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"You're kidding, right?"

Trystram looked at the small box on the table of Room #6 of the Foxhole's upstairs private rooms. It was very familiar, if not exactly the same- same size, same dimensions, but with red paper and a gold bow. The big Clydesdale looked across the table to the scarlet furred fox seated on the other side- and the wide, wicked smile splitting his muzzle. Violet equine eyes met blue canine eyes, and for a long moment the only sounds were the dance music drifting up from the club's downstairs and the rhythmic but almost silent_smack_ of the fox's bushy tail hitting the table leg as he wagged. But there was no doubt about it: after two months, Jasen Devlin had finally figured out exactly how to get back at Tryst for The Jockstrap Incident.

"How did you even find the place?" Tryst asked with a shake of his mane and a whinnying sigh.

"I'm a fox" the reynard quipped. "We have our ways."

Which explained why his boyfriend had been so insistent that he come to the club on a Friday night, Tryst thought. As Manager, Jasen could work when he wanted- and with no shortage of staff on the weekends (where better to be than the best gay club in town? If that was your thing), Jasen usually ducked out early Friday nights, and took most of the weekend off. But with "revenge" on his mind, it made sense for them to be here.

"It doesn't work as well when I know it's coming," the big horse finally said as he reached over and began unwrapping the box.

"It doesn't work _as_well," Jasen agreed with a twitch of his nose. "But you don't know _exactly_what will happen."

"Oh I know," Tryst said with a nicker. "I'm going to take my clothes off, flex naked, then put on a jockstrap that will transform me into a different but still sexy me, and then we are going to have a romp on that bed right there." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder to the king sized four post bed behind him. Room 6 was a mockup of a bed and breakfast suite, complete with kitchenette, sitting area, and an old fashioned bed with curtains (for those that wanted the thrill of being naughty with the "risk" of being caught).

"That's still pretty broad," Jasen said with a patient smile that showed the horse he was on the right track. The fox swished his tail. "Lots of details left to be determined in there."

Tryst nickered again as he pulled the lid off the box. As expected, the package contained a jockstrap. A purple one, Tryst noted rather happily- he'd always liked that color for his undergarments. The hems and the glyph (which was a different one than the one he had gotten for Jasen) on the pouch where done in gold. Aside from the colors, it looked identical to Jasen's- narrow waist band with a tail notch and narrow leg straps the same color. Jasen's turned the fox into an absolute stud of a Belgian Draft horse- what would this one turn the big Clydesdale into? Tryst pulled the jock fully out of the box, and then noticed there was one other minor difference between this one and the one he'd gotten Jasen.

"This doesn't look horse sized," Tryst commented. "I thought you liked having a big burly stallion to take care of all your sexual needs?"

"Oh I do," Jasen replied with an emphatic nod. "Actually, it was one of your sexual needs that made me think of it."

"I was unaware that I had any needs that couldn't be fulfilled by my fox slash stud of a boy," Tryst said as he pulled his shirt up over his head.

"Well, maybe some that could be better," Jasen said, but his smile had slipped just a little.

Tryst got to work undressing. The big stallion knew that tone- it meant that the fox was having second thoughts. Jasen sometimes felt he had a little trouble letting go his responsible, can do side when coming to the bed room- where he liked (and tried) to be a total submissive; and he got nervous and unsure when he began to think he had gone too far outside a sub's role. Tryst didn't want that to happen. Whatever the fox had cooked up, they were going to see it through. The big stallion added his boxers to the pile on the table and stepped back.

As promised, Tryst took full advantage of his nudity to flex. He was, after all, huge in both height and muscle- even by the standards of Clydesdales. He flipped his light silver mane from side to side as he posed, showing off the silver tribal tattoos that began on his right check and ran down his right side to the socks that matched his mane just above his ebony hooves. The rest of his hide was black, save for the matching socks on his forepaws and a little patch of white between his massive pectorals. Even his long stallion cock was ebony as it began to slip free of his sheath. Tryst reached down and fondled his large black balls to tease his fox a little- Jasen did love to play with them after all.

The fox was smiling in appreciation. He had come around the table and now stood there, holding out the jockstrap for his stallion. He was big for a fox, but that meant his ears came up to Tryst's shoulders. He was dressed in his summer hosting attire- which was basically the classic Chippendale look. He wore no shirt, leaving his scarlet fur and cream belly on full display. While his chest was very nicely defined, he had flat abdominals- unlike the clear six pack Tryst sported. His only real attire was a white collar with black bowtie, white cuffs, and a black pair of briefs the Tryst knew sported a pair of snaps on the hips for quick removal. Those briefs were also tight enough that very little of the fox's nicely sized balls and sheath were left to the stallion's imagination: he could even see the conical shape at the top of Jasen's sheath that demonstrated that the fox was indeed enjoying the show. Well, that show was about to get interesting. Tryst took the jockstrap and stepped into it.

For a long moment, nothing happened. As expected, the jock was very tight- barely covering the stallion's balls and letting his half hard cock hang free. Jasen smiled at the tight purple fabric struggling to contain his boyfriend's junk. Tryst put his paws behind his head and thrust his crotch forward with a smile of his own. That was the instant that things began to happen.

The first sign was so subtle that the horse didn't notice it for a few moments- the tightness of the jockstrap on his balls eased. The pressure was still there, as a good jockstrap was supposed to, but it didn't feel too small anymore. Tryst frowned, then looked down, and his eyes went a little wide.

His balls and cock were getting smaller- not a massive amount, but quite a bit compared to his massive frame. Tryst whinnied quietly in disappointment before his mind caught up with the physical changes. It would be okay, he was probably going to get smaller as well. It would be okay, once the change was finished, they would be just fine. Besides, Jasen was a little bit of a size queen- there wasn't any way he'd give his boyfriend small equipment for... whatever he was turning into.

Sure enough, he felt a twinge in his muscular frame that felt like his muscles were contracting. Tryst looked down, and sure enough, the floor was looking a bit closer. Then he saw the first large change. His hooves had changed- in fact they were now gone, as were his sock markings... sort of. He was now looking at a set of canine paws, complete with glossy black claws. His hide hairs were already growing out, but the color had changed from almost white to a deep red that was even darker than Jasen's scarlet fur. Tryst groaned a little as his tail began to feel heavy. He looked behind him, noting as he did that his growing fur was taking on a similar style to Jasen's- but mostly black with red belly and legs, and saw that his tail had become a bushy curved tail like Jasen's.

He smiled at Jasen, then looked down to see his muzzle narrow and become more pointed; his muzzle had turned red as well, aside from two black slashes and a new black canine nose. Looking further down, he saw that he retrained his muscle definition- though covered in longer fur, he could still see his pecs and six pack. His eye settled on his crotch just in time to see his ebon shaft change into the pointed, more conical shape of a canine shaft. It remained black, and he could see that it was wider at the base where a knot would swell to let him lock inside Jasen. Tryst was pleased to see that his new tool was still proportional- reaching just past his navel, as his horse shaft had.

"Mmm. Sexy husky," a voice cut into his self-examination. Tryst looked up to find Jasen studying him with an approving eye, licking his lips as his eyes run up and down Tryst's new body.

"Husky?" Tryst asked. Jasen pointed to the mirror mounted on the door to the attached bathroom.

Sure enough, a husky was standing there. From this angle, he looked to be mostly dark red with black mostly on his back and running from around his ears to down his tail. His violet eyes remained, as did his tattoos. He smiled, showing his newly pointed canine teeth. He was still powerfully muscled, and while he was smaller than his horse frame, he was still a head taller and a bit broader than the fox that shared the mirror with him. The purple jockstrap fit nicely, covering his crotch completely save for the erect cock poking out of the pouch. Tryst could see the outline of his balls in the purple fabric, not massive- but nicely sized. His curled tail was wagging happily.

"Husky, huh?" Tryst asked as he turned to the fox.

"Well," the fox replied with a nervous smile. "I was just thinking about the times where we tried it with me as top, and you said you were just too big for me."

"I see. And you thought that if I was a bit smaller, I could feel the knot huh? But why a husky?"

"Well... I thought, maybe, I could domesticate you."

"Oh did you now?" Tryst asked with a wicked smile. He knew Jasen was making a joke to get him in the mood, but he played along. Without another word, he snatched Jasen off his paws and threw the fox over his shoulder and carried the fox over to the bed. Jasen yipped happily and pretend struggled before Tryst threw him on the bed. Jasen wagged and yipped as Tryst hooked a claw under his briefs and ripped them off, exposing his cream colored sac and erect ebon cock.

"Mmmm," Tryst whispered in the fox's ear as he leaned over him and stroked his cock. "This is a nice bone you have here. And you know what dogs do with bones they like?"

Jasen smiled, but said nothing as Tryst got off him and reached into the bag that Jasen had tossed at the foot of the bed when they had come in. A few seconds of searching turned up the bottle of lube. It was the work of another minute for the new husky to lube up the fingers of one paw and insert one (gently, with awareness of his smaller body proportions) and then a second finger into his tail hole. Tryst had to admit that without as much muscular cheek in the way, it was a bit easier to prepare himself- and his fingers did fill him up a bit more as he moved them around and made sure he was properly lubed up. Then he withdrew his fingers and added a bit more lube to his paw. He took hold of Jasen's shaft and began to stroke it as he gave the fox a wolfish smile.

"We bury them," he said with a grunt as he lifted himself up onto the bed and straddled the smaller canine. Without another word, he held Jasen's shaft upright and lowered himself onto the ebon cock.

Tryst groaned as Jasen's tip entered his tail hole with a pop that the new husky felt so much that he would have sworn he heard it. Jasen's moaned as well at the tighter feeling around his shaft. Tryst lowered himself down and adjust his knees at the fox's sides, then he began to ride his fox. As he began to bounce, he reached out and put a bracing paw deliberately on Jasen's wrist. It was part of the game- he was in charge here: all Jasen had to do was lay back and enjoy the feeling of husky riding him.

As he rode his fox, feeling Jasen's cock slide inside him, Tryst had to admit that Jasen might have been on to something with this husky thing. The fox shaft inside him was filling him nicely and the tip was prodding his prostate perfectly, casing a steady drip of pre to leak from his own tip and onto Jasen's cream belly. Tryst gasped in pleasure and surprise as Jasen's unpinned paw took a gentle hold of his of shaft, forming a ring that the husky's motions caused his shaft to slide through.

For another few minutes, the continued like that- Tryst bouncing on his knees, sliding up and down on Jasen's shaft while the fox stroked him. They only had to pause twice when Tryst went too high and Jasen slid out of him before Tryst felt the pressure of an orgasm beginning to build deep inside him.

"Getting close," he groaned.

Jasen didn't respond with anything more intelligible than a louder moan: but he didn't have to- as Tryst tried again to hilt the fox, he hit what felt like a wall. The fox's knot had swollen to its full size, a sign that Tryst had learned meant that Jasen was getting close. For about half a heartbeat, he wondered if he too would have a knot. But even as the thought formed in his mind, he felt a swelling in his shaft- not at his tip like he was used to from his shaft flaring- but at the base. He looked down his chest and between his legs to see that under Jasen's paw he had indeed formed a knot that bulged past the fox's paw. Briefly, he fantasized about locking that big knot into Jasen- but first there was some other knotting to be done.

Tryst dropped down to his knees, sending his rear down to Jasen's crotch. For half a moment, the new husky's tail hole resisted the fox's knot, then with a pop that took Tryst's breath away it slid in. And with that, Tryst understood what guys so loved about canine tops- being knotted was an incredible experience: Tryst was panting as the pressure inside him pushed him faster to orgasm than normal. He lifted his knees to continue riding, but his knees gave out with the overload of pleasure. Jasen, who had dated or performed with more than his share of canines, was ready for that and began to buck his hips to keep working Tryst's insides. Tryst moaned loudly, a sound that turned into a brief howl as the pressure released as an explosion of pleasure and a spray of seed from his shaft. With his tongue hanging out, Tryst looked down to see Jasen-his chest and muzzle coated with his seed (and another spurt added to the mess as the husky watched) - close his eyes and moan as he twitched with an orgasm. With all the stimulation to his insides, Tryst almost missed feeling of fox seed filling him.

Jasen had just opened his eyes when Tryst finally collapsed on him and started to lick the mess off his face. The fox giggled and began to lick back. After a minute or so, Tryst seemed satisfied and pulled Jasen into a hug before rolling onto his back. The fox, his knot still swollen inside his boyfriend, rolled as well, and came to lie on the big husky's muscular torso. Tryst sighed contentedly, after which the only sound was the pat pat of Jasen's wagging tail hitting the bed.

"So, I guess we stay like this for a while?" he asked finally.

"For a bit," the fox replied as he nuzzled Tryst's chest.

"Good," the husky said as he wrapped his arms around his fox and nuzzled his ears.

Doch, owner of the Foxhole, passed by Room 6 a few minutes later. He paused a moment when he saw one of the Foxhole's custom door cards hanging from the knob. "We're Knot In" it read. With a chuckle, the dalsky continued on his way.