FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Work's been killing me lately, haven't had much time to write. Looking forward to a vacation soon too, should have nothing but time then, here's hoping. Funny how this one got so long. Anyway, as always, enjoy.

Standard boiler plate: This is fantasy, not real. Simple rule of thumb, do not do things to people without their consent in real life. That is bad. No more to say there than that.

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In an otherwise quiet part of the castle tower, a red fox reclined in his seat and let out and loud, dramatic sigh.

"Are you done yet?"

The gray furred possum to which his question was directed looked over from behind the gray wolf statue she was cleaning and glared back through a squint, brushing her black hair away from her eyes.

"If you wanted me to finish so badly, you could always get off your ass and help out, Fred."

"You didn't help me on the last one, Fiona! I had to scrub a gallon of dried jizz off a ferret's back while you got a tongue bath from my chair!" he shot back, pointing down at Conrad. The kangaroo was 'standing' on his elbows and knees with the fox sitting on his back, using his bound tail as a makeshift seat belt.

"Don't exaggerate. And it wasn't a tongue bath, it was a rimjob. That's why the boss has been having us watch him, isn't it? If you're so bored and don't want to help, you can use him again. Just stop with the whining!" With that she went back to hosing off the wolf, using a device similar to a mix between a sponge and a squeegee to clean her fur, the water draining through a grate in the base of the pedestal.

Fred looked over at the kangaroo's tailhole, still gaping from a number of fuckings over the past several hours. It didn't seem like a good use of his time, Fred thought. Fucking him would be like trying to fuck a plastic bag at this point. Instead, he just tried to sit quietly and wait, alternating between tapping his black furred footpaws, swishing his bushy tail around, idly grooming his blonde headfur, drumming on his chair's tail, and getting into staring contests with the soaked, completely immobile, and confused wolf.

For a bit, he thought back to when their boss first approached them a few weeks back, after his first tour of R&D. It turned out the thing wanted to discuss with them was a promotion, of all things. There was a bit of an awkward moment, initially, when the weasel stated he wanted them to be his head cleaners, and they both started to fight each other to get access to the front of his robes. After leaping back in surprise he clarified that he wanted them to be heads of the cleaning workforce, with higher pay and some additional responsibilities, such as babysitting the kangaroo, coordinating the other cleaners, and taking care of any major jobs that should arise. The misunderstanding caused them all to laugh, though Milo did give the duo a bit of a concerned glance before thanking them and going on his way.

Snapping back to reality, he looked over at the ring gag in the kangaroo's mouth thinking a blowjob might be nice, barely hearing Fiona shout, "There, done!" before she kicked the base of the pedestal, causing a built in dryer fan to blow warm air at the startled wolf.

While brushing off her blue jumpsuit she walked back over toward Fred and his chair and threw the cleaning gear back onto a large cart. She placed her hands on her back, stretching out a bit while checking herself in a mirrored part of the cart.

The best way to describe her physique was fit. She was strong and had muscles, but not overly so, thin, but mostly overwhelmingly average, bordering on masculine, aside, of course, from her breasts. Oddly enough, aside from that, her coloration, thick pink tail, and species, she and her fox companion could have been twins.

Once her back cracked, she relaxed and checked a small clock on the cart. "Hm. I think we can get one more in before five. Let's..." She looked over and saw Fred had since opened up the front of his own jumpsuit, dismounted his chair, and mounted its mouth, furiously pounding away with his eyes closed and mouth hanging open. "...go... Fine, finish up quick, then we'll get moving, but we'll both have to do the last one if we want to finish before quitting time." The fox, only half aware of what she said, grunted in reply.

She started pulling the cart along the way to the last cleaning job of the day while Fred sped up his thrusting, trying to hurry along. Moaning out loud, he released one more reduced load before quickly dismounting, grabbing Conrad's leash, and sprinting to catch up to Fiona with an exhausted roo crawling behind him.

As he followed the curved hallway, he found Fiona staring at a completely bloated, cum inflated doe living statue. She gave a whistle of disbelief before addressing the approaching fox.

"Looks like the boss's boss was here. Ugh. This WOULD have to be the last job of the day, wouldn't it?" Fred snickered at her annoyance making her grumble in annoyance and toss him a small hand held vacuum. "Just get to work."

Catching the squeegee, Fred looked at the bloated deer's ass, rivulets of cum dripping from around the plug in her tailhole, then looked over at Conrad, whose mouth was perpetually held open by his gag. He had an idea of how he could speed things up a bit, running over to the roo and guiding him back over. A master key from his key ring was able to remove the doe's plug causing a small glut of cum to flow out. Before too much could escape, Fred forced Conrad's muzzle between her cheeks, pushing his pierced tongue into the wide gaping tailhole, only stopping when the gag was flush with her flesh.

Fiona watched this with a veiled appreciation for her partner's ingenuity, since she recalled at some point in the past few weeks the kangaroo was modified to have something of an infinite capacity to receive cum without any ill effect. She wasn't sure how it was done, exactly. All the weasel had said was something about his mind becoming quite malleable, but integrating him with their work like this would make it a whole lot easier to take care of the 'goat bombs' that showed up every here and again.

While Fred held the kangaroo in position, he gave Fiona a nod and she began to squeeze the bloated deer's midsection. A torrent of cum flooded out of her and into Conrad's mouth, forcing him to gulp it all down as fast as he could. Over the next few minutes, the deer started to shrink back down to less ridiculous proportions, while sure enough, the kangaroo appeared to suffer no visible ill effect despite swallowing gallons of ooze. Once the deer was once again presentable enough, Fred dropped Conrad's leash, letting him fall onto the ground, drooling out a small river of swallowed cum. Both he and Fiona then grabbed their cleaning tools from the cart, giving the deer a quick final hose down and scrubbing. As soon as they finished they kicked the auto-dryer on, and their small clock gave a loud ding, signaling the end of their shift.

Almost on cue, they turned to see a familiar robed weasel approaching them.

"So, looking forward to the weekend?"

Fred smiled back. "Oh, absolutely, boss." Fiona nodded in agreement.

"Any plans?"

Fiona stepped in to respond before Fred could. "No, sir. We'll probably just do some exploring tonight, then see where the day us takes tomorrow. You know, just relaxing and having some fun."

Fred ducked back in front of her. He manged to say, "We haven't been back to the marketplace for a while, I've been wanting to-" before Fiona shoved him aside and continued. "See what's new. But we do need to get paid first." After recovering his balance, he gave her a shove right back.

As their shoving descended into a small slap fight, Milo couldn't help but give a smile and a quiet laugh. He looked over at Conrad still lying on his side, gurgling. "Come along, Connie." A brief spark got him back onto all fours, rushing back to his side. Milo gave his two employees a nod and started to leave, suddenly stopping to look back at them. "Can I ask you something?"

Stalling the fight for a moment, Fred looked over. "Uh, sure, boss. Shoot."

"What do you think about what we're doing here? As in, do you think we're doing good? Or are we just torturing people who may have gotten a bad turn in life for our own enjoyment? Or do they deserve whatever we dish out because they chose to hurt others by their own decision? And for that matter, what do you think happens after they leave here? Wherever they go, are they better for what we've done? Does torture and punishment help? Or does it just make them act worse for their experiences here, perpetuating evil throughout all of existence for the sake of our own pleasure?"

The two cleaners completely stopped fighting, staring back at Milo with stunned, wide-eyed expressions.

"I guess I'm just asking if there really is honor in being a spider that only preys on other spiders, or if the act of preying is bad no matter what the situation may be."

After a few more moments of silence, Fred managed to stutter out a response. "I... uh... I think... well, the thing about... the... huh... I... I think that's way above my pay grade, to be honest." Fiona was still to stunned to respond, waiting for this all to pass.

"Heh. I suppose so. Thanks for listening, anyway. Had a lot of stuff like that on my mind, lately," he said, closing his eyes and giving another warm smile. "Well, have a good weekend, you two." With that he headed away with the kangaroo following close behind him.

Once he got out of earshot, Fred finally spoke up again.

"Da FUCK was that about?" he shouted, hands flying up in the air. Fiona had nothing to add, giving an awkward shrug. "I mean, just, just, what the fuck. I mean, that... that was weird right?"

"Oh, no. No, if I ever have a question about the ineffable nature of justice and morality in the universe vis-a-vis the complicated relationship between mortals and supposed gods throughout history, the first person I go to is the guy I pay to mop up spooge. Nothing weird about that at all."

"Oh. Well, okay then. Wish I coulda been-" Fred was cut off by Fiona slugging his arm.

"I was being sarcastic, of course it was weird you idiot! Whatever, let's get our pay and forget about whatever the heck that was." She pushed the cart into a nearby storage closet, and headed off to payroll.

"...you're the idiot..." grumbled the fox before following after her.

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A small nondescript office was filled with the repetitive sound of typing, occasionally interrupted by the sound of scribbling pen on paper. An even smaller white mouse was sitting at an extremely large desk rapidly typing up payroll reports, making handwritten notes here and there. The sound of knocking on the door momentarily startled him into stopping his work, causing him to look up as the door opened with Fred and Fiona fighting each other to get through. Gregor gave an annoyed sigh as they made their way up to his desk.

"So, how's my favorite couple doing today?"

Fiona completely forgot about Fred and snarled back at the mouse. "We. Aren't. A. Couple," she said through her teeth. Gregor leaned forward and placed his chin on his hand, completely unimpressed.

"Maybe if you two were ever more than a few feet from the other I might believe you."

Completely oblivious to this exchange, Fred cheerfully asked, "I'm good. How are you doing, donkey dick?"

A huge blush crept across Gregor's face as he tried to process what he just heard.

"Could you please not call me that, Fred? I'd really prefer you use my name."

"Why? You should be proud of that cannon you're packing."

Gregor cleared his throat and adjusted his tie before responding, "I am proud of my... endowment. I just don't feel the need to draw attention to it at every turn. So please, just call me Gregor, or Greg, alright?"

"Sure thing Dee-dee," he replied with a wink.

Gregor merely grumbled. "Just give me a minute to tally up your pay, then you can get out."

"Alrighty."

The annoyed mouse sifted through a few papers, then went back typing. Fiona sat down cross legged on the floor and closed her eyes while Fred wandered around the small office getting increasingly restless. Looking over at the desk in the center of the room, he began to wonder if it was always so big or if it was a new addition. It seemed different than it was before, maybe bigger, like maybe a lot bigger. Maybe that's why the office seemed smaller, now that he thought about it.

"Is this a new desk?"

Gregor looked up from his work. "Hm? Oh, it is, actually. Mr. Grieg gave it to me as a reward for doing a good job, doing payroll for the whole castle single-handed. Said something about getting the idea from the goat. He scooted his chair back a bit. "Check out underneath."

Kneeling down next to the mouse and taking a look underneath, Fred laughed when he saw a horse suspended under the top of the desk, arms and legs bent at the elbows and knees, and vacuum sealed in a seamless full body latex suit. Even his head, except for nostrils and a ring gagged mouth, was sealed inside. A few rings on the back of the suit had cables running to rails attached to either side of the inner desk, keeping him suspended off of the ground. To top it all off, Gregor's monster of a cock was stuffed through the ring gag, down the horse's throat. Even after moving his chair back to show this all to the impressed fox, he still managed to be riding the bound horse's mouth with his enormous mousehood.

"Fun little tidbit, do you remember the zebra from, well, each of our first jobs? This is that same fellow, not that you could really tell, granted. Mr. Grieg thought I'd appreciate the extra little gesture there, and he wasn't wrong." Giving a mischievous smile, Gregor reached forward and hit a button on a control pad and added, "This is the best part, though."

A quiet motor kicked on, moving the mounted rails holding up the zebra to slowly piston back and forth. This caused the suspended zebra to be moved back and forth as well, allowing Gregor to fuck his throat without even needing to move at all. The mouse closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a pleased hum.

"This is pretty much how I can stay here working as much as I can. Who would want to get up?"

The fox was dancing back and forth excitedly. "Is there any chance I might be able to-"

"No."

"But-"

"No. This is mine. Go get your own. They did just open a slave market at the market, go check that out." Gregor scooted back up to the desk, completely stuffing himself back down the zebra's gullet as he continued to be thrusted back and forth underneath.

Looking dejected, Fred tried giving the mouse a begging puppy dog look when Fiona stood back up with an annoyed expression. She walked over to the desk and gave it a slap, startling the both of them.

"If you two are finished with your little chat, can we please get our pay so we can get out of here?"

After an irritated glance, Gregor went back to finish typing while Fred groaned in disappointment. A few clicks later there was a dinging sound, followed by Gregor saying, "There, finished." He reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a small bag filled with coins, tossing it to Fiona with little fanfare. "You can run along now, if there's nothing else."

"Nope, that's all, thanks. Let's go Fred." Fiona made it a few step out the door before coming back to grab the fox's arm, dragging him out as he stared at the desk in disappointment. "See ya later, Greg."

The mouse gave a little wave before a grinning fox poked his head back in the doorway.

"Later, Dee-dee."

With another slight blush, Gregor went back to work, but not before taking a moment to appreciate the feel of the zebra's throat wrapped around his cock, pumping back and forth along its length. He loved his job.

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After a bit of further squabbling, Fiona and Fred came to an agreement as to how to spend the rest of their night. The thought of getting their own slave as the mouse suggested had piqued Fiona's interest, and while Fred agreed, a sudden hunger pang made him more concerned with getting something to eat first. Luckily, both of these needs could be handled by the market, so off they went.

An nearby elevator got them back to the ground floor, and from there they just needed to head through the throne room to the courtyard, and it was just a short walk to the market.

The throne room had changed quite a bit in the past few weeks. After realizing that a number of the damned were still able to derive pleasure from anal only stimulation, Milo decided to embed those ones in the walls up to their necks instead of allowing them the comparative freedom of being a living statue. A bounty was also instituted for anyone that reported one of the damned still being able to enjoy their situation, for this or for other similar uses. As a result, the throne room had the appearance of a hunting cabin, with a gagged head sticking out of the walls every few feet. Of course, in this case, the heads were at crotch level and still had the same slotted gags that could be unlocked by coins.

An additional chandelier had been added as well, this time featuring a quartet of bucks, hanging upside-down by their hooves from the top of a central vertical post which was hanging from the ceiling. All four had their arms bound behind their backs and anchored on the post, and also naturally had tight cages over their cocks keeping them from getting hard. A different colored buttplug was shoved up each deer's ass, while a large ballgag of a matching color stuffed in their mouths. The most notable part of the whole thing, however, was the latticework formed by the bound, interlocking antlers of all four deer and a string of small multicolored lights running through them.

While walking through, Fred was almost tempted to wander over to one of the heads, but was dragged along by Fiona, intent on reaching their destination. They made their way through the rest of the room and out into the bustling courtyard.

A crowd of people were gathered around a new fixture of some sort. This time Fiona joined Fred in his curiosity and they both headed over to see what the big deal was.

It appeared to be a large circular marble basin, at least 30 feet in diameter, with three different occupants, a panda, badger, and skunk, bound at equidistant points near the rim. The occupants in question were all skinny, male, though rather feminine, and even had an almost matching black and white coloration. All three were bound in a squatting position and perched on a small podium, facing the center of the basin. A large buttplug attached attached to the podiums kept the residents from moving at all. Their arms were bound behind their backs and attached to a support extended from the podium, keeping them leaning back slightly. A small molded plastic chastity cage in an upward curve had each of the cocks pointed at an upward angle, though the far more obvious quality of their genitals was the unreasonably massive pair of testicles dangling between their legs.

Thankfully, there was a cat handling out pamphlets for the inauguration of the... seems it's a fountain. Apparently the R&D folk managed to alter them so that they can be forced into an effectively infinite orgasm when properly stimulated. Fiona grinned, realizing the purpose of the plugs in the three of them. They'd supply shocks to their prostates, which combined with the modifications to their balls as well as the cages, would cause them to shoot geysers of cum constantly, forming the fountain in question, without ever being able to enjoy any of it.

A dachshund in a lab coat stood off to the side waiting while checking his watch. A moment later, he signaled over to a another lab coat wearing black lab, who flipped a switch and kicked it on. The gathered crowd let out a mix of 'oohs' and 'aahs' as the three furs each received shocks from their plugs, eyes rolling into the backs of their heads, letting out pained groans and beginning a solid, sloppy stream of cum in an arc over to the other side of the basin. The dachshund twisted a few knobs on a control panel until the streams thinned a bit, almost meeting in the center, just barely dodging each other by a hair's breadth.

Fiona gave an impressed whistle, while Fred, seeing the triple streams of cum, licked his lips, suddenly remembering how hungry he was. It was his turn to grab her arm, though he wasn't quite strong enough to budge the more stubborn possum.

"Come on Fiona! I'm interested in this as much as you are, but if we don't get something to eat soon I'm gonna have to start drinking from the fountain!"

Grinning in response, Fiona turned to look at her partner.

"I think I'd like to see that."

"Feeeeee!"

"Alright, fine. Try not to shatter any glass for cryin' out loud. Let's go."

With that, they headed to the market.

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The original plan for the market had been to be a classical medieval market, and it had started that way, but the small economy Milo developed rapidly expanded past the limits that would allow. Over a short time it progressed from a loose collection of small shops, to a building containing a number of more distinctly established stores, eventually becoming a sprawling mall, almost like something straight out of the 80's. Initially Milo had balked at the genre mash up that organically grew out of it, but nostalgia quickly won him over. Besides, having a castle with advanced technology peppered about already broke that rule, so why not have fun.

After marveling at how much the market changed in such a short time, Fiona and Fred made their way directly to the crowded food court, each stopping at a different food shop, waiting in line, ordering a meal and tossing a few gold coins over as payment. The simple food in the throne room's dining hall was all free, but more luxurious items were available for coins. They found a table and sat down to eat while doing a bit of people watching.

There were a few assorted utilitarian stores they could see, various luxuries, an art store, a generic furniture place, a few clothing stores, but by far the most common stores were selling sex toys, bondage gear, and other like items. In most of those cases, the items the stores sold were either available as rentals only, or would break down after a predetermined amount of time. Given the relatively infinite nature of time in hell, making purchasable luxuries permanent would only break the whole system in the long run once everyone had everything they wanted, so a bit of planned obsolescence would make sure no one could ever get complacent.

Taking a bite of her fancy sandwich, Fiona watched the crowd flow along and saw a chipmunk walk by pulling a wagon with a hogtied and gagged tiger on it. "That must be around where the slave store is," she figured, trying to look further down the massive row of stores. For his part, Fred was ravenously tearing through the whole ham hock he had purchased, flecks of meat flying through the air around him. Fiona was grateful that she didn't have to do the cleaning around here, watching the mess around him grow.

While they ate, a bitchsuited cat crawled up to the table on its elbows and knees, bumping into Fred's chair and startling him into choking on a chunk of meat. After hacking a few times, a quick slap on the back from Fiona launched the offending chunk of meat onto the ground. The cat, which in addition to the bitchsuit had a a ballgag, blinders, and a tight hood. There was also some sort of a tube and hose mounted at the top of the head leading to a backpack mounted on its back. As it approached the fox's mess on the ground, a loud noise signaled the device kicking on, and it began to vacuum up the stray scraps.

Fiona was fascinated by this, watching intently while enjoying the last bite of her sandwich. She had no idea how it was able to know what it was supposed to do, being blinded and all. The best she could figure, it must have been receiving instructions through the hood maybe. Either way, she was enamored by everything about him. Wait... She leaned under the desk for a closer look. Yup, tits, this was a she. The thick padding locking away her genitals made it hard to tell from the back. Fiona was enamored by everything about her, and she could tell that she must be a public use type thing, since her tailhole was plugged by the typical slotted buttplugs used for that purpose.

While gnawing on the stripped bone remaining of his own meal, Fred watched the mess disappear before saying to Fiona, "You think that slave store sells anything like this? Might be perfect for the apartment." Fiona looked surprised.

"That's not a bad idea, actually." Now Fred looked surprised.

"That's the first time you ever liked one of my ideas!"

"That's the first time one of your ideas wasn't stupid." Fred shot her an annoyed glance while she snickered to herself.

"Well, while I'm being honest, that idea with the kangaroo earlier was pretty smart too." Fred instantly went from annoyed to beaming. Realizing how nice she had just been, she changed the subject. "Well, I'm done anyway, so we can go if you're ready." She watched the cat finish cleaning up the remaining mess, turning around and crawling off, likely to vacuum something else.

"Yeah, show's over, let's go find the store." while standing up and throwing her plate in a nearby trashcan. Fred did the same and followed her out of the food court merging back into the constant flow of people and heading back to the main part of the mall.

They passed by a number of stores, dodging the crowd as they made their way, trying to figure out which one was the slave market for which they were searching. One place they passed appeared to be some sort of salon, though after seeing a bound squirrel on all fours getting shampooed by a large clydesdale, they realized it was more of a pet grooming salon. A large shark sat behind the main counter while reading a magazine, looking over and giving a slight wave when he noticed the pair of gawking observers passing by. The pair waved back and kept walking onward.

Eventually they reached a large, nondescript store that stood out a bit among all the others, having a flat black facade, completely lacking any sort of signs or advertisements describing what the store might sell. Well, except for the display above the doors consisting of a pair of rabbits forced in a sixty-nine, a ring gag in each of their mouths fused to the base of a cock cage on the other. Their limbs and bodies were tightly bound so that the two of them formed a perfect circle, acting as an elaborate logo for the store. Fiona had to admit she was impressed, while Fred simply licked his lips.

"This must be the place," said the possum before they passed under the squirming rabbits and through the front door.

The inside of the store was even more blank than the outside, and for that matter completely empty, to their surprise. They had figured a place like this would be jumping, but that didn't seem to be the case. As Fiona looked around a bit, trying to find someone working there, Fred noticed a small button with a nearby 'Press Me' sign. The fox wasn't one to ignore a command from a small plastic sign, so he pressed the button, startling the possum with a loud 'ding.'

A gray lizard wearing a fancy suit instantly appeared out of one of the back of the store.

"Ah, welcome! Good to see some new faces!" he said with a big smile. "My name is Edris, and what may I call my new friends.?"

"I'm Fiona, and my slow friend here is Fred." The fox reached out to shake hands before, a moment later giving an offended, "Hey!" which was flatly ignored. "I'm just guessing, but is this the store where one could buy their own personal slaves?"

"Indeed it is, Miss. What are you interested in today?"

"Do you have anything like one of the vacuum cleaners they have in the food court?"

"Oh, absolutely! That one's a new design, but I'd be more than happy to send you home with one tonight!"

"I like the enthusiasm, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. We need..."

Watching the negotiation go back and forth made Fred zone out. He was excited by the prospect of getting a new toy of their own, but the combination of boring conversation, bargaining, and the large amount of meat in his gut made it difficult to follow along. He was shocked back into focus when he noticed Fiona, off to the side, screaming at him.

"I SAID DO YOU HAVE A PREFERENCE FOR SPECIES!"

Fred blinked, thought about her question for a moment, then asked with a mischievous grin, "Got any mice?" The lizard looked back to the possum, who now wore a matching grin, and nodded back.

"We just got one in who finished the basic training just a few hours ago, let me bring him up for you, just a moment."

The lizard walked over to the wall, opening a control panel and punching some keys. The wall changed to show a window with an exhausted white mouse with dark red hair danging from a pair cuffs around his wrists. He was rather short, and between his legs was, well, the opposite of the monster Gregor was packing, almost comically small in fact. The terror of his situation probably wasn't helping things, all told. Well, it wasn't like it mattered since he'd be sealed away soon enough.

"I'm sure you noticed he's a bit lacking, but it won't effect his performance in your desired role. The bitchsuit, once worn is self maintaining and not removable, with a solid latex plate over the genitals keeping him locked away, additionally handling any biological needs. The same goes for a the plug in the rear, though that one is removable in case you want to have fun. The hood and ballgag set, aside from cutting his senses off from outside stimuli will provide instruction for his cleaning duties. You will have to remove the gag to feed him occasionally. Now, if all that sounds acceptable..." The pair enthusiastically nodded in unison. "Then perhaps we can negotiate a price?"

At the word 'negotiation,' Fred lost interest again and decided to let his smarter half handle the rest of the business, walking over to watch the dangling mouse. Aside from the chapstick and marbles he was packing, he was pretty cute. Having him around the apartment should be fun. The mouse disappeared when the wall suddenly faded back to black. He turned back to see Fiona and Edris shaking hands, having come to a deal.

"It was a pleasure doing business, Miss Fiona. Your new toy will be processed and delivered to you before you get home. Payments are due at the end of the week for as long as you keep him, and please, do enjoy the little extra gift I threw in, alright? Should be exactly what you needed." He ended his statement with a wink, handing her a bag, and earning a smile from Fiona and a confused look from Fred.

"Will do!" Looking back at the fox, she added, "I'll show you when we get back."

"Oh, okay then."

With one last wave they left the store and then the mall, and headed back home.

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True to the lizard's word, by the time they made it back to castle, through the lobby up to their apartment, the large gift box was waiting for them. The pair eagerly opened their door and worked together to drag the package inside.

Their apartment was surprisingly big, a nice treat that came with their promotion. Very open, nice modern style furniture and decor, multiple levels, it was overall quite lovely, if a tad unkempt. It seemed like there was an excellent view of the new fountain in the courtyard from their balcony, nearby the entryway. The two dogs in lab coats were still fiddling with controls, alternating between full streams and periodic spurts, something to make it a bit more artsy. The three black and white furs were squirming in agony from the constant orgasms, while Fiona grinned down, thinking about how much fun that'll be to kick back and watch.

Once getting the package to the bedroom, Fiona gave it a cursory inspection before grabbing one of the strands of the ribbon on top, pulling, and stepping back. The package fell apart to reveal the mouse from before, complete with bitchsuit and vacuum equipment attached. There even seemed do be a docking station, complete with different heads to mount on the tube for different cleaning jobs. They both took some time to inspect their purchase, impressed with the detail, and pleased to see the buttplug lacking a coin slot and locking mechanism like the public model had. There were clips where the vacuum pack and hose could be temporarily detached, and seeing this, the duo caught each other's eyes and grinned.

In an instant, the both of them dragged the helpless mouse to the bed, unmounted the extra gear, then stripped out of their matching jumpsuits. While Fred took care of working the large plug out of the exposed rear, Fiona reached into her bag to retrieve her gift. With a loud pop the plug came loose and the fox stood back up, his rod fully erect at 8 inches, eager to have some fun. He looked over at his counterpart, who had put on her gift, a horse cock strap-on that had to be at least 10 inches long, and even had a pair of fake molded balls underneath. His reaction was a mix of fascinated at the new development, and dejected at suddenly being the smaller one of the pair.

"Oh don't pout, just because I'm packing more than you downstairs now doesn't make you any less of a man. Everything else about you takes care of that."

With an offended huff, Fred grabbed the mouse. "Just for that I'm using him first."

"Oh, don't try that assertive act on me. I just got myself a dick for the first time, and I'm gonna use it."

"You're welcome to try."

What to an outside observer looked like a brawl about to break out, culminated in yet another pathetic slap fight, ending a few moments later when Fiona called a truce.

"How about this, we both go at the same time? From the size of that plug it should be doable."

Looking back over at the fully bound mouse, chest on the bed and ass in the air, tailhole still gaping, Fred decided that sounded like a fair compromise.

"Alright, that could be fun."

Fiona grabbed a container of lube out of the gift bag, and slathered it over her new toy before tossing the tube to Fred, who did the same to his fleshy equipment. They both knelt on the bed facing each other, hauling the mouse between them, facing the fox, back to the possum.

"Now that you're packing, make sure not to let our balls touch or means you're gay, Fiona," added the fox with a serious intonation despite a large, dopey smile. Fiona wanted to roll her eyes, but couldn't help but grin.

"Come on now, let's get down to business. I've always wanted to know what this is like." She grabbed the fox's cock and held it alongside her own while the fox lined them up to the mouse's tailhole and started to lower him down.

It turned out the compromise worked perfectly, since individually he would have been overly loose, but with both together he was snug, but not overly tight. Once both tips were inside Fiona started to help Fred push him down, sliding along until he was sitting just above the fox's knot. If the mouse was making any noise, they couldn't tell, that mask was definitely high quality. A low rumble of pleasure came from the fox, loving the warm embrace around his cock, while the possum moaned. She may not be able to feel what the cock feels, exactly, but the vibrator on the other side of her strap-on made up for it.

With a small grunt of effort, Fred started to thrust his cock in and out of the mouse. This was a bit new to Fiona, but she picked up on it quickly, doing her best to match what the fox was doing, taking an extra moment to check out the stretched tailhole around her fake shaft.

"Hnnn... feels... amazing... try to... match... my pace..." grunted Fred in between thrusts. Fiona was in a completely different world, but understood enough to start trying to match his thrusts. They quickly coordinated themselves, Fred pulling out when Fiona pushed in and vice-versa. The mouse twitched a bit but otherwise didn't seem to be reacting to all of this, not that it would be easy to tell if he did react. That training the lizard mentioned must have really worked wonders, they thought in their brief moments of coherence.

Suddenly, Fred switched to hard, deep thrusts, barely pulling out before slamming back in. From the past, Fiona knew that this meant her counterpart was getting ready to knot the mouse. Her strap-on didn't have a knot, so she did her best to maintain their original pace until a minute later, the fox finally got his knot past the mouse's rim. With another grunt, she pushed her tool in as far as she could get alongside the fox.

"Gonna.. Gonna blow soon Fred?"

"Mmmmm.... mmmhmmm," he responded while switching to furious, rapid, shallow thrusts, stretching the mouses' tailhole to its limit with every attempt at pulling his knot back out. Fiona was grinding rapidly on her side of the strap-on, trying as hard as possible to work the vibrator deeper in her pussy. The wonderful tightness and the rapid but stimulating thrusting of the strap-on quickly sent Fred completely over the edge, creaming deep in the mouse's tailhole. As if sensing her partner climaxing, Fiona reached her own finish, shuddering briefly before fully convulsing, then almost falling over on top of the fox and mouse. Luckily, Fred was able to guide them all to fall over onto their side, panting heavily, though the mouse still barely reacted apart from heavier breathing through his mask.

"Touched... my balls... gaywad..." said the heavily panting fox.

Fiona simply smiled, and added, "You're gay," while still breathing heavily.

"I'm knot deep in this guy's rear, you aren't wrong." Even in her exhausted state, the fox still got her to smile.

"So what now? If you think you can get loose we can hook his gear back up and try him out." The fox smirked back at her. "For his intended purpose, I mean."

After thinking for a moment, Fred let out a yawn. "I think that can wait till later. For now, I'm happy where I am."

She replied, "Me too," before yawning back. Damn things really are contagious. "Just try to remember to get up and brush your teeth. I'm sick of waking up with dragon breath in my face." By the time she opened her eyes again, the fox had completely passed out. She smiled one more time before joining him for a quick nap. They both nodded off still inside their new acquisition, dreaming of the new ways they'd soon get to use him.