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Simon let out a breath as he sat on a wide couch with his friends, the deep thrum of pop music faint on the edge of the bar. All told, it was a quiet night for a Friday, but still enough people to make him nervous.

"Hey," Jen leaned over to him, the snake's tongue flicking as she spoke, "Mira and I are gonna go talk to some girls on the balcony. If you want to come, we can see if they know any of the guys here."

He wove his fingers together. "Maybe in a little bit, I'm gonna take a breather here for now."

"Alright, but promise you'll try talking to someone, yeah?" She patted his shoulder supportively, and she and Mira snuck up the balcony stairs.

Simon huffed and gazed at the people at the bar. A tall, toned cougar with a shirt so thin that his nipples were clear even across the room, a hefty bearded vulture who seemed to have an imposing-looking bear wrapped around his finger, a slender hummingbird draping his body against a wall. They all caught his eye and sent his heart off at a gallop. Even if he wasn't suddenly hard, he wouldn't have been able to get himself to stand up and go over to any of them. What if they didn't like the way he walked? What if he was annoying, or they could tell he wasn't experienced in dating? What if he... well, it wasn't really any one thing, he could come up with an endless sea of reasons to worry.

But he could at least look. For him, going to a gay bar was like visiting a museum, even if he wanted it to be more like finger-painting. It didn't help that he couldn't quite afford to go around buying people drinks, so how else was he to introduce himself?

So the fox nestled into the couch and tried to not get caught staring. Eventually, though, his gaze focused on one man in particular. He was a bull, bristly light-brown fur turning to gray on the edges, long pointed horns with the occasional pit and chip in them. His body was heavy with muscle and rounded out with thin cushions of fat, making him easily the meatiest guy in here. He walked slowly, and each stride seemed to involve the moving of his whole form. It was entrancing to watch, and Simon leaned forward, olive eyes shining as they took in the truckload of beef. The bull's jeans clung to a big, curvy backside, with his tufted tail swaying gently back and forth as his head shifted ponderously from person to person.

By now, most of the men at the bar had found someone to chat up, but Simon was so focused on getting a good eyeful, he almost didn't notice when the bull looked back at him. His breath caught and he briefly worried if he'd be mad, but the bull approached him with a slight, eager smile. As big as his butt was, the bulge in the front of his pants made Simon's toes curl even more. He tried to say something as the bull reached his little table, but only a faint almost-whine came out.

"This seat open?" The bull's voice, gruff and gravelly, curled around Simon's head, leaving him only capable of nodding. This big man grunted and set his weight down beside Simon, taking up most of the couch on his own. "What's a cute boy like you doing all alone over here?" His gray eyes flicked over Simon's body.

Simon blushed terribly under his fur; his shirt was tight enough to show the shape and curves of his small belly and soft chest, even going so far as the love handles just about forming on his sides. "I get nervous, I guess," he mumbled.

"Well, good news for me." The bull leaned in with a conspiratorial grin. "I bet that cougar would have plucked you right up if you'd been at the bar." He looked into Simon's eyes. "Do you like bulls, cutie?"

Simon nodded dumbly. The bull's broad, bovine head loomed over him, as he draped his arm on the couch, behind Simon's shoulders.

"You're new in town, aren't you?" He reached out a hand and put it delicately on Simon's arm, before stroking his warm orange fur. "Bet I'd remember a man with such a vibrant hide." He reached further back, still moving at a slow, gentle pace, and pinched the base of Simon's tail. "I certainly haven't seen this pretty thing inviting me over for a feel."

"I moved in with my friend a week ago." Simon could hear the breath in his throat, as it gave away just how excited he was. His fur stood on end, and he managed a little nervous laugh. "Haven't even found a job yet..."

"Well in that case, how about I buy you a drink?"

Simon nodded. "Yeah, okay."

The bull returned with a tall, sweet, fruity cocktail that must have cost an arm and a leg. Simon smiled as he sipped it. "Thanks. Um, my name's Simon."

"Glad you like it, Simon." The bull rested his chin on a fist and gazed at him longingly. "Gustav. May I pet you?"

"Sure!" Simon answered before his nerves could get the better of his horniness.

Gustav put a hand on the side of Simon's neck. His fingers were thick and hard as they reached through his fur. He stroked downward, slipping his thumb against the fox's Adam's apple, tracing its shape, and down to his sternum. Gustav caressed his breast. He found Simon's nipple and sent a shiver through him. "There there, good boy," Gustav whispered, and went further down, to press against his flank and dance over his ribs. He landed on Simon's hip, one finger barely slipping into the waistband of his pants. "You'd be fun to play with."

Simon put his hand tentatively on Gustav's arm, finding his skin tough and warm beneath the fur. "You must be really strong."

"I could show you," Gustav reached into his pocket and found a pen. He started scribbling on a napkin. "I know you came here with your friends. But once your night out is done, I'd love your company. My bed's easily big enough to add a little fox."

"Your bed..." Simon repeated, wide-eyed and breathless.

"I promise bulls can be gentle. Just give me a call if you feel adventurous." Gustav got to his feet, but reached down as he stepped away and stroked the bottom of Simon's snout, drawing him to watch as the bull took his slow steps out of the bar.

A few moments later, Jan slipped back to her place on the couch with a big smile on her face. "Well, I struck out. But you seemed to find yourself some real daddy material, huh?"

Simon chuckled. "Shut up... I mean, kinda. Yeah. He wants me to call him and come over later tonight."

"Go get a taste of beef!" Jan punched him playfully in the arm.

Simon's head was still torn between worry and desire. "I don't even know the guy."

"Well, look, you text me the address, I'll check in, and if you don't feel good about it I'll go fifty in a twenty-five and come get you," Jan said. "You've been job-hunting all fucking week, you should go have some fun."

He looked at the napkin and folded it up in his pocket. "I guess you're the expert."

"Damn right."

***

Simon sat in his bedroom, legs spread out from his underwear. His dick was hard at the thought of the bull, who had been running through his head for the rest of the night. He reached down into his boxers and wrapped his fingers around his shaft, thumb toying with the ridge of his foreskin, already slick. But he paused, biting the bottom of his snout. He didn't just have to think about that graying fur, that big bovine ass, or even the hefty equipment Gustav carried around.

He pulled his hand away and reached for his phone instead, dialing the number with shaky fingers. His ears perked up as a deep, seductive voice answered him.

"You've reached Gustav, how can I help you?"

He was so casual about it, Simon took a second to find his own voice. "Um, this is Simon, from the bar?"

"Little fox! I hope the rest of your night was fun." His excited tone drew Simon in.

"It was. I guess I've been kind of stressed about jobs lately, so... it was good."

"Well, it's a crime that such cute foxies like you have to work at all, but maybe I could help you put all of that away for the night?" Gustav said. "I was very much hoping you'd call."

"So," Simon tapped his toes on the floor. "The offer's still open?"

"Wide open. But I don't want you to have to ride the bus this late; tell me your apartment building and I'll pick you up."

Simon hopped off his chair and immediately started looking for fresh clothes.

The bull pulled up in a shiny silver sports car, looking almost too small for his big body, even with the raised bump in the roof for his horns to sit without scraping the ceiling.

Simon hopped into the passenger seat, which made him seem even smaller. It was clearly made for bovines. "Your car's really pretty."

"I've always been drawn to pretty things." Gustav pulled away from the curb and drove down the quiet streets. "I even started an orchid garden a few years ago. Suppose I like having pretty things under my care." He rubbed the dashboard affectionately and glanced at Simon with the same intent. "You nervous?"

"Sorry, it's um..." Simon curled in on himself, but drew instinctually towards Gustave. "I've never done this kind of thing before."

"With a guy you met today, or with a bull?" Gustav cocked a brow. "Or, with a guy at all?"

"I've gotten close before," Simon mumbled, "just never really committed to it." His eyes fell down to Gustav's crotch, which still had a pronounced outline. "I guess bulls are pretty big, huh?"

Gustav reached over and stroked the side of his face. "Don't worry about it, there are many ways to have sex with another man. To be honest, I only really like to top other big guys. I get more handsy with little foxes like you."

Simon perked up. "Oh, well, I think I can handle that!"

"Excellent."

Gustav pulled slowly into the driveway of a large house, made from dark red brick and surrounded by compact gardens, "I like to pamper my boys before I take them to bed. You want to be spoiled, don't you little fox?" He opened the passenger door for Simon and wrapped the fox in his arm, guiding him inside.

Simon's skin tingled as the older bull held him close to his chest. He followed Gustav into an open-plan living room, separated from the kitchen by only a waist-high counter. The lights inside were a stark contrast to the night, casting warm reflections on the polished countertop.

Gustav stood Simon in front of him and took the lead, unbuttoning his own shirt slowly for the fox. His heavy pecs stretched to fill out his chest, all the way to the bulky shoulders natural to bulls. He stretched, showing off the musculature and thick veins in his arms. Gustav's cologne mingled with his bovine scent, and he ran a hand down his broad middle, scratching at the short fur. His stomach was rounded, but clearly firm with muscle, and Simon couldn't help but stare at his meaty flanks. "Give me a feel," Gustav said, pulling both of Simon's hands onto his sides. His heavy arms held the little fox close, warm and overpowering against his soft frame.

Simon ran his fingers up and down the bull's sides, mapping out the muscles on his back, all the way up to his shoulder blades. His head nestled against Gustav's chest, meaty and soft. His dark nose brushed against Gustav's nipple, and the bull mooed in lust. "Is, um, is your chest sensitive?" Simon asked. He liked to play with his own nipples sometimes.

Gustav petted the back of Simon's head. "Haven't been milked in a while. Want to suck on me, little fox? Let's get a little more undressed first, then I've got a lot to put in your mouth." To punctuate his point, Gustave slipped his big thumb into Simon's snout, pressing down on his tongue and smiling as Simon sucked softly on it. "Take daddy's pants off."

Simon's ears twitched at the thrill of it all, and he fumbled for a few seconds to undo Gustav's thick belt and the button of his jeans. He tugged down until the pants fell easily to Gustav's ankles. Simon's hands rested without thinking on the curve of Gustav's ass, beefier than any other part of him. The fox squeezed his fingers and stared between Gustav's thighs. He still had a pair of white briefs on, but the bull was so large that his erection pulled the elastic away from his crotch, showing the base of his girthy dick, and the pair of orange-sized balls barely contained in the fabric. Simon took a deep breath of Gustav's musk, before noticing that the bull's precum, soaking through the underwear, had gotten on his shirt.

"Sorry there, Simon." Gustav pulled his thumb out of his mouth, earning an involuntary whine from the fox. Simon's eyes drew wide and he blushed under his fur, unable to find his voice. "Don't worry, boy, you're such a cute little thing. Let's get these clothes off you." He pulled off Simon's shirt, and got on a knee to slip his shorts down, nudging him to lift a foot so he could toss them to the side.

Simon took the chance to feel Gustav's horns. They were both thick at the base, hard and pale like ivory. He followed a faint natural ridge in one until he found a slight crack. They both showed wear on the ends. Some bulls preferred to keep their horns shaved down for convenience, but Simon's breath caught at the feeling of these two natural weapons before him. He looked over the crest of Gustav's neck muscles, where they joined his shoulders like rolling hills.

When Gustav stood up, Simon couldn't help but compare himself to the bull looming over him. His head only barely reached Gustav's chest, standing straight up, and the bull's arms were many times bigger than his own. More than anything, Simon's smaller muscles were hidden under his chubby physique, leaving him utterly soft up against this mountain of beef.

Gustav poked a finger into Simon's belly, making an indent like he was made of dough. "I could just crush you, plump thing." He held Simon's snout and leaned his hips closer. The bull's dick, even restrained by his briefs, easily pressed into Simon's belly, while the fox's spire, free enough in his boxers, wasn't even close to touching Gustav. "Your eyes are so big," he said softly. "Why don't you take a seat on the couch, and I'll bring you some treats."

Simon lay back on a wide, luxurious couch, almost too much space for a fox. He texted Jan that all was well, and shifted as Gustav returned from the kitchen with a fancy-looking box. The bull sat down and patted his chest. "Come sit in daddy's lap, let him spoil you."

"O-okay," Simon's voice wavered in a little murmur, "daddy." He sat down, his legs completely contained between Gustav's thighs, the bull's dick hard against Simon's butt.

Gustav mooed deeply, his chest resonating against Simon's head. He began to stroke Simon's chest, ruffling the soft white fur, patting his belly lightly. "Does my little fox like chocolate?"

Simon nodded eagerly. Gustav opened the box from the kitchen, showing off an array of shiny, intricately designed chocolates, with dashes of different colors throughout them. "They're pricey, but I only keep the best for my boys." He lifted the first one to Simon's snout, and brushed it against his lips, pulling it away as Simon tried to take a bite. "What do we say, Simon?"

His mind stumbled for a second, but Gustav's warm body reminded him. "Thank you, daddy."

"Good boy. What do you want?"

"I want you to feed me." He glanced up at Gustav and found the bull's face sweet, but stern. "Please?" he said meekly.

Gustav brought the chocolate back and nudged Simon's mouth open, so he could press it himself against the fox's tongue.

Simon purred as he chewed and found the caramel inside. The chocolate melted on his tongue in a sweet, deep flavor.

"I bet you love sweets, don't you?"

Simon nodded and opened his snout as Gustav brought another to him. A thick creamy filling coated the inside of his mouth. The bull squeezed gently on his jaws, feeling the motion of his chewing.

"You like being taken care of?" Gustav asked.

Simon muffled an answer and nestled closer against the bull, trying to bury himself in Gustav's chest. All his regular worries were long gone from his head.

"That's right, all you have to do is be a good boy for me, and I'll keep you comfy." Gustav trailed a finger down Simon's face, eliciting a little shudder from the fox. He brought a third chocolate to his lips.

When Simon had finished half of the box, Gustav stopped and put the lid back. Simon glanced up at him, uncertain. "Um, what now?" He asked.

Gustav brought his fingers to Simon's snout, each one marked with smudges of melted chocolate. "Now you get a taste of me."

Simon licked Gustav's fingers, sweetness mixing with the natural oil and salt of his skin. He tasted just a little like actual beef, and Simon's nose trailed after his hand when he pulled it away. Simon was feeling more comfortable. "Can I lick you a little more?"

"You can do more than that." Gustav relaxed his shoulders and turned Simon around, until the fox's little belly squeezed against his dense body. He brought Simon's head to his chest. "Go on, little fox."

Simon wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but when he opened his mouth and wrapped the end of his snout around Gustav's nipple, he found it easy to lean in and start to suck. He nibbled softly, lapped with his tongue, and took in the taste of this big man. Precum dripped from Simon's boxers onto Gustav's bulging crotch, and the bull started to slowly grind against him. Simon sighed as the soft sounds of his sucking filled his head.

Gustav gripped Simon's tail, holding tight but careful not to tug too hard. "Just like that, boy. God that feels..." He huffed.

Simon rested his hands on Gustav's chest, as if the bull was a warm bed, and contented himself where he was. He lapped happily on Gustav's skin, when after a minute, a splash of something sweet and creamy hit his tongue. Milk? He made a quiet, questioning noise.

Gustav sighed in pleasure and kept Simon close. "Just what a bull needs. Keep going, Simon." He started to genuinely hump against the fox, even with their underwear still between them. "Gotta keep my boy's belly full."

Simon melted in Gustav's arms, and let the haze of horniness and comfort lull him into the simple motion of sucking more milk into his mouth. He felt the warmth of it trail down his throat and into his stomach, while Gustav's humping sent strings of heat up from Simon's loins throughout his body.

After Simon drank from both sides of Gustav's chest, the bull swept him up in his arms. Both of them were rock hard, twitching with need. "Time for bed."

Gustav carried him into a dimly lit room, with shiny hardwood floors and a massive bed against the wall. The bull laid him down on his back, spreading his soft thighs with a hand. He pulled Simon's underwear off, leaving his dick to drool a line of precum on the blankets beneath him. "Sorry," Simon stammered.

"That's what washing machines are for." Gustav stood at the foot of the bed and slowly removed his briefs. His thick bull meat sprang up eagerly; a large vein pulsed up and down its length, leading to the folds of his loose foreskin, covering the tip even with him fully hard. His balls hung beneath, filling out their furry sack. He moved onto the bed, on his knees in front of Simon. He wrapped a few fingers around Simon's shaft, making him look especially small. "I know just what to do with this."

Gustav spread his legs to lower his hips close to Simon's, and reached two fingers into his own foreskin, spreading the precum inside and stretching it out. He ran his thumb along the ridge of Simon's skin, making the fox shudder, his chest jiggling softly. He tugged down carefully, revealing the warm pink tip of Simon's dick with the excitement of a treasure hunter. He traced a knuckle beneath the head and grinned as Simon's knees trembled. "Ah-" Simon gasped.

"Daddy's got you too excited, huh?" Gustav leaned down until he was on hands and knees, blotting out the light above Simon. He looked into Simon's wide eyes and lowered his hips until his dick brushed against the fox's.

"What, uh," Simon dug his toes into the blanket, trying to take in all of the bull's massive body above him, "what are you doing?"

Gustav reached a hand back to their dicks. "Just trust your daddy." He stretched his foreskin again, a trail of precum stretching between the ridge and his head, and it loomed over Simon's dick like a hungry mouth. He dropped his hips down and swallowed Simon down most of his shaft. Gustav closed his fingers around his foreskin, keeping Simon inside of him. He started to hump, each thrust punctuated with a faint, slick sound.

Simon's breath picked up. Every time his head slipped against Gustav's, a flash of pleasure raced down his legs, tensing his muscles and making him bite his lip to try to hold off.

Gustav grunted above him, picking up speed and wringing his fingers, gently twisting against his and Simon's spires, squeezing against the hard and needy meat. Little trails of precum dribbled down Simon's dick and wetted Gustav's fingers, the smell of fox and bull growing strong in the air. "You feel so good in there," Gustav huffed.

Simon started to buck his hips as well, shutting his eyes and losing himself in the moment. As the heat built between his legs, he opened his mouth to pant. His eyes shot open at the feeling of Gustav's hot breath coursing over his snout. The bull's head wasn't even an inch away from him.

Without a word, Gustav locked snouts with Simon, stuffing his fat bovine tongue into Simon's mouth. Simon could only make a muffled moan at the taste of him, completely unable to move his own tongue, or even his jaws, locked in this deep kiss.

Simon whined deep in his throat, instinctively sucking on Gustav's tongue as the bull pumped their dicks harder together. Finally, on one long thrust, with Gustav's fingers holding tight against him, Simon reached up and grabbed hold of Gustav's thick neck, bracing himself against the hard bull as he came into him. A few dashes of warm fox cum filled Gustav's foreskin, dripping out onto his fingers and Simon's crotch.

Gustav slowed to a stop and pulled his tongue out of Simon's mouth. The fox gasped, just barely keeping hold of Gustav and making small, happy noises with each breath.

"Sensitive boy." Gustav stroked Simon's cheek.

Gustav gave Simon a minute to lay there, catching his breath, nuzzling against the bull's hand as he scratched his snout, tweaked his ears, and played with his lips. "I've never felt something like that before," Simon murmured.

"I have lots of practice," Gustav said. "Glad you're enjoying yourself." He leaned in and rubbed the haft of his horns against Simon's head.

Simon smiled at those big, sharp things being used to comfort him. But he glanced down, to where Gustav's dick was still leaking and twitching over him. "You, um, you haven't gotten to finish yet..."

"Anything you want to try, little fox?"

Simon thought back to his taste. "I could try to suck on you."

Gustav shifted back, letting Simon get up onto his hands and knees, and opening his legs for him. "I might be a little big for you to take much of me."

The bull's dick did seem bigger up close, especially as Simon tried to open his jaws wide enough. Gustav took him by the back of the head. "Here, I'll help you." He pulled Simon forward until the head of his dick was past Simon's lips. "Don't need to hold it all. Just use that tongue, you'll make your daddy happy."

Simon tried to take more of the bull but found it hard to breathe before he even got halfway. So, he licked at Gustav's head, slipping his tongue inside his foreskin; he relished the taste, stronger here than anywhere else, and tried to swallow the bull's precum as it poured out of him. He struggled to keep up.

Gustav let out a soft bellow and brought one of Simon's hands to his balls. "Play with them, just don't be too rough, okay?"

Simon grunted and started to rub. Even one of Gustav's balls was enough to fill Simon's hand; its warmth spread into his palm, and he could practically feel it churning in anticipation. He slurped on Gustav's staff, pulling the skin a little harder each time. Simon even dared to tug gently on the bull's testicles, straining the fuzzy sack that contained them.

Gustav started to hump, and despite how much he stuffed Simon's mouth, the fox didn't slow down. He'd never dreamed of getting to play with a man this big and strong before.

"I'm close," Gustav huffed. He reached down to rub Simon's neck.

Simon took as much of Gustav as he possibly could, his tongue flattening to make room for that much beef, and he held Gustav's balls as they pulled up.

"Moooooo-" Gustav's whole breath left his lungs, as his dick lurched in Simon's mouth. He pumped thick, hot cum into Simon's throat until it spilled down the sides of his snout in long white ropes. His thrusts slowed down, and he let go of Simon's head.

The fox kept his mouth around Gustav's dick for a few more seconds, struggling to swallow the last of his seed, before letting it flop down in front of him. Simon took a few gasping breaths and looked up at Gustav. "Was I good?"

Gustav wiped some of the cum away from his mouth, though he grinned at the amount of it painting Simon from his chest to his belly, all slowly flowing down. "You did such a good job. Now daddy's gonna show you the best part."

"Hm?" Simon wasn't sure how much more he could do, a heavy tiredness coming over him after all the excitement. Before he could actually ask, Gustav rolled onto his side, shifting up to rest his head on the pillows, and beckoning Simon to him.

Simon smiled and shuffled over, lying in front of the bull. Gustav pulled him in, spooning every part of his back.

Gustav played with Simon's body tenderly, pinching and stroking his belly, cupping his chest, and rubbing their thighs together. His broad, muscular arms held Simon tight against him. "I'm glad you came over tonight," he murmured.

"I am too," Simon rubbed his butt against Gustav. "I've never had a guy take care of me like this."

"Do you want to keep doing it?" Gustav asked.

"You mean like coming over?"

"I mean," Gustav ran a finger in little circles on his shoulder, "we can be more serious. Try a few dates, some more nights together, let me show you just how much I can spoil a cute little fox."

"Really?" Simon curled his toes in nervousness but basked in the warmth of this loving bull. His mind was muddled with sleep, but he nodded. "I'd like that."

"Good," Gustav kissed the side of his face. He petted the sleepy fox. "I'll dress you up in soft underwear, I'll feed you all the treats you want, I'll buy you dinner at the nicest restaurants in the city." He nuzzled Simon's neck. "I'll keep you warm."

Simon let out a soft sigh, already slipping into comfortable slumber. "Thanks, daddy."

"And, if you're my good boy, I'll make sure you don't have to work for your rent." Gustav smiled down at Simon's content expression, his shut eyes, his quiet breaths. "You'll be the most pampered fox in the world."