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I'm telling you, “I'll have this guy begging me to let him get off in no time." San bristled to himself as he sat in the passenger seat of his fennec friend's car.

He had known the fox for the past few months now, some rich boy whose daddy had more money than god; a classic corporate prince hailing from the dominant market player in biotechnology. But unlike a lot of the other gene-tailored designer heirs the 0.1% spat out, he wasn't as stiff as their tailored suits or a megalomaniacal sociopath. The fox was as happy as any other student at their campus to chill out, game, and especially to fuck, even if the fennec's occasional statements of 'slumming it' still grated on the boar every now and then.

Fortunately, that annoyance was more than made up by the fox's finest asset; a glorious piece of thigh slapping, knotted vulpine dick that he loved to use as his favorite toy. Hell, on the occasion—when the mood struck and Kaldric hadn't pissed him off too much— he'd even let the fox be in charge while giving it to him! It didn't hurt that the rich kid was fairly athletic and tall for a fennec as well, standing a few inches taller than the boar in fact, so the full package could be quite a delight when he allowed it to act in concert rather than be his ass's cushion and living dildo~

“Please. I can bend you over, it's not like you're some uber dom dick rider that never submits." Kaldric retorted with an overly exaggerated roll of his eyes as they came to a stop at their destination.

'So this is where the princes and princess go to be bad boys and girls without mommy or daddy cutting off their trust funds,' San mused to himself with a grin as he eyed the building. It was a nice, albeit discrete hotel, not quite the typical slam and fuck motels of his other flings, more the type that wage slave families like his used when they were vacationing on a budget but still didn't want their kids exposed to the street workers and drug pushers who worked the true bottom of the barrel hostels.

“That's only because I let you. When I want you to purr and cum on command, you do so," the boar spat back with a bratty smirk. Sure, it wasn't all the time, in fact most of the time the two jostled for who got to be in charge in their passionate romps rather than him just getting his way, but that didn't stop the stubborn bottom from touting it when he wanted to.

“Yeah, well, if you manage it with this guy I'll, hmm… You said most people don't just trade property when they win bets, right? What do you give? Sports cars? Yachts? Vintage champagne?"

San's incredulous stare returned, doing its best to bore a hole through the tan-furred playboy. “You and I really do live in different worlds, don't we?"

“Except when it comes time to fragging or fucking, or fragging and fucking," the fennec snickered in reply as he slid out from the driver's seat. “Anyway, I'll treat you to whatever you want if you can make this guy be your toy."

“Sure, sure~ How about if I do, I get to put you in a pretty little collar and leash the next time I ride your dick? Maybe snap a few picks to surprise your Dad about what his pretty little 'genetically perfect' boy gets up to when he's playing hooky from class."

“Fine. Although it's your funeral if you actually show it to him." Kaldric said as he led San into the building. They didn't even stop at the front desk, instead just walking past as the fennec flashed a knowing smile towards the clerk at the counter who offered only a discreet nod in return as they made their way into the hotel proper.

“So who is this guy anyway? Your go to top when you've got the mood to lift that fluffy tail for a change?" San inquired as they made their way down the hall. The fox definitely seemed to know his way around this place, enough so to know exactly where their room was with how strident and purposeful his steps were.

“Pfft. As if. Lets just say he's someone I got to know from the circles we cruise in, even shared a fine piece of tail between us already. Just enough to know he's your type and even more stubborn than you~" The fox answered as he finally came to a stop in front of one of the rooms, announcing their arrival with a knock upon the door.

“Oh yeah? I doubt that~ You know what they say about us boars afterall."

“Yeah, well, they're not the only species that has that reputation." Kaldric retorted with a toothy grin just as the room's occupant began to unlatch the door.

“Please, there's nothing as stubborn as—" San's words froze in his throat as the door swung open to reveal the wall of gray-and-white furred beef that stood behind it. His eyes stared at the towering hulk of a donkey stud, his lips still hanging half open with the next word he was about to speak still held unvocalized, locking with the equine's brown eyes staring back down at the pair past his long snout.

As if the man towering a head taller than him wasn't enough eye candy on his own, the figure was clad in just a pair of boxers, allowing the firm, muscled physique of his upper body to be completely exposed to the boar's gawking gaze. But, even better than those massive biceps and chiseled physique was the sight beneath the donkey's nonexistent belt belt. The man's underwear wouldn't even be considered decent enough for being out on your yard, let alone with the considerable half chub that had pushed it partially down, allowing the last few inches of his onyx hole wrecker to be spotted behind the over-stretched band—further observation allowed San to make out the outline of the horse cock's flat head tucked down one leg, while the bulges of his fat spheres hung down the other.

'What circles did Kaldric travel in to find this prime slab of stud meat? A fucking porn studio!? You know what, stupid question, that's probably exactly where the rich boy found him.' San thought with a surprised, and somewhat bitter gasp. Just how long had the fox had this guy in his back pocket without sharing?

“You got the goods?" Kaldric spoke first, not even batting an eye at his associate's undress as he strode into the room, no doubt believing completely in the immunity his name and money gave him.

“Please, it was like taking candy from a baby with what you gave me," the donkey chortled, barely glancing at the fennec lad as he walked past before fixing his gaze on the now blushing boar in front of him. “Is this the fine piece of ass you wanted me to break in and tame for you?"

'Goods?' The boar contemplated while giving a suspicious glint to the statuesque figure in front of him, doing a rather poor job of keeping his sight from lingering on the impressive weapon slotted between the donkey's thighs. 'Was the donkey the fennec's dealer? Nah, Kaldric might have slung back beers with him, but he didn't seem to be the type of rich kid who went around popping entire medicine cabinets worth of pills to chase a high.'

'…Could he be a 'runner?' San had heard about the type of mercenaries that gangs and corporations used to strike at each other when they didn't want to get their hands dirty themselves, and the corporate prince would certainly have the funds for it… But the donkey seemed far too 'ganic to be a cyberpunk either—or at least, so he thought.

“Hey now, it's not just for me~ See how much he's staring at you? This is as much a gift for him as it is a treat for me," the fennec shouted from within the room, finally rousing the boar from his gawking stare—shaking his head clear of his curious theorizing. There was no use thinking about it, he just had to go with the flow. It was hardly the weirdest situation his friendship with the fox had dragged him into, after all.

“Well, I admit he does have a nice bod. Can't wait to see him beg to get off," San eventually spoke in an late attempt to regain some footing against the stranger, before finally following the fennec in with an exaggerated sway of his hips to brush against the stocky donkey.

Only for him to be brought to a sudden, surprised halt as the mystery man turned and scooped him up with one broad, powerful arm around his midsection, lifting him clean up off of the floor and over the stud's shoulder! A surprised snort slipped from the boar's throat from the sudden yank, leaving him briefly stupefied from the sudden vertigo and blurred vision, watching as the man kicked the door closed behind them while carting the booty he was promised into the room proper.

“H- Hey! I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own!" San sheepishly protested while doing his best to wiggle free of the hold leaving him hanging against the donkey's back. Although, he had to admit that the stud's grip on his ass sent shivers down his spine, as did the feel of the rock hard muscles along the equine's back as he half pushed away in an attempt to escape, and half rubbed over the flexing physique with curious fascination.

“You certainly have spoiled him," the mystery stud retorted to Kaldric with a scoff rather than reply to the quarry carted over his shoulder, before flipping the suid back around to plop him onto his own lap after taking a seat on one of the two beds within the room.

“You should speak only when given permission, pig." The donkey finally spoke to San with a firm grunt, keeping one hand manhandling the boar with a grip around the hip, whilst the other placed one of his large, stocky fingers against the smaller figure's mouth to encourage his silence. “The only words out of your lips should be oinks of bliss until then."

“Har har. You talk a big game, donkey, but at the end of the day I bet you'd be a dutiful little bitch for your owner if we put a bit in that maw. Maybe dress you up with some reins to help you feel like the strong, pretty farm animal you are?" The boar replied with a small smile, doing his best to keep his usual bratty swagger going despite the racing heart pounding in his chest. Boy he wanted that dick. If this was just some random fuck he found while cruising for a piece of meat to rearrange his insides he might have let the equine take control, but this was a challenge from his friend, and he wasn't going to admit defeat just because of the fat slab of juicy cock now throbbing less than a feet away from him!

“How about we start with your name, huh~? I want to know what to put on the pretty collar I get you~" San continued while puffing out his chest, hoping that that statement would cause the donkey to pause long enough for him to cool his libido and get a better handle on the situation.

“I don't do names, let alone give them to naughty pig bitches that can't follow orders," the donkey retorted back with a chort. The hand the equine had placed on San's hip moved up to hold the boar's jaw shut, as well as direct the pig's blue eyes to stare into his own soft browns. “Especially when they do such a shitty job of lying about what they want."

“Eh… Feel free to call him Johnson. Mister Johnson if you want to be formal," Kaldric chipped in with a knowing smirk. Considering the eyeroll 'Johnson' gave the fox in response, that must have been some sort of in-joke between them, but its context was completely lost on San.

“Anyway~ 'Mister Johnson', mind showing me the goods you picked up for me?" The fennec turned towards the donkey with a sweet, almost innocent smile.

“Sure… Once you hand over your payment kid." The donkey replied, reaching over towards the bedside table to pull out a small device. His other hand, meanwhile, continued to grope along San to keep the twink huffing as they discussed business.

The strange object the donkey had fetched would have fit comfortably in either his or the fennec's palm, although it looked quite small in the donkey's hand. The boar wasn't entirely sure what it was. Obviously it was some sort of container, but it wouldn't be able to hold much at all—perhaps one of those preem quantum shards that needed to be kept near zero? It would explain why it needed such a fancy high tech box. But, how would the fennec have helped the donkey get those large, rump-squishing fingers on such a thing?

Although, if he considered the company that the fox's Dad owned… It would make more sense that it was some sort of drug. One of those top of the line products that needed to be kept on ice until administered. Which left the boar wondering just how much would the boy's Dad chew him out if his pilfering was discovered, and what would Kaldric consider worth risking such tongue wagging?

“Hey now, you know I'm always good for it~" Kaldric gave that sweet smile again before flicking a finger towards the donkey—triggering the smart contacts he wore to briefly glow as the funds were transferred over. “Oh, and about that bonus I was talking about? I'll double it if you get San to take them~"

“What!?" The boar shouted in surprise. Unfortunately, his follow up questions were silenced before they could be spoken by Johnson cramming a couple of his fingers into the suid's maw, rendering the next few syllables from his maw entirely incomprehensible. It didn't help that a huffing whimper likewise made its way up from his throat as the equine's strong digits pinned his tongue against the bottom of the boar's mouth, effectively hooking the man's hand around his chin as he played with the muscle.

“What did I tell you about speaking, my little plaything? The tops are talking," the donkey all but growled against the back of the boar's ear, sending another tantalizing shiver racing down his spine.

“You sure that's a good idea? That product could be worth quite a bit to the right buyer," The donkey turned his attention back to his client, putting the container to the side for the moment so he could put his hand to more important work… Such as slipping underneath San's pants to start stripping him of his clothes.

“Psssh. I don't care about the money," the fennec replied back as he got 'comfortable' for the show that was about to start. He leaned back against the wall on the other bed, reaching down to pop upon the fly on his pants to expose his plump vulpine sheath before starting to coax his hefty shaft from its holster. “I got it because I know San would love it. That, and I thought it'd be a good time for me as well~"

San shot another quizzical look towards the fennec, but it was hard to get across anything more than that while the donkey continued to manhandle his maw, slipping a few extra knuckles past his lip to tease against the back of the boar's tongue to a whimper of protest. A moment later, and the donkey's fondling hand had stripped his pants down to his knees, revealing his small prick twitching with all the excitement brewing within the pig's mind.

He still wasn't quite ready to surrender completely to the donkey's authority, however, exerting what little control over the situation he had by pushing his rump against Johnson's lap—grinding his shapely ass against the broad donk dick to stir it to its full mast. If he was lucky, he could potentially turn things around by getting the equine too heated to resist plowing him without all the disciplining. If not, well, at least that little bit of action on his behalf let him feel like he had some of the initiative in the encounter!

“Well since you've got all that marketing training, why don't you explain it to the disobedient piggy while I get to work." Johnson responded with a grunt. The hand that held the boar's hip gave a firm squeeze in response to the suid's squirms, halting San's rear from moving too much against his fat, stirring donkey-dick draped against the small of his back—ensuring that the only thing the pig could do was sit there while the delightful shaft teased him with its mere presence!

“Fine, fine~" Kaldric shot back, before puffing out his chest and giving his best corporate BS delivery face—contrasting sharply against his slick red shaft still being gingerly stroked by his fuzzy fingers. “What you see there is the latest product in transgenic, bio-sculpting, nanites! Gone are the days of hours long surgical operations to rip out the old and implant the new, and the weeks, months, if not life long post surgery treatments to ensure holistic integrity! All you have to do is swallow these bad boys and they will reformat your body from the genes down, with almost no complications to get in the way~"

San stared blankly at the fennec's sales pitch, glancing briefly back to Johnson who gave a noncommittal shrug in return, leaving the boar to try and sort out how much of what the fox had said was dreck or not. He would have loved to question him about it, but the equine's fingers pressing against the pallet of his mouth kept any doubting criticism of the speech from being vocalized instead of his idle whimpers of protest and delight.

“As for you, my dear friend, I made sure that my, uh, associate there fetched ones programmed to help address your particular… Needs." The fennec finished with a toothy smirk. “The you you always wanted to be but couldn't afford is just one gulp away~"

“Mmff! But… If that's the case," San squirmed away from the hand teasing his mouth to finally speak. “Why try to coerce me to swallow them instead of just offer— Oink!"

The donkey silenced the suid once more with a firm, powerful hold upon San's throat, ending his last word with a surprised, and less than prideful, oinked moan of excitement.

“You really are a disobedient little piggy." Johnson added with a chuff against the helpless boar's ear.

“Easy!" Kaldric answered after the donkey had corrected his friend's behavior, continuing with a teasing middle finger as he repeated some of the boar's dirty talk back to him. “If I just let you have these, and you kept acting like before, I bet you wouldn't even let me hit it~ No doubt you'd make me keep blowing my load in your ass and telling me to be a 'good little corporate prince whose only good for his dick."

“If I'm going to risk getting lectured by Dad for stealing proprietary company technology, I'm at least going to get first dibs~ Especially considering the state Johnson's, well, Johnson is going to leave your back door for the rest of the day." The fennec added with a wider grin. “I think it's a win/win/win. He gets to enjoy a nice ass, you get what you've always wanted, and I get to sink my knot into your new port to break it in~"

'Nnff… Ass.' San really wanted to complain more, but between the hand on his throat, and the dick teasing against the brown-furred cleft of his behind, he had more important things to worry about! He could see about grabbing those pills after… after he… tamed the stubborn stud whose lap he was squirming on top of!

“Now then, if the chatter is out of the way…" Johnson's brown eyes focused back upon the squirming morsel desperately trying to find any advantage on his lap. His hand on the boar's throat squeezed down just hard enough to keep the boar from speaking. His other hand easily lifted the smaller male up by his hip, slowly dragging the boar's body up over his hefty shaft, before finally letting his broad, blunt-headed donkey dick slip down between the boar's thighs. A second later, and San was all but dropped, left to settle back against the equine's lap. Except instead of having that monster of a dick idly brush against his back, it was now dwarfing his own less than modest erection, letting him easily compare the two lengths against one another, and see that his length didn't even reach the medial ring on Johnson's rod.

“Just think, all these inches could be in you right now if you were a good little sow," the equine snarled into San's ear, leaving the suid torn between glancing to the stud's face as he was speaking, or to keep his focus upon the long, fat piller throbbing hotly against his coin purse and thighs. Well, at least for a second, before his inevitable fascination with the donkey's cock kept his vision glued to it—drinking in the sight of every throb flexing through the kidney–punching monster, desperately wishing he could slip his hands past the donkey's arms to wrap his fingers around it.

A moment later, and the hand that had kept him from squirming with its hold on his hip released him at last. Not that he would have much freedom still, considering the arm immediately scooped itself underneath his thigh, hoisting him up higher along the donkey's lap, before Johnson wrapped his fingers around his prick to press the shaft flush against the boar's abdomen. Even with the few inches that were lost thanks to the awkward position, the twitching donkey-dick still laid across the boar's belly, tickling the flared head just shy of his belly button—making quite clear how deep the column of virile flesh could excavate him if the donkey managed to slam every last inch underneath his tail!

“A dick like this doesn't come around every day… So what's one little oink to get the ride of your lifetime, hmm~? Is it really worth being so stubborn if that means denying yourself what you want… What you need~?"

The damn donkey made certain his teases hit even harder by brushing his fingers where the his fat dick lay across the boar's abdomen, guiding San's imagination on how the length would feel slowly pushing itself in one grinding, demanding press at a time—let alone how it would feel for those heavy balls draped against the equine's to unload deep into his guts.

“So what's it going to be~?" Johnson added with a final murmur, releasing his grip upon the boar's throat to 'allow' him to answer.

Surprisingly, San buckled right on queue, delivering a pathetic, huffing couple of oinks to honor the wording of the donkey's agreement, even if he didn't intend to honor its spirit—after all, he could explain away the noises as just his gasps of air after the mild choking he received. He was going to go right back to being a demanding brat as soon as he had caught his breath, intending to taunt the donkey for how he clearly needed the boar to take charge of riding his dick to have a good fuck considering how long he was taking.

Except… He didn't get the chance to protest before the equine's grip tightened once more around his neck, using it like a hand hold to lift the boar up against his muscled chest. His ascent only stopped once his perky and oh so fuckable ass was resting on top of the stud's broad cock head, the man nestling the blunt battering ram against his achingly needy pucker with every teasing grind from his hips! A tease that made the boar squirm, and all but whimper with excitement past the half-choking hold upon his throat, even giving a shameful, silent beg with a glance of his eyes towards Johnson for him to finally deliver on his long withheld threat.

“Good sow~" They were the only words that slipped from the donkey's long snout, now pressed against the side of San's head, before the grip upon the pig's throat slammed him down onto his fat, glistening dick!

His thrust caused the boar's pucker to dimple, stretching over the spunk-glazed shaft's start whilst the donkey's exceptional fecundity sent a flow of pre trickling across San's ring and the walls beyond like a living fountain—leaving a small rivulet of equine spunk to escape the sloppy fit and tumble down over Johnson's length and medial ring. But, despite the muscle and bone reinforcements the equine likely sported, even he couldn't sink his battering tool in with just one thrust, requiring his hips to roll back for a second go to finally coerce the suid's entrance into submission. San's toes clenched tightly against the edge of the bed as his ring stretched with a white-hot ache over the donkey's obscene girth. Followed shortly thereafter by his vision going blank as the donkey solo slammed him down with a renewed squeeze, plunging the tool deep enough into his rump to make his prostate scream.

Unfortunately for the boar's dignity, Johnson picked just that time to slacken his grip on his esophagus, allowing his whimpers and oinking-moans to slip free without its restrictive grasp! San's entire body shuddered, pressing back into the donkey's firm physique as his small prick lurched and pulsed, shooting thin strings of suid-sperm onto the hotel room's carpet floor. Not that Johnson took that as a cue to stop. Not at all, as his following thrusts kept his flared head grinding over the pig's sensitive love-button throughout his climax, milking his 'sow' for all he was worth—much to the whimpering delight of his mid-domestication bitch.

“Jesus, got him to cum already?" Kaldric snickered as he continued to lounge lazily on the other bed. His own hefty foxhood was comfortably flexing at its peak thanks to his dutifully edging hand—making sure he was ready and eager to go as soon as the donkey's turn had finished. “He's not going to be thinking straight after getting his prostate hammered, trust me, I know~"

“F- Fu–" Once again San's typical bratty banter was silenced by the donkey's squat fingers. Although this time it was by them plunging once more into his maw, leaving his blunt teeth pathetically chewing against the digits pinning his tongue in place.

“Again.. What did I tell you, sow?" The donkey's firm growl rumbled against his ear with a snarl. His hips were quick to punish the pig's disobedience with another prostate-abusing buck to force him to whimper against the hand cupping around his lips. “Looks like I'm going to have to drill this into your head as much as I'm going to drill your ass. Disobey again and I'll pull out and leave you aching with an empty void where my dick just was."

San struggled in vain against the equine's grip in an attempt to force himself lower onto the man's dick himself, rather than give in immediately. But the hand on his maw, and the other arm wrapped underneath his knees to carry his entire body weight, proved insurmountable to his lithe frame, leaving him squirming haplessly with only the first few inches twitching hotly past his taunt ring.

But, after a few seconds passed with no progress, he slumped back into the other male's hold and let that humiliating noise greet those fingers with a gasping plea. “O-Oink!"

“There's a good girl~ We'll make a good domesticated bitch out of you yet." Johnson's words rumbled hotly against San's neck as he slackened his hold on the suid's body. Without that arm propping up the boar, his weight slowly slid him further down the donkey's belly bulging girth all on its own, with only the occasional teasing buck upwards from the man to help accelerate its journey.

“Mmm. You're practically a sleeve for my cock now. How does it feel to have your walls stretched to their limits by a donkey's dick, sow~?" Johnson's words rumbled again, drawing the boar's attention to the impression the equine's tool made within his body. San's hands slipped down without hesitation to explore the bulge the spire of cock made within him, squeezing around the vague outline of the shaft's flared head—sending another quivering rush through his body as the extra squeeze made the beastly shaft pulse through his core.

The donkey's slow, yet inevitable plundering of the boar's backside continued just like that, giving San plenty of time to adjust to the girth stretching his deepest walls. At least, until, the medial ring of the donkey's dick began to tease at his slick, eager hole. A new shiver tingled along his spine as he felt the distinct bump nestle into his rump ring, his chest swelling with pride and excitement at taking half of that shaft already—even if he wouldn't admit to the circumstances behind 'his conquest'.

But, just as he braced himself for the man's length to continue on its quest of plundering his ass for all it was worth… Johnson refused to advance further! Sure, the donkey gave a half-hearted roll upwards, sliding the half-way marker in and out of his stretched pucker to make certain the sow felt it, as well as ensure the broad girth ground the pig's prostate into a quivering mess… But, beyond the inch or so ground in with those treading thrusts, the equine refused to push him down further, no matter how eagerly the tool within him throbbed with its desire to sheath itself within its new warm holster!

“Mmm… Are you that eager to feel all of me in you~? Well, I never said I'd give you every inch in return for you speaking like a proper sow-bitch, did I~?"

“Fuck! You can't just stop halfway god damnit!" San sputtered after the sneering donkey extracted his fingers once more from his maw, allowing him to drop the act of a dutiful sow to let his bratty, demanding personality seethe back to the forefront. Unfortunately, being able to give voice to his demands didn't change his inability to act upon them, left haplessly squirming around the top half of the donkey's cock no matter how he bucked against the man's grip.

“I'm starting to think you're going to need a muzzle for this piggy, kid, one with a nice gag so that all he can do is moan and whimper until he learns to behave," the equine chorted. He silenced the suid's further protests by plucking the coolant case he had retrieved for the fox and holding it in front of the boar's face. “If you really want the rest of my dick, you know what you're going to have to do to get it, don't you~?"

“I… Uh… I dunno…" San his gaze focused upon the all but mystical piece of proprietary technology that he was being offered. He really wanted it… Both the dick, and the pills Kaldric had gotten for him. But… While he trusted the fennec to not fuck him over, could he really trust that taking these wouldn't cause some shit down the line that was beyond the vulpine's control? Afterall, Kaldric could be a rather oblivious rich kid at times. Likewise, was it worth swallowing his pride for..? While he might never see Johnson again (even if he'd love to get his number for future booty calls), he would never escape Kaldric ribbing him for how cute he looked while being obedient for once…

“No~? Well, I can always just return Kaldric's money and sell this somewhere else… I'd even get paid more than the fox offered me~ Then some lucky bitch in my contacts gets to drain these balls of mine instead of you~" The donkey retorted, interrupting Kaldric's immediate rebuttal while he was 'working' with a raised finger and a steely glance.

“Fuck! Okay, okay, I'll take the pills!" San gasped, his surrender coaxed along by a firm, shallow grind from the equine which deliberately pressed his broad shaft against the boar's prostate.

“That's not enough, sow. Be a good girl, or I walk~" He spoke with another steel-faced sneer that left no room for doubt about his convictions with that statement, at least that San's novice gaze could discern.

“I…" The boar paused, but that single voiced syllable was enough to draw a dramatic tongue click from the stern ol' donkey's lips.

Johnson's brown eyes glowed—either a prosthetic or smart contacts like the fennec's—likely to access the credits he had threatened to return, or to begin dialling the next piece of tail he had on his list of fuck buddies.

“Oink! Oinkoink!" San shouted with a whine, leaping to obey the moment the man seemed to be following through with his threat.

“Good sow~" The donkey smirked, showcasing his broad, flat teeth as his thumb popped open the electronic device with a hiss of cool air escaping its hermetic seal. A second later, and the donkey's grip underneath his thighs released him, leaving the suid to fall several inches farther along the man's shaft before San's hands and legs could stop his sudden, moaning descent!

The donkey's freed arm took that moment to grasp the pig by his snout, keeping the suid from backing out as his powerful fingers held the suid's moaning mouth open and squeezed his tongue forward to rest against his bottom lip. Johnson's other hand then tipped the small, palm-sized box over, letting the four glossy blue pills secured within fall out and onto the back of San's tongue.

“Now swallow." The man half buried within the boar's ass ordered with a grunt. San hesitated for another second with a whine. He still debated on whether he should continue to be disobedient, but considering he didn't know how long those pills would remain effective after being released from their container, he decided not to risk the once in a lifetime opportunity Kaldric had arranged for him and swallowed them as he was ordered—just like a good bitch.

“Good sow~" Johnson murmured in praise. He released his hold upon the brat's jaw, instead using a broad finger to mime the journey the icy cold capsule made down the lad's gullet~ His tracing tease brushed through the boar's short fur, slipping across the lines of his meak musculature, before finally ending in a sweeping caress across a gut now teaming with an army of bleeding edge nanites that were quickly spreading throughout his body to enact their programmed alterations.

San opened his lips with a pant, briefly making an effort to ask how soon it would be before he felt the surgeon bots coursing through his bloodstream to take effect, only for his words to be silenced once more by the donkey's fingers callously jamming themselves into his maw. His jaws were once more held shut by the rest of Johnson's hand, except this time the grip upon his face was used by the donkey to help ram him down onto the rest of his dick!

“Don't ruin it, sow~ You're going to stay good until I'm finished giving your prostate a good, hard send off~"

San could only give a meek nod and a muffled whimper in response as the donkey began to let loose. Not that he had much of a choice otherwise considering the equine's broad hand remaining pressed over his muzzle and plunging its digits against his tongue. His muffled groans of bliss rolled against Johnson's palm as he was held in place, trapped against the man's chiseled chest by the muzzling hold, whilst his jostling hips and controlling hold worked San down his fat cock like a toy.

The boar's hips were eager to work in concert with the man's, sinking his lover's medial ring across his prostate to send a fluttering shiver rolling along his spine. His small dicklet twitched, drooling with a surprising fecundity as his balls hiked against his sheath with every twitch seemingly ready to spill into another climax so soon after his last.

All the while, San started to grow hotter. His skin bristled with a warmth that kept the cool air of the climate controlled room at bay. His moans of bliss and finger-silenced begs for more started to be all the more desperate, while his body became all the more pliant to the meaty hammer bludgeoning his insides into submission. His hands feebly grasped the donkey's strong, powerful limbs driving him down into each buck, as if they could offer any purchase against the current of ecstasy coursing through his being.

“Don't get off just yet Johnson~ Keep going until the nanobots have finished their job~" Kaldric chimed in with a cocky purr, licking his lips while his hand slowly stroked over his hefty knotted penis.

“Hmph. You damn corpo-kids. Always adding on last minute changes to your contracts," Johnson grumbled back. But, if the pulse racing through the man's shaft—and thus against the boar's whimpering nerves—were any indication, it was a request that the donkey was happy to fulfill, slowing his rolling hips to keep him just shy from spilling over.

“Oh please. He's already passed the first stage. You don't have to wait long, just a couple more minutes~ " The fennec murmured, flashing a knowing grin towards his friend's curious yet pleasure-raddled expression. “The first wave of nanites have already made the necessary adjustments to the genome of the targeted cells—resulting in a sudden change in hormones as your body kick starts its new cycles. The testes should have already shut down spermatozoon production, rendering you quite infertile as they begin to transform slash regress into your new ovaries."

“You should be seeing gross physiological changes right… about… now~" The fennec's words were right on cue as a euphoric-tinged shiver ran from the boar's loins. The suid glanced down to stare at his junk just in time to see his shaft spasm and flex in distinctly peculiar ways. An aching twitch soon joined the strange sensations growing within his body, the peculiar itch sprouting from deeper within his loins, stretching up to join the flexing tissue along his shaft. Just as his tense testes held snug within their pouch sank into his crotch——the sack melting away into the rest of his furred skin to leave behind only his mediocre twig flexing above a smooth, light-furred taint.

“Hah, I knew I had that calculated right! Now, the best part is just starting~" Kaldric added with a self-satisfied purr, whilst the donkey added to the nascent sensation of fertility within him with a firm, pounding grind forward. Even the equine's shaft had started to feel… different to the boar. The button of pleasure that fat cock had so eagerly abused seemed to be growing less sensitive with each of the donkey's ruts, before disappearing entirely—leaving in its place a far shallower, albeit still pleasurable response from his taint and ring whenever they stretched around the equine's broad dick.

The desire and arousal coursing through his body only grew more palpable as time went on, nagging constantly at the back of San's mind as he was used to pleasure Johnson's cock. His whines and goaded oinks grew louder as his restraint bled away before his swelling tide of need. He pressed down against the donkey's hands, trying desperately to coax the stud to pound into him faster so he could feel his dick unloading deep within his ass. But, no matter how desperately he whimpered or squirmed, his cheeks pressed against the stud's fat balls only at the man's leisurely, edging pace, and no faster.

“Your fancy magic pills better be done soon." Johnson snorted, his excitement throbbing vividly within the transforming boar's ass. Despite his stoicism, the grip he had on San's hip and maw was starting to pump the boar the faster, gradually coaxing him closer to the release despite his best efforts to keep his pleasure at a steady level.

“Hey, it's science, not magic! And don't worry, it's nearly finished~" The fennec replied with a smirk, and an anxious squeeze around his own knot, as San's changes continued to progress.

The boar's already small shaft was growing even more meager, shrinking in girth as his diminishing head sank towards his increasingly featureless crotch. At least until the aching emptiness growing within his abdomen finally greeted their sights. The space where his small spheres once dangled split apart to reveal a pair of pink lips glistening against his brown-furred body and speckled with beads of feminine arousal. His developing labia stretched along his crotch, the splitting lips flexing and writhing with every euphoric shiver coursing through his spine from every jostling buck from the stud he was servicing. Eventually his growing sex joined with his retreating lipstick of masculinity, diminishing in size to finally settle in place as the tender button crowning his newfound, nanite-sculpted femininity.

“And that's Stage 2~ It's not completely finished yet, but it's functional and fit for purpose~ There'll be some slower gross morphological changes going forward. The new hormones your ovaries are pumping out will change how your body holds its fat, so your rear is going to get a bit shapier, especially after the nano-bots finish adjusting your hip bone structure over the next month for, uh, well, we'll get to that later~" The fennec added, taking a moment from his own self pleasure to give the donkey a thumbs up to finally finish inside his friend.

San was transfixed, barely following the fox's speech as he stared down at his crotch with unabashed moans and whimpers of pleasure, excitement, and need. His first impulse was to reach down and touch his new sex, to explore his fertile folds and experience the pleasure he could only feel second hand via sense sims until now.

But that would have to wait until Johnson had finished making use of him. The big donkey spared his body no moment to appreciate his sought after dream coming true as he rammed the boar down to greet his demanding bucks—sinking nearly the entire length of his dick in that tight hole with every jostling cycle. His arms squeezed against the equine's for support as his rump was pillaged. The stud's long snout chorted and huffed against the docile boar's ears, joining the notes his fat, ample nuts made clapping against the pig's cheeks, before Johnson's stoic veneer cracked at last with a faint, eager whinny.

The donkey solo's overpowering grip ground his sow-boy flush against his crotch, letting San feel every last inch of that impressive length as it throbbed hotly within his depths. The blunt head flared, swelling in size while the heavy balls beneath the tool rocked with the force of every clench, pumping heavy, thick loads of donkey jizz straight into the boar's depths! His eyes—held fast as they were to his quivering, now gushing sex—were in the perfect position to see the bulge the shaft made within his abdomen flex and swell. The faint outline of the horse's flared head became ever so slightly visible against his thin brown fur as it pulsed to its zenith around a current of alabaster cream.

“F, Fu- Oink," San whimpered around the squat fingers still rubbing over his tongue, barely remembering to correct himself as he rode out the first orgasm of his new sex. He was lost in the magical moment as thin trickles of feminine estrus poured from his sex and tumbled down onto the donkey's balls below, adding the scent of fertile, in-heat sow to the aroma of rutting donkey and masturbating fox.

The thin beads of arousal he left smeared over the donkey's nuts were quickly washed away by Johnson's own essence. The equine's copious balls were more than just for show, as the boar discovered first hand when the first rivulets of overflowing cream escaped from his stuffed ass to wash over his taint and onto the equine's crotch. One shot was followed by another, creating a steady trickle of cream which flowed down further, to finally land with soft, dripping platters on the floor after the cream followed the indentation the donkey's thighs made on the mattress.

But that obscene display of virility didn't hold a candle to what happened next as Johnson's arms wrenched the newly transformed cuntboar off of his dick—creating a musky deluge of trapped seed which poured out in one go after the flared shaft scraped its way free from the suid's walls! Both of San's holes were left quivering, clutching at the shaft's retreat, feminine folds soaked with the dews of its own desire, whilst his rear was glazed in the man's fecundity—both presented with the angle Johnson held him to the fox's sight, as if the equine was a hunter presenting its trophy to a friend.

“Huff. God damn. Look at the mess you made me make after edging that long," the donkey chorted with a scoffing glance towards the mess still slowly flowing from his crotch and onto the edge of the bed.

“You know what they say, good things come to those that wait~ That's certainly my view at the moment, at least." The fennec teased with another purr. The prince's blue eyes stared intently at his friend as the donkey loosened his grasp upon San's body, slipping his spit-soaked digits from the boar's lips before depositing the smaller lad onto the bed in a collapsed heap.

San quickly curled into a ball of sweat and jizz as soon as he was left to his own devices, poorly weathering his first heat as it burned within his body—especially after what little relief the rod railing his backdoor bequeathed only served to inflame his need with its absence. His thighs ground against each other, doing everything they could to try and suffocate the fire burning between them, up to and including finally pushing his curious fingers past his now unblemished belly to try and scratch the itch deep within his new cunt.

Every touch brought with it new sensations, sparking rippling shudders of pleasure and euphoria, as well as a dawning understanding that he would be like this for the rest of his life—that it wasn't some distant, out of reach dream he could only fantasize about, or live vicariously through some SimSense encounter, but was in fact his own hot, inviting sex now quivering between his thighs.

His gentle, explorative traces around his new virgin lips soon gave way to bolder, deeper appraisal of his new assets. His fingers curled behind his labia to press his digits along the sensitive walls hidden within, coaxing his hips to grind against his hand as pathetic, needy whimpers continued to spill from his maw. Never in his life had he felt this desperate! Every attempt to satisfy his new urges by his own hand just seemed to make it worse, stoking the flames of estrus burning deep within his abdomen rather than satisfy them. It made the once so uppity brat stare longingly towards Kalric, his lust glazed gaze stare at his familiar red shaft that could douse the embers of fertility simmering within his womb.

“Well, you two kids have fun now. I'm going to steal the shower before seeing how your generous payment burns a hole through my pocket." The donkey spoke with a playful shake of his head as he got to his feet, leaving the writhing cunt-boar on the bed for his compatriot to swoop in.

“Oh don't worry, I will~" Kaldric replied with a grin. He was already on his feet, kicking his pants off as he came to a stand, his shirt joining it soon thereafter as the vulpine stud stripped himself down to his bare naked fur. His long ears-for-radiators twitched in an eager tempo along with the excited wag of his fluffy tail, even his hefty red rod waved back and forth with each step as he approached his friend.

“Just remember, if your old man gets mad at you for this, I was never here," he added to the fox as he stepped past, delivering an encouraging smack to the younger adult's ass on his way to the bathroom.

“Yeah, yeah, this isn't my first rodeo," Kaldric muttered dryly in reply, before returning his attention to his prize with a satisfied smirk.

“How are you holding up there, San~?" He asked despite already knowing the boar's answer—reaching down to give the andromorph's hips an appreciative, whimper-inducing squeeze. “Your first heat seems to be hitting you hard~"

“I… I don't remember ever talking about, huff… Getting into heat before!" The boar whined in desperate retort, albeit with a hint of a grumpy huff to it. His blue eyes, meanwhile, stared hungrily at the pre-drooling tip of the fox's masculinity now looming above him, adding more fuel to the fire of his libido.

“Ah, ah, ah~ Just because Johnson isn't here doesn't mean you don't stop being a good little sow~ Or is your dear friend not worth the consideration you showed a complete stranger~?" Kaldric purred, licking his lips as he gave a firm, controlling push against tho the pig's hip to coax the suid onto his back instead of his side, and thus expose his swollen, moist lips burning with desire to the fox's lascivious gaze.

“Only good girls get rewarded, remember~?" The fennec added on, making quite clear what he was offering in exchange by using his free hand to give his impressive prick a flaunting squeeze—drawing a firm throb from the tool that had been impatiently waiting for its turn, and a rivulet of warm, pearly spunk which added to the mess on the pig's thigh.

“What? God damnit…" San barked with another whine. He shut his eyes closed as he tried to resist his friend's taunts—even as his hips continued to buck against the fox's hold, as if that would help his cunt-plunging fingers do the impossible and stifle the desire flooding from his ovaries. “Mmmf… Please..? I'll… I'll be good later."

“Nuhuh, I know how that goes~" Kaldric purred hotly as the sound of the shower a room over greeted their ears. His hand on the boar's hips reached over with a sweeping motion to brush the boar's hand from his dripping cunt—giving those juicy lips an appreciative stroke of his own, before shifting down further to coax the suid's thighs apart with a gentle, kneading squeeze.

“I couldn't count the number of I.O.U.s you still owe me on one hand~" He continued, rolling onto the bed to loom over his needy friend.

His knees pressed between San's legs, leaving the boar with no choice to alleviate his need than by rolling his hips up against the fox, and thus ensure that the fennec's warm, eager prick brushed over his estrus-welling lips. A teasing grind that the fennec encouraged with his own idle press forward, spreading the 'sow's' cunt-lips over the length of his tool while deliberately keeping his tapered point from sinking deeper. His hands, meanwhile, reached up, grasping a hold of the boar's wrists to pin them down against the bed, keeping the shivering-with-need pig from trying to take matters into his own hands before the fox considered him deserving of his prize.

“If you want me to put out this heat of yours, you're going to have to be a good sow and beg for it~"

“Oh come on… Please?" The boar's blush—already deep enough for him to feel its scarlet warmth on his skin—doubled as the fennec doubled down on the domesticating treatment he had received! Yet, even as his lips twisted with one of his typical bratty retorts... He couldn't gather the will to put them into words! At least not when the shaft he yearned for so longingly was draped against his wet and ready sex. “I'll be… I'll be your good little sow. Just… breed me, please!"

“Try again~ That's far too many words for a simple piggy~" The rich brat growled with a toothy smile. He doubled down on his goading with a small swivel of his hips, draaaaaaging the point of his drooling girth over the swine's sex, smearing the glistening lips with a trail of his own fecund ambrosia. “I know you can do it~"

“I swear to fuck, when I get the chance, I am going to ride your dick until you can't get hard for a week!" San whimpered in exasperation, staring longingly at his friend for help. But, when Kaldric only continued his teasing instead of scratching the need burning against the fennec's dick, the boar finally buckled—closing his eyes with one last pleading whine, and the most vivid blush Kaldric had ever seen on his friend's face before speaking. “O-Oink…"

“There, that wasn't too hard, was it~?" Kaldric murmured with a smug grin stretched across his black lips. His blue eyes stared down into the boar's own, drinking in his friend's expression as his hips slowly pulled back, dragging his dripping, tapered point down across the suid's abdomen, kissing its tip against the boar's clitoral nub that had once been the head of his masculine endowment. Before, with a shallow roll forward, Kaldric at last teased the hot lance of his masculinity past the boar's warm, inviting folds.

“O-Oink…" San groaned. His wrists strained against the fox's pin as his body tensed with his new sex's deflowering, squirming in place whilst the weight of the fennec's body kept him held flush against the mattress, despite the boar's best attempts to try and slam his friend's cock into his sex.

Kaldric had other ideas, however, purposely delaying himself from plunging deep into his friend's depths at once. Instead, his shallow thrusts ground his steepled-start across San's lips and folds, letting the boar's sensitive labia receive most of his attention. In any other circumstance, San might have appreciated the foreplay and the chance to partake in thoroughly exploring his new sex. But, right now, with his first heat in full bloom, every touch of fennec's dick against his cunt without stifling his yearning was nearly torturous—especially the beads of pre smeared over his succulent entrance that served as an appetizer to the true essence yet to touch his fertile mound!

“My little piggy doesn't sound too enthusiastic though~ Maybe I should give you some time to think on it after all, make sure that this is what you want–"

“Oink!" The boar snorted as hard, and as demandingly, as he could! He glared at the fox, eyes sizzling with his desire, frustration, and longing all at once, holding an unblinking stare into the fox's eyes. His legs, meanwhile, did their best to awkwardly wrap around the toned vulpine's back, digging his heels against the small of the vulpine's back in an effort to force his hips forward! As clear of a sign he could make while adhering to the damned corporate brat's humiliating orders.

“Alright, alright~ I'll stop teasing~" Kaldric snickered with an excited lick across his chops. He shifted his position, lifting his hips so that the lovely cock San knew so well settled into a sharper angle to the soft, velvety folds it had been tormenting. Never had San thought the fennec's shaft was as glorious as it was now—poised and ready to breed his long sought after sex, his very productive, fuzzy tan balls twitching with their own need behind a half-swollen knot.

“I couldn't hold off any longer anyway~" With that admission, Kaldric's body rolled forward, sinking his pristine shaft deep into the boar's wet, quivering canal, stretching the walls of San's sex for the first time and sending a euphoric shiver erupting throughout his body!

San had to bite his lips to keep his words stifled, allowing only his orgasmic whimper to escape—or else risk giving his devious friend an excuse to stop right as his heat was finally being answered. His legs squeezed against the back of the fennec's waist, trying to encourage each thrust to plunge deeper to snuff out the burning heat raging within his core.

It didn't take long at all for the fox to work his new equipment to a climax. The euphoric surge he had sampled whilst riding the donkey's dick hit even harder this time than the last, thanks to the fennec's dick pistoning hard against his new shuddering muffin. The fox's first thrust was nearly enough to bring his mound to that quivering point all by itself, drawing a high pitched, whimpering beg to the boar's lips—before the next few bucks quickly following up the first plunging delve ensured his body went careening into its first release over a cock!

Those walls clenched and squeezed around the slick red rod still rolling back and forth, making San's nerves shiver with even more delight. His arms squirmed against the fox's hold, whilst his legs dug even tighter against the fennec's back as his body tensed and relaxed with every shuddering wave of bliss. His eyes clenched shut along with the rest of his body, blocking his vision from the divine sight of his friend's cock driving into his lips, leaving the quivering boar following along to the activity between their hips only by the nerve wracking bliss that came with each plunge.

“See how good it feels to behave~? How nice it is to be a good, eager sow and get rewarded~?" The fennec rumbled around each of his huffing taunts, tickling the boar's ear with his warm, lurid breath. His friend's strained squirms against his grip were answered by his hands tightening their hold on his wrists, inadvertently raking his claws through the pig's thin fur. His hips, meanwhile, relished the delightfully warm, damp sex milking over his rod with every quivering clamp of need from the estrus-laden walls.

“But I've got to say, San… You've got by far the warmest, wettest, and neediest cunt I've ever had the pleasure to breed! I'm going to have to ask Dad to give the technicians who cooked up this treatment a raise for a job well done! Or, maybe you're just really into this~?" The fox's words were followed with a grunt of pleasure at their end as he sank his knot against the boar's sopping-wet lips~

The glands arrived with a slapping clap against the glistening entrance, followed immediately thereafter by his weighty balls smacking where the cunt-lips joined and the boar's taint began. The fennec's hips smothered the throbbing base against San's quivering folds, flaunting their girth which surpassed even Johnson's length to make the pig's sex shiver in anticipation. One smack of their loins against each other was soon joined by another tap of his knot-lobes against the boar's pussy again, and again. Each thrust worked the lust-lost boar to ever higher hills of pleasure than his last, inevitably resulting in another wave of feminine excitement washing over the fox's pre-lathered shaft as it scratched the deepest itches of his need.

“I'm not going to last too much longer at this rate…" Kaldric added with an almost forlorn sigh. His hips continued to hammer forward, holding back just enough to try and prolong his release for the sake of the boar's pleasure, but not quite slow enough to stop the slow, tingling excitement building within his loins towards its release. He couldn't hold himself back as well as the donkey had—he might have wanted to help San enjoy his new sex to its fullest extent, but he hardly had the best self control to begin with, as the boar well and truly knew considering their friendship was built on their mutual, hedonistic interests.

“So… Where do you want my load, my little sow~? How do you want your new sex to be christened for its first time~? Remember, you can't use your words~" The fox added with a grunt against the boar's cheek. He wasn't completely heartless, however, giving a hint to just how the suid should answer by brushing his fluffy tail against the pig's calves crossed just above the limb's base.

“Mmff." San opened his lips with another moan. His eyes flicked open just a crack to peer at his friend's grinning face with simultaneous need and indignity. The fox's lips were parted ever so slightly despite its smile to allow every delightful pant of need blowing from his exerting thrusts to kiss the boar's face. All while his adorable radar dishes for ears held themselves upright and pointed towards him to catch every note of bliss that escaped his body.

There was really only one answer to the fennec's question. Inside or out, both would be a delight and the boar would want to see both by the end of the day while they had the room booked, but only one would douse the flames of desire from his core—even though there was some nagging concern for the consequences of the deed lurking in the back of his mind. Yet San still wrestled with the decision for seconds longer than he needed too until the fox's firm, steady rut coaxed him to answer with a tight squeeze of his legs, pulling the vulpine's hips forward whilst his own ground upwards to try and wedge the fennec's knot past his inviting entrance.

If that wasn't enough of an answer for the fox, San's daring glare afterwards made sure. The brattish boar's attitude simmering beneath the veneer of obedience he had been teased into, letting Kaldric know that if he didn't take this opportunity to nut in his begging boy cunt, that San certainly wouldn't be respecting his 'stud' qualities going forward!

“Well~ If you're sure~" The fennec purred, his excitement from the boar's display made oh so pleasantly evident by his pistoning shaft's vigorous throb~

The fox's hands released San's wrists, letting the arms go free so that he could brace his body against the bed to better throw himself into each thrust—disregarding everything else in the pursuit of slamming his prick to its hilt within that wet snatch~ His tail flagged high in the air with every eager pump of his hips, striking hard and fast whilst San's arms took advantage of their freedom to reflexively wrap around the fennec's back, pulling his lover in closer with all four of his limbs while the fox's swelling glands pressed against his shivering snatch with a smothering grind. The fox's short, tan-furred snout pressed against the boar's cheek, letting every labored breath of pleasure caress his ears, whilst the boar's own moans of delight answered the fennec's larger pair in turn—growing higher and higher in pitch as the vulpine dragged him into a series of releases while chasing his own.

The lurid, sultry dance of their entangled bodies writhing against one another came to a sudden, brisk, and blissful resolution with one final press from the fennec's hips, prying his glands that half-inch further that they needed to finally slip their hefty girth past those oh-so-willing lips. Not that that stopped the vulpine's hips from their motions, now resulting in the press and tug of his knot within San's stuffed cunt to send the boar hurtling into another euphoric cry. The pig's fingers dug against the fox's thin fur, scratching at the skin underneath as he pulled him in as tight as he could manage.

Kaldric hovered on the precipice of his own release—the magical moment drawing closer with every twitching throb of the fennec's knot against the boar's g-spot, and every testing flex of his hefty furred balls against the suid's taint.

“Mmmm. God you're beautiful. But you're going to look even better swollen with my kits~" The fox growled sultrily into his friend's ear as his arms shifted one last time to tug the boar in against him—ensuring every last centimeter of his tied prick was wedged past those quivering folds and kissing his estrus and pre-soaked sheath against the boar's labia—right before the first jolting flex from his pumping rod soaked the depths of the pig's walls with the fox's oh so virile seed.

San's eyes went wide. His initial quizzical word of confusion, panic, and excitement silenced with a surprised gasp as his sex quaked around the unloading fox prick. His mind spun with contrasting thoughts as he rode the orgasmic high that came from experiencing the fox's release. He couldn't possibly be fertile… Could he? He was sure these sorts of treatments couldn't replicate that. Every procedure he had looked into beforehand needed to involve in vitro treatments with synthesized zygotes for couples that wished to experience 'as natural procreation as possible'!

But it wasn't any treatment on the market that he had taken. It was the newest, greatest, yet to be released, bleeding edge product from the company that leads the world in biotechnology that he had taken.

And yet… Despite the very real chance that the fox's words weren't just some dirty talk to get him hot and bothered at just the right moment, he didn't protest. Instead, San's grip tightened against his stud while renewed, even stronger, blush burned across his face from the mere possibility that it was true. His cheeks grew hotter, and his grip upon his potential baby daddy tighter, with every pump from the vulpine's well-stocked balls reinforcing their virile threat with each jet of thick cream plastering the gate to the boar's womb.

“Oh~? You like that do you~?" The fennec continued his playful torment with a grunt as the last of his climax poured forth from his loins. The tension which held the fox's climaxing frame in place relaxed with the last, trickling sputters, letting the fennec settle into his friend's embrace whilst cradling the whimpering, exhausted suid tightly against his chest.

Not that their post-coital embrace spared San from further teasing taunts as they waited for the fennec's knot to release its hold upon the pig's cunt. The vulpine took further advantage of his friend's inability to escape with some devious nuzzling teases to the boar's smaller ears, with some sultry growls thrown in for good measure. “Don't tell me the real reason you always rolled your eyes when I talked about the gals I've bred was because of jealousy~?"

“F-Fuck you…" San's thoughts ran absolutely wild with the latest barb. They were already in a tailspin as he relished every last sensation from his first creampie. Now, they were vividly imagining how the fennec's tailored genes would have no trouble finding purchase within whatever fertile ovum his recently crafted sex put out on offer for him. How the bundle of dividing cells would divide and grow, until his belly swelled with a noticeable curve like the pictures of those gals Kaldric showed him… Until, eventually, it would be him holding the precious bundle of joy with the rich fox who's stupid, handsome face was beaming with pride at what his womb had grown.

He couldn't really have been jealous of those gals anyway… right? Who would potentially be envious of someone getting to have this dork of a fen-fen's bastards. All he had going for him was a big dick. Well, that and looks, smarts, and his ludicrous trust fund.

“Don't ruin the moment…" His head tucked itself against the fox's neck, trying to hide the scarlet hue within his cheeks against the nape of the other's neck, even if the heat radiating from the skin was just as damning as the sight would have been. Fuck, why did Kaldric have to show him those photos, it made it so easy to picture himself in those bitches place.

“Mmm.. Sure, sure~" Kaldric snickered with a relaxing sigh, before settling into a quiet embrace with his friend and lover. Well, aside from one last tease against the boar's ear to ruin the progress the boar had made in cooling his turbulent emotions. “I think you'd make a wonderful mother~"

“Sorry to interrupt the pillow talk." Johnson's words cut their post-coital bliss short, uniting both the fennec and boar in a petulant glare against the donkey—fresh from the shower with but a towel wrapped around his waist—for interrupting their moment. “I got a… Call on my burner for you, Kal."

“Eh? What..? How would anyone know to contact that to get in touch with me while I'm on Do Not Disturb—" The fennec's blue eyes shifted towards the throw-away comlink in the equine's hand, just as a sense of dread began to dawn upon him.

“Kaldric." His father's voice barked forth from the cheap device with a stern, ice cold tone. San clamped his own mouth shut to resist breathing, let alone say a word, as one of the richest and most powerful people on the planet spoke—lest he risk being the target of Johnson's next contract, or however else the CEO's fury against his son played out.

“H-Hey Dad. What's up? Was there something that couldn't wait until after I, uuuuuuuh…" The fennec glanced down to San's mortified expression as he searched for an excuse, before flicking his attention back to the comlink—very glad that such a cheap device didn't have a video function. “After I get out of the shower?"

“Did you not think I wouldn't realize you were behind this little stunt the moment it happened? And for what, so you can knock up yet another one of your friends!?"

“What, no~? Why would I ever do a thing like help out a friend by making them a model case for the company's new product! But, uh…" The fennec's eyes shifted to Johnson whose expression all but read 'leave me out of this', before once again returning his gaze to the com. “But, say, while I've got you… We do have that Non-Disclosure and compensation agreement from the last one still drafted up, right..?"

“…"

The only sound the device gave in response was a resigned, and rather weary, sigh from the fennec patriarch before it clicked off with an audible beep of electronic frustration.

“He took that better than I was expecting." Kaldric replied with a sigh of relief, flashing San a supportive smile before continuing. “Don't worry, he'll warm up to you. He's a stickler for the traditional family values stuff, sure, but he's totally a push over when it comes to grand-kits. He'll probably like you even more than me, in fact!"

“I really should stop taking contracts from you corporate brats, it always ends with my poor heart skipping a beat when Daddy or Mommy finds out," Johnson protested with a chort, before plucking up his clothes and walking straight out into the hall—preferring to get dressed out in public than being roped into the next bit of insanity that came from the fennec's schemes.