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A lot of people get self-conscious at the beach. They worry about taking their shirts off in front of strangers, wondering if others will think they are too fat, too skinny, or too pale. I used to worry about stuff like that. When I first joined water polo in high school I worried about having to wear a speedo. I thought it was too revealing. I looked at all the other boys and their smooth, toned swimmers bodies, their six pack abs and muscular arms and worried I was too chubby, too hairy, and too weak to fit in. More than that I worried the upper classmen would catch me looking at them and the tight fitting speedo I was wearing would give away what I was really thinking about. Those all seem like such minor things to worry about now. I wish I was wearing a speedo…

The day was blessedly cool, the sand on the beach cold to the touch as I padded along on hands and knees, thankful I at least wouldn’t have to worry about a sunburn this trip. The beach around us was mostly deserted as my father walked me along the shore. The’re were a few furrs scattered here and there, but the private beach was nothing compared to Seal or Huntington on a summer weekend, I was thankful for that. My experience in the parking lot had helped me get over some of my anxiety about playing dog in public, but I still wasn’t comfortable with the idea, and having already blown my load I didn’t even have the help of lust to get me through it.

The light breeze coming off the ocean played along my spine and lower extremities, raising goose bumps on my exposed skin and reminding me that my genitals were hanging exposed for the whole world to see. The pink leather collar around my neck gripped me tightly with every breath I took, and the metal tag that hung from it jingled slightly with each step, reminding me that the man holding my leash owned me today. The silicon plug in my rear tugged at one end and poked at the other as I padded along, reminding me of what had happened in the parking lot a short while ago. The grey furred husky tail attached to it swung lazily as I padded along on all fours two steps behind the man holding my leash, reminding me that today I was a dog, not a human.

I should have been embarrassed; I should have been mortified of being seen like this. Just the thought of one of the other beach goers seeing me padding along, naked except for the doggy toys I was wearing, should have been enough to turn my cheeks bright red and make me want to die of embarrassment. To have them know that the man treating me like a bitch was my Father should have made me want to hide my head in shame. But I wasn’t embarrassed, because dogs don’t get embarrassed, dogs don’t feel shame. Dogs do what they are told, and are rewarded for being good, or punished for being bad.

We had been walking along the beach for over an hour by now, my father leading me by the leash and me padding along behind him, doing my best to keep my head down and not make eye contact with the few furrs we had passed along the way. And they had, all been furrs. As far as I could tell we were the only two humans on the beach. Not that I minded of course, the furrs seemed to accept this sort of thing out of hand. Instead of odd looks and disgusted remarks, my father got smiles and kind greeting from the furrs we passed. And I got gentle pats on the rear or scratches behind my ears.

Occasionally one would stop to chat with my father, generally to remark on how few humans they see on the beach and to welcome him and his pup to the community. They always ignored me when they talked to him, giving me at most a friendly look when they complimented my father on how good I was being or ruffling my hair as they said farewell, but they never paid me more attention than they would a feral pet, they all seemed to recognize and play into the game.

“Well look at that Marcus, it appears were not alone”, my father said, shaking me out of my introspection. I looked up but couldn’t see anything besides his muscular backside and more beach. He had stopped walking, and I padded around from behind him to see what he was looking at, and when I did, I almost didn’t believe it.

Up ahead of us, and walking in the opposite direction was a silver furred leopard walking a red fox who padded along beside him on all fours. The leopard was tall and muscular, not quite buff, but it was obvious he worked out. His fur was silver and shinned in the weak sunlight of the day, it wasn’t puffy like most snow leopards, instead it was cut short and laid smooth against his skin, accenting the curves of his body and the toned muscle of his chest and abs.

“Hello!” the silver feline called out to us as soon as he was in range, “lovely day for a walk isn’t it?” His voice was high and friendly, not quite what I had expected, but not unpleasant either.

“It sure is!” my father called back, his voice deeper that the feline’s but equally excited to see another owner out for a walk. “Cute fox you’ve got there”.

“Oh thank!” the leopard grinned widely, obviously proud of his younger charge. “This is Kiba”, he said giving the pink leash he was holding a light tug, “Kiba. SIT.” His voice got deeper when he spoke to his pet, taking on a commanding quality.

The fox at his side obeyed, he looked slightly annoyed and a little embarrassed being ordered around in front of strangers (I completely sympathized), but he did as he was told, kneeling on the sand with his knees spread wide, and his forepaws resting on the ground between them, his chin held high and his chest puffed out slightly, if somewhat reluctantly, in a practiced fashion that told me he had been made to do this several times before.

For some reason I felt compelled to mirror the gesture; maybe I didn’t want to be outdone, maybe I was just anticipating a similar command from my own owner, maybe I was just stupefied by the idea that anyone else could be turned-on by this sort of thing, and that I was actually meeting one of them, and needed to sit down to process it. In any case, I sat on the sand in doggy fashion and stared at the fox as if looking into a mirror for the first time.

“Kiba. Wave.”

The fox didn’t move, he sat where he was and held his pose, glancing up at his owner with a look that said he didn’t want to be here, and resented being made to perform in front of strangers.

The Leopard didn’t relent, he gave the leash a firm yank that pulled the fox off balance and made him stagger towards the leopard before repeating his command.

“Kiba. WAVE.” His tone was a deep growl now, much deeper than the friendly greeting of a moment before.

The two locked eyes for a moment in a battle of will, then the fox took a deep breath and closed his eyes, dropping his head. He let out a defeated breath before raising his head to look at me with a halfhearted smile that said, “How the fuck did I get here?”, and gave a single flicking wave of his paw.

I smiled back, glad to know I wasn’t the only one with that question on my mind, and again, repeated the gesture. It was weird, but I felt a sort of kinship with the boy across from me, and for a moment I wondered what strange series of events had lead him to this chance meeting …

“Good Boy!” the leopard chimed in, ruining the moment, as he patted his fox on the head and mussed with his ears. The fox took it with grace, if not quite appreciation.

“Very impressive”, my father complimented the leopard on the trick. “How long have you had him?”

“Oh I picked up Kiba about a year ago at a club I own….”

While my father and the leopard fell into conversation, I took the moment to look over my counterpart. He was a boy, slightly older than me, maybe college age 22-23, but next to the leopard who was obviously past 40 I couldn’t bring myself to think of him as a man. Whatever he was, he was thin, just short of athletically built and somewhere around my height, it was hard to tell with him kneeling on the sand. He was looking up at his owner while I looked him over, following along the conversation that I was decidedly ignoring, the fox was just too interesting not to explore further. His furr was a dull red, except for the black on his ears, forearms and legs; and the white on his pronounced chest that ran down his flat stomach all the way to his groin.

Just like me he was naked, and from five feet away I had a very good view of his furr covered sheath and ballsack. His white hair got shorter the lower it went, from thick and unruly around his chest to short and form fitting around his sheath.

I had never seen one up close before. I found myself staring at it, marveling how it housed him so neatly, and wondering what it would feel like to rub my face against those furry nutts. _ I bet they are so soft_. The longer I looked, the larger his sheath appeared, until I noticed a pink tip emerge from the soft white pouch. I was so engaged that I didn’t realize what it meant, I just kept watching in open mouthed fascination as the fox’s lupine cock emerged and swelled. My own shaft was swelling by the second, but it wasn’t until my cheeks clenched around the anal plug inside me, pulling it sharply against my prostate that I was shocked out of my daze.

I looked up suddenly to find the fox staring right at me, no longer paying any attention to his master. When his eyes caught mine he smiled mischievously, his features taking on a predatory gaze as he deliberately looked me over. His eyes slowly looking me up and down before locking onto mine once again. I tried to lower my gaze, but that just put me back to staring at his cock, that was now fully erect, and throbbing slightly as it hung beneath him.

He rose from his seated position and padded towards me, never taking his eyes off me. His master unconsciously gave him more slack to roam, but never looked down, never took his focus off his conversation with his fellow owner. So slowly the fox advanced, stalking towards me.

Part of me wanted to run, to hide behind my father and get away from that predatory look in the fox’s eyes, but another part of me was spell bound, and it wanted all the things that that look promised.

He padded right up to me, never breaking eye contact. Then, he reached out and kissed me. He did it so casually that I never had a chance to object, not that I would have. One moment I was staring into his amber eyes, the next my eyes were closed and his tongue was exploring my mouth. His tongue was long and broad, and seemed to be everywhere at once. His saliva left a tingling sensation everywhere it touched, and his confident tongue left no place untouched for long. He moaned into me, and I melted against him, my tongue dancing with his like we had done this a hundred times. I let him take the lead but I matched him move for move, mirroring him unconsciously while he explored my mouth.

And then he pulled away. He licked his lips and smiled at me with a lazy confidence that said; while one hunger was sated, another was growing by the second.

The fox padded past me, his tail raised high and dominant. He stopped when my head was level with his thigh, like 1 dog coming in to sniff another, then he raised that thigh towards me, giving me a full view of his emerging foxhood. I stared at it for a moment, unconsciously licking my lips before looking back to meet his eyes again. He was looking at me intently. Expectantly.

I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to do it, but still I hesitated, unable to take the next step, too submissive to seize the moment. He must have understood, because he smiled knowingly and reached back to grab me by the hair and show me what he wanted. It was such a dominant gesture that I relented immediately, shuddering as he guided me gently but firmly where he wanted me to go.

Time slowed as he guided me in, the soft fur of his inner thigh rubbing against my cheek as he moved me in closer. That pink tip poking out of its white furry sleeve. The world around me darkened and shrank as I closed in, my mouth watering in anticipation.

I opened my mouth and accepted that offered tip gratefully, closing my lips around it and suckling it gently. It was soft and only an inch or so protruded past his sheath, but I nursed at it hungrily, licking his tapered tip with quick flicks of my tongue and pressing my lips against his fuzzy sheath to coax more of it out of its hiding place.

Now it was his turn to shudder. His paw dug into my hair and pushed me deeper as his hips rocked forward. His length was still soft but growing, and when I ran my tongue against it I could feel a tiny thin bone inside of it. It felt so fragile in my mouth that I was almost afraid I would break it.

The fox had no such concerns. He pressed me into his groin until my face was flush with his hips and his soft cock was entirely in my mouth. He tasted musky with a hint of salt. I rolled my tongue around his shaft and explored the contours of his cock. He was shaped differently from my father, the only other cock I had ever sucked. I rolled my tongue around him, and rubbed my cheek against his white furred belly as I did.

The fox moaned and grew as I sucked, resting his raised leg on my back and bucking his hips softly. I let him fuck my mouth and felt my own cock twitch with submissive pleasure. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, sucking off a total stranger while my father stood not a foot away holding me by a leash! It was so hot…

While I suckled on his cock, the fox found my buttplug and the grey husky tail it held swaying back and forth gently as I sucked him off. He ran a hand down my spine and along my tail, pulling it slightly as he did, making the plug pull against my closed sphincter. I moaned under him, and arched my back, offering myself to the fox. He chuckled all the way to his cock, and gave my tail another little tug. I moaned around his cock in response.

The fox took that as an invitation to mount me properly. He slid his leg over my back and down to the ground on the other side of my head, placing one hand on the back of my neck to keep me firmly attached to his cock and leaning his chest onto my back so his free hand could continue to play with my tail. I moaned loud and submissively, spreading my legs and lowering my chest to the ground to give him a better angle as he thrust himself into my mouth with a powerful need.

He wasn’t long, but he was thick, and he was growing thicker with each thrust. The shaft that had started as a thin sliver was now stretching my jaw and at the base he was forming a thick knot. He kept thrusting, long smooth strokes at first pulling all the way out to his tip before pushing in as far as my throat would allow. I let him use me, and did my best not to gag. I was so hard.

His pace increased, he was fully erect now, and my jaw was spread almost painfully wide. My hand found its way to my cock and I stroked myself while he fox fucked my face and played with my plug. It was like I was taking two males at once, a fantasy I had always dreamed about and this fox was making it happen all by himself. He pulled harder on the plug while he humped harder into my throat, numbing my mind with waves of perverse pleasure.

His tip hammered against the back of my throat at the same time that his knot hammered against my nose. The extra bulk in my throat pulled my collar tight around my neck and made it jingle with each thrust. I gagged each time he hammered into me, but his cock sealed my throat so tight, there was no room for anything to come up. He just kept thrusting, again and again deeper and deeper until I was completely out of breath. And still he thrust as I choked and spattered around his length, thick saliva dripping from my mouth and his knot every time he pulled back.

He fucked me like my mouth was the pussy of a bitch in heat, like I was a pocket pussy or some other fuck toy without feelings or needs of my own. It pushed all of my buttons, and I stroked my shaft furiously as he used me for his own pleasure.

His thrusts got wilder and more erratic, his grip on my neck got tighter, I could tell he was close, but so was I. His pulls on my butt plug became yanks, pulling it roughly out of me all the way to the tip before thrusting it back in as hard as he could. The thick knot on the toy spreading me painfully wide every time it passed my hole; I tried to resist, holding it in when he pulled back, but he was too strong for that, too determined. And every time he thrust it back in, the tip of the toy would strike my prostate and inner walls and send sparks of pleasure coursing through my backside and up my spine. The mix of stinging pain and deep pleasure was too much for me to handle, but pinned under the rampaging fox there was nothing I could do.

And so I laid there being violently penetrated and choking on his cock till I couldn’t take it anymore; till his knot had forced my jaw open wide enough to let it into my mouth; till his tip was wedged deep into my throat, and wasn’t making me gag any more, it was just another part of me; till the burning sensation in my lungs turned to spasms, and then violent spasms; till the edges of my vision began to dull; till the pressure in my cock matched the pressure in my throat and tail-hole, and with a cry of pleasure that came out as wet gargle I came! Bucking my hips and blowing my load onto the sand. Waves of pleasure coursing through me from all sides as my vision blurred from pleasure and lack of oxygen.

My spasms of pleasure were the last straw for the fox as well. He threw his head back, and with a final powerful thrust he howled his pleasure to the sky in a sound that I will never be able to accurately describe.

His balls grew tight and his knot swelled, stretching my mouth painfully wide. His shaft convulsed deep in my throat as he pumped his load into me like a needy bitch. I swallowed desperately, unable to keep up with the flow as the excess spilled out of my mouth with every thrust. The taste of male filled my senses as he emptied his load, his knot deflating with each squirt of seed he pumped into me.

On the verge of passing out I pushed weakly against him, and in the throes of pleasure he let me back off of his cock, still cumming hard in an orgasm that only an anthro could maintain. I gasped for breath and coughed up sperm trying to get farther away the cock still spewing ropes of cum in my direction.

The fox wasn’t done marking me yet though, he held me by the hair as I choked and gasped, turning my face up level with the bright red phallus that he was now stroking vigorously in front me. He groaned as he held back for a moment, letting me get another good look at the organ that had used my throat like a pussy, then moaned loudly letting go of one last spurt of thick hot jizz that shot out to hit me right between the eyes.

The fox slumped back onto his haunches, his orgasm subsiding and afterglow overtaking him. He pulled me closer to him, gently now, and hugged me to his chest, nuzzling me lovingly and letting his paws play over my body with lingering affection.

I let him man handle me, too weak to resist, swallowing the last of his seed and letting my breathing return to normal.

When I was able to open my eyes, both my father and the leopard were staring down at us, a mixture of love and pride on their faces.

“Well, it seems like they are hitting it off rather nicely”, the leopard commented in an adoring voice. I wondered momentarily how long they had been watching an what had finally drawn their attention from their conversation to their rutting charges, but the fox squeezed me against him and the though passed. “Do you two come here often?” the leopard continued, “perhaps we could set up a play date, or something …?”

“This is our first trip”, my father replied with a chuckle, “but so far it has been such a good experience that we may make it a weekly thing. Why don’t we exchange….”

My eyes fluttered shut again, and my attention drifted away from the adult conversation. The Fox was mumbling something into my ears, but he was being so quiet that I could quite make it out. I was content to let him rub his hands up and down my body, sending shivers down my spine, through the husky plug, and into my thoroughly satisfied prostate. I nuzzled his chest, and my hips thrust against him softly.

“----I guess we’re all set then, you two have fun, and we’ll see you soon.” The leopards voice said.

“And you as well, take care of the little guy, and we’ll see you next week,” my father replied.

I didn’t need to feel the tug on the leash to know that our time together had come to an end. I raised off the fox’s chest slowly, my body still numb with afterglow. I was sorry to leave, but it sounded like I was going to get to see him again in a week, so I didn’t complain as I was led away down the beach.

I was too tired to open my eyes, but I hardly needed them with the leash guiding me along behind my owner. We walked in silence, my throat was too sore to say anything about what had just happened, and even if it hadn’t been I was forbidden to speak so long as I had the collar on. So I contented myself to be lead along by the leash, quietly replaying the day’s events while the husky plug worked its magic and I imagined that it was the Fox behind me, pulling against my hole, and pressing against my inner walls with every step I took.

Eventually my glow faded and I was able to return to the present. I opened my eyes, staring at the sand and letting my eyes readjust to the pale light of day, before looking up to judge where we were, and how far we were from the parking lot.

“What the….?” I was so shocked by my first sight that I completely forgot the game and the rules I had been bound to. I stopped walking all together, and blinked, unsure of what it was I was seeing. “What….? When…? Why….?”

Walking two paces ahead of me were not the pale white legs of a human, but the spotted silver and black legs, of the leopard…

The End

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Authors Note: Hey guys, finally finished this one. it's been rolling around in my head for years now and im glad to finally be publishing it. like a lot of my stuff I was inspired by another story I read on here (this one back when it was Yiffstar, just to show how long it has been in my head), but I believe in giving credit where credit is due, so if you like the idea of playing dog please check out the "Playing dog" series by Biff_the_blasphemer at: https://www.sofurry.com/view/45853

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