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This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story, you should be of legal age in your respective country.

All characters are my own creation, any resemblance to existing characters is purely coincidental and not intentional, please do not use them without permission. If you would like to use them in a story, please feel free to send me a PM either as Inja on SoFurry or TheRealInja on FA. As always, I am open to new story ideas or situations with existing characters as well.

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Another "Story in a day" idea...Damn Isiat for putting that in my head. <3 (Please note these stories in a day are usually not edited and polished like my other stuff, so I apologize in advance if they're rough. It's just a sort of challenge I am enjoying doing for myself lately. What you're reading is what usually passes for my initial rough drafts.)

Foreword: I blame all the foxes in Isiat's discord for this idea, you brought it on yourselves. You know whom you are :P

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Sir Percival stumbled into the strange tavern, his tired gaze looking around for someone to assist him. The collection of timid looking townsfolk stared wide eyed at the large white and grey dappled war horse still clad in his heavy armor. Armor which still bore the blood and signs of war, dents in the breastplate from a direct blow from a mace, three vicious black arrows in the left shoulder and even a dagger stuck out his right side. Yet none of that seemed to slow the knight down as he approached the innkeeper and leveled a stoney gaze at the chubby cheeked swine.

"I require a room and an attendant, someone who knows how to draw a bath and tend to my wounds" the large horse demanded, staring down at the old pig while he idly wiped down his counter with a dirty rag.

"Begging yer pardon sir, but you don't strike me as the sort to frequent an establishment such as mine" the pig replied without looking up from his task.

"Today has not been a good day, I beseech you to refrain from trying to play to my good nature. Room and attendant...now" the tired stallion snorted with finality, slamming a small pouch of gold down on the counter hard enough to make more than a few heads turn in his direction.

"Very well, if you insist Sir Knight" The pig replied, picking up the pouch and hefting it before peering up at Sir Percival questioningly. When he was met by that same stoney glare, he knew better than to try correct the large horse. With a sight the old swine shuffled back into the kitchen and the private rooms to speak with someone.

Percival turned around and surveyed the room, there weren't many other patrons in the establishment. Most would not meet his gaze and looked away nervously, though one or two did stare at him, or rather his waist. The knight raised a brow at them questioningly, snorting derisively and shaking his head while idly thumbing at the favor of his promised. The length of white silk was now pink thanks to the blood it had soaked up during his battles, but it still carried the beautiful dragonesses scent. He vaguely suspected some of her magic played a part in that though, she did enjoy playing such tricks on him, making sure he'd never forget her.

"Sir Knight?" A soft voice called out from behind him, causing the large armored horse to turn about with a loud clattering. Standing before Sir Percival was a slender little vixen, her blond hair trimmed short in a pageboy style that somehow suited her surprisingly well. Her dress was worn, but it was obvious it was the best she owned. The gold he'd paid had seemingly been taken as a request for the best servant in the establishment, though with how tired he was, Sir Percival wouldn't have cared if she'd shown up in a dirty potato sack. "I am Len, I will attend you this night. Please follow me upstairs" she spoke softly and calmly, with an odd accent and tone, but one which the horse found agreeable if not enjoyable. He nodded once in reply before following behind the vixen, trying his best not to watch as her hips and behind swayed almost hypnotically.

Sir Percival wasn't sure if she was just teasing him, maybe even inviting him to look, or if that was just how she naturally walked. No matter which option it was though, he'd have better luck slaying a Tarrasque single handedly than tearing his gaze away from her pert behind. As she climbed the steps, her wrinkled pink frilly dress clung to her curves, offering the following horse plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view from behind. Sir Percival had never been so thankful for plated armor before, at least his enjoyment of the sight before him would be held at bay, at least for now.

The horses' ears twitched as he heard the inns patrons chittering below, even some laughter as he followed up the stairs behind the vixen with heavy footfalls. He knew well what such establishments as these offered, especially when a vixen was involved. Again, he looked down at the stained pink favor wrapped about his wrist, remembering the glimmering onyx scales of his love, the curve of her hips and her full bust that even his large hands failed to fully encompass. Even just the slight mischievous curl to her lips and the playful glint in her fiery amber eyes was enough to set his heart aflutter. He couldn't wait to return home to be in her arms, but for now he was too tired to journey any further and required assistance to deal with the ache setting into his muscles.

"Here we are, Sir Knight" she stood aside after opening the door for him, her head bowed and her short blond fringe briefly covering her eyes from view. Her delicate hands were clasped before her at her flat tummy, as she tried to bow accordingly to someone of higher status than her.

"Please stop calling me Sir Knight, my name is Percival. You may call me that" He paused long enough to say before stepping into the room proper. While he was sure it was the most lavish room this establishment had to offer, it was still rather sparse. At least the large bed looked comfortable enough, but right now his eyes settled on the large tub set off in one corner. Surprisingly there appeared to be a pump fitted into the wall, somehow this out of the way, small fry establishment had indoor plumbing?

"Shall I help you remove your armor, Sir...Percival?" Len asked after closing the door softly behind her, standing off to one side of the horse and peering up at him with large deep pools of amber. Percival found himself staring down into those eyes longer than intended, shaking his head and coughing as he snapped himself out of their trance.

"Yes, please" he replied, unbuckling his sword and shield to place them atop the chest at the foot of the bed before assuming the stance and letting the vixen begin working at the straps and buckles holding his armor together. He had to admit, she did an admirable job of helping him out of his armor, he knew he must stink to high heaven from having been in battle for nearly a week straight. Not to mention the gore which still clung to him in place, yet she barely wrinkled her nose as she picked bits of goblin from the joints of his armor before placing the heavy plating aside to be tended to later. Already his tired muscles were starting to feel better with the weight of his plate armor finally being removed.

Next, he would remove his chainmail hauberk, too tired to fiddle with the leather strands binding it closed, Sir Percival just lifted it up over his head as if it were a linen shirt. Absently he handed it over to the vixen waiting with her hands held out to receive the item. He couldn't help but laugh when he dropped the heavy mail into her hands and she stumbled under the weight. It was the first time she'd given him any sort of expression as she briefly glared up at him. She was dedicated to her craft however, still she would not say a word as she struggled to carry the chainmail over to a waiting bucket beside the bedroom door her hadn't noticed on entering.

As Len wrestled his hauberk into the tub, Sir Percival began removing his gambeson, his iron shod hooves clacking heavily against the wooden floor as he joined the vixen at the tub, dropping the padded doublet atop the sullied chainmail vest. He smiled apologetically down at the vixen as he dropped the next item into the tub beside her, thankfully she smiled back briefly as well, letting him know she wasn't too upset by his laughter.

"Do you wish to bathe?" Len asked, nodding over at the large tub beneath the curious pump positioned on the wall above it.

"I might be tough, but I have no desire to bath in cold water" the horse replied as he turned to follow her gaze.

"Worry not, Percival. It's warm water, from a hot spring beneath this building" Len replied, this time she laughed at him. The vixen sashayed her way over to the tub, watching his expression as she began to work the lever and sure enough, hot water began to fill the tub. Percival made his way over to the tub and reached out his hand to test for himself, his ears perking and brows raising, the water was indeed hot as if it'd been warmed by a large fire. "Unless you plan on bathing in your underclothes, you best strip and I will fill the tub for you" Len offered with a little musical laugh.

Sir Percival nodded dumbly as he removed the last remaining garments, a simple brown linen shirt and trousers from about his waist. He could feel Len watching as he exposed himself completely, his body marked by dozens of scars from various battles. His muscles flexing and bulging as he moved to remove his clothing, but most notably he noticed the way she bit her bottom lip when his thick and heavy sheath was exposed.

The vixen couldn't help herself but stare as she spotted the large equines sheath, he was the biggest patron she'd ever encountered, in more ways than one. The way the soft leathery pouch containing the knight's manhood swayed almost hypnotically every time he moved, just above a pair of large matt black orbs that she knew would fill her palms, they'd probably fill a lot more than that if the horse really wanted to.

Sir Percival climbed into the large wooden tub with a fair bit of clatter from his iron shoes nailed into his hooves, sloshing the water about as he turned to sit with his back at the opposite end of the tub from the pump. With his knees either side of the tub and his arms lifted at the edges, Len was treated to direct view of his crotch as she worked the pump. Her brows raising when the horses sheath began to plump a little, causing her lips to curl into a slight playful grin.

Sir Percival couldn't help but feel an excited tingle at his crotch as he watched the vixen work the pump, the way her soft hands were almost caressing the handle as if it were a member. Even the way she was staring at him as she did it, as if she were imagining it were his manhood she was working, unfortunately Percival found it only too easy to imagine the same thing. It had been months since he'd last laid with his promised, with the almost constant fighting against the goblin hordes he hadn't had much time to look after his needs either. Subsequently he already felt the churning need begin to build within his heavy sack, soon his length began to slip free and slide out across his belly. Thankfully the water was rising fast and soon it obscured the view of his member from his attendant.

Len turned about and reached up into a small shelf above the tub, picking out a few different bottles before turning back to face the horse whom was watching her curiously. Without an explanation, she opened the bottles one by one and began pouring seemingly measured amounts of each into the water. The first caused his wounds to sting briefly, but the pain passed quickly and turned into a comforting numbness. Clearly it was some sort of healing agent, already he was feeling better than he had in a long while. Next was a pale purple concoction that smelled of lavender, as she poured a double dose into his tub, Percival felt his aches and stiffness melt away, what ever that potion was, he needed to buy some for himself. Lastly was a faintly soapy scented pearlescent white bottle, which Len upended and poured nearly half the contents into the water.

Percival giggled as it felt like he was being tickled, the more he squirmed and moved in the water, the more bubbles began to appear and cover the surface of the water. He'd heard of bubble baths before, but he never thought he'd ever be in one, it was absolutely delightful!

Len smiled as she watched the large battle-hardened knights tare in awe at the glimmering and shimmering bubbles covering him and his bath. Hands which had no doubt taken dozens if not hundreds of lives now gently touched and brushed through the mountains of bubbles in amazement. "Shall I assist with cleaning you, Percival?" the vixen asked gently, not really wanting to shatter the knights first experience with bubbles.

Percival was far too distracted by the unique experience to answer, simply nodding his head dumbly as he collected a handful of bubbles before his lips and gently blew them away. It was a most magical experience, watching as they floated almost weightless in the air before him. The moment was only made better when soft, skilled hands began to brush and clean him beneath the bubbles. He could tell Len was trying to gently massage him as well, which he appreciated. He had never been so relaxed before, sinking a little lower into the water, Percival rested his head against the rim of the tub and closed his eyes to enjoy the lavish attention.

Len gently but firmly washed the large horse, from his hooves up to his calves before moving to his shoulders and down over his chiseled chest, along his broad shoulders to down along his strong arms. She even gently washed along his neck and face, smiling as Percival lifted his chin to let her wash his neck trustingly. He didn't know her, so to give her access to such a vulnerable spot was a good sign he was truly relaxed. Her fingers were soft but firm, enough to make the large man groan with pleasure as she massaged his ears one by one before washing the much from his long mane. She could only imagine the things the knight had seen, judging by all the scars and marks she felt along his form. There were barely more than a couple inches on him that didn't have some sort of mark or injury, she honestly didn't know how he was still able to fight, let alone move!

Percival was so relaxed that he even began to drift off, hearing his beloved voice as she called him to bed. She always had cast such a fetching image, her dark scales amidst the pure white of her silken sheets. The thin material doing little to mask that alluring dip of her waist, leading to those curvy breedable hips. She was tall for a woman, but he enjoyed that. She was the only woman he'd ever met whom could take him fully, she was no slouch in bed either. She was not afraid to pin the large horse down and ride him until he begged for mercy. Even enemies with hot irons and hooked instruments had not been able to do that, yet his love managed to do so with naught but the silken vice of her womanhood. Damn that dragoness....

Len watched as Percival drifted off to sleep, his dreams must've been sweet as he began to smile and mumble sweet nothings to someone. As the vixen brushed her hands along his form, down over his chest and belly, her fingers bumped against something hard which had not been there before. Curiously she touched along the rim of a broad object, when Percival groaned and shifted in the tub, she knew what it was. She'd never seen someone as big as him, especially not in this state. Her curiosity got the better of her as she began to explore his stiffness beneath all the bubbles. Slender fingers traced down along his length, her brows raising as his cock continued well beyond any other she had experienced thus far in her life. Eventually however, her fingers alighted upon those large orbs she'd spotted earlier, sure enough as she palmed at them, she found she could barely fit one in her palm.

Percival's dream jumped ahead, his beloved was beneath the covers and caressing his eagerness for her. His rod stiffer and less flexible than ever the blade of his sword as the sultry dragoness caressed his ebony rod and his large cum laden balls. She always knew how to handle him, just as she had dozens of times before, he would soon begin to squirm and lightly buck into her touch, thick sticky drops of his precum forming at the little cumslit at the near center of his flare. Percival groaned when her slick tongue grazed across his needy flesh, swiping away that drop greedily. The more she kissed and licked along his flesh, the more of his salty precum he'd produce. It was a vicious cycle, she kept licking and kissing those sticky drops away while stroking at his cock and toying with his balls, which kept him making more for her. Eventually she'd try take him into her warm suckling maw again, but she never could manage more than an inch or two beyond his large flare. He didn't mind though, that was always enough to make him cum. With how pent up he was and how she was jacking his thick, throbbing cock, he wouldn't last anyway. Soon Percival was snorting and grunting as he resisted the urge to try buck deeper into his beloved's maw, even though he desperately wanted nothing more in the world right then. With a final loud snort and whinny, his large dark orbs ascended up tight against his scrotum, jumping and twitching with thick hot torrents of his pent-up seed, right into his beloved's waiting maw.

Len balked as the horse began to fire off without warning, unable to pull her lips from his cocktip fast enough, she was forced to swallow the first shot or two of his seed. The vixen yelped and panted for breath once she managed to get her lips off his flesh, watching in awe as his thick seed arched high into the air and splashed down into the bubbles harmlessly. Her soft hands continued to caress the horses turgid prick as he covered her fingers and forearms with his essence. A small cough caught her attention, slowly she turned her head to find Percival was starting straight at her, now wide awake.

"What services did my pouch of gold cover, exactly?" The panting horse asked with bemusement, his hips still twitching and jerking as Len hadn't stopped stroking him, even as his climax began to subside, making him extra sensitive.

"Full service, Sir K...Percival" Len replied honestly, while her stroking didn't stop, she did at least slow down a little, making it somewhat easier for the horse to concentrate and think straight.

"Full service..." He asked pointedly as he reached down and behind the vixen to palm at her behind questioningly. He loved the dragoness for sure, but he had needs which needed tending right now. Len was an attractive little thing and she certainly seemed willing and probably was skilled enough to help him alleviate his pent-up need.

"Yes" She replied with a demure blush and smile, nodding and wiggling her shapely behind back into his grip. "Though I think for me to best apply my uh...skills, you would need to lay down for me?" the vixen asked hopefully.

Like a monolith appearing out of thick fog, Percival rose from the bubbles and nodded. His heavy hooves thunking against the wooden floor as he stepped out of the tub before stepping toward the bed.

"Wait...wait!" Len yelped and quickly grabbed him by the wrist before he could lay down. With a grin on her soft lips, she grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned her face of his seed before she began to dry him off. Most of him at any rate, she made sure to avoid his still rock-hard cock as it stood out perpendicular to his muscled belly. "Can't have you soaking the bed...at least not before we're done," she teased. Curiously the vixen dried every inch of him, even between his firm buttocks and his balls, but just not his cock. When she saw the curious look on his face, she reached out to grasp his length and glide her paw along it. She didn't need to say a word, he felt how slick and smooth the sensation felt, almost like his length was lubricated. "Now, Percival...please lay down for me," she nodded over at the bed.

The large horse climbed into the bed, cautiously once he heard it groan under his weight. Carefully, he rolled onto his back and lay with his arms behind his head, while grinning down past the spire of his thick cock at the vixen standing patiently at the foot of the bed. His member pulsed and throbbed with desire, another slick thick drop of sticky precum formed at his tip, only this time it was rubbed into his flesh to aid with the slickness as Len climbed onto the bed beside him. With a demure smile, she shifted about to straddle him, facing his hooves. Percival had to admit, it was quite an exciting sight and feeling having the still clothed vixen rub and grind herself down against him. Her pert buttocks rubbed along his length almost as well as her soft hands had, bringing forth further precum to sully her soft fur. Eventually the vixen rose up a little, her hands reaching beneath her dress as she guided his blunt tip across her left buttock and under her tail. Percival grinned as he waited to see how much that snug little vixen cunt could take of him, but his brows rose when he felt something tighter sink down over his tip.

Len teased and ground down against the horse's trapped member, using his precum to make herself slicker for him. Eventually though, her need matched his and she had to have him inside herself. Lifting the front of her dress, she raised herself up onto her knees as she grasped his thick cock to guide him in. With her eyes clenched shut tight, the vixen bit at her bottom lip to stifle the groan as his broad flare dwarfed her little pucker, having to wriggle and grind down on it before her body relented and finally his flesh popped inside past her little muscled openings and deeper into her slender body. After holding still for a moment, she began to ride him slowly, barely an inch at first, but gradually she began to sink deeper down onto him.

Percival snorted and panted as he watched the small vixen take him under her tail, even his beloved dared not attempt that! Yet, Len seemed to be making a valiant effort of attempting to hilt him. "Gods!" Percival snorted when the vixen eventually managed to get down to his medial ring already, his hands clutching at the bedding either side of him as he fought the growing need to grab Len by the hips and just ram himself in to the base. Percival didn't know how this little vixen was taking so much of his cock, on her first time no less! But goodness was he appreciative of her skill and seemingly cavernous rectum. Considering how Len was taking him under her tail, she was incredibly tight too, almost feeling like she would sheer his cock in twain if she clenched at the wrong moment in time. "H...how?" Percival managed to groan out when the vixen's rump finally met his lap, she had taken him entirely! He'd never thought he'd ever meet someone other than the sultry dragoness whom would ever be able to do that, even his own kind was unable to handle his size.

"I'm a fox" Len turned to smile back at him as she slowly ground her pert behind down against his lap, her soft hands reaching lower to cup and fondle at his large orbs. Every squeeze and caress she gave to his sack resulted in a thick spurt of his precum deep within her.

"You mean vixen..." Percival corrected her, thinking she did not know the correct terminology for her own species. It was a dire indictment of the state of education in their kingdom he supposed.

"No...I'm a fox" Len persisted with an amused musical laugh.

"What?" Percival asked between groans, raising his head to peer down at the vixen clenching and squeezing so wonderfully about his cock. Thinking, or perhaps hoping that surely, she must be joking.

"Ugh, men never do think straight when they're balls deep in me...here...see?" Len turned about, without lifting off of Percival's cock. Sitting straddling the horse, now facing him, she lifted the front of her skirt. Sure enough, between Lens thighs was a rather sizeable red tapered cock, standing tall and dripping with his own arousal.

Percival went pale beneath his dappled white and silver coat as he stared at the fox's own throbbing cock. He'd never felt even a slight inclination toward other men, yet here he was, balls deep in a fox he'd only met a short while ago. Suddenly the pageboy haircut made a lot more sense, though the dress did not. Then again, Len was a fox with a horse cock up his ass, so perhaps the dress was not that confusing after all. Percival watched the foxes admittedly pretty face screw up into a mask of pleasure as he started to bounce and ride the stunned horse's achingly hard prick. "I...uh...we shouldn't..." the horse began to stammer, but with another of his own climaxes starting to fast approach, thinking was not his strong suit just then.

"Want me to stop?" Len asked with a growing needy pant, his hips starting to bounce and ride the horse faster and faster. His own turgid cock bounced and swayed with his efforts, flinging his sweet scented precum across Percival's belly and chest.

Propriety demanded he cease immediately, but with the glowing white-hot need to cum burning just behind his balls, Percival couldn't bring himself to stop. With a loud snort, he gripped the fox by his hips and began to hammer up into him. Len yelped with every savage thundering thrust, Percival's hips clapping loudly against his cheeks as he raced over the finish line. With another loud whinny, the war horse hit his next peak and came deep inside the slender fox. His large dark orbs once again hiking up tight against his scrotum before beginning to jump and twitch with every spurt of his seed spent uselessly inside the fox's tail hole.

As he felt his belly begin to distend and swell with the sheer volume of seed Sir Percival was unloading inside him, Len couldn't hold back his own climax. Sitting upright and leaning back a little while he ground down onto the throbbing and pulsing cock, his own began to jump and jerk while his sweet-scented seed burst forth. Percival felt the warm splashes across his belly and chest, even a little landed across his snout and filled his senses with Len's curious scent.

Once their climaxes began to subside, Percival managed to wrangle back control of his faculties. He stared down at the fox still impaled on his rigid member, a million different thoughts swirled and rampaged through his mind as he contemplated what had just occurred. "How much longer will you be attending me?" he eventually asked.

"Until the morning...if you wish," Len replied with some uncertainty, not sure of how the horse was going to handle the situation now that he'd emptied his balls and was thinking clearly again.

"Good..." Percival snorted before grabbing the fox about the hips and rolling him over onto his back. The large horse snorted down at the startled fox staring back up at him as Percival almost folded him in half without unsheathing his "sword" from its new scabbard. "Let's see how you like getting seed in the face" the horse laughed and began to withdraw his length slowly. The fox's eyes rolled into the back of his head as the horse started to fuck him slow and deep with heavy, pendulous thrusts. His hips slapping roughly against his pert buttocks while his heavy balls brushed along the silken underside of his bushy tail. The dress was splayed out around his waist, leaving him bare and vulnerable.

Len yelped and groaned as the knight began to pick up speed, bottoming out in the tight fox hole below, the girth of his member spreading his cheeks lewdly. He swore by the time Sir Percival was done with him, he wouldn't be able to walk, as it felt like the knight had a lot of pent up need to work through. With heavily slitted eyes, Len tried to stare up at the horse now hunched over him, instead he seemed to only be able to focus on his own bouncing and swaying cock as it angled down toward his face threateningly.

Sir Percival was a man of his word, unfortunately for the fox, that word was to make him spill his own seed over his own face this time. With the backs of his thighs gripped in strong hands to keep them lifted and spread, Len couldn't do anything but lay back and provide a nice tight hole for the horse to ram himself into, again and again. Unfortunately, it wouldn't take long for Percival to deliver on his word, with the angle he was stuffing the fox from, along with just how damned thick his cock was, Len felt like Percival was actively trying to grind his prostate into paste. With a demure howl of his own, the fox's cock hanging like the blade above a prisoner's neck slated for execution dropped. Percival grinned as he forced the fox to bend further, sinking his tip between his own lips. It wasn't a position he could've ever achieved on his own, he knew because he'd tried, but with the aid of a large horse he had finally achieved it. The odd sensation of having his cock sucked while sucking a cock was certainly unique, especially when said cock burst not a moment later. Len felt his own seed spill on his tongue, he'd tasted himself before of course, but it was different coming straight from the source. Percival wasn't cruel though, he would relent and lift the fox's hips, drawing his own length from betwixt his lips, if only to let the remainder of Len's climax spatter across his face.

"What're you..." Len panted up at Percival when the horse withdrew himself from under the foxes jumping and twitching orbs before his own climax had taken hold. In response, the fox found himself being rolled onto his belly before the large form of the horse climbed down atop him.

"How much gold would it take to buy your services?" Sir Percival asked while he guided himself back inside, beneath the fox's willingly lifted tail. With a mutual grunt from both horse and fox alike, the knight hilted Len once more as his hips began to undulate and grind against the firm red furred buttocks below. Len smiled and leaned to one side to look back and up at the horse, a hand reaching up to guide his muzzle down into a tender kiss.