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Mako stood in his front window, a phone in his paw and his bathrobe open to the world. He was so lacking in modesty for his feminine body that he didn't care if the neighbors could see his cunt. Most of them had seen it already and a few of them had tasted it. With rain beating on his windows and bolts of lightning ripping through the sky like javelins, he cared even less about being seen. If someone was willing to wade through torrential rain to see his exposed body, they deserved the show.

"Yeah," he said into his phone. "Nah, it's no problem. Weekends are always busy, yeah?" The small talk didn't take long. He ordered his dinner, adding at the last second, "And some of those garlic sticks too. Yeah. I'll be waiting, tell 'em not to drive too fast. This weather's something else."

Mako didn't think much of feigning concern for the delivery driver. He seriously doubted if anyone actually hoped their driver would take their time, but it was impolite to say actually, yes, my dinner is more valuable than a minimum wage pizza slinger's life. He stared out the window at the road, willing the driver to go faster, but he knew it would be an hour before his food came. That was how it was on the best of days. In this weather on a Saturday night when everybody wanted fast food, there was just no telling.

Headlights shone in the front window forty minutes later but Mako was four beers into a six pack by then, so his skewed perceptions made him think more than an hour had passed. He didn't care for beer, but it was what he had leftover from last week's party and he wanted to enjoy a buzz and some pizza. It was a reasonable plan for Saturday.

The panda opened the front door and stared through the sheets of rain, trying to see the figure of the pizza boy or girl. Just like he had willed the driver to hurry up, he was willing them to be a prettyboy with a dick down to his knee.

Mako opened the storm door and invited them in with a wave of his arm. They had their red jacket pulled up over their head and an insulated bag in their arms.

"Shit, you're like a fuckin' drowned rat," the panda laughed. "They can't pay you enough to put up with this."

"Aw, you-, you get used to it," the driver said. He shrugged his coat around his shoulders and looked at Mako. He began to smile. "Uh. Just have a shower, sir?"

Mako looked down at his body. He never bothered to tie his robe closed. Modesty was for those with prudish roommates. "Sure did," he affirmed. "Hold on. Lemme grab a towel for you."

The panda sauntered off to the linen closet with a grin on his face. The pizza boy was cute as a button. Now Mako could have three of his favorite things on his Saturday night: a buzz, pizza, and sex with a cute guy.

Mako came back to find that the pizza boy had put the food on the dining room table. He seemed self-conscious of where he dripped on the carpet. Mako tossed him a plush white towel, said, "Don't worry about the carpet, gotta have it cleaned anyway."

"Oh, yeah," the soaked boy said. "This is just about the worst rain I've ever worked in. I gotta get new tires on my car."

"Yeah. Yeah, gotta be safe out there," said Mako absently. He shrugged his robe off his shoulders. It dropped to the floor silently. "I got money for the pizza. Short on cash for a tip, though."

"Oh, I see. Well, tips aren't mandatory, sir," replied the pizza boy, not hiding his disappointment very well.

Mako grinned. "You're cute. What's your name? Gawd, I love that hair. Bet it's something when it's dry. You a fox?"

"I-, yeah, partly fox. Thanks. Um-, uh, I'm Desmond."

"De-e-esmond. That's a cutiepie name. Never met a Desmond before." The panda slipped into Desmond's personal space. His grin was wide, teeth shiny. His tail swished and swayed, thinner than what was expected of a red panda. Like Desmond with his raccoon marks, Mako's blood was hybridized too; his lesser half was otter. "So, Desmond. Ya got an exotic New Zealander with a few beers in his gut and a pussy between his legs. You want to dig the change out of the couch cushions for your tip or do you wanna dig it out of my fuckin' asshole with your tongue?" He smooched Desmond's blushing cheek and smiled.

The foxcoon began to smile back, but he was awkward and bashful, seeming to question the panda's intentions. "I'm not exactly, uh-, are you sure? The whole... screwing the pizza boy thing. It's kinda silly."

Mako turned on his heel and flipped open the pizza box. "Don't wanna tongue-fuck my butt? Well, that's just your loss, I s'pose. Might be a couple quarters in the cushions." His fingers played across his ass, rubbing a curved cheek to demonstrate the silky qualities of his fur and the plushness of his bottom. "Or ya can pack your snout between these cushions. Unless you're some straight guy who doesn't want his nose in another man's asshole, but I'm gonna be honest," he looked over his shoulder and grinned, "you look like a fag to me, Desmond. And I'm pretty sure that's a hard-on I see cropping up in those trousers of yours."

"They, um, they warn us about this kinda thing in the training videos." Desmond played with the wet towel, twisting it up. "I always thought it was a joke, actually."

The panda gnawed a slice of pizza. It was lukewarm. He wasn't disappointed; he expected it to be stone cold. "Well, Desmond," he said, "as you can see, it's not a joke. And if I'm being honest with you, I'd put the personal desire to get laid above a pizza-slinging job."

He kept his eyes forward and ate his pizza. His rudder swayed above his ass as though he intended to hypnotize the foxcoon. If the pizza boy didn't bite now, he doubted there was anything else he could do. But he felt the air move and sensed that the fox was closer. Unfamiliar but welcome paws cupped his bottom. Their touch was tentative but lustful.

"Don't you get all fuckin' shy on me. I'm not shy about offering it, why be shy about taking it?" Mako asked with the bitchiness of a spoiled princess.

"How do I know this isn't some sting or something?" the pizza boy asked. Even he sounded unconvinced by the idea.

"Right. Yeah. It's a sting. I'm really tall for a ten year old, don't ya think? S'why they use for me these operations." He pushed his butt into Desmond's paws and said in a voice with no patience in it, "Get the fuck down there and start licking, would you? Christ's sake. Thought you American boys were kinky fags."

Desmond wondered feebly for a few more seconds if his employer was behind this. It was remotely possible, but as he ran through the steps which would see a national pizza chain hire a nubile red panda from New Zealand to seduce him and demand a rimjob, he managed to disabuse himself of the notion. "All right," he said lamely, and knelt on the carpet. "Can I-, uh."

"Spit it out, pizza boy," Mako snapped. "Gonna be honest, the more time you spend talking, the more likely it is I'm gonna call and tell 'em their boy Desmond dunked his nuts in my pizza."

"Fine, fine, forget it," Desmond grunted. He touched Mako's ass, holding the two halves in splayed fingers. A shudder passed his lips. As he tugged apart the panda's cheeks, his breath hitched in his throat like part of a hiccup. "Gawd. Your butthole..."

Mako gave the foxcoon two seconds to talk or tongue. When neither happened, he swished his tail across the fox's crown and snapped, "Is just about the most perfect one you've ever seen, yes, I fuckin' know that, ya dozy cunt. Get in there!"

Having a bubble butt in his face was totally unlike porn. In porn everything happened for him and his only duty was to himself. In sharp contrast, Mako bitching down at him to get to work and the suddenness of it all was downright surreal, but Desmond's favorite kind of porn involved big, round asses. He nosed into the panda's crack, slotted his snout between the fat cheeks without hesitating much. Then his nose bumped the panda's pink, snug anus and he quickly flinched back.

"S'matter with you?" The panda, mouth full, bitched at Desmond. "Push that fucking snout in and eat my asshole!" With the emphasis, he shoved his ass backwards like he wanted to knock the foxcoon over. His anus bumped Desmond's nose and winked involuntarily because of the contact. It was as if the pucker was smooching the foxcoon's nostrils.

Desmond inhaled. He didn't mean to but it turned out to be an amazing sensation. Partly it was the taboo but so much more of it was pure biological satisfaction. Mako's body was clean but his anus proved to be thick with natural musk. Desmond inhaled again, sucking through his nostrils like the panda's asshole was a line of coke on a stripper's ass cheeks. A groan, deep and flush with arousal, shook past his gaping mouth.

"Are you-? Are you sniffing my fuckin' asshole?" Mako asked, and then erupted with laughter. He laughed so hard he had to drop his lukewarm piece of pizza right back into the box. He almost doubled over the table, howling with laughter, and still Desmond was snuffling him. "Oh my fucking god! All the pizza boys I could get, and I get the one who wants to snort my butt. This is too much. I gotta-, I have to tweet about this shit." He grabbed his phone off the table and rapidly typed with his thumbs. "Holy fuckin' balls. This is wild. You having fun back there, Desmond?"

"Yeah," Desmond said into Mako's muffling ass cheeks. His arms curled around Mako's legs. Overwhelmed with the very idea of real sex, he forgot he was supposed to be eating ass and kept smelling it.

The panda put down his phone. He was still coming down from his laughter, now stricken only with a minor case of giggles. "Gawddamn. First pizza boy I screw in America and he's pullin' on my asshole like I'm a bong. America, man, fucking America." His hand patted the top of Desmond's wet head firmly. "You're a good boy, Desmond, but lick me. Don't just fuckin' sniff me."

"But, but hey-," Desmond started to protest.

"No buts, pizza slinger. Eat my goddamn ringtail ass, and maybe, maybe I'll let ya fuck me. You can suck a hit off me again before you leave, ya needy faggot."

Desmond dragged his tongue briskly over Mako's anus and found that licking it was nowhere near as satisfying as smelling it. He loved to watch rimjobs play out in porn but that was because they were so embellished, the sex so perfectly scripted that everything looked as tantalizing as an oasis in the middle of a desert. Smelling Mako was so much more intuitive; the scents spoke to him in a way the taste of flesh did not. Desmond found his licks faltering and his nose snuffling the pucker of Mako's asshole again.

"Oh my god, you fuckin' awful fox," Mako grunted, but he smiled when he saw someone was retweeting what he said about his pizza boy smelling his asshole. He dropped his phone on the table and shoved his butt back, smooching his anus against Desmond's nose again. "Are you seriously gonna kneel there and smell my ass? Rim me, dammit!"

The fox, at Mako's prodding, slurped over the ring again. His laps tugged at the anal flesh, opening it each time and coaxing the anal glands to unleash their scent. Desmond smelled the musk between his licks, quick nasal huffs which made Mako roll his eyes, but the fox kept returning to his slurps.

"That's more like it," Mako muttered, going for the garlic sticks now. They were outright cold but he didn't care. "So you like smellin' my ass, do you," he murmured between bites. "Maybe I'll give you my panties. Not washed 'em yet, should have some good sweat still."

"I'd like that," Desmond said, nuzzling into Mako's ass cheek. "Your butt's so round. I really like it."

"Ya better like it," Mako said, grinning. "'Cause it's perfect."

"Is it?" Desmond asked. Then he said quickly, "Yeah, it is. It's perfect. Sorry."

The panda snickered. He wiped the grease from his food off on his smooth belly. "All right, pizza slut. Since you're not gonna lick my ass and I'm sick of you acting like I'm a goddamn air freshener, you're gonna fuck my ass. You better be packin' a serious dick."

Mako spun on his heel, tail smacking the foxcoon across the face. Then Desmond was staring into the panda's cunt. "Whip that dick out. And don't get up, 'cause if I don't like that cock, I'm just gonna make ya tonguefuck me."

"Maybe-, um, maybe I should just start-."

"Take it out," Mako demanded, grinning, loving the power. Getting fucked stupid by monstrous dicks was excellent but there was some fun to be had in bossing around timid pussies. "Don't make me kick ya in the fuckin' balls, Desmond. I'll do it."

Desmond gnawed his lip for a moment. "That would be-," he murmured, "I'd kinda like that, honestly."

The panda laughed and grabbed the back of Desmond's head. Yanking inward, spindly fingers splaying over Desmond's wet hair, he forced the foxcoon's snout against the wet lips of his cunt. "Let me get this clear in my head. You sling pizza for a living, you stutter, you like sniffing, not licking or fucking but sniffing buttholes and ya want me to kick ya in the goddamn jewels? Desmond, Desmond, my little American pumpkin, you are one in a million. Take your fuckin' dick out for me and maybe I'll give your nuts a punt, just for bein' honest with me."

It quietly amused Mako that the promise of a kick in the balls was what got Desmond to unzip his jeans and whip out his cock. Its size was pitiful but Mako didn't mind; he could play off of its size.

"Really, that's it?" Mako touched it with his foot, rubbed its glans with his toes. Desmond sighed, rocked back on his knees, and then tugged his balls out into view. The exposure wasn't lost on Mako. He thought the foxcoon was saying now you can kick them. Mako would do just that, but he wanted to see how far he could push the matter of size. "You're a grown man but your dick stopped growing when you were a baby. Look at this thing. How many inches is that?"

"Three," Desmond murmured, closing his eyes, splaying his ears. "And a half."

"Three-and-a-half," Mako parroted, then laughed. "Well! I'm happy not to be the only one with a nice little clit." He squeezed the glans between his toes then slid his foot down the small shaft. As his foot pushed into the fox's balls as though pressing down on a gas pedal, a thick wad of precum drizzled from Desmond's penis. Mako snickered, said, "Look at that... you're gettin' off being told how small you are, aren't ya?"

"Maybe," Desmond said very quietly. Thunder rumbled and he flinched, started playing with the end of his braid. "Are you still gonna-, gonna do what I-," a firm swallow, "what we discussed?"

Mako laughed. "Wha-a-at, kick these cute little grapes?" he asked, pressing them into the taut fabric of the jeans. They flattened out gradually though no pressure was yet on the gonads. "But Desmond! What if you ever fall in love with some bimbo and y'wanna make some Desmond Juniors? What then?" He laughed again. Mako was a submissive creature, he had the marks to prove it, but something about Desmond brought out the worst in him. Desmond turned the bitchy princess into a ruthless queen. "Tell ya what, coonfox. Get up, give us a little sugar, say please. And maybe I'll crack your eggs."

Desmond stood up on his unsteady legs and looked at Mako shyly. The panda reached out and pulled him in, smooched him, slid down his jeans. Mako said, "Step outta those. Get 'em off, yer undies too."

"Yeah. All right," Desmond agreed, obeying the red panda. Before he could ask what next? Mako shoved him toward the wall, thudding his back against the wood paneling.

Mako was against Desmond at once, naked otter body against half-naked foxcoon curves. His paws squeezed Desmond's ass cheeks like wringing a couple of stress balls. He nibbled Desmond's lip and growled, "Nice round cheeks ya got, Dessy. Ever get your asshole split open by a big dick?"

"I'm a virgin," Desmond uttered. Had Mako been able to see heat, Desmond's cheeks would have been unbearably bright. He touched the panda tentatively and asked, "Does that-, is it okay?"

The red panda grinned, tail swishing back and forth. He pecked Desmond on the lips and then, because such things were best done without warning, thrust his knee into the foxcoon's groin so sharply that he lifted Desmond off the floor an inch.

A tortured expression overtook Desmond's face, a grimace of teeth and gums. A lone tear from each eye rolled down his cheeks and he reached for his gonads, but Mako took his paws, kept them away, kissed his lips and growled at him. "Nah. No touchin' those nuts. Gotta keep your paws off so I can do-," another vicious knee, Desmond shrieking this time, "this!"

"Oh my god!" Desmond bleated, and then began to wheeze and tremble, leaning all his weight against the wall. His legs trembled but his cock, that small prick of his, throbbed immensely. Precum rolled from its tip in a small but almost constant trickle. "My-, balls!"

"Yeah, fuckin' hurts, right? Hurts like a mother, dunnit?" Mako asked, his words lascivious growls, delivered as he smooched and nipped Desmond's jowls. He kissed the foxcoon, slurped in his mouth, huffed some shared breath with the ringtail. Then he nuzzled Desmond, shushing him, kissing his cheek. "C'mon, coonfox, one more. One more good hit and I'll give ya whichever hole ya want. Even suck your dick if you want it."

"One more," Desmond agreed, his face still contorted with pain.

"One more!" Mako cried in delight and then rocketed his knee into the foxcoon's loins. Unlike the first two strikes, Mako kept it in Desmond's crotch this time. He forced the bony cap against the fox's crushed gonads, grinding the tender glands within against the bone of the pelvis. He imagined he was crushing herbs with a pestle and the idea cracked him up. He said over Desmond's whimpering and as the fox attempted to push him off, "Gonna cru-u-ush those nuts, gotta grind 'em up, Desmond! Feels good, right? Hurts good, that so?"

To Mako's surprise, Desmond cried out, "Yes!" Tears were in the fox's eyes but his penis was throbbing, his bruised balls even more so.

The panda liked Desmond a lot. He was a worthless, weak kind of boy, but that was fun to have around. Taking Desmond by the shoulders, really manhandling the foxcoon, Mako threw him to the floor and Desmond predictably grabbed his balls.

"Damn, was gonna take a runnin' start at 'em. What do you call it in America, the football thing - the field goal kick?" He laughed, stepped over Desmond, knelt and wedged his ass against the foxcoon's cock. "Well, Dessy, I went and picked for you. You're gettin' the hole you like to smell so much. Been a while since I had a finger in my ass, this is a pretty good substitute."

"My balls-," Desmond gagged, "are killing me."

"No shit! Gettin' kicked in the balls three times hurts like a motherfucker! I don't even have balls and I know that, ya retard." Mako laughed again, sharp and witchlike. He grabbed Desmond's cock and guided the small, rock-hard knob to the pucker of his asshole. There was a little saliva and sweat on his asshole but a lot of precum oozing from the fox's penis. Mako sat hard on it, mashing his practiced asshole down in one sit. Despite the size of the foxcoon, Mako shuddered, even winced. Wouldn't even have felt it in my cunt, he thought.

Mako was rowdy when he played the cowgirl. He bounced his thick bottom wildly on Desmond's pelvis, often popping up so hard he slipped the fox's little cock out. A few times Mako simply rubbed his ass on Desmond's tiny prick, hotdogging it, listening to the foxcoon sputter tentative moans mixed with the lingering pain of his ballbusting.

He grabbed Desmond's prick, guided it back into his ass, and eased his pace off a bit. The hot muscles of his anal passage tugged and loved Desmond's cock, pulling down the foreskin so soft walls could rub the glans. He studied Desmond's face, watched twisted agony turn to blushing pleasure. Still Desmond was grimacing and huffing but Mako liked to see the pizza-slinging foxcoon suffer.

"Yeah, feels pretty good, this little prick of yours under my tail. Not bad. 'Bout the size of a beginner's buttplug," said Mako, sneering. "You best not cum in my ass, though."

"I don't-, I'm not so sure I can help it, I can't help it," Desmond said between air-hungry gasps. "Oh, god, my balls hurt..."

Mako cackled. "Yeah, I should hope they do! You seriously surprised by that? You fuckin' asked for it." He reached back with a paw, grabbed Desmond's scrotum in soft but possessive fingers. The foxcoon's shriek and the sudden paws on his forearms caused Mako to laugh again; he was really loving his pizza slut. "Relax! Just checking you for tumors, Dessy."

"Let go, oh god let go," Desmond bleated, unhanding Mako to grab at his own muzzle. Tears rolled down the sides of his head but his cock was still stiff, spurting its precum in thick wads.

The red panda kneaded Desmond's bruised gonads and relentlessly bounced his round ass on the foxcoon's pelvis. It was stupid, he thought, how fragile the things in his fingers were. So much as a good tap on them could debilitate even the meanest, biggest guy. Having a pussy made more sense. Mako was confident he could withstand a full-on cuntpunt with only minor discomfort.

"Please, they're gonna pop, I swear to god," Desmond shrieked.

"Oh, fuckin' fine," Mako growled, but gave them one last spiteful grope. It caused Desmond to bellow in what seemed to be agony, but then the foxcoon began to squirm and whine, his flexible vulpine body writhing almost in a serpentine fashion. He was still oozing tears from his eyes when he came, his tiny cock shooting harshly into Mako with a small but spirited release.

Mako smiled when he felt the telltale twitches and wetness of an orgasm in his ass. He wriggled his hips, kept sliding his bottom up and down, milking Desmond and overstimulating his spent cock at the same time. When the ringtail's predictable bargaining and yelping began, Mako pinned him to the floor and simply kept moving his hips. Semen oozed out around Desmond's shaft, soaking into the fur of his balls, the hair of his bush. Mako's flawless bottom continued to stimulate the fox.

"Ooh, you came inside of me, ba-a-ad foxcoon. Told ya not to, now ya gotta suffer for it," said Mako in admonishment.

"It's-, it's sensitive, that hurts, please! Please!" Desmond squealed, trying his hardest to curl up and simply vanish. Sexual agony contorted his features.

The panda grinned. He leaned in and smooched the fox. "All right, butt sniffer. All right." As he slowed his hips, stopping them flush to Desmond's pelvis, he said, "First, I'm gonna sit on your face, and you're gonna suck this mess you made outta my butt." Leaving no room for protest while he lifted his creamed bottom off of Desmond, he continued, "And then I'm gonna peg your faggot ass with the biggest fake dick I got. Then I'm gonna let ya smell me again once I work up a sweat, since you've been a pretty good bitch."

Without waiting for Desmond to bitch or agree, Mako turned around and planted his thick ass on the foxcoon's face. The semen-oozing pucker of his anus rested on Desmond's nose; the smell of musk was mixed with the salty, vaguely oceanic scent of semen. Desmond began to lick immediately, hateful of Mako but hungry for him, in love with the attitude and the indulgence. His big tongue slobbered the ring of Mako's asshole clean, leaving it glinting with drool and a bit of sweat. Then Desmond pressed his tongue to the pucker, at the same time shutting his eyes tight. It was hard to think about what he was doing. Everything told him this was wrong but Mako made it okay.

The panda reached back and petted Desmond's hair which by this point had dried somewhat. He felt the tongue prodding his anus and grinned, said, "That's it, get in there, clean out that cum. You put it there, you lick it out, that's the rule."

Desmond's tongue slithered into Mako. The panda moaned, arched his back and grinned wide. This was the life: beer, pizza, and a tongue up his ass. He knew then that Desmond would be a recurring plaything for him. "Lick that cum out. Keep licking," Mako purred while Desmond worked, lapping the spent semen from his anal passage slowly and carefully, gulping down what had just come from his broken balls.

When he believed Mako was totally cleaned of his semen, Desmond laid back on the floor and said quietly, "I'm all done, you're all-, you're clean now."

"Atta boy, that's a good coonfox," the red panda growled, and wriggled his butt down on the fox's face. "Now give it a good snort. Ya earned an early one."

Desmond felt tired but he wanted more of Mako. He nuzzled into the panda's anus and smelled it, snuffling its musk greedily. One snort became another but Mako pulled up, denying him the smell he craved. "I said one, coonfox," Mako warned, and then he delivered to Desmond's bruised sack an open-handed swat, sending a lance of pain up Desmond's spine which saw the fox yelp and cup himself at once. "Smacked you 'cause it's a warning. Next fuckup's gonna get ya a full-on punt. Don't you move, ass sniffer."

Desmond stayed where he was, both fearful of Mako and exhilarated by this weird sexual slavery he had fallen into.

Minutes later, Mako returned looking a bit more composed: hair freshly brushed, striped stockings on his long legs, a vulgar harness fastened around his pelvis. Waggling in its clasps was a terrifying phallus. Marbled black and ruby-red, its shape canine and its knot the diameter of an apple, it became the sole point of interest for Desmond who said with a tiny voice, "Th-that's not gonna fit."

"Yeah it will," said a cavalier Mako. He started to drizzle lubricant all over the toy, spreading it on the shaft with his other paw. It oozed off the dildo in streams as thin as spiderwebs. "This sucker's called Cagey. Medium size, ought to be perfect for breaking in a faggy fox like yourself. Got a knot abou-u-ut three inches in diameter. No problem at all," he said as he generously smeared lube all over said knot.

Stepping over Desmond, Mako snapped his fingers and said, "On your face, coonfox, c'mon! Make it snappy! Face down and ass up!"

Desmond looked at the front door for a longing moment before he complied. He cautiously raised his bottom, raised his tail above it and said, "Be gentle, please... the biggest thing I've ever had in my butt is a finger."

Mako knelt and pulled apart the cheeks of Desmond's ass. He wasn't given to giving rimjobs himself; he got them, not gave them, but being a top involved eating a little pussy, he supposed. With a hungry snarl, he packed his snout in the fox's crack and slurped across the pucker. As if to show the fox how it was done, Mako slathered and slurped and smooched, drenching the foxcoon's anus in viscous slobber but stopping short of a tonguefuck. He pushed his lubed fingers into the fox then, burying them up to the knuckle. As Desmond hissed, Mako said, "Shh. Just my fingers for now, coonfox. Save your hissin' for later."

Mako added more lube to his fingers and pushed them back in. He spread the viscous fluid all around, coating the virgin passage in cool, slippery lubricant. When Desmond was so lubricated that it oozed from his small pink bud, Mako dropped the bottle in the carpet and clambered over the fox. A paw to steady the dildo helped him press its tip against Desmond's anus. Sliding inside, gliding on lube, the toy widened Desmond's anal muscles and made the foxcoon whimper.

"Shh, shh. Enjoy it, Dessy. Let it make ya feel good," Mako said reassuringly. "Just enjoy it." The toy slid in deeper, gouging out the passage of Desmond's ass. Mako pulled his hips back, all the way back in fact, just the tip remaining inside by the time he was done. Then he pushed in again, moving a little faster. The lube did its job; the only pain was in the stretch. Tears oozed from Desmond's eyes but he kept quiet save for heaving breathing.

The knot crept closer to Desmond's soft behind. Mako pulled back again all the way to the tip before he pushed back in a little faster. He growled for Desmond, pushed his hips forward, and now the knot touched Desmond. The fox gasped and asked, "God, is that it? Is that the knot? It feels huge."

"It is huge," Mako said, grinning. "Feelin' okay, coonfox? You all right?"

"I guess," Desmond murmured. "I guess so."

"Well I hope that little car of yours has good suspension, 'cause your butt is gonna be fuckin' sore when this is over." The real sex began when Mako started bouncing his hips against Desmond's bottom with the same boundless energy as the cowgirl ride. Thick, greased silicone slammed into Desmond like a piston, knot bumping the stretched, but still far too small bud of his anus at the end of every thrust.

Desmond whined and squirmed, toes curling and cock beginning to throb again. He was getting, for the first time, prostate stimulation. He had chased that special spot with his finger but could never quite hit it. It was incredible but the stretch of the big knotted toy was almost unbearable. He suddenly found himself with a tremendous amount of respect for the people in the porn he watched, people whose asses could take seemingly infinite abuse.

Mako laughed, slamming his hips down, down, down. The knot audibly smacked against Desmond's ass crack. The clasps and buckles on the harness jingled almost musically as the ruthless pounding went on. He wrapped an arm around Desmond's neck and pulled it taut, restricting just enough air that the foxcoon found all of his sensations heightened. For good measure Mako chomped one of Desmond's pert ears, not breaking skin or cartilage but leaving dents with his teeth. Desmond shrieked.

"Gonna nut for me again, coonfox?" asked Mako, snarling around a mouthful of ear, sounding like a mugger demanding his wallet. His hips slammed the knot into Desmond's anus and the silicone flesh was winning, each collision coaxing Desmond's small pink bud to open a little wider, spreading out against the implacable surface of the silicone bulb. "Ooh, yer ass is gonna hurt so much! I can take this one in my sleep but it's gonna fuckin' ruin you, pizza boy!"

"It hurts!" Desmond shrieked, but he began masturbating, tugging furiously at his little cock.

"Goddamn right it hurts!" Mako cried in abusive exultation. When Mako topped, he topped. "You pull on that dick, you pull on that goddamn dick!" he thundered, hips driving fake dogcock into Desmond like smashing a post into the earth. The knot battered Desmond's anus badly and the foxcoon's pucker was giving way, dilating wider with every repetition. It was almost ready to accept the tremendous bulb.

Desmond was crying openly but his muscles were in spasm, his paw jerking his small penis so quickly that its motions were a blur. Speaking blissfully from a mouth twisted by agony, "Gonna cum! Gonna cum again!"

"Yes!" Mako snarled, sweaty hair hanging in his eyes, hips trying to drive that toy right through Desmond like a blade. "Yer gonna fuckin' cum, coonfox!" the panda said, not a statement but a command.

"Yeah, yeah!" Desmond concurred, sobbing with masochistic exultation.

The knot plowed into Desmond's previously virginal asshole with the power of a punching fist. Its great diameter locked it inside of the foxcoon who screamed in pain. A shiver of evil, pure pleasure raced down Mako's spine.

The bulb of the knot pushed mercilessly on Desmond's prostate gland. For the fox who had never so much as nudged the gland on his own, this was like a shot of adrenaline to the heart. He shrieked and moaned, writhing as if in death throes, semen erupting from his mightily throbbing cock in spite of its tiny size. He bleated to Mako, "Oh fuck, oh god, oh my god, fuck, fuck," an endless babble of curses all spoken with emphatic pleasure. When the foxcoon finally fell silent, only breathing and whimpering, Mako laid atop the fox, letting him fall flat.

"Ooh... goddamn, coonfox," Mako sighed, nuzzling into the foxcoon's hair. "Shit. You took that knot like a pro."

"Yeah," Desmond mumbled, feeling ashamed and more than a little bit confused. "I really did not," he swallowed, "expect my first time to be like this."

Mako snickered. He straightened up and rubbed Desmond's shoulders. "Yeah, I bet I spoiled sex for ya. Gonna be trying to get that same high every time you bend over for some truck-driving pervert."

"Mmn."

"Or," Mako said thoughtfully, as he pushed himself up to his knees but left the toy buried in Desmond, "you can come back to me sometime. Say, next Saturday, with a large pepperoni and a case of beer."

The fox looked over his shoulder at Mako. His green eyes were puffy and reddened. "What, and like-, and do this again? My butt's gonna be loose for a month!"

Mako smiled ominously, tail swishing. "Yeah. Bet it will be," he said, and with a great pull and a matching push on Desmond's ass cheeks, popped free the knot of the Cagey toy. Desmond yowled and clawed the floor. Following the knot, the rest of the shaft was easily slid free until the tip, which caused Desmond a minor twinge of pain. Mako laughed and said, "God damn - it's an inner tube!"

"Shut up," Desmond grumbled.

Mako sat on his ass and worked at the clasps for the harness. He extended a leg and stabbed his toes into Desmond's prone scrotum. Desmond cried out and cupped himself, curling into the fetal position.

"Watch yer mouth when you're in my house," Mako said, smiling devilishly. The sex was over and he was satisfied despite his lack of an orgasm, but Desmond was still fun to abuse. He hoped the joy would last. "So. Next Saturday. You come by with pizza and lager and that butt-sniffing nose of yours, and we'll have some more fun."

Desmond slowly sat up, still covering his balls protectively. "I want to say I don't wanna," he murmured.

"But you do-o-o," Mako teased, and waggled the freed dildo in his face. When Desmond swatted it away, Mako laughed, said, "Anyway, now-."

"Now I gotta leave," the foxcoon said, standing on shaky legs. "They're probably wondering-."

"They don't care, you're a fuckin' pizza slinger. Get another job." Mako smooched Desmond on the lips and said in a glib tone, "Look how much it's raining, you could get into a wreck out there. Better stay here for the night, Dessy."

The foxcoon looked out the window at the rainy night. It was true, he supposed, even if the panda was just helping him to lie; he couldn't see a thing out there.

"Gonna stay?" asked Mako, walking into the kitchen.

Desmond followed and watched as the panda washed the toy off in the kitchen sink. "I guess so."

"Good. Glad you saw reason," Mako said with no small amount of satisfaction. "Now get over here," he bent slightly over the sink, "'cause my asshole ain't gonna smell itself, ya faggot."