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Frank stood in the shower letting the water spray all over his red, white and black head, his pointed vulpine ears flattening back as the warmth seeped into his fur, relaxing him all over.

It was a full three days since The Ordeal, and he'd come to terms with the new reality of the portal device somehow permanently attached to his rear. The first time he had gone to the toilet, he held the toy upside-down over the sink, expecting the worst, but as the grey wolf from the testing company had been at pains to point out, fluids only flow in one direction and so generally speaking the device didn't impede his day in any real way.

He glanced over at the sealed toy, sitting innocuously on the bathroom sink. It wasn't so bad, after all that, maybe he could just ride this out these next few weeks, take his payment and then just bow out of the whole programme altogether. Yeah, that might be the easiest thing to do.

He reached over and lifted it up off the sink. Its lightness belied the indelible connection that had been made to his fluffy white and pink tush. Reading through the notes, it seemed as though there was some kind of space-time distortion which allowed things to go into the toy and enter directly into the fox's rear, no matter where he was. This all happened in an apparently entirely safe, perfectly understandable boring science way and not an apocalyptic the whole universe disappears up his ass kind of way.

He sighed again, holding the device with one charcoal paw. Sitting there in his paw it didn't seem so bad, so scary. He opened the lid and felt the now familiar rush of cold under his tail, not entirely unpleasant. He supposed that at least this would be a convenient way to clean downstairs. He experimentally ran the toy under the shower head and gasped as the droplets pelted up onto his sensitive ass then reversed direction, running copiously down his legs into the drain.

He gave a little shiver and the fur on his tail poofed out. That was nice. Emboldened by this sensation, he turned up the pressure and blasted the tepid water all over his delicate exposed rear through the toy, he gasped with satisfaction as the water washed over his sensitive bits.

For the first time ever, he ventured to peer into the top of the toy. In the lighting of the bathroom his very own anus winked back up at him, pink and relaxed by the warm water, soft white fur ringed the edge of the toy as if by design. It looked quite pretty, all things considered.

He sniffed. Clean, kind of nice. He always liked his own smell. Frank turned off the water and gingerly set the device to one side while he towelled himself dry. One of the benefits of living alone is he didn't really need to worry about someone bursting in to use the bathroom or complaining that he was using too much water.

Red and white fur all damp and clumped together, he picked the toy back up and made his way back to his bedroom. The claws on his foot paws clinked quietly against the wooden floor in the passageway. Toy tucked away under one arm, the breeze playing pleasantly between his legs.

He plopped his damp form down on the bed and picked up the toy again, holding it to the light. His ass was pressed flush right up against the opening of the device. So vulnerable and exposed. You could do anything to it if you wanted.

He ran a finger over the edge of the toy and shuddered at the intimate feel of his own finger against his rear.

"Well, at least this might make sex toys easier to use?" he mused to no one in particular.

And then a very odd thought occurred to him. He immediately sat the toy on the night-stand and shuddered.

No, that was off limits, who would even do that?

Unless...

He picked up the toy again, looking intently at his puckered anus. It did actually look quite inviting, and if he thought about it like a toy and not part of him, then.

He took a deep breath and pulled the toy up to his muzzle, giving his anus an exploratory lick. Electricity coursed through his entire body sending a thrill of excitement directly from his tail hole through his spine and up to behind his ears.

"Mmmmmm" he moaned and instinctively went deeper.

He lay there, mesmerised, burying his tongue and muzzle deeper and deeper inside his own ass, moaning as he found the sensitive bit and then drove at it over and over and over again with his tongue, he pulled back panting, the bed underneath him was slick with his saliva and his sheath was building painfully between his legs.

He knew exactly what happened next.

"No"

He put the device back down on the nightstand and tried to rub one out on the bed, he closed his eyes but all he could see was that pretty pink pucker.

"Fuck"

He picked it back up and felt a thrill of excitement. Why not?

"No law against it" he whispered to himself.

Reflexively and without really thinking about it too hard he lowered the toy down onto his own rock hard cock. He pressed it gently up against his pucker. His breath caught in his throat at the feel of the slick firmness under his tail.

Was this too much? No, he would be gentle, far more gentle than that oaf in the laboratory. He smiled a little at the thought though. The older wolf had been very complimentary. Maybe his ass was really that good?

"Only one way to find out" he said to no one in particular.

After a few dozen careful squirts of lube and a bunch of conversations with himself which went something like "It's just a toy, you have plenty of toys like this, just a toy", he pressed the toy down gently over his cock. His ass gave way compliantly as he pushed the head in gently. He moaned with satisfaction. Yes, he was going to be gentle with himself, he was going to give himself the loving he deserved. His heart skipped a beat at the thought.

And it certainly did start that way, he pulled the toy gently down onto his crotch, admiring how easy it was to do, revelling in the feeling under his tail, he bucked his hips and realised that because the portal was affixed to his ass directly, he could thrust with a lot of control and hit exactly the spot he wanted.

He lingered for about 5 minutes, exploring himself with himself, pressing his firm slick shaft inside him, searching for his prostate, finding it and then pushing that button over and over with expert ease.

In the back of his mind he wondered which part of him was the toy and which part... him. Was he stimulating his ass with his cock or stimulating his cock with his ass?

"Why not both" he giggled and thrust a little harder, yelping with surprise and satisfaction at the very definite impact on his sensitive prostate.

He picked up speed, his paws moving rapidly up and down as he pumped the toy against his length, the feeling was irresistible, almost overwhelming. He needed a better angle, something that would feel more real.

Be built a little tower out of pillows and wedged the toy on top of it, he then greedily lowered himself onto it, mounting himself and burying his cock inside himself with a satisfied groan.

From this angle, he could get his hips fully engaged, he humped his soft compliant ass for a solid ten minutes, gradually increasing tempo, force and enthusiasm until he kind of forgot who or what he was fucking.

"Take.. that.. you.. little.. slut." He held the toy down firmly with both paws as he slammed his full weight deep into it - deep into him. His own cock pressing hard up against his prostate, over stimulating him making it a little harder to cum but simultaneously building an impossible desire within him.

"You're..gonna..take..my..kno.." he panted and writhed as he fucked himself hard into the pillows. Eventually, it was all too much, with a cry and a whimper he came hotly into himself, cum shooting copiously down his quivering shaft as it disgorged its contents deep within him.

"Uuuuugh" he moaned and sighed. He thrust hard forward to try force the knot in completely forgetting what the toy was, immediately yelped at the unexpected pain under his tail and dropped it, rolling onto his back on the bed, panting hard, his fur matted with sweat and cum.

He lay there for what seemed like an hour, heart racing, ecstasy giving way to just a little bit of guilt and shame.

===

His phone buzzed at his side.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, Mr. Kensington, it's Kevin here"

"Uh, what?" Frank panted, still disoriented and out of breath. He really should get a glass of water.

"Uh, grey wolf, I installed the device earlier this week, you let me, um, in your."

"Oh, you." Frank's ears flattened.

"Yeah, I'm just following up on your trial, you see, you're the only one in the world with a device like that and we kind of have to make sure we're getting the data we need."

Frank sighed "Give me a break, it's only been a couple days."

"Yeah, I know but", he lowered his voice to a whisper "much as I enjoyed it, my cock doesn't count and quite frankly neither does yours."

"Wait what? How do you...?"

"Well as you know from the paperwork, we get real time telemetry here and, I gotta say, me and the boys thought you did an amazing job, but, uh, it doesn't really count as a real encounter, if that makes sense."

"Just give me a break, I'll make it up before the weekend, OK."

"Yeah, OK, OK, I don't mean to rush you, but we need like five data points a minimum each week, you know."

"Yeah, fine, don't worry, I'll handle it, sheesh"

"Yeah, OK, good luck and Mr. Kensington. May I call you Frank?"

"Yeah, please"

"It may not count but that was really hot If you're not doing anything this weekend I..."

"Bye Kevin"

"Oh, right, ok then bye."

Frank woke slowly to the sound of his alarm. The dream faded slowly. In the dream he had been making love to a really hot guy: suave, kind, sexy, only to find that when he turned to cuddle them the other guy was... himself.

He turned over to see the portal sex toy sitting innocuously on the night-stand. Not so much of a dream, more of a waking nightmare. He thought back to his antics last night, the feel if the toy as it enveloped his rock hard shaft, the feel of his own cock entering his body. The breathless arousal of the sensation as his knot threatened to burst its way through his...

He got up and had a cold shower, the shock steading him for the day ahead. He secreted the accursed toy high up in his cupboard and tried to put it out of his mind.

It was a relatively productive day at university. Two lab sessions in the morning, a big gap for study and then the long ordeal of a two-hour statistics lecture I the afternoon.

He sat there in the middle row, trying hard to concentrate on the statistics, drawing doodles in the margin of the textbook.

Inevitably, as if drawn by some magnetic force, his thoughts drifted to the toy hidden in his cupboard.

It wasn't really immoral was it? I mean, more like masturbation than anything, or autofellatio. Auto... he furrowed his brow to try think of what the word might be. Maybe it would be OK if he had another play tonight. He felt his sheath stir. Just a little, just for maybe 5 or 10 minutes, just so he could get to sleep, yeah. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the feeling of cock in his ass and besides, this wasn't hurting anyone. He thought briefly about the ache between his legs. Except maybe himself.

He was more than a little excited when he finally got home later that evening, he rushed to the cupboard and grabbed at the toy.

Gone.

His expectant erection receded immediately and his heart jumped into his throat.

"No!"

He hunted through his messy apartment, upending every bit of clothing or bedding on the floor.

"No, no, no, no!"

He'd been robbed! And what would happen when the robbers found out what the thing in their possession could do? He shuddered. Only one thing to do.

His paws shook as he thumbed the number for the testing facility.

"Pocket fox co, how may I help?"

Frank paused a moment.

"What?"

"Oh, it's you, Mr Ke.. Frank!" the voice on the other side sounded practically excited to hear from him. "Hey, it's great to hear back from you, how are you finding things, do you need any help from us?"

"Pocket fox?"

"Oh, yeah, we've been spit-balling product names and since well, there's only one device in existence and it's attached to a fox, we thought the name would be kind of fun you, know, kind of a play on words..."

"Please, could you just listen for a minute."

"Of course, anything!"

"I... I think I lost the device, I.. I'm really scared someone might have stolen it!"

"Really? Well, that seems quite impossible, did you check the app?"

"App?"

"Yes, of course the app. I emailed you your account details after your device application: you just enter those details and you can track the device via its GPS."

"OMG thank you."

"Sure, hey.. " *click*

Frank unceremoniously hung up on Ed or Andy or Kevin or whomever the grey wolf was and quickly installed the app on his phone. He activated the tracking mode and watched breathlessly as the map zoomed in.

"...Corey what the fuck?"