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I want to apologies to everyone for the fact it took over two years to write even this. The drama I had over what I was writing kinda killed my interest in this story. I am working on the second half but I did not want to post a piece of shit writing. I know this is not what people where expecting but I am working on the second half of this.

I'll try to get up the interest to finish the second half of this story.

Tales of an Enslaved Foxytaur 3

Birth and Hooking

By s343 Guilty Spark

Triss laid on her side moaning out as she felt the dildo in her rear buzzing lightly. Her cock was fully erect and her balls nice and full with cum. She lay next to Jayen who was bound firmly beside her. Her arms above her head to a post, her fore legs bound together firmly, and her hind legs parted. One hanging in the air held up by a cuff and a chain and the other bound to the floor.

Jayen was in a full taur body leather harness. She was panting out as the straps helped to hold her mind in place that she was nothing more then a slave, and now a mock vixen. A large mirror was in place to allow a full view of her body. Video cameras all around the place helped record the various angles.

An hour ago Jayen's water broke, and with in 12 hours she would give birth, maybe in minutes. Jayen's mind had taken a major beating. To help further break Jayen's will, their master Whiteclaw had arranged for Jayen's Father and some of his other male family, like his brothers, uncles, and grandfather to show up and have several days of fun with her. This had nearly broken the last remaining resistances to her identity as a male, the only one was left was to give birth.

Triss leaned up to lick and kiss at her ears and slowly murring into her ears "Such a pretty vixen, so pretty." And she moaned out as her cock rested on Jayen's thigh. Triss' training was nearly completed. And in a month she would be on the annual slave show. Her training had involved all sorts of things. A lot of it was house work, cooking, cleaning, cub care, most of all sexual training. Her routine was intense, she did house work on a set routine. She had a set number of chores each day and a limited amount of time to complete them. Sexual training also of great importance, oral, anal, bondage, and above all catering to the pleasure of many, many different races. From other taurs, to anthros, to elves and humans. She didn't have any trouble with the other anthros, or taurs.

But she loathed being forced to serve humans and the elves. She wasn't a bigot, or speicesist: but she had never found either humans or elves in any way sexual stimulating period. This fact was not lost on her trainers; they use it to punish her when she seldom got rebellious. Forced to suck, and be fucked by humans was good encouragement for her to be good. Triss ear flicked when the door opens and a giggling sound was heard. A young foxtaur todd, came in padding with a very large and gravid belly followed by large male Foxtaur Guard who couldn't stop petting the young todd's pregnant belly, let alone stop starring with a lecherous gaze on the young todd, he had just been fucking.

The young todd was named Vick. He'd been picked up in the alley way of the slave bar watching through the windows and pawing off. A female wolftaur found him and seduced him back to the ranch two and a half years ago. He settled into his life nicely enjoying the pleasure of mating, being taken and finally getting pregnant. Like Jayen he was about ready to give birth. "Vick's water broke an hour ago and he's due." The guard said as he stared lustfully at the young male.

Triss nodded as Jayen gave a loud yip as she wiggled her hips, "Bathroom. Please untie me." She whined as Triss reached up to pet Jayen's ears and tried to calm her down, "When the contractions come push Jayen." she said softly. The Video set showed her anus had opened to the width of 6 inches as Jayen whined and cried. Tawna came in with towels and water from the bath room as the family sized den would allow them to care for the cubs for the first three months before they would be put in the nursery. Where all slaves could help care for them.

Jayen cried out, "I'm.... Not.... A Vixen!" in a long drawn out pant as Tawna pushed a button alerting the head master Whiteclaw to the birth of Jayen's kit. Triss watched the video as Jayen shook her head wide eyed, Her belly contracted as her insides shifted and squirmed as Jayen yipped loudly as her owner came in. Master Whiteclaw and his two sons. They chuckled as they watched Jayen give birth. Jayen's mind was under constant assault, what little remained of his male identity was fractured and shattered. His brain had been altered to be more female in growth, the female productive glands had been stimulated in his head, and now his primary instincts were female. And her mothering instincts had been getting stronger by the second now.

Jayen cried out as her eyes turned to the video screen as she gave one more push and a cry of despair and mental agony came out as the head of a small foxtaur cub came out of her anus. Tawna sang a song to help calm and sooth Jayen's tortured mind and soul as Triss reached up to hold her breasts and roll them around whispering into her hears to relax and push.

Jayens' eyes glazed over as another push came and soon the upper torso and arms came out and into the towel the young slave was covered in a semi white and clear film as Tawna starts to pull very softly to help the cub out of the anus of the shetod as she cried out tears streaming down her cheeks. Triss' cock was rock hard as tradition here indicated a new born slave's first meal was to be cum. Triss was to have the honor have the kit suckle her first meal from her cock. Her cock rubbing on Jayen's fur helped keep her fully erect.

Jayen closed her eyes as her mind began to withdraw as her eyes shot open as she gave a loud yip and with one final push out of her and with a great yip the cub was slowly and tenderly pulled out of Jayen's rear as her body slumped down as her wide eyed gaze stared at the Tv. She panted out and inhaled and exhaled deeply as Triss brought some water to Jayen's lips to drink as she swallowed the water. As Tawna cleaned the cub up quickly Jayen's mind had been blended, and finely diced. His male identity had just been destroyed.

Tawna had a skilled hand as she wiped the newborn cub clean and got it whining and breathing and soon the red fluffy fur was sticking up as the young cub was wrapped up in a towel to keep her warm. "Master Whiteclaw it's a shemale vixen." She said as a nod from the snow white wolftaur allowed Tawna to put the new born cub right at Triss' cock head. A small drop of sweet honey was put on the head of her cock and moments later Triss whined as she felt the mouth of the newborn kit pressed at her cock head. She gasped as the soft mouth opened and soon began to wrap around her cock tip like it was a teat and began sucking. Triss could feel the small tongue lap at the honey and Triss moaned out as her balls contracted and Tawna placed her hand on the bass of her cock and that was all it took for Triss to start releasing her seed. The paw on her cock squeezes as Triss gave a cute Yip as her Balls contracted and started to fire her seed into the kit's mouth.

Triss would have drowned the cub had not Tawna closed her cum slit at the base and allowed the cub to back up and slowly drool out of her cock to feed the cub. The little love licks from the cub was wonderful as the small tongue lapped into her cum slit eagerly to get the sweet and salty mixture from Triss. Triss curled her toes and held Jayen tightly as she whined in pleasure at having fed the cub his meal. She was so entrapped in her orgasm she failed to notice Jayen though she had tears in her eyes was begging to hold her cub. The former Tod's mind and will was totally destroyed now.

Finally after her orgasm abated, Triss blushes as she was given permission to untie Jayen's arms as Tawna brought the wrapped cub to her arms and then Jayen at once wrapped her arms around the bundled cub and brought her right to her nipple where the softly whining cub locked on for a short nursing before having his hunger sated.

The sight was not lost on their master. The lecherous, perverted wolftaur smiled as he and his son's had massive erections as Jayen's fate was sealed. Though she had been forced into a 5 year contract, at the end of that time she would be unable to think of leaving her master when the time was up and she would more then willingly sign a life long slave contract.

Vick whined out as he gasped out, "Master my contractions have come on." He said as he padded over to the other side of the bed as A large blood red foxtaur came in. He had the common colors of a foxtaur, but his red coat was a deep blood red. He was Kit, One of Master Whiteclaw's breeding studs. Kit had been born and bred on the ranch. In his prime he had large balls and a thick fat cock. He had been the sire of Vick's cub, It was tradition of sorts for the sire when they are known to be present for the birth.

Jayen had gotten pregnant from a gang bang and the father of her cub was more or less unknown. Vick yipped in a happier way as he saw the stud who'd got him pregnant for the second time, even as he felt the tingle of the contractions get a little more intense. He lay down carefully on the pre layed birthing bed for him, and though the same loops and bars for tying a taur up were present, only the one to hold the young pregnant tod's upper hindleg was used, to aid him in holding it up. Kit knew what to do for his part, being a stud he'd naturally been at many birthings. And he moved behind Vick, settling down and gently taking ahold of his smaller anthro half from behind, began to comfort the 'mother to be', all be it in a silent manor.

As Triss, Whiteclaw, his sons, even the guard looked on Tawna did her part as midwife. Setting out fresh towels within easy reach, and one spread out behind Vick's rear, ready to catch excess birthing fluids. Jayen was was too busy in her now loved role of female, breast feeding her first born to take much notice. The once he, now fully she in body and mind, tenderly licking between the little vixen's ears as she suckled. Vick yelped and gripped at Kit's strong hands with his own, leaning back to the large foxtaur for comfort as he felt his anal muscles relax and loosen to a point so very unnatural for a male... Similar to Jayen's, it was soon dilated to near five or six inches, and Tawna took hold of a fresh towel in her hands ready to gently catch the cub. She looked to Vick, giving the timeless words of many a midwife, "Push hard, it's starting to come now."

It was almost a total contrast with this birthing to the previous. Now the setting was somewhat more caring and considerate. The whole thing a 'game' for the young pregnant todd to settle him into the life he would lead at the ranch, and the others made life as fun and easy as appropriate for the new 'breeding stock'. Even the quiet stud, Kit, gave Vick's ears gentle licks while the contractions came thick and fast. Tawna was once again carefully taking the head of a new born, holding and gently pulling as she urged Vick to push harder. With a wet slop, Vick's second cub was born and being quickly cleaned up as a surrogate mother with large breasts entered.

With Vick having no breasts, the surrogate, a true female vixtaur would breast feed the new born after it's first meal. Which it was soon ready to take. Master Whiteclaw stepped forward, pondering letting one of his sons have the honour, or even himself. As Vick's overly stretched rectal and anal muscles slowly returned to a more natural state, a process that would take near 24 hours in total, he panted out, "Master! May Kit give my cub its feed...?" Secretly the now tired 13 year old just wanted to see his breeder's impressive shaft once more. Even after that he was somewhat horny.

Kit blinked a bit, showing a slightly surprised look which did soon fade. Vick and Kit both looking to Whiteclaw for the answer. Their Master lifted his muzzle a tad, showing a pose of complete control, and brief contemplation, before he nodded. "Since you have been good, Vick, I'll allow it. I know how much you like looking at cocks," he stated, a sly grin on his muzzle. Vick blushed at the comment and giggled, looking down he watched Kit use a forepaw to stroke his sheath a little, his shaft soon quite hard and leaking pre, ready for the cub as Tawnya gently settled it upon his inner thigh, moving the stud's tip to it's

little mewing maw. Kit just panted and looked up, enjoying the sensation of little gums working on his pointed tip, Tawnya ready to hold closed his urethra at the base like she had done with Triss.

Master Whiteclaw watched on, him and his sons enjoying the show with everyone else. He briefly looked to Tawnya, asking, "And it's sex?" The she wolf looked to Whiteclaw, smiling, "Shemale," she said. It made Whiteclaw grin, tail lashing, "Good..." he said, quite simply, looking back and watching as Kit's haunches tensed, Tawnya squeezed his urethra, holding back what would have been a dangerous explosion from the stud's tip, and fed the little shemale an impressive protein filled first meal, it taking more than twice as long as it did with Triss. Vick watched on, even playing with his own cock unashamedly, it took much of the discomfort of birthing away, and also helped his anal muscles contract to a normal size.

When it was time, Vick's cub was carefully passed to the surrogate vixtaur, who happily let her suckle upon her right teat till she was full. Tawnya went about cleaning up Vick's rear end with warm soapy water, making him giggle and squirm. She even gave his young cock a gentle squeeze, winking at him, almost motherly. Meanwhile one of Whiteclaw's sons padded up to Kit, and clipped a leash onto his collar, "Good boy," he chuckled, offering the stud what looked like a dog biscuit. It was something better tasting of course, and he carefully took the treat with his muzzle, like a dog would, and chewed it up quick. Both son's left, with the trailing one leading Kit out, the fox's tail swishing slowly.

Jayen was untied fully, and also cleaned properly, she was lead out, allowed to keep the cub, she made no effort to resist, and the chamber slowly emptied. Whiteclaw looking to Triss, holding his grin, "You'll get to enjoy birthing soon enough, little bitch..."

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