Stream Lining
STREAM LINING -for Ff-N-FMA - by Charn - http://www.furaffinity.net/user/charn/
The water rushed over Jinko's head, down his back. His wide feet kicked, his arms stretched and reached for the surface, only to plunge back in. The sleek blue body struggled under the water, straining to move more, further, harder. Finally the narrow vulpine skull broke the surface, fur slicked back in an intimate hug, and paws grasping the concrete edge of the pool. "How was that, coach?" He grinned up, and the burly tiger who stared disapprovingly at his stop watch frowned back down.
"Thirty two seconds. Even slower than last time." Coach glanced to the blue fox, as the swimmer pulled his lean, soggy body out of the pool. The thick tail flicked back and forth, slinging chlorine-laced water everywhere. The feline tossed the blue-furred vulpine a towel, who wrapped it around his head, rustling it back and forth to soak up as much, as quickly, as possible. The fox automatically assumed a certain pose, legs apart, crotch pushed forward towards his coach, torso curled a little bit. Coach didn't seem to notice. "What's going on with you?" he asked. "You had twenty two seconds at the beginning of the school year. Now you're pulling in last. If you even want to compete anymore, you have to to improve your lap speed."
The fox pulled the towel over his shoulders, flossing it back and forth, down his back and to his butt. He pulled his tail over and started drying it out too. "Sorry, coach." He grinned winningly up at the tiger. "I'm practicing harder and ever. I guess I've just kinda filled out a bit more than usual this year."
"Yeah. I've noticed. I wanted to ask you about that. You're not...-on-... anything, are you?" The coach leaned over, fiddling with a sparkling new chrome piercing in the fox's wide right ear. "You've changed a lot since you joined the team."
"Nah, coach, nothing like that." The fox grinned again, and reached down, giving him self a stroke over his crotch. It was a generous stroke."Let's just say I've finally hit my stride." He bends down, scrubbing at his muscular legs. "My fur's thickened. Other things too." He glanced with a cocky grin up at the tiger, who was scowling, standing on one foot. "But I'm sure you noticed that already."
The tiger shook his head. "Well, we're gonna have to trim back your fur if you want to stay on the team. And that.." He gestured to the fox's crotch. "You've got too much Rudder holding you back. Drop the fancy swim trunks and.." he fished around in his back pocket, before tossing a wadded up ball of fabric to the fox. It was the same color blue as his fur, a sort of cobalt cyan. "Wear these from now on.They'll help tuck ya back. If that doesn't work..." The tiger cracked his knuckles, "We'll have to find someone better for the team. You gotta get back down to twenty two seconds. Hell, you should be down to twenty by now."
Jinko's grin faded as he unfolded the fabric ball. It really didn't seem like enough fabric, and there was a weird double pocket in the front. What kinda weird garb is this?
The lockers were mostly empty, the whole room reeking of eucalyptus and menthol. Heading down his row, he saw the lone occupant, Jinko's big bull friend Howard. Jinko grinned, sneaking up on the brown Brahman, damp towel twisted and curled up into a taut rope. He reeled back, and snapped it up between those powerful thighs, yanking sharply on the end to Slap those huge, black, low hanging nuts. As hard as he slapped them, they only wobbled, not even getting a good sway in. The bull bellowed, a squirt of green paste splattering the locker to his left as he curled up and rolled over the bench between the lockers, flopping onto his back. Jinko laughed at the huge male cupping his bruised orbs, with the green paste smeared partially over his big pectorals.
The fox pounced, jumping on his friend and grabbing a handful of the muscle relaxant from the bull's chest. "Oh, I'm sorry." He grinned, sliding down to sit on the bull's legs and reached past those protective paws to grab the bull's sheath, stroking and rubbing eagerly. There was a lot of sheath there, and it responded immediately. He peeled that thick furry sheath back, baring the dark gray flesh of his friend's dick. He grabbed it with his other hand - the one soaked in Ben-Gay. The bull groaned. Or moaned. Didn't really matter which. Jinko started stroking, his fingers making a "shlk-shlk-shlk" sound as he smeared and coated his friend's fat soft cock with the source of the menthol smell.
The screaming was music to his ears as the bull left those big bollocks to try to milk the fox's fingers away from his dick. The two having a bit of a tug of war, both stroking that fat dick - which only thickened and stiffened with the onslaught - one trying to work the paste in, the other trying to scrape it off. The bull's thick fingered hands were huge, and strong, but Jinko's was nimble, and for every inch that the bull scraped dry, he tucked another blob back in. Howard was losing, and pitifully, as the sensation of the menthol eating into his delicate membranes began to over whelm the big male's motor control. Jinko laughed, and after releasing that jutting fat cock to the bull's protective hands, jumped up and swung his foot into a long, lazy kick into those fat nuts. This time they moved, cramming into the too-small space between the big guy's thighs, and one flopped out on top, slapping the underside of the bull's cock. "How's it GOING, Howie?" He hadn't kicked him hard, just enough to get the bull to curl into the fetal position, and then he ignored the bellowing little pansy and opened up his locker.
Which was easier than it should have been. His lock had been removed. Pulling the door open, he found a gift inside. An ancient relic of a hair trimmer. He grumbled.
"Oh, come on, Coach. Really?" He groaned, thumb sliding along the solid steel frame, feeling the little mars and scratches that come with years of use. A single button was there, and he instinctively pressed it.
"And it doesn't even work." He snorted, peering at the grand-daddy of modern grooming. The lever to adjust the hair guard had been broken off at some point - only a small metal stub remained of it. So it was permanently locked to cutting hair to an eighth of an inch. It was only after he looked in that he realized it wasn't broken, that it was actually running, a whirring movement where the blades would be all that he could see. But there was no buzzing sound, no vibration in his hand. Weird. He brought it to his arm, pushing the vibrating edge into his thick, damp blue fur. He couldn't feel it buzz in his hands, but when the metal guides touched his skin, he could feel it tickling. He compulsively pulled it up his arm, and gasped as his pelt peeled away from it, perfectly shaved down to an eighth of an inch. Underneath, a carpet of fine looking light blue fuzz peered up at him, bared to the light for the first time... ever.
He heard the bull groaning behind him, the solid sliding clatter of hard hooves on smooth tile. The thick, splatty splashing of what could only be ejaculate as it dripped from the bull's body. He glanced over, to the bull who was walking closer with shakey steps, greasy looking bull cock still drooling thick bull spunk. He turned back, and stripped another long sheaf of fur from his arm with those seven inches of shiny solid metal
"Um, hmm. Why you doin' that, bud?" Howard asked,, breathlessly. Jinko could hear that paw still making slick rubbing sounds along that floppy bull dick. He would respond, but the blades touched into the delicate fur on his elbow, and he couldn't.
"Oh shit that feels so Good..." The fox closed his eyes, shuddering. The feeling of the powerful buzzer cutting his blue fur from him had made his sheath thicken, his swimming trunks bulging strongly with his equipment. "Why don't you shut up and suck my cock, Howie?"
He turned his body to face his bull friend, working on his other arm now. Howie didn't need convincing. Bulls were easy to dominate, once they got their rocks off. Two thick three fingered paws pulled down his trunks, the bull closing his eyes and using his thick brown lips to stroke and nurse on his little buddy's thick shaft. He managed to get all of it down, but just barely. Bulls and their long snouts. Normally someone could take about five inches, and would have to stroke the last three with their fingers. Not Howard, though. What a trooper. Jinko snickered down at the fawning slut of a bull, lifting one foot to trap that low hanging bull sack between two toes, and then stepping on it, pinning it under his big, wide, meaty foot. He could feel the heat of the two meaty nuggets trapped inside, and it made him harder, feeling Howard suckle all the more intensely.
Back to business, though. He shaved off his right arm, the growing pile of blue fur getting larger around his feet. The tickling just seemed to remain even after the razor had passed, both of his arms feeling so light, so nimble now. Betruth, the twenty four year old was a Bit old to be in college. And he was way too old to be having such a growth spurt at this age, and yet... his pelt -had- suddenly grown in glossier, his package swelling to the point that some of his old underwear didn't fit. Even his tail had grown an inch or two longer, a fact that Jinko was more than happy to flaunt in front of all the other guys.
Girls had noticed, too, and there wasn't a day gone by that he didn't have the back of his Camry shaking with his vigorous thrusts into some hot pussy. Well, okay, maybe he just laid on his back and the femmes rode HIM, but, still. As long as they fingered his ass too, he was cool with it. Still. Pussy every day of the week. Except on Tuesdays, Tuesdays are Ass day, and that's when HE was the one being pounded. There were a couple dudes that knew of his orientation, a wolf, a cougar, and Howard the bull, but Howard was such a fucking pain slut that his dick was useless to Jinko unless the fox had stomped on his nuts a few times first.
Which he was happy to do.
The razor peeled it's way across the fox's sleek chest, with a rind of blue fuzz sliding off, twisting in a long strip before breaking and falling. It flopped over the bull's snout, which bobbed and sucked, totally unmindful of the bright blue mustache. Jinko couldn't blame him for not noticing the fox's 'decoration'. Thing was, Jinko had a big cock. It's not like it was a bad thing, really, but it was a little exasperating. Every time the fox found a nice stud to romp with, the guy took one look at the fox's big tool and raised tail.
Jinko had no problem, you know, fucking asses 'n' all, but it was getting redundant. Fuck fuck fuck, always on top, with a legion of big manly frat boy types wiggling their hips in a never ending monotonous display of submissive lust. Jinko felt used. Didn't those asshats realize that his hole got hungry too? He had needs! As much as it enjoyed it, he'd probably be a happier fox if he wasn't constantly being begged to stuff his thick, veined, perpetually-hungry foxdick into countless butts and vagoos. Really, though, what was there he could do?
He lifted one foot, and gas-pedalled the bull's fat spuds a few times, grinding them into the cold dirty floor as he mused over his plight in life. Coincidentally, or perhaps not, he felt that slathering mouth get hotter around his shaft. "That's right, slut. Suck all that cream out. Do a good enough job and maybe I -won't- crush these puppies into mush." he sneered. He angled his paws, carving off chunks of his back's pelt, thrusting casually against those thick, rubbery lips.
It felt good. There was just enough fuzz to keep him from looking totally nude, but it was so soft, so short and ticklish, it made his whole body giddy. He was light headed as he lifted his other foot up, resting it on the bull's shoulder, and shaved it too. The thick blue pelt swelled on the floor around him in a slowly growing clot of fibrous blood. He wobbled, his weight shifting forward on that one foot that supported his weight. The bull snorted in pain as that weight rolled forward, and over, and into his precious eggs. Only, they couldn't be -that- precious if he was letting them get squished, could they? He clenched that foor, and one of the fat eggs slid out to the side, and the bull gagged and sucked harder as his weight levered on top of his one nut.
Jinko brought that freshly trimmed leg down, and stomped it into the one egg that had slithered free. Howie buckled. Jinko lifted his other leg up, perching and shaving. Grinding down. As he finished his second leg, he felt the bull convulse under him.
His nuts stung with the force that the first splash of bull jizz slung onto them with.The foot came down from the bovine's shoulder. He stepped on that slender shaft. He pushed it down over those nuts, which bulged on either side, and the bull's orgasm wasted itself out on the floor, those fuzzy fox toes stroking either side of the root. More heavy slaps of bull scum skidded out along the floor,
"Aww, there you go, how was that?" He pulled Howie's wilted lips off of his erection, which still throbbing. "I was going to let you suck me off, all the way, but since you decided to go and shoot off?" He shrugged. The razor was stuffed onto the top of his locker, and he headed back towards the showers. "See ya."
Howard panted, slumping on the floor as the fox swaggered around the corner, the sound of running water heard. He closed his eyes, still heaving, his huge frame shuddering. The little fox knew how to play him. He blushed as he realized the ... eagerness with which he had given himself to the fox. He was going to have to slam some freshmen into lockers later.
The ground around him was covered in the blue fox fluff, and he almost absent-mindedly started to rake it into a pile. Scooping and sweeping it, he finally dug his thick fingers into it and grabbed a huge handful of it. He walked over to the shower, and dumped it into the trashcan.
Jinko burbled in surprise under the hot water. He had been so relaxed, revelling in the sensation of the water sluicing against his near-naked flesh, that he had not heard the other person enter the shower. He rubbed at his eyes, blinking through the steam, but there was nobody else there. And yet, he knew, he had felt a hand sliding down his back, through his thick fur. Only he didn't have fur there anymore. He felt again, this time two paws caressing up his legs, and another ruffling the back of his neck. He turned off the water, shuddering, shivering, his erection tapping against his belly.
"What the hell?"
He twisted, slamming his own back against the wall, and still, he felt warm paws wrap around a hip, another stroke his chest. The hot water superimposed over the sensation on his chest, and the fox's erection throbbed against his belly.
"Fuck! Howie!" He bolted from the shower, feet splashing through the wet floor as he stormed out into the locker room proper. Skidded to a stop, as the bull skimmed another pawful of the thick fur from the ground. Jinko felt a paw slide up his inner thighs at the same time, and he chirped unintelligibly. It was impossible!
The bull tossed it into the trash, and Jinko flopped against the locker as a feeling of an all over tickle crossed over him. "STOP!" Howie spun around, bruised nuts slapping one thigh. "Stop?? I'm not doing anything!"
Jinko shaked a pointing finger at the remaining fur on the ground. "But, it's like I can FEEL it! Like the fur, is still attached.... somehow!"Walking over, he stepped on the fur, grinding his foot delicately into the tile below, and grimaced as he felt something firm and warm press along the back of his neck. He pulled his foot off, and the pressure dissipated.
"What... kind of razor, IS this?" He took the solid, heavy brick of metal, holding it up, peering at it. There was no logo on it, no markings, nothing to indicate who made it or when. More startlingly, there was no extension cord. Or battery hatch. Or ports. "Howard, this whole situation, it's really starting to freak me out."
He put the shaver back in his locker, and closed the door. A Flash of blue flipped and tumbled to land on one peach fuzzed foot. It was soft fabric of some sort, and as Jinko picked it up, he got a flash of memory. Coach had tossed it at him earlier. He passed it along, bundling it into a wad and chucking it at Howard.
"Coach gave me those,but... eh... the color kind of clashes against my fur. You wear them. Coach says they'd help," he paused, snickering as Howie obediently began threading one hoof, and then the other, into the almost too small fabric, "... that they'd help 'tuck' things."
Howard pulled them up over his knobbed knees, and his thick, meaty haunches, pulling hard on the sides of the bikini briefs. The bull's balls were slid against, but the big melons couldn't fit in, and after struggling to follow the course of gravity, they gave up, flopping over the front. Between those huge stones and that sticky, wobbling bull cock, the blue swimsuit was completely hidden in the front.
"They don't seem to work," Howard mumbled.
"You're a real doofus," Jinko replied, and gave Howard a hand. Well, first he gave him a knock in the nuts, which, hanging over the edge of the swimsuit as they were, couldn't swing as easily as they should. The bull oofed, his cock twitching. The fox grabbed each of the bull's bulbs, and crushed them together. Howard wheezed.
"Now, pull your swim suit out so I can stuff these in." The bull's thick, stubby fingers scrabbled, trying to pry under the sleek, streamlined bathing suit, before finally grabbing enough purchase to pull it out. The fox peered in, at an angle, finding nothing but a narrow V of fabric with two suspiciously small slots in them. "Huh." He slid those balls down, gently cramming them against that second slot. "I don't know how he expected me to fit in these, let alone you, these things look incredibly- Whoops!"
The balls slid out of his grasp. Well, no. Slid was the wrong word. They were YANKED out of his grasp, and as the fox watched, they disappeared down into the swimsuit, into the second slow, which stretched like the mouth of a snake over first one, and then the second of the big nuts. Howard clenched and grunted, his dick rapidly flaring out into full erection as that slot gobbled his nuts down into them, seeming to suck on the neck of his pouch. Jinko was faster, though, and that rubbery, wobbly cock was yanked, and nearly bent in half. The smooth, pointed tip was speared down into the top slot, pouch, whatever, and after a second, it too slurped and gulped and seemed to pull Howard's dick down into it until it nursed on the bull's fuzzy sheath.
"Fascinating, I wonder what kind of material can do that?" The fox mused, before giving the bull an experimental knee in the crotch. THUMP!
Howie released the waistband with a grunt, but his ears flickered forward, rather than back.
"Jinko, that... didn't even hurt. It must have some sort of shielding material in it, to protect... why are you laughing?"
Jinko leaned against the locker, bracing himself and holding his belly as he laughed and laughed. The bull found out why as he looked down at himself, seeing the swimsuit. It was flush against his groin. Not his crotch. His Groin. It was like his balls and cock were completely gone. He stroked over the front of the swimsuit, as Jinko walked around behind him. He couldn't feel them. No, he could FEEL them, hanging, gripped, snugly wrapped up in some stretchy fabric, but he couldn't -feel- them with his fingers. It was like they weren't even attached to him. Only he knew they were. It confused the big, dumb bull, who was already two or three orgasms from thinking coherently.
Jinko was thinking -quite- coherently, though, and found exactly what he was looking for. Not the bull's nads, who cared about those. No, he found the straps that came out from the side of the bull's hips, just behind the bones. He grasped them, and lifting a foot, braced it on Howard's butt. He yanked on both of them, and a good four inches of slack mysterious appeared from the slots that the straps extruded from. He pulled them together, to tie them, but found to his surprise that the ends melded together like plastic. They fused into a solid smooth strap, which melted into the swim suit, so that there was nothing left to toy or play with, figuratively AND literally.
Jinko smirked as he walked back around, and rapped on the soft, smooth, featureless groin of the bull, who seemed to be trying to hide it from view with his big paws.
"You look GREAT, Howard! You could totally try out for the cheerleading team, if football doesn't pan out," the fox grinned. "I don't know what Coach was thinking when he gave those to me. I'm so glad I didn't put them on. Can you imagine? Being stuck in a bathing suit with no way to get at your crotch?" He whistled lowly, and gave his still stiff cock a smooth stroke, if only to make the bull whimper. "I guess you're in a bit of a pickle. Good luck getting out of it!"
"But, Jinko, wait, you can't leave me like this! What will I do??" The bull wailed.
"Well, you can go have Coach look you over, if you want, but..personally? I'd try to find some baggy pants so that you can hide that you look like a girl now, down below." He winked to his friend, and after pulling on a pair of his ratty gray bicycle shorts, the fox left his friend to ponder his fate.
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The water tried to stop the blue fuzzed fox, tried to block and stifle and overwhelm the vulpine, but it had nothing to grab onto. Jinko cleaved through the pool, strong, firm strokes propelling him closer and closer to the opposite wall. It streamed across his naked skin, making him giddy with delight, the water senuously raking with invisible fingers over his near naked form. Truth be told, Jinko wouldn't have minded one bit if he Was naked. He loved the feel of the water against his naked cock, like a very loose, sloppy blowjob. It's one of the things he'd never gotten, but always wanted, a blow job under water.
The concrete wall interrupted his thoughts, and nearly interrupted his brain, as the fox careened into it. It had came at him faster than it usually did, he thought he would have three, maybe four strokes left at least. His forearm slammed down on it, and he instinctively pulled his head back, kicking upwards. He launched himself up out of the water, and grasped onto the concrete rim, panting lightly. His tail flicked, the thick blue fur sluicing underneath, a magnificent cobalt serpent.
Coach peered down at him, his gaze flicking back to that swinging tail, and then to the fox who regained his breath below him. "Better, Jinko, only twenty five seconds. Not good enough, though."
"Aww, come on, Coach, eight seconds in one day is a BIG improvement!"
"The only improvement I see is in your hygiene." He helped the fox out of the water, then slapped him on one muscular shoulder. With so much fur gone, and with the remaining fuzz wetted down, the fox jock's underlying musculature was extremely apparent. More looks than usual followed the blue fox into the locker room, the coach following. "Why aren't you wearing those swim trunks I gave you? Those were very hard to come by, and Very expensive."
"Yeah, I gathered as much. One of my friends put them on, as a joke, and before we could take them off they sorta, I dunno, sealed up?" He eyes the coach, smirking, and tossing his soggy towel to Howard, who true to suggestion was sulking around in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants. The bull caught it and sullenly carried it over to the towel bin, the coach following the bovine with his eyes, as if trying to figure something out.
"Which friend?" He demanded, turning his attention back to the fox, who was pushing his own swimsuit down, nakedizing himself for the gym coach. Something wet and gurgly sounding bubbled out from the tiger's torso, and he folded his arms over his chest.
"Oh, I forget. Why, does it matter? Look, Coach, Just gimme another day or two to practice. Shaving off all my fur was pretty dramatic, I have to recalibrate my swim-ometer, make sure everything's in tip top condition. Yanno?" He gave his sheath a stroke, or maybe two, as he talked.
"Yeah, I have a pretty good feeling what you mean by calibrating, and that's what I need to talk to you about. You gotta get your head back into swimming, and your hands out of your pants. Unless you ACTIVELY want to win the swim meet, you're not going to get better. You can rice out a Honda Civic but if you don't get the oil changed, it's still a shitty car. Do you understand?"
"Well, I resent being compared to a Honda, Coach, but, yeah, I understand. I'll... try harder, okay? Besides, I have another idea, something else that'll help improve my time. So, toodaloo, go do your Coachy stuff, and let me do my swimmy stuff. See you tomorrow."
Coach gawked, for a bit. Pulling his shoulders up, his eyes narrowed, and he stalked back to his office. Jinko had only a few seconds of time to gloat before a huge paw grabbed his shoulder and twisted him around.
"Jinko, you -gotta- help me!" the bull whimpered. "Someone's been ... playing with my junk."
"I can see how that would be a problem," Jinko replied, opening his locker. The shaver was still there, gleaming, shiny, waiting.
"No, I mean, I can feel someone, they were playing with my dick and stuff, but I have no idea who it was. They, like, were jerking me off, n stuff. And now, I don't know why, or how, but it's like my junk is laying somewhere, like a piece of wood or something. Just laying there, and I can feel a breeze on it. Oh, man, my nuts itch so bad and I can't even touch them! Please, you gotta help me, man!"
Jinko didn't pay much attention to his friend's blabbering. He took the shaver down, turned it on. Not a sound heard. The faintest of hums, shivering against the meat of his hand, as he held it up. "Well, I can't help your junk, but I have an idea for something to help distract you from it." The fox grinned, brightly, and glanced down to his own dangling maleness. He bit his lower lip, and scooped his nuts up in one paw, lifting them against the underside of his sheath. His thumb folded over the top. His dick, which even in his softest state, jutted a few inches out over his sheath, was already firming, swelling and growing out from inside.
Howard whined, rubbing at the scratchy gray polyester of his pants. "What? How?"
"Well," Jinko said, squeezing and rubbing at his maleness, which was now blatantly, obnoxiously, juttingly erect and aiming at the bull's belly. "I was thinking of doing something like... this."
He pushed the shaver down, along his belly, following an imaginary treasure trail. Only he didn't stop, or swerve, or anything. He pushed it right down into the blue sheath, and closed his eyes. The tickling was incredible, the shiverying, relentless blades prying into his flesh. He pushed down, harder, though it didn't feel that any force was needed. He felt flesh tickle and worry and separate without any pain, without any resistance, as those blades, those certainly MAGICAL blades carved his package free from his groin,
Jinko felt the weight increase in his hand, as his hefty package comes loose and free in his paw. It was a dense, warm weight, the flesh loose and soft. He arched his back, feeling the knotted cock in his paw spasm, and tossed the flesh to the bull, casting it away from himself. Howard snagged it easily out of the air, grabbing the throbbing shaft firmly, the pouched lemons slapping against his wrist, hard. Jinko nnfed, it felt like he had just been cuffed between the legs. They weren't between his legs anymore, though.
The air caressed, tickled them as the bull swung the fox's intact package around, staring at it aghast. "Jinko, this is your... oh man, your dick, it's cut off!"
"Not quite!" the fox grinned back, reaching down to touch where it used to hang from his groin. The flesh was smooth there, a white patch of skin, with a ribbed texture. Like the loops of a fingertip, only completely straight. Jinko peered again at the razor, and true enough, he saw that the little blades were the same distance apart as the ridges were on his smooth spot. "Hmmm. It's cut off, but it's still there." He winked to the large bull. "Kind of like yours. Only you can still PLAY with mine."
The blue fox moved back towards the showers, leaving the bull to freely handle his shorn genitalia. There was a mirror over the sinks, fogged around the edges with the last steam from the other swimmers' showers. He stared into it, lifting the softly whirring razor up, holding it under his chin. He licked his lips, his tongue feeling dry, leathery. Lifted the razor up, and pressed the humming utensil against the side of his skull, at his jawbone.
Jinko slid the razor up, up, along the curve of his skull. He could feel the tingles of the tips of his fur as it was trimmed off, and then the much more intense sensation of his ear being chewed into by the magical blades. He watched, as the trimmer slid up and through his big triangular ear. His ears flicked, automatically, at the intense tickling sensation, and the loose corner flapped, a loose ship's sail. The bull's dry, thick fingers handled his cock, wrapping around that knot that was already thickening, giving it a squeeze. He felt his nuts being pulled at, away from his groin, or rather his cock. Stretched low, tight and heavy.
His ear came off, sliding forward, over his eye, down along his snout. It slid off to the side, and he felt it thwap against the counter of the sink. Immediately he slid the razor over, and sheared through the other ear as well, the one with the still fresh piercing in it. The weight pulled it down, so that as he carved through it, the separated flesh pulled away from his skull. He gasped as it fell down onto the counter, on top of the other. "Mother Fucker.."
He grabbed the ears, and ran into the locker room, skipping, bouncing gleefullly to the stupefied looking bull. "Oh, I know how I'm going to win this competition, Howard!"
As Jinko whispered his plan into his friend's ear, the bull's expression shifted from stupefaction, to wonderment, to skepticism, and then back to stupefaction.
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The swimmers were stretching, pacing, and talking to each other. Jinko's new look was apparently a hit; the otters couldn't stop from rubbing and touching his sleek, earless, bulgeless body. He dismissed the incredulous suggestions that he had had a sex change, laughing at flipping his blue fuzzed paw back and forth to wave off the interested co-swimmers. If he was trying to unnerve them with his smooth, bulgeless crotch, he had made a strong point - several of the swimmers turned away from the crowd of spectators, moving to adjust their own equipment. Was it because they were subconciously 'checking the inventory' or just trying to hide their erections? Nobody seemed as interested in the normally provocative action, so fascinated with the modified fox were they.
Howard was in the stands, with the others, his big heavy frame perched in the upper right, in the corner, as if to be as far away from everyone as possible. His fingers twisted and twined together, as the little black sack perched on top of his baggy cargo shorts rested, warm, bulging and occasionally twitching. Was anyone watching? He glanced to his left, to his nearest neighbor. It was Vorlan, the coach's son, and the young feline was glancing back at him. Smiling like he knew something. Howard's ears flattened back and to the side, trying to look composed.
Down at the pool, Jinko had a little bag of his own. He was talking to one of the judges, gesturing around, and finally nodding and smiling. He walked around the bleachers, that bag slapping against his thigh, and Howard admired how sleek the trimmed, nearly nude body looked under the bright gym lights. Even with everyone watching, without his ears, and without his junk, the fox still radiated more confidence and sex appeal than, well, more than anyone else Howard knew. His breath hitched, just at the entrance to his lungs, as the fox pulled a potted plant, revealing an electrical outlet. Opening the bag, letting the black velvet drop to the tiled floor, Jinko bent over to plug it in.
"What's he doing?" the tiger asked Howard, now sitting right next to him. Howard grabbed the similarly colored sac in his lap and moved it away from the tiger's paw, that was resting on his big thigh.
"Oh. Um... Hmmm, I dunno..." the bull lied, making a show of peering at the fox, who had the razor in both hands. "I think he's, uh... trimming the fur on his throat."
"What? I can't really see anything, why did he have to hide behind that potted plant..." The tiger leaned further to the right, lifting that paw to rest on the bull's chest, and then ahhing as he got a view. "What in the, he's ... no, he can't be... is he.. is he really?"
He was. Hidden behind the partition, Jinko had decided to make his most daring and risque augmention yet. The humming buzzing shaver softly cleaved through fur and skin, burrowed through veins and ground it's way against cartiledge. It hummed and purred through muscle and bone, and then, finally, Jinko's final removal was complete. The fox's blue, earless skull bent forward, then sagged, then finally fell, fell right into the open paw that waited to catch it.
"Holllllly shiiiiiiiiit!" The tiger yelled, immediately fumbling for his phone to take pictures. The sentiment was echoed again - and then again and again, too multitudinously to be able to process all at once, as the blue, headless, fur-less, cockless fox strutted right back into the swim team, carrying his head in his two hands. The razor had been left against the wall, and Howard made a note to pick it up after the match was over.
What a sight the fox made, the head held high over...shoulders, the fox's neck stump smooth and strangely, almost erotic looking, the neck sloping up to a soft-looking cap that almost looked like an un-erect phallus. Howard shook his head as the fox strutted past the now dumbstruck other swimmers, the otters not even looking to touch him now, all of them jaw dropped as they stared. There was no blood, of course, and the head was apparently alive, as the eyes moved around, glancing from person to person, soaking up the awe and attention. The lips peeled back in a smirk as the body walked up to the trophies that had yet to be distributed... and softly nestled the detached head on top of the outstretched, golden arms of the first place trophy. Jinko had, in his own way, claimed that trophy for himself.
The crowd went WILD, and Howard let out a sigh of relief as the judges, who had moments before looked... pissed, really, glanced around in surprise. One of them was thumbing furiously through a rule book, presumable for the rulings on voluntary amputations and body modifications, and another was fanning herself, just staring at the head of a fox that grinned and winked back at her from only a few feet away. The coach, for his part, was missing. Odd that he would not be around on such a momentous occasion, but Howard had the feeling that he was nearby.
Jinko headed back to the head of the pool, where the other swimmers pointedly avoided talking to him. It would have been hard making conversation with someone without a mouth, anyways. They looked, though, looks of strained disconcertment on their varispecied faces, trying to understand WHAT the HELL the fox had just done to himself. Was it permanent? Did it hurt? Was he a zombie now? The questions they thought were being asked out loud by the audience all around them. The louder ones dissolved into the murmurs that surrounded them, until the whole gymnasium hummed with the soft droning whispers.
The slap of the rule book got everyone's attention, and the pudgy raccoon who had been examining the rules shook his head sadly. "There's no ruling, one way or another. Since it's not... against the rules to remove your head, it would seem that Jinko will be allowed to compete in the competition. I can't believe that I had to look that up."
Howard glanced over at the tiger, who seemed as engrossed as everyone else in the imminent swimming match. The swimmers were lining up, getting into position and doing their little lunging jump things. Howard had to prepare, as well, and, sure that he was not being observed, he slowly undid the drawstring on the bag in his lap. His thick fingers slid into the soft, velvetty bag, and encountered another soft, velvetty bag. He glanced over, swallowing nervously, and began to tug and pull the soft pouch out of the pouch that held it. A heavy weight dragged rudderlike behind it, and with a flop into his lap, Jinko's soft, blue shaft and testicles lay, superimposed, in the area where his own used to rest. He quickly covered them with his paws, scooping and cradling them up.
The starting gun startled Howard so much that he thought - for one panic ridden moment - that he had thrown his hands into the air. How the rest of the gym would have handled a shorn cock and nutsack flying and flopping through the air like some wingless bird, though, will never be known, as the bull was fast enough to bring his paws to his mouth.
The ten swimmers jumped free of the edge of the pool, breaking and skimming through the surface, each one arching and straining for the other end of the pool. At the same time, the bull arched and strained for the other end of Jinko's junk, having just slammed the length of his pudgy thick dick into his mouth. He kept his hands clamped onto the end of his muzzle, those fat nuts just not quite able to be crammed in along side the rest of his buddy's meat.
Jinko was having the time of his life. The water streamed down over his naked body rushing in smooth, rippling waves. And he was watching it from above. He breathed deeply, not having to struggle to get his mouth above water, instead just breathing as if he were running a marathon. He could feel the water caressing, and could See it, too.
It was amazing. Up in the corner, Howard was chowing down on his dick, sucking and slurping on it, and Jinko could feel That, too. The warm, hot mouth, so different than the cool, omnipresent water, caressed almost angrily against his surging foxhood. He could feel himself prying down into that willing throat, even as his body penetrated down the length of the pool, carving it's way through the thick water, towards where the judges - and his own head - waited to award the winner. Jinko was overwhelmed, totally engulfed in the euphoric high of swimming and getting blown at the same time.
That's when he knotted.
Howard must have been too excited about what he was doing, must have forgotten about the knot, and had gulped the whole of the fox's dick down into his herbivorous throat. The fox grunted as that powerful muscular channel crushed and gripped his knotted meat, and the fox's eyes crossed. His stroking broke it's stride, the headless body careening off to the side, intercepting with one of the otters from before. He tried to untangle himself, but that squeezing rubbing tugging was so complete, so intense. He started to spurt.
He was cumming.
The fox's legs locked up, the body sinking down into the water, twitching spasmodically, as the fox keened softly. No no no, it wasn't supposed to be like this! He peered frantically upwards, to Howard in the stands, and realized in shock what was happening. Howard was grasping his throat, back arched. He was choking.
This wasn't how it was supposed to go at all! He stared back at the approaching swimmers, the fox's body now a distant last place. Even as he watched, mentally willing him to stay back, to stay away... one of the other otters slapped the concrete wall, winning the swim meet. Jinko closed his eyes. Fuck.
Howard hadn't expected his throat to suddenly get pinched off by the fox's swollen knot. It had slipped too far down - in his urge to get Everything in, he had forgotten that it wasn't attached to anything, and had the root of Jinko's dick almost past his tonsils when it suddenly clogged up. He realized suddenly that he didn't even have hold of the fox's nuts - they were in his mouth, snuggled between two rows of fat, thick, smooth grass crushing molars. He tried to snag and tug at them with his fingers, but the thick, smooth digits couldn't find any purchase. He felt the whole length twitching and throbbing, those nuts tightening even further, threatening to slide down after that locked up foxcock.
He tried to get them again, glancing over to the tiger, who was so close by. He glanced to the tiger's sleek feline fingers... he'd be able to help. But then he would know what the bull was doing. Then Everyone would know. He would have whimpered, if he could get any breath through his throat.
He was getting light headed, now, though, and he could see from mess down at the pool that Jinko had failed at the swim meet. Even as he watched, the trophy - with the fox's head still propped on it - was handed to the winning otter, and people began to stream down from the bleachers, to congratulate the swimmers and to help the flailing blue headless fox from the water.
He turned back to the tiger, to find himself nose to nose with the handsome young feline.
"Shhh," the feline said, and a paw curled against the back of the bull's head. "I know you're gay, Howard. You forget how sensitive our noses are." He purred, slipping in and nuzzling against the struggling, straining, blue lips of the bull. "You should have done a better job cleaning you jizz off the locker room floor. Don't even try to stop me."
Then the tiger kissed him.Sucking and licking and kissing deep, the bull clutching the tiger close. He was unable to speak, so he could only hope and pray for the feline's discretion when he realized what he had in his mouth.
Apparently the feline didn't mind too much, as he felt the cat's body press tighter, a thick purr rumbling through that body as the sleek striped head pressed further between his lips. sucking and licking, and he was sure, absolutely sure that he just felt that knot tug the Other way from his throat. He felt his arms going limp as the oxygen burned out through, the bull rapidly beginning to lose conciousness.
Jinko's orgasm was pretty much over, the fox having lost the swim match, but he would be able to compete again next month. He was going to be okay. He was embarassed, but he was okay. He had been 'awarded' to the otter who had won, but he was okay. He was being passed around from swimmer to spectator and back again, but that was okay too - actually, that was kind of fun. WHEEE!
But someone was also chewing on his ball-sack. That was NOT okay. He couldn't see the stands, couldn't see what was going on with howard, but he could definitely feel dagger like teeth gnawing and tugging at his soft scrotum, pulling and tugging. It didn't hurt, but the longer it went on, the more intense it got. Soon he could feel whoever- it was gnawing over one of his fat kiwis, the fox grimacing at the intense sensation. He was passed from scaled paw to furry, to thick fist, to slender, perfumed fingers. Finally someone gripped the sides of his head like a basketball, and he felt himself tugged and pulled away from the crowd. He went to follow, but his body was being pinned down, held down and rubbed and played with. His other nut was being chewed on now, too, the mouth that they were in hotter, wetter, tighter than the bull's long smooth muzzle. Teeth pressed into the neck of his sac, and he felt the intensely erotic draw of that thick knot and cock being tugged out of the bull's slack throat. He felt the rush of cold air against his puffy, swollen dick, and then the soft velvet of that bag he had been nestled in, slid up and drawn tight just behind his knot. And then he felt the strong, firm, crushing pinch along the neck of his sac... and he couldn't feel that hot mouth on his nuts, anymore. The dazed fox could do nothing but blink up at the burly coach that carried his head away from the crowd, eyes glazed and only half coherent as the tiger grinned down at his captive swimmer.
He had... been castrated. He thought. For real, maybe. He wasn't sure. His body was being pinched and played with, and he had no idea who by.
"I hadn't planned on you finding the razor, Jinko. I'll have to reprimand my son for sneaking it out of my den without my permission. I can only imagine, by your slack jawed expression, that you just realized his ultimate plan. I can't really blame him, of course - he's wanted your nuts since the first time you flaunted them past him in your freshman year."
The tiger chuckled, as he went into his office, locking the door behind himself. Moving to sit behind his desk, he placed the fox's head on the wooden surface in front of him.
"But you weren't supposed to lose your head until AFTER the competition." He opened a drawer to his left, and pulled out what looked like a long, pink, thick worm, with two fat waterballoons hanging just behind it. "Gotta thank you for getting your friend Howard to get those briefs on for me, though. Not sure how I was gonna get away with snagging HIS junk." He petted the soft pink worm, lazily, softly, and they both watched silently as it swelled slightly at the caress. Then he opened his other desk drawer, the one on the right hand side, the big one used for file folders. Peering back up at to the two were the heads of several other students. The smoothly sheered skulls of a red fox and a purple hyena blinked up at the interruption, their noses awkwardly smashed together as they kissed each other. And beside them, a white fox's head with a blue raccoon's thief masked peered up, a pink bubble of gum popping against his lips at the surprise.
"Well well, my little treats, you have a new friend..." He took the blue fox skull and lowered it down, nestling it against the coon-fox's lips. "his name is Jinko, and he'll be staying for a while."
The coach slid the door closed, and leaned back in his chair, grinning and picking that long thick bull dick from the desk. His tummy rumbled in appreciation of the potential snack he held, and the tiger patted it. "In due time, big guy, in due time."
Epilogue
Howard survived the near suffocation via foxmeat, and grew to enjoy being a sexless bottom bitch for pretty much any of the other athletes in his small midwestern college.
Vorlan enjoyed his little snack, having never had 'blue berries' before and finding them quite to his liking. He kept Jinko's cock, bringing it out to pleasure himself with - or, occasionally, using it to pleasure some stud he had lured back to his room with promises of a fun time.
Jinko's body, after his head went missing, was auctioned off at a fundraiser to raise awareness of Missing Head Syndrome, a peculiar condition that only seemed to occur to handsome males on the swim team of this college. Over five thousand dollars was finally spent, and the body is now getting a lot of attention... and use... at Master Drake's Sex Bar, mostly in the backroom.
Jinko's head was kept alongside his three new 'friends' in the swim coach's desk drawers, being brought out to 'service' the coach - or one of his friends, occasionally. Once a month they would be taken out on a field trip around the campus, sometimes to the bowling alley, sometimes to the aquarium or the beach. It's amazing how cheap scuba diving is when you only need a round fish bowl to do it!
Charn had a delicious tube steak with baked potatoes for dinner.
And they All lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER!