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The doors to the elevator closed shut. Linus swallowed hard, still slightly weak at the knees as he ascended up towards the rooms of the hotel. Up, up, ever higher. It had all been rather sudden and he wasn't sure how to take it from here. The fox glanced over to his companion, so calm and composed now. The energy and passion of the dancefloor they had left behind seemed so far away when it had in fact only been a few moments ago that she had grabbed his waist, pulled him close, and informed him that they were going up to her room. She was a bull terrier, average height, average build, with a shock of white-blonde headfur that she wore asymetrically down one side of her head. A low-cut vest top hinted at the curves beneath while displaying ample cleavage, her shoulders squared off by a long sleeved mens shirt, worn open. A thick, black leather collar, no tags, with a chunky silver buckle was the only decorative item she wore. She leaned back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, arm brushing lightly against his and she caught his eye with a smirk.

It was a warm spring evening, and the convention was in full swing. The party had kicked off and could still be heard even as they moved further and further away, the bassline pounding throughout the hotel building. That was where they had met. Linus had always thought himself a fairly confident guy, pretty outgoing, but that was nothing compared to his friend Morgan. She had a reputation for getting up to all sorts of mischief both in and out of the bedroom and had a constant desire for adventure. The doberman girl had persuaded him to join her and a few other friends at the convention that year, promising him a good time and having detailed all of the events, parties and panels that would be going on throughout the weekend. He signed up and purchased his ticket, shared hotel room costs with friends and squashed in the back of a car while they road-tripped to the venue together. It was an average geeky convention of the sort you find the world over. Anime, manga, videogames, T.V, movies and comics were all running themes, with costumed patrons and nerdy references as far as the eye could see. It was the first night of the event and they had all attended the opening party, drinks were consumed and dancing ensued. Morgan had been teasing him all the way up to the event that she would find him a hook-up, but he had just brushed it off as she was very often all bark and no bite.

However, here they were. He had been dancing, when out of the blue he'd bumped into the bull terrier girl who was dancing beside him. His memory was foggy, blurred by the drink and the party atmosphere, but he was sure he'd caught sight of Morgan grinning over at him from the bar. The rest was a glorious blur. The terrier girl was forward, clearly interested in the fox, and flashed him a toothy grin of her own as they had danced together. He was by no means a wallflower, but was a little taken aback by her intensity, deciding to just follow her lead. They had shared more than a few passionate kisses, and she had lured him over to the bar after miming the act of drinking, pressing up against him as she ordered yet more beverages of dubious alcoholic content. He was unashamedly aroused, and opened himself up to the touching, the kissing and the grinding as they continued to dance. Now that they were away from the crowd and the music though, and the sobering facts of how he had gotten where he was were slowly penerating through the alcoholic fuzz, he found himself a little nervous.

The elevator stopped, and the couple stepped out into the corridor. She walked, he followed, to what must have been her room. The credit-card style door key was slipped into its slot, removed, and the door opened. Inside was dark, after all it was the middle of the night and the curtains were closed. The dull thudding of the party below was just about audible. Linus stepped cautiously into the room, he'd lost sight of the girl who had strode ahead. The door closed, and just as the light from the corridor was completely blocked out, he felt her again. She had stepped forward, taking him again in another rough, surprise kiss, and kept on pushing until he had his back to the door. Her body was against his again. He was lean and hard, and his paws quickly went to her hips as her soft yet firm stomach pressed against his. It wasn't his mind but seemingly his groin that noticed first that her breasts were pressed up against his chest. He could smell her now, hot from the dancing and the crowd, her scent thick and sweet and female. She was letting him touch whatever he wanted, but she was calling all of the shots.

"Can you do as you're told?" The kiss broke as suddenly as it had started, and she spoke quietly and firmly, almost into his mouth which still remained partly open. It was the first time he had heard her speak, and her voice was low. She had an English accent. He realised she had asked him a question and he nodded. He didn't really think it through but right now he would agree to anything she wanted. She didn't say anything else, their eyes had both adjusted to the darkness enough for her to catch his silent agreement, and she leant forwards and upwards into another passionate kiss. Her paws were at his sides, one curling around to grope his rear while the other moved to his stomach and under his shirt. Her hips were pressed against his. He found himself grinding forward into them out of habit and was roughly shoved backward in retaliation.

"You're gonna have to curb that enthusiasm." She purred into his mouth, lips spread in another grin, her voice pleasant yet firm. He swallowed, shaking his head lightly to try and dissipate the alcoholic fog a little more, as he felt he probably needed his wits about him for this one. The paw on his stomach went south, dull canine clawtips dragging over the waistband of his jeans. A sharp intake of breath as she cupped the bulge at his groin, she hummed her pleasure at what she had found with another sly smile. He had to be honest, he'd been back and forth through various stages of arousal ever since she had started dancing with him. It had abated slightly as they had left for her room, but it was back with a vengance. His erection was almost painful at this point, and he knew she must be able to feel his need as she stroked him through the thick denim material.

Just as his eyes had fluttered closed as he lost himself in both the pleasure of the stimulation to his crotch through his jeans and the struggle to control himself to prevent another subconscious movement against her paws, she withdrew. His heart was in his throat as she took hold of his paw and they moved to the bed that stood in the center of the small hotel room. She had obviously opted for a better quality suite than him as the bed was large and plush. He fell to the covers first with a gentle push and rolled onto his back, scooting backwards up the bed as she got to her paws and knees on top of him. A small voice in the back of his head, harking back to primal days, was trying to indicate to him that she had assumed a predatory position, and what little light there was in the room glinted off of the buckle on her collar and caused her small eyes to sparkle. Eyes which were focused on his like a snake moving in on a helpless mouse, hypnotizing. The same little voice picked up on the fact that she seemed to have a much clearer head than he did. He registered everything that it was saying but was struggling to pay it much attention as her head met his and he found himself drawn into another kiss. She was straddling his hips, and it took everything in his power not to grind his arousal upwards between her spread legs.

"I know what you want.." came the voice again, softly, the bull terrier looking down at the fox. She was on her knees and elbows, one paw gently brushing his headfur from his eyes with its fingertips. Everything about her read "control", from her tone to her body language, and he found himself compelled to obey. He didn't know why, but he felt in his core that obedience meant reward. "I know what you want and I'm going to give it to you. But you have to be good."

Before he really had a chance to consider her words he was nodding eagerly. "I'll be good.. I will...!" His voice was breathy and strained, but he'd obviously said the right things as she made a pleased sound and kissed his cheek.

"Good boy.."

He gasped as she started to grind her hips against his. Her legs spread, the soft spot between them bearing down on the solid mound beneath his jeans. His mind went immediately to what lay beneath her clothes, and he imagined plunging deep, deep inside of the girl, filling her up entirely with flesh and semen. He swallowed hard again, biting at his lower lip and gripping at the bedsheets either side of them both to control himself. She chuckled and eased up on her grinding. "Very, very good..."

The terrier girl leant back, putting her weight on her knees as she sat upright. She shrugged off the shirt and he got a better look at her figure with the baggy, shapeless garment removed. Squared shoulders, large breasts, with a pudgy middle leading to wide, round hips. She rose slightly on her knees, paws going to the fastenings of her own jeans, unbuttoning and rolling them down. He kept still, watching her undress atop him, his eyes following her paws as they went to his waist now, working on the belt and fastenings there. She moved fast, and with some maneuvering his jeans were yanked open and her paws were resting on his boxers beaneath. She massaged at his swollen member, long since having pushed out from its sheath and leaking no small amount of precum into the surrounding fabric. The paws were gentle and teased just enough to be pleasurable without testing his limits too much. He blinked a few times and roused from his hazy lapse into pleasurable fuzz as she spoke again.

"You're going to make me cum." She leant forward again, giving the tip of his nose a lick. "And you're NOT going to cum yourself."

His heart plummetted. How on earth did she expect him to do that? Before he could comprehend the various intricacies of his predicament, she had hugged him tightly and rolled over. He found himself looking down at the terrier who had curled her legs around him with a grin. He didn't remember her slipping out of her jeans at all, and he was starting to realize that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Had she ever been wearing any? His dick gave a throb of indignant fury against the confines of his boxers. It was obvious she was letting him get down to business and was stroking her clawed fingertips through the headfur at the back of his head very patiently. The smile on her face was one of mixed sadism and pleasure. With a slightly trembling paw he reached down to hook a thumb over the waistband of his underwear, tugging them down to allow the contents to spill out unceremoniously. The scent rising from between her spread legs finally reached his nose and his eyes rolled back, eyes part-closing as he inhaled deeply.

"I'm ready, don't be gentle."

The assuring words drove him forward, the permission to skip any and all foreplay and get down the act of fucking. No gradual easing-in, no gentle caressing or kisses. The pointed tip of his member found her lips moist and waiting, sliding in with minimal resistance. He bit his bottom lip again, clenched his eyes shut tightly, and bore down. Inch after agonizing inch. Her paws clutched tightly at his shoulders as he buried himself completely, moaning as she took his full length in one swift movement. She had of course been brought to equally various levels of arousal by the events that had unfolded that evening. The fox was a handsome specimen, Morgan had been right about that, and so well behaved. He obviously was not used to having to control himself so much, and his struggle and eventual submission was like sexual catnip to her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and professed her approval and pleasure with another low moan. Moans turned to gasps as he withdrew, his own arms curling around her as he began the onslaught of plunging continuously into her warm, tight depths. Her inner walls were like electric velvet, and they clenched tightly around his slick, red shaft as it penetrated over and over. He was concentrating, thinking of every horrible, non-sexual, sobering thing he possibly could to hold back his orgasm. Cold showers. Trips to the dentist. Doing the laundry. Baseball. His balls were screaming their protest, tight and full and desperate to flood the terrier girl with his seed. Shaking his head to eradicate these treasonous thoughts, he continued his task, spurred on by his partners heavy breathing, moans of pleasure and squirming beneath him. She was getting wetter and wetter, the friction of her inner walls becoming less and less noticeable as her slick juices drooled down his shaft and smeared the boxer shorts around the base of his member.

"Ngh... so.. so good. Such a good boy.. keep going.. don't stop!"

He paused only slightly to get better purchase on the bedsheets, as he went in for the kill. Kicking his pace into high speed, he gripped the bull terrier tightly as he fucked her hard. Each time his shaft accidentally withdrew too far and was nearly completely removed, it plunged back in with no difficulty in finding its way, assaulting her hungry, needy pussy with hard, fast thrusts. He could feel her start to tremble, her moans getting louder and more breathy. The dull claws at the tips of her fingers were dragging over his shoulder blades through his shirt and she called out to whichever gods would listen as her orgasm snuck up and washed over her like a wave. His breath caught in his throat as he felt the sudden gush of juices around his member, body shuddering as her inner walls started clenching tighter, milking his dick for an orgasm he couldn't allow. Grunting loudly, only pausing to regain his focus, he continued a slow, steady pace as she rode out her climax and started to relax, panting heavily. It was only after the grip she had on his shoulders receeded and she hummed pleasurably into his ears that he stopped, collapsing into her arms and nuzzling the underside of her jaw as she licked at his ears. His body was struggling with feelings of pride and desire, and he felt it best to just lie still for the moment lest he betray himself.

"Mmmm... Well done." She chirred softly, grinning as she clenched around his shaft and caused him to twitch with a gasp. Without letting him rest and catch his breath, she shifted out and away from beneath him, leaving him to roll onto his back and stare up at the ceiling of the hotel room. He didn't much care where she'd gone as the internal battle of will continued within him, feeling the cool breeze from the air conditioning of the room flow across his still engorged member, slick and glistening. Squirming slightly he freed himself from his shorts and jeans entirely, kicking them off onto the floor by the bed. He closed his eyes and focused on regaining control over his breathing, ears twitching at the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing. He felt her presence on the bed again as the weight caused him to lean toward her on the mattress.

"I'm a girl of my word.." a paw on his dick, gently stroking it, the fur becoming matted by the residual fluids. "Now it's your turn, but I'm not sure it'll be what you are expecting." Before Linus had much time to register what she had said, his eyes opened in a mixture of confusion and shock as a cold smear of lubricant against his tailhole brought him suddenly back into the reality of the moment. She had wriggled her way between his legs and as he looked down, noticed the hardware strapped around her hips and crotch.

"W-wait.. what-..!?" He tried to resist, to protest the events that were about to transpire, and was gently shushed by the now entirely naked female who was pulling herself on top of him once more. She continued shushing, as if placating a complaining child, and he fell silent, staring wide-eyed up into those of his partner. One fingertip, still slightly damp from having touched his still-wet shaft, pressed up against his lips to enforce the silence. It smelled fantastic. He had never been on the receiving end of anal sex before and was rather unsure as to how he felt about the situation, but found himself submitting again to the powerful female.

The tip of the dildo strapped to her crotch found his tailhole, and in contrast to his own careless penetration of her pussy earlier, she was gentle and took his discomfort into consideration. By no means was she going to stop of course, but she did want him to enjoy himself, and rubbed the tip of the toy against his tailhole, coating it liberally in the lubrication she had smeared there. It was a basic, six inch toy with a head, smooth shaft, and a slight canine knot before the base. The entire thing was designed as a beginner's toy, not too wide, not too detailed, but designed to hit the right spots. Removing her fingertip, she pressed herself close to the fox and kissed him gently, carefully, with less of the fire from before and more emotion. Control and protection emanated from her, and his initial fears subsided. Sensing his relaxation and acceptance, her hips pressed forward and the tip of the toy pushed into his rear. He gasped into her mouth and she felt his still-erect member twitch against her stomach, sandwiched between them both. The head of the toy slid inside the fox with a slight pop, eliciting a soft moan, and she bucked back and forth slightly to cause the ridged head of the toy to draw in and out of his rear. She was warming him up, ensuring he was ready for what would follow, and once she felt enough time had passed, she kissed him again as the smooth shaft of the dildo begain pressing up and into the tight, virgin pucker of his ass. His body stiffened at the strange, alien sensation. Looking up into the soft eyes of the terrier girl, he searched for signs of danger but found only compassion. It was all going so well until the tip of the toy found the sweet spot, pressing up against it with enough force as to cause his eyes to widen with a sharp intake of breath.

The bull terrier rested her head next to his, and breathed into his ear as she started pumping her hips back and forth. "Now... cum for me.. I want you to cum for me as hard as I came earlier."

He didn't need much encouragement, but the permission caused an almost euphoric rush of relief. His legs curled up and locked tightly around her waist as she pounded the toy into his ass and he lost himself in the new and glorious sensation. The toy was designed to target and massage the prostate, and it did so very well. Seek and destroy. His dick oozing precum and generally making a mess between their bodies. The terrier started drawing back less and less, bucking forward harder and harder, she wanted the fox to take the knot... take her knot.. and orgasm hard. Linus felt the top of the toy's wide, thick base pound against his rear and the little voice in the back of his head piped up again, wondering if he even COULD take it. The toy was stretching him out pretty well as it was, considering he'd never even experimented with this sort of thing in the past. With a gentle lick followed by a bite to the shoulder, she thrust her hips forward with a grunt, and the knot of the toy pushed its way inside his tight tailhole causing him to yelp in surprise and pleasure. The yelp turned into a cry of ecstasy as the sudden full feeling combined with the jab to his prostate brought him roughly to orgasm, and he felt the first surge of cum spurt hot and thick over his stomach. She wasn't going to let him ride this one out easily, and yanked the knot from his ass with another grunt, slamming it back deep within the fox before he had a chance to complain or come down from the first initial rush. Another thick burst of seed across his stomach, smearing against her own as the fox came harder then he ever felt he had before. It may have been the circumstances but he felt like he had never needed anything more than he needed this right now, and gave in to the pleasure completely.

Some time passed. He wasn't sure how long as he'd generally lost his grip on what was happening outside of his own body. The bull terrier girl had eased up her pressure but left the knot buried within the fox, and was contentedly nuzzling his neck. Without opening his eyes, he relaxed his grip on her body and kept her hugged close as he started to come back around. He didn't even know her name, but he didn't care, it was unimportant and could be found out at a later date. Breathing still ragged, he licked his dry lips and whispered into her ear. He was unsure why he said it, but it felt right.

"Th-... thankyou..."