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This is part 2 of His Masterpiece. You do not have to read the 1st half to enjoy this one. The story is on the longer side with lots of smut and psycho-sexual content. Fair warning, there is derogatory language, rough-play and drug-use throughout. If that's not your cup of tea, then don't drink it. If interested, here's the link to Part 1. Comments and faves are my currency, so if you like it say something or drop a fave.

The main theme is finding true love in a dominant relationship. Content includes spit-roasting, breathplay, paw-job, breeding and other depravities. Three on one all male. Characters are: Border Collie, Red Fox, Snep and Akita. If you want a dev exit to skip to the horniest part (also it's where I think the writing picks up), search for the phrase, “Before you knew it".

Cover art is by Horrendisvulpes

This story does not reflect the opinions and beliefs of the artist that drew the accompanying art.

His Masterpiece 2: Razor Love

You hadn't had an orgasm in six months—six torturous months, maybe more, let alone touched yourself. Kaizo would remind you that your pleasure was trivial, that your only purpose in life now was to lift your tail or kiss his paws; 'there's no other use for a pet like you'.

"Like a baby carrot..." you muttered incredulously, staring at your shrunken penis in the mirror. Its only purpose was to amuse the collie with how shriveled and pathetic it had become. He would sometimes flick it to watch it twirl aimlessly and call it 'your clit' or his personal favorite, a 'gross mushroom'. You swore your testicles were shrinking too, looking more like withered raisins than grapes. And those weren't the only changes. You were gaining weight in strange places: under your breasts and around your love-handles—love-handles that you swear didn't exist three months ago! "God, I'm getting so fat," you repeated, looking at yourself in the mirror, repulsed by the inverted fox looking back.

Kaizo was all ivories, the whites of his teeth flashed like shutters. "How's my chubby Vixen?" He held you from behind, rocking his hips against your buttocks.

The collie shook your cage a little, "Did you even finish puberty? God, it's grotesque." He spit at it in disgust. Did he really think it was 'grotesque'? You repeated it under your breath, 'grotesque'.

"Good thing you have a real dog now," and with that he threw his hips forward like he'd done a thousand times. "So tight," he said, grabbing your hips, securing you in what he liked to call the 'bitch's seat.' "My favorite part," he grunted, grinding against your butt-fluff until his knot began to spread your cheeks. "That I'm about to dump my load in this fine ass." His knot was half-in when he noticed you pushing back, arcing your back and whinnying like a young gelding. "You want it that badly hu," He pushed harder, feeling the inevitability of his knot squeeze past your cheeks, driving the rest of his girth into you. You thought to yourself, Fuck me Collie! Take it. It's all yours. Fill me daddy. You flexed, feeling your ass wrap around his cock, trying to hold it in place, but the collie was determined. You felt your ass give way as the collie rutted it making it the perfect place to dump his pups. "Goddamn did I train you well." It wasn't a question, but a declaration of his superiority. He started thrusting faster, pressing your face into the desk like a rubber stamp.

Ding, ding, followed by another ding a few seconds later. Messages scrolled by in rapid succession.

"Own that fag"

"A fox in his natural environment"

"Get it boyyyy"

You looked at the dusty monitor, a Macintosh from the 90s, and then at the webcam with its blue beaconing light. Was this being live-streamed? An even better question popped into your head—had he been recording you this whole time? Ding, ding, ding. And more messages scrolled by.

FetchFoxxy: "Dream job, can I be your next fox?"

Cum_pupper123: "Voted: 1-Year"

Shadow_fox: "Voted: 6-Months"

Night_Stalker: "Voted: Throw Away the Key"

You squinted at what appeared to be a poll, "How long should I keep this fag locked?"

One message lingered. "Maybe it's time to take his..." It was accompanied by a twig and berries emoji and a winking-face. You saw the comment was 'liked' several times before vanishing like the others. You then looked back at the collie who was hammering his cock in and out of your ass, ramming it as hard as he could. You felt a long strand of pre swinging between your legs, with each thrust sticking to a thigh and then swinging freely again. "Take" he thrusted, "This," he thrusted, "Knot," he thrusted again but this time all the way to the hilt, his balls contracting against yours. You loved the feeling of his balls against your own, knowing how heavy his were compared to yours. "Ohhh fuckkkk. Take it." He rocked rhythmically as his knot throbbed in your ass.

The collie reached a paw between your legs and sneered, "There it is! Almost couldn't find it." He pinched your cage between two fingers, pulling your balls down with his other paw. You shuddered, your legs buckling as you felt your balls swelling with need. Your nub was straining against its cage, howling to be let out. Was this it, were you about to finally cum. Kaizo squeezed your cage. "Good boy." You could feel yourself right on the edge. Yes, I am good. Please let me cum! I'll do anything. Ding, ding, ding. More messages scrolled by.

"Eyes up here babe," he playfully slapped your cheek. His eyes were infinite, like two mirrors facing each other; they were spooky like that. Ding, ding, ding. More messages scrolled by in a blur.

You asked sheepishly, "Have you been streaming us?"

"Of course I have. What are you stupid? How do you think I've been paying rent?" You were too distracted by those bottomless eyes to respond; it was like the universe was sizing you up. The collie let go of your nub, leaving you teetering on the edge of pleasure and denial. No, please. I have to cum! Please, I was so close. You started humping the air aimlessly, grinding against his hips, trying anything to finish what he'd started, but it was no use. It isn't fair! He always gets to cum and never lets you finish. Your whole body was screaming inside.

He lifted a finger above your snout, and with it, a rope of your own pre, dangling just inches above your nose. "Want a taste of your own pathetic seed? Open wide." A series of dings from his computer. You hesitated for a moment and then opened your mouth, shocked by what was about to happen. So shocked you couldn't think at all. "Turn your head so they can see you better." You did as he instructed, almost instinctively like you were made to be another dog's bitch. This can't be happening. This is so gross you thought to yourself as you watched the gooey strand descend into your maw. A burst of your own salty semen exploded on your tongue. You closed your lips around it feeling it cling to your throat. Wretch! Wretch! You tried to choke it down. Ding, ding, ding.

Bluepupper: "OMG, gaggggg!"

Firefox69: "What a gross slut."

Foxfcker27: Donated $13

FluxWuff: "I think I know that fox."

Spots_The_Leopard: "At least it didn't go to waste!

The collie moved the mouse and in a few clicks brought up a website with a black banner and green-dayglo font. It looked like it was straight from the dial-up days—AOL, Opera and Boy Bands. You squinted at the homepage with its garrish font, which read "Obey Your Alpha" with a crude logo of a howling wolf. A few more clicks and he had your profile up. You thought, oh my god, this can't be happening. I didn't agree to this. This asshole. But deep down it excited you that anyone could see what a pathetic fag you were, that within a few clicks they could watch you on all fours cleaning the collie's toes, or having your face used as a doormat. Your chest was knocking like a busted engine. The first thing you noticed was the featured post; it was your face spackled in cum and looking up like a 'good boy'—it was the same photo he took the day you met him. Above the image it read, "Do You Like My New Project?" Ding, ding, ding.

A series of messages appeared in chat.

Werefox63: "What's he staring at?"

Slave_pupp1: "Voted: 6-Months"

Kitmaker: Donated $1

Fluxwuff: “I definitely know him! Bio 301, ISU" Kaizo: "@Kitmaker you cheap fuck"

The collie reached for a ratty blunt behind his ear.

Under your picture there was more. "This fag couldn't keep his eyes off me at the bar, even bought me a drink—gonna cost him a lot more than that." 'Laughing emoji'. “How long should I keep him locked?" 'Lock & Key emoji' “Either way he's gonna be my paw-rag tonight. This boy doesn't know what he got himself into."

With his knot still beating in you like a tell-tale heart, he opened another page, saying, "13,098 subs! Hot damn," as if to prove a point, "and they love watching me smash your ass." He threw his hips forward, giving your rump a good thrust.

"Look at this one," Kaizo pointed. The page had a GIF of the collie smacking your muzzle over and over with his cock. The title read "Better Than a Pussy?" The subtext: "I'm training this slut to be a world-class hole. It's all about mindset for a fag like this, that's why I've been adding these to his diet." Your eyes scanned anxiously; sweat beading on your brow if that was even possible. It was a photo of Kaizo holding a lurid assortment of pills—all the known suspects, Estrogen, T-Blockers, and Progesterone.

You snapped your head back incredulously, "you're feeding me estrogen?!" Your voice was shifting like a carnival ride—that good-old Doppler Effect. The collie stared at you like you were the brunt of a bad joke, "It's good for a slut like you." He squeezed your shrunken cock in his paw, shaking it a little. "You're not a man anyhow, I mean look at this pathetic thing. Might as well be my lady." No wonder all you could think of was cock the last few months! This damn collie was dosing you with estrogen. What a monster! Ding, ding, ding.

Sly_the_coop: "Holy shit...I don't think he knew."

Kitmaker: “Look at the tits on that fox!

Kaizo: "Guess what chat?"

Kaizo: "We have a special guest tonight."

"Fox, hello, Earth to Fox? Are you with us?," he waved a paw in-front of your frozen eyes. "I said listen up fag!," raising his voice, "No time for pouting. Yea, I've been feeding ya' estrogen, so what? Are you not enjoying yourself?" You suddenly became aware of your flabby breasts and thighs. Oh my god, this explains so much—why you cried last week doing the dishes, your terrible mood swings, and your voice; Oh, my god, your voice was changing too! Your jaw fell wide-open. What were these last six months? Was anything the collie told you true? The terror you felt was lost in you like a razor-blade peaking through your soft, pink insides. Ding, ding, ding. Kaizo's phone added to the maelstrom, "You spin me right 'round, baby, right 'round..." It was a Motorola Razr straight from the 00s and he picked it up agitated, "Hey...Yea, I'll buzz you in. Just give me a minute. I'm dealing with something."

"Nate." He hadn't used your name in five months. With both paws in the air, "I probably should've asked about the estrogen."

"You should've asked!," you sniped back.

"Look," he hesitated, inhaling deeply. "Don't you think you'd make a better Vixen?" Buzz, buzz. "You Spin Me Right Roun...."

"Lucas, I said give me a fucking minute. I'm having a talk with the missus." The missus! Jesus, did the collie just call you his missus? Does he really feel that way? You could hear Lucas on the other end, "Jesus Christ, it's raining out 'ere. Hurry up." The collie slid the phone closed.

Kaizo looked a little remorseful. Maybe his eyes weren't so bottomless after-all. "Look, I like you Nate." He ran a paw up the shallow of your back where your shoulders met. "I know I can be a dick sometimes: I got that big collie energy." He paused for a smile but got nothing in return. "I actually like you." He coughed under his breath. "But I always pictured myself with a lady." The razr literally buzzed until it fell off the table and now Lucas was ham-fisting the front-door like it owed him money.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Kaizo took a drag from his blunt like a yogi master, channeling the fumes first into his chest and then deep into his lungs. "Look, I've had my fair share of subs: foxes, otters, bears..." He looked at you for the "Oh my," but was met with a wall of silence. "Anyhow, this feels different." He pointed back and forth between you. "I actually like hanging out with you. Watching reruns of stupid shows, your bottom-humor, but if I'm settling down, it's going to be with a lady." Bottom humor? A Lady? What was he even talking about? Was he trying to manipulate you? Was this another psychological mind-fuck? He held the blunt to your lips. "Yeah, I've been streaming us, and frankly, I'm proud of it. You're my project, fox."

You opened your mouth just enough for the collie to slip the blunt between your lips. It felt like a matrimony, like you were saying "I do." but instead of kissing the groom you were sampling some 'killer bud'.

The collie stared back, blinking blankly. "Look, the estrogen...well..I was thinking you'd make a helluva' Vixen?" A Vixen, was he being serious? Was this really his motive for drugging you? There was a part of you that was mad as hell, and another part that was tickled by the idea of being his Vixen.

You heard the front door groan open followed by Lucas and Boots shuffling their shoes off on the doormat. Lucas from down the hall, "A key in a rock. I thought collie's are supposed to be smart." And another voice, "Smart at sheep shagging." They both laughed.

"Can we talk about this tomorrow?," the collie shot a pleading look in your direction.

"I guess so... I mean, I can't have a serious conversation like this." You motioned to your rump and wiggled a little. The collie gave your rump a good thrust, "My Vixen," he repeated making a holophrastic point.

"Hey, this is the play-date I was telling you about." He didn't once mention a play-date, let alone two guys coming over.

The floorboards bowed under the Akita's paws, above them 90 kg of abs and fluff, and above that two blue eyes peeking through an executioner's-hood fur pattern. You had a thing for tricolored dogs—brindles, piebalds and the like, and this Akita was no exception. Next to him stood a lanky snow leopard with purple, almost luminescent rosettes. He reminded you of Hobbes from the titular comic, with his prehensile tail and little coals for eyes. "This," Lucas held a plastic rock in his massive paw, "is a very fake rock...with a key in it. Top-notch security my herding friend," he raised an eyebrow, dropping the rock on the end-table with a hollow thud. "So you couldn't wait 15 minutes? Started the party without us eh? Hey Boots, grab the AV equipment will ya'?"

"Lucas," the collie exclaimed in that back-slapping tone that screams 'I went to a Top Ten' or alternatively spent time in jail. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, all I had to do was break into your house."

Patting your butt, "this here is Nate. You want some?" Was he offering you up? Like hey, have a spin on my old fox? The collie held a roach-clip towards Lucas.

"Nah, I'm good. Took a tab on the way up. Don't like to mix my schedule 1s." He hobbled over to you in what looked like a jaunty dance, sliding his pants off in the process. "Speaking of, where are my manners? I'm Lucas." He held his paw out brashly. "Wait, is that only a dog thing? Do foxes not shake?"

You grabbed his paw and shook like you were turning a door-knob not knowing where it led, "Nice to meet you." God, this is so humiliating—meeting Lucas for the first time with a knot up your ass. You wanted to vanish like a pac-man ghost (you could almost hear the 8-bit sound effect), but instead you felt your cock strain against its cage. Lucas was 190 centimeters, maybe taller, with his waist about level with your forehead from your current position. He had a protruding belly and man-boobs, and if you had read his profile it would surely say, 'dominant dog-daddy. Take me for beers at Chilis.' He was dancing around on one paw, then the other, removing his boxers as his sheath, thick as a Coke can, sprang out in front of your eyes.

Lucas: "Open that muzzle, don't make me wait."

In a few seconds, he held a finger in-front of your muzzle and you saw what looked like a delicate snowflake balancing on it. "Tongue out!" You were a sucker for dog's that bossed you around—your soft fluffy interior screamed 'yes daddy'. Something about an assertive dog barking orders made you want to say, "Yes sir! Right away sir!" Oh, my god, did you say that aloud? Stupid fox. Before you knew it you did exactly as he asked—your tongue sticking out, eyes looking up, practically begging like a 'good boy'. He was wearing a plain-white wife-beater and a gaudy gold chain that said Boss. He placed the snowflake on the center of your tongue and it instantly melted. "Might as well trip with me foxie. You ever take tabs before?" What!? What drug did he just give you? What was it with alpha dogs and forcing drugs down your throat? You were starting to panic. He proceeded to push his finger to the back of your throat, moaning as he felt your throat contract around it. "Suck it." He had the look of a hungry predator, deep concentration packed into two beady eyes. It was the look of a wolf waiting for the right moment to lunge at a bunny. "That's it," he held the back of your head as you began bobbing on his finger, "Show me how you suck a dick." He purred violently which was odd to hear from a canine. Maybe it was a mannerism he picked-up from Boots. God purring is so sexy, especially when a canine does it. It reminded you of this Lynx girl you dated in College.

Meanwhile, the Leopard was stepping over wires, plugging and unplugging cables into a black box. "Hey, chill for a sec you two. I'm fixing the collie's rig." Kaizo cast an annoyed stare across the room. "Look dog, no way we're streaming 'like it's 1999'." He sang that last part like lyrics from Prince's song.

He moved the mouse a little and was floored to see it went straight to the desktop. "Seriously dog, no password? Oh, my garsh, let me do it for you," imitating the voice of the Borzoi from a meme he saw a few weeks ago. He tousled his hair clearly annoyed. The collie barked, "No, I'm never going to remember it; just leave it alone," which was rebuffed with, "I'll write it down."

Lucas, probing your muzzle more intensely now, chimed in, "Pays to date an IT nerd." Boots was so used to his boyfriend calling him a geek or "that guy from Hackers" that he didn't even flinch. Boots typed like he was hammering out the next "Heart Bleed Bug", "So your new password is Knott-Him69," identifying each letter with NATO phonetics. "I'll put it right here for you." The collie groaned like a pair of old pipes, "One more thing to remember...uh, thanks Boots."

The Akita was talking quietly, almost murmuring to himself, but it wasn't meant for his ears. His voice was aimed at one person in the room, you—telling you what a good cocksucker you were, that you were born for this, demanding that you show him what your tongue could do.

Zip, zip, zip, and several canvas flaps fell open. Boots aimed a formidable looking piece of equipment at your face. It looked like a Beretta REC7. "You like cameras fox?" You nodded even though you knew nothing about cameras. "S52X," he rotated his paw so you could see it better, "using a 24mm prime," tapping the lens. "It actually holds its own for being Panasonic. Perfect for this scene." He made a square with his paws, “And you're the star." You nodded the best you could while sucking Luca's finger.

"Oh my god Boots, you're killing the mood. Can you just hurry up." Lucas pulled his finger out of your mouth. "Here let me help."

Kaizo with a toothy grin like he'd just laid-down a pair of Aces, "I'd help if it weren't for this fox's ass in my way..." He motioned to your rump.

Both Lucas and Boots rolled their eyes. They were busy getting the tripods and soft-boxes stood-up—wires everywhere. Boots couldn't help himself—he patted the tripod, "Benro Mach3", raising an eyebrow suspecting he'd impressed you again. "Will you quit it", Lucas grumbled. "He doesn't care that you spent your tax return on camera shit. He's too busy thinking about my cock." At that exact moment, with a loud suctioning sound, Kaizo pulled off of you, his hefty cock swinging in the cold air, twitching like a grandfather clock.

Clasping his paws together, Lucas announced, "I think we're ready to roll. Only...," he looked at his bare wrist, "20 minutes late, but that's called 'delayed gratification' chat.'" He typed using his two index fingers. "U-W-U-U-U-U! C-H-A-T." Boots side-eyed the screen. You could tell he was infinitely pissed that cap-locks were on.

Lucas Typing as Kaizo: "TIME TO BREAK THIS BITCH IN?"

Lucas Typing as Kaizo: "LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE ALREADY STARTED...AND FINISHED."

He panned the camera over to Kaizo's cock which was twitching every few seconds. You swore it kept perfect time.

Wolfer-Nutter: "Look at the cock on that collie!" Slut-boi123: “I'd clean that for him"

Werefox63: “Awyeah, streams heating up"

Before you knew it all 90 kg of Lucas loomed over you, his abs peeking through a layer of dad-flab and love-handles. He had a paw on the back of your head to make a point—'if you're not sucking this cock, I'm going to make you suck it'. He scratched under your chin, reaching his thumb into your mouth, "What a pretty muzzle you have." His balls were massive, probably the largest you'd seen on a dog, and speckled like a hen's eggs. God, you just melted at the sight of a tricolored canine. He widened his stance so you could see and smell him better. You could tell this was something he enjoyed doing—forcing other dogs to smell his junk, to stick their nose in his damp pubes and snoot around like a pig. "See something you like pup?" It smelled glorious—like a fresh jog in cotton underwear. You took a deep ruminative breath with only one intense thought in your head. God, I want to smell like you. I want other dogs to know I was your bitch. The Akita forced your head closer until the opening of his sheath was pressed plumb against your lips. All you had to do was stick your tongue out to taste his sheath. "Well, what are you waiting for?" He held your muzzle, moving it around his sheath in little circles. "This here is a pussy and I'm going to use it like one."

Lucas snarled, "Show me what this pussy is good for."

Lucas's damp sheath against your lips made you think of your first kiss. It wasn't all that different than now: a warm, moist place for your tongue to slip into. It was Freshman year—a punk-girl with pink ear-tips and glossy lipstick. She was half Newfie and...

"Hey are you day-dreaming? I said suck it." He squeezed behind your neck impatiently. You were shy at first, licking like a kitten, tasting his lips, and then eventually parting it with your tongue. You gently poked your tongue into that damp pocket feeling its elasticity and warmth, and how his cock tensed up as you slid your tongue over it. "That's it pup. ahhh, get in there." You licked as deeply as you could, nearly pressing your entire nose into his bushy pubes, slowly teasing out his cock, little-by-little, seducing it into your maw. It was a game to you. A nibble here, a sensual kiss there, and you could feel his sheath filling-up, the head of his cock straining against your tongue, wanting to muscle its way into your maw. He felt under your throat, and squeezing your windpipe said, "You feel that fox? That pussy of yours aching for my cock." You licked more wanting to draw it out like you were teasing prey from its burrow. "Make a tight circle with your lips. Ahh yeah, just like that. Here it comes girl." He thrusted once, his sheath bunching up in-front of your lips and his cock sliding in inch-after-inch. It was like a ship run aground with all its mass pushing towards shore until it stopped just short of your tonsils. He leaned in, practically heaving all of his weight forward, pulling your head against his cock, practically impaling you on it, and yet another inch of Akita slipped past your lips. You felt his cock push your tonsils aside and you immediately wretched. "Mmm, I love when they're still intact. Are those your ovaries?" He felt your throat spasm as the threat of losing your air-pipe became imminent. "I'm gonna' teach you to throat a cock like a champ." He massaged your throat with his paw, feeling his cock expand and thicken in it, feeling your throat struggle to accommodate his girth. Lucas was a third-shift medic, which meant he knew how to push a dog to his limits without breaking him. "Listen to me carefully. Breathe through your nose. There you go, good boy. I've done this thousands of times. You'll be fine." Thousands of times! Who is this dog? What kind of face-fucking-coneesuere are you dealing with? Goddamn, it's so hard to breathe.

You were trying to push Lucas off, but he was having none of it—he simply forced even more of his knot into your muzzle, and with a triumphant pop, it slipped into your maw, your tongue cradling it like an egg. You had tied a few girls back in high school and you wondered if this is how they felt. "Ahhhhh. Hear that? Sound of your pussy accepting its purpose." To your horror you felt his cock pressing against the back of your throat, and with a little jiggle it slid down like a faucet head. He held your head down with tremendous force as you wretched, your lips sealed around the stem of his cock. Lucas ran his finger over the little bump in your throat and flexed to feel it pulse. "That's where I'm going to cream pie. Just keep that muzzle open and I'll do all the work." You were getting lightheaded; either the room was spinning or you were.

Lucas pulled back just enough for you to breathe. Glorious oxygen! You sucked in air like it was on sale. Three full, deep breaths. Lucas tussled your hair, "Don't pass out on me kit." He let you catch your breath for a moment. "Cause I'm just getting started. Now, lick my balls," he widened his stance to give you a better look at those speckled eggs; they were massive and less fluffy than the rest of his body. They almost felt like leather to the touch: damp, musky skin. "Yeah, just like that." You kissed in-between them, sensually smooching all over, licking from the bottom of his scrotum to the base of his knot. You could feel their dampness wiping off on your lips and chin. This was the Akita's ritual. He made a habit of making subs worship his junk. #1. He knew his balls were massive. #2. Any good sub knows to start with the balls. #3 An expert fag would also sniff and lick his pits.

You curled your tongue under his sack, licking from his taint to the center of his scrotum. "Just like that," he snorted. "You know what an urchin is?" You kept licking and cradling those speckled eggs, holding them on your tongue, and first sucking one then both into your mouth. His taste was intoxicating; it was a little sour with a salty finish. "They live off the piss and shit of other animals. That's you, a real urchin." He tussled your hair, placing a paw under your chin. "I want everyone to smell my cock on your breath." He widened his stance a little so you could lick under his balls.

You hadn't noticed at first, but Boots had eased himself onto you, his fluffy paws latched around your waist like grappling-hooks, pulling you closer.

"You ever get topped by a cat?" Lucas thrust his cock back into your maw, pitching his hips forward. It was clearly a rhetorical question.

As Boots pressed his cock against your tail-hole, he let out a fem-boi moan that sputtered into a throaty purr. His cock was barbed like the end of a mace and as he slipped into your ass, you realized it was going to be veritably painful on the way out.

"We're just getting started you little fucktoy." The Akita was humping your muzzle in shallow stabbing motions. You could feel his damp balls slapping against your chin—spit flinging off of them and dripping down your chest. He told you to purse your lips like before. "Yeah, just like that. Good fleshlight." With each thrust he pulled his cock out of your mouth entirely, feeling your lips seal, and then plunging it back into your maw. Inch-after-inch, he thrusted deeper, holding your muzzle in-place with both paws as his knot ballooned before your eyes. All you could see were his hips, thrusting and pulling back, again and again. It was like the great dynamo from the World's Fair. Ding, ding, ding.

Anon_Fox: "Throats a cock like champ."

Kitmaker: "Duh, he's a fox!"

Snowmew: Gifted a sub

Guyfaux12: "ewww sloppy 2nds"

The snow leopard slid more of his length in, "Are you okay foxie?" He pulled back a little and his barbs immediately snagged your insides, tugging at your ass. Oh my god, this cat's gonna tear you up! You were startled by the sensation of his barbs prickling your insides. You squirmed, resisting but it was useless. "I'm only half-way in foxie, here comes the rest." He was longer than the collie: at least 10 inches of cock with a nest of spines at the tip; it was more painful than any knot you'd taken. "Okay foxie almost there...here's the painful part, sorry." He leaned all of his weight into your ass feeling the hilt of his cock open you up, and with all of his barbs catching against your rectum, he pulled it out. You gasped and tried to turn your head to complain or scream for help, but the Akita held your muzzle in-place with two paws, pounding it like a pussy. "Hey faggot, focus on me;" he thrusted harder with each word. "Fleshlights don't fidget."

The leopard slid in and out again and again, his barbs catching on less and less as he bored out a passage. "There you go foxie. See, it wasn't that bad." You suddenly felt bad for every female leopard on Earth. You had no idea sex could be this painful. He grabbed your back-fur using it like a saddle-grip and started ramming his hips against your butt even harder. The whole desk was shaking underneath your paws—shake, shake, shake. You could feel his small damp balls plopping against your own and his cock widening your hole with each thrust.

Ding, ding, ding.

Fluxwuff: "That's Nate. Knew he looked familiar."

Kaizo: "Pretty sure his collar says faggot?"

Anon_Fox: "Way to dox your friend."

Blazefox420: Donated $4.20

"Open up that pussy." Lucas shoved his dick to the back of your throat, his knot filling your mouth. You could feel the tip almost touching your Adam's apple, his knot forcing your jaw open with each thrust.

Boots was thrusting faster too, his thick paws squeezing your inner hips. All three of you "riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave," (Hunter S Thompson), thrusting in unison, your body's howling for release.

Boots was first. "Ahh, ahhh, I'm cumming." He was humping erratically, his scrawny frame bowed over, trembling, 25 centimeters (10 inches) of leopard planted to the root. For a second it felt like someone turned on a hose in your ass.

Kaizo was next. "Godamnnnnm!" He rutted your throat, his cock sliding past your tonsils. You didn't taste anything but felt an explosion in the back of your throat, his cock bobbing up and down, with nowhere to go cum began filling your cheeks. "Now, that's how you breed a pussy." He massaged your throat with his paw, working his way up to where he said he was going to 'throat-pie' earlier. "Swallow it". If his voice could have held up a fist as a sign of victory and a threat it would have.

Kaizo called across the room, "My Vixen," making a heart with his paws, and you felt your own heart backfire like an old beater. His Vixen...it made your heart howl. Yes, I want to be your Vixen! I want to have your pups. You weren't even blushing anymore; you had accepted your role—a sloppy hole for stronger dogs to let off steam in. You would do anything for Kaizo and right now he wanted you to submit to Lucas, to be his slutty Vixen. You wanted it more than anything in your life—to belong to this pack. It might have seemed rough, but to you, this was exactly where you belonged—tail up, on all fours and under the weight of a real dog, submitting to endless breedings.

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Later that evening, the three of you were sprawled-out on the couch, a pedestal-fan scanning the room every few seconds like a sentinel. Kaizo was playing his go-to record and telling a story about how he met the band's bassist in a German sex club in the 90s. You could hear the stylus carving a circular groove into the plastic—it actually sounded louder than the song. Can anyone else hear that? It was an awful sound. 'Shouldn't the song be louder?' Did you say that or did you think it? The music sounded backwards and tinny. "What is this song?," you asked, but there was no response. Could anyone hear you?

"Two, Three-hundred years ago no one knew what they looked like. Mirrors were expensive as hell, and only Popes and royalty owned them." Kaizo handed a long pipe to Lucas, exhaling a web of smoke that hung in the air like Spanish moss.

Lucas: "But you could have a portrait painted."

Kaizo: "Yeah, of course, but it's not a first-hand experience."

Lucas "Umm, okay, and your point is?"

Kaizo: "I'm just saying, you had to trust others to know what you looked like. Lucas: "You're high as hell."

Kaizo pointed to a painting of an old dog on the wall: shaggy epaulets on his shoulders and a thin saber at his side—his nose was crooked and so were his ears. "That's my great, great, great grandfather. Fought in the Therian War of 1907." You stared at the painting. You could have sworn it blinked at you. The dog in the painting looked exactly like Kaizo, so much so that you wanted to cover it with a towel or avoid its gaze altogether. Did it just blink again? Maybe the collie was immortal. Maybe he was secretly a vampire or a werewolf, and the dog in the painting was actually him. You could have sworn the dog wasn't smiling a second ago. "Yep, he looks just like me," he smiled, pointing at the portrait.

"Wonder if he was a big fag like you too?" The Akita tapped his paw playfully against Kaizo's, which made you aware of not one but four heavy paws in your lap. Kaizo snorted, "Shut-up, remember blowing me last year? Who was the fag then?" He pushed his paws back against Lucas'.

Lucas: "Not fair, I was on X."

Kaizo: "Excuses, excuses. Took a little molly and turned into half-a-fag. Story as old as time." The collie stuck his tongue out.

Kaizo: "Hey, you done with that?," pointing at the pipe in Lucas' paw.

Boots from the kitchen, "Boys, almost done with your drinks.

You felt the mass of their paws on your lap, their toes twitching occasionally, and their fuzzy hocks shifting like grains of sand. You scooped up their paws, feeling them squirm between your palms.. "Can you let me out, please." You humped desperately between their pads.

Kaizo: "I don't know..."

Lucas: "Oh come on man, let the little guy out. Look at him. He's been good. Plus, it could be his last." Your last what? What did that even mean? What the hell was Lucas talking about?

With a deep sigh the collie pulled a nylon cord over his neck; on it was your key, glinting in the living room's light. "You know, he's gonna' be asking for it all the time now." Kaizo leaned in breathing on your cage as he futzed with the lock. “This goddamn damn thing." Fidget, fidget. “Hold still!" The last time you felt warm breath on your penis was when your ex blew you back in SoHo: the thought of it now gave you a stiffie. He slid your cage off and your chubby immediately grew to a throbbing 11 centimeters (under 4 inches) from where your knot began to the tip of your cock: it was definitely smaller than you remembered and a little crooked like a baby-banana. "Here," the collie put the cord around your neck, "hold onto this for me." You could feel the cold, flat surface of the key against your chest—the control that one male has over another transferring its cold outline into your skin. This must be what it feels like to own another male—to wear their sexual frustration around your neck like a badge of honor, knowing you could easily end their suffering if you wanted.

Your cock was throbbing between their paws, and each time it throbbed, it rubbed against their pads making it throb more. Your knot was the size of a golf-ball and bunched up in its sheath.

Lucas laughed, "You were right. It looks like a gross mushroom."

"I told you! It's a real eye-sore," Kaizo shouted back feeling vindicated.

Lucas: "How long has he been in that thing anyhow?"

Kaizo: "Hell if I know. You think I'm keeping a jailhouse tally? If he cums or not is insignificant to me." Insignificant! Is that how he felt about your pleasure? You whimpered, feeling those heavy paws on all sides of you, damp musk rubbing over your little balls.

Your cock wasn't even moving, it was just bobbing in-place. You could feel your loins swelling, getting closer to the edge with each spasm.

Kaizo: "Be a shame if we ruined it for you." He began to pull away. Nooo, please let me cum. I can't stand it anymore! Ahhhhhhh!

Lucas: "Be nice for a change. You're such a meanie."

Kaizo ran a toe up your frenulum, pausing to watch your cock bob and drool like a Pavlovian dog.

"Uhhh, uhhh, I'm getting close."

Lucas was barely moving his paw. He had these long, flat pads that fanned out towards his toes. They were at least 10 centimeters (4 inches) thick—thicker than the length of your entire shaft. "Ahhhh ahhhh fuckkkk." You closed your eyes as your buttocks tightened. His paws looked like they belonged on a marsupial; they were exotic like that. The thought of them alone nearly made you cum, let alone having them in your lap. God, they're so beautiful and thick. You just wanted to caress and kiss them.

Lucas: "Are my paws that hot?"

Kaizo: "He's a paw-slut, what did you expect?"

Lucas: "Guess he's cleaning up the mess later." He stared at you intently.

Kaizo: "I heard cum's good for paws, like a natural moisturizer."

Lucas: "Guess a bottom's good for something." They both snickered.

The orgasm rattled through your body like a commuter train. You thrusted your little cock in-between their soft pads, "ahh, ahhhh," literally going blind for a half-a-minute. It felt like it lasted several minutes, your whole body tensing up, and releasing—six months of your cum spilling onto their paws. It was definitely a cum water-fountain. You could feel the exact part of your brain where the dopamine hit, and all of a sudden the pleasure was washing over you, flowing from that tiny part of your brain, down your spine and to the tips of your fingers. It was like a fuse was lit in your loins.

Kaizo: "Say my name."

Nate: "Kaizo!!!"

Kaizo: "Say it louder."

Nate: "KAIZO!!!!"

Kaizo: "That's right Faggot. Don't forget it."

Kaizo: “Bark for me!"

Nate: "Woooooof!"

Kaizo: “Louder faggot!" Puddy in his hands.

Nate: "uwuuuuuuuu!"

The collie had a huge smile from ear-to-ear (and they say dogs can't smile). "That was almost worth it. Look, he barely came?" Kaizo held his paw to your lips, your cock still twitching effetely, a little puddle of your ejaculate on his toe. Without saying a word you kissed his toe, slipping it into your maw and cleaning it with your tongue. You licked from the base to the tip of his toe feeling his fuzzy hairs prickle your nose as they slid past your lips. As soon as the collie put his paw down, the Akita's was up in your face.

Lucas: "Me too. Ahhh, yeah. just like that."

Lucas: "We could make a fortune with this paw-washer."

Boots: "Hey guys. So, I have a "Dirty Vixen" for you.

Lucas: "For me?," with a wise-ass grin on his face.

Boots: "Don't be silly, you're not a Vixen." He handed the martini to Nate who was still cleaning Lucas' paw.

Lucas: "Should have called it a 'Quick Vixen'"

Kaizo: Giggling, "Or the 'Quick Brown Fox'.'"

Boots: "Be nice guys. An Aperol Spritz for the collie. I call this one the 'Red Knot' 'cause I added a little grenadine." He winked at Kaizo.

Kaizo: "Danke."

Kaizo: Swirling his drink. “You ever notice how Labradorite looks like a Lab's knot?"

Lucas: “What are we in Geology class suddenly? How high are you?" shaking his shoulders.

Boots: “And a Negroni for my hubby, cause it's the only cocktail he'll drink."

Boots: "And for me, my own signature mocktail. Still throwing around names. Maybe a 'Moscow-Mew'?"

You and the boys drank several of Boot's cocktails that evening, just four naked animals listening to records and getting high on the collie's sofa, a pile of fluff and paws, indistinguishable from one another.

You looked at the clock on the wall, 3 am, and then over to Lucas and Boots who were snoring on the sofa. How did this happen? How did it get so late? It felt like it was only 10 pm a few minutes ago. Scanning the room a second time and Kaizo was nowhere to be found. You looked back at the clock and the hour hand was pointing at 12 am and the minute hand was running laps around the face like it was a relay race.

Goddamn, you had to pee so bad. The floor seemed to tilt and warble underneath your paws like it was a living organism, like you were standing on the back of a scaly dragon. You stumbled up only to lose your balance and sink back into the couch. You tried again, slowly finding your footing this time, and holding your arms out like you were walking a tightrope. There was a light at the end of hallway; it looked like the opening of a cave and in it a smoldering campfire—yellow flickering flames kissing the limestone walls, which you imagined were etched with crude Paleolithic drawings—wildebeests being chased by shadowy stick-figures. You walked towards the cave, but you felt trapped, held back by darkness like it was a gossamer web. You kept walking but you didn't move at all. It was like you were walking against a current, or some dark force was holding you back.

And suddenly, as if by some divine act of prestidigitation, like God plucked you from one spot and dropped you in another, you were right at the mouth of the cave looking in. It wasn't as Paleolithic as you had imagined. It wasn't even a cave! It was just a dated bathroom with pink tiles and lace curtains. You breathed a sigh of relief, pushing away thoughts of cavemen and wildebeests. And suddenly, the collie appeared out of nowhere, stradling the threshold with his paws on either side of the doorway.

The collie swept his tail across the floor like he was lighting a match. "You don't wanna' look in the mirror right now."

Nate: "What! Why?"

Kaizo: "I'm guessin' that you're tripping balls right 'bout now? If you're fucked up, it's just not a good idea."

Nate: "I really have to pee though." You did a little 'I-have-to-pee' dance. “Who puts a mirror above the toilet anyhow?"

Kaizo: "Close your eyes and come 'ere," he put a paw around your shoulder. "I'll aim for you."

Kaizo: “Ever read Ramond Carver? Cathedral?"

Nate: "Who?"

Kaizo: "Ahhh, never-mind. I had a lot of time to read in the pen." Jesus, did the collie just say he spent time in prison? What could he have done? "Come on, close your eyes, trust me." He took baby-steps with you, little-by-little, his paws virtually scooping yours up from behind. All you could see were the fleshy insides of your eyelids and objects that appeared as dark or light shades of pink. The collie felt from your flabby breasts down to your hips, and ever so gently squeezed your sheath between his fingers, pulling it back enough for you to feel cold air. Squeezing your fluffy breasts and love-handles, Kaizo said, "Who's my beautiful Vixen?" You couldn't see him or yourself but he was watching your inverted image in the mirror. You felt him angle your penis down, sliding it further out of its sheath, more cold air nipping at your privates. "Go ahead, let it rip." It was going to be hard to do anything with him holding your cock like this. Plus, you had a phobia about peeing in public—urinals, troughs, and the such, and found it especially difficult to relieve yourself for this reason.

Nate: "I don't know if I can."

Kaizo: "Of course you can. I normally count sheepies. That should do the trick. 1, 2, 3."

Nate: "No, I mean I have a hard time...oh, never mind. Guess I really had to go."

Kaizo: "Look at that. Just like a racehorse. Who knew so much pee could come from such a tiny thing."

Nate: "I guess I'm more comfortable with you than I thought."

Kaizo: “Glad I've passed public bathroom status."

Steam rose off the bowl like a pot of udon noodles as the collie angled your stream to the center of the bowl. "Keep 'em closed. Don't wantchya' freaking out. My friend Eddie once looked at himself in the mirror on salts and was convinced for the better part of a night that he was an ancient demon."

Nate: "Jesus, yeah, count me out...."

Nate: Yawning and stretching his arms. “Guess I'll head to the kennel after this. Sleep it off."

Kaizo: "The kennel's for mutts. Perfect for the next needy fag we meet at the bar, but if you're gonna' be my Vixen, you sleep with me from now on." He gave your package a little shake, flicking the last drops of urine into the porcelain pool, and pretended to zip up pants that weren't there.

His room was a cavern—groaning pipes running lengthwise to exposed timber, and a pesky blue light that beaconed every few seconds (maybe another webcam?). It was dark in his room, but inside, your heart was glowing like hot coals. You thought, one day, maybe you could be Kaizo's Vixen, but not just his make-believe Vixen, but his physically, anatomically correct Vixen. Your heart leapt a clip.

With his sheath bunched up against your hole, the collie held your tiny package in one veritable claw, "If you're going to be my Vixen, this has to go." He held it knowing that if he wanted to he could sever it from your body with one simple motion. He shook it around hearing it plop nebbishly from one thigh to the other, sticking to your legs vestigially like a bug squished against a windshield. With almost no effort he slid his cock, knot and all, into your ass, opening it up like a pocket. You could feel that he wasn't even hard. It was mostly his thinly padded Baculum living in you rent-free. "Vixen's don't get to keep their balls. Lucas knows a few surgeons that are practically artists. We can look at programs tomorrow." He kissed the nape of your neck; to the French it was a good by kiss, to the Americans a last dance, but regardless of what it was called, it sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively knew it was Kaizo's way of saying 'kiss your cock goodbye cause you're my Vixen now'. You could hear and feel him breathing on you and as time passed it became heavy, open-mouthed breathing, eventually turning to a low-throated snore. He occasionally would wake from his slumber and holophrasticly repeat, "My Vixen, My Vixen," as if he were willing your manhood out of existence, saying it until it became an undeniable truth. It didn't matter that he was snoring or that he was squeezing your package between two razor claws, or even that you had 17 cm (7 inches) of collie in your ass, you slept like a baby that evening. You wanted to show him what true love was, that love sometimes demands a blood sacrifice, and that you were willing to make that sacrifice. You laid there perfectly still, thinking about your future with this assertive collie, and feeling his outline hug yours like a crescent moon.