FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

“You’re going to regret this! You and your sorcerer master! The resistance will continue without me! The Kingdom of Stonly will be free again!” Dower said, his puffy fox tail thrashing as the two guards escorted him through the prison. Although Dower was muscular and slightly taller than other foxmen, the two guards dwarfed the rebel. They wore uniforms made of a material Dower hadn’t seen before, in a time where most wore linen and wool, the tight and shiny purple outfits appeared alien. The material covered everything but their handpaws, footpaws, and face. However, the tight fitting clothing didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Their uniforms didn't give the impression of a prison guard. In fact, since he arrived the day prior, he noticed that the place wasn’t much of a prison at all. Sure, there were heavy locks on the doors and bars on the windows, but the beds were padded and the cells were spotless. The food even tasted good, far better than he ate most nights on a rebel’s diet.

The comfortable lodgings did not change the fact that he had been captured by the very person he was rebelling against, the sorcerer turned king: Zuel, who had nearly completed his conquest of the kingdom of Stonly.

Dower had been captured going through a checkpoint between towns. Zuel’s minions didn’t bother asking him any questions, they just uttered one word, “sleep” and his eyes fluttered closed. When he awoke, he was in a horse drawn cage on his way to Zuel’s palace.

His mind kept returning to how they could have caught him. He had been so careful, creating false documents, fabricating alibis, even masking his scent when necessary. More importantly, how had the sorcerer’s minions captured him so easily that he couldn’t even put up a fight? He had heard stories about Zuel's magic but never one of his minions using it.

As Dower walked, he raised his paw to his head and rubbed. Ever since he got here his head started to hurt, and his usually sharp thoughts became foggy. Could it be Zuel’s power? His mere presence having this effect on those around him? He knew Zuel was here from the monsters prowling in and around the castle. They ranged in shape and size. What they all had in common was the dark, almost black, purple swirling goo that sloshed with every step they took. They were made of so much of the stuff that occasionally some would drip off of them in thick plopping strands. All of them were eyeless but seemed to navigate just fine without them.

Something that they also had in common was that they were all male, made obvious by their nude forms and their drooling oversized members. They were shameless, never covering themselves, sometimes even idly stroking or thrusting into the air. The monsters were titled the “Molded” by the rebels for their dripping malleable bodies. The word “Molded” sent shivers down Dower’s spine and a shifting in his trousers. Even now as he was being escorted to gods knew where, just the thought of one of them made a bulge form in his undergarments. He tried to hide it from his captors but the smug smirks on their faces, they had noticed.

The guards took him up and through a large set of doors. Although the lighting was dim, he could see marble floors and pillars within. Based on the echoes, the room was quite large as well.

“Go on.” One of the guards ordered and without any other option, Dower stepped through the doorway and into the darkness.

For a moment there was nothing, then light filled the chamber from everywhere and nowhere. With the light, it was easy to tell the chamber was the throne room. Grand marble lined the floors, walls and pillars. A red carpet created a path from the doorway to a throne at the far end of the room. The throne itself was a combination of gold and chrome. The structure of the throne was far bigger than any person, but the part that was actually meant to be sat on was about normal size.

Sitting on that throne and leaning an arm on one of the rests, was a dogman; specifically, a rottweiler. The rottweiler looked down at Dower with a huge grin on his snout. Each tooth on that grin was spotless, and gleaming white. He wore jewelry on his ears, wrists, and fingers. His brown and black fur was well groomed which Dower could see because the only clothing he wore besides the jewelry was a loincloth. However, his loincloth was made from fine semi-translucent silks that left nothing to the imagination. Through the fabric, Dower could see the outline of the rottweiler’s sheath, plump and full, and his balls, round and fuller.

Dower tried not to look but found he couldn’t pull his eyes away, getting quite hot under the collar as well. The rottweiler didn’t seem to mind the stares, that grin of his growing into a pointed smirk.

“Welcome Dower. Or should I say, "Welcome back?” Zuel said. It took Dower a moment to process Zuel’s words from shere confusion. Dower had never been to this twisted palace before, he was sure of it. And yet… it did seem familiar.

Dower tried to shrug it off, recomposing himself to say, “Is this all a game to you? If so, it'll be your downfall. The other rebels and I take this deadly seriously.”

“Of course it’s a game. Accomplishing goals becomes much easier when they are broken down into games. But I’ll have you know that by having you here I hope to avoid the “deadly” part of all this all.”

“I won’t hear any of your lies, sorcerer. I hope for your sake that your magic is powerful because I will not give you a word of information about my comrades.”

Zuel laughed. “Those very words are proof of my power. Don’t worry. You’ll understand soon enough. Until then, why don’t you make yourself comfortable? How about wine? No, no. Mead is your favorite.” Mead was Dower's favorite, but how did Zuel know that? Was Zuel able to read his mind?

“I can, but that isn’t how I know.” Zuel said. Dower was too stunned to respond and Zuel was the next to speak, raising his voice as if to speak to someone far away. “Xero, bring me two goblets and some of our best mead.” His voice boomed through the hall and the rest of the castle as if coming from the walls themselves.

“You can read my mind?” Dower stammered.

“I can read the minds of many, particularly the minds of my servants. But don’t worry, I haven’t been listening too much. It’s more fun if I don’t.”

“Enough of your games tyrant! Either pull what you need from my mind or let me go!”

“You’re so adorable when you get impatient. Just wait a moment.” Zuel said.

A few moments later, the doors behind Dower swung open. Dower turned to look and saw one of the Molded walking into the throne room. It was made entirely from a gooey dark purple material. While the monster was one solid shape, the material appeared to shift like living tar. It stood at least 7 feet tall and was in the shape of a crocodile-man. It stood on two large reptilian feet below sturdy thighs, had a huge round gut, and broad pecs. His snout was protracted, like a crocodile's. He was also naked, his humanoid cock swaying back and forth like a pendulum as it approached the throne.

Dower stared at the monster as it passed him, the beast not giving the fox a glance. It was far too focused on the Zuel to notice Dower; a dopey grin forming on its… no, his face as he approached the lounging rottweiler. Before the creature finished passing in front of Dower, he also saw the Molded’s cock growing hard at the sight of the sorcerer. After it passed Dower, he saw how its wide tail dragged across the marble floor, leaving a trail of the material it was made of.

When the Molded reached the throne he gave Zuel a bow but Zuel waved a paw at him. This seemed to allow the monster named Xero to waive the formalities needed in approaching its master.

"I'll take those." Zuel said, taking the flask and goblets from Xero and placing them on the armrests of his throne. Zuel looked down at Xero's crotch and the smirk appeared on his muzzle again. "Thank you Xero, as much as I'd like for you to stay, I need some alone time with our guest here. But we can play later. Okay big guy?"

"Okay." The monster said in a deep gurgling voice.

“But first I'll leave you with a little something.” Then Zule raised his head up and the Molded lowered its head where the two met. Zuel pushed his tongue into Xero’s mouth, wrestling the crocodile’s much larger one. Dower yelped and blushed when he noticed Zuel reach a paw between the Molded's legs and wrap it around the croc's cock. Zuel slowly stroked as he made out with his servant. With each stroke of the rottweiler’s hand, the croc's body seemed to relax, not just in posture, but also the very substance it was made up of seemed to liquefy but still maintain its shape.

The next few moments felt like hours, but finally Zuel broke off the kiss with the Molded, a thick rope of the gooey material hanging between his muzzle and the Molded’s snout. “Now I really must attend our little rebel here. Go back to what you were doing Xero.” Zuel said.

“Yes master.” Xero said and turned around to make his way out of the chamber. When he turned, he saw that Xero’s cock was now fully hard, bouncing against his belly with each step he took.

Zuel poured the mead into the two cups as Xero departed, the heavy double doors closing behind him. “I think you’ll love this stuff. It’s from my personal collection. Here, try it.” The rottweiler stood up from the throne, and took up the two goblets. He walked towards Dower and the fox took a couple of steps back as the sorcerer approached, uncertain of what to expect. “Aw, don’t worry. I won’t bite. Unless you ask me to.” Zuel said with a wink. Then he extended one of his paws holding the glass.

Dower stared at it for a moment and then took the goblet from him. Zuel returned to his throne and then took a large sip of the alcohol. Dower sniffed the liquid, his mouth feeling dry as the sweet doughy smell filled his nose. It certainly smelled like mead, and good stuff at that. Still, he couldn’t trust anything from this sorcerer who had claimed ownership of his homeland.

Zuel finished another large sip from his goblet. He frowned when he noticed that Dower hadn’t taken a sip from the mug. “What? I haven’t drugged it. I poured from the same bottle as my own and you can see I haven’t tampered with it. Besides, you’ve already eaten my food and drank my water when you were in the holding cell. Why would I drug you now? Go on, I want to hear what you think of it.”

“Damn you sorcerer.” Dower muttered. He knew he was being toyed with and knew he should hate it. A part of him did hate it, but it was thin, like a veil thrown over what he was really feeling. He raised the goblet and took a cautious sip of the mead. He took one sip, then another, and then he drank the whole goblet! It was the best damn mead he had ever tasted; it was floral, refreshing, golden, and nostalgic.

“I see you enjoyed it!” Zuel said with a short laugh. “Worry not, there will be plenty more once we have finished our business.”

“I have no business with you. I’ve told you already that I will not willingly give up information on my comrades.”

“Of course not, and I wouldn’t expect you to. But what if I asked you a more general question? Something like, why are the rebels opposing me in the first place?”

“Why? Because one day you show up and declare you own the kingdom! Because we’re not pawns in your game. You’re changing everything about our way of life!”

“I do not wish to own the kingdom, I hope to free it and then lead it.” Zuel said. “Everyone who serves me does so willingly. All I ask of the people of the kingdom is to work with me.”

“You waged war to gain control of the kingdom!” Dower said.

“No, it was the king and the nobility that sent their armies at me after I explained my intentions to them. Even after I showed them my capabilities, they sent innocent men and women to try and kill me. I used my magic and my followers to fight back. I spared and treated as many of the survivors as I could.”

“Even after you took control from the kingdom, you cracked down on those that opposed you.”

“Only those who were violent. And do you know who provides the violent ones with funding and weapons?”

Dower hesitated and said. “Nobles. They still do even after you cast them from the kingdom.”

“That’s right. Those who would have the most to gain from casting me out. But they don’t truly believe you can succeed. They only support you because there is a chance that you could. They don’t care if you throw your lives away… You must have known this already.”

And so he did. He had known it even before joining the rebellion. So why had he joined? He knew there was a purpose, but he could not recall the reason. Then the realization hit Dower, a sinking feeling growing in his stomach.

“You’ve done this already. You brought me here before and hypnotized me into being your spy. Then you sent me back to the others. Now you’ve brought me back here to find out what information I've gathered."

Zuel's gleaming white teeth were on display again as Dower spoke, but when he finished, the rottweiler broke out into booming laughter. “Very good! You’re so close that I just have to give you credit. You always were the smartest of the bunch. That’s why I sent you and not anyone else. Now I think you’re ready. I want you to remember, but let it come back slowly so you’re not overwhelmed."

At that word… “remember” washed over his mind like a wave, drowning out concern that no longer felt important. No memories returned at first. Instead, there was a growing sense of familiarity with these surroundings and with Zuel himself. He felt a weight being lifted off of his mind, all of the anxiety and stress disappearing all at once. Doors opened in his mind as memories came crawled back, almost all of them involving Zuel. Outrage towards the sorcerer melted into warm affection. Resistance collapsed into loyalty.

He found that once he started thinking about Zuel, he would be fixated on the sorcerer. The rottweiler’s soft short fur, his misty blue eyes that were rimmed with gold around his irises, and most importantly, the bulge beneath the sorcerer’s silk loincloth.

Now his eyes lingered on Zuel's package without hesitation, no sense of shame or embarrassment looking at that most precious place. As he stared he realized that the fabric was not in fact transparent. What he had seen earlier had been a memory, a sight that he saw often in his previous life. In the life that was now returning to him. But now he wanted to see that sight again with his own eyes.

It was frightening how quickly the spell unraveled from his mind, sending emotions and thoughts in hundreds of directions as they came cascading back to him. In that whirlwind, a single word swelled up from his throat and escaped his lips without his awareness, “Master!”

At that word of recognition, the rottweiler beckoned him with a curled finger and the fox’s legs moved on their own. When he was a few steps away from the throne, Zuel stopped him with a quick “Ah-ah.”

Dower stared at Zuel expectantly and watched as the sorcerer raised his bare footpaw, showing off the plump black padding. The fox sank down to his knees and took Zuel’s paw in his hands, holding it as if the paw were a priceless artifact. Dower leaned his face in closer and licked Zuel's paw with a long drag of his tongue. He could see the digits of Zuel's paw curl as he licked, making Dower's fluffy tail wag behind him.

"As I said, welcome back Dower. Are the memories coming back to you now?"

"Mhmmmm." Dower replied while his mouth was full of one of the paw’s digits. Zuel leaned down and rubbed Dower between the ears, earning another wag of the fox’s tail.

“Good boy.”

The sorcerer enjoyed the worshiping of his paws for several minutes before leaning down and pulling Dower up. The fox’s muzzle was covered in drool that dripped off of his chin but neither Dower nor Zuel seemed to mind. He then pulled the fox onto his lap, the normal sized fox fitting comfortably on the oversized dogman’s lap. Then he turned Dower on his back so he was lounging across Zuel’s lap with his belly up and facing the sorcerer. Dower could feel Zuel’s hard cock throb heavily and poke against his back and found he didn’t mind in the slightest.

A contented grin developed on Dower’s face as he stared up at Zuel, a golden glow forming around the canine’s head as the two locked eyes. It was a smile that was filled with safety and trust. One shared between deep companions or lovers. Although the throne room was cool, both were warm in the other’s company. While Dower grinned, so too did Zuel. It wasn’t the tooth filled smirk it had been earlier, but a smile much the same to the one Dower wore now.

As they stared at one another, Zuel slipped a hand under Dower’s shirt, brushing his fingers through the amber fur on Dower’s belly. Dower let out a deep breath, relaxing more than he had in months. Each inch of fur Zuel’s fingers touched felt as though it had received a massage infused with juniper berries.

“Now, tell me what it is that you remember.”

“I was once a fire elemental, a being with a mind but without physical form. For hundreds of years I jumped from sources of fire, growing in power but never gaining what I desired.”

“And what was it that you desired?” Zuel asked, still slowly rubbing Dower’s belly.

“I could always manipulate the physical world but I wanted to interact with it. But most of all, I wanted companionship. Two elementals cannot remain in contact with one another for long without causing a disaster. I had resigned myself to my life until a sorcerer happened upon me. One powerful enough to channel elementals. One powerful enough to commune with them. When we spoke you offered to give me a physical form. One that would allow me to touch and feel. You… didn’t even ask for anything in return. It hadn’t been the first time you had done it either, at the time you had done it for two other elementals. The form was not quite normal, it was malleable and large, the shape of the Molded. But without some of the more exciting bits…” As Dower said this, Zuel reached down and gave Dower’s crotch a teasing rub, making Dower chuckle and squirm. However, Zuel’s hand returned back to Dower’s belly.

“I, like the others, asked for you to be my guide to this new world and again you accepted as you did for the others. We followed your travels around the world, sometimes you aided us, others we added you. We grew closer and as your power and ambitions grew, we chose to serve you in… several ways.”

“From elemental to Molded… But that doesn’t explain how you ended up as a cute fox.”

“After you freed this kingdom from the king, rebel groups began to muster. You feared that they would cause more loss of life if not properly handled. So you needed someone you trusted to infiltrate them and relay their plans so you could break them up with as little harm to them as possible, if at all. Of the many servants you have now, there is none you trust more than your Molded.”

“That’s true. But why did I pick you?”

“Well… as you said, I was the smartest of the bunch.”

“Exactly.”

“When my Molded form became more stable, you were able to refine it to a fox that looked perfectly normal. It took some getting used to, but once I was finally accustomed to my new form, there was only one thing left to do: give me new memories so I could act as a convincing member of the resistance.”

“I used my magic to lock away your old memories and plant new ones that would help you in your mission. They would be so convincing that even you would not know anything was abnormal about yourself.”

“And once I gathered enough information, I would find my way back to you. Just like I did!”

“And I am very glad you did.”

Zuel continued to rub Dower’s belly as the fox relaxed on his lap, taking slow deep breaths. “Now, why don’t you tell me everything about your time with this rebel group. Starting with: did you make any friends?”

“Many! There are good people in the rebellion. But they’re misguided. It might be tricky but I think you could convince them to reduce and eventually stop their operations.”

“That would be the best outcome by far. I’m willing to do whatever you think it'll take.”

Dower went on to explain his plan, sharing all the information he thought was relevant. By the end, the continued rubs to his belly proved so relaxing that he found himself speaking while half asleep. Zuel didn’t seem to mind, nodding along to Dower’s words and maintaining that contented grin on his snout.

“Very good. You’ll have to go into more detail another time. For now, I just want to enjoy your company. I've missed you very much."

The words saddened Dower and filled him with joy at the same time. "I've missed you too master Zuel." The fox said with his paws drawn up to his chest.

Zuel chuckled then sat Dower up and pulled him into a hug. Dower leaned into the rottweiler, their chests touching, though blocked by Dower's thin shirt. They sat like this, with Zuel's arms wrapped around Dower. There was security in that hug, it radiated with both the physical and magical power Zuel possessed. It was that power that led to the sorcerer's confident self-assuredness. It all attracted Dower, pulling him under a spell that hadn’t needed to be cast.

As Dower thought about this, thought about Zuel, he felt a heat rising within him. The attraction and physical contact were more than enough to make the fox's cock poke out from his sheath and form a sizable bulge in his pants. Zuel must have felt the growing erection, breaking off the hug and giving Dower a wry smile. Zuel's own erection had softened to half mast as the two spoke, but now it began to swell, surging with virility against Dower's clothed butt.

"Getting a little excited there?" Zuel said.

"I think we are." The fox said, blushing. With his memories returned, he felt no shame for such things now. The blush now came from his overwhelming attraction to his mate.

"You know, you weren't just the smartest of the Molded. You were also the one I loved to play with the most." Zuel said. "You can only imagine how conflicted I was about sending you."

"Then allow me to make up for the time we lost." Dower said, pushing his face forward to kiss the sorcerer. The kiss started with them locking lips, but Zuel pushed further, his eager tongue demanding deeper and deeper access. Zuel controlled Dower’s mouth with the force of his kiss, a deep growl forming in the rottweiler's chest which Dower could feel as much as hear. Dower tried to keep up, but couldn't hope to match Zuel's pace. As they kissed, the sorcerer reached between Dower's legs, big hand slipping under his pants to caress Dower's hard cock. He gently wrapped his fingers around it and began to stroke, speeding up as his kiss grew more intense.

Finally, Zuel broke off the kiss and pulled his hand away from Dower's crotch. "Ahhhh! I did miss you. Let's get those clothes off of you." Zuel said, flashing that confident smirk again.

Dower rose, standing in front of the throne with a conspicuous tent in his pants to match the one under Zuel's loincloth, though not quite as tall.

"Don't worry, mine will be coming off too." Zuel said, catching Dower's wandering eyes.

The fox stripped off his pants and pulled off his shirt, revealing all of his fiery orange fur and white markings. His vulpine cock stood at attention, pulsing slightly with his heartbeat. He made a playful swirl, turning briefly to tease his master with a flash of his rear which was partially concealed by his fluffy tail.

"To think you were so bristly but less than an hour ago. Where did that temperament go?"

"You'll see it again if I don't get to see what's under that loincloth soon!" The fox said.

"Adorable." Zuel crooned, reaching down to the ties that held his loincloth. The jewels adorning the fabric tinkled as he removed it. Dower's eyes were immediately drawn to the jewels beneath, two furry orbs almost the size of grapefruit rested heftily against the seat of his throne. Above them was Zuel’s hard member, a drop of pre at the tip and the bulges of his knot were already beginning to swell. "Well, you got what you wanted. Now it's my turn. Come kneel between my legs."

With a swish of his tail, Dower stepped forward between Zuel's legs and then sank to his knees. Down on his knees he was eye to eye with Zuel's package, a treat above anything else in the world. It made his mouth water. He needed it.

"I see that look on your face. You want it don't you?" Zuel said.

"I do." Dower said, his attention focused on the perfect idol of masculinity throbbing before him.

“Tell me how badly you need it. How badly you need me.”

“Oh I have missed you. Even without my memory, I craved a man like you. Strong, domineering, but caring. Someone who deserved to be served and put above myself. Someone strong and… hungry. I tried to find that in other men, but none of them looked at me like you do. None of them grabbed me and bent me over like I was there only for their pleasure. I need someone who knows they're on top."

“I may have left that little holdover when I hypnotized you." Zuel said.

"See, that's the attitude that has me down on my knees." Dower said, looking up at the sorcerer with expectant, pleading eyes. He could feel the heat, the power, the throbbing, coming from Zuel’s cock inches away from his face.

“Ahh, and it’s that look that always makes me want to claim you. I’m more used to seeing it on your molded form, but it's unmistakable." Zuel said with a growl. “You may serve me.”

Dower smiled, contentedness washing over him as he cupped Zuel’s balls and took his cock into his maw. Even with his memories returned, he was still impressed by the weight of the canine’s balls, each felt like a stone in his paws. He gently massaged them as he ran his tongue along the bottom of Zuel's cock, leaving a slick trail of drool. His first lick ended at the tip, where he was rewarded with his first taste of that precious precum he hadn’t savored in over a year. It was salty and potent, a taste that left Dower wanting more.

After a few licks, Dower took the tip of Zuel’s shaft into his mouth, relaxing his tongue as it slid deeper. The soft inside of Dower’s mouth brushed along the length of Zuel's thick shaft. It wasn't until Dower started to bob his head that he noticed how filled his mouth was. Zuel’s cock wasn't just large, but it was heavy. The fullness, the feeling of his head between Zuel's thighs, being on his knees, it felt like home. It filled him with warmth that spread through his body, coalescing in his groin, driving his need for release. Dower’s cock stood out of his sheath untouched by the fox despite the lust filling his body. Regardless, he was getting close.

The fox bobbed his head, letting instinct take over. Up, down, gurlk, squirk, and pleasure became his entire world for stars knew how long. It didn't matter. He wouldn't stop until Zuel came or ordered him to stop. An army could break down the door to the throne room and he wouldn't stop.

After some time, he felt Zuel’s muscles twitch. He could hear the rottweiler’s claws scraping against the arms of the throne. Dower knew his mate was getting close, but it would take more than just continuing what he was doing now to get Zuel to cum. With so many servants at his beck and call, it took something extra to truly satisfy the sorcerer.

Dower relaxed his throat, moving up and down, up and down, down… down. His throat stretched more than he had stretched it before, moving his mouth down to the top of Zuel's knot until his lips met the firm mound of flesh. Then with a snarl, Zuel pushed on the back of Dower's head, pushing him down further, Zuel's knot popping into the fox's mouth in one shove.

An instant later, the entire length of Zuel's cock throbbed and throbbed again, pumping ropes of cum down Dower's throat. He could feel each pulse filling his mouth and stomach with thick seed, the canine's rich taste satisfying Dower’s craving. Minutes passed and the sorcerer was still cumming, the entire time Zuel held Dower’s head. At first he held firm, holding the fox in place, but over time his grip softened, turning into gentle rubs and pets.

Dower was in bliss, his head buzzing happily from making his master and mate cum. He didn't mind how stuffed his mouth and stomach were. He didn't mind that his jaw would be sore the next day. It was all worth it.

When Zuel's orgasm trickled off and his knot deflated slightly, Dower lifted his head and allowed the cock in his mouth to slip out. Pooled up cum and spit drooled out of his mouth, falling to the marble floor and clinging to the fur around his mouth. Zuel gave him one final pet before moving his hand away from Dower's head.

"Fuck that was good, boy. Thank you." Zuel said with a contented sigh.

Dower took a few moments to catch his breath then wiped his mouth on his arm fur, not caring how the combined fluids clumped his usually well groomed fur. "You're welcome master." Dower said, smiling to himself.

"Come here love." Zuel said, leaning back on the throne and patting his lap. Dower happily climbed up onto the larger male's lap. Zuel wrapped his strong arms around the fox and pulled them close together, Dower’s orange fur brushing against Zuel's brown fur. Dower rested his head against Zuel's bare chest, listening to the strong beats of his heart. Meanwhile, Zuel rested his head on top of Dower’s, petting Dower's back in long strokes. They stayed this way for several minutes, Dower didn't want it to end. He could stay this way with his mate for hours. He truly did miss Zuel, even if he hadn't known it until a couple of hours ago.

Suddenly, Dower felt something warm and firm press against his rear. He knew what it was and felt the built up lust from their last bout begin to swell once again.

"Already!?" Dower said, feigning surprise at the canine's supernatural stamina. Dower could remember the many nights Zuel had any willing Molded or other servant in one room, romping until the sun began to rise. Zuel always had the most stamina, having enough loads for everyone at the orgy, sometimes even more than one.

"Getting to enjoy your mouth left me wanting that tail of yours as well." Zuel said with a smirk. "Besides, I didn't forget that you haven't gotten off yet."

"I guess now I know why the guards didn't feed me earlier…" Dower grumbled under his breath.

"You always did catch onto my schemes… though always a little too late." Zuel said. "Want me to get you ready?" He said, holding a bottle of clear gel.

"Please?"

"Gladly." Zuel said, uncorking the bottle and pouring some of the contents onto his palm. Then he coated two of his thick fingers with the slick stuff. He continued to hold Dower in one arm as the other reached down under Dower’s tail and prodded the fox’s pink tailhole with one of his lubed up fingers. Zuel gave him another squeeze before pushing his hand forward, the gel helping to smooth things along. Dower sighed, trying to relax as Zuel pushed deeper, sharp sounds of the gel occasionally piecing the silence. Shgulk!

After pushing one sausage sized finger in fully, he withdrew almost completely, leaving the fox feeling empty. Then another finger joined with the first, slowly moving deeper and stretching Dower’s hole. While in his Molded form, he didn't require much training thanks to his size, but as flesh and blood, he needed some stretching to accommodate Zuel.

After working in both fingers, Zuel began to move his digits back and then forward slowly. Dower's hole twitched, the pleasure building as his sensitive hole reacted on its own. Zuel built up a pace, maintained a rhythm that was not quite fast. The gel did its job, allowing Zuel's fingers to slide easily. Shlick, shlick, shlick!

Dower was lost in his own world of pleasure, the sensations making it impossible to think. He simply allowed himself to be held and toyed with, beginning to pant with lust.

"So, speaking of food, what do you want for dinner? I can have the kitchen make anything you like. But let me guess… you want steak?" Zuel said casually, his fingers continuing their work the entire time he spoke.

"Fuck…" Dower breathed, biting his lip.

"I suppose you're probably not quite hungry yet. You drank down almost an entire load a few minutes ago." Zuel said, expertly prodding Dower’s prostate as he said “entire load”. "...What's wrong boy?"

Dower couldn't reply, focusing all of his energy on not coming from the fingering alone. His muscles tensed, his breathing hitched, his nerves sang with each movement of Zuel's fingers.

"Awww, are you struggling? But we haven't gotten to the best part yet."

"Mhmmmm!" Dower whined, squeezing his body closer to Zuel.

"Think you can hold on a little bit longer for me?"

"Mhmmmm…"

"Good boy." Zuel said, his fingers sliding back and forth over and over, the gel never losing any of its slickness… Shlick, shlick, shlick!

Dower couldn't tell how much time passed, but finally Zuel's movements slowed. As Zuel withdrew his fingers, Dower found himself able to think once again. "Stars…"

"Think you're ready?" Zuel asked.

"Ummm, yes!" Dower said, still panting. "But now it's your turn."

"I don't think so. You're only allowed under my tail on special occasions." Zuel said with a smirk.

"Aww, this isn't a special occasion?" Dower asked.

"Well… I suppose-"

"You know very well that wasn't what I meant when I said it was your turn. Give me that bottle."

Zuel handed over the bottle and the fox globbed a large amount onto his paw. He reached down between Zuel's legs and wrapped his paw around the sorcerer’s length. Slowly, he stroked the sorcerer’s cock, applying the lubricant along that impressive member. He started to build up his own rhythm. As he stoked, the large amount of gel Zuel deposited on and in Dower’s tailhole oozed slowly down onto Zuel's leg.

When he thought he had spread the gel evenly, he let go of Zuel's cock and looked over his work. It seemed he hadn't forgotten how to prepare Zuel despite his time away.

"Good job. I almost didn't want you to stop. But I know how good this next part will be. Why don't you stand up for me?" Zuel said.

Dower obeyed, standing up off of the throne. He found his legs weaker than he expected, realizing just how good of a job Zuel had done at stretching him out.

Zuel stood next, towering a couple of feet taller than Dower. Both of their cocks were hard and eager.

"Bend over the arm of the throne." Zuel said, teeth showing.

Dower felt butterflies in his stomach, excitement growing so high it was unbearable. His feet moved on their own, moving over to the side of the throne and bending over. He hiked up his fluffy tail, showing off his glistening hole.

Time slowed down as Zuel's paws stomped up behind him. With a growl, he grabbed the base of Dower's tail and held it up, lining up his cock with Dower’s pucker. He bucked his hips a few times, grinding his length between Dower's cheeks.

A whine escaped Dower's lips, one he couldn't have held back even if he wanted to. "Pleeeeease!"

"Gladly." Zuel said, and slowly thrust the tip of his cock into Dower’s tailhole. Despite the lube and fingering, Zuel still took his movements slowly, at least at first. He moved inch by inch, allowing Dower to adjust to his size. "Gods you're tight." He said, but he didn't seem to mind.

Dower squirmed both from the pleasure and the fullness he felt from Zuel's cock. He took deep breaths and tried to relax but the excitement was winning. This is what he lived for. To pleasure his mate. That is what he wanted more than anything. Despite his excitement, he managed to take every thrust and slam from the sorcerer.

As Dower adjusted, Zuel's hips picked up their pace, thrusting faster and deeper into the fox. The faster he went, the more Dower's prostate got slammed, driving him closer and closer to orgasm. Although he knew better than to cum without Zuel's permission, he wasn't sure if he would be able to manage. And what Zuel said next almost pushed him over the edge.

"No matter the form, you have an amazing ass. It's almost like you were built for me!" Even Zuel's breathing was beginning to grow rugged between growls of lust. "But honestly, I can't wait to get a piece of your Molded tail again…"

Minutes of rutting passed, Zuel somehow managing to build up the pace higher and higher until Dower felt Zuel's knot grinding against his hole. "I'm so fucking close. Are you?" Zuel asked.

"Desperately." Dower managed to say.

"Then you may, as soon as I…" With that, he drove his hips forward and pulled Dower's waist towards him with his paws. Dower felt Zuel's knot push against his hole and then felt it push through in one motion.

An orgasm ripped through Dower’s body at the same time the knot locked him in place. His cock throbbed, releasing ropes of cum onto the throne. His tailhole twitched with each spasm of his cock. The pleasure was almost too much for him, burning away any thoughts so that all he could do was embrace the pleasure exploding under his tail.

Zuel's cock throbbed hard, milked by the rhythmic spasms of Dower's tailhole. He pumped what felt like gallons of seed into the fox. The pleasure of Zule’s own orgasm made him bear his teeth and curl his footpaws. Still cumming, he wrapped arm under one of Dower’s and pulled him upright so Dower's back was against Zuel's chest. The fox was limp under his grip, overwhelmed by the power of his orgasm. Zuel held him, squeezing him tight as both of their climaxes continued.

Dower’s was the first to end, the fox taking several deep breaths trying to recover from the cataclysm he just experienced. Although Zuel was still mid-orgasm, he was much better at controlling himself while in climax. He rubbed Dower's slightly swollen belly, his cock still dumping seed within.

"Stars Zuel… I never want to leave your side again." Dower said.

"I feel the same way, my love. And if you wish, you never have to. Now why don't we get to work getting your Molded body back?"

-END