Buddhapest Baths
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There is no way to truly describe the sound of Buddhapest. It is, simply put, a town of perpetual quiet conversation and ambient noise. Not the ambiance of New York, with its mechanizations near and far. Nor the ambiance of a sheltered forest with its many wild creatures. If one were to perhaps wish for the perfect middle ground of the two, they would find themselves in the southern reaches of Buddhapest, near the large, open Turkish baths. The heavy splashes, oceanlike in their tumbling, contrast with the many brilliantly colored white and dark blue tiles that catch and reflect the un-filtered sunlight.
It is as close as one can get to the rhythmic soul of the ceramic craftsman without learning the trade. And it is here that the rich spend their off-days, bathing and fraternizing with the middle class and the tourists. But as time does change the world, so do baths change as well.
In the center of the large baths lied a fenced smaller bath, one with decidedly shallower pools, weaker jets, and ramps to replace edges and stairs. It appeared suitable for children, perhaps, but upon closer inspection one would realize that it is perfect for those of four legs and lower stature. It is here where the pets of the prestigious come to lay about on warm tile and bubbling water while their owners wander around in the vicinity. And it is here that Zeki has begun to sneak in via the small access tunnels from the kitchen.
Zeki, whom for this short recollection happens to be our protagonist, was a rather tiny creature. He only stood about a foot high at the shoulders, and if you take away his tails one might suddenly get the impression that he'd fit that perfectly into a small waste basket or similar container. Some have tried, few have succeeded. But when not playing the role of a fluff bucket, Zeki's often seen wandering from street to street, alley to alley, scrounging up the meals a stray Kitsune does. The advantage of multiple tails lied with Zeki however, and those that recognized him often tossed a scrap or three his way when he stopped to visit.
He had never been to a bath. But after having scratched the tip of his nose upon a tin can lid while scrounging for food, he had decided it was worth a few barks and a chase to gobble up a plate or two of that heavenly prepared food that sentient canids - such as himself - and even those who were more feral would feast upon in decadent boredom. So privileged only because of the status of their owners. Zeki's forehead pressed stiffly to the grate now as he looked out. So far so good, only a handful of dogs happened to be present at the moment..
A couple of sleeping Pekingese, an overly fat blob that loosely resembled a pug, and on the far edge of the ring in the shadow of a tall building's peak, two wolves who seemed quite interested in each other's crotches. But there, not more than a short scamper away lay the table, the table that bore many sweet-meats, rolled breads and other delectable foods. The little Kitsune's paw came to his muzzle in a quiet tap to ensure that his scratch was still there, and that he hadn't simply fallen asleep under a newspaper in one of the alley he had been frequenting less than three hours ago. Slowly he began to inch his way out, grunting as his head suddenly stopped supporting the grate, whose old world wrought-iron charm came down un-forgivingly quick and pinched him against the carved stone sewer entrance. Not hard to deal with, save for a rather painful pinch to his lower back and later his tail bases, His desire to reach the food without incident allowed only a muffled "erfp!" to roll around behind his teeth and tongue - not escaping, not bringing notice to him.
As he exited he took notice, the grate was rather tucked in its own little spot, hardly worthy of being looked at for more than a few seconds, even for a tourist. It was in every way a perfect exit, and though he looked shabby, he felt that he could easily eat his fill and leave before anyone saw him or realized he was of a substantially lower income bracket than the others that often hung out here.
Much as he was praised in his youth for being a sneaky kitsune however, he did not have the willpower to fight his hunger. Within moments of reaching the food, he'd buried his muzzle in it, chomping at the meat, tearing at the bread, gorging himself to fill his stomach, which felt at that moment as if it had been perpetually empty since the day he was born. As he ate, though, and the rumblings of his stomach were reduced to a quiet, full roil, things that had been previously ignored slowly came into focus - one of which was that, despite having his back to the sun, Zeki was quite sure that despite the sun's low position in the sky and being behind him, his shadow was never THAT large or menacing, He was also quite sure his ears weren't that pointed, and that his shadow never snarled at him before. The gravity of his situation clicked in Zeki's mind, and his body jerked around, his tail knocking over a dish of crab cakes and spring rolls as he came to bear on the powerful, thick, erect knotted length of a Wolf, its snarling (and grinning) owner standing before him.
In a situation like this, someone bigger than him might taunt their newfound opponent. Zeki decided to take the more direct, safer course of action and simply bolt immediately for the grate.
Thinking quickly, he chose to surprise and evade the wolf with a quick dash for the far side of the canid pools. In his panic, Zeki forgot that he would have no traction on wet tile. The squeak of his paw-pad's lack of traction on the slick surface sent shivers down his spine, and they resonated in his mind as the wolf lunged for him. The wild beasts form, nearly four times heavier than Zeki's, brought the small Kitsune down and face to face with his attacker - an interestingly expressive wolf, who looked as if he had something in mind other than a live dinner. The wolf growled at the terrified Kitsune, then, to his surprise, spoke.
"You know, they don't just kick out dogs that break in here.. they cut them up, mince them, and serve them." The wolf paused for a moment, then spoke again. "But perhaps we have a better use for you."
The wolf was sentient, and could talk, that much was established. In fact, he spoke rather decent English, though it probably wasn't his native language from the sounds of it. The other wolf now came closer. His face seemed decidedly less expressive, showing that natural slack, tilt and shift that animals whose emotions are driven by instinct have. The sentient wolf spoke quietly to him. "Bachser, do you know what this is?" He pronounced the name of the evidently non-sentient animal, 'backser' or 'boxser', a strange name to Zeki's ears. Bachser's head tilted as he sat, giving Zeki a view of the other heavy canid cock that he feared he might soon have to deal with. Zeki didn't know whose was bigger, though if he had a choice, he would've rathered have anything to do with either.
He began to gulp softly as the wolves eyed him. Sure, Zeki had poked a couple times with other strays, even allowed a couple to mount him, but they were small. Not like the heavy, foot-long crushers these wolves had. "You're a Kitsune, aren't you?" the wolf growled. Zeki stammered out a soft, "y-yes," as he struggled, though not too hard. If he didn't cooperate at least a little, he might just be bitten in half right there and then. His eyes closed and then opened slowly as he tried to steady his mind. "I'm... a three-tailed Kitsune, and you should watch out or I'll transform into... into... a giant... a giant garbage truck!"
As the words left his mouth, even Zeki was left to question why on earth he'd choose something so absurd.. There was a moment of silence as Zeki and the Wolves looked at each other. Even Zeki had to admit, for a spur of the moment choice of scary things, it fell somewhat short of intimidating. With a growl the wolf suddenly rolled Zeki onto his back with a feral batting motion, a heavy paw pushing against the Kitsune's chest and keeping him from being able to roll out. "Bachser... mouth! C'mon boy, mouth!" The other wolf, who had been sitting quietly at attention this whole time, and whose knot had grown progressively smaller though all of this, perked up at the sound of his name. At the mention of the word, "Mouth", the thick knot started to slide out again, visibly throbbing as the wolf excitedly padded around to the other side, stepping over the Kitsune with his hind-paws touching Zeki's shoulders. a heavy, thick scarlet length swaying above the small canid's short white muzzle.
The sentient wolf growled out a warning. "If you bite him, Kitsune, even the slightest bit, I will eat you, tails first and head last. Do you understand?" Zeki couldn't help but whimper now as he opened his muzzle. He was about to have his muzzle raped. His eyes darted around; humans walked by, not more than 10 feet away, as they talked about the most banal news. Across the pool the lumpy pug still slept, and a waiter had even come with a new plate of food. It was undeniable that everyone could see this happening, yet no one seemed to really care. A couple people had stopped to watch for a few minutes, yet it seemed that for them it was largely trivial. Of course, that was them.
All Zeki could do was try to spread his jaws wide, close his eyes, and feel as a rather salty drip of pre hit his tongue and traveled down. A slimy precursor to the imminent, unavoidable event. Zeki wanted to call for help, he weighed the ups and downs of it, the possibilities, but before he could decide on a course of action, the decision became moot. Pushing against his tongue, nearly as wide across as his back teeth and twice as long as his muzzle, into his mouth came a powerful wolf shaft. Zeki was mortified, and yet, he could feel himself becoming aroused already. This was by association with his own experiences in fellatio - namely, the auto variation. It was early in puberty when Zeki realized he'd be somewhat lucky when it came to genitals. His own length, at full extension, stopped just near the lower part of his chest, making it a simple task to fit himself inside his muzzle, and though it had always made him "strange" to his litter-mates, many an evening and night were spent drinking his own fox cum. Unfortunately, those experiences had a somewhat less than desirable effect now.
The salty taste, though more powerful than his own, was enough to trigger feelings of pleasure within the little Kitsune, enough that his sheath had begun to swell and his own lighter pink length had started to ease its way out. The wolf whom had been keeping Zeki pinned grinned as he noticed this response. "My, Look at that Bachser." He said with a kind of mocking undertone. "I think our little fucksune's actually enjoying this. Do you mind if I taste him, lover?
" Zeki's almost gagged as Bachser's length sank further into his muzzle, enough to push rather painfully against the back of his throat. Through it all Zeki could only accept it, that his muzzle was being used as a moist hole to fuck, and out of the corner of his eye he saw even more onlookers gathering to watch. Few had likely seen canids outside of the usual animal mating position; some were evidently just curious, others were visibly aroused, but all of them only watched as the wolf continued, seeming to prefer squatting and periodically choking the small fox with his length rather than assuming a more traditional position.
Meanwhile, his sentient companion had curved his tongue beneath Zeki's half exposed length. Within just a few seconds and some rather skillful suckling, especially skillful for a canine, Zeki found himself fully erect and just as aroused as the two Wolves who were dominating him. He flushed with embarrassment, his pink shaft now catching the light and shimmering, contrasting with the dark blue tiles beneath him.
The wolf caught a glimpse of Zeki's full length, and his expression changed to one of surprise. "Well, you're certainly well endowed. Hey, I wonder... I've always wanted to..." He trailed off, hesitated for a moment, then grinned maliciously and gestured to the other wolf. "Bachser, hold this one still. I want to try something" Bachser, obedient to his master and apparent lover, slowly squatted down further now. The curve of his shaft was the only thing leaving room for Zeki to breath. Otherwise his throat was completely filled with the thick cock of the wolf, constantly leaking pre into his throat. "Alright, little Kitsune... let's see if what they say about your kind is true. I've never mounted another's urethra before."
Zeki clenched hard as he heard that. Urethra? Like, where his pee and cum came out of? Was that even possible? Zeki, unfortunately, was in no position to fight back. He would be an unwilling participant in the first - to his knowledge - urethral rape. His little body squirmed and jerked, though his length stayed perfectly in place, lined up with his chest and stomach as the sentient wolf took up a position nearly laying down with his head above Zeki's hind-paws. Slowly he began to creep forward, moving with a torturous, methodical slowness as the two members, shrouded by white and gray fur, grew closer until, suddenly, they touched.
The narrow tip of the wolf cock pressing against Zeki's own blunt tip, the tip of the wolf-turned-rapist's member centered upon Zeki's small opening. Yet the motion didn't stop there. The wolf began to push again, to push harder now to force his way in. "Oh god, what if it rips...." Zeki thought, "What if I get torn open by this wolf?" Indeed the tip of his length had begun to stretch, bringing with it unbearable pain. Zeki's body, tails and all, began to jerk and clench in agony - though just as he felt like it was about to split and leave him permanently damaged and scarred along his length, something strange happened: It continued right along stretching.
Not by more than a millimeter, and it still hugged the wolf's heavy shaft tightly. The lupine seemed unaware of the change, evidently enjoying this penetration considerably, despite the obvious pain Zeki showed. "Could it be?" he thought. "Transformation? A transformation to avoid a permanent injury? But why would it not go further?" Zeki didn't understand, but as the horrible penetration continued it became apparent that this transformation wouldn't widened his urethra enough to comfortably take the wolf, only just enough that it could barely fit inside with a great deal of work and shoving.
Had he seen the wolf's muzzle at this point, he would have known what a wolf in a complete state of bliss would look like, for the canine's member slid even deeper now, each step forward spreading the Kitsune's own penis until it was nearly four times thicker, spread as wide as a rolled up newspaper, the veins of the shaft pronounced, huge and protruding from the shiny pink flesh of his stretched and abused cock. It wasn't until the tip was at the merging point of all Zeki's inner tubes at the end of Zeki's urethra that the knot finally blocked further passage in. The wolf then looked back and grinned at Zeki, as if to ask how he liked it, if he enjoyed it. "Bachser... out of mouth," he gasped, his body shaking with evident pleasure just as Zeki's shook with incredible pain. The other wolf whimpered softly, slowly pulling his length out and allowing Zeki a few much needed, gasped breaths. The Kitsune whimpered, small tears running from his clenched eyes as he tried to look at the wolf, unable to properly voice his complaints with his sore throat.
Bachser, meanwhile, had begun to whimper, pacing and scratching at the tile floor as he watched his master mount the Kitsune in the most unique way. The sentient wolf looked back at him. "Aww... gotta pee, boy?" A grin of horrid ingenuity crossed the wolf's face as he pulled himself out of the now stretched Kitsune cock. "Mount, Bachser! Mount, boy!" The terrifying words echoed through Zeki's ears. It had actually hurt when the wolf pulled out, and his urethra had already begun to contract, slowly shrinking. He wished it could have waited to return to a normal size. Zeki's watched with damp eyes as Bachser straddled him, those heavy balls dragging on his face and chin, the thick smell of wolf once again filling his nostrils and overriding everything in his environment as the second cock he'd ever had in his urethra began to force its way in, undoing what little recovery there had been in a much more forceful way than the first time. In less than a few seconds he was just as far in as his master was and, from the looks of it, enjoying it just as much. "Alright, go boy!"
Though the wolf had taken commands up until now, he suddenly began to thrust, jerking Zeki's shaft back and causing Zeki's shaft to burn with sharp, biting pain as all the force of a large wolf with the instinct to mate was channeled into Zeki's widely-stretched urethra, the wolf using it as he might use a female dog. "No, Bachser. Pee. Pee boy!" After a growl from his master, the wolf slowed his thrusts, squatting a bit and presumably concentrating on releasing his bladder.
A shock came to Zeki as he realized what was about to happen. A terrifying thought crossed his mind. "Oh god... where's it going to go?" Zeki was by no means a reservoir, nor did he expect he had that much space in him, he started to whimper in anticipation. But protests of sex slaves and rape victims are rarely effective, and a sudden, powerful pressure was felt inside his urethra, and seconds later, his bladder. It was as if someone had begun to shove a long, thick tube into him that worked its way quickly around the loops of tubular flesh inside his body, forcing its way into his small fox bladder. Until now he had stayed quiet, whimpering, crying, but not breaking down into screaming. Now, now he began to yelp and call out. It made little difference, no one did any more than watch as he was violated in the worst way. His small bladder quickly reached capacity, but the wolf had only barely begun to empty himself. When his bladder ran out of space and the liquid had nowhere to go, the same natural reaction that had allowed his urethra to barely accept having an entire wolf cock shoved deep inside of it now began to allow his bladder to swell, his lower stomach quickly becoming visibly stretched and distended. His bladder muscles spent the entire time clenching furiously, trying in vain to stop the powerful stream from forcing its way into him, filling his bladder like a balloon.
But the instinctive efforts were in vain, the salty, discarded liquid flowing into his bladder nonetheless and without any sign of hindrance. By the time the flow finally stopped. Zeki looked as if a slightly smaller than average basketball had been inserted under his skin. His legs felt split from each other, his spine felt twisted, everything about his body ached from having so much shoved out of the way by the contents of the full bladder of a dominating wolf being pumped into his own.
As the wolf finished, he began to stand up, to slide himself from the Kitsune's length. It was the cork out of the wine bottle. All at once, Zeki's bladder muscles clenched their hardest, then released. Because of his urethra's unusually wide opening, it was not the stream one might expect. It was as if someone had taken a stein of Wolf piss and sloshed a generous amount all across Zeki's chest, and worse, his muzzle was open at the time. As he took a deep breath, wolf piss, not his own, but spraying out of his own body, came gushing into his mouth, flowing past his fangs and into his throat, enough getting into his lungs to make him stutter, cough, and spray even more all over and into himself.
that which had splashed into his muzzle quickly traveled down into his stomach to mix with the food that had gotten him into this position in the first place. Though the pressure had been somewhat relieved, he still had a great deal of wolf piss in his bladder when he was corked again, this time by the sentient wolf.
As the wolf assumed his position above the abused Kitsune he said, almost casually, "You know, I need to pee, too." Zeki gulped when he heard the imposing words. He had no idea if he was THAT stretchy. Granted he had never done anything like this before, he knew even his Kitsune body had its limits. The wolf continued.
"But, you know, I don't want to pop that little piss bag of yours..." Well, if he didn't want to, why was he pushing deeper? Why was he forcing himself further in, once again forcing the Kitsune's normally narrow urethra to far, far greater sizes than nature intended? At the end of the penetration, Zeki felt something. A new pain, as if territory that hadn't been tread before was being crossed. There's a kind of fear, a terror you feel when you realize something truly unnatural is about to happen, and this is exactly what Zeki felt in his mind - and stomach - as he began, for the first time, to openly plead. "Oh god, please... not in there, not in my--" Nothing would be heard or cared about, and his words were cut off by a pained whine as the same pressure began again.
Though, this time, it traveled downward, circling around, and as the sickening feeling of dread infusing his body peaked, he felt it. His little fox scrotum had begun to bloat out with urine, his testes swimming in the heavy-scented wolf urine. The small sac, like his bladder, began to stretch just as it reached its breaking point, growing thick and spreading out, blowing up like a very tender, easily wounded balloon between the Kitsune's thighs. The wolf was oblivious to Zeki's misery. "God... I need to get one of these for the house." The words left the sentient wolfs mouth in pleasured-casual tones as his back arched and his tongue lolled, his hind leg kicking up a bit and then coming down on Zeki's cheek, as if to give a final, dominating insult. The forepaws of the wolf now pushed downward, moving the bloated sac to the side and exposing Zeki's as of yet un-penetrated tail hole. "Bachser... mount the rump." said the owner, beckoning his dutiful canid over to him, watching as the dog's muzzle and his owners paws forced Zeki's swelling sac out of the way.
The stretching had stopped, though that didn't make it any less painful to have his scrotum the size of a softball. Zeki was thankful for small miracles, as the wolfs bladder seemed slightly less full than his pet's. It still stung and ached as the owner leaned forward and put pressure upon the pregnancy-sized bulge in Zeki's abdomen. Compared to all this, the ache of having a male wolf ravage his rectum seemed like it should have been nothing. Yet, as the wolf shoved himself in, lubricated only by his pre, Zeki began to yelp louder. He still didn't understand why nobody around cared, why nobody would hear him crying out and stop this.
At least half the bath house's attendees now watched the peculiar three way mating. Marveling at how versatile Kitsune are. Watching how skillfully the canid mounting the Kitsune's tailhole was able to force himself into the small creature and use delicate humps so as to not disrupt the other. The master, meanwhile, had begun to thrust in time with his pet, both wolves pounding away at Zeki's ravaged, sore body, one fucking his urethra with wild abandon, the other taking the more traditional anal penitration route as both wolves shared licks and muzzle-locked kisses.
Zeki had been made into their mutual fuck toy, and as they shared kisses and loving slurps, pain and pleasure whipped through the small Kitsune's body. The two wolves became imperceptibly stiffer as they neared orgasm. "Oh, oh god Bach, I'm going... arooooooooo!!!!" The wolves howled, reaching orgasm together as thick ribbons of cum were pumped deep into Zeki's body. He was too weak to care, too weak to fight as he was marked inside and out and unable to resist it. unable to do anything to stop this complete desecration of his body sexually. Their kissing and making out continued even after orgasm, both of them keeping their thick lengths inside the tortured little Kitsune, letting his confused bladder muscles attempt to figure out what to do, his tail-hole and scrotum facing similar problems as they could only sit with the heavy pressure for now, clenching now and then to see if the situation had changed any.
When they had finally pulled out, the wolves showed no more mind to him than they did to the lumpy, fat pug - who had taken this entire time to roll from his left side to his right side. (A noteworthy accomplishment for him.) Zeki was left to leak himself empty. The sentient wolf had come into his bladder, the cum mixing with the urine, making a liquid yellow/white mixture that seemed to soak into his underfur even deeper than the urine alone. It wasn't until later that night that Zeki finally felt up to moving around, his length finally having recovered in size enough to slide back into its sheath, and his balls and bladder having returned back to normal for the most part. With uneasy legs, the Kitsune slowly drug himself over to a plate of now-cold calzones that had been left out, eating one slowly and gulping it down. His stomach was full, and for the first time in a few hours, his bladder wasn't. The Kitsune slowly treaded through the cool, nighttime water of the bath to wash his fur as best he could before approaching the grate he'd entered by, taking a moment to give a long slow shake and stretch before finally climbing down into the sewers to return to the outside world from whence he came.
A Turkish bath is an interesting place. Its openness is unrivaled, and it is, indeed, far from your average bath house - especially in Buddhapest.