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"Come on Beetch!" The call came through the apartment.

The well designed living room was set with a couch, an entertainment center, a TV, and even other chairs and a book shelf. It also housed a black fox that was standing in the middle of it with a soft smirk on his lips and a hand that lifted quickly to brush a strand of his orange glowing hair out of his face. The man had a very harsh lisp that matched his medium tone, but stood in a way that one would expect from an impatient wife who had gotten herself all dressed up and now had to wait for her dumb husband to make a last minute phone call to the office. His hand rested on his hips, his body leaned to the side, his foot tapped quickly, and the high cropped button up shirt and skirt which was just a modified version of an outfit that can be seen in any Japanese school didn't help either. Even his half black and half orange tail, cut straight across the top so that the orange glow hit right at the back of his legs, didn't help as it lifted and dropped, sliding side to side to occasionally lift the resting folds of the skirt that he was wearing. After a deep breath the dark vulpine pulled the stalk of a cigarette from his lips, drawing it free so that while the red tip on the end of it still burned brightly a soft blow from puckered lips would push a small, quickly vanishing, cloud to rise up towards the ceiling.

"Skie, if you don't get out here now, then I'm going to start the photo shoot without you."

"Sorry!" The call came from around the side of the wall before the blue and white vulpine looked out towards him, "I couldn't find a tail hole in the back of the skirt so I'm having trouble keeping it down."

"There isn't one. Japanese students are more conservative so they keep their tails down naturally."

Was it true? That was hard to say, but didn't change the fact that Skie needed to keep his fluffy white tail down with the blue bottom of it against the back of his knees in order to not lift the skirt and show off the cotton panties that he was wearing. This fox looked almost exactly like Citrus, to a point that they could be twins whose colors had been captured in a photo negative. Cirtus's black body was met with orange hair running down the length of his back to his hips matched the white fur that made up this arctic fox's body and blue hair to match the underside of his tail. The only real differences were the white bangs that set at the front of Skie's head leaving him with a clear alteration from the dark vulpine's design, but then again this white fox didn't speak with any level of lisp either. While stepping out towards the dark fox Skie smiled softly to him, tugging at the tied up front of the button up shirt to see if he could pull it any lower to no avail. The exposure of his toned and well adjusted belly was something that he was happy about, willing to do crunches every now and against to keep up the slender waist of his very feminine body that fed so easily into the large and plush rump that set on the back of his hips. Their cute faces, their delicate frames, their tone and well managed bodies, and even the recently painted nails did well to continue this very female look that they shared and if it wasn't for the lack of breasts then anyone looking at these two would have no problem at all believing full well that they were actually girls just getting off of school from some uniform enforcing college.

Citrus had to smirk to the look of this, laughing when Skie asked where the camera was for their shooting, but instead stepped forward slowly so that he could reach out with a hand to feel his fingers wrap around the side of that collar which wrapped around the pale vulpine's neck. The look on the white fox's face told him that Skie knew what was about to come, what was now happening, but Citrus still felt that he wanted to explain it anyway to make sure that there was no misunderstanding. "There is no photo shoot, Skie. That was a lie. I just wanted to get your cute ass into that outfit so that I could beat the hell out of you again and fuck your barely conscious ass."

Those white ears fold back softly, a bit disappointed by the news before his defiance showed. "If you think you've got the - Ugnng!"

Skie's words were cut off instantly when those knuckles came to crash so easily into the pit of his stomach, driving his abs up into his own body while eyes bulged and lips quivered. Already those white knees felt weak, like they were about to give up from under him at the very start of this. Skie knew Citrus, though, and knew all too well that he simply loved fighting this pale vulpine, that he loved kicking Skie's ass from time to time. Citrus wasn't a professional fighter, but he was as close as a rookie could be without going full time. If the dark fox wanted to lay the smack down on someone then Skie was the perfect person to come for and he'd perfectly well allow him to tear his white body up a bit, loving to feel the pain of defeat and the domination of others over him which always left him hot and needy. Citrus wanted to fight dressed as school girls, and while Skie felt his cheeks burning from the strike, holding his stomach and stumbling back just a bit, he was already working on hiding that quickly hardening dick so that it didn't ruin the experience for his handsome lover who wanted nothing more than to give this white fox a treatment that he knew Skie simply loved. These two weren't just lovers, they were partners in this, and as such they did well to take care of one another's needs. It was only lucky for both of them that their interests crossed so well.

* * *

Between the two of them one was actually a fighter, part of a training gym, part of a fighting league, and while the white vulpine could certainly fight dirty if he needed to the dark fox had a very clear advantage here. This advantage was shown the best when Citrus moved his body in quickly, orange glowing hair flipping and flowing behind him while his fist was pulled back. Skie went to block high, making sure to protect his pretty face only to feel that face contort at the sensation of knuckles sinking into his gut. The force of the blow shocked through his body, folded him over the presented hand and left his legs shaking to stay up. Shattered breath tried to find its way out through his lips while the follow up to that stomach punch flowed at a wide arch with a black left hand reaching around that guard and crushing his fist against the side of that white face. Blue tresses wrapped around the wrist for a second before the weight of the body followed the heavy punch and forced Skie down onto his side on the floor. Daze washed over him, his mind clouded by the presence of pain and the inability of his eyes to focus. By the time that skirt flapped down against his hips again this pale fem-boy was already starting to pick himself up, to push off of the ground with his arms and bring himself onto his knees to start trying to stand again, but as he started to rise the crushing glow from a knee connected to a blurry body would hit him right in the gut again. This forced Skie's figure to fold forward up the length of that thigh, placing his cheek right against that thick bulge that that he'd nuzzle in a gasping breath. The scent of manhood filling his nose even through the fabric of a plaid skirt and panties just before a dark hand gripped a handful of blue hair on the back of Skie's head to help him stand up once more and smile directly in his face.

As Skie was held helplessly on his knees with his head pulled back to view the face of the dark vulpine. A long drag of that cigarette would pull the red cherry inward to leave only ash to mark its path it had traveled up that wrapper. Citrus leaned his head down to the beautiful pale fox, pressing his lips against Skie's and forcing his tongue into that mouth so that with a single blow he could force the white fem-boy to taste and breath his second-hand smoke. The feeling of it, the flavor, the very texture of that smoke filling his body in such a way forced Skie's eyes to roll into the back of his head, making him shiver and shutter at the entire experience of this. Citrus would finally release the kissing looking as Skie's eyes slowly turned downward towards his own only for them to widen when that slamming, all too familiar, fist crashed once again into that pale stomach, forcing his lungs to close instantly and all that smoke to rush out of him like a mist. Skie tried to fall forward over the arm, but his head was still held tightly in the dark grip which helped to keep the pale vulpine upright. This black fox finally started to pull on that hair, tugging it so that the white victim would be lifted slowly back to his feet. Those legs were still in no condition at all to stand, but it was clear Citrus didn't plan to keep Skie in this way for very long. Still keeping hold of that head the dark fox would finally release it just before his swinging hand would smash once more against the side of Skie's face, leaving him stumbling and leaning against the closest wall as a means to stay up. Citrus lifted his guard again, and the white vulpine was given a moment to see the school-girl outfit clad vulpine closing in on him.

"You're not tired out already, little fag, are you? I'd hate to think that you're still as weak as you were last time." Citrus said with a smirk, wanting to throw in some trash talk to keep Skie guessing what he was going to be doing next. "Little homo-bitches like you need to stay in the closet where you belong. Stop taking up the air from those of us that are working to make a difference about who gay people are."

Skie wasn't much of a fighter, but he was quick, so when the dark figure got close enough to him a pale punch was thrown with a bit of speed behind it to crash against that guard that had already been lifted. The force of the hit was nearly nothing compared to the hits that Citrus usually was made to suffer and compared to those this felt like a slap rather than a close hand punch. It didn't change the fact that Skie was up against the wall now, trapped there by the stronger, black, body in front of him that wasn't about to let him out anytime soon. White ears folded back a bit, feeling like a trapped animal that was about to be punished for the punch that he'd thrown at the fighter in front of him. Skie's body moved to dodge to the side, hoping to find a way to dart from against this wall, but only to feel a hand catch the center of his chest and forcibly through him back against the smooth plastered surface. While this white fox bounced against the wall his body flowed back towards the dark vulpine who was already attacking with his other hand in order to deliver a solid and hard strike right against the front of Skie's face, forcing the pale vulpine's body to try and crumble to the floor and be denied by that strong and powerful body stepping in to stop his descent. Skie could feel Citrus's body pressed against him, keeping him standing keeping their chest and abs together, feeling dark hands wrapping around his wrists to pin his white arms over his head while that cigarette was puffed on one last time and then turned to the side of his mouth. Leaning in for a deep kiss would allow Citrus to pass that cigarette on to Skie's lips, giving him a chance to smoke a bit.

"Such a weak little fox. If it wasn't for this big, fat butt you'd have no redeeming qualities at all." Citrus smirked, working to shoot down the pale fox some more with his words.

Skie could feel the smooth wall crushing down the fur on his arms, those limbs pinned in place which in turn trapped the rest of him. Every movement that the young fox tried to make was limited by that body pressed up against his. Every adjustment made left Skie grinding his chest, abs, and hips down against the dark fox through their outfits, and even through that the pale vulpine would release a deep moan. Skie bit his lip hard, trying to hold back the existence of his hard-on thanks to this rough treatment and exciting pin that he simply couldn't escape from. The white fox was even able to take a long drag on the cigarette that Citrus was so nice to provide him leaving him to blow the smoke through his nostrils just before his entire world was rocked right there on the spot. A loud call of pain erupted from the fox's voice s he felt a black knee having been brought up to crush against him once again, but he didn't get hit in the stomach this time. Those large balls were sore from the sudden hit that forced them to now rest against the thigh through his panties, but that first hit wasn't wasn't the worst of them at all not when that knee lowered just low enough that it could be brought back up again to impact those heavy balls once again. It wasn't until the third time that Skie's eyes would bulge, his swollen and likely bruised testicles needing a break as his legs quaked and quivered, trying to allow himself to drop to the floor while he was still being held up. Pain or not, there was no denying the raging thickness that was pushing against the fabric of his skirt and brushing against Citrus's thigh.

"I knew you'd like that, you filthy queer. You so fucked up that you can't resist a good ball beating, can you?" The dark fox once again spoke out to him, but it was hard to say if Skie could even understand him at all after all that. The soft smirk that followed drew one of those dark paws down slowly, releasing an arm so that he could bring his grip around that rock hard shaft in order to give it an easy stroke. "If you're good, I might even let you use this thing.... or not." It was a ploy! That hand released the throbbing dick, pulling his palm back just enough to swing hard and deliver a heavy slap against the side of it that made the pale vulpine jump in place.

Citrus released the other hand soon after this, bring it around quickly to flatting his fist against the side of Skie's ribs, hitting him good and hard so that he could watch that white body shake from the force of the blow. The follow up punch against the side of that face once again left those pale legs completely unable to hold up their host anymore, but Citrus wasn't about to let him go down so easily. The immediate strike that landed deep inside of that bare stomach once again forced Skie to call out, forced him to bark as he fought off the darkness that was starting to fill his line of sight. Skie once again tried to curl himself around that arm, but this time the dark fox was waiting for him with a well placed headbutt straight down onto the top of Skie's scalp. This finally allowed the pale vulpine to drop down to the floor. Hands gripping at the carpet just a little bit while he felt his breathing shattered and his body shaking at the sensation of having such a delicious beating. Very few people could beat down Skie the way that Citrus could and there weren't many people that he trusted to try. As he rested there all he could see was the outline of the dark fox standing over him, looking at him, watching him, and waiting. Skie wouldn't take long, his line of vision shrinking quickly as he tried to rest. The dark vulpine stood over him, smiling down at him and with a fast swing of his open hand that white cheek reddened with a pain that came from a hard slap which jerked his head to the side. The white fox was almost out, almost unconscious, but it was clear that Citrus wasn't quite done with him yet.

"You're not going to sleep yet, whore. I've still got some fun plans with you before I let you pass out on me."

By the time Skie was able to turn his head back up towards the dark, smiling fox that other hand was coming down and connected on the other side of that pale face, jerking the head in the opposite direction. Back and forth he'd feel the hard slaps, heard the loud impacts, and felt his head being forced from one side to the next over and over again. The movement was making him dizzy, but even after this point there was no struggling from this white fox, no longer having the strength to even move let alone try and fight him off. When Citrus finally stopped slapping him those hands moved in a different way, no longer hitting but instead taking hold of those white ears to grip them night and tight so that Skie's head could be lifted once again, brought right under that plaid skirt in order for his nose to press down against the panties that happen to be there. This dark vulpine wanted to make sure that Skie knew what the scent of a real man was, and so he'd grind those large, full, and ready balls through the silk of his underwear to roll over that snout, letting him have a nice deep whiff of it before releasing the white fox. Skie's head dropped back down to the floor again, the smell of heated musk still familiar in his nose, those eyes rolled back, that dick throbbed hard as if it was ready to pop right there on the spot. If it wasn't for not being able to move this fox would be jerking himself so hard right now, but the aching of his body wouldn't allow such a thing, the tension that he was given was torture. Driven to a point of male-heat and yet unable to even handle it thanks to the thorough beating that left his body entirely unable to move. The breath the flowed from him did so in pants, trying to maintain himself as he felt his eyes slowly begin to shut, his body limping up while fatigue and pain slowly forced him into the depths of the darkness that he had been approaching earlier. Skie knew that he needed a rest after this, and while his body began to pass out, his figure moaned, churred, and grunted up to the dark vulpine that was watching him even now. It was a question on if Citrus would allow him to slip out of consciousness this time, and while his mind fuzzed, his body relaxed, his entire figure crashed into the depths of his own mind it became instantly clear that the dark fox was finally going to show him enough mercy to allow Skie to be knocked out.

This wasn't the end for Citrus, he still had plans, but they were going to take some time to prepare, having the young fox being passed out while he set things up was the best way, he had to make sure that the Skie wouldn't run away from him. That smile wasn't there for what he'd done, but what he planned to be doing very soon. Such a fun time between these two was simply too good to end and this dark fox had no intention of allowing it to do so. At least not just yet.

* * *

Skie's own grunts woke him up long before his eyes opened. The feeling of his pain wracked body still as tight and straining as it had before, but now he was at least able to move a little bit. Those tones didn't only reach his ears, though, but also called out to the dark fox so that Citrus could know that his pale friend was coming around. With a slow fluttering of his eyes Skie would found the area in front of his face to be blurry, but that line of sight was already starting to come into view. At first the pale vulpine thought that he had been made blind as his eyes could see nothing but darkness in front of his face, but as those orbs started to come into focus Skie was able to see the lines of fur that made up this darkness, could witness the bends and curves at the display of what he was witnessing. By the time this white fox realized what he was looking at Citrus's perfectly plush rump came down slowly with that pucker in directly view of those eyes. The weight of the butt alone made it impossible for Skie to lift, at least with his weakened body after such a ruthless fight. The thick rear wrapping it's cheeks around the sides of his snout and grinding his ass against the very tip with an easy moan and a tender pant. Citrus looked back down over his shoulder to the still down-ed fox, enjoying the feeling of his large rump grinding away at that handsome pale face.

"Welcome back to being awake, Skie." Citrus mocked quickly with a half smile, "You were such a great little loser bitch that I thought I'd give you a little present. For getting your ass kicked I decided to give you the pleasure of licking my tight pucker."

Every movement that Citrus delivered to the pale fox left him moaning and groaning down to the defeated creature. Those white hands lifted slowly, weakly, and without any success at all sunk his fingers against the thick plush of that bubble shaped rear. The thick weight of dark rump sinking around his fingers, bending between them while the white vulpine remained completely trapped thanks to his weakened body. Citrus delivered a deep smirk, a confident smile, down to Skie, feeling him struggling and trying to through this dark vulpine off, but that only gave him more motivation to lean back all the more and grind his tight rear button against the tip of that nose. He could feel the white fox trying to resist, trying to get away, trying to break out of this, but it was clear that the only way this fox would be able to get out from under Citrus's body would be to do as he wanted. With a hesitation that tongue finally reached out, finally lifted from Skie's now opened maw to lick against the salty flesh ring as his mouth muscle started to push circles around the rim of it. The very feeling of his rear being dampened in such a way forced the dark fox's tongue to roll out as well, falling free from his lips to hang out while his eyes rolled up into the top of his head.

"Mmm yeah.. That's right beech... just like that. God.. you love losing to me don't you?" Citrus's trash talk was lessened by the amazing sensation of having such a skilled tongue playing across his bottom, not wanting to focus on words as much as he did the ever growing dick that was even now starting to push up the front of his skirt as a tent.

Skie couldn't answer, at least not yet, but soon slid his fingers free from the grip that he had on the dark rear and moved to wrap his arms around those thick thighs, no longer pushing Citrus away but instead pulling him in closer. The dark vulpine knew that he was starting to lose control over the situation and with his strong legs he'd pull up just enough out of Skie's reach that when he slammed his rear back down over that face it would jerk the white fox's head back into the floor. Citrus didn't want to end Skie's play over his butt, but certainly had other things that he wanted the young boy-vixen to do for him before the cream started to flow. The black fox only had to lift himself back up a little bit so that when he turned himself he could come back down and sit on the weak vulpine's chest, a dark hand reaching forward to take hold of that blue hair once again, but he wasn't going to attack Skie again, such a thing simply wasn't needed. The easy pull on those azure tresses brought that head up within Citrus's control, pulling Skie slowly so that the dark fox could lift his plaid skirt to the side in order to reveal that thick, juicy, pre-cum dripping, orange dick. The look of it fell right into Skie's line of sight, the smell of it was rich and potent with the hidden cream that so desperately needed to come out. Even if the black vulpine wasn't poking the head of that cock against his friend's lips, leaving a stamp of pre behind when he did, Skie would still be leaning his head forward to lick across the texture of that glowing dick. Every tiny taste that he made drew the meat into his maw, pulled it closer against his lips and left him moaning deeply at the sensation of having such a thick member being tucked away in his mouth.

The blue tongue rolled across the underside of Citrus's tasty dick, passing up the length as this member was pulled in deeper and deeper. Soon the those dark furred hips would be crushed against the front of his face, blue eyes staring on at the handsome fox that sat over him, that had abused him so perfectly and now used his defeated body as a sex toy. The treatment had Skie reeling with need, almost desperate to get what pleasure he could but this wasn't his show, it was Citrus's, and he wanted to keep showing his lover that he could take his punishment for losing such a fight, that is if he wanted to keep receiving this amazing abuse in the future. Skie's lips found their mark, pinching down on the orange cock like a ring that was tightening all on it's own. The hard sliding push of the hips deeper, longer, and further against the back of that throat left this white fox to roll his eyes back slowly, but continue the back and forth motion to taste the meaty cock as his head was held in place by his hand and those hips started picking up sleep. Citrus wasn't gentle in this at all either, holding Skie's face perfectly still so that his hard thrusting movement could slam his hips directly against that snout. Every beating movement leaving the pale fox to shiver below his captor while that cock throbbed against his tongue and cheeks, filling his maw perfectly while pre continued to run free as if trying to drown the young vulpine. Skie knew that Citrus wasn't going last much longer and prepared himself. This pale vulpine awaited the flavor that was going to be pouring forth soon to him, and while he turned his eyes up to look at that darkly grinning face. The look at the Skie gave him was one of need, one of begging, one that screamed to be given the flow of that dick milk so that he could drink it all down to the very last drop. A heated moan flowed around that meat tube, surrounded it in his drool and with one final hard hitting impact against the back of his throat Citrus's dick finally burst with a wave of heated seed that coursed it's way inside of that mouth, puffing out Skie's cheeks and leaving him to swallow thickly just in time for the next torrent to flow in. The flavor was something divine, something to die for, and left the already swooning fox to gulp another mouthful before that still half hard cock was finally pulled free from the white fox's lips.

"Mmmm.. I'd say that you have the best lips around, but I already have that title." He told Skie while pushing the back of that blue haired head down to the floor. Even after it was all over he still wanted to play a bit, wanted to be rough with his victim.

The panting lips at the end of the white fox said that he could do anything that he wanted, said that Citrus was free to keep using him until he was finished. It was something that the dark fox found tempting, but only those two knew how long this little game could possibly last.