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Julia and I hadn't been getting along in the bedroom. She was on top of me, but the mood had died completely.

"I just want you to take control sometimes," she explained.

"But I like it when you're the dominant one!" I said, petting her. "What if I hurt you without meaning to?"

The feral fox stood and stretched. "First of all, that wouldn't happen--"

"You can't say that for sure," I interrupted.

"And even if it did, I'd forgive you! You don't need to be so dense!"

"There's a difference between being dense and just being careful," I said.

"I'm not seeing one!" she scoffed. She leaped off of me and off the bed, leaving my dick cold in the air.

I muttered out my own complaints, blueballed. Julia looked back at me.

"Sorry," she sighed, "I didn't mean to call you that. You're not dense."

"Well, what do I know?" I admitted. "This is all new for me."

"Yeah... I think we just need to find a way to get you in the right mindset."

"I guess I can try."

Julia jumped back on the bed. "Maybe it's not something we can do all at once. I'll try to be more patient."

Patience turned out to be important. I remember my first moment of dominance, a week or so after our argument.

Julia had woken me up with some oral. I was practically moaning when I opened my eyes. I pulled the covers down, and she looked up at me. She smiled, extremely horny, licking the pre dripping out of me. Without a word, she spun around with her ass to my face. Her huge tail was pulled back, showing off canid pussy lips that were already far wetter than her spit had gotten me.

I guided her back to my snout and started licking. I used my pawtips to spread her wide, digging my tongue into her delicious cunt. Julia sweared, pushing her backside hard against me. Before long, she was sitting on my face. As an anthro, it wouldn't have taken much of my strength to hold her up, but I enjoyed being smothered in her twitching flesh.

Once I got her off, she turned around again, hopping almost immediately onto my lap. The little vixen sat down on my cock, only stopping when my knot got in the way of her eagerness. I swear, every time we had sex, she got a little tighter.

Sometimes, when we had sex, she'd pound down on me with intensity I couldn't match. That wasn't true this time. Julia felt out every inch of me on the way down, right from my narrow tip, to the slight bulge in the middle, down to the beginning of my knot. She'd let her cunt start to wrap around my bulbous structure, grinding on me hard, then let herself slip back up. Knowing her, she wanted to savor her time on my lap until she got close to another orgasm.

I was guiding her hips, clutching her thick fur, watching her move so damn slow. Close to release, I started to grab her fur harder than I meant to. Shuddering, I pushed her down as her labia started to slide against my knot again. With my extra strength, I forced her down the rest of the way, tying my girlfriend early. She cried out in surprise. I came anyway. My cum spurted into her little feral body and left me debilitated, already surrounded by her rippling heat.

I realized what I did.

"Oh shit!" I said, "Sorry, I wasn't thinking."

She gave me a satisfied look.

"Wait, you like that?" I realized.

"You practically a dom already," she joked.

I hugged her, pressing my knot deeper into her walls. "Love you."

The weeks passed as they always do when you have a full time job. The days blurred, always leaving me waiting for the time when I got to leave. But I was especially starting to look forward to that time now, either at my house or hers.

Usually, she would still take the lead during sex, but I started to like being more authoritative, too. Like, I never had a problem getting my dick in her smaller physique in missionary, but now, instead of asking her if she wanted to get on her back, I could tell her to. One time, I just held her down on the bed and started pressing in, flattening her under my cock and thrusting hard. She really seemed into that. Granted, maybe the copious foreplay beforehand had something to do with it.

A month passed with moderate progress. I got used to taking some initiative, which was good, but I could tell she still wasn't completely satisfied. I don't think I was, either.

Her birthday was coming up. The summer months meant it was a good time to be out of doors, and one of us had the idea to stay in a national park. Since it wasn't too long of a drive, and we both loved getting out there, we took an extra day off work for it.

I was explaining my weekend plans to a coworker.

"Going up with anyone?" he asked.

"Yeah, me and my girlfriend actually. It's her birthday," I said.

"Huh! I didn't know you were seeing anyone. What's she like?"

"Yeah, she's a quad fox named Julia. We've been going for close to a year now, I think. Really great."

I saw him freak out internally for a second. "Well, at least you're keeping things canine," he said backhandedly.

There were still a lot of people who weren't super comfortable with anthro-feral relationships, even if marriage had been legal for years. Not to get sappy on you, but I was the same way until I met Julia. But that's a story for later. I politely told my coworker to fuck off.

At least, I tried to. I still wasn't very good at being confrontational.

We piled into my truck with all our camping stuff. We didn't have a fancy camper or anything like that; it was just going to be me, her, a tent, and a ton of meals and snacks. Holy shit, so many snacks. I have no idea why Julia bought so many.

I reserved a fairly secluded site within the park, which turned out to be a good idea for all the reasons you can imagine. Things didn't start out super sexy though. We did normal camping things: check out some local points of interest, light a fire, set up our tent.

The tent was an adventure. I had a pretty big one, big enough to fit a couple air mattresses if we wanted. So while I struggled with the poles, Julia was staking it to the ground. You might think a quad fox wouldn't have much luck with a hammer--but no. There are fewer things more terrifying than seeing a lady like that use a heavy tool with such an extreme degree of accuracy.

Anyway, after it was set up, we left to go on a longer hike.

"So, did you get me anything for my birthday?" Julia asked me.

"Yeah. Wouldn't want to spoil it though."

"I was just worried you might have forgotten with all the trip planning."

I nodded. "It was a lot, but I think all the effort was worth it. This is nice."

She agreed, running ahead and looking all around us. "Just us and the trees. No one from your work to give you weird looks."

Word had gotten around about who I was dating. I was doing my best to ignore it entirely.

"I'm not losing sleep over them yet."

Julia had stopped. Her tail was raised, and she was looking back at me. "Prove it," she provoked.

"Why would you want to do it out here? There's mud and bugs and people that could show up randomly."

"You're no fun," she complained, "I'm sure all the woodland critters would love to watch."

I took on a mischievous smirk. "Let's just save it for your birthday."

"Oh? What do you have planned? My present isn't just sex, is it?"

"No spoilers!" I laughed.

It was getting dark by the time our hike ended. We had some more of our snacks and started getting ready to sleep. Julia tried to get me in the mood again, licking and kissing the fur of my sheath from inside my sleeping bag. But I insisted it would be better to wait for tomorrow. She didn't like that at all. I felt pretty bad, but I had to stick to my guns on this one.

Morning came and I prepared some food over a fire for breakfast. It didn't take her long after that to ask what I got her.

"I guess I've led you on enough. I'll go grab it," I said.

"Finally," she grumbled, a bit sarcastic.

I ran to the truck and grabbed the gift bag from below a seat.

"That's where it was?" she asked.

"Couldn't let you find it early!"

"Pshhh."

I handed it over. She pushed away the tissue paper to reveal a card and a bottle of fur soap.

"Thanks for the shampoo?" she said. I could tell she was trying not to be disappointed.

"No, check the card!"

I wrote some heartwarming, lovey-dovey crap in there, but on one side was a coupon for a free trip to a spa downtown.

"Ahh, you're so sweet! I love that place!"

She climbed on my lap to kiss me, which I graciously accepted before I backed up again.

"Well, you're not done unwrapping," I said.

"What?" she inquired.

"Check below the rest of the tissue paper."

She went back to the bag, confused. "What's with the sneakiness?"

"The spa card was the gift in case your family asked what I got for you. I don't think you're going to want to do that with the real present."

"Real present? But I like the spa!"

"Okay, the other one is real too. Just check out what I got you!"

"Okay, okay."

She finally got the paper back. When she realized what it was, she looked confused. I started explaining.

"Remember what you said about getting me into the right headspace in the bedroom? Well I started thinking about how we could do that, and--"

"So the collar--it's for me, not a pet you adopted?"

"No, yeah. It's for you. But it's kind of like you are the pet? Cause, you know, pets do what they're told?"

"That sounds pretty degrading," she pointed out.

"Uhh..."

"No, that's a good thing!" she said, "It's like we get to roleplay and shit."

"Yeah, exactly," I relaxed.

"Plus, the leash would be good to choke me with."

"Mmm-hmm."

"We could even go for walks and make people think you have a pet fox."

"I wouldn't go that far," I stopped her.

"Well, you are the master now, but it is my birthday."

"You're really kinky, you know that?" I said.

Somehow, she convinced me to take her on a trail like that. We drove out to one in the middle of the park, somewhere where people wouldn't be as likely to bug us. I joked that I would have a very hard time explaining to anyone how I had acquired a pet fox.

"I think I could pass as a pet dog," she disagreed.

"I don't think I've ever seen a dog with red and grey fur."

"No, no, it'll be fine. When they ask what breed I am, just say, 'Breed? You wish, she's mine.'"

"Ha. Ha," I enunciated.

She was leading the way on her leash, really getting into her role. At some point, she mostly stopped talking. I'd ask her something, and she'd nod or shake her head or give me varying degrees of naughty looks.

"I didn't think you'd like it this much," I said.

We got to the top of a peak. The trees thinned at an overlook, making it nice and sunny on the warming rocks. I suggested we take a snack break there. Julia yipped an affirmative.

Sitting down, I took off my backpack.

"What does Julia want? Jerky?"

She kind of just looked at me, her head shaking subtly.

"How about some trail mix? ...Fruit bars?"

She yipped. I grabbed the bars from my bag and started unwrapping her one. Julia snatched it out of my paws before I could finish.

"You really that hungry, girl?" I said.

Julia nodded, lying down. Making sure I was watching her, she lowered her muzzle around the bar. But she didn't bite down. She just laid there, deepthroating the snack beside me and pulling up, over and over. It looked as ridiculous as it sounds, but it did turn me on.

I groped myself. "Stop it, girl. If you're not hungry, maybe you don't want your treat after all?"

Julia stopped, tilting her head to one side. She noticed where my paw was.

"Come on, finish your snack!" I ordered.

While she started chewing, I started undoing my belt. I got down my pants halfway and had a sudden urge to look behind me. There wasn't anyone there, but there wouldn't be any room for excuses if we got caught.

The fruit bar was gone. Julia was faking an inquisitive look at my dick, half out of its sheath.

"Well don't be shy," I said, "You're going to have to work for it." With a firm grip on the leash, I tugged her in towards me, getting her between my legs.

She didn't need much convincing after that. My new pet vixen opened her maw just slightly, covering her sharp canines with her tongue out of habit. She sank down around me. With my dick still being growing, she could easily kiss the fur of my sheath. She repeatedly pushed down then up, lapping at my tip, tasting it at all angles. I shortened her leash so that she hardly had any room to back up, keeping her mouth down around my hard-on.

"Good fox," I praised, sighing. "I must have trained you right."

She suckled noisily. Her jaws clenched around my dick and her paws were pressed down on my belly, not letting me go just as much as I was holding on to her. The pressure felt fantastic, only multiplied by the danger of being so out in the open.

I had never thought about it, but it was hard to keep up the dirty talk when you are getting constantly serviced. I struggled not to moan or let go of the leash. She was bathing the tip of my cock in her slippery heat, urging my precum to spill out over her tongue. She was playing with me.

"Come on, don't be a tease," I tried, "I've seen you get lower on your snack!

I pulled her down with the leash. The tip of my penis rubbed down against the back of her mouth. I groaned. My hips didn't want to stay still with her around me, even when she started sinking further. I kind of wanted to just grab Julia and start grinding hard into her cute little mouth. Then I realized that, if there was ever a time to be so bold, this was it.

I stopped her. "You're going to have to do better," I said. I stood up on my knees, tugging her up with me. "If you want your treat, you're going to have to let me fuck that maw of yours."

I pulled her closer, rubbing her seemingly unwilling snout against my cock. A devious line entered my head. "That is, unless you're not a good girl after all."

At this, she glared at me. It was almost enough to scare me. I worried I went too far. Then she opened her jaws wide and forced herself around me as far as she could go. The wet sensation tickled the underside of my cock as it slipped along her soft tongue. I couldn't stop myself from gasping. Hey eyes told me she enjoyed that.

I let the leash fall. I cradled either side of her head, below her tall ears. Slowly, I let my hips pull back from her, and just as slowly I pushed myself back in. It took a hot minute to get the angle right, making sure I wouldn't grate against her teeth on the way down her maw. Eventually I did, thrusting my hips inside like she was presenting her pussy to me.

It felt so disrespectful. I was just thinking of my own needs, thrusting my dick into her maw while I kept her as still as possible. The saliva ran down her lips. Her ears were flat on her head. I hoped she could breathe fine, but Julia wasn't pulling back. She wanted it, taking me all the way to my knot, where her sharp canines got in the way. My balls could just swing and hit her jaw. Inside, the intensity and warmth in the back of her mouth was insane. I could hardly comprehend why she would ever want me to use her maw like a fleshlight, when another horn-dog idea got in my head.

"You're such a good girl," I panted, "but if you want your treat, you'll have to take it all."

I grabbed her head and collar firmly. Blushing hard, she opened her mouth wider. My groin tensed up, twitching before release. I thrusted shortly, holding myself in her heat, smacking myself against her muzzle. I finally got the balls to do it. I forced my knot into the vixen's mouth, pressing her so far down that her nose was buried in my crotch fur. Julia never took her eyes off me, even as I gasped, strings of my cum shooting down her throat.

She almost gagged, the quad swallowing every ounce of her naughty treat. There was nowhere else for it to go. Julia's lips bulged tight against my knot, her canines holding my long dick in its place. There was nothing else for her to do except drink my cum as it gushed out of me. I was in so deep that my dick was bent down her tongue, hugging the curvature of her luxurious mouth. I kind of doubted she could even taste me. But she could definitely feel me throbbing on the other side of her lips, my paws clutching her fur, forcing her to swallow it all in big, dirty gulps.

"Good girl," I moaned, again and again. I was petting her head, letting go of my harsh grip. But she stayed down. She milked my knot of the last few weak drips, squeezing it with her jaws. Her hot breath was directed right into my crotch. Finally, she opened wide and raised herself off of my sensitive cock, coughing for a second. My dick straightened and cum leaked down my balls, drooling out on the rocks. She even licked me clean of any of her remaining treat, leaving my cock and balls wet and ready for more.

"Holy shit, I can't believe you let me do that," I breathed.

She finally talked. "I can't believe I convinced you to do that to me.

"Oh... ok," I said. I fell the rest of the way to the ground. "Take all the credit, I guess."

"I'm not 'taking credit,'" she admonished, "I'm saying it was a team effort!"

"Okay, go team!" I said, raising a sarcastic paw for her. She didn't go for it.

We ended up having to go back after that. A few hikers were coming past us on that overlook. Thankfully, we heard them coming, and I was just able to pull my pants back up in time. I looked flushed in the face and my pet probably seemed out-of-place, but they just kept walking after saying hi. Took close for comfort, but our secret was safe. After all, Julia had graciously swallowed all the evidence.

Don't look at me like that.

Right, so, the walk back was torture. Julia kept stopping and sniffing the ground, her tail all the way up. I had never seen her so wet. But it was all a bait. If I got close, she'd let me get as far as rubbing her fur before leaping away. I debated grabbing her. She might have even wanted me to, but I didn't. I had other plans for her.

We got back to the campsite fine. She made me take her collar off when we arrived. Things calmed down a bit while we ate lunch.

"Sorry for making it weird back there," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I didn't mean to get all defensive and shit right after you gave me the best oral of my life."

"Oh, the oral?" she downplayed. "That was just another day for me."

"Funny," I said, "I've never seen you do it like that before."

"No, yeah, it was... nothing."

"Think you could do it again?"

"Not today," she admitted.

"Oh well. I'll just have to knot my pet in one of her other holes."

She gave me one of her infamous looks. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood right now. Maybe we should check out another part of the park next?"

I called her bluff, smirking. "Okay."

"Right..." she hesitated, "we can check out the lake, I guess."

We finished eating, then I made my move.

"Alright, let's get your collar back on before we go."

She let me snap the plastic in place. "Hmm. I'm surprised you are willing to be around all those people with your new pet."

"That's because I lied. We're not going anywhere, now that I have your collar on."

"You bitch," she laughed. Julia tugged on her leash, pawing at the tent flap. "I can't believe you would betray me like that!"

"Pets do what they're told. Now come here."

She casually submitted. "Woe is me!"

"This is serious," I said. I grabbed her hind legs, spinning her around. "Any good owner would notice when their pet's in heat."

"I'm not in heat," she denied.

I pulled Julia's backside onto my lap and lowered my head. With my snout pressing into her tender folds, I sniffed her. "Sure smells like it, pet."

"Nope," she said.

"Then why are you soaked back here?"

I didn't get an answer. My mouth went to her cunt lips. I sucked on them, licking away all the delicious flavor clinging to them. It was a losing battle. Every swipe of my tongue brought more seeping out, her legs widening for me. Julia lowered her head, muffling a moan. Her bushy tail flagged harder.

I stopped, licking my own lips. "Are you getting turned on by your owner?"

"No, never."

I slowly speared her with my fingers, curling them inside her. Her vixen pussy hardly let them bend or separate, twitching against me. "Don't you know no one likes a liar?"

"I'm not lying!" she forced.

"So you're not just begging to be bred?" I said. She just moaned. I took my fingers out of her, dripping with her juices. "Have a taste," I said, putting the fingers against her lips.

She sniffed my hand soaked with her own arousal and opened her maw an inch. I slid the digits in, holding them in. She sucked off her own fluids without any encouragement, lapping them clean. "Naughty pet," I huffed.

Julia looked at me. I was done waiting. I pulled my pants down. Julia watched me as I laid down on the air mattress, dick standing painfully tall. Paw on the leash, I pulled her over to me, got her between my legs. I got flashbacks to earlier, when I knotted her hot mouth. But like I said, I had other plans.

"No more treats Julia. Let's play." I sat up, pulling on the leash again. She walked over top of me, face to face. "Good girl," I praised.

Julia got a smile on her face. She rubbed her dripping vag against me, not quite aligning the tip to her vent that was pulsing with heat. I was already wet with my pre. There was no resistance, just our canine sexes sliding against each other. "Play?" she teased.

"Not like that," I said. "Sit down on it."

"What if I don't want to?" she said. My dick was sandwiched against her silky belly fur, making a mess.

I couldn't stand it. I grabbed her back, aligning us and forcing her onto me. My tip parted the vixen's labia, stretching as I brought her lower and lower and lower. We both moaned. I basked in her warmth, my dick barely finding room inside. Her arousal gushed out around my cock, filled by my width, wetting my fur too.

I tightened the leash in my paw. I grabbed her hips. We were face to face.

"Start moving," I said, keeping the tension on her leash.

"Yes, Master," she said. She didn't sound sarcastic.

She rose her hips, grinding out of me. I pulled on the leash again, making sure she didn't get far. She sank down sharply, squeezing me into her tiny body, sitting on my knot, breathing uneven.

"Fuck that feels good. Good pet," I praised.

Her hips started to rock up and down. She had to keep herself propped up on her back legs, cause I kept pushing her butt down with my paws and the leash.

The slick sounds alone were enough to put the songbirds outside to shame. Her collar jingled too. She was really getting into it. Her front claws were digging into my chest, half holding me back, half welcoming every single smooth, tapered inch. If she wasn't biting back her own calls of pleasure, Julia would have been even louder.

I moved a paw up to her face. "Come on, bitch. Let me hear you," I breathed, failing to keep my voice steady.

My fingers went to her lips, pressing them against her clamped teeth. She wouldn't open them. I started guiding her to move faster, forcing the feral fox down to my crotch harder. I rocked myself up to meet her, slapping myself against her tiny hips. Julia exhaled harshly, letting me just slip my thumb into her mouth. I felt her hot breath against my chest. I heard her moan out, blushing furiously. Her teeth did nothing to stop me from feeling the walls of her mouth, the silky texture of her tongue, still as hot and slick as when I knotted her. I could hear every whimper.

"That's a good girl," I said, moaning myself.

The pace just built. I didn't have to keep my paw there for long. Julia cried out like she wanted someone to hear us, doing more work to fill herself with my dick than I was, shoving herself down. She might have been close. Watching my dick disappear inside my pet's gorgeous frame was enough to get me close, too.

I worked to hold back from spilling inside her. I focused on controlling Julia. I kept her pussy from leaving my tip, keeping the leash as tight as her cunt was on me. But to be honest, I didn't have to work too hard. Julia was doing most of the moving, her thin hind legs straddling my hips.

"Stop," I growled. She didn't try to, still rocking down on me eagerly. I had to pull up hard on the leash. "I said stop! Where are your manners?"

"Oh, sorry, Master," she choked.

I smiled at her submissiveness, practically breaking character. I might have been enjoying this more than I wanted to admit.

"Very rude, you know. If you want to be bred by your owner, we need to be tied. Otherwise it's just going to be a waste."

"What about when you--" she asked.

"Well, I need to keep my pet fed, right?" I explained.

"Oh, of course," she said. Her eyes rolled.

"What did I say about back-talk? Now, turn around."

"Refer to me by my proper title," she said.

"Turn around, pet."

"That's more like it."

I spent longer admiring the view. Our fucking had completely dampened her hind fur, her pussy was more spread, more engorged, more juice dripping from the tip of her folds. I grabbed her flanks, raising her entire backside to my mouth instead of just moving my head down. She squeaked in surprise, having to walk backwards not to fall down.

Once again I dug my snout into her pussy. It tasted like it smelled: musty like our sex, wonderfully addictive. Her supple flesh parted for my wide tongue, letting my pre and her natural lubricant leak out. All I was doing was stalling. I wanted to mount her, fill her body, but I wanted to savor the act. If I was too eager, I'd cum immediately, being crammed inside her like that again. If I waited, maybe I could regain some precious stamina--hard to do when you got to eat out a pussy like hers.

She squirmed in my grip, her front legs repositioning as she got tired of holding herself up.

"Trying to get away, pet?" I teased.

"No, you're just--"

"I can always tie you up, if you're still thinking about escaping," I explained.

She caught on quick. "Oooh. Right. Yeah, you got me. I yearn for freedom, you horny bastard!"

"Can't have that," I smirked.

Going into my bag, I pulled out an extra length of rope that came with the tent. At least, I hope it was supposed to be extra. I got in front of her, leaning down to her front legs. Obvious knotting jokes aside, I wasn't that good at tying actual knots, but I did know a couple. With her front legs bound in a few loops of rope, I decided it was good enough. She wasn't going anywhere.

Julia looked back. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Whatever I want," I said.

Getting behind her again, I put my hand over her pussy, feeling the warmth, the sticky fluids clinging to her. I dug a couple fingertips in, watching her spade part so easily, feeling her walls slide against me. I imagined how much wider I would get those tight lips when I got my knot in.

Since she wasn't able to use her front legs, Julia was stuck laying on the ground. Her butt was way up in the air. Waiting any longer was impossible. She was ready for me, fertile and needy, despite my abuse. I was going to mate her just like nature intended.

I grabbed her sides, dragging her face along the sleeping bag as I brought her crotch to my dick. Without a second's thought, I crammed into her, making our crotches meet. Julia whimpered loud.

"You like that, bitch?"

"Yeah," she admitted.

I wrapped the leash around my hand, tightening it. She grunted into the sleeping bag, struggling to move. I started thrusting my hips. I slid out of her, my dick soaked, and squished back in further. Her whole back side was almost lifted up, my hips carrying her body in the direction of my thrusts.

Her leash brought her back around me every time. Our furry bodies slapped together in the middle somewhere. The force was intense. I could feel her thick lips start to part for my knot, overly tight. My panting was out of control from doing all the moving. She'd murmur, relishing the abuse, dominated by her owner.

"Harder," she moaned.

I grabbed her flanks, feeling for the best angle to wedge myself further inside. I practically picked her backside up, spreading her legs around me. My dick spurted pre like crazy, buried inside her with her tail stuck back. I forced her down on me and brought my hips up to slam into her, slapping her against my slick knot. My pet's breaths were in time my thrusts, air caught in her throat every time I stuffed her.

I felt her slippery flesh cling to me, in and out. I heard her whimper, the leash tight. Every part of me, minus my knot, was covered in her heat, squeezing me out of need. I growled, almost barking, holding back the pressure of my orgasm. At that point, I almost hoped that the nearest campers could actually hear us.

Soon, I was using her like a toy. I let her legs grip my hips, and I grabbed her sides. I was sliding the vixen onto my dick like a hot, perfectly fitting sleeve. Drips from our rough sex flew outwards as I pounded into her. She yelped, moaned, begged for more, deeper. My knot started to feel neglected, the only part of me not squeezed and kneaded by her tiny pussy.

One of the best--or worst--parts of interspecies rutting was that it didn't really work. But Julia wanted kids someday. I obviously couldn't give them to her, but I always tried my best to knock her up. She usually seemed to like that.

"Ready for pups, bitch?" I asked

She just moaned.

"Huh?" I insisted. I squeezed her ass, holding her against my knot.

"Please, master!"

"Fuck! Good girl."

I let her back legs hit the ground again. Pressing against her, I wrapped my paws around her flanks and brought my head down near hers. My hips did all the work, mating my pet like a wild dog. With the pressure of the leash and collar off of her, she could open her mouth, tongue out, moaning loud. My thrusts were tiny, holding myself in deep, working my knot against her silky cunt lips. Our wet flesh grinded hard, fluids drooling down her belly. Slowly, slap after slap, her canine pussy widened to its limit, making her moan louder and louder. My knot slipped past the outermost of her clamping passage. The lips slipped around me, sucking my engorged bulb in deeper and deeper till my balls slapped against her cunt. She cried out under me in relief and ecstasy. Her labia found its place on the backside of my knot, trapping me in as I only got more swollen inside.

Once I was tied to my bitch, I was well past the point of no return. My cock felt harder and tighter, expanding inside her little walls, till cum sprayed out of me and into my pet. The quick release into her maw earlier was nothing in comparison. I was being drained of everything. It was such a constant tight grip on all sides of me, her vag twitching and pulsing demandingly. Even as I battered my pet's cunt with my seed, she wouldn't relent. It was sensory overload. She accepted the long hard spurts till I had nothing left. I was practically collapsing on top of her, burying her in my fur and filling her with love, wagging my tail and spreading my cum on her walls. Her legs trembled, struggling to hold my weight.

"So warm," she groaned. She could feel me pool deep inside, seeping around until my knot did its job so wonderfully. My canine sperm doing their best to impregnate my needy pet vixen, filled so wide by my dick and knot and cum.

"Enjoy yourself?" I asked. I thrusted shortly, testing the deep tie to my pet.

"Maybe," she admitted.

"Our baby doggies are going to be so cute."

"Baby foxes," she corrected, like she usually did.

"Maybe half the litter fox, half dog?" I said. "We'll split it."

"Half sounds good," she said, tensing herself against me. I whimpered happily.

We grinded out our last bits of pleasure, making sure Julia had everything left in my balls. I took off the rope from her forelegs, letting her stand up and stretch. I had to work us under a beach towel for the pullout, then we spent some time cleaning up. Most of our sexy adventures on the trip cooled down after all that.

I guess the trip ended up being a learning experience. Julia taught me a lot about how shitty I used to be at compromise. We both wanted to be submissive during sex, so I had to learn to alternate. The leash and petplay stuff seemed to help me with that for a good long while.

That is, until we broke up for unrelated reasons. What? No, I'm not gonna tell you why! That shit's personal.