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"When you graduate, we'll do something cool," Marcus' brother told him - but then he was deployed. Marcus was disappointed and hurt, but he was wise enough not to blame his brother. He made the somber choice to go and see the movie they had planned to watch together, then write to his brother about it. A new superhero flick with lots of CGI and explosions seemed just the thing for a young adult, but Marcus thought differently halfway through the film. His lips were raw from the popcorn and the movie was no fun without his brother next to him. The just-eighteen husky realized that he was lonely.

Marcus left the theater early. The sun was just setting and clouds were blowing in, promising a rainy night. The bespectacled sled dog climbed into his car and started for home, but along the way, he passed the red light district with its strip clubs and porn shops. He blushed and smiled impishly at the notion of going near such places. He very much liked women, however, and whether or not he wanted to admit it, he was in dire need of company. He parked along the road and walked with his paws buried glumly in his pockets.

Cloud-to-cloud lighting shook the sky and tinted it purple. The dog looked up sometimes but more often than not studied the facades of the clubs. Signs promising GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS and warning NO TOUCHING ALLOWED enticed and threatened him. He gave drunks on the sidewalk a wide berth and felt distinctly frightened when a police officer on the beat walked by and nodded soberly at him.

This is so weird, I'm gonna go home and never speak of this again, Marcus humbly thought. He spun on his heel and that was when he saw an establishment across the street. The hideous pink neon sign read Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy. Vinyl tapestries in the front windows showed the talent in minimal dress with their names in stylized typeface below them. Mangle was a pretty white vixen with pasties and stockings. Chica, a sneering punk hen with an open leather jacket covering her tits. There were others, but the third lady caught his eye: Foxy, a wide-hipped thing with a hook for a hand and an eyepatch, wearing little else but a smirk over her shoulder, for the view was of her back and generous ass. Marcus wandered near knowing exactly whom he wanted.

The bouncers outside looked displeased with the world but they waved Marcus through and politely bid him a good time. Immediately the young husky wondered what kind of strange place he was getting into. Black and white checkered tiles and tacky wallpaper began the the assault on his senses. Throbbing dance music grew louder as he passed through the short hallway and past the restrooms. When he reached the club proper, Marcus was wide-eyed behind his glasses. It was culture shock. The nerdy young virgin had seen all kinds of things on the internet but now he saw real, live, naked women entertaining small clusters of guests.

Marcus recognized Mangle on his way along the margins of the club floor. He stared at her naked body. She winked at him and he smiled like a dork. Distracted by her wiles, he walked into an enormous figure. "Oh, god, I'm sorry," he bleated.

Marcus and the fellow he had bumped sized each other up. It didn't occur to the dog that he was looking at the titular Pimpbear despite the zebra coat, top hat, and cane. The husky's eyes stopped at the bear's crotch which was only barely decent in a worrisomely tight speedo.

"No worries here, little man," Freddy cooed with a fond pat his shoulder. The bear's paw was large enough to cover Marcus' shoulder entirely. He met the young man's terribly nervous face with a car salesman smile and a wink. "Why, you're new here, I bet!"

"Yes," Marcus answered with complete sterility.

Freddy nodded sagely. "You should know that here at Freddy Pimpbear's Pussy, we believe in a good time for our guests." He smiled and squeezed Marcus' shoulder then leaned in close, putting himself almost nose to nose with the boy. "Maybe you wanna tell papa bear here just what it is that gets you going?" he grinned. "Or would you rather look around yourself?"

Marcus smiled bashfully. "I saw the banners outside," he began, looking away from Freddy's stark blue eyes. "She was the whole reason I came in here..."

"Mmm, yeah, those banners happened to catch my girls' best sides," Freddy laughed. "Come on, little man," he said with a nudge, "what girl are you after?"

"Foxy," Marcus answered timidly.

"Ah-hah," Freddy chuckled. "Come with me, boy, walk with the Pimpbear."

Too shy to go alone and too intimidated to refuse, Marcus walked at Freddy's side with the bear still holding his shoulder. Freddy took him across the club floor past guests in the thrall of Mangle and others. There in the far corner, seated on a curved couch with a few boys gathered around, was Foxy. Marcus smiled vacantly at the sight of her. She was completed nude, sipping a bottle of rum and recounting a tale of the high seas.

"Yar, and the winds were alive and darin' to sink me vessel! Old Chumbeard had me paw an' 'ook tied behind me back, and he threatened me proper with that saber o' 'is! Skewered many a man wit' the damnable thing - cleaved off me paw wit' it years before!" she proclaimed, wagging her hook back and forth for effect.

Freddy cleared his throat. "Telling tall tales of the high seas again?" he asked, grinning snidely.

"What be it ye want, Freddy?" Foxy saltily asked. She took a great swig of her rum and squeezed the thigh of a patron nearby. "Mighty busy here entertain' the lads."

"Well, this good-looking little man here came in and said it was your wide ass on that banner out there what brought him in," Freddy smiled. Marcus was awkwardly hiding his face. "Maybe you should get to know him," the bear said to the annoyance of Foxy's audience. "And your friends here can go get a round for free." Suddenly Foxy's fans were thrilled again and they made their way to the bar in various stages of drunken locomotion after Freddy, whom left the husky with his heartthrob.

"Um-uh, well, hi," Marcus smiled. He nervously interlaced his fingers and wagged his tail side to side. "You're... Really nicely built."

"Arr, how nice of ye ta say, lad," Foxy smiled with of a swish of her big, bushy tail. She flipped up her eyepatch to reveal a perfectly unmarred eye and patted the sofa. "Sit wit' me, laddie-boy!"

Marcus sat tentatively and with a half-foot of space between them. Foxy let loose a playful arrr! and hauled him across her lap. From there Marcus looked up past her thick, naked tits to see her face peering down at him. "I should tell you," he sheepishly admitted, "I've never been this close to a girl before."

"No girlies here," Foxy sneered. "A woman I be! And a man ye be when I'm through!" she boasted with a wink. She clicked her teeth and Marcus flinched, but then the pirate chuckled coyly. "You're one of them gentle boys, that it? Y'sure it's girls yer hopin' for?" she grinned as she petted down Marcus' chest.

"I know I like girls," Marcus tightly replied. He clasped his paws over his bulging groin. "This is so embarrassing..."

Foxy cackled drunkenly, then snapped up her bottle and enjoyed another swig. "Nip o' the grog, boy?"

"Nipple what?" Marcus blurted.

Foxy laughed again. "A drink, laddie!"

"I--, oh, no thank you," Marcus meekly stated.

The vixen set her bottle aside and pulled Marcus up for a quick kiss on his lips. Despite his insistence that he didn't want a drink, he licked the watery rum from her lips. She growled and licked back at his snout for the sake of it. "If it ain't a drink yer after, then I bet ye got a taste fer somethin' else..."

"Muh-maybe," Marcus shuddered. Foxy's paw crept down his body. When she stopped, her fingertips were just under his waistband. "Oh, my god..."

"Rrr," Foxy growled with a devilish swish of her tail. "Tell me yer name, lad..."

"Marcus," he answered quietly. There was little hope in covering his erection. He set one paw over Foxy's and and braced the other on her thigh. "I bet you hear it a lot, but--, god," he whined, "you're beautiful."

Foxy cracked a rare, sweet smile. "Yar, sweet of ye t' say, laddie," she purred. "Nuh, most of the boys got real nice things to say about me booty and titties," she chuckled. "But if yer gonna tell this scuzzy fleabag she's purdy, s'nice of ye, lad." She wrapped her paw around the husky's clothed erection. At first the dog panicked and thought someone might be watching but a curtain had been pulled around them, closing off their little booth from the rest of the club. The privacy wasn't perfect but it worked well enough in such a sleazy den.

"Quite a treasure ye got in here, Marcus," Foxy chuckled as he kneaded the boy's crotch. Just then she opened up his fly and tugged down his jeans a bit. Though freed from the denim, his penis was still terribly constricted by briefs. Foxy showed great interest with her grin. "Why didn't ya tell me you was packin' such a trouser snake, lad?"

"It's not that big," Marcus skittishly denied, looking away from Foxy's yellow eyes.

Foxy chortled and draped a paw over his cock. She gave it a very tight, fond squeeze through the briefs. Marcus shuddered and a bead of pre soaked through the material. "Yer, let's have us a real look-see," she said while tugging down his briefs. She tucked the waistband below his thick balls and admired the scale of his erection with a whistle. "Ye could damn near fly the colors on it, boy! Yer hung as a horsey, what be yer secret?"

"Oh, god, stop," Marcus said with a bashful little laugh, but he was every bit of a foot long. "All the guys I've seen in porn are at least this big... So I'm just average, but thank you."

The pirate rolled her eyes and thought, that explains a lot. It was easier to play along than to push the other way. Foxy scooted back into the curve of the sofa and pulled Marcus along with her. This time he ended up seated in her lap and due to the difference in their heights, his shoulder blades came to rest on her thick tits. "You're really tall," he blurted.

"Yar, runs in th' family, y'see," she asserted. "Lessee what we kin do wit' yer third leg here, yeh?" chuckled the pirate. She wrapped her sturdy, cold paw around his cock and gave it a firm squeeze. Marcus moaned and squirmed in her lap, and the vixen wrapped her bad arm around him for a fond embrace. "Let Foxy take good care of ye," she growled into his ear.

"Mmh, yeah," Marcus sighed. "Stroke it..."

Foxy did so slowly but skilfully, and she oftentimes paused to tickle his glans and just inside his piss slit with her blunt claws. Typically handjobs did not work the clients up this much, but Marcus was a stated special case. The inexperienced husky dog huffed and moaned for her and his big cock drooled into her paw.

As time went on and Marcus vocalized his pleasure more freely, Foxy slid her paw down and grabbed his balls. Her touch was even gentler here, unbecoming of a bawdy pirate. While kneading his balls, she crooned into his ear, "Tell Foxy what she kin do for ye, boy... None o' that shy nonsense 'ere."

Something occurred to Marcus. Though the pleasure was heavy on his mind and his penis oozed pre without cessation, he couldn't help but speak his mind. "Why are you so cold?"

Clearly Marcus had missed the signage out front which declared the lifelike looks and behavior of the animatronic staff. Foxy chuckled in good humor and teased her cool tongue along the rim of his ear until it flicked. "I be a machine, laddie, all cold steel n' wires beneath me fur." A beat. "Hopin' that's okay with you, boy."

"Uhhh," Marcus nervously muttered, "it's okay, I think..."

"Good!" Foxy beamed. "'Cuz I ain't given to stoppin' when I be wound up, lad," she darkly chuckled. She crept her chilly, soft paw up along the dog's cock and teased very particularly about the glans. Marcus groaned and curled his toes. "Now tell Foxy whatcha want, laddie... Ye got'cherself a god-honest sex machine 'ere, boy."

"Can I just tell you to do whatever you want?" the nerd shyly asked. He shoved his glasses up his snout and tucked himself in against Foxy.

A scratchy laugh escaped Foxy. She tickled him through his shirt with her hook's tip. "Yar, we kin do it that way, boy," she growled. She nudged him off of her lap and onto the couch. She scooted off the couch herself, knelt, and swung around on the cap of a knee. Though posed to submissively please, her smirk was anything but subservient and the swish in her tail was a challenge outright. "Mighty handsome lad ya are," she winked. "Wouldn't mind callin' ye me cabin boy."

Marcus smiled in a nervous, toothy manner. "Uh, thank you."

"Yar," Foxy simply drawled with a nod. She snared his cock safely inside the curve of her hook and engulfed it in her maw. Cool, synthetic saliva coated the dog's cock and her soft, wet tongue slobbered and squeezed his flesh articulately. So as to not overwhelm her virgin client, Foxy started off slowly with suckles and bobs on only the upper inches of his penis. With her paw, she stroked his thigh and hip reverently.

"Ooh... Good god," Marcus quivered. He closed his eyes tightly behind his small frames. His ears splayed down and his toes curled in his sneakers. He first only gripped the edge of the couch but as Foxy's suckling grew more potent and noisy, he interlaced his fingers over his belly and twiddled his thumbs.

The vixen bobbed lower and lower as Marcus audibly became tempered to the pleasure. When Marcus opened his eyes, he was met by Foxy's coquettish stare. Seeing her sweet yellow eyes made him blush and smile. Hoping not to condescend to her, Marcus put a paw on her head and stroked gently through the fur on her head. He smoothed back one of her ears which sprung erect as soon as his palm cleared it. To the affection, Foxy purred around his shaft and swished her tail side to side.

Both to heighten the pleasure and treat Marcus for the affection, Foxy opened her jaws wider and ground her head down. It was wholly fabricated but very arousing when she gagged around him. Men, even the virgins, loved the power trip. His cock slowly but surely slid down her throat where it put a subtle lump in her neck. There as with her other erotic inner flesh, Foxy's esophagus rubbed and tugged at Marcus.

In spite of her immunity to pain and boundless flexibility, Foxy pulled all the way back and kissed the tip of his cock with a sweet little rumble. "Yer, even bigger'n it looks," she huffed, and down she went again. This time Foxy took Marcus down to the very bottom and the nerdy dog could only whine. He sat back and spread his legs far. Again he petted over Foxy's head, this time rubbing insistently behind an ear.

The petting made Foxy purr once more. This was a genuine show of affection. She fondled the husky's balls in her paw and rubbed his chest with the smooth backside of her hook. Concurrent to those benign pleasures, she worked herself into a rhythm of bobbing and gulping. She often tongue-lashed what meat remained in her mouth but by then the main event was the velvet texture of her cool throat. The repetition of her man-made oral muscles gripping and hugging his penis rendered him an absolute wreck. His tongue soon flopped out of his mouth and he left a spot of drool on his breast.

"Oh, my god, ooh Jesus," Marcus drawled. "I'm gonna... God, I'm about to--," he muttered, but he stopped with a shudder.

Feeling proud of herself, Foxy pulled back and nuzzled into the dog's crotch. She ground her snout against his cock and balls with equal indiscretion and she rumbled with cute lewdness. "Arr! Are ye gonna bust a nut fer me, ye scurvy dog?"

"I'm so-o-o clo-o-ose," Marcus whimpered. "Just a little more..."

Foxy started to go down on him again. Marcus said in a gasp, "No, not that. I wanna be... You know, inside you."

"Yer-her," Foxy snickered. "Inside o' me, eh lad? Was hopin' ye'd ask." The vixen stood tall before Marcus. Presented like so, her divine proportions were terribly apparent to the husky. She reached down with her hook and nudged his chin up. "Eyes're up 'ere, lad," she winked.

"Gosh, wow," Marcus puffed. He gazed into Foxy's eyes as subtly commanded but he wandered down her body again. He sat up and found her hips with his paws. Carefully, Marcus nosed Foxy's pierced nipples and dragged his tongue across one, lifting and dropping the ring piercing in the process. The pirate growled warmly and set her intact paw on the back of his head where she mirrored his earlier touch.

"'Ave at me, boy," she cooed. "Foxy's all yers tonight..."

Marcus knew from porn that he liked pussy, but he liked even more the dramatic curve of Foxy's ass. Her hind-end had drawn him in to begin with. He stroked it with reverent paws and rested his face against her belly. "I can have anything?" he quietly asked.

"Anythin' yer heart desires, lad," Foxy purred.

But Marcus couldn't bring himself to say it. He instead tugged and pulled at Foxy's hips, suggesting that she turn around. She did so with a sneer and brushed her tail across his face along the way. From the first moment Marcus had Foxy's ass cheeks in sight, he groaned needfully. Foxy bent herself over and touched her toes. To cap it all off, she flagged her tail high and briefly shook her heart-shaped rear from side to side. "Ye be after the booty, lad, is that it?"

"Uh-huh," Marcus squeaked. Laying his paws on Foxy's proffered rear helped everything fall into place. He pulled her plush cheeks apart. Waiting for him down in her deep ass crack was a snug little pucker. He licked his lips as he thought long and hard about just what to do. Rimming was hot in porn, but he had his reservations about the real thing. Ultimately, it was not the fact that Foxy was a robot which saw him stuff his muzzle between those cheeks: He just wanted her that badly.

Marcus' lips met Foxy's asshole and he kissed it cautiously. He did so again and again and the pucker winked against his lips. The musk he smelled was demure and certainly unlike what a pirate should smell like, but Marcus had nothing to compare her to. He wagged his tail and sweetly licked her anus over and over as his cock throbbed and drooled slick pre.

Foxy groaned for Marcus but resisted the urge to stuff her ass back against his face. She draped her tail over his back and thought with a little smile, cute boy - so glad he's warming up. "Mmh, arr, real nice tongue on ya, boy," Foxy huffed aloud.

"Thanks," Marcus quietly answered without pulling his snout back. But with Foxy's acknowledgment, the spell was broken and he pulled back from her round ass. He unhanded her cheeks a moment later and grabbed his cock in one paw. There was no need for him to fluff.

The pirate straightened up slowly and kept her tail high to give Marcus as many looks at her fine ass as she could. After she turned to face him, she stretched and pouted out her tits for good measure. "Good lass o' the sea's gotta be limber, y'see," Foxy chuckled.

"I'd guess so," the husky uncertainly agreed. "How do you wanna--?" he began asking. Foxy silenced him when she straddled his lap.

Just from their positioning, Marcus' shaft rubbed against the vixen's snatch. She smiled lewdly and flipped her eyepatch down as she ground against him and teased taking him in. "Ya still after th' booty, lad?"

Marcus didn't reply except with an impish smile. Foxy snickered and nipped his nose to which he squeaked.

Any of the Pimpbear animatronics could take it most any way a client wanted it. Foxy balanced on her knees and gripped Marcus' shaft in her paw to brace it. As she guided it to her supple anus and ground down against him, she licked her teeth in concentration. When the dog was buried well enough, she unhanded his meat and rested both paw and hook on his shoulders. She let gravity drop her thick ass into his lap. "Rrr, an' I thought it be mighty big when it was in me throat," she huffed.

In the same moment Foxy's big ass settled flush into his lap, Marcus took hold of her plush cheeks. He palmed them with an eagerness the vixen hardly expected, and she took that open fondling as a cue to get straight to work, so she started bouncing. Marcus moaned in bliss and bit his bottom lip.

"Ah, s'real nice," Foxy gruffly remarked. She leaned in close and pecked Marcus on the cheek. "Anything ta say fer yerself, laddie?" she asked with a smirk.

"You're good, just really good," Marcus answered in a tone most docile. "Would you be upset if I asked you to ride me a little faster?"

Foxy started crushing her fat ass down in his lap even faster and harder. The boy immediately gasped and started digging his fingers into cheeks. She nudged under his chin with the back of her hook as she rumbled, "Not'n the least, boy. It all be about you."

"Oof, gawd," Marcus grunted through clenched teeth. He briefly looked up at Foxy before he closed his eyes. "This is everything I wanted..."

"Mighty glad ta hear it," Foxy cooed. "Ya gonna bust yer nut up in me soon now?" the vixen asked in a lewd but loving tone.

"Ummm," Marcus stammered to answer. "Suh-soon, yes," he bleated.

"Arr, good, real good," Foxy slowly enunciated. "Moan fer me, cabin boy," she snickered.

There was no need to demand it. Marcus was already singing for her. She swished her tail back and forth in whorish delight at the noises he made. She might have liked having that big cock in a different hole, but seeing that cute, dorky face grimacing under glasses and mussed-up hair made her job worthwhile. She kissed Marcus firmly on the lips and the husky dog briskly swabbed her teeth with his tongue.

"Aaaooh--, oh, my fucking gawd," Marcus whined. He squeezed Foxy close, preventing her from bouncing. The vixen smashed her ass down into his lap and gyrated instead, working his meat slowly with her taut anal walls. A moment later and the boy erupted with his seed and a gasp to match.

Foxy herself smiled wide and would have blushed if her anatomy had permitted it. In lieu of that, she purred and nuzzled his cheek affectionately. "Yarr, that be what ye were needin', lad?" she quietly, warmly asked.

"Mmf, yes it was," Marcus answered in a small voice. Foxy started to pull up but Marcus squeezed her tighter and said pleadingly but quietly, "Wait, don't go yet."

The vixen chuckled and settled in against Marcus. "Aye, laddie," she purred, "ol' Foxy'll stay with ye..."