, new and exotic coming over him that he has never known before. Is this what it feels like, that fetish of feeling overshadowed by something superior to your... "thing"?

The fox is still cowering on the bench, for the most part frozen as he stares up at the wolf. In a way he is frozen in fear of what the wolf is stood still for; a strange kind of consequence. He is a genuinely meek person for the most part and as such his abnormal endowment is an embarrassing fact. Very few people know of it and certainly nobody else at school knows about it, as far as he himself is aware of at least.

Jerry is now aware of something else throbbing in the room. Peering up at the wolf, past his own aroused leviathan he sees the thing that is poking against his embarrassingly large erection. With a barely suppressed gasp the fox realises that the wolf is just as turned on as himself right now. Peter's own phallus is only around nine inches long, unlike the titan the vulpine is sporting, but it is rock hard and twitching like mad. Jerry looks back up at the wolf's face, trying to read some kind of intent, but the lupine is still thinking.

All of a sudden the wolf clasps his strong hands either side around the midsection of Jerry's hyper phallus. The fox moans loudly as the wolf squeezes his cock, massaging the veiny, throbbing beast as its pointy tip drools. His eyes are drooping, hie entire face contorting from the feelings he is experience but Jerry can make out the wolf lowering his muzzle closer to his foxhood. A soft, intimate kiss is followed by a strong sucking sensation on the tip of Jerry's penis and the rest of the teenager's body turns to jelly.

Peter is being carried along in the moment of it all. Nobody else is here, nobody else will know. He has never had a homoerotic thought before in his life, let alone for a little bushtail. But the way this massive organ is throbbing in his paws. The way the pre is spilling out of the head onto his tongue spreading its powerful musk to his senses of taste and smell. And then there is how Jerry himself is cowering on the bench, a slave to his own phallus as the beast throbs and bucks in the strong wolf jock's paws. It is a carnal moment of intoxicating erotica, it is an ultimate forbidden fruit to Peter and something he very much wants to keep on tasting.

The fox falls off of the bench and slips down behind it. His cock slips down through the taller teen's hands making him try to reactively hold on to it tighter. This causes the organ to buck hard, pulling Peter forward stumbling a little as its head spurts with pre splattering over the wolf's face and dripping over his naked torso. Peter cannot control himself anymore, his wolfhood twitches as and he knows what he wants to do now. Climbing over the bench he pushes the fox's titanic erection against the lockers and straddles it.

Throbbing hard and oozing pre, the fox's malehood is now as tall as he is and still growing. He cannot believe it as he is trapped underneath his own erection and the hunky wolf above him who is starting to grind himself against the phallus, humping it whilst panting hard. This cannot be real, he has always been big but not to unrealistic proportions like this before. However none of that truly matters now as Peter wraps his legs and arms around the monolithic member, squeezing it with all of his strength and sending Jerry into a shuddering pseudo-orgasm. The vulpine does not even pay attention to the way his balls are expanding in size too, churning and gurgling loudly with semen being produced out of nothing.

Gyrating himself against the cock that is as long as he is tall, Peter is loving this. He licks the underside of the hyper phallus, taking away a sample of pre he swallows down. There is much more where that came from too as the head bubbles like a fountain, streams of the clear sticky liquid coming down. The wolf is quickly covered, his sweaty fur becoming sticky fur. It is not long doing this before the teen wolf can feel his loins burning. Hugging the foxhood tightly Peter humps it like mad until he lets loose with a howl and his white gooey cum shoots across it. He pants harder than before afterwards, his cum being washed away by the endless stream of pre.

"L-Let go! Something's w-wrong!" A desperate cry from somewhere below, but Peter ignores it. There is one last thing he needs from his new toy: he wants to see it erupt.

Hoisting himself up off the ground Peter finds footing on the fox's knot. Although not yet having orgasmed it has swollen up nonetheless, more than enough for the wolf to lift himself up and say hello to the head. He licks his lips eagerly and then shoves is muzzle against the pointed tip. He licks all over it, finding the piss slit as he tries to stroke it with his hands where he can without falling off.

Poor little Jerry is practically in a catatonic state by this point. His face is a mixture of ecstasy and other emotions ranging from fear to impatience. Now he is aware of how large his testicles have become as they knock the bench over. Each massive nut is churning something massive up and Jerry is starting to feel more weak and even less in control of his own body. The trade off is arguably worth it though as the feelings being fed into his brain are incapable of expression even if the vulpine were to scream for joy. He is close, oh so very close. The room is already thick with his fox musk and soon it will be thick with something more.

The jock wolf can feel it coming simply from the way his plaything is twitching underneath his paws. He mutters words of encouragement to the humongous penis, completely forgetting that there is a person attached to it. There is not so much a mere twitching as a steady rumbling sound. Jerry's long overdue orgasm takes its time to deliver a large payload up from his spunk factories to the hard of his unnatural endowment. Peter tries to brace himself, but nothing he could do really braces him for this.

An explosion, a high powered water jet, a sonic boom kicks the wolf right in the face. He struggles to keep his footing as he dangles from the mighty erupting phallus. The fox's cum exits so hard and in such quantity that it dents several of the lockers and scatters to land with splats in multiple directions. Sufficed to say the ceiling gets an entirely new coat of white paint which will be dripping for awhile yet. The other teenager just keeps his footing and looks up at the waterfall, opening wide to catch some of the delicious fox spunk to swallow down. Both boys end up covered, with Jerry in particular slumped in a pool of his own cum that covers the entire locker room floor.

Finally the mammoth member starts to go soft, drooping forward slowly it is not exactly a timber moment whilst Peter gently makes contact with the sticky wet floor. He murrs against the phallus, rubbing his face against the head whilst the fox groans more out of exhaustion than anything else. Peter peers past the giant phallus to look at the tired little fox attached to it. Again his mind turns to the dichotomy, the obvious inferiority of the vulpine race. How can one of them be blessed with such a gift and not one of his own? But then something strange starts to happen. Noises, unfamiliar and alien like the otherworldly sounds of an alien beast rumble out of the thing Peter is rubbing his face against.

Without warning the head, that fat messy and drooling head of the fox's cock actually grabs Peter's face. The wolf panics and tries to pull away, but much like quicksand the more he resists it the more the phallus seems to suck of him inside of itself. Jerry comes alive again with a startle, a strange tingling prickling underneath his fur as he looks up and sees the wolf with his head lodged inside the other boy's cock. He is confused and frightened once more, but all the same feels a strange presence inside of him; to try to describe that feeling would be pointless but its effect on soothing and further disabling the vulpine is powerful.

Even with all of his strength the lupine cannot pull himself free of the unnatural penis as it starts to drag him inside of itself. Jerry is not directing it, the thing has a mind of its own and it desperately wants the wolf. Somehow the fox understands, it needs something after all of that work, it requires sustenance and is far too impatient, or far too unnatural, to get it through the fox's tiny little digestive system. He watches in a fascinated kind of horror as Peter is now dangling with his legs kicking free of the monster's head. Peter shouts and hollers somewhere inside the man-sized malehood but there is nothing that can be done; even if Jerry really wanted to do something. Why should he feel bad about a speciesist and a bully like Peter? Indeed a part of the fox is smile inside and soon that smile shows on his face too.

Last to go are the paws, kicking and wriggling they are slurped up, consumed by the massive foxcock as he is slowly swallowed up by it like a python eating its prey. Still too weak, and over encumbered to move, Jerry just watches his own penis as the bulge that is the wolf travels down to his crotch and reaches the cusp of his balls. At that point the struggles and screams of the teenage wolf finally stop as he is liquified in an instant, an oddly ticklish feeling to the fox. Then he fills up Jerry's massive balls in an even distribution.

For a half hour or more Jeremy Long sits there, waiting and watching as his balls slowly start to shrink. Somehow, something inside of him is consuming the raw organic matter of the wolf and his genitalia are now returning their normal, yet still somewhat abnormal, size of simply being an over endowed and not stupidly endowed teenage fox. Once this complete itself his cock returns to his sheath and he stands up, rear dripping with his own cum now turned cold after the time that has passed.

He looks around at the devastation to the room, whistles and then heads to the showers. Jerry is quick to wash and put on fresh clothes before quickly leaving the school gym. He feels strangely serene right now, just as long as nobody figures it out anyway; hopefully they will chalk up the mess to a prank of some kind. There is still a lot that he needs to figure out, puberty just threw him a fastball.

Notes: Thinking of turning this into a series, maybe add more stuff for a short yiff trilogy. What do you think guys?**