00 FOXIE In: The Yiffing Daylights
00 Foxie In: The Yiffing Daylights
Y the squirrel was displeased as always to see Foxie come back with his car better off jacked. This time, the Jaguar not only had spooge all over the interior, but the leather seats had been torn in neat jagged rows from sharp claws.
"I wonder what Jaguar automotive will think of THIS mess!" Exclaims the squirrel.
"Oh, I do apologize. My latest tryst demanded a more...hands on approach?" Grins Foxie.
"Dammit. I swear. Every car you bring back is worse than the last. There should be a museum for these hijinks!"
"Perhaps, but then where would you keep all your lovely toys?"
"Somewhere far from you, 00, if I had a choice."
"Better luck next time?"
Y shrugs.
"Anyway, I have a job for you."
"Really? Not in General winter Siberia, I hope. I didn't much appreciate being the first Foxie sno-cone."
"Oh, no. We're sending you someplace nice and warm. Try Jamaica."
Foxie's ears perk forward in interest.
"But I take it this is no scenic vacation."
"It's as close to a vacation as a 00 will get. We've made plans to infiltrate you into the estate of a very powerful blood-diamond mogul. You'll be working right under his very-large-nose as a servant of the house."
"That doesn't sound too flattering."
"Oh, trust me, 00, it might be the kind of wake-up call you need."
"Jolly good." Foxie grumbled.
On an Osprey drop-off plane, Foxie went through his equipment, which surprised him. Some of it was ordinary stuff he'd been told he'd need.
Like a 32 0z. bottle of J-lube, or a pair of red tassels for his nipples. The inclusion of these 'ordinary' items did not bode well with Foxie.
The gadgets he got were fairly straight forward; a short-handled knotted whip that turns into a small rotary cutter, and a pith helmet that wasn't really pith at all, but more of Y's specially colored C-4.
Why did he feel that these items weren't given to him for his benefit?
Hours later. he is at the door before the great mansion of the blood-diamond smuggler who lives in Jamaica, but runs an operation in Africa.
A leery eyed cheetah greets him at the door.
"Are you dah mail-order gigolo for dah mastah?"
Is he the WHAT?! Why would Y put him in a position like this, when Y did not approve of his playboy-boy lifestyle to begin with?
Roll with it. Maybe Y thought he finally found a use for my more 'personal' experience.
"Yes, that's why I'm here."
"Whoo, boy. You got 'hard' times ahead."
That didn't sound good.
The cheetah took him through the foyer of the enormous abode, up the stairs, and toward one of the more extravagant bedrooms.
"Fortunately, mastah ain't feelin' up to it today, so I recommend you get some stretching in, and I don' mean your arms and legs, if ya catch my drift." Then the cheetah winked and left.
What did he mean?
Foxie was increasingly not liking this by the moment.
What could he do, but go to sleep for the night?
Hours later in bed, Foxie realizes he is not alone in his sheets. A heavy masculine musk travels to his nostrils, exciting him.
He feels along the velvety naked fur of the male in bed with him, not able to see anything in the dark. The stranger lowers himself further down the covers to take Foxie's gland in his muzzle. Foxie halts as a tongue slides along his cockhead and pee-slit, making him quietly moan in delight. A furry paw rests on Foxie's balls. stroking them tenderly, another paw exploring his tailhole with eager touches and swirling motions. Foxie quickly finds himself cumming in the mouth of the intruder, savoring every minute of the pleasure like an ambrosia climbing heady towards his perceptions, almost slurring his vision.
Then the intruder has him flip over, baring his tailhole for more lewd contact.
A slick tongue rakes along his asshole with rough strokes, sending almost unbearable sensations to be translated in his tightly knitted brows, as he opens his mouth in silent howls.
Then the moment he waits for.
With no further play, a thick tool of bulging fleshy iron worms it's way into his inner depths, plunging to the sheath, and rubbing first slowly, but soon coming to wild life like a train engine of sex! Foxie finds himself shoved a little himself with each thrust of cock meat.
Foxie cannot stay awake, as the invader has his wonderful, yiffy way with Foxie!
Foxie awakens to the smell of sex-male sex, remembering last night. The covers are a little wet with spooge and ass sweat.
Foxie jumps out, naked, to see a blue terry robe hanging limp on the left bed post.
So, he's supposed to wear that when he sees the mogul? Why not?
The 00 gigolo slips it on, tying the sash in place. The cheetah is there at the door to greet him and take him to the mogul.
"Your master was quite good, last night."
"Ma mastah-"
The cheetah breaks off.
"He is still quite weary. You mus' beh mistaken. 'Specially cause you're so eager ta compliment him...Now come, heh wishes ta see you."
He followed the cheetah to another, even more ornate room, where rested an enormous African elephant on an oversized Sudan chair.
The mogul was HUGE! He had gold earrings all throughout his large ears, his giant three foot long curving tusks were gloriously polished, with gold studs to dull the points. His trunk was pierced with a few gold rods. His nipples were pierced with silver hoops studded with diamonds of many sizes. He was overly muscular, overly masculine, and overly endowed.
Foxie was out of his league.
Thinking of that length of meat between the elephants' legs, larger than three draft horse cocks combined,
Only one thing came to mind-
Foxie just might have the yiffy fucking daylights pummeled right outta him by that massive size of flesh.
This was definitely NOT the one who visited him last night!
The intruder felt like he'd been fucked by the easy girth of a carrot.
This would probably feel like a jackhammer ripping him apart!
Wake-up call indeed! Y had some sick sense of humor.
"It takes a long time to get lovers from England. I DO hope word of my endowment has not traveled THAT far, especially since I am unable to find anyone in Africa or America, or any places in between, who will willingly become my mate. I think the United Nations even declared my sexual practices as 'cruel and unusual punishment' at one point!" The lord of the house joked.
"I might be a little out of my league." Foxie muses, awestruck.
"You are VERY much out of your league, little fox. My name is Bertrand , and how I come by my wealth is not your concern, so we will not discuss it. As for the bedroom matters, I wish to see you...exposed...for me."
Foxie knew what that meant.
With a fearful shrug, he let the robe crumple to the floor, allowing Bertrand and his servants their curious stares.
"That's nice, little fox, but I meant to see your other part." Retorts the elephant.
Foxie turns slowly about, leans forward, and lifts his tail, exposing his yiffhole, now all red and stretched from last night's fun.
"Hmmm. I become dissapointed. You did not stretch enough for my entrance, yet here I am, horny. How do we remedy that, fox?"
"I-I could give you a blowjob."
"I could give MYSELF a blowjob!" The elephant trumpets, brandishing his trunk meaningfully.
"Well, what about a paw job?"
"You are so tiny. You could not even wrap your BODY around this thing, could you?!"
"I could-"
"Shut up, gigolo. I will wait no longer than an hour. In that time, you shall go with the cheetah to have your ass dilated to the extreme with my machine in the basement." Bertrand orders.
As Foxie followed the big cat, he could not help but think that when he got back to England, Y was going to have an ass-rape of his own to contend with!
Down in the basement, the quiet solemness of depressing atmosphere, Foxie does not see the 'machine' he has been promised.
In the room at the end of the stairs, lying on a thin mat, a naked grey shire stallion, whom is tethered by the ankle with a thick linked set of chains, the other end anchored to the floor in the center.
"Are you the machine Bertrand spoke of?" Foxie whispers, as the cheetah leaves.
"Oh? The machine...Bertrand never stops coming up with ways to demean me. He still can't get over the fact that I said that I had taken a whale before, and that his little prick couldn't possibly satisfy me."
"Little my ass. I saw that thing; it's either a size queen's worst nightmare, or a toy for an orca. Either way, I certainly won't fit the bill. I'm more comfortable with cock that won't rip a guy apart by sight alone."
The shire laughed at that.
"It isn't so bad, when you have the dynamics down. Properly stretched, one can handle anything and is only limited by the clearance given by the pelvic brim."
"That can't be fucking right. Bertran is a giant cock with a body attached."
Another laugh, this time a great whinny.
"You can argue with me until he calls on you, or I can help you accomadate his royal pain in the ass."
"You can help do that?"
"Of course. You were given to me for a reason."
"Given to you?"
"What do you think the best method for rectal stretching is? Sex, of course!"
The very idea of draft horse cock and then elephant meat ravaging his tailhole made Foxie dizzy with the implications.
"I'm gonna be sleeping on my stomach tonight."
"Not before your fitted with this."
The great horse held up a very wide butt plug of a peach color.
"What the hell-"
"This is to save the work we did, and unfortunately, HE did. With this in place, the sex will become smoother, and soon, you won't notice it at all."
"That's a scary thought. I'm not just a slut, you know. I like to fuck as well as being fucked."
The stallion wagged an impatient hoof-nailed finger.
"You won't fuck Bertrand, and I'm my own stallion. I'm choosy, and no disrespect, but your tool couldn't satisfy my hungry ass, either."
"That's nice of you to mention." Foxie grumbles.
"But I would be more than happy to give you a muzzle-job, after we get this special training out of the way."
"Lead on, oh depthless one."
The stallion snickers at that.
"Why don't you lie on my palet? I'll be certain to exercise that asshole of yours in no time-and, it's about time."
"About time for what?" Foxie asks, doing as the shire ordered.
"That Bertran finally gave me a chance to have some fun. I haven't stretched out a gigolo for him for years. That naturally makes me quite yiffy."
"Not so yiffy you'll tear me apart, right?" Foxie enquires nervously.
"We'll see, little fox." The shire returns with a wry grin.
Hah hah. We'll see, Foxie muses, as he feels the shire plow him like a field. Enormously thick flesh slides in and out like a piston of erotic machinations, fortunately oiled by astro-glide the stallion had kept handy.
"Unfortunately, Astro isn't gonna cut it for the elephant. You'll need something special for that."
Foxie remembers something among his equipment.
"Like J-lube?"
"That'll do it. And watch out. Don't be surprised if the black mamba does a little reconnoitering."
"What?"
"Bull elephants' penises are as prehensile and flexible as their trunks. I'm saying you should be aware of that."
"I doubt I'd notice, the pain I'll be in."
"You'd be surprised what you'd be able to notice as you're being raped."
Foxie cringes as the shire forces another inch past his anus. Much more stretched, and he'd be able to back a car in there!
"Ah, you noticed THAT, did you?"
"I guess I'm surprised to feel a lot of things lately."
"Prepare for more surprises. The master is into bondage, but don't worry, he's actually the submissive one."
"I can't imagine someone that big being submissive!" Foxie protested.
"Like I said, be prepared for surprises, little fox."
Foxie nods.
"What's your name?" Foxie asks.
"That's very kind to ask, but you aren't privileged to know that."
"By who's decree?"
"Why, mine."
"I thought you were a slave."
"No, I'm sub-I mean Bertrand's submissive. I'm locked down here, but I am no slave. I'm merely being punished for being a bad little stallion."
"Huh?"
The shire shoves his whole length into the fox with a slick thrust.
Foxie almost gags and could swear he has the cockhead poking him in the throat.
"You got bigger worries than asking me questions. MUCH BIGGER." The shire muses, as his cock mushrooms inside Foxie and shoots massive amounts of horseseed into his depths, and to leak out his ass.
Foxie sighs blissfully as he feels the enormous spongy head locked in his body.
Foxie is escorted to Bertrand an hour later as promised, the massive plug holding the wonderful stallion spooge in his tailhole-
And fifteen ounces of J-lube.
"Are you done, little fox? I do hope our slutty little shire hasn't filled you with any ideas."
"No, Bertrand, he filled me with something else, and I think I'm ready."
At that prompting, Bertrand proceeds to have his massive dick coil around his massive watermelon-sized testicles.
"We'll see how ready you are. Scary, isn't it? This thing is so muscular and powerful, I could commit a war crime with it." The elephant jokes.
Bertrand waits meaningfully.
Foxie know what he wants.
With a slight grunt, the plug crashes to he floor with a torrent of horse juice and heavy duty veterinarian lube. Foxie turns about to show the elephant the now gaping chasm that is his ass.
"Hmmm. You've done well in that hour. I guess the bad pony can come back and play with you some more." The elephant muses.
He whispers in the ear of a nearby servant. The servant leaves as Bertrand continues to make small-talk.
Foxie wonders why he's taking so long, if he's so horny.
"The interesting thing about my little shire is that he likes to be submissive. I do not know why, but he does. In fact, it was his idea to get locked down there in that dreary place. To be honest, I would not put my worst-behaving servant down in the basement, but the shire wanted to be down there. Why? Who the hell knows."
"But he said you were jealous! That he took a whale and insulted you about your dick size, to end up down there!"
"Did he? Theatrical scamp to the last."
"He said many things, not much of them proportionally true." Declares the boisterous voice of the shire, as he is being led with his ankle tether by a blue-haired wolf male.
He comes up to Foxie.
"Hello there, little 00." muses the stallion.
"What?! How do you know I'm here to spy on you?!"
"Did you really think that MI6 would send you on a mission to Jamaica to be violated by an enormous pachyderm?"
"I had my convictions."
"Little fox, the master you are here to satisfy is not Bertrand, but I. I own the house, and there is no blood-diamond smuggling op. In fact, I'm CIA myself. Y thought you could use a wake-up call. He wanted to scare you, but not do any lasting harm."
"A wake-up call. Bertrand is more like a brass band. Do I still have to service him?"
The shire smiles.
"Only if you want to. But imagine what that would do to your reputation, being fucked by an elephant? You couldn't keep the male sluts offa you!"
"Or in me, if my asshole is the width of a cleaning bucket."
"Well, I'd love to see you attempt it. In fact, your blue-haired secret lover next to me, would be anxious as well."
Foxie smiled wryly.
"Your wish is my command."
And so, Foxie was willing to attempt to fulfill the desires of all the curious males about by letting an enormous elephant pork him.
Bertrand was far more eager than he let on.
The elephants' tip barely fit into Foxie's overly stretched and screaming rear, allowing an inch at a time of admittance, as the elephant gives a trumpet of joy.
"Selgan, He's tight as hell! I never felt male pussy like this before!"
The shire grins in response.
"I've never felt something that tight-ever!"
Foxie has slid down a foot on the massively thick and bulging veined cock. He cannot encompass going down further, but he does.
Fifteen inches...
Twenty...
Twenty-five...
Thirty...
Thirty-five...
Forty...
Forty-eight inches are securely lodged in his rear, squirming in him the whole length like the muscular frame of a thick-bodied snake.
Like a Python.
"Oooh." Foxie blushes from the powerful movements, as Bertrand has him by the shoulders, using him as a giant masturbation sleeve for his dick.
Manually, the elephant uses his arms to move Foxie up and down to pump vertically on the massive thickness of pachyderm meat, as the one of the nose holes on his trunk securely engulfs Foxie's dick.
Up and down, up and down, roughly massaging his insides like a dildo on steroids.
Bertrand does not 'stroke' Foxie's prostate-he jams against it forcefully!
Foxie comes hard, launching his seed down Bertrand's long nose. A few seconds later, the elephant is seen visibly to swallow the cum as it slides into his mouth, a sated look on his enormous randy face.
The elephant trumpets loudly, erupting like a volcano.
Under Foxie, it shakes like an earthquake, as a giant firehose of pachyderm cock sprays bull elephant seed deeply into his insides, and it feels like it might shoot out his mouth, by the force!
Foxie is tired, as he collapses to rest, impaled on forty-eight inches of bull elephant yiffiness.
"Wow. That's the best! It's a good thing he's got such a long vacation with us!" Declares Bertrand.
"As close to a vacation as a 00 will get!" Selgan the shire muses.
It was fun to have the yiffing daylights fucked out of him!