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Public Use

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Using the Fox

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Blazing Aurora

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Ember whimpered, the Vulpix wriggling back and forth on the club floor, though it was not as if the thick, plush carpet was at all rough on his paws. He would have stretched his lithe, feminine form out without delay and taken a nap if he had not already had something even more enticing at hand, his body there to be...well...used.

"Mmm, we got a frisky one here tonight, guys!"

The Vulpix shuddered, his curled, red-brown tails flicking up, exposing himself, even though the anthro fox didn't know what was coming and from which direction, not yet. It was all what he wanted, what he'd signed up for, though Ember still didn't quite know what was actually going to happen to him at the club.

The lights were low, paws all over him - males, females, hermaphrodites and more. And he only knew the sex of the later, however they chose to personally identify, as some had their shafts out, tops pulled up to expose heaving bosoms.

Yes...

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Ember panted, turning his head back and forth, but he couldn't keep up with everything. Naked from head to toe, his curvy body was all on show and the fox wouldn't have wanted it any other way with the slow, sensual beat of the music in the background. It was reminiscent of the throbbing thrusts of sex, driving deep, and he whimpered, tipping his head back as someone nibbled on his neck.

"Mm, you are a cute little thing..."

That was a lot for him, his cock hardening, though it was not quite what he wanted at that moment. No, he wanted others inside him, or maybe even his cock inside someone else, though he was more in a position there to be used, rather than to top. That didn't matter, not at all, not to Ember, not as he grunted and whimpered and panted, grinding back into the lap of someone who seemed to be sitting on a sofa.

"Damn, he's a randy little thing, isn't he?"

Yes, yes, he was! That was all Ember wanted to be as a horse fur drew him into a deep kiss, though he didn't know what sex they were and didn't give a flying fuck about it either. All he cared about were those strong, sensual, velvet lips folding over his, kissing him deeply, a broad, fleshy tongue battling his back. There was no question about who was in charge, but the fur on the sofa, some kind of canine, had had enough of his grinding, humping and teasing.

Exactly as Ember wanted...

He was drawn back a little by his hips, bent forward, but Ember moaned more luxuriously than ever into the kiss as the tapered length of a canine dick pressed into his tail hole. There was no lubrication, though he wanted to be used, his paws shooting out to the sides, trying to entice more in. Of course, his hole was in the process of being filled, but that did not stop the horny little Vulpix from groping and teasing, wanting it all, his head swimming with lust. It was exactly why he was there, after all...

"Gawd... I want his mouth. Git over!"

They jostled and huffed and battled for position while those managing the club organised the crowd. There must have only been one free use slut in the club that night, meaning that Ember could get all the attention he wanted. That didn't stop the Pokemon from moaning like a whore, a taller Zebstrika grinding an equine length into his mouth as he was shoved down.

Was that the horse-type that he had been kissing a moment ago? It was hard to say, the club a heaving, trembling mix of horny Pokemorphs and furries, all blending as if their species were the same. Indeed, they were all there at the public use club to get what they wanted, whether it was their rocks off or a little voyeuristic fun. Sex would soon fill the air with a heady, musky scent, the kind of aroma that differed depending on the couplings it came from.

But he couldn't think like that, not as what turned out to be a German Shepherd dog anthro ploughed his backside, drawing him back and forth on his cock as if he was being forced to ride. It was all very willing, however, as he hacked and gagged on the Zebstrika's long, thick shaft driving down his throat, glancing up through a haze of lust to see that they had breasts too, the scent of their arousal between their thighs betraying them as a hermaphrodite. Not that anyone there was trying to hide it...

It was hot, so hot, impaled from both ends, tossed between them like a toy, a little fuck toy. He could not keep on stealing gropes of those around him when he was forced to grab onto the horse-type Pokemon anthro before him for stability. He didn't want to go headfirst to the base of their prick, after all, even if they had a tight sheath strained around the base of their cock. It was to be savoured, to be enjoyed, to be -

"Mmmph!"

"Get all the way down, slut!"

Oh, yes! Ember's eyes practically rolled back into his skull as he was forced to take the entirety of that thick shaft in one go, the bulge in his throat showing how far down it had gone. The Vulpix's cock was harder than ever, throbbing and pulsing with small drips of pre-cum, but he wouldn't have changed anything even as he struggled to breathe. It was right, perfectly so, his tail hole aching, squeezing around it, wanting more.

Anything they wanted to do to him...they could. Only, that time, Ember thought with a wry wriggle that he wasn't going to get much teasing in. Everyone wanted him and his body too much already! Sometimes that wasn't a bad thing...

He whimpered, yet the slamming, demanding, unforgiving thrusts from both ends sent him down, revelling in restrained pleasure. He couldn't have gotten out of the space between them if he'd tried, not until the dog snarled and pulled him back, squeezing his own paw around his knot so that it did not swell inside his tail hole. That was bad form for a free use club, after all, when there were so many others there who all wanted a turn with him, all wanting to see exactly what it was that he could do.

Cream flooded his backside, even though Ember had not reached his high yet, not feeling present in reality or as if his hind paws were even touching the floor. As the Zebstrika rammed into his throat, expelling their load with a whinny that cut through the music, he pushed up onto his toes, a cock slopping from his tail hole to show the stretch of it, how the thick, drooling mess of a cream-pie was left in its wake.

Fuck, it was hot, so hot that he couldn't do a damn thing as he was passed to someone else, panting for air when that cock finally slid out of his throat. Yet being pinned onto a dragon with a grin stretching his lips (maybe he was a hybrid between a Pokemorph and a fur, with his red and green colouring, it was hard to tell sometimes) was exactly what the slutty femboy fox needed.

"Round two, darling?"

The dragon licked his lips as Ember put his arms back behind his head. A flirtatious grin tugged at his lips, but before he could even get a single word out the dragon pulled him down, impaling him on a thick length of meat.

"Ohhhhh!"

That was too much for the Vulpix, thrusting and grinding, riding the dragon for all he was worth, spending his own orgasm too quickly over his stomach and the dragon's. He couldn't hold it back and, in the club, he didn't need to - as long as he understood that his body was going to be used anyway, just as he'd agreed. It was nice to be pushed past that "limit", which was not really a limit, the sensitivity that would have stopped him from enjoying himself otherwise. He wanted to go that far, to lose that sensitivity, to be passed around even as the dragon grabbed his hips, dragging him up and down solely so that he could set the pace that he wanted to.

"Mmm..."

Ember's eyes fluttered closed, not even able to get his paws on anyone else, but the sensual rocking of his body was more than enough for the others to crowd in, grunting and clustering.

"Fuck, I want his mouth..."

"Move over, boy, I'm calling dibs!"

He didn't know who mounted his muzzle that time, but it was a female, her pussy pressed to his lips as he eagerly lapped. A cock thrust into his paw and, not caring who it belonged to, he jacked them off just as readily, moaning into the pussy he was eating out. It might have been too much for one fox to take in all by themselves, but he had to enjoy it all, take it all, grunting, whimpering, curling his tongue up deeply inside the lady riding his muzzle like a sex toy.

All for their pleasure, he thought hazily, feminine arousal clinging to his muzzle. That was all that mattered.

Her honey was sweet, so sweet, yet it would not be the only thing that he reeked of in the hours after the event to come, not as he was passed around for others to make use of too. She grabbed his ears and ground her hips against his muzzle, riding it for all she was worth, those around Ember losing control. There, with everything allowed, there was no control to be had, only the power that others held over him, taking him, using him, though it was all he craved.

She climaxed on his muzzle before the dragon under him exploded, yet that would have to come too as another cock, the one that had been in his paw, was yanked free, jacking off on his face. Spurts of seed hit the side of his cheek, which was exposed behind the soft swell of the lady's thigh, though he curled his tongue around her clit and lapped her through her climax with a needy murmur of thanks.

The dragon ejaculated in his backside, dragging Ember's hips down forcibly. Too many there were frustrated, snarling, whimpering, grunting, wanting him even more from the incredibly sexual show he'd put on, every twitch and grind of his body oozing sensuality. He didn't have to actively think about teasing them to draw them into his grasp, a femboy who understood the power that allowed him. It might have been freely given but, at a time like that, who wouldn't have done so?

One after the other, three at once, four at once... Ember lost track, his later memories of the night deliriously and deliciously hazy. Yet what the Vulpix did know was that everything there was as he wanted it to be, something that would keep him warm on any lonely nights that came to pass - though why would a sweet little thing like him ever go lonely? Even though he might have liked to be on top too a little more often...

The last thing he remembered before management at the club bundled him up to sleep off his sexual lust for the night, on the edge of consciousness, was being covered in cum and the sweetness of feminine arousal, pinned to the floor while a hermaphrodite Lycanroc rode him, her head thrown back, howling. Her cries of pleasure echoed around the room, even over the music, as she rode him to climax, her cock bouncing the whole while, everything coming to a perfect head as his chest heaved at the end of the night.

Ember's grin stretched from ear to ear, vision hazy, blurring, eyelids lowering. He needed rest, but one thought remained.

What a great night!

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And he'd do it all over again as soon as they wanted him back at the public use club!

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