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You climb the steps up onto the unfortunately familiar porch of the unfortunately familiar house. The neighborhood itself is okay, and the outside is perfectly well kept. It's the anthro women waiting inside that bother you. And the fact they're making you wait.

You hit the doorbell again. You want this final visit to be over as fast as possible. It's taken you 20 weeks to get here, give or take a few days. 20 weeks of coasting on your savings and foodstamps while you did their 'work.' 20 weeks of 14-hour days, 16 on the weekends. You did the math when they first told you how much you owed. Doing it in your head surprised them -- maybe that's why they agreed to up your overtime 'pay'.

They were all too happy to have you on the weekends.

"Come on..." you groan, jabbing the button again and again. "Open up so we can get this over with!"

You jump back when the door flies open to reveal a huge German Shepherd; you hope Patricia didn't hear you. Her scowl makes you worry, but her words give you an odd sense of relief.

"We heard you the first time!" she says. Her frown deepens as she looks down at you. "Why the fuck are you dressed like that?"

It occurs to you now that the ATF agent isn't in her usual attire. Gone are her basic off-duty T-shirt and jeans, replaced by slacks and some kind of low-cut dress shirt.

"We told you to dress nice!" she barks, crossing her arms.

"This is nice," you say, gesturing down to your outfit. "It's clean."

The shepherdess growls, her tenor deep. You flinch, recognizing the tone. A few months ago you would've curled up in a ball at her warning growl, but now it only gives you pause. You stare her in the eye like you've been doing the past few weeks. You're still afraid, but letting her know that only makes her mock you. Which is even worse than the growling.

"Daniel!"

You look down as Pat gets shoved aside, Jennifer pushing into the doorway. The fox's expression is much warmer, but her gaze is still a little disapproving as she looks you over.

"Don't wear out my doorbell," she says, before turning her fluffy tail to you. "Come on inside, we're almost ready."

You follow the fox into her home. The inside is similar to the outside, everything laid out tastefully and neat. Whatever's cooking smells great, but it doesn't make you any happier to be here. You notice that Jennifer is also dressed nicer than usual. Her shawl is frilly, like the one she wore while doing the Mayoral meet and greet at the Museum.

Internally, you sigh. You almost lost your mind that night. Instead of the usual salacious fare, Jennifer had you on her arm. She paraded you around in front of patrons, talking about what a good 'assistant' you were. You almost would've preferred to be strapped down naked in her office.

If you made it through that, you can make it through this. One last time.

"I thought since this would be your last night with us, we'd do something special," Jennifer says. She disappears into the kitchen while Pat shoves you into your chair.

"But clearly you didn't care..." the shepherdess growls, sitting down across from you. It's tempting to tell her you don't. You've got enough presence of mind to keep your mouth shut; you've already pissed her off with your outfit, the last thing you need is her starting early. The only upside to this whole arrangement has been Jennifer's occasional cooking.

The fox doesn't disappoint. She returns with steak and wine, served on old, foreign china. You tune her out as she goes over their long and complicated history. But just to be safe, you look up and nod every once in a while. You feel a little bad, since Jennifer's mainly talking to herself. Patricia is about as interested in the cultural origin of the dishware as you are, much more engrossed in her steak. Considering what she's fed you, you're not surprised; you weren't sure you'd ever get the taste of her 'chicken tartare' off your tongue.

That's why you groan when Jen asks her to go get her treats.

"You got something to say, perp?" the shepherdess asks, looming over you as she stands.

"N-no," you manage. "J-just full, that's all..."

"My ass that's what it is," she says. She spins your chair around to face her, sticking a claw under your chin. "C'mon, Danny, tell me. Got something to say?"

You cringe; you hate when people call you that. She smiles.

"What's the matter, you rather I call you 'bi--'"

"Enough, Patricia!"

The shepherdess turns to Jennifer with a growl in her throat. They stare at each other for a moment, but the ATF agent relents in the end. As she slips away to the kitchen, you feel the shawl-coated fox slip beside you.

"She's just a little unhappy that she's not going to see you anymore," Jennifer hums, rubbing your shoulders.

"Too bad for her," you say. The fox winces.

"I know you just want to be done, Daniel. But consider... relaxing. Having fun."

She kisses you on the cheek.

"Might go faster if you enjoy it."

You give her a non-committal grunt. She sighs, and sits down beside you.

"Here, you might enjoy this," she says, pulling out a small pen with a flourish. It's fancy, some sort of jewel sitting at the top. "It just came in this week. It's a stylus, used by the royal accountants of Ur 6000 years ago."

The jewel is purple, just like her eyes. Glittery, just like her eyes.

"I thought you'd like it, since you're a mathematician."

Glittery, just like her eyes. Pretty, just like her eyes.

"But now, Daniel, I'd like you to give in."

Pretty, just like her eyes. Commanding, just like her eyes.

You hear Patricia return, but her words lose their meaning.

"Did it work?" she asks. Her voice is melodious.

"Think so," Jennifer says, "give it a try."

"Daniel," the shepherdess asks. You turn to her; you didn't realize how attractive that dress shirt was until now.

"Put your hands on your head," she says, voice like running water. You do so eagerly, a large smile on your face. It makes her laugh, which makes your heart soar.

"It totally worked," she says, handing something off to Jennifer. She shifts behind you, taking off your shirt as the fox pulls in front of you. Jennifer's smile is divine as she presents a collar to you, little brass studs dotting the brown leather.

"There's your 'treat,' perp," Patricia says behind you, taking the collar and pulling it snug.

"Is that really necessary?" Jennifer asks, watching the shepherdess click a lead into place. You wait obediently for her to finish testing it, giving you a few tugs.

"No, but it makes it much more fun," the shepherdess chuckles. Jennifer offers a smaller one; you hope you can make her laugh.

"Fair. Watch the language, though. He might wake up if you push too hard."

You don't know what they mean, and you don't care. All you want to do is serve them. It's all you've ever wanted. You hope they get that as you smile up at them. They turn their chairs around and sit down, chuckling quietly.

"Is he gonna look like that all the time?" Patricia asks.

"Not sure," Jennifer says, stroking your leash. "Maybe. Probably not after it's over, but maybe."

"Guess we have to cover him up, then," Pat chuckles. "Daniel, get on the floor!"

You scramble to the floor, letting her direct you between them on your knees. You don't flinch when their heels rest on your shoulders and their paws on your face. Patricia grabs a plate from the table and shows it to you; a piece of pie sits on it, the warm, fresh smell just barely there beneath the intoxicating scent of pawpads.

"Which would you rather have, Daniel," the shepherdess asks, "the pie, or our paws?"

"Paws."

Jennifer's laughter is warm, while Patricia almost cackles.

"Good," the fox says, brushing your hair with her digits. "It might be close to dinner, but we'll let you have dessert now."

The fox and the hound press their paws to your lips, black pads and fine fur engulfing your face.

"Lick," Patricia says.

"Massage," Jennifer adds.

You do so eagerly, grabbing their feet and pressing them tight to your face. The texture of their pads against your cheeks is wonderful. You appreciate the small differences between them now, things you'd overlooked before. How Patricia's are hot and rough while Jennifer's are soft and cool, how their scents are just a little different. You turn your face from paw to paw, pressing kisses to their big pads before giving them broad licks. They laugh as you savor their taste on your tongue.

"You like that?" Patricia asks you, grabbing your nose between her digits.

"Yes," you breathe between her toes. You bury your face in her large sole, scraping your skin against hers and lapping at her. Jennifer's paws squeeze at the side of your face and your neck as she lets out a satisfied coo. The scrape of silverware against plates fills the air; the only thing you care about is getting more time with their paws.

"It's not quite the same when he's actually enjoying it," you hear Patricia say. She twinges when you latch onto her sole and suck, proving that you really do love it.

"Patricia..." Jennifer scolds.

"What? Don't tell me you did like when he was squirming."

"Yes, but look at how enthusiastic he is!"

You plant a few wet, sloppy kisses on the shepherdess' pawpad to prove the fox's point.

"See? Would he have done that before?"

"If I made him," Patricia mutters. She pries your hand off her foot and repositions it lower, her toes pressing against your lips. "Suck on 'em, footrest."

Jennifer scolds her again, but you gladly take the dog's digits into your mouth. The way her dull claw scrapes against your roof is a little uncomfortable, but it's well worth having her sweaty, musty taste coat your tongue and cheeks. You dig your tongue into her toepad, the scrape of her rough flesh on yours sending shivers down your spine. You see it send shivers down hers as well, her eyes going wide as she looks down at you.

"I-it's fine," she says to the fox, wiggling her toe in your mouth. "See, he's doing fine."

"Then you won't mind if I --"

"No!"

You pause at the shepherdess' shout. But her eyes aren't on yours, so you keep sucking. She'd never hurt you, after all.

Above you, Jennifer chuckles.

"...Just let him finish all my toes..." the shepherdess grumbles.

When Patricia pulls her final digit from your mouth with a pop, Jennifer cups your face with her own soft paws, turning you to face her. She sighs dreamily as your nose slips between her toes, and you offer her one back, huffing in the strong scent of her fur. She squeezes around your face when you begin licking, her taste a little less sweaty than Patricia's. The shepherdess runs her footpaws through your hair, her claws digging into your scalp while you lap at the fox's feet.

"Do you like this, Daniel?" Jennifer asks.

"Yes," you sigh.

"Do me a favor, Daniel -- call me and Ms. Birch 'mistress' until we tell you to stop, okay?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good boy."

The words make you moan. You pull her foot down and mouth one of her toes, sucking eagerly. The fox jumps above you, letting out another chuckling coo as she looks down.

"My my, so eager..." she says. She takes a bite of pie, gently swirling her toe around your mouth while her other foot rubs your cheek.

"Isn't this nice, Daniel?" she asks. "Don't you like this?"

Your reply is muffled, but she understands as you nod.

"Maybe you should think about doing it more often," she sighs. If there wasn't a delicious bean in your mouth, you'd tell her that you'd like to. The fox hums and coos as you work your way along her toes, giving each the love and care they deserve. You wish she'd let you do it forever, but she pulls her paw away with the scrape of silverware on ceramic.

"We're finished with dessert, Daniel," Jennifer says. The anthro women stand, and you feel Patricia tug on your leash. "Are you ready to move to the main course?"

"Yes, mistresses."

They waste no time, leading you along the familiar path to the bedroom. You've spent many nights under the canopy of the large four-poster bed; you hope to spend many more beneath the silky sheets.

"What are you thinking?" Patricia asks the fox as she pulls you along.

"The usual, I guess. One at a time, tease him a bit, that sort of thing."

"...God, it's weird talking about it in front of him like this."

You don't know what she means, but it makes Jennifer chuckle. The fox flicks the lights down low when you reach the bedroom, going over to the counter while Patricia pulls you to the side of the bed. You wait obediently as she undoes her slacks and cuffs your hands behind your back. Jennifer doesn't object, filling the room with ambiance and the scent of lavender as she lights candles.

"There's been a little change of plans, Daniel," the shepherdess says, kicking off her pants. "We've got some, uh, 'appetizers' before the main course."

You can't wait. You nod up at her, saying "Great! What'll it be?"

The look she gives you is a little strange, like she can't quite believe your enthusiasm. The shepherdess doesn't answer you right away, positioning you up against the bed. She takes a few thick tomes from a bookshelf and has you sit on them; Jennifer watches the whole thing with a smirk, shrugging off her shawl and shirt. She and Patricia share a look before the shepherdess turns back to you, looking down from high above you. It takes a moment for you to get your words as you admire her, the mocha-colored fur of her big legs enticing.

"What will we be having, Mistress Patricia?"

Her bushy tail brushes your face as she turns around and lifts the hem of her shirt; she tips your head back onto the edge of the bed before pulling her panties tight.

"You'll be having '_ass_etizers'," she says as she sits down, smothering you under her ass. Your moan of pleasure is muffled as she shifts around, settling into place on your face. Her thick, bare thighs press against your shoulders as she lets her weight sink down on you, pressing you deeper into her cushiony cheeks. You want so badly to reach up and stroke them, but she hasn't asked for it yet.

"You always have been such a good cushion..." she mutters as she shifts around just a little bit more, nice and stable now. "I bet you've always liked this, haven't you?"

Patricia chuckles at your quiet response; you can barely hear Jennifer joining in.

"Just give me a tap, ass-cushion. One for yes, two for no."

You try, but the cuffs on your wrists dig in. The shepherdess coos at your struggles, bouncing a little with your movements.

"That's okay, Daniel," she says. "I know you love it. Now be a good chair while I get undressed."

You tense beneath Patricia as she shifts, every movement on your face bringing you exquisite pleasure. A hand grips your pants, feeling you strain against them.

"He really does love it," you hear Jennifer say, quiet and distant. Patricia's chuckles are much closer as your pants are unzipped. You moan into the shepherdess' ass when Jennifer frees your cock, taking stifled breaths of panty-sweat when she puts her paws on it.

"Hey, I didn't get that when I sat on your face!" Patricia says, grinding on your nose. "You like my ass or what?"

You attempt to nod, but you can barely move your head. Not only because there's a sizable shepherdess on your face, but also from how far back your neck is craned. You have to let her know, though. She jumps when you latch onto her panties with your lips, sucking her scent right out of them. Jennifer chuckles somewhere far off.

"That's better," Patricia grumbles, settling back down. She shudders a little at your continued ministrations; you nose around her ass as much as you can, sucking on every part you can reach. You even get a little fur sometimes. It's difficult to maintain your concentration as Jennifer squeezes your dick, rubbing in long, slow strokes. You can't even tell if it's her hand-paws or her foot-paws.

She pulls them away when Patricia lifts up just a little, letting you breathe.

"T-thank you, Mistress," you pant, "I was just starting to get light-hea --"

Patricia drops her weight back on your face, muffling your words with fur and fat.

"Shush," she says, grinding you into place. "Start licking."

After a moment of acclimating to her amazing ass, you realize there's no layer of fabric between you. Patricia's panties are gone, giving you full access to her innermost depths and all that they possess. Fine fur, a strong scent, and her tantalizing taste.

"Hey!" she bounces, "I said, 'start licking!'"

You whine, getting to doing just that -- until Jennifer freezes you one or two strokes in.

"Like this," she teases, breath hot on your cock. Her tongue creeps slowly up your shaft, every inch sending a shock through you. A stifled moan escapes you as your dick twitches against her muzzle; she chuckles, starting again from the base. Patricia growls above you, setting more of her weight on you, closing the little breathing gap that you have millimeter by millimeter.

Her sweaty, rich taste helps you focus a little. You slide your tongue deep along her fine-furred crevice, lapping up her scented sweat. The shepherdess groans and rocks with your movements, battering you with slow waves of pleasurable pressure. You just reach her pucker when you feel something warm and tight engulf your member.

You can hear the fox's muffled chuckle even from beneath Patricia's ass.

"Jennifer fuck off!" Pat yells. "He just got started!"

The fox chuckles again; the vibrations make your dick tingle. You take a quick breath before shoving your lips to Patricia's asshole. She freezes as you moan against it, the fox's mouth making it impossible not to. Then the shepherdess presses down hard, grinding herself on your lips. Your tongue slides out of its own accord, flickering across her wrinkles. The strength of her taste almost overpowers the strength of Jennifer's maw.

Comparisons could be made with how wet and ridged they both are.

You're about halfway into Patricia's asshole when Jennifer gives you a bit of teeth. Your yelp sounds strange muffled by shepherdess cheeks, but the anthros recognize it all the same. Patricia growls and grinds down harder on you, chasing your tongue as it recedes. You feel her shudder when it pops out, but she still groans in exasperation.

"Why did you do that?" she says. You attempt to respond, but she bounces on your face. "Not you, Daniel, Jennifer!"

"He was close to cumming," the fox says; you didn't realize she was off your cock.

"Oh, was he?"

You blink and gasp as the shepherdess lifts up from your face. The relief on your neck is nice, but it's short-lived. Patricia scoops you up under the chin and growls in your face, her tits hanging low.

"You know the rules," she says, "No cumming till we say. Your... condition doesn't change that."

Jennifer stands behind her, licking a little precum from her lips. At some point she stripped down as well, her white fur a soft yellow in the candlelight.

"How about we switch, Patricia?" she asks. The shepherdess turns to her with a growl, letting go of your face. "You could be the one to make sure he's not cumming."

Patricia pauses, then nods as a devilish grin spreads across her face. You catch your breath as they switch places, Jennifer's bushy tail brushing your face as she climbs onto the bed beside you. You're eager to serve, but boy, can it be tiring.

"Come up here, Daniel," the fox says. You obey, finding her on her stomach. Her tail lifts out of the way, exposing her cream-colored cheeks; the look on her face is all the direction you need. Jennifer coos when you crawl up behind her and press your face in her ass, burrowing your nose into her crease. You wish your hands weren't cuffed so you could hug her hips and get further in.

"What a good boy, knowing exactly what to do," she says, wiggling against you. "Give me some kisses, Daniel."

You taste the jasmine perfume she uses in her fur. Her cheeks aren't as big as Pat's, but there's a certain softness the fox has that she doesn't. Whether or not it's from Jennifer's fur, you're not sure. The fox jumps when you bite into her, giggling madly and bucking against your face.

"So eager," she says, letting her tail drape back down on top of you. "Go ahead, get nice and deep!"

You slip your face back into her fluffy valley with a groan, the feeling exquisite. You huff her scent as you nod in as deep as you can, the warm feeling of her fur spreading to your insides. When you poke your tongue out, though, you find yourself far from the bottom. Jennifer makes a quiet whine, shimmying against you to no avail.

"Patricia?" she says. "Care to help?"

The shepherdess chuckles; you feel a huge foot-paw on the back of your head, her toes curling in your hair before she puts her weight on you. Jennifer gasps as you slip deep between her cheeks, your nose bottoming out a little sharply. Patricia chuckles again, probably at the fox now.

"That help?" she asks.

"Y-yeah, that does. Now, Daniel lick --"

The fox yelps again as Patricia starts grinding your head along her crack. You help her out, happy that she's so enthusiastic, even if she's not the one you're servicing right now.

"There, that's even better, isn't it?" the shepherdess says. You're too busy probing Jennifer's depths to respond, letting Patricia do the nuzzling and grinding for you. Only when the fox groans do you realize the question wasn't for you. Patricia kneels down close, one furry leg going across your back. The occasional breaths she allows are filled with the fox's scent, since she turns your head sideways rather than pulling it back. You don't mind, of course; Jennifer's sounds of pleasure and the self-satisfied chuckling and muttering from the shepherdess are good enough for you.

Jennifer gasps as your nose falls into her deep divot.

"Right there! Right there!"

Patricia leans on you with a growl, jostling your head up so your lips fall into the depression instead.

"That about right, ass-cushion?" she asks. You give her a muffled groan in response -- but manage to still tap her leg, the one across your waist. Your signs for 'yes', 'no', and 'air!' were burned into your mind many sessions ago.

Patricia grunts like she usually does, acknowledging you just enough so you don't worry. Then she takes her foot off you. Your body gasps reflexively, taking in more of Jennifer's musky scent. You don't have a chance to question why before her weight is on you again, sending you back into the fox's depths. You're not as deep as before, so there's enough room for you to tease the fox's asshole with your tongue. It's as Jennifer moans that you realize what Patricia's doing on top of you.

"Keep going," the shepherdess says, stroking herself along the back of your head. "Don't you stop until we say, perp."

You've got no intention of doing so. Serving them is what you need to do, it's what you've always wanted to do. And Jennifer's powerful taste makes it easy. You slather her rim with saliva, feeling her shudder and try to pull you in. She begins to buck beneath you; Patricia responds above, grinding down harder. Somewhere in it all you can hear their pleasured moans. Jennifer's reach a crescendo when you finally press your tongue into her pucker, flickering against it. You can feel her trying to grip your tongue, pulling at it every time you pass over her divot.

Even if you rarely can catch a small, scent-laden breath, you're in bliss. Your mistresses are pleased, you're doing your duty, and you're exactly where you're supposed to be. Jennifer moans below you when you start licking in time with her and Patricia's grinding, their hips encapsulating your head in warm ecstasy. Your tongue dips into her with every squeeze the two give you, but it doesn't stay there. You're the only one that can hear the quiet noises of saliva and muscle, but the fox can certainly feel the effects.

She catches your tongue after a time; your head is immobilized between their hips, leaving you with nowhere to go but deeper. Even with all your prework and teasing, Jennifer is still tight when you press your tongue into her. Her high-pitched squeak cuts through the fur and flesh encasing your head. She lets out a few more smaller ones when you push in and out, sucking on her the whole while. Jennifer bounces back and forth as your tongue slowly fills her, Patricia's weight on top of you ensuring you're in up to the hilt.

The shepherdess grinds on you the whole time, giving you an extra millimeter or two of travel. She seems reluctant to end it, struggling with her words when she lifts off you.

"J-Jen, he's -- he's humping the bed."

The fox only groans in response; she yelps when you're pulled from her ass with a quiet pop. She whirls around with a fierce look in her eyes. Luckily, they're not trained on you.

"Patricia!"

"He was going to cum!" the shepherdess says, dumping you back onto the bed.

"So was I!"

"He needs discipline! We didn't say he could do it!"

"He doesn't need discipline, Patricia, he's hyp--"

"Mistresses?" you say. They turn to you, struggling to stifle their panting; you're not sure why their eyes are so wide.

"I -- I can always start again," you say. "I hope I can get you to cum again, a-at least."

The two anthros look at each other, still panting. Their ears slowly rise as a grin spreads across their muzzles.

"I think you can," Patricia says. She shoves you onto your front and fiddles with the cuffs around your wrists before groaning.

"Jen, on the dresser," she says. She strokes your hair, oddly gentle.

"What do you want first?" the fox says. The bed creaks a little when she gets back on, her movements on the cloth frantic.

"His dick," Patricia says; the cuffs come off with a click. "Need to remind him who decides when it explodes..."

They flip you to your back with frightening speed. The way Jennifer mounts your face without hesitation tells you exactly how much they need you, and how well you were doing. You let yourself smile as the fox settles on your face and the shepherdess presses down on your cock. She's wet already, smearing you with her juices as she grinds along your length.

"Yeah, that's right," she says, "twitch down there. But don't cum. Not yet."

Jennifer huffs, slipping her paws beneath your head. You stroke her thighs as she guides you right back to her backdoor, dropping more weight when she feels your lips brush against it.

"Lick it again," she says, grabbing your hands. "Lick it nice and deep, Daniel."

You skip the foreplay this time and prod at her right away. Jennifer stiffens above you, her fingers twining tight with yours. You feel her shift with every waggle of your tongue and every minute nuzzle of your nose. Her thighs tense on your arms as you plunge deeper, one thrust at a time.

Patricia's incessant grinding only adds to your own arousal, as does the firm grip she has on your sides. You yelp into Jennifer's ass when the shepherdess cups the head of your cock, drawing it away from your pelvis. She strokes it with every twitch you give her, slathering her excitement all over it. You gasp when she lifts up; you know what's coming next.

"Not yet," the shepherdess growls, guiding your tip to her lips. You groan in sync as she lets your head slip in. Jennifer joins in, relaxing atop you in an effort to pull you deeper. The anthros' groans are the only ones filling the room; yours just excites Jennifer even more.

"Fuck, Daniel..." she groans, her claws digging into your hands. You wheeze when she starts bouncing. Each drop pushes your tongue a hair deeper, bruises your nose a hair more, and elicits another pleasured pant from the facesitting fox. What it doesn't do is give you a chance to breathe. You were already getting lightheaded, and this certainly isn't helping. Though you desperately want to serve, you have to signal for air. Jennifer doesn't notice your shaking hands for a few bounces; she's reluctant to lift up when she does.

"I'm -- sorry -- Jennifer --" are the first words out of your mouth as you pant. She doesn't respond right away, shifting. Her legs squeeze your arms as she shifts into place, putting her hands on your chest for stability.

Patricia drops down along your length, making you gasp right as the fox drops back down on your face. You splutter, surprised you can breathe; something wet and strong covers your face, the air you gulp down hot and humid.

"Eat it," she says, grinding her wet slit along your face. You take another breath before you tilt your head up to do so, up to your chin in fur.

"Good, he can -- make noises!" Patricia says, rocking on your cock. "I wanna hear -- every little moan you make, Daniel!"

Another slow thrust of her hips gets her one. The sound is still muffled, your lips deep in Jennifer's labia, but the shepherdess still growls in appreciation.

"Good," she says, giving you another slow bounce of her hips; you groan again. She's incredibly tight, her walls sucking at you each time she raises her hips. When they crash down into yours, the heat feels like it spreads up to your stomach. You can feel yourself twitching inside her. She laughs when your hips start to bob; she stops it by squashing your hips like a bug.

Jennifer shudders at the panting cry you let out into her pussy.

"Look -- at you," the shepherdess pants. "I can feel you still trying to squirm down there. I'm -- glad you're so eager now."

You suck on Jennifer's inner lips, trying to focus on anything but Patricia's tight heat, on the little movements she's making with her hips.

"Even so, you need to remember: who's giving this to you, Daniel?"

You grit your teeth and squeeze Jennifer's hands hard.

"Who's making your toes curl, who's milking those precious noises out of you?"

Pleasure hits you like a wave when she rolls her hips again, a tsunami of tingling heat flowing through your body. Your body curls in an attempt to save your load; Patricia's massive ass blocks your legs, and Jennifer's furry undercarriage means only your chin comes free. The shepherdess laughs and the fox gasps.

"Tell me," Patricia growls.

"Y-You!"

She sighs. It's the most contented, complete sigh you've ever heard from her. She relaxes on your hips, just enough for your head to bottom out. You feel each other shudder from it. The shepherdess even yelps.

But it quickly turns to a sound of anger when your warm seed fills her.

She tries to shout, but stops with each spurt. What comes out instead is a disjointed cry of pleasure. Her breath hitches with every twitch of your dick, and you feel her bob in time with you. Her walls squeeze you in place, only seeming to let you slide deeper.

Jennifer has the grace to let you breathe, but shoves your nose deep into her folds. You can't move your arms with how low over you she is, and your face is coated in her excitement. Her scent is ingrained in your nose when she finally pulls away, helped along by a shove and muttering from Patricia. The shepherdess stays atop you, her thighs tensing around you occasionally. She looks down at you with disdain, but the majority of her ire is saved for Jennifer.

"He came!" she says, "I thought that couldn't happen!"

"He'll try to not do it," the fox replies, "it can't control his body!"

"So what, he doesn't control his own body? He needs more discipline, like I was saying?"

"It's reflexive, Patricia," the fox says, cradling your head in her lap; Patricia tightens her thighs on your sides with a huff.

"It's like -- like if one of us were to get hit on the nose," Jennifer sighs. "We'd sneeze and probably cry, no matter how hard we'd try not to."

The shepherdess grunts. The two of them stare at each other above you, Jennifer casually stroking your hair while Patricia unconsciously grinds against you. You're not hard anymore, but Patricia doesn't seem to mind.

"Fine," she huffs. "What now, then?"

"You get off that dick and let me have a turn, for starters."

Patricia snorts. "He came early!"

"You got your fill."

"I --"

You know the look Jennifer's giving the shepherdess. You've gotten it a few times, when you really misbehaved or when she knew she was right about an argument. Patricia grumbles, but pulls herself off of you. Cum drips from her as she does, making your groin even more wet.

"What am I supposed to do, then?" she asks, hands on her hips.

"Whatever you want," Jennifer replies. She leaves your head with a gentle pat, straddling your legs with wide, purple eyes. "Just as long as you don't get on top -- I want to really feel him pant..."

You can't look away from her, those purple eyes mesmerizing in their intensity. You hardly notice when Patricia lays beside you and pulls you on top of her, sliding herself beneath you. Only when she wraps an arm around your neck do you feel her fur against your skin. She lays your head between her breasts and tightens around your neck; you cough as she wraps her legs around your lower back.

"Don't worry," the shepherdess growls, "I won't squeeze too tight..."

You're not sure if her words are for you or for Jennifer. The fox doesn't mind either way. You let out a strangled hiss when she slides your head along her slit; she lets out a shuddering sigh, pressing down when your cock hangs between your legs. Gradually, it comes to life as she lays down on top of you. She coos when you start twitching against her perineum.

"Getting hard again already?" the fox hums against your face. She kisses your cheek, eliciting another twitch. "Good boy. I'm glad you're still so eager -- your tongue was good, but it wasn't quite enough..."

Patricia growls beneath you, and her breasts squeeze against your head as she tightens her grip a little. You're not sure if that's what makes your dick twitch faster or if it's Jennifer's lips on yours. Her tongue invades your mouth as Patricia holds it still. You couldn't resist if you wanted to, but why would you? Every part of her feels like velvet, every prod of her tongue sending a slight shiver down your spine. She tastes divine, and breathe in her perfumey-musk with every breath.

You reach up to stroke her, but she pins your arms down. Her body rocks against yours in waves; she strokes back against your member, then presses in on your lips. Your body tingles all over from her warm fur, her hard nipples grinding against your chest. You catch sight of Patricia's every so often, when Jennifer pulls back to adjust her hold on your mouth. You're again surrounded by firm flesh and fur, but this time it's your whole body rather than your head. The arm around your neck adds to the security you feel, if not the comfort.

But you're here to serve them, not yourself. The quiet rumbles and chuckles from the shepherdess tell you she's enjoying it. So does the growing wetness on your lower back; she grinds along your spine, working in time with Jennifer.

"Let's see if that was enough," the fox says after a while. She shifts her hips back along yours, pulling a drawn-out groan from you as her slit slides along your length.

"I think so," she purrs.

"Make him earn it, Jennifer," Patricia growls. "He came early."

The fox gives the shepherdess another disapproving look, then smiles. You hiss when she slides her hips back up over yours, then closes her thighs tight around your now-erect member.

"Feel good, Daniel?" she asks, sliding her hips side to side. It takes you a second to answer; getting your dick squeezed and rolled is a bit distracting.

"Y-yes," is all you can manage.

"Good," she says. "Give me your tongue."

You stick it out, panting heavily. You can't help but yelp when she bites the tip. She looks down with amusement as she starts sucking on it, ticking your now-sensitive tip with her own. Patricia chuckles beneath you as you groan and hiss. Jennifer doesn't let up for an instant, squeezing your dick every time she takes in a little bit more of your tongue. You twitch between her thighs and buck against her hips, but she works slowly and methodically, holding you firm between her teeth.

She cocks her head when she finally reaches your lips and gives you a sucking kiss; you groan into it without hesitation. Her hands squeeze at yours, and you feel her teeth scraping against your gums. They sink into your lips when she finally decides to part, pulling at them a little painfully. She coos when you whimper, but doesn't let up. Only when the lower half of your entire face is coated in kisses and tooth-marks does she pull back, pressing her hands down on your chest.

"I think that's good enough," she says, shifting on your hips. Patricia angles up beneath you, letting you watch your cock spring up.

"You're trying not to come, right Daniel?" the fox asks as you twitch in her hand. All you can manage in response is a gasping nod. It seems to be enough; she holds you tight as she lowers herself down. Both you go slack-jawed as your dick slowly slips through her lips. Her thighs are nothing compared to this.

You have to control your stifled breaths, looking up at Jennifer with frantic eyes; you won't be able to control it if she doesn't go slow. She seems to be in the same predicament, her hands tight around your sides. Her eyes get wider with every inch she takes in, and the low groan in her throat comes out more and more. You both relax when she finally reaches the bottom -- though her walls' grip on you doesn't.

Then she starts to bounce.

It's slow at first, probably just as much for herself as for you. Every rise and fall of her hips makes your vision go white with pleasure. But as you both get acclimated, she starts to speed up. She lays against you again, her hands raking up across your chest to your shoulders. She doesn't resist when your hug her. Even when the strokes aren't full, your toes still curl. Jennifer doesn't even have time to tease you or speak, her frantic breaths just intermingle with yours.

They grow louder as her grip gets tighter, her thrusts bigger and harder, until she finally drives you all the way to the bottom with an orgasmic cry. Yours is much softer. Her pulsing walls push you over the edge, and the dam breaks. You get lightheaded again when you flood the fox with seed, all other sensations fading away besides that, the heat, and the softness of fur. Her hips jolt on yours with every pulse, and you can faintly hear her gasp with each one.

When Patricia's arm loosens from around your neck, you find yourself dozing off. The anthros' touches are gentle. They stay wrapped around you, keeping you in your cocoon of fur. You hear them talk to each other, but their words go in one ear and out the other.

"What now?" Patricia whispers.

"We -- rest."

"Well, what happens when he gets up? Will it wear off?"

"Kind -- of. But -- the experience, he won't forget. The urge, he won't forget."

Patricia's grunt rumbles through you.

"We'll see.

...

...

Your head feels funny. Sticky, too. You groan and look around, finding yourself in Jennifer's bedroom. Morning light filters in through the pulled shades; the sight is something your more familiar with than you'd like. You hiss, your head pounding a little. Maybe not. The soft, purple glow it casts on everything is pretty, for sure. The fox is nowhere to be found, and there's no note on your clothes like usual. You head to the bathroom first, trying to remember what happened last night.

Patricia's here, you remember that. They were both pissed you didn't dress nice for dinner, since it was your last night with them. There was steak, and wine, and... and that's where it gets fuzzy. Jennifer showed you something, you think, but you can't remember what. All you know was that whatever happened after was amazing. You gasp, scrubbing yourself harder with water. You tell yourself it was just the wine, but you can't deny it. What happened last night was amazing, even if you can't remember exactly what it was.

You're left staring at yourself in the mirror. Last night was the last session you had with them. Your debt is paid, your 'services' are no longer required. If you wanted, you could walk out of the house without giving them another word. All the shit they've made you do for the last 20 weeks comes to mind. Every sleepless, exhausted night, every humiliating act they had you commit or endure. By all accounts, you should just leave.

But something tells you to stay, at least say goodbye.

The smell of hashbrowns and bacon fills the air when you head down the stairs, and gradually the sounds of cooking utensils follow. You feel a little nervous as you round the corner to the kitchen. Jennifer watches the stove while Patricia sits in a small reading nook, scrolling on her phone with her usual dour expression. They're both in normal morning clothes, each attractive in their own way. Their ears both perk up when they notice you, but only Jennifer gives her full attention.

"Good morning, Daniel," she says, offering a small smile. "You sleep okay?"

"Y-yeah... yeah, I did."

"Good," the fox says, turning back to the stove. "Just making some breakfast for me and Patricia. You could have some, but -- well, I imagine you want to go, now that you're all paid off."

The droop in her tail and ears is noticeable.

"A-actually, would you mind if I stay? Like, for breakfast?"

Jennifer pauses; the smile on her face seems knowing.

Breakfast is quiet between the three of you, everyone crammed into the tiny nook. Patricia tries to ignore you, which is strange. It feels worse than having her berate you, to be honest. Jennifer asks a few questions, but she's not herself. Her heart's not in it, and it's not hard to tell why.

"Well," she sighs, scooping up your empty plate, "I guess I'll take care of this and -- and let you out."

"A-actually..."

They both freeze, looking at you.

"I-I was thinking about it, a little... could I maybe stay?"

They stay quiet, staring at you.

"Not like, forever -- I don't want -- I can't do what we've been doing, coming in every day for the two of you -- but maybe, on the weekends, I could...?"

They're both smiling, oddly small for how fast Patricia's tail is wagging and how hard Jennifer has to suppress a gekker.

"C-could I keep serving you two on the weekend? And maybe sometimes at night?"

Their answer is unanimous, and it makes your heart soar.

"Yes."