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Damned wolf... using my heat against me. I've been working at a local deer and zebra farm for a year now, having started just after my last yearly heat. Which means I didn't know how much the feral's musk would affect me. But now? I fucking know now! Every time I drew close to one of them, all I could think about was being bent over and being fucked roughly by them. Every rationality pushed back, every taboo forgotten... all I had was, and I guess is, a deep need for large cock.

The aforementioned wolf is a colleague, Jason, and knew I had started my heat. Not only by the musky wetspot that would grow whenever I got too close to them, but by the 9 inches of erect, foxy, herm cock under my jeans. Last night I think, he rubbed deer ball musk along a corridor and chloroformed me with a rag also covered in musk.

He tied me up to a breeding bench, which I woke up attached to a few minutes ago. The straps are tight against my wrists as my chest presses against the bench, parts of the bench being cut out for my breasts. The barn is warm and the air thick, making me pant softly as the naked wolf walks around me. His tail wags softly once he gets to my maw, his paws move to keep it closed, making me breath through my nostrils. He holds my maw still before pressing his balls against my nose, making me sniff his sack. I give him a growl as I have no choice but to do so. My lungs smell his musky scent, which smells like he has been running five miles before sitting in direct sunlight for an hour.

"Come on girl breath it in, you'll like it more than you realise." Jason teases me, rubbing his sweaty fur against my bare nose skin. I just growl again, trying to pull away from his sack. "No-no-no-no... you're going to be smelling me for a while..."

I hear something behind me, like hooves on wood, barely distracting me his scent. There's no choice, I take a deep sniff of his orbs. A blush runs across my cheeks as his scent fills my lungs and drives me crazy. My folds grow wetter, already wet from my seasonal heat. The hooves get louder, closer... but that doesn't matter. All that does is the smell of his balls, the smell of a true male. Not a female herm like my, my own cock becoming erect at the pheromones affecting my heat fuelled brain.

"Oh look, Christmas is here." The wolf says with a grin, the sound of bells ringing in my ears, soft bells... so soft...

I look up just in time to see a giant, feral deer move over me, his front hooves coming to my shoulders, hooking onto them slightly. His thin cock tip presses against my folds, rubbing along my wet lips. A small motion that sends a jolt of pleasure throughout my body, pushing me deeper into my heat. But a slither of rationality comes back to my mind for a few moments, pulling away from the wolf's sack and out of his grasp.

"Fuck! Stop! Please! I can get pregnant by ferals!" I shout out as I try to get my ass away from the deer.

The wolf grabs my muzzle closed and pulls me towards his orbs again, making me sniff his intoxicating scent again. "Just sniff my balls, slut. It'll make things easier, I promise."

"Nnng! Fffu-! N-no!" No matter what I try, I can't help but smell his scent. It activates the heat centre of my mind, and I sniff his scent deeply like the slutty fox I am... It's so fucking good... how does he get his balls to smell so good? The deer above me pushes forward, spreading me open easily as he almost bottoms out in me. His feral cock getting to my cervix easily, the tapered tip rubbing my tight internal hole softly. I can manage to smell the deer under the wolf's sweaty scent, just adding to my lust fuelled slutty-mess. A moan falls from my maw, I can't help it... I need his cock!

He's preing in my womb, giving me just a taste of what's to come. The deer bucks roughly into my folds, over and over with gusto, breathing deeply over me. I moan and wiggle my ass slightly, relishing the feeling of his feral cock sliding into my body. It feels bloody amazing, adding to his roughness and brutish-ness, really giving me a feel of an animal fuck session.

"Good girl... service that buck!" Jason teases, releasing my maw with a grin and a rub of his cock against my nose. "Hey... wanna give me a little service too? This doggo's feeling lonely."

"Fu-fuck..." I say as his erect shaft presses against me, his scent, his taste... Everything makes that deep, heat fuelled, vulpine nature build up inside me. I'm... I'm a fox... and every fox needs cock, don't they? With a gulp I open my mouth and guide his length into my mouth, locking my lips around his pole. His pre hits my tongue and I get my first taste of wolf, bringing me to take more and more of him into me.

"Good girl... you like tasting wolf?" He asks with a teasing tone, thrusting into my maw softly.

Moaning positively, I'm fucked harder and harder by the deer, blushing deeply in burning need. My cock is leaking pre as I do my best to blow the cock in my maw, much more than the wolf is pouring down my throat. I suck the cock like a straw, doing my best to make him cum. My mind goes between the two male's above me, focusing on the slightly trembling wolf in front of me, before going to the dominant deer that's taking my flank.

"Oh slut... I'm going to cum... you're gonna suck me dry..." Jason says breathlessly, his paws going to my head to keep me held in place, not that I'd go anywhere. "Ke-eep your throat relaxed, I think... f-fuck! I think this'll be big..."

I do as he says and relax my throat, opening my maw even more to allow his growing knot into my snout. Once it slips into me, Jason tries to pull back, but can't thanks to my lips locking around him. It throbs and pulses heavily, making the wolf's upper body move forward slightly, pressing his head against the deer's chest. His moans and pants grow heavier, deeper, his entire body convulse in tune to his approaching orgasm.

"I'm! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Here it comes!"

Warm, thick, fertile wolf cum shoots into my throat and I gulp it down like a good little foxy slut. The taste making me moan with glee, filling my belly with seed, which fills me up enough to sate my hunger, but not my lust. The wolf moves his paws to around the deer's lower neck, pulling back, so only the tip is still inside my mouth. I drink up the last few spurts of delicious wolfy cum, looking up at the wolf once he removes himself from my lips.

"So good! Fuck!" I say, the words almost alien in my mind.

"You've... changed your... tune..." The wolf pants deeply, keeping himself wrapped around the deer.

"My heat... fuck... it's bad this time. I-I wanna fuck! I need it! I need deer cum!"

"Then work him!"

He undoes my paws and I instantly begin to move back against the deer's bucking motions, clamping around his length like my life depends on it. The wolf pushes his balls against my nose again and I sniff deeply, his scent has deepened, thicker... Fuck... why does it smell so good? I barely have the mind to ask myself that before licking his balls, lapping up his sweat and gulping it down. The taste is unique, slightly different than the smell, a bit off... but definitely appreciated.

"Damn, you really do like it, don't you?"

"Yes! I love your musk!" I shout out, grabbing his balls and rubbing them across my nose, sniffing them deeply.

He lets me sniff his sack for a few minutes before turning around, lifting his tail, spreading his cheeks, pressing my hole against my snout. "Give this a go, it's been trapped in tight denim all day. Hope it smells as good as my balls, little foxy slut."

I sniff his ass deeply and let out a deep sigh, practically tasting his anal musk with how deep it is. Deep, musky, yet clean, all mixed together down in my lungs into a scent that fuelled my heat even further. A deep seated part of my brain, the inheritance of my vulpine nature, activates with each sniff of his musk. Whether it be his ball sweat, his erect cock, or his warm anus. It all brings out my slutty nature, only enhanced by my current situation.

The buck above me begins to drive into me harder, with shorter thrusts into my folds, his cock throbbing deep inside me. This signals his climax is close, and I do my best to bring him to it. I push back against his thrusts in time, clamping down on his large length. Letting my moans rumble into Jason's ass cheeks, only adding to me efforts. The deer finally gives a final thrust, giving me that last few centimetres as his tip pushes into my cervix.

"Ahhhmmmph!" I shout out into Jason's ass, muffled between his ass cheeks while the buck cums into my womb. His seed fills me up quickly and starts to stretch me, bulging my lower belly quickly. My body twitches slightly with each throb, every shot of jizz, my mind focusing my the stretching of my womb. How the fluid pushes parts of me out from the inside, how the deer grunts with every slight thrust into me. This lasts for barely half a minute before the deer pulls out of my pussy and moves off of me. I blush deeply as the deer walks away, my muzzle still held between Jason's musky cheeks while more hooves walk towards where we are.

'Fuck... what is that?' I think to myself, barely a few seconds before I'm answered.

A large zebra clops into our part of the barn, it's a male, bigger than the deer, and very big. He's half erect, possibly from the musk in the air, and drawing closer to us. Jason looks over and smiles, withdrawing my muzzle from his ass before he meets the zebra with a greeting. The wolf rubs the equine's snout for a few seconds before kissing the feral beast. Their lips move over the other's, taking a few seconds before opening up and French kissing. The zebra seems well trained, and enjoying the passionate action.

"Get a room you two..." I grumble, panting softly as a little of my rational comes back to me.

Jason pulls from the kiss and sucks on the zebra's tongue while he does, letting it go hesitantly. "Oh, feeling left out?"

"How can I when all I can smell is your ass...? You cock sucker!"

"Sucker and proud of it, and your weren't complaining!"

"I'm in heat! I can't help it, and you know it!"

Jason walks over to me and slaps my ass, right on the tattoo on my ass cheek. "Come on, we both know better than that, foxes love getting their cum fix. That's why you have a gauge tattoo to keep tabs, seems it's gone up with both loads too."

"Hey... I-I didn't..."

"Just admit you love getting fucked, and I may just finger your ass."

"I don't... it-it's not true."

"Come on foxy, tell me and I'll finger you." Jason moves a finger between my ass cheeks and runs a pad around my anus, right along my rim. Teasing me and making me blush. His finger pushes against my hole slightly, before going back to his teasing.

"I... I... need... cock. I love it! The taste, the smell! I just love smelling the balls, licking and sucking on them!"

"Are you a cock slut?"

"Yes!"

"A ball sniffer?"

"Oh fuck yeah!"

"Good," he says shortly, removing his finger and moving to the zebra.

"Wait... you said you'd finger me... I need relief, I can't do it myself."

"Well, I think I know something better."

With that he brings the zebra over, my eyes focused on the giant, throbbing, musky length hanging between its legs. The zebra mounts my front side and slaps his balls against my face, beads of his sweat coat my lips and nose. I let my mouth hang open slightly for a moment, slowing pressing my nose against his nuts and sniffing deeply. My entire body trembles when I take in his scent, the deep, primal, unwashed scent that only a feral stallion can produce.

"Damn, you like that foxy?" Jason smiles devilishly.

"Yes! Fuck! He smells so raw! So good! Haven't you ever washed his balls?" I ask him, my mind revels in the heat overtaking it again.

"Nope, mares are more receptive to stallions when their musk is at its peak. Seems to be the same for foxes too."

"Oh... shut... up..." I say between sniffs, cupping and massaging his nuts before sniffing them, his scent now imprinted onto my paws.

I'm allowed to sniff the zebra's nuts for a minute or two before he pulls back, bringing the tip of his cock against my cheek. I take the tip and moves it to my lips, kissing him for a moment. My maw opens and I take the giant cock into my maw, moving down and taking more of him in me. The taste is the first thing that hits me, somewhat similar to a few anthro horses I've been with before, but with subtle differences. It's spicier and deeper than the anthros, the pre is thick and kinda stringy, clinging to the walls of my mouth.

The zebra snorts softly in content, letting me work his black mushroom head further and further. My paws work the shaft not in my maw, jerking it softly as I take his cock deeper, soon feeling it hit the back of my mouth. It's bigger than I thought and it nearly makes me gag, the taste being the only thing keeping me relaxed. He shifts above me suddenly, his inner thigh muscles contracting before he pushes his cock deep into my throat. Bulging my neck as it rams forward, not caring about me, leaving just a few centimetres left out of my lips.

My paw goes to my stretched neck in shock. My fingers following the bulge down from my snout, to my upper chest, the length disappearing under my collarbone. All I can taste is musky zebra cock, overloading my senses as the pre now is fed straight into my stomach. Pulling back for a moment, taking a deep breath, and pushing back onto his cock. Working his cock slowly, hoping the zebra doesn't try and take control again.

My ears fold backwards against the back of my head and neck, taking the large, equine shaft over and over again. I push forward, gulp around his length and work it with my tongue, before pulling back and taking a breath. It takes me a minute or two to get the last part of the feral's length down my throat. While I work his cock, I look up at the black and white striped belly, enjoying the patterns they make. Jason walks around me, tentatively looking at my neck with a whistle.

"Damn... you look so hot sucking his cock." He smirks, rubbing the equine's ass softly. "Jammy beasts... they can cum like 2 litres, you know that? And this one hasn't cum for a week... think you can drink all that?"

A part of me worries about what I've gotten myself into, or what I've let into me. But the idea of litres of cum filling my belly, feral stallion jizz? Makes me love his cock more and more. I move my paws to the zebra's balls and fondle them, treating him like any horse before. My mind races slightly as I let myself stay at his base before trying to pull back, the back of my head being met by the wolf's paw.

"Hey... how about we stay here a little? I know zebras don't last long, and I wanna watch your belly fill up. So, I'd suggest you work his length with that great tongue of yours. Not that I think he needs much, he's close I think." Jason smirks, keeping me at the equine's base.

With bulging eyes, I put my paws go to the equine's inner thighs, trying to push myself away with no luck. I stop trying to get away and glare at Jason, my paws going to the zebra's nuts again. My fingers work his orbs as my tongue works his cock, working in unison to try and get him to cum. Hoping that ferals are like anthros, I use my knowledge of male anatomy to my advantage through my paws. I can feel the zebra's heartbeat through his length, going from base to tip and feeling it all the way through my throat.

His cock just throbs and stays in my throat, seconds passing by, nothing seeming to work on him. Annoyance growing as my breath depletes, making me gag slightly in desperation. I can feel his tip bulge inside my chest, mushrooming out but not cumming. His giant flare guaranteed to stop me from breathing, if it weren't for the rest of his cock keeping me gagged and unable to draw breath. With a quick thought, and my vision becoming slightly blurred. My paws go to the zebra's balls and give them both a harsh slap, receiving a loud whinny in return.

His cock bulges out slightly, stretching my neck out even more. Fuck, I think that's it! I slap his balls again, over and over, as hard as I can. This makes the zebra begin thrusting into me, giving me half seconds on the pull outs to catch my breaths, keeping me from passing out. He uses my throat as his own personal sex toy, finally seeming to get somewhere. His pre-cum clings to my throat as he does so, coating my insides with a thick layer of gel like fluid.

"Damn, fuck her throat boy." Jason almost purrs, moving to my backside slowly, cupping my balls. I barely register that his paws have moved, or his nose sniffing at my orbs, only taking my attention when he licks from my balls to the base of my tail. "Mmmm... so good, such a tasty herm."

I want to respond, but I can feel his thrusts become short and harsh. This turns to one last ram into my throat, slapping his balls against my chin before cumming straight into my stomach. My belly fills with the first shot of zebra cum, bulging out on the second, and stretching on the third. The zebra just keeps on cumming into me, shot after shot of hot jizz down my gullet. Each throb sends a shot of his seed into me, making my belly hang from the weight of it.

It all gets to me and I pull away, his flare pulling slightly on my insides as it withdraws from me. Once his cock moves out of my maw, I fall onto all fours and throw up a mouthful of cum, creating a thick puddle of jizz. I catch my breath under the equine, who moves away from me after getting his use out of me. Jason rests on my ass, nuzzling my tail with a hum.

"So... what'cha gonna name the cub?" He asks with a snicker.

"Oh go suck a zebra..." I respond, still peeved off.

"Oh, still angry at little old me?"

"You tied me up and used my heat against me!"

"And brought you closer to your true nature, foxes are sluts, the sooner you admit it, the better."

"You bastard..."

"Hey, wanna go out for a drink? Bet'cha want to get the taste of horse out of your mouth, or is that what you're into?"

I growl softly and grumble. "I need clothes..."