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Outfoxed (by Mr Foxy Paws)

One of the most common questions in the fandom is: when did you first realise that you're a furry?

If you have a few moments, I'd like to tell you my own story...

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I was strolling through the woods near my house, one late summer's evening, idly looking for animal tracks in the dry and dusty earth, and listening to see how many different bird-calls I could recognise. The sun was still bright and warm, although its golden orb was dipping that slow and inevitable path down towards the tree-lined horizon. As usual, I carried a small spiral notepad and pencil with me - ideal for sketching, or jotting down story ideas that come to me at the most random of times, or even for drafting an entire poem should inspiration indulge me with its presence. The atmosphere was so tranquil, mother nature so relaxed and content, that I decided to make my way towards a small secluded clearing that I had stumbled upon many years previously; one of my favourite locations to stop, and sit, and think, and draw or write.

The occasional, hasty scurrying noises in the undergrowth to my side were the only evidence of other living woodland creatures - besides the chirruping birds overhead - and the only other sound apart from the rustling dead leaves beneath my feet. That was, until I took the final turning towards my destination.

Then I heard voices. Human voices.

Surprised, and above all upset by the thought of intruders sharing my private haven, I slowed my pace and crept forwards. Sure enough, I could make out some movement a little way ahead; there was the sound of people talking, the shape of human forms, and glimpses of colour between the trees and bushes and other dense foliage. Looking down to check my footfall, and carefully avoiding any dried twigs that might snap aloud, or exposed tree roots that might catch my balance and make me fall, I crouched down and padded softly closer.

'Good,' I heard, although at first it was difficult to make out the muffled voices. Then, as I arrived at the very edge of the clearing, hiding myself behind some large brambles, the words became clearer. 'Kneel,' somebody said. 'Kneel, pet.'

*

I hunkered down and swayed my head a little to the left, a little to the right, seeking out the best vantage point to form a view through the heavy undergrowth. Finally, raising my head a couple of inches, I was able to observe the scene. At first, I assumed that a romantic couple had found my hideaway, and that a young boy and girl were perhaps discovering the intimate pleasures of love for their very first time. On hearing the word 'pet', however, my mind naturally painted pictures of an older couple walking their dog, perhaps stopping to teach a collie dog some random lessons on obedience. What I saw, however, made me let out a small gasp of shock.

A tall, white furry dragon, and a shorter, rainbow-collared skunk, who was kneeling at the dragon's feet.

At the sound of my brief cry of surprise, the dragon glanced over towards my hideout; his dark blue eyes squinted, and he flared his furry white nostrils as if snuffing the air. I froze, bated my breath and waited. Nearby, a young leveret hopped into the clearing, looked up at the two furry characters, tilted its head as if trying to figure out who or what they were, and then bounded back towards the safety of its mother and burrow. The dragon turned back to the skunk.

'Enjoy,' he ordered, unbuttoning his trousers and extracting a massive and proudly upturned cock.

I stared, transfixed, as the young kneeling skunk shuffled forwards a few inches, wrapped his paws around the base of the swollen member and lowered his head to wrap his lips and mouth about the thick meat. The dragon, in his turn, spread his legs a little further apart, and tipped his head back in apparently growing pleasure; a broad smile slowly painted itself deeper and wider across his upturned muzzle.

As I watched, the dragon reached down and cupped a large purple-clawed furry paw behind the small skunk's head; in response, the kneeling creature began to bob his head both farther and faster. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I swear that I could hear the dragon's pounding heart - if not at least his heavy breathing - and the sound of occasional skunky slurps floated to my ears. Maybe I am unique, but the sound of others kissing or having sex has always turned me on; noisy, oral sex in particular. Down between my thighs, I felt the familiar warmth of my own constrained cock beginning to harden; I felt it nudging my flesh as it straightened up, straining at my trousers, starting a firm bid for freedom. I reached down and squeezed it, through the thick denim of my jeans; I rolled it, and toyed with the long shaft, then traced my fingers to the end and played with that as well, taking it between my thumb and forefinger and squidging it, effectively beginning to wank.

In the clearing, the little striped creature continued pleasuring the dragon, his crystal blue eyes upturned to check the expression on his master's face, checking that his skunkish service was satisfactory. The scene continued for several minutes more, until the dragon shifted his balance slightly, muttered a few words, and then grasped the skunk's blue-furred head tightly against his groin. I watched the pet swallow - his adam's apple bobbing several times - and then lean back to let the dragon cock fall from his lips so that he might expect the results of his mouth-work. I reached down, unzipped my own trousers and pulled out my own hungry and impatient cock. Back in the open, the skunk had once more leaned his head forwards and was working his pink tongue deftly over and around the dragon's cum-covered shaft, enjoying the final stages of his obedience while his master ruffled and caressed the pet's long locks of blue hair. I began to paw myself, sliding my fist up and down my own rigid member; up and down, up and down, up and down. I moved my right leg, trying to move from a crouching position into a kneeling one, to better be able to fap.

*snap* I stepped on a twig.

'What was that?' asked the dragon, whipping his purple-horned head around to face in my direction, his yellow whiskers wavering with the movement.

'I dunno,' said the skunk, pausing to turn and stare as well.

'There's somebody there,' said the dragon, his muzzle sniffing the air. 'I can smell human... pre-cum.'

I glanced down; sure enough, my cock-head was covered with a sheen of fap-smeared premature cum.

'Come out!' barked the dragon. 'I know you're there. Come on, show yourself!'

I held my breath and stayed where I was.

'You don't want to make me come and get you,' said the dragon. 'Nasty things might happen.'

Hesitantly, I stood up, breaking my cover behind the brambles.

'My, my,' said the dragon, looking me up and down. 'What a fine creature! But you really shouldn't go spying on dragons.'

'Sorry,' I mumbled. 'I was just... I was just passing and -'

'Here!' ordered the dragon, nodding to the centre of the clearing. I stepped around the bramble bush and walked out to stand where the dragon had indicated.

'Oooh, he's been fapping, Master,' said the skunk.

'So I see, so I see,' remarked the dragon. 'Fancy some cock?'

'Be... Be my guest,' I say, holding out my dripping dick towards the kneeling skunk's mouth.

'No, no, do you fancy some cock?' the dragon asked me. 'Want to taste some skunk?'

'No!' I exclaim.

'No?'

'No, I'm not a cock-sucker. Never have been, and never will be,' I say boldly.

'Oh, really?'

'Really!'

'Kneel,' said the dragon; just a single, softly-spoken word, and you could barely even call it an order. Yet, somehow, in some way I couldn't and still can't explain or understand, it carried total authority, dominance.

'You're not going to make me suck your cock?'

'Kneel!'

I knelt down on the soft green grass.

'Close your eyes,' ordered the dragon.

'You're not going to make me suck your cock?' I asked again.

'No,' he assured me. 'No, I'm not going to make you suck my cock. Now, close your eyes.'

I obeyed.

I obeyed, and seconds later felt a leather collar being wrapped and fastened around my neck. Then:

*click*

The unmistakable sound, and slight tugging weight, of a chain leash being fixed to the collar.

'Wha-' I began.

'Open,' said the dragon, giving a slight pull on my leash.

I flicked my eyes open and there, hanging inches from my face, was the business end of a massive skunk's cock. A tiny bead of pre-cum sat atop the very tip, beginning to emerge from the fine slit.

'Lick.' Once again, the dragon master barely needed to whisper his words, and even then only as a statement rather than as a command, yet each syllable carried total and utter authority.

'You said... You wouldn't make me suck your cock,' I protested.

'It's not mine,' came the simple reply. 'Enjoy.'

And with that, I felt my leash being pulled, drawing my head up level with the skunk's quivering beast; right up until I could feel the warmth being radiated by his swollen member; right tight up until its enflamed head nudged itself against my closed lips.

I parted them.

And the skunk pushed forwards.

I opened my mouth.

And the skunk bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deeper into my gaping maw.

That's when the dragon took a few paces backwards, and stood to watch, arms folded across his furry chest.

It's true, I had never sucked cock before. I'd never been with a guy before. And yet... And yet... And yet some primaeval instinct was aroused within me, some innate knowledge and ability, for my tongue began to swirl around the skunk's throbbing member, while at the same time I slid my head back and forth along his shaft, all the time sucking, sucking, sucking. Above me, I heard the black-and-white pet cooing gentle words of encouragement - praising my sluttish cock-sucking abilities - now and again running his paws through my hair or stroking and playing with my ears.

'How is he?' called the dragon.

'He's good,' said my first ever furry topper. My first ever topper, come to that. 'A real natural.'

'Take him all the way,' said the dragon, a comment that could have been meant for either of us until a few moments later he added: 'And swallow.'

Spurred on by the skunk's encouragement, and the perverse but pleasurable humiliation of being forced to not only kneel and suck cock but also be expected to swallow the end results, I worked the swollen skunk meat faster and deeper, faster and deeper, licking and sucking with all my strength, noticing the cock's heat, enjoying the feel of its textured head and ribbed shaft in my mouth, and tasting its early gifts of pre-cum.

It was all such a blur that I can't be sure which I noticed first; either the rapid further swelling of the monster in my mouth and an increase in its firmness, or the skunk paws moving around to the back of my head to ensure I complied with the order to swallow, or his sudden warning that 'I'm cumming! I'm cumming!'. In any event, his giant skunk-hood twitched and fired, twitched and fired, twitched and fired at least half a dozen times and I desperately tried to swallow avoid choking as each load spurted against the back of my throat.

'Good boy, good boy,' praised the skunk. I looked up and smiled.

'You wanna clean it off?' he asked, pulling out his cock and holding it under my nose.

I looked down.

I nodded.

Holding the base of his skunk-hood with one hand, I licked him clean. For some reason, I had always assumed cum must taste disgusting, but ever since that occasion I've never been able to get enough of it.

'Pet!' the dragon called.

'Master?' asked the skunk.

'Rim.'

'Who?'

'You on top.'

I looked up at the skunk, across to the dragon, and back to the skunk, unsure of what was happening.

'On your back, buddy,' said the little striped creature in front of me, gently pushing my shoulders. I lay down on the grass and shut my eyes, pleased for a few moments to catch my breath after the exertion of some moments before.

'Lick.'

The dragon's order was simple yet clear, but it left me puzzled for I had only just finished tonguing the small skunk's tasty erection. I opened my eyes, about to hitch myself up on one elbow to ask what he meant, but instead of the blue-pink hues of an evening sky overhead all that I could see was a furry skunk butt looming above me. A furry skunk butt, with its puckered little tail hole.

'Lick,' repeated the dragon.

I licked my lips, certainly, but that was with hesitation rather than delight at the prospect ahead of me; or, rather, the prospect hovering a few inches above me. Ultimately I had no choice in the matter, as the decision was made for me when the skunk lowered his creamy rump towards my face, using the delicate sense of touch that all animal butts have to ensure his tight pleasure-entrance came to rest directly over my mouth.

'Lick.' This time, the skunk gave the order, gave my leash a little pull, and I obeyed.

With his creamy butt cheeks resting against my own face cheeks, his sweaty furry crack down over my nose, I cautiously extended my tongue. At the first touch, the skunk flinched, perhaps unused to receiving such a form of pleasure from his master. The taste was... sweaty. Warm, sweaty flesh. The texture was rough, furry and puckered. And as for the humiliation! The humbling humiliation of having a skunk sit upon your face, and being forced to pleasure him by tonguing his tail-hole... I could feel my cock hardening, its taut skin barely able to contain the swelling beast inside. My impatient erection, however, went untouched and I was hardly in a position to beg the skunk to paw me. I wasn't in a position to beg for anything, or to utter a single word. My one, my only option was to work the tail-hole that had been presented to me. And I worked it well.

Just as I had never before sucked cock, this was the first time that I had rimmed a tail-hole. Once again, however, it seemed to be the most natural act in the world and - although I perhaps didn't have the greatest skill on earth - the skunk seemed more than satisfied with my attention. I began licking around his hidden entrance, first one way, and then the other, using the tip of my tongue to explore his folds of flesh. Growing in confidence, I began to press harder and - obviously wanting me to go deeper still - the furry pet sitting astride my face pushed down further. Finally, partly from curiosity, partly from the need to serve the skunk well, and partly because I knew it was an inevitability expected of me, I plunged my tongue into the young pet's tail-hole. There was an instant meep! of surprise, but I could tell it was the correct move because - as I began to explore his puckered pleasure hole, delving my tongue deeper and swirling it around - the small skunk ground his rump into my face in order to extract the maximum benefit from my ministrations.

'How's he doing?' I heard the dragon asking.

'He's a born rimmer,' came the reply from above, as the pet continued to enjoy my services.

'Well it's getting darker, so we should be going home soon.'

'Awww, I want to play with him,' said the skunk.

'Pet! When I say it's time to go, then it's time to go.'

'Yes, Master.'

'I suppose there's a little time left before sunset. Probably enough to...'

The dragon's voice tailed off, and I could only imagine he was making gestures to his pet.

'Can we? Can we really?' squeaked an excited skunk.

Evidently the dragon nodded yes, for the little pet clambered off me, letting daylight flood back to my face.

'Onto all fours,' said the dragon, matter-of-factly.

I opened my eyes, blinked a couple of times, and stumbled up until I was on my hands and knees.

'Fore or aft?' asked the skunk.

The dragon scratched his white furry chin with a single, razored purple talon.

'Hmmm. You've been sucked, so you take the rear,' he replied, walking up to me.

'What?' I asked. 'What're you two doing? Hey!' Behind me, I could feel a couple of paws first working to undo my belt and trousers then pulling them back over my hips and down my thighs. I turned to look back.

'Eyes front!' barked the dragon, giving my leash a gentle jerk to pull my gaze forwards.

'Eyes down, slut,' he said. I looked at the ground.

'What are you two doing?' I asked, wanting to turn around and see the skunk, but fearing the dragon's wrath. Then, I felt the paws return to my rump and two furry digits slip inside the elastic waist-band of my boxer shorts. 'No!' I cried.

'Quiet, bitch boi,' said the dragon. 'Quiet, unless you want to be taken roughly?'

'N-No,' I said, my voice quavering. 'It's just that I've never -'

'Quiet!'

I fell silent, and waited nervously on my hands and knees, allowing the skunk to pull my boxer shorts down around my lower thighs, freeing my hard cock to spring forward below my chest; a sturdy erection, in futile search of its own pleasure, jutting forth from between my thighs. The sun was beginning to sink below the trees, and twilight was beginning to fall over the wood and spill into the clearing. Birds were fluttering back to their roosts, and falling silent. The lightest of breezes played into the open space, now and then licking my cock and balls with its cool caress. Before me, a slim but well-toned dragon was opening the zipper of his trousers and reaching inside. Behind me, a pair of furry paws were cupping my round and creamy rump. And all around the edge of the clearing, there were rustling noises, there was movement. I stole a quick glance to my right, and saw a family of feral rabbits; father, mother, and six youngsters. I turned my head a fraction and looked to the left; a huddle of wild stoats and weasels had gathered together.

'Are they all here?' I heard the dragon ask.

'Err.' The skunk behind me hesitated. Then, obviously working his way around the circle of creatures, he checked off a list of animals: 'Feral rabbits; mice... harvest, wood and dormice; moles and voles... bank, field and water; shrews... common, water and pygmy; squirrels... red and grey; hedgehogs; pair of badgers; some otters; deer... fallow, red, roe, muntjak; pine martens and polecats; stoats and weasels; and last but not least, foxes. All present.'

'Then let's roll,' said the dragon. 'Open up.' This last remark was addressed to me.

I raised my head and saw his waiting cock, its creamy pearl of pre-cum a testament to his anticipation.

'And you open him up, pet,' the dragon added. Behind me, black and white furry paws spread open my crack and applied a liberal dose of lube in and around my tail-hole.

'Ready?' asked the dragon.

'Almost,' replied the skunk, and I felt his probing cock slide up and down between my lubed butt-cheeks until it nestled comfortably and naturally over my tight virgin hole. 'Ready,' he said.

'Then let's go,' said the dragon, as master and pet both penetrated me in perfect unison.

I would have meeped as the skunk stole my virginity with a single, expert thrust but it's hard to make any real noise with the girth of a dragon-cock filling your muzzle. Faint and hushed conversations sprang up here and there between the feral members of our mammal audience; it was clearly an attraction which had happened before, drawing the woodland's wildlife to this small and isolated clearing to witness the strange mating rituals of the visiting furry creatures. Weasels and rats, foxes and rabbits, the entire mammalian food-chain was gathered around us for a brief moment of harmony and safe, shared entertainment.

The dragon cock, although large and spewing pre-cum, was a delight to suck; in fact, the pleasure was probably because it was large and spewing pre-cum. My hind quarters, however, were not used to accommodating cock of any size and it's fair to say that the pet skunk was not only very well endowed but also an expert at bucking his hips and shafting whatever hole was placed before him. The combination of double-entry was stunning; my mind so focused on pleasing the dragon, relishing the feel of his thick cock slipping into and out of my mouth while savouring the salty-warm taste of his pre-cum, that I didn't notice the pain of having my previously unsullied hole ravaged to within a hair's breadth of its life. Instead, if anything, the deep penetration and stimulation of my prostate, coupled with the blushing humiliation of being face- and butt-fucked in the open air, served only to increase my ecstasy. I was being well and truly used, abused and defiled; on all fours, in the open air, trousers around my knees, surrounded by an avid audience, having my mouth once again violated and my tail-hole truly deflowered. It was...

Sublime.

Truly, truly, sublime.

And, when I sensed the dragon tense his body and slow down his pummelling, at the same time as the skunk's own cock suddenly grew thicker and more rigid, I realised quite how strong the bond was between master and pet; how much their minds and bodies were in tune with each other. I realised that, and then...

And then I took my twin gifts, like the good and submissive creative that I was, that I still am; I hungrily swallowed every lashing of salty-warm dragon soda fired deep into my mouth, while eagerly accepting the wads of thick and creamy skunk-cum launched far into my tail-hole.

My mind, my entire being, was as if on another planet; it was both present, and absent, and everywhere, and nowhere, all at the same time; waves of pleasure surged through my body, from my muzzle to my rump and tail, ripples of bliss fanning out to my four furry paws; euphoria engulfed my mind and refused to be beaten back by any item so mundane as thought, and my whole corporeal body trembled with an intoxicating elation that I would not have previously believed possible.

I was one. I was all. I was boundless.

And I was also panting with exhaustion and exhilaration, my chest heaving, as dragon and skunk pulled themselves free. The ring of creatures lining the spectacle broke out into spontaneous chatter, and - if such a thing were possible - one might have even believed that they were clapping their paws in appreciation.

'You're... you're actually pretty good,' the dragon conceded.

'Not bad at all,' agreed the skunk, playfully swatting my exposed behind with a firm right paw.

'And you,' I said, pausing to take a few more breaths, 'You are both truly awesome.'

I lay down on the grass, rolled over to lie on my back, put my paws behind my head and stared up at the sky.

'Truly, truly awesome.'

I murrred.

The End.