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Pulling Muscles

Written by ** LunarEagle449 ***and Nak'Sen*

Edited by Nak'Sen

The door to the little shop crashed open with far more force than was necessary. Grumbling, the offender tried to step inside, only for a loud thump to rattle the lobby again followed by a yelp and a growl of pain. Clutching her forehead, she stepped inside, rubbing where she'd bumped the top of the doorway.

Even in the room, her ears nearly grazed the ceiling; a massive Chiropteran. With a dark chocolate flying fox face and muzzle, her appearance was made more unique with a ruff of soft, toffee-colored fur around her neck, almost like a delicate shawl...a look undercut by her jeans and leather jacket, as well as by her sour glare. Two aspects gifted from her Vampire bat heritage.

Glancing around, she saw no one immediately there to help her, so she rapped her knuckles on the front desk and called out.

"HELLO?!"

Her loud voice conjured some rustling from the back room, and a soft voice called out. "Sorry, give me one minute!" The bat grimaced, and her claws very quickly started leaving marks on the table as she impatiently drummed her fingers.

Some more rustling later, a short, slender fox popped out of the back room, freshly groomed and smelling of a sea breeze. He was dressed simply, wearing a pair of snug shorts and a vest that barely contained his fluffy coat. Behind him, two surprisingly large and ridiculously fluffy twin tails swished happily. The black and white fur pattern of his face highlighted his emerald eyes as he looked up at her with a polite eagerness.

"Sorry about the wait, how can I help you?" He asked with a big grin, a little surprised at how tall she was. As he spoke, he slid her a sheet with their packages and rates, ranging from a quick 15 minute back massage to the full body spa treatment.

As the masseuse had approached, the bat's eyes had narrowed slightly. Already, the presence of this bubbly little cotton ball was agitating her, though she was mostly civil even as she pushed the paperwork away until it all fell off the table altogether.

"Hi. Look, I'm in fucking agony right now. I don't care what package or coupon it's going to take, but I need you to fix me, whatever it takes."

Her voice was curt, a soft contralto filtered through gritted fangs and an undercurrent of anger. He was a little startled by her seemingly unprovoked and annoyed attitude until his experience kicked in. With a longer look, it had suddenly become clear to the masseuse by how she was leaning on the counter, her back twisted oddly in an attempt to not agitate the muscles further, that she was in need of relief. Every second in which she was not receiving it was another of her glowering down at the little cloud in shorts beneath her.

His own voice, a gentle tenor almost alto in its lilt, remained calm as he waved her back toward one of the rooms in the back. "Please come this way, I will get you feeling better soon."

Leading the way, the Small fox did not miss her slightly awkward gait as she followed him, wincing and grumbling with each step. The large bat was clearly still impatient, but the frustration had started to melt away into eagerness.

The room he led her to had a massaging table large enough for someone of her size, a cabinet full of oils and tools, a shelf of towels, and a little cubby for her clothes.

"For now, just take off your shirt and lay face down on the table and I will get right to work."

"Thanks," she muttered gruffly as she hovered over the table. Ignoring the little cubby, she merely pulled off her jacket and tossed it in the corner with a snort. Whether she was just in a hurry or devoid of care, the little fox could not have known, but she did not bother alerting her masseuse that she was disrobing.

"Do me a favor and don't bother with the goddamn Enya, all right?" As she spoke, she finished pulling her tee over her head and tossing it in the same pile, before undoing her bra. A soft groan, and her DD's fell free from their cage as she started to mount the table.

The fox was unfazed, quite used to many disrobing, either not caring or intentionally doing it to perhaps draw a rise out of him. As the bat tossed her shirt and bra to the floor, he merely picked up her jacket and hung it up.

She was taken aback a bit by how professional the little twerp was, and while she almost felt more annoyed by a perceived lack of concern, his attitude also seemed to chasten her a bit. Without any further ceremony, she slid onto the table with a groan, wincing in pain as she tried to settle still.

With her settled, the masseuse pulled over a stepstool, climbing up to survey his new project. "Just tell me where it hurts the most, upper, middle, or lower?" It wasn't clear if this wasn't the first time he'd handled such a patient, or he just didn't want to be decked by someone in obvious pain.

"The whole fucking thing...lifted a box wrong and fell at work," she grumbled. "Lower's the worst, and so's my shoulder." She quickly brushed her long hair over her back, the tense muscles showing off her musculature. Even if she wasn't bulky, it was clear very little softness resided under her velvet-soft, milk chocolate fur,

Even with his unflappable professionalism, the fox found himself trying very hard not to look like he was checking her out, eyes trying to seek out knots and tense muscles over the landscape of her toned back. Something about this part felt almost shameful, like he was being a loser making eyes at his client. Meanwhile, the bat had turned her head just enough to glance at the little fox. Her lip curled just a hint, showing a hint of fang, as she scored a pretty angle to glance at the vulpine's small, cute rear. Had she not been in such pain, she might have spent more time checking him out.

With a deep breath and a rub of his paws together, the fox started to climb up onto the table, speaking reassuringly. "Ok...this is probably going to hurt at first...but please trust me."

"I can take it," she snarled, the sound muffled as she gingerly slipped her muzzle into the face hole. Even as she stretched slightly, her back popped before he had a chance to even touch her. However, at the feeling of the table shaking from the extra party, she half-lifted her head out and started to protest. "Hey! What the hell are you-"

One of his footpaws began to press down on her lower back, right above her hips, and she seized up in pain, eyes going wide and muzzle falling open. The fox applied just a bit more pressure, pressing the soft pads of his toes into her back, rigid as a board. Wriggling his toes softly into her fur, he started to shift more weight onto her as he brought his other foot on board. With that increased pressure, her caged breath exploded in a gasp, followed by a whimper. At that moment, a feeling of shame was over her just as much as the pain. The large bat was always the strong one, but how could she be strong like this? Literally under this little twerp fox's feet. A tear started to well up in her eye as she grit her fangs...

However, the pain did not increase, the fox's presence light enough that he didn't sink too deep into the bed of tense muscle under his toes. Any bigger and he might have hurt her, but after the initial pain passed, he barely felt like he was there at all.

Feeling her start to finally relax, the masseuse experimentally pressed his toes into her fur and clenched slowly, kneading the flesh with surprising strength. At that moment, the large bat felt something she hadn't felt in days...a slight release in tension. A slight hiss streamed from between her fangs before it relaxed into a soft little groan.

At the sound, the fox nodded to himself with a little smile and got to work. He began to shift his weight rhythmically on her lower back, starting by pressing around the spine. Perhaps compensating for his size, the fox moved his feet with surgical care, his pads squishing and tensing against her back as he started to work out knots and relieve any kinks. All the while, the bat continued to bite her lip to stifle the soft, pathetic sounds of weakness leaving her muzzle, the pressure alternating between sharp spikes and a low, throbbing ache. Both of these sensations, after many long, agonizing minutes, were joined by the absence of pain that had started to slowly bloom over her back. All of this was fine and good, even as her claws carved notches into the side of the massage table and nicked the fabric.

Sensing that she needed some more help, the fluffy little masseuse lowered his tails, allowing them to drape over her sore, bare back. She started slightly at the touch, surprised enough that she nearly jolted him off the table entirely. Thankfully, he kept his balance, and he let the cashmere-like appendages rub and trail against her arms and shoulders with surprising control. She relaxed immediately; while his foot felt like a harpoon, his tails felt almost like silk trailing over her sore shoulders. His tails drifted and roamed over her, both to help him keep his balance and to let her smell some of the lotions and oils he used during the day. Soon, she was bathing in a strong fruit scent with flowery little undertones. While the extra touch from his tails did not aid in alleviating the pain, it was comforting enough to get the large girl to relax a bit, the extra cessation of stress meaning the fox had less to fight to get to the heart of her pain.

"Sorry if the first part hurts..." the little fox murmured down at her softly, voice reassuring and empathetic, "but this is the only way to work this out". A slight grunt from the bat was taken as understanding and consent.

He kept stepping on her back, slowly working his way toward her tail while making sure that he had worked out or worn down the kinks and knots along the way. As if he was checking a loose step, his soft toe pads tapped along her back to find the edges of a knot, before his paw pad pressed into it and rubbed circles. With both of his feet employed working on different areas at the same time, it felt like multiple people were working on her at once. Like a boulder rolling down a hill, the momentum of each deliberate step from the little fox was doing more and more. The pain was there, and she winced here and there audibly when he brushed a knot or nerve, but it felt like a boulder was being slowly lifted off of her. As he finished an area, he would slide one of his tails over the sore spot to lay upon it, a gentle heat building from the fluff like an impossibly soft heated blanket. One of his tails brushed by her face, and she lifted her cheek to stroke against it for just a quick moment, before catching herself. Neither the fox nor the bat realized the other was blushing.

Shaking it off, the fox broke the silence, speaking gently as he paused to check on her. "Just let me know....if I need to go back or work on a specific area, alright?"

She hesitated a little, having not quite recovered from that strange little moment. However, she was a bit more preoccupied with other sensations, ones that spiked in discomfort as he worked down to the slight divot in her lower back "Definitely the lower back, ki...what's your name anyway?"

"My name is Maxx, with two X's," he replied, smiling outside her line of sight. She'd gone from snapping at him to asking his name! He must have been helping her feel better.

"Aww, not three?" She replied with a little chuckle, a sound that fell apart in her muzzle as the healing pressure was let up. While unable to see properly, it felt like Maxx had stepped off her back, backed up by the slight creak of the massage table. As her back started to twinge and ache again, her hackles rose and she was about to complain. What was this little twink doing, getting the job half do-

Suddenly, that pressure returned, and her eyes went wide again. That small, cute butt of his now sat on her, just below the shoulder blades, his tails resting on her shoulders. His weight shifted on her as he leaned down to rub at her lower back. Those hands rubbing, fingers finding every sore spot, every movement had a goal to work the pain away. While not able to deliver as much pressure as his feet had, he was able to deliver needle-accurate treatment to her well-kneaded back, and each deliberate press of his fingers into her was just as powerful in bringing her relief.

Katie's face was a portrait of confounded pleasure. Maxx's footpaws on her lower back had been wonderful, but that warm, soft pressure just resting on her back? As he shifted and moved, she could even feel the muscles in his rear moving on her back, rolling his hips and very nearly grinding against her. It wasn't clear if this was intentional, and the fox knew how to use his entire body to massage her, or that it was just that cute of a butt on an adorably ignorant little fox. She found herself letting out a confused moan, one she didn't try to hide. Sure, the tension was being wicked away as he tried to chip away at her muscled back, but there was another tension starting to grow. Something about feeling that cute little butt against her...

She started grinning again, her body warming up as she started getting images of what that cute little fox might get up to. Particularly, she wondered what the little fox would look like with those tiny shorts slipping over his cheeks. If his miasma of oils and fragrances didn't obscure his senses, Maxx might have started to notice a different scent in the air.

"A little lower, Maxxie?" Her voice was slightly different, less of a grumpy or pained tone. Her words sounded more like something teasing, like the gentle lilt of a high school bully.

Maxx had stiffened as he heard her moan, but he'd quickly calmed down and went back to working on her back. His hands had already moved from her sides to her spine, but he worked his way lower at her request, only stopping when his fingers reached the waistline of her jeans. As he leaned forward to sink more pressure into her, his butt lifted slightly and his tails shifted to balance him.

It was there, focusing on her lower back, that Maxx finally noticed another scent in the air. The little fox balked, only for a moment, before a little hiss from the bat underneath him bid him carry on. He was trying to not push any boundaries, though he found himself reacting to her chemical signals. This didn't help him at all, as he was trying to help keep his own body's reactions down for fear of her response. Luckily, she couldn't see what was happening, and he was comforted by her change in tone, taking it as a sign that she was feeling better.

It will all be okay, he reassured himself. Just stay professional.

Slowly, without looking up, the bat lifted her arms and reached backward, past his hands, to rest her fingers on her waistline. With a seeming lack of care, she lifted her hips just enough to hook her digits under her jeans and start slowly sliding them down over her rear. Maxx had tensed at the sight, and to his slight alarm, she had made sure to hook her thumbs over the hem of her panties as well. As her small tail and well-toned butt were slowly revealed before his eyes, her voice drifted upward from behind him like a wisp of incense smoke.

"A liiiittle lower still, dear...also, my upper back could use some more pressure again."

It seemed that, with her tension releasing, there was something else working its way up to the surface. While she did indeed need some more work down there, there was another undercurrent starting to fill the room.

Maxx had tensed up, muzzle hanging partly open. He had no issues with his clients' nudity, but this...

"If you would like...I can get up so you can completely disrobe," He murmured softly, her scent now much stronger one his nose and hands still frozen on her back.

She chuckled softly, rolling her body just a bit and making Maxx jump as her back makes contact between his legs, before cooing up at him. "Aww, can't you help a poor girl get these off? I can barely stand." She giggles softly, clearly fully able to do so, but curious to see how compliant the cute fox was.

Poor Maxx was stuck. He knew that obliging such a request, stripping a client down, was hilariously improper. That said, she had requested it, and it really wasn't that much of an imposition.

"I....if you are ok with it."

His voice betrayed some nervousness as he slid down her back, working her pants and panties over her rear, all the while trying to ignore the shapely sight. Hopping off the table, he quickly pulled them off the rest of the way, before scurrying away to fold them and set them in her cubby.

Her head had slipped from the hole, and from her peripherals she watched the poor little masseuse struggling with remaining professional. Perhaps some internal conflict? As he was facing away, she wasn't sure, but she could have sworn he had less space in those tight pants than before. Her suspicions were confirmed as he turned around, and she made eye contact with him as he tried to hide his lap with a small stack of towels.

Obviously blushing at the sight of her piercing gaze, he struggled to speak, still blushing and very obviously hiding something. "If you would like, I can get some warm towels to help you relax..."

The fox's voice trailed off as she lifted herself up just a little, showing off the curve of her breasts along with the arching wave of her well-toned and fully feminine form. Thoroughly satisfied with her captive's gaze, she growled. The sound wasn't sensual enough to be called out, but it was unmistakably laced with something predatory.

"Not needed...just get back on top of me, dear."

After gulping in a mix of excitement and fear, Maxx hesitantly approached her, very gingerly laying a towel over her bare rear and politely placing one next to her chest. He was struggling, floundering in the water.

"Um...okay, still need your lower back worked on or would you like me to work on something else?"

It was clear Maxx was stalling, trying to miss the bat's point. It was also clear that she was losing patience in this shy, polite, professional act. Looking him dead in the eyes, she reached back, pinching a corner of the towel, and tugging it off. Dropping it on the floor, she spoke with a firm, commanding tone. Not a threat. Not yet.

"A little lower."

"Ma'am, are you sure?" he had to ask, but her gaze burnt the answer into his mind directly. He was not quite scared at this point, far more aroused by her 'hint'. He still wanted to at least feign professionalism, but that didn't stop him from climbing back up. As he mounted her again, resting his paws above her waistline, he likely felt that triumphant smirk burning a hole in the back of his head. Before she could tell him lower, his hands worked decisively down to her ass, grabbing handfuls of the toned flesh and squeezing, spreading, and almost playing with her with abandon.

She got herself comfortable, resting her head on her crossed arms with a smug little noise, before biting her lip to stifle a moan. Sure, she'd mostly dared him to see what she could get away with, but she did still have some tension back there...and his practiced touch felt very good. Where she'd been grunting and huffing before, she now started to let out little moans and croons, some more theatrical than others when he spread her cheeks or squeezed extra hard, but none forced.

"Good boy," her husky voice drifted up to hit his ears, and he had to feel the warmth radiating from her, against his hands and against his cute little ass. "You don't have to be so gentle."

Perhaps emboldened, his paws gripped harder as he slid down to start on her thighs, starting on the outside and worked around to the inside. Despite how strong she was, her thighs still felt impressively soft and luscious. As he adjusted himself leaning forward as he worked down her thighs more, she let out another moan. A moan that trailed off into a little growl. Sure, she'd hoped to get some teasing satisfaction at feeling the cute little twink hard as a rock, grinding against her ass like a horny puppy, but she was caught off guard at what she felt. This little fox seemed not so little...twice. How was that even possible? She could feel several very warm and firm things trailing over her back between his soft legs, poorly restrained by those shorts. Quite ironically, her belly tensed up in excitement, and it was her own hormones that spiked at feeling the outline of Maxx's equipment.

As Maxx struggled to move, restricted by the snugness in his shorts, he murmured "Seems you are feeling much better than when you came in."

Looking back subtly, she got a great view of his tight butt again, and also at his face. She could tell, he needed just a little more.

"Very...though there's one more source of discomfort..."

"Where is that, ma'am?" A lot of the shudder was gone in his voice, the fox having a good idea of where this was taking them. Not ready to assume, he kept working on her thighs. In doing so, his lap rested against the swell of her rear...and he found himself grinding softly.

"There's a spot I pulled..." Her voice trailed off as she lifted her rear, grinding her bare cheeks against the underside of his thighs, distinctly feeling those two bulges trailing over the cleft... "Just below my rectus abdominis muscles."

Losing any pretenses, she slowly turned over, the act far easier thanks to his massage, and settled on her back, leaving Maxx straddling her belly, looking down at her bare lap. In that moment, any remaining space in his shorts was robbed of him as he sat on her firm abs, staring down at her lap with an open muzzle and blushing cheeks.

Now able to gaze past her breasts at his lithe back, she cast him a very hungry smirk, hooking two claws digits in the waistline at the back of his shorts.

"Oh, and lose these. I'm ready to see how fluffy you really are."

"Guh...give me a moment...." Fur standing on end, he reluctantly slid off her lap, rushing out of the room toward the front lobby to rapidly change the placard to CLOSED. Even though it was late on an already slow day, he wanted to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed.

As he hurried to ensure their privacy, she grinned from ear to ear, fangs fully bared as she lifted herself up...and upon turning around, he was greeted to a perfect view of her breasts pushed out, one knee bent, and legs parted enough to show a sliver of dark flesh. His first peek had not done her justice as her toned muscles flexed, showing barely any softness left on her. By the way she was gazing at him, it was doubtful she'd show her new toy any softness. Gulping at the sight, Maxx slowly trotted over, not hiding the sizable bulges in his tight shorts. Stopping just before her, he presented himself to her, knowing she wanted to be in charge. Like a good, obedient sub, the little fox waited for her touch or her command.

"Good boy," she purred, eyeing his crotch with restrained excitement while still remaining demure. Now, with Maxx within arm's reach, she lifted her paw and gripped the contents of his lap gently, rolling the twitching lengths of his unique anatomy around in her paw with a soft little giggle...before starting to pull those shorts down with a single razor-sharp claw.

Almost with a pop, both of Maxx's shafts popped free, the blushing fox shivering as her claw teased his soft, furred flesh. The bat had giggled as his cock had started to slip free, but her eyes went a bit wide as she saw the size and she had to hide a lurch in her belly when they finally revealed themselves in full. After glancing up and down the fox to make sure it was the same little pipsqueak who'd just been tapdancing on her back, she tugged his shorts down the rest of the way. His hefty balls rolled out, the female now gasping in shock. Somehow he had not just two, but four lemon-sized hanging fruit stuffed in there, the bat unable to notice before. As she stared in a mix of confusion and excitement, Maxx shakily stepped out of his shorts, kicking them to the side.

"I am willing to help relieve any stress you have, ma'am...even if I caused it" His soft tone held a quivering excitement that just dripped with submission, letting her know she was in charge.

At his words, the spell was broken, and she narrowed her eyes as she met his gaze. Pressing that claw under his soft chin and tickling lightly, the sharp point almost threatening, she spoke in a dangerous tone.

"Call me Ma'am again and I'll find something in here to open up that tight ass of yours..."

Guiding him closer and bringing his face to hers, she smiled wide enough for her fangs to reflect off his pretty eyes...before kissing his forehead.

"Call me Katie...now, I have one more muscle for you to work on...paws only."

With that, she opened up her legs, making just enough room on the table for her perfectly-sized new toy.

"Yes, Katie..." The obedient fox murmured as he slipped onto the table, paws immediately flying to rest on her soft mound, right above her crotch. He was worried she was going to be mad, but the large bat let out a near purr of approval as her new fox snuggled between her legs. Her powerful muscles flexed under his touch, and she lifted her hips against him to tease as his soft paws worked their way down to her slit. He had no idea he'd be where he was right now, inching toward her burning flesh. A shudder cascaded through Katie the moment his fingers hit her slit, and Maxx gulped in a mix of anticipation and intimidation.

"Good boy, Maxxie..."

Encouraged, he started to directly rub and massage at her lips, only daring to spread and tease the velvet-furred flesh. He did not dare push his luck, not until she gave him permission, but he did lean forward slightly, enough to press his forehead into her chest and tickle her with his fluffy ears. He let out a sigh, pressing his face into her shockingly soft fur her growing scent filled his nose. Katie's smile grew, looking down at the fox like she'd just taught her pet a new trick, and she rewarded him in kind. Her claws combed through the silky fur behind his ears and neck, even moving his face to guide his muzzle to her breast. As she did, she growled tenderly "What did I tell you about being too gentle? There's more in there to massage..."

"I know....but...."

Maxx was cut off as she pushed his muzzle to her tit, and he dutifully opened his mouth to begin suckling from her. Two of his fingers spread her open before they dove inside, his free fingers alternating between pinching her clit and rubbing her flesh. His tongue swirled around her nipple as his canine teeth nibbled on it and his lips sucked on her flesh.

"Fuuuuck yeah," she hissed from between her fangs, licking her chops like a feral bitch. His touch did more than just pleasure her, it was as if his therapeutic massage had moved inside her. That said, she had a feeling she could use more than just an effleurage technique to really work out the tension. "That's better..."

With a muffled little moan, Maxx picked up the pace. Not letting up nibbling on her tit, his fingers pumped into her and roughhoused her clit harder and harder. His hips pushed against her thigh so he could rub his cock against her, the warm almost hot shaft rubbing and leaking pre on her.

Katie chuckled gently, smirking down at the adorable little fox. Feeling those two warm cocks grinding against her gave the image of a soft little puppy humping her leg. However, she found herself biting her lip and flushing even more as she was able to feel the full length of each cock eager to bury inside her. As his talented finger pinched her clit, she clenched down on his fingers...unintentionally guiding his fingertips within her to a rough little spot inside...and making her eyes go wide and her muzzle burst open in a gasp

"OH! Oh God, right there!"

Her warmth and the wetness around his wrist doubled instantly, and she clenched down even harder in an attempt to keep his fingers against her g-spot, gripping his fluffy ass tight as she started to shiver.

The little fox boy kept suckling as he felt her body tightening around him. His fingers honed in against the rough spot within her burning folds. Every so often, she could feel his claws push out and tease that sensitive section, not sharp but much harder than his finger pads. as she grabbed his ass more and more, his hips kept rolling, grinding his cocks against her as much as he was able. Even in spite of all these sensations and sounds assaulting his little form, his soft ears fell back on his head as he tried his best to concentrate on pleasing his newest client, all the while also trying to not cum.

That pressure on his ass grew almost painful as Katie tensed up, writhing her chest against his muzzle and bucking against his fingers. All the while, her voice was pitching up from a series of snarls to gasps and whimpers. Like a mantra, she kept begging, "right there! Yesyesyes rightthererightthererightthe-OH!"

With a delightfully feminine squeal, her claws nearly broke the skin of his fluffy rear and her internal muscles nearly crushed his fingers as she jerked her hips up against his wrist. Maxx yipped in pain and surprise, and his teeth bit down on her nipple as his thumbs clamped down on her clit. Her climax was so strong that a gush of clear fluid squirted from her soft folds, splashing the fox's belly and lap. She flopped onto her back, the paw holding her up flying to his wrist to keep his paw inside her, yanking on it like a toy as she shuddered and soaked his paw and wrist in her mindless pleasure. THe blushing fox tried to push his ass back into her strong hands, blushing heavily as she used his paw as a literal toy, his cocks painfully erect and glazed in clear precum at the sight.

Eventually, Katie came down from her high...her whimpering and panting lowering in pitch as she returned to normal. Almost like she was waking up from a dream, her eyes slowly opened, and for a split second her face was a doe-eyed, sultry-saccharine gaze of romance...

Just as quickly, she blinked, looking down at herself almost in confusion. First, at how she still held Maxx's paw nearly fully inside her, then at her nipple, which stung in the aftermath of the bite. Finally, she looked down into the eyes of the little fox, nearly on top of her...and her eyes narrowed.

"Right. That's enough of that."

Her voice sounded livid, even as she was blushing, almost as if she was embarrassed and trying to cover for it.

"I am sorry about biting you..." The todd said meekly, ears folded back and blushing. "I will cover this session for you fo....."

Maxx's apology was quickly cut off by a scared yip as Katie let go of his paw and grabbed him by the scruff, actually lifting him up off the table entirely as she very shakily stood up. Bringing him to eye level, her eyes bored into his soul.

"Your turn, you little twerp." And with that, she plopped Maxx down on the now-damp table and started climbing on to join him. The poor fox was gazing up at her in a mix of excitement and terror, blushing heavily as the fur of his back was soaked in the remnants of her climax and his twin shafts thumped against his belly.Ss Katie glanced around the table to find anything she could use, Maxx gingerly reached up to caress her abs. While the affectionate act was cute, she bared her fangs down at him threateningly, swatting them lightly away. She had made it clear and he understood; She was in her own world, and he was just a toy to her. All this only served to excite him even more.

Finding a bottle of oil on a nearby table, she unceremoniously yanked the cap off entirely. Maxx wanted to speak up to recommend a better oil, but he stayed quiet as she dumped the entire thing out on his lap. Luckily for them both, the oil she picked would do the job, but it would have the added effect of giving his cocks and her folds a tingle as it was worked in.

Using both paws, she gave each cock a quick pump, lips curling in a smirk as she felt just how large Maxx was...and how much he throbbed at the warm touch. Maxx moaned in pleasure, her rough touch making him shake with delight.

"Finish too quickly and I'll break them off," she nearly purred, before straddling his lap, awkwardly struggling to figure out where the two could go. She was struggling, and Maxx's muzzle opened and hastily closed as he fought the urge to offer a suggestion, waiting for her.

She tried to sink one in after another, but his top cock missed her folds entirely, though his tip bumping her clit brought out a gasp. Her touch got even rougher, the submissive fox wincing and moaning. After some snarls of consternation, haphazardly jerking his cocks around like twin joysticks, she finally got them settled; one tip pressed to her folds, one under her tail. Likely slower than she would have liked, she carefully started to lower herself, gasping as his flesh slipped in and then groaning as both holes were filled at once. Her eyes closed and she lifted her head, heavy breasts heaving just a hint as she experimentally rocked herself. Finding an angle that suited them both, she sank down to the knots...

"Wow, kid..." she breathed, her face once again a feminine picture of peace and pleasure...for all of 10 seconds.

When her eyes opened, half-narrowed, Katie glared away Maxx's brief grin of glee. Only when he returned to looking adorably worried did her lips crease in another fanged smirk.

"Get ready."

With a slap, she quickly rose up and crashed her muscular hips down onto Maxx's lap, rattling the table. His table creaked and his cocks tensed as she slammed down causing some of the blood in his knots to be pushed into his cocks. The sensation of his flesh throbbing in both holes at once nearly left the large girl lightheaded, and she let out a hissing laugh between clenched fangs as she leaned over the little fox, gazing down at him with a predatory burn in her eyes. Her generous breasts bounced with each clap of her thighs against the fox's lap, and she tucked her legs slightly under herself so she could lever herself up and down at a jackhammer rate. There was a reason the flying fox needed to replace her bed frame, a reason she needed to replace some cracked tiles in her shower. Katie was a girl with some needs, needs that had to be ignored after her work accident. Now, without her pain, all of these needs and feelings were back in full, able to spread their wings. It worked out even more in the little fox's favor that he was so good at his job, as Katie was now able to show off just how limber she could be. Able to wiggle and shake her hips, arch her back, and rock her hips to sink both cocks into her at different rates...all the while making sure he didn't dare move a muscle.

Maxx let out a series of moans, some whimpers, and several yips. All of which were loud, submissive, and cute. His claws began to puncture his table as he gripped it tighter, a passive observer and a willingly inactive element as he watched her atop him, enraptured. He tried to stay as still as he could, his body begging to cum and he trying to hold back as he was ordered. His face scrunched up at the effort, and Katie let out a little snicker as she saw how badly the poor little fox was struggling to keep together. However, she lost the right to laugh when an extra hard thrust at an odd angle nearly popped his knot inside her ass, and she nearly lost her balance from shivering so hard. Maxx's flesh throbbed, and a small rush of warmth inside her made her gasp, and she was about to snarl down at him for finishing too quick...before realizing he was still huffing and staying tense. He was still going?

That was just pre?!

"How the fuck did you hide all this?" she breathed, trying to not sound too impressed but failing. The only reply she got was a little whimper.

In the moment, she wondered if he had the vitality to make use of these...maybe it wouldn't be too bad to let him top her? Those balls smacking her thighs... It was then that Maxx whined again, just so adorably, and his fate was sealed. She wouldn't stop until her toy broke. Mashing her hips and rear on and off his lap, each clap threatened to sink his shockingly thick knots inside of her. Even with how big she was, it would be a tight fit.

Poor Maxx's hips twitched and he fought his body to keep his ass planted on that table as she rode him. More of his pre squirted into her as she started to slam her crotch down on his, his knots being slammed against her holes each time.

"I...I can't hold....it muh....much lon...." He let out a deep whimper mixed with a yip as she could feel his knots swell slightly but stop as he willed his body to keep going, his balls pulled up mid-pump. Then something broke in the todd, something in favor for Katie as he calmed down. As he relaxed, his cocks were still rock hard, and while a little heat flowed into her but it wasn't him finishing. She had just pushed him through a ruined orgasm, neither knotted nor pumping his seed out. This was the perfect chance she had to really get something out of him.

Katie had gasped in shock, sure that the little fox had finally let go...but no, he was still hard, still panting. In her confusion, her leg slipped off the table, and she sat down way too hard on Maxx's lap. Aside from crushing the poor fox, who let out a spooked cry, both of his knots popped into her at once.

With his ruined climax, he might not have finished just yet...but at that moment, Katie wasn't so lucky.

With a chiropteran shriek that nearly rattled the room, she clenched down on his knots hard. Not quite the powerful climax the Bat was working toward, but that added pressure inside her had torn it out of her prematurely. Still, it didn't stop Katie from whimpering and mewling through the pleasure as she shuddered atop him, enough lubrication leaking out that Maxx's knots slipped right back out with ease.

Without those extra sources of pleasure, Katie came down from her high rather quickly, but she was still left gasping and stammering after that intense moment. Concerned and affectionate, Maxx went to reach up and bring Katie close. Perhaps for support, perhaps just for cuddles, but he'd never have the chance. Like a spider lunging for the fly, Katie's arms lashed out, grabbing his shoulders and roughly pinning back down as she finished shuddering. Even when she finally opened her eyes fully to glare down at the wide-eyed fox under her, this time she seemed to be in a much more impressed mood.

"Ohhh yeah, I'm keeping you."

Maxx gasped softly, and in a surprisingly tender act, she took a moment to stroke the little fox's belly as she calmed herself.

Soon, the moment passed, and Katie took in a lungful of air. Gritting her fangs as she lifted up, the bat cried out as she started slamming her hips against his lap. sometimes she popped his knots in and out, sometimes she clenched down hard on his lengths, but all the while she kept Maxx pinned down by his shoulders both for her own support and her own need to control. Her breasts bounced before his face, making sure no part of his senses was devoid of her. Not only did she drink in the little male's whimpering and whining, she only stoked the fire to milk more out of him, snarling into his face and gripping his little body even harder. Maxx had found himself in both heaven and hell. Everything felt amazing, but the pressure was on worse than ever. He tried to continue holding back, but her control over him like a piece of meat, the sight of her above him, and the feeling of her tightly squeezing his entire lengths...it seemed that this time he was going to blow unless she slowed down to let him calm down slightly. It also seemed that she had no plan to make it that easy for him. Her claws began to sink into his shoulders as she held on tighter, and poor Maxx groaned as she drew tiny dots of blood in the process. While this didn't cease his endless river of pants and whimpers of pleasure, her whines and gasps had started growing distorted. Like a monster, Katia was groaning so hard she was nearly roaring. Her body was on fire, almost getting sore again from the exertion, but unlike the pain that brought her here, this pain only motivated her. In that moment, she demanded his all.

Soon, the sounds from Maxx changed, no longer those restrained little whimpers but now near whines of exertion. Katie could feel him throbbing inside her, and she could see his face changing again, like a puppy backed into a corner facing the Vet...

"Fine..." she growled throatily. After pausing long enough to catch her breath, the predator leaned her face over his, her narrowed eyes gazing a hole in his soul.

"You can cum, pet."

Maxx let out a slightly relieved whimper, starting to relax his pelvis, but Katie wouldn't even let him have that relief on his own terms. With a swipe of her tongue over his face, she lifted her body off the and slammed her hips down onto his lap with all her strength, hard enough to pop his knots inside and hard enough to possibly rearrange his pelvis, burying every inch of him inside her steaming depths with a feral scream.

Soon, however, Katie's scream drifted off, and her eyes went wide. Like a confused animal, she looked down at her lap, confused at the growing pressure inside her. He couldn't be getting bigger!?

The bat had once again underestimated her new prey. Maxx's cry had nearly lost in the sound as his pair of cocks throbbed and swelled within her, the "little fox" more than able to knot and tie even the larger bat to him. He tried to buck upwards in his last moments of tension, and while he couldn't push up to hilt himself inside her, as she had her entire weight on him, his body didn't care, demanding he was inside all the way. As his flesh grew within her, the cock in her pussy filled her entire passage, the tip mashing against her deepest point and threatening to force deeper. Katie's chest heaved more and more as her eyes rolled back into her head, cunt and tailhole stretching wider and wider as his knots swelled within her...and as she rocked her hips, she felt a small supernova in her belly as Maxx's cocktip speared into her womb. She let out a choked groan, and some part of her wondered whether today was safe or not-

That question was completely moot when, in that amazing moment, her new favorite toy finally let go. Both of them were rewarded as Maxx finally began to cum. His seed sprayed out of both cocks in thick, sticky, hot loads. Likely due to the ruined orgasm earlier, the bat was recieved a double helping of his warmth. Gush after gush quickly filled her womb, her ass, and felt as if it filled her entire body with an intense, virile warmth.

With that first jet of cum pulsing in her belly and another flooding her rear, the giant bat was lost. Unable to even scream, she lifted her head and opened her muzzle in a silent wail as she shivered through an even more explosive climax. In single minded, feral need, her body acted on instinct, tensing up and trying to thrust again. However, as her body nearly crushed the twin cocks within her as she clenched and gushed in climax again, she actually hauled the Fox up off the table by his lap before forcibly slamming them both back onto the table. The subsequent crack was followed by several more, and with an echoing THUMP, the massage table buckled, and the table slumped onto the ground, the two dazed lovers still straddling the table as it sat on the floor, surrounded by legs. Katie wasn't done, still whining and whimpering, the sound becoming a near-terrified squeak as she looked down at her belly.

Maxx, still panting and whimpering, was not done, still pumping more into her than even she could take...and her toned abs had lost their definition, losing more by the second as her belly started to swell with the volume he was filling her with.

This fox, practically a cute little vixen...was cumflating her.

Eye rolling back into her head, Katie clenched again, and again, in a series of aftershocks as she coaxed out every last drop, panting like a canine. No matter how hard she clamped down, Maxx's body kept on giving, the little male lost in the feeling. He never noticed his prized table being broken as the heavy girl slammed him into it, even now still helplessly trying to ride him despite his cocks being firmly locked in her. Even as his climax started to taper off, he still had plenty to give. Even he hadn't thought he had this much in him...though, he'd also never had a girl like her use him like this before.

After several long minutes, the todd was done, his cocks just twitching at this point and his empty balls pulling tight to make sure every last sperm was pumped deep into her. His toes curled as he got feeling back in them and he groaned loudly as he came down from his intense orgasm. Meanwhile, by the time Maxx was done, Katie's eyes were nearly pointed in different directions. Never had she been filled so much, she didn't even think it was possible. She certainly didn't think it'd be possible coming from him. As her breathing started to slow, still a bit labored as she swore her body was sloshing with each breath, she looked down at him.

The fox's green eyes regained their focus and locked on to Katie's, a rather pretty shade of blue he'd not noticed before. In that moment, the bat's eyes were soft, even dreamy...and they didn't change. Gaze trailing over her, he balked very slightly at the sight of her belly, so full it nearly spilled onto his. Those green eyes looked over her in bliss then locked on her belly. It never occurred to him about if she was on birth control, if it was a safe day, or anything else. Such thoughts would not trouble him for some time, especially as the sensations masked by adrenaline started welling to the surface and bruises made themselves known under his soft pelt.

He began to squirm in discomfort, but a little chuckle from Katie demanded his attention once again. She was gazing down at him with a pleased, satisfied smile as she rubbed her belly softly...and her voice carried with it a surprisingly gentle lilt as she cooed.

"Should...have had you prep these muscles first...next time, we'll know better."

With a slight wink, she started running her paws over him all over with surprising authority. Aside from combing through his fluffy chest and teasing his svelte sides, she took a very gentle touch with his lap and thighs, drifting her fingertips over the sore muscles. Maxx's brief look of confusion and worry was quickly assuaged, quickly relaxing happily under her touch. For someone so strong and demanding, her touch now rivaled his in delicacy. She could feel he kept his fur clean and well-groomed, and his fur was still silky smooth even after all of this. Her claws descending through his gently raised fur and trailing over the outline of his musculature,

Katie learned a few more things about her little fox. While not as toned as her, she could feel he had some strength on his slender frame from working on others. She'd definitely need to test out his core strength sometime.

"Next....next time?" He finally replied, voice sounding more hopeful than she was probably expecting. As her paws moved over his lap, she could feel his cocks pulse and twitch, still sensitive all over. "I hope...I helped in any issues you may have had," he added with a cheeky grin, knowing they were going to be there for a while. He had to have his moments when he could, knowing the type of commanding bat she could be.

"You weren't too bad," Katie all but purred. After testing his pain response near his lap and hips, she started slowly pressing her fingertips in, showing a dexterity that her brusque nature would not have suggested. With almost as much skill as the little fox, she gently massaged his sore muscles, leaning over him a bit to kiss his forehead.

"...but I might need a few more appointments to make sure."

Her muzzle shifted down enough to give Maxx a kiss, light as a feather, before she lifted him up to guide his face back to her breasts like a good boy.

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As light bled from the sky outside, Maxx paused by the counter, arms filled with a hamper of towels. Glancing down at his schedule, he was surprised and annoyed when he realized that he couldn't close down yet. Someone still had an appointment, booked for 5 minutes after closing.

The fox was a little annoyed at first, but when he saw the name attached to the reservation, he brightened up immediately. He checked the clock, and rushed to quickly unlock the door before trying to finish up his laundry.

Over the last few months, Katie had delivered on her "threat". She'd become a regular client, always cheekily making appointments outside his regular hours so she could have him all to herself as long as she wanted. Sometimes it was inconvenient, but Maxx did not care at all. It turned out, the large bat had plenty of sore spots that needed relief and plenty of stress that needed to be relieved.

However, he had noticed that her visits had slowed down dramatically, from every other week to many weeks between visits. Their last time had been unusual, where she seemed a bit different. Less put together, less cocky. It seemed as if she was perhaps slowing down at work, as that 6-pack of hers seemed to have lost some definition when she'd come in for the previous session. He didn't dare bring it up, terrified at the idea of accidentally calling her fat.

That had been a few weeks of no contact ago, and Maxx had been curious as to why she'd stopped making appointments, not sure if she moved, transferred, or found someone better. While she was technically just a client, the idea left him with a strange disappointment. Even beyond their "therapy sessions", he'd come to greatly enjoy her company.

However, he was excited at the prospect of seeing her again, the reservation making it clear that she needed a bit more "help" than usual. With a bounce in his step, he quickly started prepping the back room, not daring to lock the door and keep her waiting. He'd come to start providing her the Deluxe setup, complete with a new, much sturdier table, a small cart with a stash of actual lube, and somewhere she could toss her clothes. All this was in addition to his normal equipment; the fox was still a professional. Mostly.

The closed sign was up but the door was still unlocked for her, and with the room set up, the todd was hastily moving along the laundry. As he bent over, transferring loads of towels between machines, his tails wiggled as he danced in place, in full view of the door.

The chime of the door was her only herald; she never bothered to knock. Hearing a familiar little growl, he stood bolt upright, dropping his armful of damp towels. He knew who it was immediately, knew she was staring down at him. Those eyes, he loved the feeling of her burning into his head, how they made the fur on the back of his neck stand up in slight fear and arousal.

With an excited bounce, he turned around with a playful grin to meet her gaze.

"Missed you, wasn't sure......"

His voice trailed off...and after a moment, his eyes went very wide.

Standing there, arms folded over her chest, and wearing the second most smug smirk he had ever seen from her, was Katie. No longer in her leather coat and torn jeans, instead dressed in a loose hoodie, a tank top, and sweatpants. She looked distinctly comfortable...

After all, she needed to be, with her belly so swollen pregnant that her milk chocolate midriff was visible.

"Are you...." His voice had no fear, more of a little excitement and surprise. His hand made a movement like he wanted to reach out and touch, but he stopped himself. He knew by now, a good pet waits for orders and permission.

"I have a distinct set of symptoms," Katie commented with a purr, starting to advance upon him very, very slowly. "Some aches...some pains...definitely my lower back again, I'm sure you can tell..."

With the shutters already pulled, the bat started losing garments as she moved...the little fox able to see her breasts now even heavier with milk, her hips even wider, and her 6-pack completely lost to a thick, heavy baby bump. It would only be a month or two until they found out how many hybrid fox-bats she was carrying.

"You know the body, sometimes something happens and you're thrown all out of whack...and you have tension that bottles up."

Her paws found his waist, and when she lifted him clean off the floor, she made it clear she wasn't any less strong...but many times more hungry. As she slung him onto her shoulder, she purred into his ear.

"I told you, I'm keeping you, Maxxie...now, time for you to help this poor girl relax."

With that, she about kicked the door to the back room off its hinges, before vanishing into their comfortable, slightly incense-scented dungeon.