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[b][u][center]The Locker Bitch[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Terian[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Cleaning the locker room wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Sure, it was perhaps the smelliest chore that one got stuck with for school detentions, but it was better than having to deal with all the school hallways, or cleaning out the trash bins in the back. It didn’t smell bad back there, but thinking about how much filth got under one’s fingernails had Jake grunting and gagging just thinking about it.

He shook his head as he worked up and down the aisles of the locker room, feeling the suds soaking into his hands as he dragged the washcloth along. There were no mops or brooms provided for him, and he had to work on his hands and knees to get it done. His coach had told him that he wasn’t leaving until the place was spotless, and that...well, that was annoying, but it was what he had to deal with.

The human was about halfway done, though, and he was sure that it would go faster now that he had the hang of it. He settled himself on his knees, rubbing his forehead to get rid of the sweat that he’d built up, when he heard the door open.

[i]Thought everyone had already gone home,[/i] Jake thought, turning his head and leaning back to see who it was.

“Oh...it’s you.”

His voice dripped with annoyance at the sight of Jared, one of the fox athletes lauded by the rest of the school. Good enough at what he did, admittedly, but Jake found him to be one of the most annoying people around. Particularly if he thought he had some sort of power over you.

The fox chuckled as he walked over, shaking his head a few times.

“Stuck on cleaning duty, huh? That prank didn’t work out?”

“Yeah, and I wonder whose fault that was.”

“Some mysterious do-gooder, I imagine.”

[i]Yeah, except replace do-gooder with trickster fox, and you’re probably a hell of a lot closer,[/i] he thought, glaring at the soccer player. It was hardly something that Jared would shy away from doing, he knew. The fox had never been fond of him, and he doubted that him coming back here now was any sort of coincidence. Practice had ended hours ago.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, I just thought I’d have a little fun with the human.”

“Yeah, well, fuck off.”

“You wanna say that again, human?”

“I said, fuck -”

That was as far as he got before one of the fox’s cleats hit him from the side, knocking him down on his back and pinning him there. He grunted at the hard hit, barely avoiding cracking his head on the ground as he came down, and glared up at the vulpine athlete.

“What the fuck, man?”

“You wanna tell me to take a hike? Show me that you can even get me to leave you alone.”

“You...get the fuck...offa me!”

He shouted, throwing his weight against the shoe on his chest, but it refused to budge. No matter how hard he shoved at it, no matter how much he struggled, nothing worked. He was half-sure that Jared wasn’t even putting his full weight down on him, either, something that infuriated him to no end.

After a few seconds, he gave up, glaring up at him.

“What do you want?”

“Heh, a lot. But let’s start with…”

The fox stepped off of him, sitting down on one of the benches. Jared’s fingers were quick to undo his laces, and soon, both cleats were set to the side, revealing paws and socks that were utterly reeking with sweat and musk. The fabric was wet enough to be glued to his toes, and he didn’t want to think about how bad they probably smelled.

Jared lifted one foot, wiggling his fat toes, and little droplets of sweat were squeezed out of the sock by the sheer pressure of being stretched tight around the digits. Jake gagged, turning away, but the fox’s tail pushed out and dragged him in close.

“Ah ah, human. You think you’re getting away from that? You get your face in there, now!”

He didn’t have a chance to pull away. The fox was a hell of a lot faster than he expected, and stronger, too. No sooner had he been told what to do than the socked paw was rammed into his face, pinned there and clutching around his nose. The rank smell of sweat and foot musk slammed into his nose, and he threw himself back, or at least, tried to. One hand on his head kept him in place, making him feel weaker than ever as he tried to struggle free. He wrenched his head from side to side, gagging and coughing, sputtering as the smell was forced down his nose.

“Hehehe, look at you. Weak little human. Why the hell you’re even here is beyond me. Can’t keep up with any of us. Hell, you’re barely worth keeping down there.”

“Let go of me!”

“Nah. You want to get away? Get away.”

He struggled, but he already knew that wasn’t going to work. There was no getting free of that grip that way. All he could do was try and work himself into a frenzy, try and wriggle until the fox’s grip came loose, but there was too tight a pull on his hair and his nose for that to be workable.

The stink was so bad, too, leaving him gagging and gasping. He wanted to breathe through his mouth, but was worried about starting to taste the sock at that point, considering how close it was to his face. Shaking his head only ground his nose from side to side, stroking the fox’s toes, and he felt the sweat getting smeared on his face.

Jared pulled him closer, almost feeling like he was getting his face squished against the fox’s toes, pressed into the paw pads with such force that his nose actually started to hurt, like it was on the verge of getting broken.

[i]Please, please, let me go! Let me go![/i]

A second later, his pleas were answered. He was let go, but the stink of that foot still lingered, soaking into his skin and remaining where it was. Jake whimpered, rubbing his face and trying to get it off, while Jared laughed.

“Heh, that’s a good smell on you. Shows you for the bitch you are.”

“Shut up…”

“You think you ain’t one? What, I gotta show you what you really are?”

“Fuck off, before I call for coach.”

“You call for him? Heh, I got a better idea.”

He turned just in time to see the fox pulled down his zipper, dragging his sheath and balls free of his pants and letting them dangle. The sight of them was bad enough, but the stench...it was like all the sweat on his feet had been rubbed down there and left to get stronger, and that was not even mentioning the sheer dick smell that came out with it.

Unable to look away, he stared as Jared stroked himself to half-erection, holding his dick in place and shaking it from side to side. The fox smirked.

“You suck me off, and I don’t tell coach that I found you wasting time.”

“But...I wasn’t!”

“Who do you think he’s gonna believe?”

He glared, but he knew that much was true. There was no way that a lowly human was going to be believed over the fox, and not when he was already in trouble in the coach’s eyes. Jake knew that he’d caused too much trouble to get that much credit.

But to suck off someone…

Jared snapped his fingers, and Jake glared.

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, I’d prefer to fuck you.”

The fox stood up, and they had a brief tussle. Not even a fight, but a little tussle, where Jake struggled for a few seconds to actually get his hands free, and was then forced down to his knees. All he could do was stare up at the fox, see that cock right over his head. Somehow, the struggle almost seemed to have gotten the vulpine athlete all the more turned on.

Tap, tap, tap the cock went on his face, smearing pre where it went, adding to the musk that was already ground into his face. He groaned, shaking his head, trying to pull back, but there was no relief there. All that he could do was stare up, and if he ever opened his mouth, he knew what he would taste.

Jared leaned forward again, dragging his balls back and forth across his face, and he sputtered underneath them, trying not to open his mouth and scream. Everything was drenched in sweat, and it carried the smell wherever it went. He sputtered, shuddered, even gagged, having to swallow down a bit of near-vomit to keep from spurting it everywhere.

He slid back, trying to get away, but all that he did was put his back up against a locker. The fox chuckled, shaking his cock back and forth, batting it against his nose.

“Alright, fun and games are over. Time for you to take it.”

“Fuck...fuck you…”

SLAP!

His cheek burned as the fox pulled back, ears ringing a bit from the impact. He gasped, and it was the fatal mistake.

The taste of the fox’s pre flowed over his tongue almost instantly, leaving him staring up in shock as his mouth was filled with pre and cock. He couldn’t turn away, couldn’t move. His head was pinned back, and his cheeks were pinched by the fox’s paw, keeping his mouth wide open as more and more cock was fed down his throat.

“Mmmph! Nnngh!”

“Shut up, human. You should know by now, this is all you’re good for.”

As he was pinned there, his struggles slowly fading as his throat was turned into nothing but a cock sleeve, he couldn’t help but cry. There was no escape. All he could do was surrender, and hope that it ended quickly…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]