Feeder
I've decided to release this one as a single story. I've reworked the first sections only slightly, and doubled the length adding the conclusion. I'm really happy with how it came out, and a little astonished at the length, but I think anyone into D/s or vore is going to enjoy it.
I led the way, my Master following down the wide hallway, with the doctor by his side. I glanced left and right, the transparent walls on either side giving me a good view of the creatures held within. There were labels for each one, with stats and paragraph descriptions, but I was more interested in gawking. There was a wolf, a tiger, a giant otter or two... but to my disappointment, most weren't nearly as large as I had expected. I gagged, suddenly reaching the end of my leash as I tried to hurry forward to the next set of cages. I looked back contritely, and followed my Master's beckoning finger. He placed a hand on my head, scratching my ears, and holding me next to him as he listened to the doctor speak.
"There aren't many foxes raised outside of captivity nowadays. For every litter of maybe 5, we get about one or two offers to buy them as pets. The other four or so are fed while they're still young, when they don't have much struggle in them... or much that's difficult to digest, if you'll pardon my frankness. Some of the larger animals, though, need a bit more protein from time to time. Fortunately, about one in four full-grown foxes, despite being happily owned and cared for..." he smiled at me as he said this, and I lowered my head with a soft blush, "...feel the need to return, to fulfill their destiny as feeders. It caught us by surprise at first, I won't lie... but it's turned out to be quite a happy arrangement for all involved."
He turned to Master. "To be honest, we do get a few owners who protest. They don't understand why their pet would want this, or they've grown so attached that they can't bear to part. And we completely understand," he hastened to add. "But in the end, it's just a matter of life span. In another few years, when they see their fox getting older, they begin to realize that they'll have to part soon enough, either way. It's always tragic when an owner hasn't accepted their pet's fate, but the foxes usually fulfill their destiny in the end."
Master nodded. "This isn't my first time here, actually."
The doctor was pleasantly surprised, and slightly off-balance, as if he had been prepared to deliver another hour's worth of explanation... or consolation, if necessary. "Well then... we're very glad for your support. I can take you to see some of our cubs a little later, if you'd like."
"That sounds perfect," Master replied.
"So," said the doctor, recovery his bearings, "we've just about reached... oh, I see the little fellow's already found it."
I was standing in front of the largest window yet. We had reached the end of the hallway, which split off into two passageways, each curving away to either side. The window here, flush with the wall, stretched the entire length of the passageway, and through it we could see a huge circular chamber... a terrarium, really, of fantastic size. The hallway encircled it, one long unbroken window looking down into the enclosure. And in the center, coiled up in the shade of a large rock, was the biggest snake anyone had ever seen.
"The reptile room," the doctor announced.
"Hank here is our pride and joy... the only reason we're here at all, you could argue. No one has ever been able to raise such a large reptile in captivity... but I'd venture to say that none have ever put quite so much effort into crafting the proper diet."
There was nothing salacious in the way he said this, and in fact he didn't even glance at me, speaking as if I were not there. But hearing those words sent a slight shiver down my spine. I was in no danger of forgetting why we had come here, but each little reminder stirred up the same longing. And fear, yes... I knew what my fantasy entailed. But the strength of my desire was undimmed.
"What's that for?" I asked, taken aback by the small rubber contraption the doctor had produced. A coiled wire led away from it, dangling to the floor, which the doctor plugged into the wall as he kneeled in front of me. We were in one of the small labs outside the visitor's area, shortly after filling out some paperwork.
"This is a plethysmograph--it measures blood flow to the penis. We'll be showing you some footage from a recent feeding, and measuring your reactions. The idea is to make sure that your body is truly willing. We don't want you to have any reason to struggle." As I was staring at this strange device, another technician's hands were suddenly on my sheath, pulling it down and exposing my shaft to the cool air. I flinched, and if Master hadn't been holding my paw I may have batted at him. In one smooth motion he slid my sheath down, slipped a condom over my unsuspecting cock, and withdrew. I blinked, without the time even to become engorged, and watched as my sheath quickly slid into place, leaving only the rubber reservoir tip poking out.
"And what's that for?" I asked, giggling.
The technician who was backing away stopped, and glanced back and forth with an uncomfortable expression. "Um... 'spillover'," he said quietly, then withdrew.
The doctor chatted idly as his fingers moved, fastening the device around my sheath. "Now, this isn't the most romantic atmosphere, but this device will sense even the slightest autonomic response. The degree of response varies with each individual, but what we're really looking at is the immediacy of it--that the response is triggered directly, and subconsciously, by the stimulus."
It fit snugly, but not enough to pinch or constrict anything. I was barely aware of it, to be honest, unless I was looking directly at it.
"This is always so much easier with the males," the doctor remarked to my Master. "No tricky temperature or light sensors that take forever to calibrate. Even so, it's always easier with repeats. Some owners tend to consider it a bit... intrusive."
He reached over to the wall and turned off the lights, moving to stand behind my chair. "Alright Phil, we're ready to roll." The show was starting.
But there weren't any trailers, or lead credits, or even a title card. The projector flickered briefly blue, and I was met with the sight of a fox's bright red brush sticking out of the side of a snake's mouth. The tail flicked, and I saw that the fox's legs were behind it, facing down, twitching, and sinking into the snake's gullet.
And then darkness, and the lights were quickly flicked on. I stared at the blank projector screen, toes curled, feeling my heart beat with a queer rapidity that scared me half to death. My mouth was dry, and I could not blink, even with nothing more in front of me to watch. I felt a reassuring squeeze from Master's hands, and finally resumed breathing. I glanced down at the doctor, already unfastening me from the device, and saw that my cock had half emerged from my sheath in the space of those few seconds... and it was still growing.
I whimpered.
The doctor looked up, briefly concerned. Master stroked underneath my muzzle, and I tilted my head upwards, eyes tightly shut. He met the doctor's gaze, and smiled warmly. "Think you could give us a few minutes alone, doc?" The doctor smiled to himself as he stood, and walked towards the door.
"Phil," he said, walking through the projection room door, "why don't you let it run for a while longer."
The lights dimmed once more. Through my closed eyelids I could see the flicker of the projector's light coming on, and felt compelled to tilt my head forward and watch.
The scene was the same as before, but this time I was able to focus on every detail. The twitch of the fox's tailtip; the way the fur bristled even on his paws; the torpidity of the fox's every movement. It felt hard to even blink. I heard Master sink to his knees behind me, hands stroking down my chest. His face nuzzled alongside mine, and his hands stroked me firmly as he whispered into my ear.
"He's low on air," he whispered. "They don't usually go down headfirst... but that's what Douglas wanted."
I gasped, looking at the scene in a new light. His last fox. He told me about Douglas, now and then... told me he had been a feeder, that he'd picked me out as a kit on the day he said goodbye to him. "You mean... this is..."
He chuckled. "No, this isn't him. That would have been quite the coincidence... or a mean trick. I've got a copy of his footage... watched it more times than I can count." A hand wandered to my throat, rubbing tenderly under my chin. "I'm going to enjoy watching you, Danny."
I stiffened... in more ways than one. His words made me anxious, afraid of his intentions. I was raised with full knowledge of where I was from, and what that could mean... could it have been more than knowledge? Master had been so supportive... had I been brought here just to indulge his fantasy?
But his words twinged my longing, too, and made me ache to please him. Something in the core of my being, whether from birth or learned, made me long for what I knew was my destiny. He would help me achieve it, as any good master should, but that he would take pleasure in it gave me twice the thrill as before. His face was there next to mine: I could see him watching with the same intensity as I, and I could hear his breath quicken as he moved one hand to rest over my emergent foxhood. I leaned into him, held firmly in his arms as he started to pleasure me.
The film went on, and just watching kept me almost painfully hard. His fingers stroked the stretched latex, tracing the profile of my cock from its cylindrical tip to the swell of my knot, and down below it where the curled base of the condom rested. He squeezed the base of my knot, where it tapered towards my body, and held one hand firmly around it, echoing the feel of a mating tie. His other hand ruffled the fur of my throat and continued downward, until he had wrapped his fingers around my shaft, rippling them slowly.
I melted in his arms, leaning my head back onto his shoulder, and wishing the chair back wasn't in the way. I was a pet to my master, not a servant or a slave, but it was still rare for him to give me pleasure without expecting anything in return. Not that it didn't seem like he was enjoying himself, but that he permitted me to nestle comfortably into his arms, limply submitting to being pleasured, was a surprise. I nuzzled into his neck, whiskers tickling under his chin, and licked submissively... all the while keeping my eyes on the screen.
The snake's progress was slower than I expected. The scene hardly changed as I watched, but I could see the snake's predatory intent in each subtle movement. The fox barely even twitched, except for some ecstatic curling of his toes, and a slow drifting of his tail that I could eventually see as wagging. That finally stopped when the snake lurched forward, his body clenching to hold his prey still as his wide open maw slid forward over the fox by another few inches. The top of his mouth landed on the root of the fox's tail, stifling its languorous wagging, and the swallow shifted the fox's position just slightly, so that I could see... oh... lord...
The fox's member was fully erect and now visible, dangling beneath his body and trailing an incredible flow of precum. It bumped against the snake's lower lip, indenting it as it twitched periodically forward with each pulse of the fox's heart. At that moment, as the snake's neck clenched visibly around its vulpine meal, preparing for another gaping swallow, the fox stiffened and came. A jet of white splashed onto the ground, and then another. The snake began its lunge, pushing the fox's cock back between his legs so that the third squirt arced behind him, splattering nearly a foot away. The third was as thick as the first, showing impressive abundance on the part of the fox, and making my head swim with lust. The sight of semen gushing from a beautiful, glistening cock was always liable to push me over the edge. And the fox had cum without even touching himself, from nothing but the excitement of the situation, his presumed enjoyment of asphyxiation, and the erotic rippling of the snake's gullet around his upper body. Master tightened his grip, feeling me stiffen in his grasp, and I let him take me over the edge.
He pressed against me, breathing heavily into my ear, as he watched the condom fill up with my seed. The fox in the video was still spilling his last orgasm onto the ground, the faintest of ecstatic whimpers making it through to the camera's microphone. With another swallow, the snake pulled his cock fully into its mouth, and another spurt of semen flowed over the snake's lip as the cock nestled into its slick mouth. I closed my eyes, shuddering as Master continued tugging at me. My body tingled all over, sick with desire even in the midst of my release. I whimpered audibly, burying my face against Master's neck, unable to watch any more of this recording.
I felt a hand move away from my cock, briefly signaling, and soon heard the sound cut out. Both hands then cupped my muzzle, stroking gently across my head, as Master pulled me to the warmth of his body.
I shook with the force of my panting, my cock still wringing out its last few spasms. He soothed me with deep, slow strokes, holding me as tight as he dared without cutting off my breath. I stiffened in his grasp--for some reason my body always felt the need to test his grip--and gradually relented under the unyielding pressure. He knew how it calmed me. My tail began to slowly wag, even before I had stopped whimpering. His fingers touched lightly underneath my eyes, and found the tears that had squeezed out in the midst of my moaning. His hands cupped my muzzle, tilting tenderly upward to see my face. His face, I could see when my eyes eventually opened, projected pure concern.
"I... I want this," I whispered, barely able to breathe the words. They did not contain the conviction I had wanted, but he listened, and believed me. My expression held no fear, though twisted and tear-streaked. It was sincerity, and it was love. It was need, desire, and fulfillment all in one.
He tucked my muzzle back against his chest, resting his face tenderly against my headfur.
"I know, fox. I'll give you everything you need."
We were sitting in the main office, Master wrapping up the last few signatures and I leaning quietly against him. I was still shivering, anxious for the process to continue and anxious about its conclusion, but more than anything I was excited. One paw tapped the floor rapidly, beginning to jiggle my whole body, until Master shot me a look of amused rebuke. I stopped moving, for a few seconds at least, until my mind again began to wander.
And then, shortly after setting the pen down with a sigh, Master was hugging me. I squeaked, nestling into his arms, but my head tilted when he whispered to me:
"Don't worry about the next few days. They'll call me if you need them to, but I think you'll enjoy yourself."
I backed out of the hug. "Days?" I asked, racking my brain to figure out enough of what he said to even ask a question. "Do we have to wait?" I ventured, beginning to feel the excitement drain out of me.
Seeing the look on my face, my Master almost winced. "I'm sorry, fox... we never told you how it works, did we?" His hands went to my shoulders, seating me firmly down next to him. "Just don't worry, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'll stay right here until you're ready."
His words reassured me, just a little, but brought their own concerns. "Where are you going?" I asked quietly.
"I'll be back before it all happens, don't worry. But for now, they need you for the breeding program."
I let out a small snort, hearing him say those words with such an utterly serious expression, and my growing anxiety was instantly replaced with amusement. I had been with Master almost since my birth, and had had no sexual experience except with him. There was one instance when he had invited a friend over, with his own pet, and I had nervously shared my services with another fox. But even then, there was not a single female involved. Me, breeding? I couldn't fathom the concept.
But the thought raised memories of the lab, and what little I knew of how it worked, and when his expression remained somber I realized he was not joking. "Oh," I said, "that's right."
"I really do hope you'll enjoy yourself, Danny." He stroked my arm, speaking in soft reassuring tones. "But if you don't, it's only for a day or two. It's a requirement of the program... they have to keep the line going, and eager feeders like you are the best candidates."
He smiled as he said this, and I blushed. It was an odd thing to be recognized for, but I couldn't help feeling a faint sort of pride. I smiled and nodded, leaning against him to receive further pets. My body trembled as he stroked me, and whispered "good fox..." into my ear. Sometimes I can be so easy.
Master's departure was not brief. He stayed awhile while they explained the process, and uttered a few good-ol'-boy phrases encouraging me to enjoy my time with the vixens. Yes, vixens... a reward for good behavior, I suppose. Evidently my eagerness was exemplary, and I was to be bred with fully three of the five vixens going through processing that week. They would also be freezing my sperm, for use in any number of other experiments, thanks mostly to the doctor's opportunism earlier in the day. I was flattered by all of it, but anxious all the same.
"How long will this all take?" I asked the doctor, who had returned with an RFID bracelet for me. He looked up from fastening it to my wrist, and saw that the excitement on my face had been somewhat reduced since arriving.
"Oh, not too long if everything works out." He patted my head like a dog, and I managed not to flinch. (People were always petting me without Master's consent... after a while we both just came to accept it.) "We'll need you for at least a day or two for the breeding... more if necessary, but we'll try not to keep you at it longer than you're comfortable. Then as soon as you're ready..."
He left the rest unsaid, but not out of hesitance. He raised one eyebrow and grinned at me, seeing the faint shiver rippling through my fur at the mere suggestion of my fate. "It'll be time before you know it, fox." He chucked me on the shoulder. "You've got it easier than the females... they have to wait three months!"
I looked surprised, not having considered that until now. "Do the females have a choice?" I asked. "I wouldn't want to wait three months..."
"Well, of course! We can't force them to bear kits, and wouldn't want to. But most of them know what they're getting into, and come in for the breeding long before they're ready to be fed. Some even come several times."
Master patted me on the back. "They will if I've taught my fox anything," he quipped. I snickered, despite my blushing, and leaned against Master as he stroked my head.
The doctor nodded to my Master, and he sighed, beginning to kneel. "I gotta go, Danny."
I buried myself in his arms, telling myself not to cry. We had rarely been separated overnight, and it wasn't a traumatic concept, but I found myself welling up all the same. This was strange. I would be alone, and people would expect things of me. Is this what show foxes must feel like?
Master nudged into my ear, whispering only to me. "I know you don't remember this place, Danny, but this is where I picked you up when you were just a kit. This is where you came from, and where you'll return. This is your home."
I shook my head, not daring to speak lest I fracture what little resolve was keeping me from bawling. But I wanted to tell him no, that I belonged to my master, that he was my home. He clutched me tighter, and made a sympathetic noise.
"This is your lineage... your heritage. And you get to contribute to it more directly and literally than most." He released me, placing his hands on my shoulders... but I did not yet release him. "I wish I could be with you, foxy, but I can't take you there. You have to go home on your own."
My breathing gradually slowed as he waited, and I thought. I understood what he was saying, and it helped a bit... but all the same, it took me a long time to let go. I looked tremulously at him, still kneeling, hands still on my body. I smiled shyly, licked his hand, and turned to go.
I tried to keep my step strong, and Master obliged me by saying nothing more. The doctor took my paw and led me quietly to the door. There was no leash to guide me, this time. Just a little fox with an ID bracelet and collar, bare and trembling... and standing strong.
"Alright," I said, my voice weak in my ears. "Bring on the vixens."
I heard Master burst into laughter behind me, as I walked my self-satisfied, sad little smile through those doors.
The doctor caught up with me behind the doors, and we walked down the hallway in silence. I wasn't sure where we were going--whether I was heading in the right direction, or whether he was just carefully following me. In any case, we soon reached a corner at the end of the hallway, and stopped to let another fox pass.
"Cassie!" the doctor exclaimed. "How fortunate. I was just taking young Daniel here to his room."
The vixen looked up, turning halfway around to look at me. She had brushed past quickly, eyes down, but now that she looked I saw no hesitance in her eyes. I, on the other hand, could hardly make eye contact. I knew this must be one of the vixens they had chosen for me. I felt no stirrings for her, but the knowledge that we were being paired in such an impersonal way... that I had been chosen to impregnate her and then leave... how could you look someone in the eye in a situation like that?
"He's a shy one, isn't he?" She took a step back towards me, and I almost flinched. I wasn't sure if I should smile, or look at her, or look away. My only thought was to shake paws, but that I knew would be the wrong reaction--so I did nothing. Her eyes moved slowly up and down my body, as if she were not just my mate, but my predator.
"Do I get first dibs?" she asked the doctor. Yes, there it was. I was finally blushing.
The doctor looked at my chart, eyebrows raised. "I... suppose I could look at the other schedules. Amy's with him first thing in the morning--I'd have to move a few things around."
She stepped even closer, nearly touching me, and I finally forced myself to look her in the eyes, cautiously, over my downturned muzzle. She met my gaze, staring intently, with the hint of a warm smile. "It's not morning yet, is it?" she said to the doctor, without breaking eye contact.
"I was just going to get Danny settled in his room for the night... but I could let you handle that, if he's willing."
I glanced up at him, briefly. "Right now? I..." I looked back into the vixen's eyes, seeing an unfamiliar mix of curiosity and excitement. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, I felt a stirring.
"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."
She beamed, grasped my paw, and led me immediately down the hall. "He's in 313!" the doctor called out, before chuckling to himself and walking away. In a few steps we were there, and she had pulled me into a small room with just a bed and sink, and pulled me into her arms.
I'm afraid I may have been trembling. I was unused to physical intimacy without an emotional bond to accompany it... and unused to independence, and change, and all the uncomfortable feelings that had flooded around me the moment I walked through that door. It was all getting to be too much... my brief resolve wasn't holding up as I had hoped.
She leaned back to look me in the eyes, without removing her arms from around me. I choked back a whimper, feeling the stiff way I held my body, arms closed in at my sides, knees locked, back rigid. She smiled at me, recognizing it all in a glance, and put on a compassionate expression.
Her fur was the same color as my own. The patterning was different, but the color was a spot-on match. And her muzzle had a different shape from mine, I noticed. How strange... it was just a bit narrower, and her cheekbones were just a bit higher than mine. And her eyes... there was no difference in shape that I could see, but they seemed more expressive, somehow.
My anxiety remained high, but I was distracted by my contemplation. I had never seen a vixen up close before... and she knew it.
"You're one of those, aren't you?" she said softly, pulling me more tightly to her. "Master didn't let you out much?"
"No," I said, beginning to soften into her firm embrace. "I mean, I didn't want to... much."
"But 'Master', though, am I right?" She cocked an eye at me. "There aren't many foxes go to female owners."
"Really?" I said flatly, at a loss for words.
"Yes, really. So usually it's the vixens who get chosen. And usually when the males get chosen... well, they get skittish around the vixens, shall we say."
My face grew hot as I realized what she was referring to. I leaned closer, continuing the hug so she wouldn't see me blushing. And... because I was starting to like it.
"Have you ever...? No. No, it's pretty obvious."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, almost reflexively.
"Awww..." She ruffled the fur of my head, touching me now with greater vigor. "You poor thing, you're trying to break my heart." She pulled away, still stroking me all over, and I could feel her continuing touch beginning to have an effect. "Would it make you feel any better," she whispered, leading me gently towards the bed, "if I told you how excited that makes me?"
Now I was really blushing, wincing with embarrassment, and turning halfheartedly away to hide it. She smiled at me, that foxy, full-muzzled grin that only a vixen can properly pull off, and pounced.
It was slow for a pounce, really, looking almost as if she were stepping forward to hold me again, and bringing her muzzle tenderly towards my own. But it was definitely a pounce. Whatever tenderness she affected, whether real or feigned, hers was still the excitement of conquest... and I was her prey.
I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but that was the feeling that put me over the edge.
She pushed me to the mattress, kneeling astride my thighs, and purred with approval at the sight of my rising arousal. With her legs spread, I could see for the first time a hint of pink amidst the fur of her groin. I stared shamelessly, transfixed by the sight, as she inched her way forward and my cock bobbed up to meet her. I had never felt it respond so instantly and autonomously, to the point where I almost felt myself a spectator, standing off to the side watching this demonstration of vulpine mating.
I could see bare, folded flesh peeking out from under her fur. It was flush, ever so slightly engorged with arousal, and coated all over with a sheen of natural lubricant. My cock bobbed up once more, swelling to its complete firmness, and tapped softly against her vulva. She whined with need, fingers gripping my fur. I could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, growing warmer as she drew closer, until she lowered all at once.
She dropped suddenly, sitting on my lap, and my cock slid smoothly into her to the hilt. I cried out loud, the sudden heat and slickness unlike anything I had ever experienced. Master had mounted my cock once or twice, which I had enjoyed, but this was so much tighter, so much hotter, so much wetter... I could feel each squeeze of her tunnel, each pulse of her heartbeat in the lust-swollen flesh. Her furry crotch pressed against mine, legs gripping me firmly, and her paws roamed the soft fur of my belly.
For a moment she paused, shivering with gratification at being filled so suddenly, and that moment was all it took. Her tunnel gripped below my knot, that familiar tug that always had such an effect on me, and my whole body shuddered with release.
I squeaked, eyes tightly closed, and felt my knot swell suddenly, filling her pussy to its limit. My hips bucked involuntarily, and a gush of fluid poured into her. She gasped, feeling the spread of warmth, and smiled down at me. My eyes were slitted, and my mind buzzing with endorphins, but I could see her shaking her head at me and chuckling.
My sexual high was briefly lowered by embarrassment, but the feeling faded when she patted my muzzle with her paw. "Good fox," she whispered, and leaned down to kiss me.
Her breath washed over me, and she kept her lips against mine for the remainder of my orgasm. I opened my mouth to her, feeling her press her body against mine and slide her tongue into my muzzle, and gasped softly with each declining twitch of my foxhood. It was still as firm as ever, locked into her by the swelling of my knot and the tight grip of her pussy, and it continued leaking cum for several minutes.
At last she lifted herself, and I found myself able to think, breathe, and open my eyes again. I was still blissful, and bashful, and she smiled with satisfaction to see that expression on a face that was so recently awkward and virgin. With some satisfaction, I should say, because she was clearly not finished with me.
"That was adorable," she said, "and I'm kinda flattered. But I'm not done quite yet."
She lifted herself just slightly, which tugged uncomfortably at my groin. I whined, but she simply said "oh shush, you had your turn." She rolled her hips, shifting my engorged member inside of her, and groaned in pleasure. Her paw slid between her legs, rubbing her clit with quick little circles, as she began to rock her hips back and forth. I winced with each jerk of her body, the base of my cock being pulled this way and that by my trapped knot, bending in ways I'd have thought were impossible.
Her eyes were tightly closed, muzzle tilted towards the sky, and her movements were becoming more erratic by the second. Breath came out of her in quick pants, along with the occasional pleasured mew, which I found adorable. My cock was feeling overstimulated after my orgasm, but I couldn't help but be aroused by the way it was being used solely for her pleasure. The sensations were new, but I was entirely familiar with the experience of having my body used as a sex toy.
Just as the pace of her panting began to peak, my knot slipped out of her. With a groan of frustration, she reached lower and shoved it back inside. Two fingers slipped into her, lewdly spreading her wet flesh, and I felt the tightness of her tunnel begin to flex. She squeaked, eyes shut tight, with each quick jerk of her paw. Her body was stock-still, quivering at the extremities, for at least thirty seconds. I lay transfixed by the sight as my cock regained some of its vigor from the rippling clenches of her vagina.
All at once she relaxed, breathing deeply once more, and sank down onto my chest. The heat of her fur against me was greater than before. My arms went reflexively around her, but she lay limply on top of me, as if I were just a cushion. I tucked my muzzle into the crook of her neck, suddenly exhausted, and soon drifted off to sleep.
The lights were still on when I awoke. Cassie was snoring quietly on my chest, her small frame hardly weighing me down at all, but I enjoyed the closeness of lying underneath her. My cock had long since retreated, messy with our shared lust, but I could still feel the touch of her warm vulva moist against my belly. It stirred my arousal, and before any other part of me had moved I was once again slipping free of my sheath. My cock nudged at her, just the tip poking free of my sheath. The touch of warmth was more than enough to rouse me further, and it didn't take long for my growing arousal to gently reenter her.
She woke, obviously. Groggy at first, all she could do was twine her fingers through my neck fur, and utter purry little noises of assent. Her hips rocked down on me, pushing my sheath down fully and swallowing up the full length of my cock between her legs. It was swelling slowly, rising inside of her, and as she slipped back into consciousness she did her best to make it grow.
"You're getting the hang of this, little fox," she whispered to me. Her paws closed on my shoulders, and she pulled my body against her as she rolled her hips. I was less pent-up than last night, but only slightly; even our slow, sleepy movements were bringing me close to the edge. I moved my hips against her, thrusting gently, and buried my muzzle between her small furry breasts. Her arms went behind my head, clutching me to her.
"Easy, foxy... take it slow." She stroked my headfur, whispering directly into my upturned ear. I was already at the brink, quivering with tension, but I had to obey. "Good fox," she cooed, squeezing the back of my neck with one paw. "Gotta save some for the others."
We held the pose for minutes. My body cried out to hilt her, to tie with her again and fill her pussy with my seed, but her muzzle was right there in my ear, whispering softly, and praising me for being such an obedient fox. That alone was keeping my arousal at full tilt, along with the occasional squeeze I could feel whenever she heard me whimper. The clean musky scent of her fur, and the warmth radiating from her, were lulling me into a comfortable daze, and it wasn't much longer before I began to soften.
She rose off me slowly, sighing sadly at the retreating feeling of fullness. The subtle sliding of her vaginal walls was enough to make me stiff again, but it was brief. She was soon lying next to me in bed, watching my proud erection retreat against the cold sensation of drying fluids.
"Sorry foxy," she said, cuddling against my shoulder. "I'm not supposed to wear you out." She pulled me closer, bringing my muzzle close to her chest once again, and tossing a blanket over us both. "You've got a busy day ahead of you."
When I woke again, it was dark. The room lights filtered dimly through the blanket, and in the dark brown light that remained, all I could see were the white outlines of her furry chest. It was almost muggy from the accumulated moisture of all my exhaled breaths, but I could feel the cold of the room outside seeping in at the corners, and I remained huddled under the blanket.
I watched her chest subtly moving with each breath. For some reason I felt no lust, no desire to reach out for the naked body which lay on display before me. I could see the appeal now, but I remained still, my eyes searching over her body, contemplative, as they adjusted to the dim light. The red-on-white patterns of her fur were similar to mine, a pure white patch covering her chest and tapering down between her legs. Her breasts were small and firm, nipples barely visible through the fur. She had little to no muscle tone, but only a little extra fat, which wore well along the curves of her hips. And between her legs, a slightly raised mound with short, neat fur surrounding. From here I could barely see the blush of exposed pink flesh, but the scent of it was strong in my nostrils. I could smell the familiar musk of my seed, overlaid on a softer, stranger, and compelling scent. It stirred in me feelings my Master never had, an ache from between my legs, rather than beneath my tail. A need which could only be fulfilled by mounting, tying, breeding.
And yet I still felt like prey. I was conflicted, but at heart I felt no desire to take a female by dominance. I wanted to mount her, but I wanted to beg for it, to pleasure her and take satisfaction in my service. To obediently fill my role as a breeder, then eagerly take my place in the snake's belly. I wanted this... but I also wanted it to be over with.
A soft beeping filtered through to my ears. I winced at the cold pouring over us as Cassie began fumbling to turn it off. She hugged me tight to her chest, sighing, and whispered into my ear. "Sorry, foxy... it's almost time to go."
I huddled closer for warmth, and comfort. She held me a while longer, stroking my outline through the covers, before gingerly disentangling herself. "The technician will be here soon to take you to Amy, but you'd better get showered first."
After some protestation, I eventually followed her into the shower. She washed me quickly, with only a minimum of teasing. I reached for her, briefly, but she stepped away; the technician would be coming soon to walk me through the halls, and I had no clothes to hide in if I were aroused.
And before I knew it, there he was. Cassie opened the door, and turned to face me with a sad smile on her muzzle.
"I guess this is goodbye," she said plainly, without undue melodrama or irony. I shifted my paws awkwardly, unsure what to think of our short relationship. She might be having my kits, after this... but they would hardly be "mine"... and I'd be long gone by then. Soon, I thought. I'll be gone very soon.
"I'll be gone very soon..." I whispered, not knowing what else to say. She smiled more broadly, and stepped forward to put her arms around me.
"Me too, foxy," she softly replied. "Can't hardly wait."
"... Danny," I said, after a moment's pause. "My name's Danny."
She didn't reply. She didn't respond, except to stroke my head as she stepped aside. I brushed my tail along her side in one last, lingering touch, and I followed the technician out the door.
Amy was a bit less welcoming.
When I entered her room, carefully closing the door behind my back, it was hard to tell anyone was present. The room was bare except for the bed at the far side of the room, whose covers were piled up in the corner. I glanced around one more time, and it was a few seconds before I saw the small fox face poking out from the pile of covers. She whimpered as soon as my eyes met hers, and I stepped forward.
"...Amy? Are you alright?"
"Sorry..." she whispered, barely audible. "I... I don't know if I can do this."
"You don't have to," I replied. "Can't you just tell them you don't want to?" I stood awkwardly by the door, ready to turn and leave if necessary.
"No, I do want to," she quietly insisted. "I want to do my part. I just... I'd just rather get it over with. This part."
"You've never been with a male before?" I guessed. She shook her head.
"I have. Two times. I didn't really like it."
"Couldn't you ask for artificial insemination? I think they could do that here..."
"Ew, that would be even worse!" She almost laughed. "Some strange human with a tube full of some strange fox's semen? I'd rather just take the strange fox directly. No offense."
"None... taken?" I replied, still standing by the door. She had begun to pull her way free of the covers, emerging naked in front of me while avoiding eye contact. When she was finally free, she glanced briefly around her, before putting her back to me and bending over the bed. Her tail drooped over her body, leaving her rump fully exposed and pointing at me.
"Okay, just make it quick."
I looked away, abashed. "I... I don't know if I can do this," I said nervously.
"Never been with a female before?" she taunted, glancing over her shoulder to watch my embarrassment.
"Are you sure you want to do it like this? I thought you didn't want it to be impersonal."
"It is impersonal," she said, "and trying to be friends doesn't change the fact that I'll be having kits in a few months, and you'll be dog food in two days. Let's just get this over with so we can hurry up and get on to what we really came here for." She lifted her rear into the air, tail flagging impatiently, and I had nothing more to say.
Despite my protestations, the sight of her exposed pussy was already drawing my foxhood from its sheath. I could see, more clearly than before, the way the fur parted around the entrance, her position spreading the labia almost fully open. I approached with as much curiosity as lust, slowly enough not to startle her, and found myself kneeling down to face her sex. My muzzle approached tentatively, and I took a deep breath of her scent.
It had aspects I could recognize: the clean smell of freshly-washed fur, the heady, almost sour musk of a fox's body... but the overall effect was indescribable. She smelled like a vixen. For the first time my lust was more than just sexual... it was instinctual. Before I knew what I was doing, I had bent forward to bury my muzzle between her thighs.
She jumped at the unexpected touch, but quickly relaxed as my tongue sank inches deep into her pussy. The flavor was not pleasant or unpleasant, but it compelled me to taste more of her. I dove deep, lapping the lubricating juices from her walls, and seeing them replenished almost immediately, soon to be redoubled as my writhing tongue set her body to quivering.
Eventually I pulled away, wet-muzzled and wondering what had gotten into me. My cock was at full attention, oozing copiously with precum. I stood, still feeling nearly possessed, and grasped her hips gently between my paws. Her eyes remained closed, muzzle pointed steadfastly forward, but I could see the way her jaw hung loose with panting. The tip of my foxhood rested between her labia, drooling into her already, and we both let out a soft whimper simultaneously. My paws wandered, sliding into the crook of her shapely hips, and I sunk into her with a sigh.
Cassie's teasing had done its job. Already swollen to fullness, my cock stiffened almost painfully as it slid into Amy's passage. It jumped with each beat of my heart, rock-hard and incredibly sensitive, and I moaned out almost regretfully as I felt myself already rushing towards orgasm. Before my arousal rose too far, I began thrusting into her as rapidly as I could. My upper body hunched over her reflexively, and my hips were a blur. She cried out beneath me, sounding almost as if I were hurting her, but made no move to resist. My knot, almost fully formed, stretched her outer lips wide as it pounded in and out. Her cries became increasingly higher-pitched, pausing only to gasp in a ragged breath, but it couldn't last for long.
Soon enough I was spilling into her, my knot swelling further as my body committed itself to seeding this vixen with my kits. The full thickness of my rock-hard knot squelched against her sopping vulva, straining her painfully, but quickly slipping inside. She shook as if struck, bucking beneath me, but the sharp gasp she let out sounded familiar in my ears. I soldiered on, though the pleasure was approaching pain, and continued thrusting as best I could while my cock spilled forth. Each thrust of my knot into her stretched pussy was accompanied by a quick bark of orgasm from the vixen's muzzle.
The stimulation soon grew too great for me to bear. My hips shook uncontrollably with each attempted thrust, the overstimulated flesh of my cock crying out for me to rest and enjoy it. I finally gave in, drooping onto her with a defeated sigh, and letting her pussy clench down around my entire length. I felt her body relax, grateful for the respite. We rested like that for almost half an hour, longer than it took for my knot to soften and my cock to slip back into its sheath. I rested on her warm body, savoring the uncommon pleasure of her hips nestling into mine.
When her breathing had slowed, I painstakingly lifted myself back to my feet. She wasn't asleep, but she was exhausted enough that she merely rolled over, clambered fully into bed, and shuffled under the covers. I stroked her tail as I headed for the shower, and she was asleep by the time I returned.
I crept out into the hall, which looked to be deserted. I had hardly spent a half-hour with Amy, so it was no surprise that there was no one there to fetch me, but I felt plenty rested, and fairly sure she wasn't looking to cuddle. I stood outside the door for far too long, not wanting to wander off on my own, but eventually there was no other option. I glanced behind me, taking careful note of the room number, and started off uncertainly in an arbitrary direction.
The hallways were largely featureless, lacking the charm and bay windows of the public-facing parts of the complex. The most interesting thing I passed was a vending machine, which reminded me that I hadn't eaten last night or this morning. My initial nervousness had worn off, and there was only hunger below. I had a little cash secreted away in my collar, but that was for emergencies only, and this machine didn't appear to have a bill slot, anyhow. Out of curiosity, I touched my wristband to a pad on the machine, prominently placed next to the credit card slot. It beeped and blinked red, and I moved on.
I was starting to wonder at the emptiness of the hallways when I heard a faint commotion ahead of me. I turned towards it, around the next corner, and came face to face with the cafeteria doors. My tail wagged, and I reached for the familiar looking pad underneath the sign. It dinged green this time, and I made my way inside.
It was a typical cafeteria, filled mostly with employees of the facility, but I could see a few foxes milling about. They all had chaperones, I realized, and a few eyes were turning my way to look for mine. I shook off the uneasiness and strode towards the trays. It was not the first time I had conducted myself in public without my Master to guide me, and in this place I felt safer than usual. I still had my collar with me, at least, a talisman to tell the world I was owned... and by whom.
And I had my RFID bracelet, which it seems was enough to get me a meal. By the time I was leaving the line, a familiar-looking lab tech had spotted me.
"Danny!" He waved, and patted an empty seat next to him. "You're ahead of schedule, fox."
I nodded, placing my tray down before clambering onto the too-high bench. "It's been... an experience."
He chuckled. "It always is. But this is the most important thing you can do for us, and we're always grateful to the volunteers."
My ears perked up. "Volunteers? I thought it was mandatory."
"Sorry, that came out wrong. We don't select every fox for breeding, but we're always running a shortage of males. Sometimes an otherwise good candidate is selected, but he protests... or just can't manage it at all. It's mostly mandatory, but in the end the spirit has to be willing."
I chewed for a while, pondering. "Okay, that makes more sense. It hasn't been that bad so far... it just took me by surprise, a bit."
"Only one left, though, am I right?"
I nodded. "Do I have to go home after this? Tonight, I mean?"
He frowned. "Have to? Most foxes don't like to be kept away from their owners for the breeding program. Is there something--?"
"No, not like that," I interrupted. "I want to see Master again, I just... I didn't know I would have to wait. I thought I was coming in yesterday to..." I hesitated. As deeply-felt as it was, it still embarrassed me to say it aloud. "...I thought I wouldn't be coming home again," I finished weakly. He nodded in an understanding way.
"You're ahead of schedule so far. If the timing's right, we could be ready tonight."
"Ready to..." I whispered, already knowing the answer. He nodded. "Oh." The constant anticipation was beginning to lose its edge, but it was a relief to hear that my time had finally come. I had awoken yesterday for what I thought was the last time, and now all the same feelings were rushing back. I would not spend another night in anticipation, whimpering and aching to be devoured. I would not spend another night with Master... but he would be there to send me off, and to share in my sadness and exultation. And the video, I hoped pruriently, would bring him pleasure time and again.
He smiled to see my excitement, pointing me back at my nearly untouched plate. I went back to eating, tail still wagging away.
"I can see the breeding program is working," he said, as he contemplatively watched my tail wag at the thought of becoming a snake's meal. "I don't think this will be a laboratory experiment for much longer. Behavioral traits have become pretty stable, we have a strong self-sustaining population, and there's a growing demand for adoptions. We could move into the pet business almost any time; you could argue we already have."
He placed a hand on my shoulder, absentmindedly running his fingers through my fur. I kept eating, not entirely following what he said, but nodding along out of habit. "It'd have to be managed separately from our normal operations, of course, but the process wouldn't change much. Meanwhile, we could move forward with the genetic testing initiatives--we're just this side of knowing whether a fox will be likely to return in adulthood. If we wanted to go commercial, it'd be a helpful thing to be able to separate them ahead of time. I'd venture people would be more interested in a pet with a predictable, happy life cycle than one who would grow to suffer in the end, or require medical treatment... I'm sorry, I'm rambling."
I had stopped eating, watching him with a cocked eye as I slowly chewed. I shrugged.
"Ah well." He patted me lightly on the back. "As soon as you finish up, I can take you to Jen."
Jen was shy. Not the brusque, impatient reserve that Amy had displayed, but a blushing eagerness that was far too familiar to me. She sat on the bed as I walked in: smiling, but twitchy, with an obvious desire to hide within the safety of the covers. Even her collar was off, sitting neatly on the nightstand, her fur entirely bare for me to see. I stood uncomfortably before her, trying to smile, and utterly failed to break the silence.
"So what are you in for?" she said.
I chuckled. "Same thing as everybody else."
"Oh," she said, "I wasn't joking. They breed the show foxes, too... and they didn't tell me which I'd be paired with." She patted the bed beside her. "You don't have to stand there all day, you know."
I came towards her, sitting close to her, and didn't know what to do except to get started. I went to hug her, carefully enough that I could see her hesitate, and she rose to meet me just as I was beginning to withdraw. She hugged me first, sliding her arms around my waist and tucking her muzzle under my chin. She fit easily into my arms, but the way she nuzzled up to me was unexpected. I hugged her tightly, as tightly as I liked my master to hug me, and it seemed to do the trick. I wasn't used to being in charge, but it seemed I did know what to do, after all.
I leaned back, pulling her with me, and she stretched out her small body next to mine. She huddled close to me, burying herself under my arm, and I stroked her back lazily as she purred. I tucked one of my legs over hers, and her tail as well, and leaned forward to cover her with my body. I wound the fingers of my free paw through the short fur of her neck, and took hold.
She stiffened, with a slight gasp that I knew wasn't pain. Her body flexed slightly, arms pushing forward, but I held her securely enough that she could hardly move. She writhed against me, each struggle stronger than the last, and each breath coming heavier. When she finally relaxed, melting into my arms, her whimper of submission was enough to bring my exhausted member back to attention.
I rolled fully atop her, rubbing my swelling sheath through her fur. She squeaked adorably to feel the prodding of my insistent foxhood, rolling her body against me in desperate longing to be taken. I knew the feeling well, but it was strange to be on the other side of the exchange. Even stranger was the undeniable fact that her submission aroused me. It may have been empathetic or it may have been genuine, but it pleased me to please her so well.
Her softness pulled at my sheath, gently sliding it down around my bare cock. The prickles of her fur were too much stimulation for my sensitive member, but she soon spread her legs for me, begging me to enter her. Literally begging--it was faint, but I could make out a "please" amongst her whimpers, and I thought I might have heard her call me "Master". It threw me, but only for a moment, and in the next I had lowered my teeth to her throat, determined to play the part well.
As soon as my teeth found her neck, my cock found the entrance to her body. Her back arched, muzzle raising to present her entire vulnerable throat to me, and I sank deep into her pussy. I kept a firm grip, holding her down with my arms and letting out a slight growl, but my hips moved slowly against her, careful to remain gentle as I spread her open and took my pleasure. When she whined in impatience, barely audible over her gasps of pleasure, I realized that I couldn't depend entirely on my own experience.
I quickened my pace, my cock slipping easily into her lubricated, flexible passage. I sped up gradually, only heightening the volume of her cries, until I was fucking her with a force and speed that seemed almost excessive. She was deeply enjoying it, though, and I couldn't bring myself to stop or slow when I heard her cry out in orgasm. I kept at it, the stiff tip of my penis prodding at her cervix and drawing a sharp gasp each time it did so.
Her pussy rippled up my length, clenching down tightly each time she came. I whimpered, feeling myself coming up to the brink, and losing some of my determination. My teeth came away from her throat as I attempted to clasp myself to her, the way I would hold onto my Master as he watched me cum. Trouble is, she was already doing the exact same thing. I held her awkwardly, feeling her nuzzle and purr against my chest, and trying to grasp the wash of unfamiliar emotions that overcame me as I was pulled inexorably over the edge.
I was used to being mounted, and typically when I came it was almost an afterthought, barely noticed amidst the desperate pleasure of serving my Master and my eagerness to feel him cum inside me. From time to time he would pleasure me just for fun, or insist that I mount him, but it still felt to me like just another form of service. This was different. It wasn't just that the pleasure centered in my cock and not my... mind, I suppose. It felt dominant. I was now host, entirely against my will, to the feeling of breeding an eager vixen. It felt unnatural, but gripped me just as surely as my submissive instincts. To have a pet beneath me, begging to be used, was an uncommon challenge that I took on to satisfy her needs. In the end, though, as I shuddered and filled her tight body with my seed, I was doing it purely for my own pleasure. I bred her, knot tying her to me and trapping my semen against her fertile womb, and I delighted in the satisfaction and control.
And she delighted in it, as well. Her breath came hot and fast, dampening my chest fur as she whimpered against me. I doubt she could feel my seed filling her, based on my own experience, but I knew that my body's stiff shuddering would be unmistakable. She whined, rubbing her muzzle languorously against my chest in her delight at having pleased me. Her fingers twined through the fur of my back, clutching tightly, and she held herself to me as her breathing slowed.
As my muscles weakened, I allowed my body to droop down over hers. The accumulated exhaustion of the day was finally catching up to me, and I found I could hardly keep my eyes open. Even as my cock remained tied inside her pussy, I relaxed atop her soft body and resigned myself to sleep. She remained beneath me, purring, submissively affectionate to the fox that had claimed her.
When I woke for the third time that day, we were still huddled together on our sides. She was curled up against my chest, the warmth a pleasant accompaniment to my soft sexual high, but I wasn't entirely comfortable with the way my arms fit around her. Her body in my arms... her muzzle nestled under mine. It was an erotic experience, yes... but it wasn't the comforting that I had come to expect, whenever I would wake up curled against my master.
She nuzzled into my chest, seeking comfort in my inexperienced arms. I held her tighter, knowing that whatever my misgivings, I could still bring her satisfaction.
When she woke at last, some of the frenzied submission she had shown earlier was gone. Her eyes looked on me adoringly, glazed with post-coital satisfaction, but she limited herself to resting her body against mine. I wondered idly how long we had slept, knowing that a technician would be visiting eventually, and I would have to leave. Then I remembered that my Master would be coming for me, and I felt bad for wanting to stay.
We cuddled drowsily together, not knowing what else to do from here. This would be my last time with a female, I knew... but I had no desire to try to prolong it. I knew I would miss the feeling, if only for a while, but the urges that had driven me forward were now entirely sated. Her soft underbelly rested against my sheath, and I knew that her moist pussy was just inches away, and her legs would eagerly spread for me if I gave any indication of my lust. But there was no lust. Even the thought of my rapidly-approaching fate was only a fact to me, now. Thankfully, even devoid of my thoughtless eagerness for it, I felt no compunction against giving my life up for a snake's meal.
But I made no move to leave her side. Some of it was sloth and comfort, yes, but I also felt an unexpected sort of caring for this little vixen. Perhaps her whispers of submission had had an effect on me.
"You're a show fox?" I said quietly, after many long moments of silence. "What is it like?"
"The event?" She lifted her head slightly, slow to emerge from her torpor. "It's on television every year--have you never seen it?"
"No... the whole thing. Being raised for it, I mean. I... I don't think I'm expressing this well."
"Um... well, there's a lot of fuss and a lot of people. They taught me to walk a certain way during the showing--and to walk another certain way the rest of the time. It's very particular."
"'They'?"
"Oh yes. It's not just my master. There were trainers of all kinds. Most of them were nice, but I didn't like some of them... and I didn't like when there were several around at one time. Sometimes... not a lot, but sometimes... one would tell me to do one thing, and another would tell me to do another thing, and..."
"Oh," I said sadly. "That's not good." We lay quietly, lost in thought. "I guess," I said at last, "I guess I was asking what it's like... to have to become what is expected of you."
"What?" she answered, after a brief silence.
"I mean... like humans do, I guess. They want you to be something that you're not... and so you have to learn how to be that, to do the things they want. I feel like I've always been like this, and Master's always wanted me to be like this. It's natural."
"'Like this'?"
"Like... a pet. Eager to please my master, to feel his touch... I don't have to be anything more than that, and it's who I already am."
"I'm a pet too," she whispered. "The show is something I do, not who I am. But I like to be able to do something to please him, something difficult. And for myself, as well. Don't you want to have done something?"
I shook my head, almost surprised at myself that I was doing so. "I never felt anything like that. As long as Master is happy with me, and I'm with him..."
She hugged me gently. "But you're not with him."
"He's coming back soon," I protested. "He wants to be there... to watch me. Does... does your master..."
"You mean..."
I nodded.
"...no. He thinks... that I don't want him anymore. He's upset that I want this more than I want to stay with him."
I felt a pang for her, for how she must feel to face such an assertion from her master, but I couldn't find the words. The most I could say, whispered almost by reflex, was "That's not fair."
"I do, though." She said it simply enough, catching my eyes as she did. "I've still got a few years left, easy, if I wanted to stay and grow old. And I do... I love my master, and I hate to feel like I'm leaving him. But I want this more. I need this. I've never needed anything like this, and I can't hold back any longer." She clutched herself to me, nuzzling under my chin the way I would with Master. I held her as well as I could manage, burying her in my fur, and she melted into the grasp. "I almost want to call it fate, as silly as that is... but even fate starts to seem like an opportunity that could slip away if you let it. This is built into me, start to finish. I could walk away if I tried... but I can't begin to imagine how I would try."
I took one more shower afterwards. I didn't feel dirty, not in that way, but it cooled me down and gave me a chance to clean my sheath. By the time I emerged, Master was there waiting for me.
I leapt into his arms, still dripping, unable to restrain a yip of joy. He laughed and squeezed me tightly, ruffling my fur with the towel I had been wearing. I buried my muzzle under his chin, warming myself on his body.
"Aww, it wasn't that bad, was it?" He carried me without complaint, though I weighed nearly 100 pounds. At that moment, I felt like a kit again, safe in Master's arms.
I shook my head. "It wasn't that bad. Just... unusual."
"Unusual, eh?" He nodded to the doctors, carrying me back in through another door.
"I don't think I liked it."
He laughed. "I'm sorry, fox. Were you still able to get the job done, though?" I nodded eagerly, and nuzzled up to his palm as he stroked my head. "Thatsa good fox... I want you to tell me all about it."
I frowned, thinking back to last night, and the whirlwind experience of the last 18 hours. "I'm not sure how to start..." I murmured, and then gradually began to recount the main details. He held me tightly as we headed towards the grounds, and I felt as if all my cares were behind me.
Ahead of me, of course, was only the snake.
They ushered us through with no questions, though my ID band was scanned three separate times on the way in. The doors were plain, marked only with numbers, but a tech was waiting for us beside the correct door. He nodded to my master and smiled at me, doing his best to keep me at ease. I was not distraught or hesitant, but neither was I excited in the way I had expected. Watching the video was immediate and visceral, seeming more real to me in hindsight than the actual experience. I hardly knew what to do, but Master was there to guide me.
He stood behind me, holding me against him with a hand on each shoulder, as the technician leaned down to give me my final instructions. I tried to meet his broad, compassionate smile with some show of reassurance, but the best I could do was nod and whisper my assent when he asked each question.
"Okay, there's not too much to do," he said. "Hank's been with us a long time, and he's learned to be gentle with willing prey. He's going to want to constrict you, but he won't hurt you if you don't struggle a lot."
"How much is 'a lot'?" I asked warily.
"You just have to go limp," he replied, "don't worry about a thing. He hasn't given us trouble in years. Now there are other animals who will let you struggle, if you'd prefer that, and still be gentle about it..."
"That's fine," Master replied. "We covered that in the entry counseling."
"Okay," he nodded. "So there's only one more thing. If I can be blunt... do you want to do it head-first, or feet-first?"
I chuckled nervously. "F-feet first." I glanced up at Master, and he rubbed my chest reassuringly.
"Alrighty. So when you walk up to Hank, just get close enough for him to notice you. Then you'll want to lie down with your feet facing him, and your arms at your sides. He'll take it from there."
I nodded again, waiting for him to continue, before I realized that he was waiting for me. He stood up, waiting by the door, and I turned to face my master.
I was still feeling blank and uncertain, and so it surprised me, when Master kneeled down to face me, that his eyes were glossy with emotion. We stared into each other's eyes for several long moments, and I tried to come up with something to say. The only words I could find were those rising unwanted into my mind, telling me that this was the last time I would see my master's face. And then he hugged me, and his face was gone from my vision, and the thought pierced my heart in an instant.
A sob leapt out of me before I could stop it, tightening my throat to a painful knot. I fell limp in Master's grasp, and my arms trembled as they tried to hold on. He held me tighter than I could bear, exceeding the tightness in my throat and the tightness in my mind. I lolled against him, unable to breathe, unable to cry, and felt my body and mind begin to relax. Even the pain in my lungs became comforting to my current state of mind. If I were to die in my master's grasp, I felt sure I wouldn't struggle. My life had been in his hands since I was a kit, and I would never want him to let go.
It calmed me, the thought that my master had made this decision. I knew I wanted it, this particular end, but he had cheerfully guided me to it as soon as I was ready. So it was that when he finally stood, and directed me by my collar to the door of the enclosure, I went to my fate obediently: knowing that my master's place was to lead me, even to my death, and my place was to follow.
I hardly wondered, as the door slid shut behind me, what I expected to happen from this moment forward. The instructions were clear, clear enough that I needn't think too hard about each action, or doubt where my obedient feet were taking me. It was more than obedience, of course: my desire had brought me this far, assuring my master and the other humans that I did indeed want to be... eaten. I knew it without a doubt, from the first moments of my life, and no one had questioned my resolve. I knew it to be fate, and no one had questioned this knowledge.
It was so instinctual, and so long-awaited, that I had trouble believing that it could be real. As I walked towards the center of the enclosure, my footsteps strong and steady, the only thing my mind could think to do was wonder. I wondered, as I unhesitatingly walked towards my fate, whether it was natural to feel such numbness and alienation. Whether I should be joyful instead, free of care. Whether I had turned my back on my master when I walked away.
"You're not alone," I heard, and my step faltered. I turned to see Master watching, smiling down on me from a windowed station. He leaned into a mic, and I waited loyally for his command.
"Good fox," he said simply, smiling down on me with utter confidence. I smiled up at him, and turned back towards my destiny. I felt his eyes on me with each step, and knew that my anxiety, and my anticipation, were shared. If I could not stay with my master after this, at least I went with his blessing.
I saw the snake before it saw me. It was sleeping, or at least very lazy, but as I came closer it lifted its head alertly. This was the moment they had warned me about, when the snake sees its meal and rises toward it. The moment, which was already past, that marked the point of no return. As the snake began to rise, my weak knees assisted in guiding me down to the proper position of a fox ready to become food. I felt it approach my paws, steeling myself for the first touch of his sweltering maw, but it was a bit longer in coming.
It sniffled around me first, tickling my fur with quick jabs of its flexible forked tongue. It was eager for me, in a way more bestial than I had ever known, a relentless all-encompassing eagerness that I could hardly compare to being collared, mounted, or taken. It was beyond consent or negotiation, beyond cruelty or pain or law. It was power, and I was powerless, more thoroughly powerless than I ever could have felt in my civilized life. It had not eaten for weeks, and it was hungry... and the meat of my body was to sustain it for weeks more. It would not allow this meal to escape its hunger.
I lay on the grass, arms and legs tightly together as instructed, and as still as I could manage. I made no move to escape, and I still did not want to, despite the primal fear the snake's presence had invoked. But I could not restrain myself from quaking, my limbs jittering visibly from the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I tried to be still, distantly worried about agitating the snake, but he calmly continued to inspect the frightened, eager morsel before him.
When his jaws clamped over my shoulder, I choked down a moment of panic. I didn't want to go headfirst. Though it might not be logical, this was important to me--I knew I would suffocate inside the snake, but I wanted to be deep in its belly when I did. Nothing appealed to me about being killed and then eaten. I wanted to be swallowed, to see the outside world recede as I was pulled out of it, to give myself up and to be taken, and then to... die.
I almost cried out for Master, but I knew it would only alarm him. I knew he enjoyed it as he watched now, and in some brief and distant corner of my mind I envisioned him watching the recording. My actions now were the last way I could please my master, and that knowledge was enough to keep me calm.
But the snake did not start swallowing me yet. The teeth in my shoulder, which pinched but did not draw blood, were only to hold me fast as he wrapped me in his coils. His head wrenched at me, easily tossing my body around as his heavy bulk fell atop me. The soft wide scales of his underbelly caressed me all over, and very soon began to tighten. I cried out, then, just a squeak forced out of me by the pressure, and immediately hoped that my master was not alarmed.
The pressure continued, but did not intensify. I was held securely, just this side of uncomfortable, but I knew I did not want to test my strength against this grip. I felt my pulse in my throat, the animal panic beginning to rise, as the snake's constricting body covered me down to my toes. When I was fully engulfed, only my tiny head peeking out from a mound of scales and muscle, the snake tightened once more. In that moment, only briefly, it held me as tightly as Master had. In that moment I exhaled, calmly relinquishing my last breath, and at last found the peace I was seeking.
And finally, once I was securely at the beast's mercy, he began to feed.
I felt wet breath wash over my bare pads, signaling the first openmouthed lunge that would begin the process. At last it was just as I had imagined. His maw closed around my paws, slick and cool, and I finally felt my arousal returning. My cock emerged, slickly pressing its way into the tight embrace of the snake's scales. My heart beat faster, and I felt the familiar blush of lust warming my body. The anxiety came too, that hot tightness at the back of my neck, but each gentle squeeze across my body reassured me, comforting me enough to banish it for a moment.
The long journey was over, my freedom was already gone, and all that remained was to enjoy the sensuality of my long-awaited dream. I opened my eyes, gazing up at my master and seeing him staring raptly down on me. I smiled at him, genuinely and without reserve, as I felt the first swallow grip me. He smiled back, encouraging and happy, even as subsequent swallows came to pull me away from him.
The coils at my legs began to loosen, peeling away gradually as the snake made his way up my body. My paws had slipped into his throat, and I could feel the way it clenched them with each swallow, holding me fast as he stretched his neck forward, mouth yawning open to slide further up my legs. Then his jaws would come down, securing a prickly hold with which he would pull the rest of his body forward. I couldn't see his maw gape from behind the thickness of his coils, but I could feel its lewd wetness engulfing me, each constriction squishing audibly through my fur as the saliva slicked me down.
His coils shifted erratically, scales sliding up and down my lubricated cock. I gasped. The stimulation was nothing compared to my treatment over the last few days, but my exhaustion and satiety stood no chance against this unexpected pleasure. It was enough that I was being stroked by my predator, however incidental. Enough to make me purr, even. I nuzzled up to the ravenous predator's cool flank, passively enjoying the stimulation on my member, and focusing my mind on the image of myself slipping inside his massive body. Even as it happened, even feeling the irresistible force of his gullet tugging me inside, I fantasized as much about the concept of it as the sensations.
I was up to my waist before I knew it, his mouth rising up towards my paws, which remained trapped at my side. I could feel my fingers dip into the soft flesh, and I savored the way it squished against my sensitive pads. Fully half of me was inside by this point, only one or two coils hanging loosely around the remainder of my body. The one rubbing against me was pulled away, leaving my cock to bob neglected in the open air. I hoped, for just a moment, that my master could see how excited I was--but in the next moment it was swallowed up by the snake's maw, and all I could think of was the pleasure. It was a strange sensation, to feel my cock sink into the snake's throat from the bottom up... so unlike anything I had felt before, and so incomprehensibly satisfactory. When it next swallowed, the tight ring of muscle stroked powerfully down my length, and the sudden sensation made my whole body jump. The coils squeezed tighter for a moment, but by now the snake knew that any of my struggles were bound to be in vain.
I did not attempt to fight it. At times I would particularly enjoy resisting Master's advances, pushing against him with my weak paws, just to feel him force me down and take me. But I could not resist this, not even in play. I had never wanted anything more; I had never felt a pleasure that could soothe my soul as completely. I cried out in the throes of my submission, keening in desperate, hopeless delight, and slowly rolling my hips to slide my cock through the soft flesh of my predator's gullet. I was briefly thankful that I had chosen the snake, who obliged my desires entirely with his gentle, insistent feeding. And I was thankful to my master, who watched me even now with that admiring, lecherous smile that had become so familiar to me. I gazed up at him lovingly, remembering all the nights he had lain me down to sleep with that same caring look on his face. I felt my tail try to wag, as always, despite being too tightly tucked.
"Could you..." I whispered, then cleared my throat, and spoke loud enough to be heard. "Could you save my collar, Master?"
The technician made a face, but Master smiled broadly. "I'll make sure that we get it, fox."
I smiled back, in that drowsy, satiated way that he so loved to look at. I'm sure he could tell that I came, my eyes blinking slowly in post-orgasmic torpor as the snake's mouth reached my chin. I felt the world fade, darkening in the overwhelming sensations that rushed through me, and sweeping out of view as the snake's jaw forced my muzzle upward. Now I could see only the grass, bordered by the ever-encroaching border of the snake's maw. It was pink, with tiny teeth along the edges, rippling folds all along it, and split along the protruding segments of the jaw. The air became gradually more humid as I sank deeper, soft throat-flesh flattening my ears against my head to muffle the world. I was now fully inside, but the snake's loose jaw continued forward, pulling the throat up around my head and preserving a shrinking window into the outside world, keeping well-lit my deepening view of the snake's gullet. I could see its protruding esophagus, the soft inside of its cheeks, and soon the rippled sphincter marking the beginning of the throat proper. All this I saw from the inside out, panting in the ever-thickening air and in my excitement at seeing the snake's body close around me. Darkness encroached, the snake's jaw slowly resettling.
I whimpered as he yawned, letting in the last light I would ever see. One last vision presented to me, showing nothing but the rippling flesh of my final, cozy home. It contracted as it dimmed, sealing tightly over every curve of my body, at last enclosing even my muzzle in a skin-tight cocoon of flesh.
It felt... comfortable. I hardly thought to doubt that I should feel such a sense of belonging, and spent my last moments enjoying the physical sensations. The ever-present sinking sensation, the warm flesh sliding past as I ventured deeper... the way each swallow clenched at my muzzle, squeezing me down and squeezing its way down my body. The ripples teased my receding cock, keeping me ever aware of the sensual and sexual dominance the snake had over me. My hips moved languidly, preserving a sleepy state of consistent arousal by rubbing myself against the soft flesh of my predator. I could feel the warm oozing of my seed spreading through my fur, mixed with the saliva that soon had me coated from head to toe. It sank into my fur, easing my matted fur into a smooth tapered shape that slid effortlessly through the snake's digestive system. I embraced my role now as nothing more than a morsel... despite my eager whimpers and slow motions of assent, I was already taking on the appearance of just another bolus of food in a snake's gut. I couldn't tell when throat became stomach, but by then it was all the same. I lay motionless and accepting, trapped deep in the body of my predator, with only a dim pleased awareness of the muscular walls that churned acids into my fur.
I realized then that I had released my last breath in that last plaintive, blissful whimper. I felt thankful, in a way, for the finality. There would be no need for last words, nor wondering whether my master would even hear them. There would be no desperate holding it in, no shadow of hope that my survival instincts might hold on to. I knew that I would struggle at the very end, my body exercising its last veto over my conscious mind, willing to do anything to preserve its existence. But by then, with my body already deep inside the snake and secured by the superior strength of its gullet, there would be little I could do but quiver. The last evidence of my existence would be a softly squirming bulge in the snake's midsection, with no indication of who or what was had just been swallowed, soon to succumb to the predator's remorseless digestion. It would take weeks for my last remnants to disappear, the bulge of my body softening and shrinking as it was absorbed into the snake. After the ceremony and the goodbyes, after all had gone about their lives, even after I was gone... I would still be put to use.
I wondered, in the last moments of consciousness that remained, whether my master would see me struggle. I hoped that he would enjoy the sight, if he was watching, or at least that he would understand. In my last moments I thought of Master, loving him more than ever, and wished for him to understand that I never regretted a thing.