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Rain poured over the Steelcrete roads of the city, the patter of the droplets striking whatever mark they found like an artillery round on a battlefield. The clouds of mist and smog over the city diffused the light of the moons high in the sky, the only rivaling light coming from street lamps and holographic advertisements. But even the omnipresent light overpowering the city could not peirce the back alleys and side paths that littered the area. Down one of the many veins of the city, a lone fox, disheveled and barely dressed, hobbled down the dark alley as if his life were in mortal danger.

For the past few weeks, he had been held captive by a deranged individual, A woman convinced he was their one and only despite his constant protest. In her hands, she forced her whims onto him as if he was a mere plaything. Only by the grace of the universe did the fox get a chance to escape, his captor distracted by setting up recording equipment, wanting to document her process of breaking him for future reference. Taking the chance, the fox dove out of an unsecured window, much to her shock as she tried to scramble after him. It had been hours since his escape, the fox now wet, tired, and lost in an unfamiliar section of the city. His only hope was to find somewhere he could hide out until he could find his bearings again and make his way home.

"B-By the spirits, a f-fucking box will do at this point..." He shivered out as he searched the back alley for a suitable shelter. He was clearly in a sorry state at this point, limping as he peered around the corner leading to the street, another side path crossed off the list. It was there that the fox's heart stopped. Before him stood the heaving, towering form of a Renamon double his size, her red fur and piercing blue eyes immediately recognizable. It almost seemed like steam was pouring out of her, her breath visible as she huffed, her pupils thin like daggers as she looked down on him with an erection that would no doubt make a T-Rex jealous.

"There you are, Dear. Needed some fresh air?" Her voice held an air of knowing malice, well aware that he was attempting to escape. "All you needed to do was ask."

The fox spared a single second staring up at the monster that was Dria, her flesh rod promising never-ending torment for the poor man, before attempting to sprint away.

"Fuck fuck FUCK! How did she find me so quickly?!" His feet pounded the ground, adrenalin dulling all the previous pain from his sore body. But adrenalin alone wouldn't help him if he couldn't find a spot to hide from his former captor. He looked behind as he ran for his life, Dria's eyes glowing terrifyingly in the dark. It might have just been the darkness playing tricks on him, but it seemed as if she wasn't bothering with running after him, as if she knew tha-

WHAM!

The fox fell flat on his ass as he bounced right off a tall metal wall, a dead end in the twisting alleyway of the area. He should have expected this, and should have expected that she knew the area better than him.

"Fuuuuxy~" Her voice called from the entrance, the edges of her silhouette illuminated only by what little light managed to penetrate this far into the darkness, the only other light coming from her seemingly glowing eyes. She had the eyes of a predator, and he was her prey. Back against the wall, the fox could only shrink back as she neared.

"P-Please, Please by the Spirits, J-Just let me go." He pleaded as his ears pinned back. He had no options here, no opportunities of escape, not even able to fight back as she had proven several times before that she could simply overpower him. "I-I just need some time to recuperate, t-then I'll come back, I swear!"

"Dear..." The renamon said as she drew near, her paw suddenly embedding itself into the metal wall behind the fox, the dent larger than his head. "You're a horrible liar, and you know it." With a swiftness only heard about in legends and myths, her paw found its way to the fox's neck, clasping it as she lifted him up. "Now... How should you be punished for this?"

Punished? As if the last weeks with her were not punishment enough?! With kicking feet and panicked breaths, the fox struggled against Dria's strength. He might as well have just been a toy in her hands as she glanced around, looking for a suitable position. And her search bore fruit quickly as her eyes spotted a stack of metal boxes at just the right height for her plans. She gently placed the fox's back over the stack, his head hanging off as her other paw made sure his chest stayed pinned to the boxes.

"I think I know a good punishment now, and it'll be good practice for later as well." That didn't sound good, and it didn't take the fox long to figure out why. Staring him right in the face was Dria's gutpuncher, or more accurately, torso puncher. And given his current position, she was going to attempt to add the title of 'throat swabber' to that massive tower of flesh.

"Y-You can't be serious!" He balked, his hands trying fruitlessly to push away the paw pinning his chest down. "Th-That'll cause permanent damage!"

"Maybe. But I'm sure you can handle it, Dear. Besides..." Her free paw wrenched his maw open as the tip of her tip seated itself inside. "You're being punished, remember?" With that statement made, the fox could feel her start to put the pressure on, his jaw already unsure if it felt like trying to stay in place. His panicked, muffled protest filled the alleyway as he tried to thrash and struggle against her.

"I'm going to die." The thought echoed in his head as her member pushed against his maw, the size of it thicker than his thigh. Every second spent pushing against him was another spent thrashing about, desperately trying to either break her grip or break the box he was pinned against. At least, it was until...

PO-SHUNK!

A sudden pain, the release of pressure, choking gags, and an ungodly slick sound as the renamon above him gasped. Suddenly her bitchmaker went from barely getting a centimeter in to having a good twenty sink in within a second. Of course, the fox was not a fan of such sudden happenstance, his body tensing up as he let out choking gags and grasped at his throat. Dria's knees nearly buckled from under her as she now experienced her tightest fit yet. Her cock throbbed as she finally got her foothold, the fox below her twitching with every pulse of her rod.

"F-Finally... I've been wanting to try this for so long since I found you." She resumed her pushing now, firmly lodged in and slowly stretching her plaything's throat. "I knew you'd be able to take it, Honey."

Whether by luck or some twisted form of fate, the fox was somehow durable enough, minus his jaw, to take her cock without tearing something. This was not of any comfort to him as the renamon reached the thirty centimeter mark, but it was at least something he would note for later... Well, as long as he could remember it after this.

Dira's patience was running thin however, the renamon hunching over her dearest as her hips sank even faster into him. Her hands busied themselves by pulling away the raggedy sweatpants her prize wore, revealing the fox's own cock. It was nothing compared to her seventy centimeter weapon of ass destruction, his own only ten centimeters at most. But she didn't care about that, whatever he had was enough for her.

"Oh Fuxy, I know this is supposed to be a punishment," The fox clearly couldn't respond as she reached fifty centimeters down, his air rapidly running out thirty centimeters ago. "But I think you at least deserve something for taking it so well. Though I'll need you conscious for that, so..." For the first time since the punishment started, Dria pulled out from Fuxy's throat, though only enough so that he could breathe through his nose. But it was something the fox took to greedily, his lungs pulling in so much life-giving airit hurt, even if it was tainted by the renamon's scent.

As the fox's chest heaved under her, Dria positioned herself to take full advantage of their position before diving head first for his unwillingly hard pecker. Fuxy forced a gasp past the still firmly lodged cockmeat in his mouth, the sensation of his own cock suddenly engulfed within a moist, humid, cavernous maw causing his legs to kick on instinct. Dria did not waste any time on sucking his member so hard it felt like his soul would give way, the renamon likely practicing for something like this for a long time. It was only when he was certain he would pass out that she started to thrust again, this time pulling back regularly to keep the fox conscious.

But even with the chances to breathe, how long could the fox remain conscious at this rate? His lungs burned, but that wasn't the only assault on his senses. Every thrust from the renamon brought with it the crashing slam that her wrecking ball of a sack delivered to his skull. And with every slam and thrust, Dria worked her 'lovers' member with fanatical devotion, her tongue lathering the smaller rod until the dam finally burst. Suddenly, the renamon could taste the salty seed the fox had kept from her for so long, and she was immediately addicted.

"Mmmp-Oh Fuxy," His cock was suddenly exposed to the cold air and rain again as her battering ram finally bottomed out, Her sack hitting his face with such force it dented the sheet metal box she placed him on. "I-I think I'm going to blow soon! And I'll make sure you take all of it this time!" Her thrust were much harder now as she lapped and suckle the fox's member, threatening to knock the fox out from the blunt force of her sack alone.

If anyone was near at this point, her moans and the sound of hard THWAPS would be clear, the renamon making no attempt to hide the ravaging of her lover... Even if her 'lover' was hoping for anyone to save him from his psychotic captor. As her thrust threatened to give the fox permanent black eyes, her paw easily replaced her mouth and enveloped his prick completely.

"Yes, YES! I can never last long enough with you to satisfy myself, but maybe..." Her paw clenched his cock hard as she pumped it up and down. "Maybe I can make you cum again right when I do! I've noticed you haven't yet until now. This must be why you always try to run! I must not be doing a good enough job in my wifely duties. But don't worry, I won't fail you again!"

The fox was completely out of it at this point, and in hindsight he was certain he had a concussion. The most he could offer in response was a gag and a groan as his legs twitched. But Dria's efforts were not in vain, what little pleasure that made its way to the fox's brain started having an effect again, his prick throbbing in her paw.

"From now on, I won't stop our love making until BOTH of us are satisfied! Even if it takes days, weeks, or months, we'll keep it going until we're both empty!" What little of the fox's mind that could still process her words balked at the idea. He was barely going to survive this alone, how was he going to keep together for these sex marathons that she wanted?! It didn't matter for now, as her pumping of his cock had the desired effect, even if the fox's refractory period was long from done.

THWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAPTHWAP!

Five thrust a second was her apparent top speed when using the fox, his throat raw and sore from the speed alone, not to mention the much too thick fleshrod stretching it. Why him? What did this renamon see in him that would have her so obsessed? He would never know, not that it mattered much at this point anyway, as the fox was now just a living sextoy. His whole world at this moment was forced into a cycle of gags, thrust, and more as he begged and pleaded to just pass out, always on the verge but constantly wrenched back by her wrecking balls driving his skull into the box.

The fox barely noticed how at some point she had taken his member into her mouth again, the renamons' tongue polishing it as if it was just a piece of candy. At this rate, even if he wasn't ready yet, she was going to force another load out of him. The size difference in this case was so extreme that not only could she easily fit his shaft, her maw opened wide enough to engulf his entire crotch. And just as he was about to blow again, he felt something...

THROB.

Dear god...

PULSE, SQUEEZE, FLOW!

The flood gates opened for the both of them, The fox offering just a puddle while the renamon let forth a monsoon as she pushed her cock fully into the fox. What little energy he had left surged forward as he desperately tried in vain to push her hips away. But it was no use as the first waves easily bowled through any meager defense he could have mustered.

Wave upon wave of her crushing seed forced its way to the pit of his stomach, barely taking a moment before he was full. But it just didn't stop, at least not yet. The seal was too tight though for it just to leak out, so instead the foxs' stomach was forced to expand, each wave making it larger and larger. At this point there was a genuine worry that even with his apparent resilience, there would be permanent damage. However, by the grace of some power out there, it finally ended and Fuxy was free to lose consciousness as Dria stood tall and wrenched her meat pounder from his maw. She even went to the trouble of setting his jaw back in place, now that he was unconscious and (probably) wouldn't feel it.

Standing back she admired her handiwork, The foxs' stomach looking seven months pregnant as she savored his taste that remained on her lips. As if he weighed nothing, her arms scooped him up and swaddled him as she made her way out of the alley.

"Hmm... Now that I think on it... Maybe a pregnant Fuxy wouldn't be so bad." The thought played in her head as she recalled certain rumors about fertility drugs. Next time, maybe.

Next time.