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"Going for the breeding special? An _interesting_choice..."

"Interesting, why?"

The private rooms at Knots were the stage for all kinds of forbidden acts, but for the right price, almost nothing would be off limits.

Rainier was used to pulling in a pretty penny, just for the chance to have a few minutes alone with him.

When someone actually bothered to put up the funds for an entire hour, he knew that they had deeper pockets than most, but once their foot was through the door, they'd find themselves presented with yet another menu.

"Seems to me that you might be lacking something important to make that happen," Rainier pointed out. "Unless you're just looking for that level of intensity?"

Simon didn't have a uterus--Rainier nailed that point on the head--but the idea of being pushed over the side of any of the myriad pieces of furniture in the private room would have been a dream come true to start with.

Just thinking about the sweat they'd work up and the calories they'd burn in the process was spurring Simon's literal appetite as much as their lustful greed; to see the option of 'dessert' listed on the menu in front of them, they couldn't help giving it sincere thought.

"That's exactly what I came for," Simon admitted. "I've heard a lot of rumors about what you can do when you're not on stage, and after seeing a few of your performances, I...I have to admit that I'm more than a little curious."

"You must have been," Rainier agreed. "It isn't cheap to get me alone like this, but now that you're here, I'd be more than happy to _breed_you, if that's what you're interested in. Anything else you want to do with the hour? It doesn't start until the clothes start coming off."

Eyes of icy cyan scanned the page as Simon pondered the possibilities. Some of the acts, they'd never even heard of before, but there were a few that the arctic fox found far more interesting than others.

"This...dessert option," Simon mentioned. "That's included in the cost?"

"Sure is."

"And what does it mean, exactly?"

"Well, it's a very specialized choice, but if you're sure that you want it, well...first, we need a sweet little fox to be stuffed to the gills with fresh cream," Rainier explained. "After that, you can be one of the lucky few customers that have ever been allowed to stay for a snack after the hour is up."

Simon knew that Rainier was being coy, but the vulpine didn't want to pry too much: they enjoyed the idea of being surprised by whatever unique experience was waiting for them on the other side of their impassioned evening.

Of course, the fox didn't want to get ahead of themselves, either. They'd heard enough about what Rainier could do when his clothes came off that greater urgency was visible on Simon's face...and more pressing than that, in the warm, growing flesh of a vulpine cock.

"Do I even get a hint?" Simon asked, their ears perked with a more obvious show of curiosity. "Or are you gonna make me work for that...?"

"You don't have to work for anything if you don't want to," Rainier answered. "That was the whole point of paying for your hour, after all...but if you feel like putting in a little work, I'm not gonna stop you."

"And if I don't want to work?"

Rainier's lips took on a wicked, devious curl. "Then sit back and let me do my job; you may want to unbutton those."

Simon had to wear some clothing to get into the club, but just as they anticipated, the clothes were quick to come off. The arctic fox was just able to unbutton their shorts before Rainier grabbed the waistline and yanked them away, revealing the first real treat of the evening: flesh that was filled with such a unique shade of brilliant cyan would have been vibrant in any light, but in the darker, lower lights of the private room, it stood out that much more.

Against the sea of snowy, white fur that surrounded it, the flesh held all the same intensity and allure of a beacon, and with the money in tow and a more submissive customer to toy with, Rainier wasn't going to deny himself that treat.

"What happened to letting me work?" the husky joked. His eyes turned to the flesh of the vulpine with a greater sense of admiration about them, as if the exposed flesh was a trophy just for him, waiting for the larger canine to reach out and take it, if he so desired. "Doesn't feel like I'd have to do much to get what I wanted from you, Simon...it's hardly what I'd call work."

"And...a-and if I wanted you to just have your way with me?" Simon asked, tripping over their words just enough to show their nerves--though their source, either excitement or fear, was slightly unclear. "Would you still consider that to be work, Rainier?"

"Sounds more like a paid vacation to me," he replied. "To be honest, getting paid to breed someone is my favorite kind of work..."

For being so much taller than the arctic fox, Rainier couldn't look smaller than Simon, even when he slumped down to his knees and captured the flesh of that vibrant, throbbing cock in his palm. The tip was already drooling with fluid excitement, and one stroke toward the base encouraged an even greater mess to spill down toward the full, hanging orbs below.

"You don't...y-you don't have to warm me up for that," Simon claimed. "You can just...y-you know... take me."

Being the customer, whatever Simon wanted, they would receive. Rainier could only ever hope that his desires would align with the arctic fox, but some customers didn't know what they were really getting into when they signed up for a breeding session.

Simon not only came prepared, but came absolutely eager to get started, going as far as trying to step out of the puddle of their fallen shorts.

They would have gotten a little further, if Rainier didn't take his work so seriously.

"Do remember that you literally demanded that of me when you're walking funny afterwards," Rainier spoke, but this time, his playful and welcoming tone was dripping with something more, as if the freedom to act of his own accord was allowing something sinister to be unleashed. "Just take you, huh? It's your hour. You're the boss."

Each reminder was a test for Simon, who felt the grip of the husky wrapping around their body and turning them away with simply impressive ease. In the capable, powerful grasp of Rainier, Simon felt like they had all the strength of a ragdoll, with just as much pliability, to boot.

Dropping to their knees was a willing feat, but as they fell, Simon could feel how easily Rainier could have put the fox in that position, if he was so inclined...and the sudden, climbing weight of the mounting canine made it clear that Simon's payment wasn't a frivolous thing.

They were in for every penny, and the pounding that was soon to follow, but for Simon, it wasn't soon enough; the seconds that passed as Rainier wiggled himself out of his jeans were dragging in such a frustrating, but arousing way.

It was less than a minute in reality, but judging by the puddle of precum spilled between Simon's thighs, they'd been waiting for Rainier to begin for the better part of an hour.

"If I'm the boss, why does it feel like you're the...t-the one in control?" the arctic fox asked, letting that nervous energy come through in every word.

Rainier, on the other hand, was in his comfort zone as he gripped the base of his full, stiff length and applied a healthy serving of lube to the tip--working in a strip club, that necessary ointment was never far from reach.

"Because that's what you wanted ," Rainier clarified. "Breeding a good little fox for dinner, and then, a cream-filled vulpine for dessert...great minds think alike, don't they?"

Simon couldn't have been happier with their itinerary, but then, the fox still wasn't fully aware of what they'd gotten themselves into.

Right then, they couldn't think of anything beyond the full, eager press of Rainier's tip against the pucker of their asshole, or the delicious pressure that followed as the tapered, canine member sunk past Simon's tight, pleasurable resistance.

It was hard to blame the wincing vulpine for being so delighted with the service they'd paid for, but they never would have thought dessert could be considered a problem.

Probably just some little act with whipped cream at the end, Simon thought. Like I'm gonna complain about that after taking a dick like this?

Breeding was the first thing on the menu; Rainier wasn't going to let the fox get ahead of themselves.

One thrust was enough to get the point across. Simon proved to be a flexible vulpine, but even then, a tailhole that was all too happy to stretch was being pushed to new limits with every inch of Rainier's cock, spreading the entrance further by the moment. Plentiful, throbbing flesh slipped into the arctic fox with an easy and comfortable pace, but every time Simon expected the first thrust to end, there was a little more yet to give.

When they finally felt the weight of Rainier's hips settling against the fluff at the base of their tail, it was a heavenly moment. Simon couldn't recall ever being so completely filled, but it wasn't an uncomfortable or painful experience...rather, there came a moment of wholeness, and beyond that, a greed to be filled again when the husky recoiled.

He heard that silent desire, but a slow, easy thrust was what Simon had in mind; breeding was rarely easy, and never slow, when canines were involved.

"Fits like a fuckin' glove," Rainier growled low and kept his body close, mounting the vulpine as tightly as he could. His larger body was having to slump down just a little to line up with Simon's plush, delicate form, but that new angle turned his next thrust into a treat for the arctic fox, pressing against surfaces within their tailhole that had never been touched before. "And the more times I wear it, the better it'll fit...hope you don't mind me trying you on for size."

Simon was shaking their head, but that was the best they could manage: lungs were struggling to pull a breath already, and feeling a stronger, domineering thrust, they couldn't imagine getting a full breath while contending with Rainier's cock.

He's really going for it, Simon thought. He's really trying to breed me...feels like he's gonna tear me apart if he keeps this up!

Perilous as the thought may have been, Simon was beside themselves with delight at the prospect of being stuff so completely with the husky's manhood. After just a few passes, the weight of Rainier's flesh was already stretching Simon to new, pleasurable limits, but those curious, pacing thrusts were being replaced, little by little, as the massive canine hit his stride.

Warm, soothing breath rolled over the back of Simon's headfur, and an affectionate lap of the tongue graced the scruff of their neck as Rainier came in a little closer; he wanted to go for the full, authentic experience, and that meant an apology was in order before he showed the fox what he could really do.

Fangs sunk into that scruff and tugged back on it, forcing Simon to embrace their submissive nature to an even greater extent. A quick whimper escaped the kneeling vulpine, but the underlying theme of every breath that followed was one of bliss, lost amid a sea of a dull, satisfying tmps.

Each one was the weight of Rainier's thighs crashing against the full, round backside of the fox, but as he drove deeper, the husky pushed his legs apart just a little further, allowing the weight of his full, swinging sack to bounce against the supple flesh of the vulpine's ass.

The thought of being able to keep up was a pipe dream, but Simon wasn't upset about that in the least.

"Oh...o-oh... fuck...Rainier, you...y-you're like a machine!" Simon cried out, finally managing something more than an impassioned groan. "How do y-you keep going even f-fucking faster?!"

"What, this?" the husky asked, letting his hips show a wide variety of different rhythms, before settling back into the quick, choppy thrusts that canines were so famous for. "I could go a lot faster than that, foxy. I'm just breaking you in, nice and easy..."

"But we...w-we've only got an hour, right?"

Rainier was such a perfectionist that he had a bad habit of letting himself get carried away in a task, careless of the amount of time that went into it; the end result was always more important than that.

In the case of his private room, however, there were rules he had to follow, beyond his dedication to the customer.

"Good point...s-so much for the warmup, then."

Simon blinked, but that reaction was all they could manage, at first.

The arctic fox was happily kneeling into the floor, their knees cushioned by the presence of shoved shorts and boxers.

That worked for the time, but didn't prove to be anything close to the needed cushion, when Rainier decided to pick up the pace.

How did he do that? Simon wondered, feeling their entire body weakened, until the poor vulpine was practically crushed into the growing puddle of their own precum. _He was already moving faster than anyone I've ever felt, and now, I can't...I can't even think! _

Becoming thoughtless, weightless and breathless was a common side effect of someone letting Rainier have his way with them, turning Simon into the latest victim of the husky's natural talents.

Much as they tried, all they could do was pant into the floor and gasp every time the diving, pulsing weight of Rainier's cock stretched their passage anew.

"One c-cream filling, coming r-right...right up," Rainier stammered over his words as he forced himself to the end of the line, knowing that they wouldn't have any time left for dessert if they didn't hurry their way through the main course. "Looks like you've already sprung a leak, though!"

A first strand of cum leapt from the tip of Simon's cock, and that impressive length gave a fitting, matching volume, but as much as the arctic fox gave to the floor, they felt so much more being pumped into the depths of their tailhole.

Excess cream sprayed from Simon's backside on the second gush: the first filled the smaller creature to capacity, letting streams of seed pour down the inside of Simon's thighs. The more violent streams kicked back against Rainier, soaking his shaft with such a thorough coating of his own mess that ribbons of the same remained, even when the husky eased back and admired his handiwork a second time.

Simon was already a tasty looking vulpine, but with their asshole stretched to a near permanent gape and a long, dribbling trail of seed pouring down from that ruined orifice, they looked good enough to eat...

...But Rainier wasn't in the mood to simply clean up after himself.

"Goodness, y-you...you really made a mess back there, didn't you?" Simon asked, taking their time with catching their breath.

Every second of that blissful aftermath went by a little faster than the last, prompting the arctic fox to wonder, yet again, what dessert could possibly be in such a perverted place.

"Haven't you ever been to a bakery? Sometimes, when you're stuffing your dessert with cream, you overdo it a little bit and some ends up on the counter...or the floor...or your fur," Rainier noted. "Comes with the territory."

"Wait a minute; your dessert?"

"You didn't specify if you wanted to be on the plate, or take a seat at the table, so...when you mentioned wanting a cream filling, I figured you were volunteering."

"Volunteering for what?"

Simon didn't have a chance to escape, nor any inkling that they needed to. They felt entirely comfortable around the husky until that moment, but as tightly as Rainier held their body before, there was a new, stronger grip...one with frightening power, that followed the bliss of their mutual climax.

"...Rainier?"

They didn't want to look back, but they had to: Simon turned slightly, but that was all it took to see a widening grin spreading over the full, eager lips of the kneeling husky.

His arms, already layered with rigid muscles, tensed up around Simon, lifting the arctic fox with such ease that the thrill of being hoisted up rivaled the excitement that came with being turned into a cock sleeve.

"A cream-filled fox for dessert...I really am a lucky guy," Rainier murmured. "Fucking my customers all evening long works up one hell of an appetite, you know!"

Rainier wasn't bothered by the mess of his own cum dripping back into his face as he lifted the stuffed vulpine up and over his head.

He wasn't deterred by flailing legs and kicking paws as the fox was lowered, little by little, toward an opening maw...and somehow, the already massive husky looked to be that much larger at the point of attack, until the act of guiding Simon's first footpaw into his open maw was as simple as dipping Simon's toes in the water.

Relaxing his throat and allowing the foot to dip back toward his gullet, Rainier showed that his appetite for the fox had only grown since they wrapped up their first sexual encounter.

"Rainier, s-seriously! What the hell do you t-think you're doing?" Simon asked, knowing that the husky couldn't reply when his maw was already full of soft, snowy fur and delicate flesh. "I didn't say I wanted to be dessert, I said I wanted to have dessert!"

Though his eyes were relaxed to begin with, Rainier narrowed his gaze at Simon, forcing the fox to go still with nothing more than the intensity in his stare.

In that posture, it was much easier for Rainier to move his palms up Simon's body, grabbing the fox by the wrists and pulling them down a little further. Fur was absolutely soaked with spittle as it moved through the impossibly tight pressure of Rainier's throat, but something even greater than that came on the other side of the cramping, tightened space.

Simon could feel their feet being tugged into an open space, as if they were being shrunk to fit inside of an open cavern. Crushing, constricting walls smashed their flesh down little by little, until Simon was looking down at the flesh of their own cock, dribbling the final spits of their cum over the bridge of Rainier's nose.

"Rainier, y-you...you can't do this," Simon offered a protest, but the words were weak to begin with, and the intensity behind them was overwhelmed with little more than a tug. "Oh...fuck...it's s-so slimy in there...ugh!"

Fangs tickled and brushed against Simon's cock as it moved down and past the edge of Rainier's muzzle, but there was a stronger, fuller scrape on the torso of the fox as they slid further down, riding along the flat of Rainier's tongue with all the speed and ease of tearing down a slide at a waterpark.

Every ridge on the roof of his mouth, every bud on the flat of his tongue, every ridge in the gaps of his fangs...Simon felt every detail pressed into their vulpine figure as it slipped further and further down, until there was only a pair of twitching ears and a blinking, wavering pair of eyes, trying to silently beg Rainier for mercy.

When that failed, Simon tried to grab the uvula of the husky on the way through the back of his throat, but warm, pink walls clutched around the smaller creature, packing them down and forcing them to be coated with so much spittle that trying to grab onto any surface was a genuine waste of effort.

One paw stuck out of Rainier's open mouth, until he tilted his head the rest of the way back. Simon was little more than a pill to the husky, and massaging his own throat, he aided his muscles with the process of choking the vulpine through his gullet and into the pit of his stomach.

On the inside, Simon landed in the pit of Rainier's stomach with a splash , their backside planting against the soft, sticky flesh of his stomach lining.

On the outside, Rainier was already cleaning up the cum that they'd left behind, preparing for the next, oblivious customer...