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"Hey there big boy! I need someone who knows what they're doing! Why don't you come over here and show me a good time?" David glanced across the road to witness a young male bunny wave his furry rump at him. He was wearing fish net stockings that went all the way up. He was topless and was wearing denim short shorts. He wagged his bunny tail at David and smirked at him over his shoulder. David sniffed and walked by with his head held high. Stupid brat. Doesn't he know that someone like me can't be seen picking up a trick?

It was true after all. David was 45 years old, and being seen surfing the sidewalks for hoes would probably cause irreversible damage to his image and career. The old lion chuckled to himself as the bunny launched a stream of obscenities at his retreating form. If there's one thing the skanks in Las Vegas hated, it was being ignored. He had to admit though, that ass was pretty enticing. He could have sworn he saw a little pink underneath all that denim and dark brown fur. Guess it was a good thing that his business lunch had clouded his mind entirely.

The lion straightened his tie and walked over to the bus stop about a block away from that bunny. He was panting and sweat stuck to his face from the heat wave that had taken residence in Vegas. He grunted as he sat down, his old bones and muscles tired and overworked. He was heading down to BurGR to have lunch with his boss and his boss's boss to discuss a promotion that was long overdue. He nervously ran his large paw down his pant creases. He was wearing a cobalt blue suit; the same color as his eyes.

If he managed to get this promotion, then his life would change practically overnight. 6 digit income, 1 month payed vacation, and not to mention being surrounded by young boys. Just the thought off all the testosterone fueled men made his sheath swell. Luckily he was sitting at the back of the bus, so the odd bulge in his tight pants went unnoticed. David stretched his sore calves and biceps. Being a professional choreographer had taken so much from him, but had given him everything he could have ever dreamed of in return.

He had an amazing body. His muscles looked like they were chiseled from solid gold and his they would dance under his fur whenever he moved. With biceps 13 inches around, it wasn't uncommon for David to find himself with a young boy or girl grabbing onto the hard tissue and squeezing with all their might. This would normally happen whenever David would go out drinking at one of the more sequestered bars. The bars where the saying "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" was first created.

David smiled slyly as he remember all the amazing times he had had in those bars. It never ceased to amaze him how willing the boys were at those places. Every time his paw would leave his drink it seemed that an ass was magnetized to it. He remembered one time when there had been a young snow leopard who was extremely interested in David. Of course, that when David had been young and foolish, for the next morning he woke up naked, chained to a bed that smelled like urine, with his wallet and clothes gone. But that was Vegas for you.

20 minutes later, David arrived at the famous BurGR. It was supposed to have pretty good food, but he knew that good meant expensive. He rolled up his sleeves and mopped his forehead with the back of his paw. He had to wrap his tail around his leg to keep it from lashing out at the strangers walking by. He breathed a sigh of relief when he entered the fancy establishment. Thank God for air conditioning he said to himself. His tail swished side to side as he glanced around the restaurant looking for his boss.

He finally spotted the large tiger sitting with his back to him, and across a... David felt his heart flutter. He was looking at a fox, and not just any usual fox, this was an extremely young fox. David could tell just by his expression that this fox was all business, and if David had learned anything from the late nights with his interns, whenever someone is all business, they're normally so tight you could shove a lump a coal up their ass, and 2 days later a diamond would pop out. David licked his lips and waved animatedly over at his co-workers. The fox glanced up and pointed at David. The tiger turned and beckoned for David to join them.

David grinned and ran his claws through his golden mane while he walked over. His hard soled shoes squeaked as he hurriedly walked over to get a better look at the fox. He slid into the seat next to his boss and waited patiently for them to finish up their conversation. He took this time to absorb the fox's features. Bright red ears with cotton white hairs on the inside, long and meticulously cared for whiskers, steel gray eyes that gave a look as hard as the metal was. He was wearing a blue suit like David's, but a couple shades lighter. His claws were folded up professionally next to his drink.

A waiter came over and took David's drink order. After a few minutes of David surreptitiously glancing at the fox several more times, they finally ended their conversation. The tiger cleared his throat and said in a quiet voice, "Mr. Dubois, I'd like to introduce you to our company's most promising choreographer, David Letterman." The fox nearly dropped his drink when he heard my name. I chuckled and waved my paw, "Not the David Letterman, we just happen to share the same name." The fox cleared his throat and forced a smile. He offered his small paw over the tableware and said, "Nice to make your acquaintance, David." I grasped his silky paw and questioned, "Dubois? That name is fitting for a fox." I released his paw and waited for his response.

He raised an eyebrow and said in a light voice, "Indeed it is." He turned his attention to my boss who was busying himself with the menu. "Mr. Miller, would you care to join us in the discussion of David's job?" David was pretending to be examining the menu, and when he heard his name he flicked his eyes up at the blue fox. The tiger cleared his throat and set his menu down. A scent suddenly wafted up into David's nose. His tail flicked nervously and his heart began to beat as he looked back and forth between the two men. The tiger had a look on his face that reminded him of a doctor who was trying to tell a patient that he or she has cancer.

The look on the fox's face solved the puzzle. "You're firing me." It was not a question. David had his paws clenched in his lap, willing himself to not slip his claws out and ruin his nice new suit. "David," he flinched when he heard that soft voice say his name. He looked up and met the fox's eyes; a look of superiority and power poured out of them like light through a stained glass window. "David I wish we didn't have to do this, but you're just simply not what we are looking for in the terms of a dancer." David's claws ripped at the inside of his new loafers. He took a couple deep breaths and finally spoke, "What would I have to do to stay?" The fox smirked and said quickly, "It's not you, it's us. We simply cannot afford to insure someone of your age. If you were to get injured that could mean a serious blow to our company's security." David did a few breathing techniques and managed to calm himself down so that he wouldn't reach over the table and snap the fox's neck right then and there.

The tiger had scooted far away from David and was bright red. He was chewing his lip and looking everywhere but at David and Dubois. His striped tail was in his paws, being wrought out like wet laundry. All of a sudden, David stood up. He saw the fox flinch and the tiger scoot even farther away from him. They had good reason to. All of David's claws were unsheathed and light glinted off of them. David looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. When he exhaled, he slowly retracted his claws. He gave the fox an abhorrent look and growled, "You will regret this decision." The fox's ears quivered but remained erect. David knew that he would be on the fox's mind for a long time.

He turned on his heel and quickly walked out of the restaurant. He would unleash when he got home. The sun sent waves of heat onto him as he walked back towards the bus stop, only adding fuel to the flames. He shrugged his coat off and removed his tie, undoing the first few buttons on his shirt so that his chest mane fluffed out. He was quite a sight to behold. He looked like a God that had just gotten shot in the ass with a rubber bullet. Whoever he passed immediately got out of his way, and when he walked up behind a couple of otters, the noise they released when his shadow fell over them made him nearly laugh out loud.

His shoes clicked loudly on the pavement, his claws had completely broken through the soft barrier. He finally got to the bus stop and was relieved to see there was one waiting there. He climbed onto it and sat down in the back of the bus, away from all eyes. He stared down into his open palms for most of the bus ride. He gave a start when he felt something wet hit his palm. He blinked a couple more times and felt more drops hit him. He blinked a couple more times before laughing. Really? Am I really crying? How on Earth could that little shit make me cry?

He shut his eyes and held his muzzle in his paw for the rest of the ride home. He stepped off of the bus he saw that it was dusk. This is when my feral brethren began their hunting. He readjusted his coat and tie that was hanging over his shoulder and walked on. When he arrived at his front door he heard something that made him stop dead. A tinkling laugh filtered out from a house near his. His radar ears rotated around and around searching for the exact spot it came from. He turned around and glanced up and down the street. Only one house in his neighborhood had lights on, and it was the most expensive house there was.

He anxiously licked his lips and ran inside his house. He threw his tie and coat down onto his couch and began to undo his shirt while walking into his room. He grew impatient and just ripped the fabric from his body, sending buttons all over the place. He kicked his mutilated shoes off and dropped his pants. He went to his small closet and began rifling through the drawers searching for a wife-beater and sweats.

A few minutes later, David padded out of his house and was creeping across the street. With no street lights on, he was a ghost. He straddled the low fence running along the lighted house's perimeter, and tip-toed up to the large window facing the street. Dew covered grass slicked up his paws, making him feel like he was walking over ice. He felt his claws slid into the soft earth to give him better grip while he stalked his prey. He arrived at the window, ears down and his tail up high, and grinned when he saw who was sitting there.

_Jackpot._It was that bastard fox, Dubois. David's stomach churned and his lips raised as he recalled earlier events. Dubois was lounging on a leather sofa, staring at a flashing TV. He was wearing what looked like silk pajamas. David turned his attention to the window and glanced along the edges of it looking for a lock of some sort. His heart skipped a beat when he noticed a small bulge at the top of the window pane. It looked to be unlocked.

The TV flicked off, and David hit the deck. He was panting and his brow was layered in sweat from his stalking. He looked up and down the street one last time before slowly standing back up and looking back inside the house. A light caught his eyes, and he flicked them to the left side of his living room. He saw the tip of his bushy tail disappear out of view, and the stair's lick flick off.

He ran his paws around the edge of the window looking for any spots that would give him an adequate hold. He managed to pinch a spot on each side and gripped the small spots with a vice grip. He looked at the lock and smiled when he saw it wasn't active. He went into a squat position and slowly stood up, his powerful thighs and biceps flexing and straining in the dark as he slowly opened the window. He managed to lift a few inches so that he could stick his fingers under it and lift it the rest of the way. He was worried that the window would begin to make unsavory noises, so he only lifted it about 8 inches. He hoisted himself up and crawled through the tight opening.

He rolled into the living room and stood up. There were sealed boxes everywhere; it was like his living room was lined with mines. David got down on all fours and slowly began to make his way through the minefield. He managed to get up the stairs without any problem, but now was faced with the challenge of locating his prey. He lifted his nose and inhaled deeply, searching for the distinct fox musk. His eyes popped open and he felt a stirring in his loins. He was about to catch this fox with his pants down.

His ears flicked as he heard a rustling come from the room farthest from him. He grinned and his white teeth seemed to act as a flashlight while he made his way down the hall. When he arrived at the door, the smell and noises grew more prominent. David willed himself not to get hard; this fox would smell him from a mile away. Almost as though an angel was working with him, the door was also unlocked and didn't make a single noise when he opened it.

He didn't breath until he heard the rustling again. He took one long, slow, quiet breath and held it while he crawled into the room. Being an apex predator, taking his time while stalking his prey was bred into him, so the 5 minutes that it took him to enter was done subconsciously. David stood up once again, towering over the queen bed that had a mass in the middle moving every so often. With two flicks of his paw, he slammed the door closed and turned the light on.

The lump screamed and fell out of the bed. David smiled at the lump of blankets and grinned deviously when a tousled head finally appeared. The fox screamed and crawled toward a chest near the head of the bed. David had no idea what could be in there, so he quickly moved to subdue the fox, which wasn't all that difficult. The blanket was still entangled with Dubois' lower body, and when he tried to stand up all he managed to do was fall and hit his head. David laughed and stepped onto the blanket that was hindering the fox.

The fox whipped his head around, the whites of his eyes shown like an eclipsed moon. He was panting heavily and his fur was bushed up to make himself look bigger. David snorted and squatted down, pulling the blanket towards him. The fox yelped and kicked with all his might to free himself. As David brought the trapped fox closer to him, he began to unravel the fabric from the foxes body. He first unveiled his feet. Each one had a cluster of white dots placed randomly within the fur. His paws roamed up higher to his tight calves.

David's mouth was wide open, he was licking his lips with anticipation of what lie just above the fox's lithe thighs. He brought his paws up higher and finally landed on his prize. The fox's sheath hung limp and small, his sack was squished between his thighs as he was laying awkwardly. David helped him with that. He slid his powerful arms under the small frame and tossed him up onto the bed. He released his claws and cut away at the blanket covering Dubois' body. While cutting David grunted, "What's your name?" The fox was to scared to move or say anything with David's claws traveling just above his vital organs.

David sighed and yanked on the fox's ankles so that he was about 2 feet closer to him. He sheathed his claws, and ran them through the now tattered cloth, pushing the ribbons away from the fox's body. When the fox was completely exposed, David smiled approvingly. It appeared that the fox had enjoyed the little how do you do David had administered. The red tip peeked out from the dark brown fur around it. His cute balls sat underneath; fur as white as David's teeth.

David whistled and began to molest Dubois some more. The fox cringed and and whimpered as blood flushed to his privates. David made a small circle with his fingers and shoved the inflating cock in and out of it. The fox's eyes were half lidded and he was panting. He yelped and broke out of the trance when he felt David give his balls a painful grope. David growled, "I asked you what your name is!" The fox quivered with fear and stammered, "Peter! My-my name's Peter!"

David laughed loudly and continued to stroke the foxes growing length. "And this," he began with a smile, "must be Little Peter!" He laughed at his own joke and took his hand away from the foxes cock. The fox looked up at him petrified and kicked away from him so that he was bunched up against the wall. His leaking cock stuck up from under his legs and pre slowly dripped from it like a leaking faucet. His balls contrasted nicely with the brown and red.

David grinned at the lesser cock and began to undress. He removed his wife-beater and slipped out of his sweats; he wasn't wearing any underwear. The fox gasped and put a paw to his mouth when he saw how well endowed the lion was. His dick was beginning to emerge from the sexual tension crackling throughout the room. His balls hung low and plump, easily twice the size of the fox's own adorable ones.

The fox flinched when David took a step forward, "Please!" He cried out, "Please I'm not gay!" David kept a neutral expression on his face when he said, "Don't worry. After I'm done with you, you're gonna be." David lowered himself and put his paws on the bed and began to crawl towards his prey. The fox squealed and kicked out at David, which was the wrong thing to do.

He grabbed both of the fox's feet and pinned them down on the bed. He crawled up a little more, and put his knees on each wiggling appendage. The fox began to cry. David smirked and ran his paws through the soft fur on his his toned thighs. He scooted himself up a little more so that his head was now hanging over the fox's cock.

David tsked and said in a concerned voice, "Awww! It looks like you don't want to play! Well, I guess you're gonna need some encouragement." He leaned down and began to run his rough tongue over his sheath's opening. The fox grunted and thrust up into the lion's wet mouth, encouraging his tongue to explore all the cracks and crevices the fox had. Slowly but surely, the fox hood roused. David freed the fox's legs and pulled on his thighs to bring the fox cock as close as possible. When the meat had fully emerged, David turned his attention to the tight sack located directly below it.

He leaned back and stared long and hard at the fox's balls. Pure white, with two medium sized orbs begging for a chance to release their seed, this was too good of a chance for David to miss. He licked his lips and leaned down with his mouth wide open. The fox squealed and kicked a little bit, but was calmed when he felt David's tongue gently embrace his sack. He pulled both orbs into his mouth and lathered them up with saliva. His rough tongue acted as 100 nails, scritching and scratching the sensitive flesh, and causing the fox to scream out from the new and strange sensations.

When David felt something drip onto his forehead, he chuckled and spit the orbs out. The fox's hard on was at full mast standing an impressive 6 inches. His knot was a girthy one too. David's intuition told him it was 4 inches around and over an inch tall. David cocked his head and rolled his tongue out of his mouth, wrapping it tightly around the base of the leaking meat. Dubois whimpered as he felt the cat's tongue lightly scratch at the most sensitive area of his body. Then David's tongue ascended.

The fox nearly came right then and there; his mind lit up like the 4thof July. He inhaled a huge breath and arched his back as ecstasy pumped through his veins. David took his sweet time climbing the meat popsicle, and when he got to the top he removed himself from the cock completely and let him spray out his pre directly onto his face and open mouth. The fox's tears had turned from that of fear, into pure joy. He moaned and groaned while David's skilled paws played with his balls and spread his tight cheeks apart to poke and prod at the tight little hole that was holed up there.

David formed another O with his fingers and let the fox hump into his paw. Pre squirted from the cock like water from a busted hydrant, drenching his paw and adding dark streaks throughout his mane. David moved away from the leaky member and caught his breath. His own member was fully erect at 9 powerful inches. The fox had a look of horror on his face when he saw the spines on David's cock flex with each breath. David brought a large paw down and began to pump on his cock while smirking at the fox, lathering his paw up with the pre that had been running down his dick.

He got onto the bed, and crawled toward the fox on his hands and knees. The fox's member had shrunk down again, but was revitalized when David began to rapidly stoke it. The fox arched his back again and humped into the hot paw, which was now coated in a slick layer of lion pre as well as fox. The fox's eyes were glazed over and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. David pulled him down so that his face hovered a few inches over the fox's. He split his lips and leaned down into the fox. The fox put a paw on David's pectoral and attempted to push him away, but his strength failed him when David released a monstrous growl.

Fear pulsed in his veins while David gently kissed him. The fox's whole muzzle easily fit into the lion's mouth, but David was as gentle as a mother to her cub would be. The fox tasted like peppermint. Saliva ran down both of their chins as their gently kiss grew into a dirty french one. Soon the fox clung to David's hot body. His ruby red cock rubbed up against David's and the fox wrapped his legs around David and pulled him down onto him.

The fox cried out as he felt intense pressure on his sensitive member. David's weight has squished both of theirs together, and the result was the fox encircling both members with both his paws and rubbing them together. David grunted and shot out a few ropes of pre, aiding the fox's naughty endeavor. The fox's cheeks were bright red when David pulled away and stared down at his body. He was straddling the fox with his balls laying on top of his pulsating knot. David brought one hand up and shoved a finger into his mouth, slathering it with spit. He let the other one fall to his own balls and rub them into the canine's hard knot.

The fox grunted and moaned; he had never been touched like this before. He grasped his own member in one paw, and David's in the other and pumped them ferociously so that pre showered down onto his small body. David looked up and let out a loud moan, shooting a hefty rope right into the fox's open muzzle. The fox licked his lips and got a hungry look in his eyes. He wiggled out from under David, and moved himself around so that he was on his paws and knees right in front of David's large member.

He opened his small muzzle and ran his tongue around the base of his shaft. David gasped and fell down over the fox, pushing some of his meat into the inexperienced muzzle. David took a few deep breaths and rode through the fox's adequate blow job. The fox's tail was curled up over his back, and David decided that the least he could do was prepare the fox for losing his virginity. He stuck the same finger he had been sucking on earlier into his mouth and after a few seconds of lubricating, brought his paw down onto the fox's rear.

The fox tensed up and gagged on the meat in his mouth when he felt David's finger gently circle his small hole. The fox knew what the lion was thinking, and quickly gasped, "It won't fit! I can't stretch that wide!" David chuckled and slapped the fox's tender ass. He grunted, "Get back to work bitch. I'll go in dry if you don't." The fox made a noise and quickly thrust the spewing cock back into his mouth, shoving it as far down his throat as it would go. He put his weight on one paw and pulled at the lion's hefty sack, separating each ball and giving them an ample amount of attention. David ascended from the fox's tight asshole and stuck his finger back into his mouth, savoring the musky and sweaty taste coinciding with the inciting aroma of excited fox. He removed his finger from his mouth and went back to digging.

The fox was attempting to put his weight on his elbow so that he work the half of David's shaft that he couldn't fit into his mouth, while simultaneously playing with his large cub makers. The tangy taste of pre drove the canine wild, and only escalated his hunger for David's meat. He greedily assaulted the sensitive flesh with his tongue, teasing his base and activating his spines with each swipe. He felt David grunt and convulse when he would gag on his member. His throat would tighten around his member and act like an anaconda, pure muscle squeezing as hard as it possible could to get the reaction it desired. The fox screamed around the cock in his mouth when a sharp pain came from his rear. David had finally penetrated his orifice, and David was correct in his assumption about how tight he would be.

Even with his organic lubricant, penetrating the fox with his finger took immense time. It was like courting a feral horse, you couldn't be aggressive. Go too fast or get a little excited and it would snap closed and you chance would forever be lost. You had to take your time and let the it trust you, and with each lewd swipe of his finger that hole slowly began to open up like a budding flower. But unfortunately for the fox, David was growing impatient.

When David pulled out of his tight hole for the first time, he discovered that the fox was dead set on not letting him penetrate him again. So in order to get what he wanted, David had to improvise. He erected his back and looked down at the libidinous fox servicing him and grabbed him by his cheek scruff. The fox ignored the paws pinching his cheeks and just worked the cock in his mouth fervently. David grunted and pulled out of the fox. A flood of pre cum and saliva poured from the fox's mouth and drenched the bed as his mouth was uncorked. He looked up at David, eyes wide and licking his lips. David gave the fox a naughty grin and motioned with his fingers for him to turn around.

The fox's ears fell flat on his head, but he did as he was told. Soon his rump was lined up perfectly with David's beating cock and he was dripping pre onto the small of his back. Dubois' tail was thrust under his body; a pathetic attempt to protect his virginity. David growled and forcefully ripped his tail from him and thrust it over his side. He heard the fox whimper and cringe at his unfriendly handing and he nervously glanced over his shoulder to see what David was up to.

David looked into the fox's apprehensive eyes and gave him a pat on his rear. "Don't worry," David said while he adjusted his position, "It'll only hurt for a few minutes." The fox squealed when David's tip began to enter him. Four times the size of his finger, he was about to shove his remaining length into him when he heard a plea, "Please! Not yet!" The fox had tears in his eyes and his nose was running. "Please! I'm not ready! Please don't do this!"

David grunted and pulled his tip out. He smacked the quivering rear a few more times just to hear the cute noise the fox would make every time his hand made contact. He bent down and licked his lips as he eyed the small circle. His ball fluff traveled all the way up his taint and circled his hole, so it looked like a bullseye. He grinned and let his tongue fall from his mouth. The fox flinched forward when he felt hot air press against his rear, but thrust himself back into the hot mouth when he felt something large, wet, rough, and agile press up against his tight little hole.

Dubois threw his head back in euphoria as David began to stretch his hole. His rough buds pulled at the sensitive flesh, slowly but surely easing it open. David let one of his paws drop down to his own cock and gathered up the pre that was still dripping out of it. He pulled away from the fox's ass and applied what he managed to collect straight onto the hole. He laughed when he removed his finger from it, it was now winking at him trying to catch his attention.

He stuck his tongue back down onto it and now worked on tasting the inside of the fox. The fox groaned and moaned and kicked his legs from the sudden pleasure. He was panting and drooling like a deranged animal, and was jacking his own cock like crazy. David stopped when he heard a squeal come from the fox and looked between his legs. He was beginning to cum.

David slapped his ass one more time before turning himself upside down and sliding up under the fox. The tip of his cock was hovering above the lion's chin, spraying him with pre. David smacked Dubois' hand away from his nethers and opened his mouth for his treat that was about to be delivered. He wrapped his paw around the base of the fox's knot and began to jerk up and down. The fox moaned out as he experienced the best orgasm of his life.

"OH GOD DAVID! DON'T STOP PLEASE DON'T!" David laughed and yanked harder until he felt thicker and hotter streams paint his golden face white. This fox was so tightly wound David guessed he hadn't cum in a few weeks. His hole spread wide and at several cups burst forward like trapped water through a dam. David sucked as much of it as he could into his mouth, but soon his cheeks bulged and he was forced to swallow just to make room for more of the creamy milk.

The hot liquid ran down his throat and made his tongue tingle like he could feel the several billion sperm wiggle and writhe in him. David gathered up some of the cum on his paw and treated his own cock with the slick liquid. He humped into his paw and sprayed the fox's rear with his own preseminal fluid, and knew he hit the bullseye when he felt the fox lurch forward several times.

After what seemed like 10 minutes, the fox's orgasm finally began to settle down. Thin streams dribbled out of the cock, but it would still bounce up and down to the beat of his heart. The lion below it was now bright white. His entire mane was drenched in the love juice, and some it had even begun to pool in and around his ears. He still had a mouthful of the warm cum in his mouth when he slid out from under the fox. He turned right side up and looked down at the sated fox.

His rump was still in the air, his hole was now staying open and would only close partially every few seconds. His arms were tucked under him so that his paws lay just under his little balls. He had his eyes closed and tongue out while he caught his breath. David patted the furry butt and snickered. He gestured towards the puddled of cum that had collected under the fox and raised his eyebrows at him, silently questioning if he enjoyed it. The fox gave a tired smile and shook his rump for the lion. The lion raised his eyebrows and flicked his tail as he sighted in his prey for the last time. He leaned down and stuck his tongue out, forming a trough. He shoved it up against the fox's open hole and let the cum that he had been saving in his mouth rush forward to fill his insides.

The fox's toes curled at this peculiar sensation, but he was now ready to take David. David removed his tongue from the fox and felt his hole close on the tip of it. He yanked back and was sprayed in the face with some droplets of cum and spit. He grunted and hefted his large member up to its starting position. He tightly grabbed the fox's hips and ground his tip into the hole while grunting, "You ready for it?" The fox took a breath and was about to answer, when David began.

David launched himself into him and it felt like a pole was attempting to penetrate him. David was sliding in as slowly as he could, but the amount of heat and tightness from ass beckoned of him to go balls deep immediately. He ran his paws up and down the fox's sides attempting to soothe him during the first couple of minutes, because after that he knew that Dubois' tears and convulsions of pain and anguish would turn into pure euphoria and ecstasy.

David finally came to a stop when he felt his balls make contact with the fox's. He leaned over the fox and caressed his pecs and abs and when he dropped his hand lower he discovered him at half mast. He cupped his muzzle and turned it to face him and smiled in satisfaction. He had a strained look on his face but David could tell he was beginning to come around. Now David began to withdraw himself.

The fox grunted and his hole tightened to keep him. David chuckled and patted him on the rump again, running his fingers through the sweaty and sticky fur. He brought both of his thumbs on either side of the fox's plugged hole and spread them apart to help with the process. A loud SQUELCH accompanied the sound of a liquid dripping onto a surface emanated from the fox when David finally pulled his cock out. His red dick was slightly white and pulsating as pre mixed with the fox's cum dripped from it. Thanks to David's planning, the fox hadn't felt his spines on his first plunge, but the next time he would.

David smirked and smacked his cock up under the fox's white balls which had cum dripping from them in a most seductive way. Davids' mouth watered as he could only imagine how delicious those tasted based in what they had created. He would have to save those for later, when he added his own semen to the mixture. He repositioned himself and began the ritual again.

This went on for awhile. After the second time, David could hear the fox give out vulgar moans and groans whenever he entered and his tip would press into his prostate, and he would feel the fox shudder and tense up when he pulled out, his spines catching on his insides. The fox was constantly making noises when David upped the ante, and increased his speed. The fox was full to the brim of David's pre and his own cum, and each time David would pull out some of it squirted out onto David's cock and balls.

When David felt the tug in his loins signaling he was almost there, he leaned over the fox and grabbed onto the fox's hips with an iron grip. He pulled out all the way and slammed into him. The fox lurched forward and gasped as his sensitive nut was pulverized by the large organ. His own cock was completely out and spraying pre all over the place.

David sucked in a large breath when he felt his climax begin to surface. He lifted the fox up by his armpits and flipped him over so that he was now in missionary. He had a trail of spit going down both sides of his muzzle and his chest and belly fur were tainted with a variety of body fluids. David ripped himself out of the fox again and pulled him down so that his cock was now sticking out under his ass and his own was hovering over the slimy body. He grunted and ran his hand over his huge member a few times so that pre surged forth and landed all over the fox's neck and face.

He fox lapped at the fresh pre and moved his paws onto David's dick to take care of him. David let the fox play with him, and ran his paw through the the fox's slick fur, gathering up the sticky residue onto his paw. He scooted back so that the fox's paws fell to his side, and slicked up his dick with what he had gathered. The fox kicked himself up some so that David had easier access, and raised his paws up above his head so that his body was like an open book for David.

David grunted and slid back into the fox, starting off slowly but quickly picking up pace. The fox's body rocked to the beat, and his cock waved back in forth sending arches of pre all over the bed and his body. David spread his thighs and let his animal instincts take over. His balls would slap into the fox's sending bits of cum and pre upward. David wrapped his paws around the fox's midsection to hold him still while he jack-hammered into him.

David felt his orgasm build and finally boil over. He grit his teeth and let out a bone chilling roar. The fox covered his ears at the noise and the walls shook from the waves. A torrent of semen flooded into the fox like a tsunami. The fox squirmed from the sensation of being filled, but the heat he felt radiating throughout his body was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He gasped and moaned as he was filled with David's warm lion milk.

Some it it seeped out and ran onto their touching sacks. David brought his paw down and rubbed the juice into their skin; he could feel his balls jump with every shot of cum. The fox moaned and came a second time. Fresh white stripes soon adorned his body. David grasp the base of his cock and pointed it towards his mouth so he could get the taste of fresh fox spunk. The fox squealed like a little girl when David worked the base of his knot, and he sent the lion what he desired. David licked his lips in deep satisfaction and began to pull out of the fox.

His rear made an odd noise when he finally pulled out, and several cups of lion cum spilled out onto the bed. The lion rolled his shoulders and got up from the bed to admire his handiwork. The fox was lying on his back with his arms splayed out. His entire ass and groin was bright white thanks to the lion as well. His eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly.

David grinned and slipped into his sweat pants. His slimy member left a large wet spot on the front of them. He picked up his wife-beater and was about to leave him when he spoke up, "Wait!" said the fox in an exhausted voice. David flicked an ear but didn't turn. "Will I ever see you again?" David turned his head slightly so that only his bone-chilling smile could be seen, "Definitely."