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Aftershocks

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A continuation of Breaking the Breeder & The Broken Breeder

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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Good End

A doe-taur with blue-green hair that reached down to her mid-back exhaled softly as she collected her bag. She had everything that she needed in there, though she had been staying at Green Inn for some time. It was a lovely hotel, only a couple of stories tall, though it had drawn her for the sole reason that it was set in and amongst the greenery. Everything was green, a forest backing onto the hotel and rolling meadows surrounding it, some with livestock in them and others left to flutter with insects and be flooded with wildflowers.

After spending so long in the city, she had needed something else, something different, something more, something that felt a bit more like her all over again. She had spent too much time in the concrete jungle, often away from even natural light, back when she had been working for...

She pressed her lips together. No. That wasn't something that she wanted to think about. So, she would not.

With her bag settled over her shoulder, she turned her attention to the door of her room, though she had a small kitchenette within her hotel suite. She had more than enough money for it, even if she could not stay there forever. And she had to head, briefly, into town to the store for her groceries to make sure all that was restocked.

The outside of the building was covered with green plants too and she wondered, faintly, whether one of them would be blooming yet. She had been waiting for one tightly closed bud right by the main entrance to spread its petals and maybe that day was the day. It was a location that, in addition to that, she had chosen because she wanted to be alone, somewhere that her mind could settle just a little bit more. She couldn't drain her account, anyway, even if she went to a casino. She was sure she'd get bored before it came to that.

Turning the doorknob to her room, something dropped to the ground in front of her.

"Oh?"

Bending, the doe-taur slipped down on her forelegs to pick it up. Something twisted in her stomach, a pull of recognition, but she still turned it over in her hand, heart pounding, lungs suddenly tight.

"No..."

But, of course... It said "POCHI 001" - a name that she had been trying to forget.

The deer-taur whirled, her hooves skittering. Was he there? Had he come to take revenge on her? Blood roared in her ears as her heart stormed - yet the deer-taur was not quick enough still to get away.

A white blur fell from the ceiling in front of her and she shrieked, drawing back, hands clutched to her chest.

Oh, no.

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It was Sandor. The real Sandor... Not the Pochi that he had become within the Paranormal Commission.

The white fox stood slowly, though she couldn't look at him directly, a shape that she knew to be Sandor and yet...it was different. It had been a long time since she had seen him like that.

"Alyssa... Alyssa, why are you ignoring me?"

She shuddered.

"I'm... I'm sorry," she said, backing away with her eyes wide, almost stumbling over her hooves. "You... You're in the wrong room, I don't know you... You've got the wrong person, sir."

But the fox only smiled. It did not brighten his eyes as much as it had before.

"You don't need to pretend to be someone else anymore," he said, almost softly. "You can dye your hair, but it won't fool me. I saw you on the tube last week."

She lunged for the door, fear clawing at her - but he was in the way, blocking her. Her heart pounded and she thought it was all coming to an end, crashing down around her, breath catching in her throat, her chest so very tight that she could barely even drag air into her lungs. The fox forced her back from the door, stopping her from getting out, trapped in the room with her.

"No... Please..."

But the fox held up his hands, shaking his head slowly, as if he was trying to not appear as if he was a threat.

"It's okay, Alyssa... I don't blame you, it's okay," he said, his voice lower than it had been, even his ears softening a little and splaying out. "You were tricked, I know you were. The Commission... They did this to both of us. And you managed to save me in the end. That... That makes up for everything."

She swallowed hard, though the drive of fear in her heart could not be settled again so swiftly. He had to have been coming for her, to take her for his own, to show her the depths of all that he had gone through, all that, in some way, even if it would have happened without her, she had had a hand in influencing and doing.

He rested his hand on her shoulder even as she shook, trembling terribly.

"S-Sandor..."

"Shush, it really is okay, Alyssa," he said, the fox drawing her into a hug even though the deer-taur's body was as stiff as a plank of wood against him, not even like the natural flex of the bough of a tree. "Everything is okay. I've missed you... It took me so long to find you again. You didn't mean it, you didn't mean any of it."

That much, Alyssa would never tell him. Even if she had uncovered something a little more, back then, back when she had been working for The Commission and Sandor had been no more than Pochi, the breeding boar, the tool for their use, milking him, over and over again, for his seed. That had been all that the fox had been good for, to them, and she had gone along with it. Because Sandor had thrown her away like trash, as if she was dirt on the sole of his boot, as if he was too good for her.

Alyssa knew that she would never hear the full truth of that story and yet...she felt that there was something different there, especially in how the fox kept talking about trickery and how, in the end, she had realised that all was not as it had seemed either, not at The Commission. It was not something that he had wanted and it was not something that she would have wanted, if she had known the full story. It was not something that she had anticipated, of course...

Oh, it was all so confusing.

"Is it all...really okay, Sandor?" Alyssa said softly, tentatively raising her hand to his and sliding her fingers around his wrist. "I... You look...healthy."

He had changed a little in the months that had passed since leaving The Commission. He had filled out a little more and put more weight back on, even if he did not have all of the lean muscle that he had had before.

"Yes, I feel...whole again," Sandor said, but the fox spoke slowly as if he was considering his words very carefully and working them around his mouth before setting them loose. "I can do more. I climbed the walls, a little of my old powers... I don't know if those will ever be the same again."

"You may become something more, Sandor, but you don't have to be anything for anyone else," she said, relaxing a little, stepping in closer, laying her head on his chest. "I'm glad to see you... How have you been? Did you find somewhere to live?"

It was as if they were speaking for the first time, but it did not help ease the sense of uncanniness that had already wrapped around them. But the closeness of him reminded her of earlier times, former times, times when things had been a little easier.

Back before his powers had made everything even more complicated for them...

"I've been drained," he said. "I think... I used to throw flames. I can't do that anymore. Is that okay?"

"Of course, it's okay, Sandor... Everything's okay." She didn't realise that she was parroting his own words back at him, reassuring Sandor as he had reassured her. "You can do whatever you can, whatever you want. It's all okay."

"I can do other things too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You... Look... Please..."

His speech was still a little bit stilted, even after his mental capacities had been restored, though Alyssa did not know whether the fox remembered all of his time in The Paranormal Commission or not. She looked, however, as he asked her to, smiling faintly as his hand glowed green.

His fingers twitched, though his powers did not come from his hand, not that time. Not as something prodded at the window and a branch, slowly, extended through the open window. She watched, as spellbound as she had been the very first time she had seen him use his powers, even though the strongest of them had developed during their relationship, when they had already known one another. But it was different, him growing things, something that she had never before seen him do.

"Oh..."

She couldn't take her eyes off him and the bough, how the lines in the bark became defined, twigs rising from the bough and leaves curling into green shapes, smooth and oval-like with pointed tips. It was soft and natural and so far removed from his previous fire ability, though she didn't know if that had been completely removed as it was, that she could barely even believe that it came from the same fox.

"Oh, that is beautiful, Sandor," she said softly, not daring to raise her voice anymore. "But... Where did it come from? This new power?"

He shrugged faintly, tail wagging. He seemed pleased that Alyssa was responding a little more favourably to him, his tail lifting a little more. It hadn't wagged properly in quite some time and it was as if the muscles that controlled it were out of practice.

Maybe that was like his powers, even though he didn't really remember the extent of all that. Every day, a new memory came back to him - but it was hard to remember things when he was not trying to recall something specific. If he didn't know that a memory was back in his head, how on earth would the fox know to reach for it?

He smiled, taking Alyssa into his arms. It just felt so right to have her against him, moulding softly into the curve of his body, even the light muscling there. He was different and she was different, even though her new hair was pretty too, with a light curl to it that he remembered. But everything was okay and was going to continue to be okay, as long as they were together.

He reached for the branch, an apple forming, large and round, glossy with a faint sheen to its red skin. Alyssa's eyes widened even more and she made a soft sound in the back of her throat.

The fox's tail wagged a little more.

"I bet you're hungry."

*

Several months later...

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"Ohhhhhhhh..."

Sandor moaned long and low, his tail wagging faintly, for it had been left free. It was a new position for him, even though he had done things like that before - just never that extreme. Never quite that far with Alyssa, even though he locked his gaze onto her adoringly, knowing that he was right where he needed to be.

The fox was tied to a rack in a standing position, the ropes around his wrists and ankles, still forcing him to stand and bear his weight. His body was covered in a slick, black latex suit that covered him from his neck to his ankles, leaving his white-furred feet free, though they were hardly the focus of the doe-taur in the slightest. No, Alyssa had other parts of the wolf to focus on right there, watching how his tail wagged and wagged and wagged, the white tip of it flicking back and forth. His hands tried to twitch as she watched him, though the fox's hands were tucked away in mittens so that his fingers could not be seen. They were well-hidden, even more restrictive than she had been with him before. There was even a harness over the top of the suit, to which he could be further resisted or even hooked into position, though the fox did not know or understand the extent of that, not yet.

All Sandor knew was that he was happy, grunting as he pushed his tongue up against the round ball gag in his mouth, sliding it slickly over the hard, rubber ball.

"Nnggghhh..."

He couldn't even see Alyssa and that was difficult for him, even though he felt her warmth there, so very close to him. His cock too was free, poking out, though his eyes flicked back and forth under the black swathe of the blindfold as if he thought, even then, that he could find a way, some way, any way, to see past it.

He tried to shake his head, though there was only a little movement allowed to him there, controlled by Alyssa with a heavy leather collar. That time, however, it felt right, as if it was meant to be there. It weighed him down and made him feel safe and secure, as if his "mistress" was there for him, that she would always be there for him.

"Mmmmm..."

He caught the sound of her hooves moving across the floor, the hard, wooden floorboards rising with a light clip-clop of her cloven hooves. She was near, yes, but she wouldn't touch him yet, not even as his cock ached and throbbed, the unformed knot at the base still wanting to swell.

But he couldn't cum without attention, no, regardless of how sensitive his body was, how everything felt, tingling and aching passionately all over. The closure of the black, latex suit pressing in around him, restricting him in how it even flattened his fur down to his body, was intoxicating, and he panted heavily through his nostrils, drooling faintly around the gag.

The hooves moved again and Sandor whined excitedly, not even bothering to try to conceal it in any way. Oh, yes, she was there, it was his mistress! She was coming for him, his sweet Alyssa!

That was something that he wanted, yes, so very much. He needed her against him, holding him tightly, even stroking and rubbing his cock. His tail wagged and wagged and wagged, as if to keep it still would have simply been a crime.

"Mmm! Nnngghhhh-mmmph! Mmm-hmmm!"

"There now..."

Her soft, warm tone washed over him as he tried to reach her, tugging at the ropes binding him upright, though the support kept him there, safe and secure.

"Well, well, well..." Her voice was different, stronger, more confident, as if the doe-taur had come into a new sense of herself. "I should have known that you had other reasons for coming to me... Other than simply missing me. But it's because you couldn't cum by yourself, Sandor, wasn't it?"

He heard her move as he whined and strained, his tail wagging, though his cock throbbed even more fervently and desperately. Pre-cum beaded at the tip of his cock, although it was quick to leap from his shaft to the ground, more pooling, stringing out as his need made itself known.

"You've been going crazy for months without me, haven't you, Sandor?" She said, briefly touching his cock with just the tips of her fingers - not enough to make him cum or get him anywhere near cumming. "You impotent..."

He shuddered, though the word made him quiver deliciously. His tail stilled for only a moment, purely from the sense of throbbing shock that ran down him, wonderfully chilling his spine.

It was true too... He couldn't cum. Not alone. Not when there was no four-legged, pretty deer-taur near him.

He needed Alyssa for more than what he had realised when he had sought her out again.

"Mmmmm..."

"What a wonderful toy you are, Sandor..."

He tried to hump and thrust, to rock his hips. Yet her touch was gone and he didn't know what was happening, panting heavily, his chest heaving for air that simply would not slip so easily into his lungs. Yet the fox's tail was wagging and wagging, pumping back and forth, trying to show her just how much he wanted it, how much he yearned for her touch.

He wanted her...and that was okay. Everything was okay because she was there with him.

"Nnnngghhhh..."

Maybe if he moaned long and low enough, he would be able to tell her just how much he needed to cum? How much he needed his sweet, pretty deer-taur to make him cum, to be sweet enough to give him an orgasm.

Only from her, only from her hand. Never anything else, never anyone else.

Yet, without being able to see her, there was certainly a problem at play...

"Nnnngggghhhhffffff-uhhhhh!"

He yelp-groaned as something pressed against his backside, seeking out the bud of his tail hole. He had not been prepared, but it was not up to his mistress, not in the slightest, to prepare him for his comfort, for Alyssa more than knew just how to use him, to take his body right up to the edge where it needed to be.

The huge, barbed dildo with rough, almost painfully stimulating nodules on it dug into his tail hole ruthlessly. It pressed deeper and deeper as he cried out around the gag and Alyssa worked it back and forth, thrusting it hard to get another inch to pop into him, his anal ring straining furiously around it.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnnpppphhhh!"

He groaned around the gag, desperate to cum.

"Come on, Sandor..." She breathed, her lips close to his ear but not close enough to brush the twitching flesh. "You can cum... Why don't you cum for me, Sandor?"

"Mmmmmppphhhhh!"

She knew that he couldn't cum without seeing her - oh, she could be cruel too. Cruelly delightful for him, of course, though he loved everything that his mistress gave to him. Everything that she did for him was a gift and he accepted it gladly, willingly lapping it all up even as his cock dripped and drooled more and more pre-cum.

He wasn't Sandor, no... He was Pochi. She slipped the tag with his name on it, "POCHI 001," into his ear, the hole there remaining for her to use. He groaned, feeling the weight of it tugging the slim flesh of his ear down, panting heavily.

"Pochi..."

She breathed his name as she trailed her fingers softly over his fur, stroking down his cheek. But she had to control the toys, yes, working him over, forcing him again to give another muffled bark behind the gag.

"Urf... Woof!"

She smirked, pushing him harder.

"Unnnnggghhhh..."

He couldn't help himself, his hips trying to judder away from the painful, large dildo, his backside strained and burning. Still, he wanted to climax, even as the big toy ground over his prostate, forcing him to the edge of pleasure, as if he could get there, as if he could feel that bristling wash of ecstasy swelling through him like the force of nature that it was.

And yet...he could not. He wanted to be good, so good, the goodest of boys, all for his mistress, all for Alyssa. But he couldn't do it, he couldn't cum, not even as the building strain pulled in the pit of his stomach.

"Nnnnggghhhh..."

His cock strained, burning as if it was going to explode. That was only his mind trying to make sense of all the sensations coursing through him, even if that was not something that the fox had to think about, no, not at that time. All he had to do was feel, trying to cum, trying to hump, trying to give Alyssa everything that the doe-taur wanted from him.

"Nnggghhh..."

Sandor grunted and groaned, his tail flicking back and forth more urgently than ever, though he couldn't stop! He had to please her! And the pretty deer had asked him to cum, so that was all he could think about...

Alyssa squeezed in close to him, her body brushing his. He moaned, shuddering and pressing into her touch, as if he could get more from her, anything more, just something, something to get him over the edge. The thickly barbed dildo pumped in and out, his backside giving up to the pressure of it, though that did not make things any easier for him.

The doe-taur stood up tall, straining up close to the fox's ear. She only had to whisper.

"Pochi."

"Mmmmmmpppppphhhhhh!"

His eyes rolled back, even though he still had the blindfold on, his tail wagging and wagging and wagging. Oh, he couldn't stop it! And neither would the fox have wanted to, not as his latex-clad body rocked forward as if his hips were being drawn out from the stand with the touch of the doe-taur, calling him there with otherworldly power. Briefly, dimly, Sandor wondered if it was truly Alyssa who had always had the powers between them, if she could control him just like that.

But it wasn't something that he had to think about, not when Alyssa was there to take care of everything else for him, caressing him softly, faintly, her fingers around his cock. They did not linger, however, not as she whispered once more.

"Pochi."

"Mmmmmnnnnggghhhh!"

It was just like being back in the erotic laboratory for him. Maybe that was a bad thing, but he couldn't see it as anything more than intoxicatingly delightful, remembering just how pleasure had throbbed and thrummed through him in the best of ways.

There, he had been able to cum...and he was ejaculating again! Finally, ecstasy washed through him and he howl-groaned into the gag as he splattered his cum all over his cock, his thighs and the floor.

"Mmmmmmpppphhhhh!"

He couldn't quite get anything else out, his eyes closed and rolling back, heaving and panting, tongue pressed up against the gag, trying to tease over it. Yet the pleasure, oh, the pleasure... It was all his mind could focus on, locking onto the moment, how the pleasure felt like it was burning through him, aching deeply, desire begging him for more and more, even then. Even when he was cumming, his body wanted more, ached for more, although he was already giving it everything that it needed right there and then at that very moment.

Alyssa made sure that not a drop of his cum got on her hand, for she was focused on pressing up against him, a slight smile on her lips. Oh, she had needed that too, seeing how he was twisted and broken, how he was still the Pochi that she remembered... At least in part. It was not the way that it was meant to be, not with him being dull and mindless, only focused on orgasm, but there was a sense of change in him too.

When he climaxed, he was like his old self, both Sandor and Pochi at the same time. Alyssa didn't know how to say that, how it worked, but, sometimes, things like that didn't have the be explained.

She was still exploring what made Sandor tick, all in their weird new relationship, what had come between them not naturally but as if it was meant to be.

She let him feel her body up against his abdominals and his chest, much the same as she had in the laboratory, although the deer-taur did not put her arms around him at that time. She forced the barbed dildo deep up into his tail hole, so that it would be clamped inside by the strong muscles of his backdoor entrance, and ignored the fox's grunt of pain. Sure, it was a lot for him, though it was still within the limits of what the fox's body could take and Alyssa would not push past that with him.

Even if...she might have done so before, when he had been bound and helpless and she had wanted revenge.

They'd made their peace with one another, somehow. But it wasn't worth thinking about at that time, no.

She left the toy inside his arse as she took a cock sleeve, a fleshlight device that could be slid over his cock. It was similar to how he had been milked and used when he had been in the laboratory, but that one was something that she had picked up from a sex toy shop, as embarrassing as it had been for Alyssa to go in there alone. It was a clean place, however, and had allowed her to pick up even more things with which to dominate and control Sandor.

All within their new, fresh bounds of consent, that was.

She slid the cock sleeve against the head of his cock, teasing him, rubbing it through the smear of cum still there. The fox whined, his tail wagging, even though he was oversensitive in the aftermath of the first orgasm. Oh, but it had been so long since he had cum! So long... And it was all down to her, his mistress, the sweet doe-taur, the pretty doe-taur with the long, long hair...

He blinked, trying to see her, though, of course, the blindfold kept him quiet, his world one of soft, tangible darkness.

"Mmmph... Pleasth..."

That was, at least, what he tried to say through the gag. While he could not use words, he had to grunt and growl, pushing on more and more, showing her with his body just how much he wanted her. The fox had to beg through every tiny twitch and muscular contraction in his body, tail wagging and wagging as if it was never going to stop, though its motion back and forth was slightly jolty and jerky, as if he still did not quite have full control over that part of his body.

That would come in time, for cognitive function applied even to consciously moving.

"Mmmmph, mmm-hmmmm-nnnnn," he grunted against the gag, humping, rolling his hips forward to the extent that he was able, for his bondage still very much limited him. "Mmmhmmm!"

But he couldn't talk, even as the doe-taur's lilting giggle reached his ears.

"Aw, poor little, Pochi," she said, using the name again that sent a shock of electric pleasure through him, as if he was being pleasured, literally, via e-stim. "Can't even cum... Do you want a nice cock sleeve wrapped around your dick too? Even more than the toy under your tail?"

He whined and wagged. Yes, oh, yes, oh, yes! Yes, he needed that.

His begged pleased her and she slid it over him, using her left hand while her right was controlling the one under his tail, grinding it up deep into his arse, again and again. She knew she didn't have to be gentle, the cock sleeve a tight fit around his aching prick, but she had to coax that delight from him still, letting the fox's muffled groans roll through her.

It was invigorating, to control him, as if she was alive - truly alive. Yet Alyssa didn't quite know how to put words to it just like that. Neither did she have to. She could be there for the moment too, only for the pleasure, letting it course through her, her folds ever so slightly damp under her own tail, the white fluff of her fur sticky around the edges of her sex where her fur protected her.

He groaned and seemed to be trying to let his tongue loll out, though the ball gag kept it in there, everything in place. He licked at it as Alyssa worked the sleeve and the dildo into and over him, moving in perfect rhythm. She rather liked rhythms just like that, something that she could let swell through her, something that she could lean into, for there was delicious comfort to be had in a rhythm.

Ultimately, however, it was all about the connection between her and Sandor, milking him of his seed, though it was only pre-cum spilling into the sleeve. He needed to cum, yes, so badly, even though Alyssa had granted him one orgasm already, hips pumping and grinding, as if that was all he could do. Sometimes, the doe-taur did not even have to move the sleeve, he was thrusting that hard, working his hips as if that was the only thing left.

He had a lot of cum in him, however, even though Sandor did not understand why. All he knew was that he needed to cum, to be milked, to cum over and over again. There was nothing else in his mind as if his seed stripped away his very identity in that first, mind-numbing orgasm, passion overwhelming his broken, needy mind.

The tightness in his arse begged him on and he whined plaintively, pumping and grinding, working his glutes like a dog needing to seed a bitch. He was mindless... And yet something was missing.

Finally, Alyssa did it. He could not have known that she was waiting for the perfect moment with him, waiting until his need was so great that he couldn't do anything more, slipping again as if his mental function was wavering all over again. She grinned, finally doing it - and the deer-taur buried her head in his abs, working the toys over his slick, drooling length and into his backside, though her arms were still, partly, around him.

Sandor howled into the gag, his tail suddenly wagging so hard that it was but a blur of white, even a few pieces of fluff from it flying off. His cock jerked within the cock sleeve, hard enough that Alyssa had to move with it, though he didn't even notice.

For, all there was for Sandor, was white pleasure, swamping him, drowning him, though he had Alyssa there to keep him at the surface, his life raft at the moment that he needed her the most. He wanted more from her, so much more, tail wagging and wagging, flicking back and forth, grunting, groaning, letting more and more and more of his seed spill in his second orgasm.

"Nnnnngggghhhhh!"

Sandor didn't hold back, slick cum sloshing about in the cock sleeve and spurting over it, splattering to the ground in a long, sweeping arc. She admired the reach that his cum shot had gained, her heart pounding as if she had been the one who had climaxed. And yet she was not, even though she could take more from him, a flutter of bubbling excitement weaving and winding about in the pit of her stomach, promising more.

She would have it, yes... Even though the deer-taur was still exploring just how she was to gain that for her own.

With Sandor, it felt as if everything was possible.

Because everything_was_ possible.

His tail softened a little, drooping, though there was still a wag in it as his groan rolled on.

"Mmmmmmnnnnnn..."

It was the best noise that he could force out through the gag, though it was then that his mistress took mercy on him. Of course, she had already permitted him the two orgasms, but that wasn't going to be enough. Not as they delved into their play well and truly, more and more so.

He flicked up his tail a notch higher, licking the gag. But it was slowly moving, the latex strap that went around the back of his head loosening.

"Mmmph?"

The fox growled into the gag, wiggling his rump, though his cock was still hard, so ridiculously hard. He couldn't think straight when his cock ached like that, his tongue flicking out of his mouth where the gag had been before. Finally! It was out and he could pant as much as his tail was wagging, letting his tongue flicker and ripple between his teeth, breathing heavily, even though it was not enough to soothe his lungs, no.

It would take a lot more than that for Sandor, even as the fox yipped happily.

"Mmmmmm... Al...yss...ah..."

He moaned out her name as Alyssa set him up, untying him deftly from the standing rack. However, that was where the harness came into play, the doe-taur gently but firmly pushing him down to all fours, the fox going willingly. Sure, it was with a bit of a bump but Sandor knew that she wasn't hurting him. Not even as she snapped the straps on his arms and calves tight, hooking his calves up so that he was forced to crawl on his knees.

Just like a dog. Just in a bitch suit, dominated and wagging his pretty tail all the time.

Alyssa grinned down at him, her little white tail twitching.

"Stay!"

She spoke to him like a dog - and, thus, their roleplay had begun. He would not be Sandor anymore, but roleplaying as a dog, mindless and needy, just needing to hump.

Sandor, of course, still couldn't see, not with the blindfold in place, the heavy mittens trapping his fingers. Dimly, he was aware of his mistress leaving, though not entirely. The soft brush of her fur reached his pricked ears as she folded her legs.

Where was she?

He whined softly and tried to paw at his muzzle, but the tight restriction around his arms or "forelegs" stopped Sandor from doing so. But that was just the way Alyssa wanted it to be as she set herself down, folding her legs under her to settle. It made the pregnant swell of her belly more obvious, though she did not mind that. Not one little bit.

She smiled at Sandor panting heavily, his eyes covered, nose twitching. He really could be reduced to so little, so easily.

She loved it.

He sniffed the air, trying to work out where she was. Alyssa... He had to reach her! He needed to breed, his cock hard, achingly so, crawling forward on his elbows and knees, simultaneously loving and hating the restriction. Yet his cock was blisteringly aroused, drooling pre-cum, so it couldn't be all that bad, no.

Not when all Sandor could think of was breeding, of Alyssa, of getting to the pretty deer lady and mounting her, again and again. And again.

"Come find me, pet..." She crooned seductively, though the fox could not see the hint of a grin pulling at her lips. "Come take me, Pochi..."

She was in control - and yet he was mindless with need.

"Whuff! Woof-woof-woof!"

Sandor barked, tail wagging, struggling forward, following the trail of her arousal. He had to find her, closer and closer, until, finally, his nose brushed the fluff of her backside and he pressed in, nuzzling into her sweet arousal.

Oh, her pussy! It was all he needed, but he had to prepare her first, yes, lapping into her, tasting her sweetness. His mistress moaned as he acted like a good dog, slipping more into the role, digging his flexible tongue hungrily into his sex.

The taste of her clung to his lips and he growled, needing more.

"Nnnggghhhh... Wooooof! Whuff!"

He barked for her, raising his tail, needing it.

"Good boy, Pochi!" She praised, flicking her tail up a little higher for him: an open invitation. "Mmmm..."

He loved the sound of her moans. That meant that he was a good boy, a good Pochi! That was all he needed to be.

"Whuff!"

He barked again, tail wagging so hard that the root of it was tugged back and forth with every swipe of the fluff through the air. Yet he wanted her, needed her, his cock leading him on even though the fox could have spent much longer there under her tail, licking and eating her out until she screamed in climax. The knot at the base of his cock begged attention too, already swollen, though Sandor did not know that that would cause problems.

With the roleplay and her treating his cock so wonderfully in climax...he had slipped back down into his less cognitively aware state. Not that Sandor would have been able to form such big words in his mind at that time, oh no... No, words like that were not for the fox, not at all, not as he mounted her and barked.

"Woof! Nnngghhhh..."

The head of his cock caught in her pussy and he shoved deep - right up to the knot. Yes, yes, that was what he needed, that was good, that was very good! All he knew was that the good feeling was good and he had to keep getting more of the good feeling! More!

Mindless and slow, his thrusts were anything but. He ground into her with the force of a fox possessed, tongue happily lolling out, even though the vulpine could not even see his mistress. She moaned under him and he knew that he was doing a good job, that he was being a good boy.

"Oh, Pochi..."

"Whuuuuufff!"

His name! Yes! That was his name!

And Pochi's tail wagged and wagged and wagged. It wagged as if it was never going to stop as he fucked her harder, his mittened paws scrabbling against the doe-taur's sides for purchase, even if it was not all that easy for him to get any. He just wanted to hold onto her, to make sure that she was going to be there for him until that heated swell of ecstasy poured through him again, knowing exactly where he was going and glad that all he had to do was to thrust to get there.

Mindless.

Easy.

Simple.

"Grrrr-woooof!"

And oh so very pleasurable.

The doe-taur quaked under him, her tail twitching, trying to grind back on his cock. And yet she could not, not when she had her legs tucked underneath her, revelling in Sandor fucking her so roughly, the knot crushed crudely up against the soft folds of her pussy.

"Mmph... Ah!"

She cried out, quivering under him, the "dog" thrusting her right over the edge. Her pussy, of course, had already been soaked as he took her, though it was the knot grinding into her cunny that did it for her. Orgasm rolled through her, pulsating and drawing her on, forcing her to relinquish her own control to that driving, flowing high.

"Mmmmmmm!"

She moaned openly, panting, barely able to breathe let alone talk through the passion of her climax.

"Ah..." Alyssa groaned, forcing it out anyway. "How did I...mmm...get taken by a fucking dog... Ahhh! Having his...mmmmph...puppies..."

Sandor barked, tail wagging. Yes! Puppies! He would breed her!

"Whuff! Unnnggghhhh..."

The fox's tail wagged, his tail up so high that it was as if it was lifted as some kind of signal, even if he was not consciously thinking about it, not about communicating, no... No, it wasn't needed, fucking her hard, cruder and rougher than he had ever been with the deer-taur ever before.

If someone was standing behind him, they would not have seen an anthro. Sure, he had the parts of an anthro and stood like one, when he was not bound... But the fox could _never_have been an anthro right then and there as his high tail waggled, showing off his tail hole, the tight, dark pucker strained around the toy that forced it to gape open still. He was just an animal, a breeding toy, pleasing his mistress - yes! Pleasing her, breeding her, that was all that Sandor needed. He knew that the pups in his mistress' belly were his, only his, wanting more, always more.

If he kept breeding and breeding his mistress, that would make him a good boy!

A good Pochi!

Sandor would not have remembered his name or even how to talk at that moment, even if Alyssa had thought to ask him. And she did not think to ask him, only wanting his hardness rammed up inside her, satisfied, pleased. The toy vibrating under his tail didn't hurt either, not as he did all he could for his dear, dear mistress.

Pleasure... It was an easy concept for the "dog" Pochi to understand as he humped and humped, rounding his back end over her as if he really was nothing more than a mindless stud dog, focused only on breeding. His tail quivered and wagged once more, ecstasy overruling all else, something harsher snarling within him.

"Ah! No - Pochi! Agh! Too hard!"

Alyssa let out a sharp cry as Sandor thrust against her even harder than before, his engorged knot demanding entrance at her pussy. It was too big to go into her cunny easily, though it was never meant to, not after she had turned him on so much, gotten him so hot and so riled up that the poor fox, in all honesty, simply did not know what to do with himself. Alyssa tried to stop him, to twist and shove him off - but that was impossible.

"Mmmph - no... Pochi... That's... Ahhhhhhh!"

Her shriek cut through the air, panic clawing at her chest, her breath stuck somewhere too as her body tried to lock up in the freeze instinct. No! It was too big, he couldn't do that! He was going to hurt her - not Sandor!

But the Sandor that she had trained and played with was mindless and she would have found his eyes shiny with life but dull with thoughts if she had removed his blindfold. Alyssa gasped, trying to draw breath into her lungs to scream, yet the pounding force of his thrusts forced even that from her body, lost there, pleasure and pain snapping at one another's heels. He was like a breeding stud, a tool that could not be stopped, cramming his swollen, fat knot more and more roughly against her pussy until, eventually, her body had to succumb to him.

"Mmmmm-nnnnngghhhhh..."

"Woof!" Pochi said, stripped of words, barking as he shove into her. "Whuff!"

She groaned, panting heavily, hands clasped to her chest. His knot was so big! And yet she couldn't stop Pochi as he tied with her, locking his cock into her, a force that she could not even have hoped to have stopped. Maybe next time she would have to find a way to restrict his thrusting, though the burst of pleasure was still worth it, even if it had come with a flaring of dwindling pain...

The doe-taur grunted in the back of her throat, no longer sounding all that feminine as he hammered into her, stroke after stroke, until they climaxed together. He howled openly, tail wagging in a brush of fur, as he spent himself inside her, ropes of cum slicking forth, though his knot kept every last drop right up inside Alyssa's body where it belonged. Even though it grew slick and wet around his knot, Sandor could not slide free of her, not as he leaned over her body and let out a soft bark.

"Wuuurrf..."

She chuckled faintly, tied together, his cum flowing into her body. Still, he leaned around her, his tongue flicking out, lapping against the swollen rise of her belly.

That was his pup in there.

He was a good breeding dog.

*

Later, after they had cleaned up, Sandor obediently lay on his back on the bed, his hands tucked up near his chest as if he was in a begging position. The cool plastic of the chastity cage slid over his shaft and kept it tucked away, even if he eyed it, whimpering faintly as she locked it into place.

"Mmmmph..."

"There... This will keep you locked up," she said, a wicked glint in her eye. "Until I give birth to our fawns, Sandor."

"Pups."

He teased her back, his mind a little clearer after some aftercare, although it was all pretty blurry for the fox.

She drew him into her arms on the bed, face to face, lying on their sides. It was easy for the fox to slide his arms back around her, the two of them, for the time being, equal partners. It did not seem so much like that anymore but Sandor didn't mind. It was good when Alyssa took control over him too, purely as it left him feeling so warm and sated.

So fulfilled.

"I can't believe I'm going to give birth soon," she whispered, lips brushing his snout. "The doctor said... He really thinks it's a miracle, that I'm even pregnant."

"You are the miracle, Alyssa," Sandor said, gently brushing a strand of hair back from her face as she blushed, very faintly. "It's all down to you, all because of you. I can't wait to raise a family with you, our little one..."

She murmured softly and dropped a tender kiss on the side of his muzzle.

"And they'll have the best father too. I think...there are two in me. The doctor struggles to get a good ultrasound, with a taur, but there's another one, I'm sure, tucked under the one they've shown me on the scans. They're going to be wonderful, Sandor."

"Always."

He kissed her fingers softly, holding her hand in his, before wriggling down to press himself against her belly. Laying his head there, he wrapped his arms around her much as she had done in the moment of bringing him to orgasm, and smiled.

Settling there, listening to the sounds of their offspring wriggling inside, getting more active the closer it was to her due date, the fox was right where he needed to be.

With them, with Alyssa.

Always and forever.

*

True end

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_ _

I had to come back to reality sooner or later, even though I didn't want to. I sighed softly and closed the book, thinking that the hour was still late but I was wrong. On the contrary, the hour was exceptionally early, the first rays of dawn brushing the sky.

I thought that it could have been like someone painting the sky, kind of like the words in the book. But the beautiful scenes, the winding, erotic scenes, could not last forever. Not when I closed the book and everything slipped away, disappearing.

As long as I was alive, the characters in the story...they were also alive. Yet...whenever the book was closed...

I swallowed hard, though it did not do anything to dislodge the lump in my throat.

If the book was closed, the story inside temporarily disappeared.

"Like it's not real anymore."

I could feel it, dragging me down even as my fox ears twitched and I looked out the window, desperately, as if I could change the course of time just by staring hard enough at the coming dawn. The sky was getting brighter and brighter, mocking me. Time moved on, anyway, like words on a page.

Their story... I would have rather been in it, in the fantasy world, not alone with my old thoughts, mentally gasping for air, struggling for the surface. The morning... Oh, how I hated the morning, the worst time of day for me, when I felt like I was struggling to breathe, air nothing more than sludge in my lungs.

I could have lain down in bed...but I wasn't going to sleep anyway. I could only breathe and try to keep going. Even while the birds singing outside tormented me.

Another day wasted.

I just wanted to sleep... Yet the nightmares plagued me, monsters snarling, forcing me back to the waking world in a cold, dripping sweat. Why won't even my dreams let me escape?

No... It is only the book.

I checked the pill box, counting the days of the week. I'd already taken my medicine earlier, but it didn't seem to have worked. Typical.

"Maybe someone can help..."

But the words trailed off even as they left my lips. No... I knew that wasn't so. Those that wanted to help, the doctors who had prescribed the medicine, had done what they could and that... That had not helped. No one could help me.

No one.

My heart beat faster and faster, panting heavily, my tongue lolling out, fluttering between my teeth. But my chest was tight, too tight, as if the room was closing in around me, even though it was still familiar with me, filled with my possessions.

No, no, no...

_ _

I couldn't do it, couldn't change it, couldn't help it.

There's a knife in the closet.

_ _

There's a knife in the closet.

No, no... No, I couldn't think like that, but I'd already found myself against the closet door, pressing to the old wood, panting more and more heavily. I had to stop, had to slide down, had to let gravity take me down and down and down, all the way down to the ground.

The carpet greeted me, but it was not comforting.

Please, let me sleep.

_ _

That was all that I wanted, even as I leaned my cheek against the solid reassurance of the wood, trying to breathe. For that was all I could do.

In and out, in and out, one breath after the other. Come on, I could do it. But all I wanted...was to fall asleep.

I grunted, my eyes strained, damp at the corners. My tail hung limply.

Rest still did not come easily.