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Were Slut

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Shazam Brony

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Paul made a face as his friends dragged him into the strip club, not really the kind of guy who wanted to be seen in that kind of establishment. A little on the quiet side, shyer than most, some would have called him nerdy, though the glasses that were forever slipping down his nose didn't help with that perception.

“Come on, Paul – you've got to give it a go sometime!"

He muttered something under his breath, running his fingers back through his short hair and resting them on the back of his neck, though he knew that that was not a battle that he was going to win. He tried to hold his breath as he entered the club, the din of music and flashing lights overwhelming, but it was not so easy to go back after one had begun, forced to take on the onslaught with as much bravery as he might have faced down a dragon in the latest current video game that he was wrapped up in completing.

Yet the club was as intoxicating as it was forbidden to something like him, feet moving without his bidden, his shoes new and a little too smart for the occasion. Yet trainers had not seemed appropriate either and his shirt was rolled back to the sleeves, plain-ish for going out without seeming like he wasn't trying at all. His group of friends, ranging more than one may have expected, went from either end of the spectrum, though he would not be fortunate enough to have them to back him up for much longer.

Once inside, they split up, leaving Paul on his own, flailing for something that he knew and recognised in an environment that could not help but be entirely foreign to him. It was strange, so very strange, but the dancing ladies, well… They were something to look at.

He crept through the crowd of guys who seemed a damn side more comfortable there than he was but, well, anyone would have been more comfortable there than Paul with his wealth of inexperience. He'd been with a woman (well, two) before but that didn't mean that he was either comfortable or experienced, even if most people could expect their early sexual fun to be clumsy and a little awkward. Anyone who said otherwise was lying to themselves, or at least that was what Paul told himself as other guys bragged about sexual exploits that simply didn't seem possible with how little he saw them hanging out around women, let alone with women.

Still… There was something to be seen there, creeping to the edge of the stage, money in his hand. It didn't seem right to just toss it down but something pulled anxiously in the pit of his stomach, bubbling and gurgling with aroused unease, as much as he may have otherwise wanted to deny it. They weren't just normal women, after all, but were far more scantily clad than he had ever seen anyone on the street, even in cosplay, bosoms barely contained by their bras and underwear leaving very little to the imagination as much as he tried to not let his gaze linger.

Yet the most interesting thing about them, even to a young man who had more things than merely that on his mind, was the fact that they were all fox-like. Humanoid still, but the costumes they had on were spectacular, their breasts swaying and jiggling as if they forged their own path in the world when it came to gravity and the influence of such. Paul gulped, their red muzzles and the slash of white stretching down from the underside of their jaws supposedly denoting them as red foxes. But how on earth could they have possibly have gotten the costumes to be so realistic?

Still, it made him feel just a little bit better to think about them erotically considering that they had to be covered up in some way if they were wearing costumes like that, even though he could not quite figure out how they worked, how they moved so seamlessly, not exposing any seams and flexing to the curves of their body without missing a single beat.

“Hey there, handsome…"

A particular buxom lady leaned over to him, swinging off a pole that was daringly close to the end of the stage. Holding up his hands, Paul tried to back off, but there were too many other guys behind and around him, hemming him in from all angles.

“Uh… Hey?"

Flustered, he fussed with his glasses while the vixen-woman laughed and ran her tongue over the edge of her lip. He blinked. How did she do that with a costume?

She made it hard not to get into it, dancing for him, swinging on the pole, one let flung out, the lights of the club glancing off her beautiful fur. The fox-woman moved on the pole as if it was a friend to her, something familiar in which she had practised and trained for many years, though he was not all that set on admiring the skill of her in that moment alone. No, his blood was up, heart pounding, aching and lusting, though he didn't want to admit to the light swelling below the belt.

That one he'd keep to himself, his modesty intact.

His friends, however, were back, Sam clapping him on the shoulder with a toothy grin. That was the only unhandsome thing about him, his teeth that were just a little bit too large for his face, but he relaxed a bit more to have someone he knew there. A beer was pressed into his hand and he drank it gratefully, even though he was not all that much of a drinker.

“Drinks are cheap here!" Sam shouted, putting his face close to Paul's ear to be heard. “Come on, let's sit down for the show!"

The show, however, turned out to be the many “furry" strippers moving in and out of the crowd. Less and less, as he downed his beer, Paul marvelled at their costumes and instead nervously lusted after the curves of their bodies, the skimpy bras very often only covering their nipples and little else. There was even one lady who only had pasties on, the tassels dangling in a myriad of sparkles as she made them dance and spin, deliberately catching his eye.

“I see you looking, darling," she said with a purr, fluttering her overly long eyelashes. “Why don't you pay for a private dance and we can get to know each other a little better here?"

Paul stuttered, fumbling with his words, but the others seemed to know better what to do, or had watched enough bad films with strip clubs in them to make some bold bravado of a pretence about what to do. She fox-woman left him in lieu of Jake, who put his hands back behind his head and struggled with where to look as she gave him a lap dance, dancing right up close and giving him an eyeful even as he sat there with a wide, goofy grin on his face.

In a way, he envied Jake but Paul could not even be sure whether words were coming out of his mouth or not, the music was so loud. Only later would he realise just why it was so loud so as to confuse patrons a little, distort the reality of their time there so that they would not quite remember it so when they returned home. One drink was relaxed with another as the fox-lady bent over with her rump practically grinding back in Jake's face, the other guys whooping and hollering in strip club fashion while the alcohol helped lower their inhibitions.

A round of cocktails was ordered and the club swayed and dipped, but Paul, increasingly relaxed and grinning like a fool, could not find it in himself to care. He cared so little, in fact, that he ordered a lap dance for himself too, much to the delight of those around him, as much as it made his heart pound and race like mad to put himself out there like that. But it was what the strippers there were used to and there for, he reasoned with himself. They were used to it and it wasn't as if he was going to do anything to them, no, never, of course not.

But not even Paul could have anticipated just how he would act in that environment, a particularly sexy vixen strutting up to him with a latex get-up, though it was only a pair of panties and a bra that pushed her breasts together, giving her a huge cleavage. He did his best to suppress a lustful grunt as she rolled her hips back at him, barely grinding over his lap, hungry eyes on him even then.

“Now then, darling," she giggled, eyes dancing flirtatiously. “Is this your first time? I'm sure I've got something special for you…"

She put his hands back down, tutting at him, though Paul had not even realised that they had lifted, trying to grope her even then. Jake and Sam said something between them and the others laughed at him but Paul could not care, did not care. He only knew that he lusted for the moment, head tipping back as she kissed his chest, in a line up to his neck, lips grazing, tickling.

They felt so real.

“Hey!"

She grabbed at his hands as they landed on her hips but Paul was too greedy for the moment as he tried to cop a feel of her arse, her fur so thick and luscious under his fingers that he really had to wonder if the fox-slut was a costume or not. It certainly felt real and it was that fog of confusion that kept his hands in place while her lips rippled in a growl, nipping him sharply on the side of his neck.

“Hands to yourself, boy! You don't touch the ladies!"

Blushing furiously, he dropped his hands, though she had not been all that rough with him, regardless of how his face burned and burned. The others laughed and joshed him but all he tried to do was to get through the rest of the lap dance with minimal embarrassment, as difficult a feat as that seemed to be in the moment. His fingers twitched and itched to touch her again, the feel of her fur simply that intoxicating, though Paul had never honestly thought himself to be that sort of guy, the one that would grope and squeeze a stripper at a club like that.

She'd been right to put him in his place, but that did not explain why his neck itched and ached so much where she'd nipped him. Plastic teeth surely should not have been able to hurt that much?

But it must have been a very good costume indeed as the others hollered at the completion of the lap dance, his money already gone but the rest of them more than eager with cash to burn. They were more than happy to spread the wealth in that manner and the vixen purred for them, tucking bills into her latex bra where they would be sure not to fall out in any kind of wayward fashion, not even as she danced and gyrated, flicking her tail for them.

“Are you feeling okay, Paul?"

He didn't know the answer to that question, his tongue thick in his mouth. The fox was back again as he stood and he shook his head, pushing her off, gasping through the words that strained to break free.

“Oof – get off!"

Swaying, he tilted, vaguely aware of someone saying that he couldn't hold his drink – but he had not had all that much to drink, even though he had, fairly, gotten more than a little handsy where it had not been deserved. Yet his stomach tipped and roiled in an oh so familiar way and he had absolutely no intention of embarrassing himself at the club by losing his stomach, even if it meant leaving early. Like that was all that much of a problem anyone to make tracks for home before the others!

The attention was not wanted as he shouldered his way a little more rudely and bodily through the crowd, flushed hot red at the advancers of other strippers working the floor. They were crazy, groping at him, grabbing – and he was the one who had to keep his hands to himself? Breathing harshly, he managed to get through, however, not seeing hide nor hair of the vixen who had nipped or caught him or something, though he still did not know quite what had happened there.

Home, he had to get home, calling a taxi cab and sliding into it with a groan of relief. Yes, that was where he needed to be, safe and secure, dropping a quick text to Jake to let him know where he'd gone. They'd understand, they all would, though he was sure too that they would be surprised he'd lasted that long.

Resting his head on the cold window of the cab, he jolted half-awake when they arrived home, managing to fumble some sort of payment together for his driver. The townhouse beckoned as he stumbled up the steps, struggling to get the key in the lock, his head feeling hotter and hotter with every passing second.

A fever? Yes, he had to have a fever, he thought to himself, lips downturned. What a time to fall sick, it really wasn't fair. He took a couple of tablets quickly, washing them down with a glass of water, but, of course, those weren't going to help him feel any better straight away, as much as he may have liked them to do so. Grumbling to himself, he changed into more comfortable clothes, a pair of loose jogging bottoms that he could wear around the house and a shirt that was too large for him but felt comfortable enough anyway for slumping and slouching.

“Damn this… Seriously… Really not on…"

He grumbled to himself even as he flopped down in his gaming “bean bag" chair in front of the TV, rubbing the side of his neck. It had not looked red or swollen when he'd taken a quick glance in the mirror but there was something most certainly not right about it, not right at all. It burned through as if he was heating up from the inside out, a spot just under the skin flaring up with prickling itchiness.

“Urf…"

He rubbed the side of his neck, a gaming controller in hand, though Paul hardly paid attention to the game on the screen at all, deviating from what he should have been doing to relax and wind down after a night that, evidently, had not gone to play. Dinosaurs roamed across the screen, some of them not contained in the cages that they should have been in, though he couldn't remember what mission he'd been on in the game or where he had left off. It should have been far more than a distraction than it was but the itchiness spread over his entire body from his neck, twisting and turning, gasping very lightly for breath that did not seem to help ease the tightness in his lungs at all.

He didn't want to think like that, like everything was changing, shifting inside him, his hips pushing up without the consent of his mind. Try as he might, focusing on the game was just not something that Paul was able to do, grunting in the back of his throat as he rolled his head from one shoulder to the other. That was in keeping with him being unwell, to be fair, as it was most often something that he did when he had a temperature, though he surely thought the pills had to be kicking in soon.

Think about the game, only the game.

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If he only focused on the game he was playing, maybe things wouldn't be so bad. Maybe he'd be able to twist and grunt and bear through it until he fell asleep.

But things were about to change as his shaft rose to attention, throbbing without any erotic thought at all to guide it. Paul couldn't help himself, head falling back, grasping his dick and pumping it wantonly, hand dug into his trousers to get to it. His hand was already pumping, stroking and teasing as it slid over the firm length, before his mind caught up to what he was doing, the pleasure too great in that moment for him to even reel in shock.

“Ah… Oh, fuck…"

He wasn't one to swear but there was no other word that felt suitable in a moment like that, as he panted, lips parted. What was he doing? Oh, but he couldn't stop, regardless of how sudden it had been, it just felt too good. The skin of his shaft slid along the flesh, so firm beneath the surface, eyes half-closed, lost in the intimacy of self-pleasure and sensation unlike anything else that he had experienced for a very long time.

“Mmmph…"

The bean bag settled a little more comfortably around him as he leaned back, shifting his weight, though the illness was no longer the dominating feature of that evening, the late night not prickling at his skin. Oh no,t here was something far more alluring to play with as he blinked, playing one-handed as he stroked his shaft, imagining that he had one of those sexy vixen strippers from the club there to grind on him. Damn, they had really been hot, even if he hadn't known quite what to do with them – but what more could have possibly been expected of him? And those costumes… If they had, uh, “access", he certainly would have gone a round with one of them!

That was not his usually way of being, imagining before that he would only ever be with one woman at a time, always keeping his eyes out for “the one" without knowing how to go after her for himself. He'd never thought about something like an orgy before, though sex was much easier to fantasise about than to actually get into with someone for himself. He knew what fantasies were, the thoughts that kept him company on lonelier nights and nights when, well, he just wanted to rub one out, as crude as that had seemed before.

Not anymore. Oh, that was all he wanted, so turned on that he had to put the controller aside, letting the monsters in the game run riot, destroying his park, though Paul no longer had it in himself to care. He grunted and groaned, his loose, comfortable trousers sliding down more, exposing his arse and crotch completely. No longer was there anything to pose a barrier to the furtively demanding strokes of his hand, lusting for more, so much more, his hand working so furiously that the slap of flesh on flesh resounded through the room as he jerked off.

He might have cum and he might not have. The pleasure was such that it was as if he was gasping and bucking his hips in orgasm the whole time, only knowing that he had to keep going. He couldn't breathe through his nose, panting too heavily, the brush of air over his own lips erotic in a strange way that he did not have the mental space to consider at that time. Sensations ramped up, the fingers of one hand curling and digging into the rough fibres of the carpet, the other sliding over his shaft again and again. There was no end to it, his shirt feeling too tight and restrictive, skin hot and prickling with something that could not be explained.

One orgasm. Another? He couldn't tell, didn't have to tell, not even as something pushed out and out and out from his face, nostrils reshaping themselves. Paul grunted but it was so far beyond his control that his mind hardly registered it as something that he should feel an emotion about, not even as his clothes disintegrated, even his underwear, leaving him bare but for his skin in a body that was no longer his to command.

But he was not quite bare, noticeably so. For, as his face became more of a snout, ears tickling up to place themselves in growing points atop his head, his skin itched with a prickle of fur, the hairs sprouting thickly all over as if they had any right to be there. Dimly, he was aware of a whimper breaking his lips but the whole scene playing out felt as if he was watching it all from a distance, something out of his control, something that he could see play out with oddly morbid fascination.

Oh, but it felt so good, even as his spine ached, his hand working and working, taking what felt like, in pulsing throb of ecstasy, yet another orgasm. The wet patch on the carpet, only to be found later, would tell that tale but it was not something at all that Paul concerned himself with in the moment. His hips worked and thrust into an invisible partner even as his spine stretched out and out from the point of his buttocks where it should have reached a natural end, fluffing up thickly. Half-twisting, he just about managed a quick glance back, the brush of a fox's tail waving merrily at him as if it had always been there.

Yet it was not to be so easy for him, oh no, not even as his toes wriggled, forming into fox-like feet, though they still looked like the flat hind paws that the vixens had walked about on. Of course, in hindsight, those had never been costumes at all and Paul should really have expected a little more from Halloween, for one never passed without something eventful to capture his notice. Nails tucked back into short, blunt claws and his hands changed, fur softening his own touch on his cock, claws protruding, though it was more and more difficult to stroke his length as whiskers burst from his muzzle, a whimper on his lips.

His cock… No, there was something wrong there but he could barely think about how his strokes were getting shorter and shorter, grunting thickly in the back of his throat, not as his chest tingled erotically. That made him want to drop his cock entirely, head thrown back as he collapsed onto his bean bag chair, though he was more sprawled over it than he had been before, one leg kicked out to the side. His chest was no longer flat as it had been as a pure male but softened and grew, multiple pairs of breasts appearing there to his lust-addled delight. Of course, the upmost pair were the largest with two more pairs lining down his body, the nipples so sensitive and perky that he could not help rubbing them.

Even the lightest of touches sent electric tongues of fire through his body, grunting and whining, making all manner of noises that he would never have thought should have passed his lips. But he was no longer just a man and all was set to change as he licked his lips, which darkened softly, teeth pulling into the sharper points of fangs to line a new muzzle. Even his whiskers were overly sensitive, twitching with the slightest of flicker of motion in the new, tiny muscles of his muzzle, shifting his weight back and forth constantly. His tail may have been trapped under his buttocks but that was not for him to worry about, a strange pushing sensation teasing into him behind his balls.

All was to be revealed, however, as he grabbed the game controller, pushing it into that soft spot of flesh and revealing a developing passage, a feminine entrance that could not be hidden even by his fur. His shaft and balls, which had already been growing smaller and smaller, shrunk completely, softening and easing back into his body as if they had not existed, changing Paul entirely from a he to a she.

A vixen. She shuddered bodily, a long, flexible tongue draping from her muzzle as it changed too, her nose soft and darkening with moisture, twitching constantly. Oh, so many scents in the air! Her transformation may have nearly been complete but there were still finer details to be taken care of, the dark spots at the base of her whiskers, the slash of creamy fur down her front, her hair changing colour into a rich blonde that others would yearn to run their fingers through over and over again.

She was stunning, beautiful, far more glorious than she ever could have been as a man. Yet it was her lust that was her defining factor as she humped and ground, pushing the handle of the game controller inside her, though it was a rudimentary sex toy at best. Still, it was pleasure and her first taste of penetration as her male genitalia was swapped entirely for female, moaning open-mouthed, tail trying to wag back and forth under her.

“Oh, yes… Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes!"

She couldn't help herself, squealing and crying out her lust as her hips ground and bucked, one hind paw driven down into the carpet for leverage as she thrust and thrust. She was out of control, controlled by passion, her juices soaking the controller, slickening and slipping all around the buttons. Surely, after that, it would be ruined for gaming but a particularly slutty vixen knew that she would have a wealth of uses for herself for such a nifty little thing if she had her way about it!

Her hips widened, the last stages of the transformation completing themselves, her breasts large and heavy, thick and luscious with raw, vibrant sexuality. Her ears darkened as her hair fell down to her shoulders, angled as if it had only just been trimmed by a hairdresser, her tail fluffier than before, her buttocks rounded, thicker, juicier. Everything about her screamed just how much she wanted to be fucked as she rose to her hind paws, tottering slightly, the controller still jammed into her pussy with fervent, rough strokes of need.

“Yes… Oh… Fuck – yes!"

She was someone else, someone who swore freely, who knew just how it was to curse like that, to lean into sexuality as if it was second nature to her. A far cry from Paul, the fox grinned widely, tongue fluttering as she panted, bending over at the waist to get a little more depth, driving the “toy" into her in a slurp and a slop of sexual fluids. Yet she felt her own orgasm loud and clear as it ripped through her, heart pounding, chest tightening, everything shifting in the blink of an eye.

It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, crying out over and over, hips rolling back, not knowing what she was doing. The pulsing waves of ecstasy were not for her to control as her juices soaked the controller, ruining it, though she still jammed it into her, one of the joysticks pressing down over her clit as if it had actually been designed for such a use. The vixen could not stop herself from grinding back on it like a She gave fox in heat, yowling and crying out her lust as she pounded herself to sweet completion in explosive shocks of pleasure.

When she came back down from her high, curling her toes into the carpet, her shoulder slumped over against the wall for balance, her lust had not abated one single jot. On the contrary, it seemed even higher than before and she moaned as she lapped over her lips and the side of her muzzle, wishing that there had been “something" in there even while she'd been, effectively, fucking herself. Such lust was there to be taken, however, the fox giggling as she spun in front of mirror that was stuck to her wardrobe door.

“Looking good, girl!"

She gave a little shimmy, moaning through her cheeky mirth at just how her tits jiggled, swaying back and forth with the shift of weight in her body. They were huge, gloriously so, and it was out of the realm of possibility to not touch them, fingers running reverently over each of them in turn just to see what pleasure more she could glean from the new nuances and touches of her own body. Every nipple stood to attention, though she was disappointed that they somewhat concealed the narrow tuck of her waist, even if she knew how curvy and thick she was really.

The fur on her lower limbs and up her forearms was a darker shade than the rich russet of the main body of her, though it was the white-cream of her underbelly, straining up under her chin, that caught the eye in a flash of attention. It lent her breasts a white sensation of glowing too, begging attention, begging her own touch, fingers digging in, small claws and all, groping and massaging as her head rolled with ecstasy.

“Yessss… Ohhhh!"

But what was such fun when she was all alone in a moment like that? Pushing up her breasts as if she was adjusting a bra, she looked over her sexy reflection one more time, eyeing up her wide hips, how the flick of her tail enhanced the effect of them even more than before. Yes, she was a fine piece of fox-flesh, though she didn't wonder how it had happened. She was too turned on by herself, licking her lips, yearning for cum, a thick length of stud-meat to suck.

Oh… Yes, she needed a cock – lots of dicks! In all her holes! She could have gone for the door but her body was lighter and lither than it had been as a human and the window offered her a quicker getaway from the second floor. Slipping out into the fresh cool of the night air, the starry sky hidden by light pollution, she took a deep breath of its crispness, welcome after the heat of the day. It may not have been as chilled as it would come to be again in winter but that suited her just fine to seek out passion in her bare fur.

Perhaps she should have paused to think, to wonder at what was happening, as she trotted into the park, her breasts swaying and jiggling with every step. The paving slabs felt smooth under her paws, which were touch without denying her such intimate sensation, and a flicker of grass brushed over her soles, nose twitching as she scented the night air. Delight was there for her to take and she knew, dimly from her “past life" as a man, that there would be plenty of people heading back through the park after a drunken night out, which seemed like just her calibre of man to take for her first time as a vixen.

“Hey… Are you okay?"

He emerged from the shadows as if he had been striding along quickly, his hands shoved into his pockets, but his pupils dilated, catching her scent. Neither of them would ever know, truly, who the other was, the vixen falling into his strong arms, the scent of whisky and smoke on his jacket, her eyes sparkling.

“Hey there, handsome," she purred, kissing his throat, nuzzling up to the stubble of his chin, lust already rising. “Fancy showing a gal like me a good time?"

It was not something that he could resist, panting heavily, breathing in her scent, the softly sweet musk of fox, something that could only be said to be intoxicating after one was caught up in the winding spell of it. He groaned, his brown hair ruffled sometime during the course of walking home, though the vixen was not about to let him get away so easily as they half-walked and half-tumbled back off the path and pools of street light into the bushes. They afforded some but not enough privacy, not even as she dropped hungrily to her knees, fumbling for his cock.

“Unff.. Come on, show me what you got for me!"

Somehow, she got his belt undone, unzipping his jeans and freeing his erection, a hard length of man-meat springing out. Yet it barely got a tickle of fresh air on it before her muzzle enveloped him, seeming to know exactly what to do without even pausing for a heartbeat of a moment. All she knew was that she had to have him, had to suck that delicious cock down into the back of her mouth immediately, tongue lashing it as he grunted and rolled his hips at her muzzle.

“Ah… Damn… You…"

But it was not for the man to get out every exclamation of lust that he may have had to give, even then, moaning out loud as he leaned back against a tree, hand trembling, stroking her head as she sucked his dick. The vixen's cheeks hollowed as she took him as deeply up into her maw as she possibly could, though she had to be a little more careful of her teeth than she would have had to be as a human, even if she doubted that she would have been caught sucking anyone's cock if she'd been a man. She giggled, eyes sparkling, even as she focused on his cock, how he pushed over her tongue, the slippery length curling around it just for a little bit more pleasure for the man in question.

No… No, things were better that was, freer as a vixen. In that form and shape, she could do exactly as she willed, pushing limits. Her tongue curled and flicked around his shaft, pleasing him, giving everything that the man could ever have wanted. Even though she had never before given a single blowjob in her life, she still felt that she had everything that he could have possibly needed and more, moaning around his cock, her nose pressing into the light hair of his crotch for a fraction of a second before drawing back.

Again and again, she sank her muzzle down onto his hard length, adoring the feel of him slipping over her tongue, how he grunted and twisted his fingers lightly into her hair. Oh, she wanted it harder – rougher! But there was no way for the vixen to convey that to him while her mouth was otherwise occupied, showing him instead by moving her head more and more roughly on his shaft, pleasing him with mimicking just how she wanted him to thrust into her too.

His balls slapped against her chin as he thrust too, the two of them meeting together in the middle, their lust something that could not so easily be set aside, not even in a moment like that in the dead of the night. The street lamp flickered, illuminating the other side of the bush and some of the path, the sound of other drunken members of society making merry on their way home echoing forth. There was something about the broken peace of the night that made their voices echo strangely, her tail lifting, expecting another cock under there. Yet they passed without sound, the man she was pleasing grunting and sealing his pleasing back behind a clenched jaw and closed lips, much to her disappointment. If her mouth had been free, she would have yowled for them to join her.

But he was close, so close, thrusting and grinding deeply as he panted, hunched over her head, hands gripping her hair, her ears, anywhere that he could get a grip on her silken body. Her breasts jiggled but the vixen could not care for the shift of weight and cool air pricking at her nipples, need flaring up, a paw between her thighs to slide two fingers into a soaked, slippery cunt. She was so wet, so wet that she felt as if a man had cum inside her already, and yet she couldn't help herself as she matched the thrusts of the man into her maw with her fingers driving sloppily into her cunt.

He cried out his broken pleasure, unable to hold it back, leaning over her, dragging her all the way down on his cock, as deep as she could go. Her tongue twirled and twined around his hot length as he grunted and groaned, spending spurt after spurt of slick cum into her mouth. Some disappeared straight down her throat as she gulped readily but the rest she was able to enjoy swirling about tongue, tasting his thick musk even though it had to go down her throat sooner or later.

“Mmm…"

His shaft eased off, the man too sensitive to keep it inside her mouth, a stray spurt of cum splattering over her nose. Giggling, she lapped it off, fluttering her eyelashes at him, though there was already a rustle in the bushes to catch her attention, heart leaping at the prospect of further fun.

For the first man she'd given head to had only been a warm-up for something more as several guys appeared with their cocks out already, uncertain and yet more certain when they saw the look in her eye, how she licked her lips in raw readiness. Maybe they'd been taking a chance when they'd realised what was going on back there but the fox-slut was a chance that everyone should take. She knelt there with her tongue hanging out, panting and whining, her hand-paws even drawn up before her multiple breasts as fi she was nothing more than a common dog begging for their dicks.

Not just a fox-slut either… She moaned, getting on all fours for them, one that rippled with muscle, looking quite as if he was about to burst out of his shirt, grinding his cock between her rear cheeks. No, she was so much more than that. Not a fox-slut but a were-slut who was hungrier for their cocks than ever before.

With the full moon watching silently from above, perfect for Halloween night, a were-slut had to feed.

Their sexual energy wrapped around her, a squeal bursting from her lips as a fat length shoved itself into her pussy, though she was so wet already that there was barely any resistance to be had there at all. Of course, his cock did not bear a condom and her heart surged, knowing that neither was there anything in place on her side that would stop her getting pregnant, seeing her belly swell with the fruit of their loins. As he slammed into her, rocking her body with every thrust, the only question hat remained was whether she would birth one fox cub or a whole little of little, adorable, wriggling fox cubs?

It didn't matter to her who was fucking her as another sank into her muzzle, driving deep, seeming more confident than the first man had been. Maybe they'd been watching her for a while but the vixen-slut did not have it in herself to care, moaning lusciously for more, always more, as she was ruthlessly pounded from both ends. There was no part of her that wanted to be treated lightly and gently – no! That was not how it was supposed to go, her knees digging down into the dirt as she moaned like the whore in heat she was, tail lifted high so that her holes were blatantly exposed.

She took care of her teeth as the man to her front grunted, savagely pounding over her tongue, though her muzzle was long enough to easily take him without harm to her. She only had to hold her head still as he wrenched on her hair, moaning around his thickness, her cunt more and more slippery with her juices, though an unloading of a steady stream of pre-cum into her cunny made it all the easier for him to fuck her full. He plunged into her as if he had not a care in the world, fingers digging into her hips as he dragged her back onto his cock with every stroke, dominating her body easily even as the were-slut gave in to him.

For it was not for the vixen to deny any of her suitors whatever they wanted to do with her body, lusting for her, others groping her, her body surrounded by them. All she knew was the lust of it all, her nipples squeezed and pinched to thrills of electric pleasure, not pain, lust coursing through with every hump and grind of her hips. She moaned out loud, practically drooling around the cock in her mouth, though he drove in with such fervour that he had to be close to finishing already.

That was fine. She had many more men to fuck her into delirious ecstasy over and over again.

As one cock erupted in her muzzle, her nose lightly crushed into the smooth skin of his crotch, she arched her back, trying to give the man behind her a little more pleasure. That was where she need their cum, in her wet, slippery pussy, folds parting sweetly to accept the gift of his cock. As much as her muscles tried to tighten around him, any squeezing clenches that she managed to give were erratic at best, her body lost to pleasure as orgasm crashed through her. Still, the were-slut gulped down every drop of cum she was offered, even allowing him to paint her face in a facial, drops of seed drooling over her russet fur, marking her as exactly what she was.

“Unff… Come on!"

And then her pussy was treated to its first filling as an anthro vixen, the man plunging deep and staying there, trembling bodily against her, as his balls unloaded everything they had to give. Her pussy welcomed the creamy load deep as he spent himself, balls aching, churning, throbbing even as the slut took his load for him. She had to feed, so much, their lust pumping around her as the others roamed, hands already ready on their cocks.

“Such a slut…"

“Look how that whore takes his cock…"

“You think she wants it?"

“Dude, how could she not? Look at her!"

They were absolutely correct and she moaned out loud as she rolled onto her back, devoid of any cocks all of a sudden, pressing her breasts together for their wilful attention.

“Come on, lads," she purred, letting them see the pink flicker of her tongue sweeping out against the side of her muzzle, lust rising ardently. “There's plenty to go around."

They had only one purpose in taking advantage of her and that was for everyone's mutual pleasure, one kneeling over her mid-section to squeeze his bare cock between her tits. There was certainly more than enough room there as she moaned and pressed them together even harder for him, giving him her silky fur to thrust between, even as someone hitched up her legs to slam into her pussy. With one man over her stomach, she could not tell who was taking her and the mere notion of that thrilled her like nothing else ever could.

The man thrusting between her tits groaned and huffed, breath coming hotly over her lips, as much as the vixen ached to kiss them. Oh, that would have been fine, so perfect indeed, their tongues tangling – yet another nuance of lust that she was yet to experience in such a form. That would come, however, if she pushed on hard enough, moaning and letting her long tongue hang out as he humped her tits like there was no tomorrow. Smears of pre-cum marked her creamy-white fur, soaking in, though it did not matter to her partner if it was not quite as silky as it had been before. No, all the guys cared about was taking her, feeding the were-slut with everything that they had in them while getting their rocks off at the same time.

Could there be a better pairing?

Her cunny was hungry for more, however, twitching and flexing erratically around a thicker length than even the first, though she would not have cared if he'd been smaller. Any cock, to her, was a good cock, making her want them more and more, moaning out loud. Unparalleled lust throbbed through, her whimpers and moans rising, headiness overcoming her. It was close, so very much so, yet she clung to her partners as cocks were fed into her hands, forcing her to stroke them even as she howled in orgasm.

It tore through her but could not take her up and away for a hungry reality that she lusted for so desperately, her body twisting and flexing, wanting more, always more. There was so much more to come and a were-slut could not help but take it for her own, breathlessly lapping at the cock before her as it slid up through her breasts towards her lips, offering her a delicious taste every thrust or so. That did not stop the two fat dicks in her paws, however, from spurting and drooling their loads all over her, most of it splattering over her muzzle as she cried out her pleasure.

“Yes – cover me! Fill me! Take me – ohhh!"

Such lust was for all of them, her hips hitched up a little higher again as the man pounding her slammed in more and more viciously. A shudder went through her body with every thrust, the force of his strokes taking her breath away, yet all she yearned for was that final guttural moan as he filled her, still thrusting like a madman even as he spent himself viscously inside her.

Her pussy slickened further, the vixen grunting and groaning, her head lolling back onto someone's knees, the dirt cut up underneath their shifting, moving bodies in the half-gloom of the park. They may have been secluded from the path but she was dimly aware that there were more men around her than ever before, all wanting a piece of her, stroking her tail, groping her tits, her heart pounding for just how their digits dug into her flesh.

If they wanted her, they should have known what lust was coming to them.

“Come on, studs," she gasped out, on her knees, jacking off more than one cock at once, loathe to let any go to waist as they formed a half-circle of five around her. “You know you've got it for me… So, why don't you share just a little more of your cum with this slut?"

She didn't know what she was saying but her words more than had the desired effect as they twitched and drooled, those rampant lengths, every last one of them practically slavering for her, throbbing for her attention. They pressed in close, not seeming to care about their proximity to each other, making it all the easier for her to jack them off, paws working, teasing over their flesh, the shape of pads on her hand-paws, though they could really act, in her case, as either hands or paws, a blend of both.

“Yeah… Come on… You got more for me, hm?"

Someone eased under her, forcing her to spread her legs, though she still would never quite know just how he slathered his dick in her juices and the cum drooling from her, her cunt messily leaking and gaping. She would tighten up more obviously in time, her body settling back just as it had been, for the gape was only minimal and temporary from the softer folds of her sex spreading to accept cock after cock. But the look was of a stretched slut of a whore vixen who only lived for the cocks she could get stuffed in her, time after time again.

“Oh… Ohhh!"

Her head fell back, tongue lolling out, though there was no way for her to hold back her cries of ecstasy as he plunged into her anal ring, deeply up into her tail hole. He spread her open as if it was nothing at all, grunting thickly, a perfectly sized dick ploughing into her backside for his pleasure – only his pleasure.

It was hard to concentrate on any one thing as she panted, though she knew that cock would not render her pregnant. That was okay though, as she would tempt them all, make them plunge their cocks into her pussy again and again, breeding her until she was fat with their cum and the lure of fox cubs growing in her womb. There was nothing more that she could lust for, panting heavily, rolling her head back and forth, intent only on ecstasy as she crouched, getting her hind paws under her to rise and fall on that cock as if there was nothing left for her in the world.

One jet of cum splashed across her face and she leaned in close, ensuring that not a drop went to waste, dripping down her muzzle, lapping it all off salaciously, putting on a show for them. Even as that cock ploughed her backdoor entrance, his fingers digging into her butt, groping and spanking her lightly just to see her flesh jiggle, there was more to come, seed dripping down her body, smearing into her tits.

But not all on her breasts was cum as she started, drawing back, massaging her breasts. For they were lactating, dripping with milky trickles, more and more wildly. There was nothing there that she could do to stop them, instead leaning hungrily into it, her milk over productive, showing off just how fertile she was, if they had had any question about that.

“Yes… Mmmm!"

Milk squirted lightly from her breasts, squeezing and “milking" them just to put on a show, her fur swiftly becoming soaked with it, though it was hard to truly tell it apart from the cum pouring down her front, male after male coating her in his cum. It splashed over her breasts, her muzzle, her neck – everywhere was welcomed.

Grinding down onto the dick in her arse as he climaxed, she moaned out loud, lips parted, ears slanted back, still as lustful as ever. One load up there would not be enough, not as she was dragged up on his completion, standing on legs that should have been shakier than they were, spreading them for the lust that was still yet to come.

“Fuck me, fiiiill meeee!"

She bent over as one grabbed her hips, slamming into her messy, slick mess of a cunt with raw abandon, everyone knowing that they didn't have to ask permission with a were-slut at their disposal. Her tail lifted, the man grabbing the base of it for leverage, though it didn't even hurt as he dragged her back onto his dick with every thrust, grunting thickly, ploughing into her sex wildly, desperately, unable to leave until he'd filled her with a load of cum.

Her muzzle was taken again but that was hardly knew as she slurped down a hot length of meat and a man crawled under her, playing with her milky tits. And, oh, there was much of her milky breasts to go around, squirting forth as she massaged the largest of her breasts, even drinking down some of her milk as it drooled forth. He locked his lips around a nipple and she shuddered, trapped between three men and loving it, her milky breasts swaying back and forth with the force of the thrusts ramming into her pussy, pleasure upon pleasure rocking through her.

There was no end to it, lips caressing her milky nipples, milk staining his face in testament to how much she produced, though to say that their interaction was messy would have been an understatement as it trickled down his face, through the stubble of his chin. Her chest fell wet and slick with how much she had been painted with various bodily fluids, yet she felt quite as if she could have been milked just like a cow, if someone had been so inclined, at that very moment.

The cock in her mouth erupted to a flow of cum that she drank down gladly, not even sparing a moment to swirl it lusciously around her mouth before gulping it all down. It was too musky and slick and exactly what she wanted to hold off for a moment longer, languishing in the gangbang right where she belonged. Her butt rang through with a touch of soreness as she was ruthlessly pounded, gasping without a cock in her maw for once, the milk dripping from her tits marking her, setting her nipples gleaming while hungry fingers and lips dug into the soaked flesh and fur of her breasts.

“Fuck her!"

“So sweet…"

“Milky whore…"

“Cum-dump…"

“Cock-slut…"

Like any of those were supposed to be insults to her.

More… More… She turned her head back and forth, desperately seeking out a partner. She had to have someone else, immediately! She was going to go mad if she didn't have them, whining and whimpering, panting so heavily. Truly, the only saving grace of that moment was that another cock had been plunged into her backside, stretching out her tight tail-star all over again to take her crudely and ruthlessly.

“Fuck the slut, you can see she wants it."

Yes, oh, yes… Yes, she needed it, craved it, her loins aching for more, the savage pounding of her anal ring nowhere near enough for her. Somehow, she bore through with just that cock along and two guys at once groping and squeezing her tits, the mess of milk pretty much cascading down her chest as if there was no end to it. Yet the grand finale of her milky breeding was still yet to come as she moaned out loud, begging for it, a hot, slick load of cum flowing into her tail hole where it was desperately needed.

And then she was moving, hands turning her to suit themselves, changing her position. Down on all fours but a cock under her, sliding into her slick mess of a pussy: she moaned. Yes, it was what she needed, what her heart sang for through another climax, one man under her and another kneeling behind to fuck her tail hole. That was not to be all of it either as a third took her maw, though he changed his position from time to time, swapping from grinding through her milky, messy tits and plundering her maw, just for his pleasure.

Still, her milk dripped, triple-penetration causing her to lactate more and more, no end to the stream of milk flowing from her over productive body. The vixen grunted around the cock in her mouth, trying to grind back, but she was as much prey to them, driven half-mad with lust in that moment alone. All she could do was take the brutal pounding in the best kind of way, breasts dripping with milk, squirting and splashing in all directions, the hump and grind of her body too much to keep everything as fresh and clean as she may have liked it in her old life.

Her old life? Oh, that was long gone. Shoving his dick between her tits, the man thrusting for his lust moaned out loud, spending a load over the utmost pair, her paws braced on his thigh so that her torso tipped up. That did not stop the two double-teaming her pussy and arse from taking her, however, their two dicks pressing up against one another through the barrier of sensitive flesh that separated one entrance of her body from the other.

It was hot, too hot, used and abused, her head spinning, pounding, her tongue hanging out constantly as if she was begging for their cum. Yes, yes, nothing more than a horny were-vixen, a slut for them all. She didn't need to be anything more than that as she whimpered, letting them plough into her, her holes stretching for the loads of cum that followed, splashing forth, spurt after spurt. She was barely aware of which of them was filling her at any one time, knowing only just how much she needed it, how lust soared through her heart, passion rising, flirting with a deviation from the norm that she felt in her heart she should have undertaken long, long ago.

Her milky tits swung and jiggled, leaking milk, others suckling from them, drinking down her essence to sustain themselves, though just as much pleasure was derived from tugging at her nipples with their teeth. One man changed for another, though the one in her cunt stayed there, resting while his cock hardening once more, her arse yearning for another creamy filling and stretching to make her heart pound so lustfully all over again.

Yet none of it would come to an end before dawn touched the sky, gracing her with the first rays of light with her eyelids growing heavier and heavier. If the transformation had been a shade more traditional, she might have reverted from a were-slut to a normal human man in the first touch of that light but, alas, things were not to be. For she was already well-seeded and impregnated over the course of the night, her sex lewdly spread and stretched as yet another cock plundered her, one swapped for another, switching to lie on her back over a man while his dick savaged her tail hole. Another, of course, sank into her pussy, the man grunting and moaning while he spread her legs up high and wide, offering no obstruction to his plundering pleasure.

Her moans rose and rose until delirium overtook her, not knowing the time or place, only knowing that she needed their cocks and dicks more than she ever had before. It was all she lived for, all she could think of, panting heavily and breathing even more heavily when a cock plugged her maw shut, forcing her to breathe through her nose. All the while, her milk dripped and leaked, marking her fur, the freshly clean scent of it out of place with the musk of the males, the light scent of sweat and sexual desire colouring the air between them all.

The trees may have guarded them but they could not stop the men from leaving as their lusts were satisfied, leaving the were-slut there to come to terms with her senses again, panting and whimpering, her fur a matted mess of milk and cum. Milk had even trickled down and splattered over her backside, though she didn't know how on earth that could have happened. Did it matter?

She knew nothing of her lust-addled state, falling into a broken sort of slumber as her tits continued to leak and dribble milk even in sleep, satisfied only for the moment, though the were-slut would rise again. For her insatiable desire would rise each and every night as her stomach rounded out with her cubs within, growing larger and larger, showing off her fertility while she craved even more cocks to satisfy her at all times.

The transformation, well… That was permanent until she'd given birth. And just who could have said just what the were-slut would want to do afterwards? Maybe she'd want to stay a vixen-whore forever, for it most certainly was more interesting than the life she had previously led.

When she finally awoke again, she moaned softly, eyelids fluttering, the dim flicker of voices rising to her attention. It was day again, the sunshine pattering down through the leaves of the trees stretching welcoming branches out overhead, but it was not a day that was welcome to the were-slut, covered in cum and her own milk, her stomach feeling heavy and bloated with it.

Still, she was right where she wanted to be, pleasantly sore, a smile pulling at her lips.

Only time would tell just what the future held for her, the were-slut of the city.