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By the time Aurelius had her in the taxi, he had already forgotten her name.

She didn't care to remind him of it, it was the least of his concern as he slid his tongue into her muzzle, feeling her quiver and moan beneath him as they fumbled on the drive back.

It still didn't come up when they staggered through the door in a mad stupor, clothes peeled and hastily thrown from bodies as the race to be naked and intertwined preoccupied their minds.

Now with her at his hooves, kneeling and looking up his supple form with deep, milky caramel eyes that just begged to be fucked hard, he realised all too abruptly that he had no idea what to call her. He knew not what to scream out as he would breed her holes, he envisioned the awkward moment come morning where away from the fog of lust he would fall short of addressing her leading only to riling her temper, and most of all he knew that were this to turn into a fantastic night he'd remember for the rest of his days, she would forever be known as that fox with no name he railed into the headboard.

He looked down and reached a paw to her cheek. She must have been ten years younger than himself, maybe a mature student part of some other course. He'd never seen her in any of his lectures but her face was a little familiar. It was tellingly mischievous, a shine of smuttiness behind her innocent fluttering eyes, and the sly smile on her face broke the composure down. She was aroused, incredibly so as it didn't take a genius to take one sniff of the air and to taste her lingering on the breath. She had been wet in the bar, wet in the taxi, and now Aurelius couldn't even escape the thick, slick stench of her need. But, like an obedient girl, she knelt there with her paws planted against her thighs, legs spread apart as if inviting Aurelius to take what he wanted, and her body arched as she looked up to him, gaze flitting between his face and his crotch. Unashamed of her desires, though she spoke very little, the shallow pants and rapid rise and fall of her full, ample chest belied her excitement and anticipation. Her tongue darted between her dark lips, wetting whatever was dry, anxiously swallowing as she waited ever patiently for the stallion to make a move upon her.

However he was in two minds.

Without knowing what she was like in bed, without even knowing her name, he had two options. The first was play things safe, to be tame in terms of the limits he pushed but to remain passionate as he kept their rutting old fashioned. After all, there was nothing wrong with the classics. But he knew, deep down, that he wanted something more. He felt daring tonight, something in him wanted to take advantage of this stranger and to make her submit in ways no other girl would, or even should. The vixen had some dirty aura to her that Aurelius had picked up on in the bar, but through a crowd of people and a sea of drinks he couldn't pinpoint if he was right. On her knees now however he suspected his hunch might very well be correct.

There was only one way to wind out.

"You want it?" He asked as he let himself drop. It was such a rush to feel his flesh engorge, blood coursing through his veins and fattening his member kept hidden within its sheath. The sagging folds of his entrance bore his flare which slid free with greasy pre splattering from his head, and he shuddered as every inch soon became exposed to the open air. As if tasting the very scent of her arousal, his meat throbbed, surged, and lifted as if possessed by its own will, and he hardened with every thundering heartbeat. Aurelius groped a paw against himself, one cupping his sack and lifting it, the weight heavy in his paws, and the other stroking against his tender shaft, guiding along the length until fingertips teased at his flare. A swirl in the dripping ooze left him stifling a moan, it was so very tempting to just have the vixen open her muzzle and to slide right inside until he hit her throat, but he wanted to see just how far he could push for his own benefit. His mind was already reeling with ideas that sprang forth as he stared down at her, impassively awaiting her response as his cock dangled before her very eyes. Another lick of the lips, another desperate gulp, she needed it badly.

"Please," she breathed, "I'll do anything."

"Good."

Though his cock swung before her like the lure upon a fishing line, tantalising and meaty, begging for a meagre morsel on her lips, he turned around and flagged his tail aloft, the silken strands brushing against the sculpted buttocks of his ass. He widened his stance, bent his knees a touch, and thrust his rump into her face with the courtesy of a thug.

"Eat me out."

At first there was nothing. For a moment Aurelius considered if he'd pushed too far, listening to the subtle, displeased snort of someone who had not been intending to rim the stallion. But he waited patiently, paws reaching back to prise apart his own cheeks and expose the dark pucker that lay nestled within, the opening taut for the time being but no stranger to receiving attention from men and women alike. This anonymous girl had every right to say no, but Aurelius would give her nothing if she didn't put her face into his ass and suck his asshole as if she were a frisky teenager again caught in a frustrated make-out session with her high school sweetheart.

"Do it," he commanded, his voice more cutting than he had intended, "or you get nothing."

With the threat of losing out on thick, throbbing horse cock, that seemed to do the trick for the nameless vixen. Delicate paws held themselves upon his calves as she leant forward, and a slim muzzle slid itself between the sweaty fur of his musky ass. Tepid breaths huffed against his skin as she pushed deeper, and Aurelius grunted as he felt the very first contact of her lips to his hole. Whether or not she had any reluctance, it didn't show, as it was barely seconds before the stallion felt the probing flesh of her slender tongue. Edging round the outer ring first, she took her time before she went deeper. Aurelius grunted at the pressure before she slid inside, her tongue tasting for the first time his innards, teasing at his guts as it surged forward. She moaned, something caught between revulsion and arousal, but she pressed on, sinking deeper and sucking upon his ass. Kissing the rim and exploring with her tongue she lapped and groaned amidst spittle as she ate him out, her paws kneading subtly against his calves as she leaned further against him, her muzzle clenched between his cheeks and more than likely smothered in his musk, smeared in sweat, feasting on the taste of him in a way she never anticipated. It made him hard to think of how nasty she was, stroking his cock as she rimmed his hole, pushing out the muscle to meet her advances and drawing in that dextrous tongue even deeper into his guts. A muffled surprise came in a grunt, but she didn't refuse or resist, if anything working ever harder to satisfy the stallion and suckle on his asshole.

Aurelius was very tempted to leave the poor girl to her own devices and to just rub one out there and then as she seemed to have little concern for when she could stop. If anything the longer he allowed her to continue to greedier she became, almost as if desperate not just to pleasure the horse via his ass but also to suckle on the hot musk that must be drowning her taste buds by now. But the stallion wanted at least one load inside her before he began to even think of letting her just worship him and service him until he was ready for a second round, so he stepped off her, giving her muzzle some much needed air that she sucked on hungrily as if starved for oxygen.

"Good girl," he cooed, turning back around to face her, thick, swinging pole of horse cock now bobbing before her face, "I think you've earned your treat." She made a dart for his flare, eyes fierce with need, but he cut her off, a finger to her forehead and tilted her to look up at him, gazing past the looming shape of his meat, "But first you start with my balls, then work your way up my shaft."

Again she might have considered that a bit much, any ordinary person might have paled at the suggestion of smothering their face into a male's crotch and coating themselves in his stench, but if this vixen had already been prepared to suffocate herself up his ass and suck on his hole then his sack should have posed no problem. He let her take her own time as she leaned forwards, paws stroking up his legs and settling now upon his thighs, daring ever closer to his hips and groin, and she put her weight there. Her muzzle, lips pursed and tongue already sneaking out, pushed up against his heavy sack that sagged with his fat nuts. He felt her lips connect to the leather skin of his balls and began to lap at the soft flesh, tenderly and headily sucking at those orbs as if they were some precious treasure. He knew the stench must have been sweltering. No matter how much a man showers, the crotch retained its sweat, soaked in it, bathed in it, until it was as if they hadn't washed at all, and the little vixen's eyes bulged as she fed on the musk that bombarded her tongue. The wet muscle glided over the leather sack, smoothing between the folds, drinking in every drop of musk and noxious odours that happened to emanate from the horse's balls. There were no complaints, however, though Aurelius might have known it would be because she sported a mouthful of masculine nuts.

She wasted little time though getting to the main event, and rather than tease the poor girl any further he let her have her reward. Her face stinking of his ass, her breath dripping in his musk, she lapped hungrily at the long curve of his shaft, suckling right along the shaft as she drank what pre might have soaked his flesh. Her eyes flutter with a flirtatious, dirty shine to them, leering up at the horse as he stretches his arms behind his head, neither moving to help hurry things along nor waiting for her to move. His cock throbs against her tongue and for the fox it's all the invitation she needs. Greedily her lips sink to the flare and wrap around Aurelius's head, paws bringing the arc of his member lower down so that she can slide her muzzle along his length. Both dainty grips tried to encircle his girth but neither could fully encompass him, which only made him harder at the thought of what he might do to her once they got to the real fun. He smacked his lips, hips bucking against her, as she swallowed down his dick inch by inch.

Struggling at first, Aurelius suspected that perhaps she may have bitten off more than she could chew, but determination was not something she lacked. Though she gagged and choked the more horse cock she tried to cram down her throat, it didn't seem to admonish anything of her enthusiasm. But it was clear she was getting nowhere fast, and so with one steady paw planted against her skull, Aurelius decided he best give her a little help. Strange panic flitted across her eyes before she disappeared from the stallion's view, face buried into his groin as he pushed her down, and though her body struggled and the sounds of rasping breath and wretches told him she was still receptive, he ignored them. Her throat felt so good tightening around his cock, shoving himself balls deep into the muzzle that choked on his meat. Paws pathetically patted at his thighs in a desperate attempt to push him off, but the stallion was just naturally stronger. It was like a breeze trying to topple an oak, nothing was going to happen unless Aurelius made up his mind. He held her there, counting the seconds and listening to her mewling whimpers with gullet stuffed of his manhood before he let go. In an immediate gasp she pulled back, spluttering and coughing as bile and spit drooled from her maw as she caught her breath, her body doubled over nearly from the assault. Aurelius stood over her, waiting, paw still grasping the top of her skull, until the moment she looked up again with watering eyes and dribbling lips,

"Deep breath."

She barely had the chance to suck in the air before he sunk her head back down, fingers laced into the fur and tight behind her ears. Again she struggled, though more prepared than the first time, but it still took some work to batter down the last barrier and delve deeper into her throat. His free paw stroked over the bulge in her neck, feeling the pressure of his flare digging against the oesophagus. It was exhilarating to feel himself manipulating her so lewdly like this, reworking her internal anatomy to suit himself, but he wouldn't be stopped at her throat, no matter how wonderful it felt each time she gagged and swallowed against his shaft. Her body writhed from the agony of it, perhaps not being so adjusted to deep-throating despite her coquettish demeanour, but Aurelius wasn't prepared to let her go just yet until he had savoured just a few seconds more, all orchestrated with her pitiful groans as she submitted to his cock. Stinking of him, full of his flesh, he'd do so much more before the night was through that most girls would pale at.

Once more he let her go, letting her retreat of her own accord still hacking as if her lungs had been perverted. She stumbled back against her legs, sitting tired and weak upon the floor as the stallion stroked his spit-slick cock. He gazed down at her with stirring feelings of need, such burning need that it almost scared him how much he wanted to ravage the little vixen until she would be walking bowlegged from here dripping with his cum. His mind painted him a picture of her splayed out across his bed, holes gaping and flush with seed, mewling incoherently as he primed himself for the umpteenth round, feeling her fatigued body just allow him his lust and serving him all the same, regardless of whether she had the energy for it or not. She looked at him almost knowing this, that the same image was running through her own head and yet still she stayed, never once uttering a word otherwise. It seemingly riled her back to her senses, raising up to take over Aurelius's paws and stroking his manhood for him, her drool-smeared muzzle smirking,

"I need it inside me."

Aurelius wasn't going to deny her that.

"Get up, present your hole."

She did, staggering to her footpaws and clambering to the bed. She made to move onto her back, about to spread her legs and expose her dripping pussy for the horse to breed, but he cleared is throat, a finger circling in the air for her to turn around,

"Not that one," he growled lustfully, "The other one."

A hot flush of embarrassment burned on her face, he could tell, but still there came no protest. Shamefully she crawled onto all fours, legs spread wide, her cheeks pulled apart to reveal the tight pink pucker of her ass to him. Aurelius sauntered up and pressed a wet thumb to the entrance, feeling the resistance as he bore down until her hole swallowed the digit. The fox made a whimper, body clenching down upon the appendage, but he grinned, chuckling and smacking her buttocks,

"Don't worry, you're tight now, but we'll get you loosened up. One way or another..."