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I jogged down the street beneath the sweltering summer sun, taking care not to limp despite the pain shooting through my pelvis. It was a new day and honestly I just wanted to get back to the McCloud residence as soon as possible.
Suffice to say, I hadn't gotten a single moment of sleep last night. Mimi entered that damnable loop that horny women were so liable to fall into where they insisted on cleaning your cock after sex, sucked on it until it was hard again, then suggestively spread their legs... etc etc, infinite sex loop cheat unlocked, blah blah. The fact I had gotten out alive at all was a miracle. Mimi was kind of a monster.
And speaking of Mimi...
I glanced down at my hip. Upon it rested a newly christened Pokeball belt which currently contained one singular ball: a pink-topped, white-bottomed "Love Ball" within which rested Mimi.
Apparently it was some kind of giga fetish thing for female Pokemon to let a human capture them in a ball. Throwing the ball was an ultimate act of domination, while being caught was the ultimate act of submission... I think she mentioned something about "life-long loyalty," "full control," "eight badges," something something. I just had to pop the ball open and out Mimi would spring, ready to do whatever it was I wanted her to.
Yeah. It was pretty fucked up. No wonder she held a grudge against whatever trainer fucked with her mom or whatever.
In any case, I focused my eyes back on the street and tried to ignore the presence radiating from the ball. Pokeslavery would take a bit of time getting used to. Ah, the things we do for love.
The McCloud residence came into view pretty quickly; Mimi was in the general neighborhood, after all. I passed the trees to go down the driveway, aaand...
Ah fuck. There was a police car.
Well, that made sense. I left for a pack of cigarettes and never came back. It only made sense that new parents of an adopted 8 year old boy such as myself would get worried.
I considered for a moment if I could just turn around and leave, but well, worse case scenario I ended up back in prison. Hopefully they would let me keep Mimi as my one personal article.
With nothing else to do, I walked up and knocked on the door. I heard rapid footsteps, and a moment later the door was flung open.
"Invictus!" Krystal cried, then immediately flung herself on me, wrapping me in a tight hug. "I was so worried."
"Yeah... Sorry."
Somehow, it felt like weeks since we had last seen each other. I stood there a bit awkwardly as this blue vixen clung to me, sniffling just enough that I felt averse to commenting on her tits pushing against me as I might have usually done. A pang of guilt for not contacting her struck me - we had grown closer in our days together than I had thought.
"Where were you?" she murmured, head in my chest.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh," I answered.
"?"
"Somewhere in which I had absolutely no way of contacting anyone and in fact was rendered unable to move throughout the night," I said, coming up with a genius excuse in the blink of an eye.
"That seems a bit..." Krystal began, pulling her head back to squint up at me. And that was when she casually sniffed the air. Uh-oh.
"Er..."
"Is that chocolate I smell?"
"Truth be told, I was being held prisoner in a chocolate factory. Willy Wonka himself sent Oompa-Loompa agents to-"
Krystal ran her snout over me, sniffing intently. Her eyes narrowly intently, the relief in her green eyes being replaced with a sharp glint. "You were had sex with another woman?" She bent over and sniffed my crotch a few times. "All night?"
"Oompa-Loompa have surprisingly strong game."
She rolled her eyes, then stepped back and looked over me before noticing the Pokeball on my hip. She started at it for a moment, then inhaled sharply. "Is that..."
"It's a long story."
Krystal reached out and placed a claw on my forehead, her emerald eyes bore into mine as her lips parted and she whispered, "Mimi."
The name made me think of her, and thoughts of her at this point tended to consist of our hours upon hours of vigorous fucking. I couldn't help but remember pounding Mimi's bunny hole into oblivion even as Krystal peered into my soul.
After what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds, Krystal let her hand fall and stepped back, shivering. It was then that I noticed she was wearing something new - a kind of tribal-looking outfit with a golden bra-like top and white loincloth that hung between her legs such that her thighs were entirely exposed, including the white ta- fur pattern which, if I remembered correctly, signified her high status as a breeding wife.
"Feeling tribal?" I asked.
"Something like that," she murmured. "So... You've already begun? I suppose I did give you the push."
"Begun what?"
Krystal placed a hand on her hip and arched an eyebrow. "Playing dumb, are we?"
"No, ju-" I began, only to be interrupted.
"Invictus!" came a more husky call, and out from the living room behind Krystal came... Oh god.
"Warden Carmelita," I said.
The /other/ vixen stepped forward, nudging Krystal aside. She had shed her tight-fitting suit and wore presumably her usual outfit for field work: tight purple jeans and a top that left her light-orange midriff exposed. Her long, wavy purple hair spilled out behind her before being tighted in a slight ponytail that rested above her bushy orange tail. "In the flesh. It's good to see you safe, Invictus. I was about to launch a search party."
"No need to go that far, Warden. I was j-"
"You haven't called."
"Er-"
"You haven't visited," Carmelita continued, her golden-brown eyes wide and intent. Her eyelashes were thick with mascara, and her bright red lips were flat as she maintained a strained, neutral expression.
A cold sweat ran down my back. "I wasn't aware that we had any arrangements..."
If looks could kill, I might have died on the spot. Carmelita stepped forward until she was right in my face. "I. need. COCK." Pause. "NOW."
"..."
I glanced to the right. Krystal was giving the kind of highly unamused expression most men saw right before being sent to live in a doghouse for the rest of their lives. There was no help here. I glanced back to Carmelita. "Krystal is right there."
"I know. We already finished our catfight. Puta has claws."
I glanced back to Krystal. She was inspecting her claws nonchalantly. This was starting to feel like a charade. "And the conclusion was..."
"Really, Invictus?" Krystal sighed and shook her head. "The conclusion is that you can do whatever you want."
With that she turned, the back of her loincloth fluttering up enough to give me an appreciable look at her divine blue ass as she began walking away. It was just before she disappeared inside that I caught a glance of her expression. It was just for a moment, but she looked... hurt.
"Krystal-" I began, but Carmelita sidestepped to block me. She was several centimeters taller than Krystal and thus was closer to eye level with me despite not quite reaching it.
"COCK. NOW," she repeated, glowering. Then, after a pause. "Why do you smell like chocolate?"
A vein on my forehead twitched. Apparently enough time had by that she had forgotten our training session. Ah, my cute orange vixen - who do you think you are?
"I don't remember you being in a position to order me around."
Carmelita smirked, her cheeks flushing red with arousal. "That was when you gave me what I deserved. It's been days and-"
I interrupted her, as she wanted me to, by thrusting my hand down her pants. She was sopping wet and immediately arched her back with delight once I shoved some fingers up her hungry pussy. "I'll fuck you when I feel like it and not a day before. Got it?"
"Mmn❤️! N-Not good enough. If you're not pounding me in the next five minutes I'm calling headquarters an- MHMGGGHHAAAAH❤️❤️❤️"
"How about you go back to headquarters and finger yourself until I give you a call? If I think a needy bitch like you is even worth my time."
"Y-Y... You...❤️" she did her best to glower at me, but her tough girl act was fading fast.
I unzipped her purple top (why did it even have a zipper?), exposing her light orange tits, and pinched her red nipples while speeding up my fingering. She trembled and moaned in place, melting against me as her legs wavered.
"Wh... Who do you think you are...❤️" she gasped.
"I think you know that better than I do, slut. As punishment for trying to order me around, you're going to saunter back to headquarters topless just like that. You Fur women are beneath wearing clothes like humans."
Carmelita gasped as I finger-fucked her even hard. "Y... Yes❤️"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Master❤️"
"That's what I thought," I replied, and as a reward I pinched her nipple right as I flicked her g-spot.
"AaaaAAAAAH❤️" she cried, finally orgasming.
I drew my hand out of her pants and flicked her juices off my hand while taking a moment to look her over. She was wearing a collar with her police badge on it; on an impulse, I grabbed the badge and pulled it off her neck, causing her moans to be interrupted by choking. I tossed the badge onto the ground, rummaged through my pocket, and pulled out one of Mimi's heart lockets.
"And wear this, while you're at it. Don't even think about taking it off. Maybe this will help you remember who you belong to."
"Master...❤️" Carmelita murmured dreamily, perhaps in part due to a lack of oxygen. With shaking hands she looked over the collar, shivering upon seeing the HUMAN PROPERTY, and flashing a slight scowl after seeing the #3 on the front, but ultimately putting it around her neck. I clamped the lock of the heart shut, and she let out a contented sigh.
For a moment we stood there. I expected her to leave, but she kinda just stayed.
"So... cock?" she asked, hopefully.
"Uh. No."
"That wasn't foreplay?!"
"No, it was me telling you to get the fuck outta here so I can chase after Krystal. Hurry up. It's been like three minutes and the window for me to dramatically appear after symbolically choosing her over you is rapidly fading."
"Well, now I don't want to go."
"Too bad. If you don't I'll never fuck you again."
"What a nasty man❤️" Carmelita winked. Apparently getting an orgasm had calmed her down enough to not murder someone for my cock, at least. She stroked the heart collar, then started to zip up her top.
"Again - no," I said, placing a hand on hers to stop the zipping.
She paused. "Wait, you were serious about me going to the headquarters without my top?"
"Yeah. I kinda just said that without thinking, but on second thought it'd be pretty hot."
"And my professional career...?"
"Tell them it's a fox thing," I said, gripping her jacket and top from behind to pull them off her, leaving her chest completely bare.
Carmelita looked down at herself and said, "You know, it is kind of hot...❤️"
"Exactly. Now go."
"Doesn't it make you so hot you just want to f-"
"No."
Carmelita sighed and started walking down the driveway. She bent over to pick up her badge, and stayed bent over for a suggestively long time (with ass-swaying and tail swooshing to match), but I just left and quickly shut the door behind me.
I took a moment to exhale in relief. That was close. The inherent urge Fur women had to submit to dominant men saved my ass there, but that orgasm high wouldn't last forever, and before long Carmelita would probably bring a platoon of troops down here to get what she wanted. I just delayed the inevitable here. Maybe not even for long.
Well, that aside, I hurried through the living room after Krystal. I had joked earlier, but there was an ideal time frame for this. Take too long and I might as well have just fucked Carmelita for real.
I paused in front of the second door to the left and wracked by memory to make sure it was the master bedroom. I took a deep breath, then opened it.
Krystal was sitting in the middle of the bed, hugging her knees with a downcast look. "You were slow."
I exhaled and smiled. "Believe it or not, cops are hardasses."
"Wardens are not police officers, you know."
"Very true."
I gingerly stepped into the room. She didn't tell me to get out. I looked around; it was a kind of boring, bland room - their bed was a standard rectangular one positioned sideways against the wall away from the door. To the left was a table with a plant and two cushy chairs, as if this were an office, then a glass door leading to a balcony. They say that one's room was a reflection of the mind, wherein one's space naturally began to mirror one's being, and in that case one could say that Fox and Krystal were in a rather boring time of their life. The only thing of note was a few war medals and a photo of Krystal in a white wedding dress and Fox in a tuxedo - their wedding, presumably.
"Look..." I began.
"If you are going to console me like I am some hysterical schoolgirl, stop. The very idea of me feeling jealous about you sleeping with other women is ridiculous to an irreconcilable degree."
"Because you're married?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. My back was to her side; I didn't think she wanted a face-to-face conversation right now.
"Because I am married," she sighed. "And because we met barely a few days ago. This time apart, however brief, has given me much time to think. I mean... Good lord, what came over me? I barely know you."
"I seem to recall you calling me 'God' while I fucked your ass."
I could almost hear her blue ears flattening against her head. "That may have happened."
There was a moment of silence as we both remembered and considered commenting on the fact that she had given me ownership of her ass. I popped a stiffy and she may have gotten a little wet, but neither of us acted on this knowledge. It was not exactly the time for a good ass fucking.
"Something doesn't quite make sense to me, though," I said.
"Oh?" Krystal replied hastily, glad to break the silence and distract her from what she had been thinking.
"Wasn't your culture all about the Unconquered having a harem of women or something? Why would you be jealous?"
"...Just kill me," she murmured. I glanced over and saw her burying her face in her hands. That looked surprising hard with a snout. She kind of had to angle her hands diagonally and allow her snout to poke through.
"Hey, I won't judge. I think jealousy is cute."
"Aaarrrgh!" Krystal curled up into a tighter ball, which was difficult considering how much mass her tits had. "Like a hysteric schoolgirl! Ten years of happy, calm, peaceful marriage, then one week with a human and I am an embarrassing mess. Unbelievable."
"This is really not as embarrassing as wearing tight gym spats and bending over in front of my face."
"I suppose. God." Krystal took deep breaths. "Fine, let me just rip the metaphorical bandaid off and get this over with."
"I'm listening."
"As I believe I made clear in my little speech, the god-king has..." Krystal swallowed. "The god-king has a queen-wife. A number one. The woman he loves above all others in his vast harem."
"And..."
Krystal groaned. "Please do not make me spell it out."
"...What, you think I like Mimi and Carmelita more than you?"
I heard louder groaning and the sound of paws kicking the bed behind me. She was being surprisingly emotional here - the cat-fight with Carmelita may have gotten to her. Or maybe me coming home smelling intensely of violent breeding sex with another woman. Probably the former, though.
After a bit, I heard her sigh and mutter, "How can I compete?"
"Compete...?"
"Mimi is a stunning Lopunny and, prior to you obliterating her cervix, a virgin. You have her every first and undying loyalty. Same for Carmelita, generally speaking. Meanwhile, in the foolishness of my youth I wed Fox bloody McCloud. You did not even choose to breed with me first."
"Krystal-"
"And do not think I did not hear Carmelita's moans from here. That whore is a screamer. You are lucky Fox is out crawling the streets looking for you."
"Ah, that's where he is. Should someone call him and tell him I'm back, or..."
"No."
"Oh. Alright."
In the silence I mulled that over in my head. Krystal being wracked with an inferiority complex was hardly surprising considering that her husband, the one who had supposedly sworn eternal love to her, was so critical about every aspect of her from body to personality. It hadn't been my plan or intention or really choice, but being swept away by Mimi last night of all nights had been completely disastrous for Krystal's mental health. She seemed almost suicidally depressed over the idea of me fucking other women more than her.
...
Me, a human she just met a few days ago, and she was cheating on her husband of ten years with.
...
Jesus. Women, man.
"You know, Krystal..." I said, shifting so I was sitting next to her. My arm pressed against her arm, but she didn't shift away.
"Mm?" she murmured back, keeping her snout angled away from me.
"I had a kind of out-of-body experience before Mimi ambushed me like a freak. It was strange - a physcic showed me a bunch of different futures where things went differently."
"And...? Was this psychic another incredibly attractive Fur woman to add to my competition?"
"N-"
Yes
"Yes. But that's not the point."
Krystal sniffed, but kept listening.
"The point is that in each future, you and I ended up together somehow. It was like fate has us bound together."
"Ha!" Krystal laughed, derisively. "What, did you take so long to get here because you needed to research generic pickup lines first?"
"It's the truth. And you wouldn't think it's so generic if you saw what I saw. I don't imagine the average woman will swoon at the thought of a prison warden stalking them in their cell."
"Are you trying to remind me of Carmelita and you?"
"Uh... No. I mean you were the prisoner and I... okay, forget it."
"No, no, keep going," Krystal said, clearly holding back laughter. "I want to know more about our romantic time in prison."
"Nah. I'm gonna step out and read up on generic pickup lines instead. Those would probably be less cringeworthy."
"I'm serious. I want to hear the rest." There was a pause, then... Krystal rested her head against my shoulder. "I'm listening."
And so, in the darkness of the McCloud master bedroom, I recounted my visions like stories to Krystal as she listened in unreadable silence. Sometimes she laughed, sometimes she had a comment, but mostly she listened, absorbed and contemplative. I got kind of embarrassed, like I was just making shit up off the top of my head, but hopefully Krystal could sense my sincerity here.
"...And that's when I came to."
"Mm."
"Well... I guess you can say the point is this. I really don't give a damn if you're married, Krystal. If I want you, I want you. And I do."
"So masculine," she murmured. Her snout turned away and for a bit we spent some time in contemplative silence. Eventually, she turned back slightly. "But were it so simple. Today proved that matters are not so stable between us. As things are, you may disappear for days or weeks to bed other women. I had an entire life before... this. Before you. It is clear I would be better off being content with my husband rather than lust after a human with boundless vigor and unchained ethics."
"Do you even think it's possible for you to be content with your husband at this point? You've had a taste of fabled human cock now."
"I have managed this long," Krystal bristled, but her eyes - emerald and gleaming in the darkness - furtively glanced at my crotch. "It may be a tad harder now, I admit. But I have in fact managed this long."
"Do you need to, though?" I asked, placing a hand on her thigh. She shivered and let it stay. "I want you. You want me. Things couldn't be any more simpler."
"You say that to all the Fur women," she whispered, averting her eyes and rubbing her thighs together as I squeezed one with my hand. She was getting wetter. "Just forget this hag and go play with your younger girls."
"You're not even thirty yet, and no, I won't. Krystal. Look me in the eyes."
She finally did, turning her snout my way and gazing deep into my eyes. They were wet and wavering. I realized she had probably spent last night crying alone after feeling like I may never come back.
"Look into my heart," I said. "Feel what I feel for you."
"And what? Sense more of you fawning over that Mimi whore despite claiming to love me in every universe?" she sniffed. "I am a tad too intelligent to fall for the tricks of womanizers."
"There's no trick here. Only desire," I said, and placed my hands on both her shoulders to lock her in place. She jerked, but kept her eyes locked on mine.
How many times had we mind-linked before? It was a number of times. Krystal feeding me her desire to be impregnated by human cock, me feeding her my fractured mind... and that was precisely why my newfound dedication would come across so palpably to her. Mimi had inadvertently awoken devotion in me that I thought I had lost over a decade ago. I loved Fur women. I loved Mimi. And most of all... I loved Krystal.
"Ah..." she inhaled. "That is rather... strong."
"Exactly. You don't have to worry about me running away. And besides..."
"Yes...?"
"It's not like you have a choice in the matter," I said, flashing a smile. "Remember? Your ass belongs to me now."
"So it does...❤️" Krystal said. A coy smile arose on her own face, and if her cheeks weren't crimson before they were getting there now. "And what, you barbaric man, will you do with your unrightfully stolen possession❤️?"
"Well, since you keep insisting I have no interest in you, and that you would be happier just being content with your husband... I guess I'll just have to treat your ass like an object and fuck it passionlessly and lovelessly."
"A sad fate, but at least that way, you can be rather rough...❤️" she continued, resistance crumbling as she rested a touchy hand on my tent while rubbing her thighs together even harder.
"In a sense, it wouldn't even be cheating, since it'd be like a fleshlight or something. Just one you keep warm with your body."
"I see absolutely no flaws with this logic❤️"
"Hands on the wall, walking ass-toy."
"Oh, how I hate this, but I must obey❤️"
Krystal eagerly got off the bed and bent over the side bed table to plant her hands on the wall beyond it, causing her tits to hang right in front of her wedding photos. I got up as well and admired her from behind as she cast a coy look behind. The loincloth she was wearing had clearly been made for a much younger and slimmer girl; it hitched on her ass and barely covered half of her massive cheeks. I flipped them to fully expose bottom, and...
Not only was she not wearing any panties, she was beyond soaking wet. Her surprisingly pink asshole twitched as her bare pussy practically drooled thick juices that dripped onto the carpet below. "You seem pretty ready. How long have you been horny?"
"Good lord, since you sat next to me. You smell so bloody good❤️ Oh my god❤️"
"Impressive job holding back from jumping on my cock the second I got back. That must have been very hard for you."
"I could hardly look desperate, now could I?❤️"
"Yeah. My image of you would be totally ruined if you were slutty at all."
Krystal let out a laugh. The smile on her face, radiating relief and excitement as she peered back at me, was exactly what I wanted to see. I loved her. Furs were so beautiful. Especially when they were bent over in front of me.
"What a lovely ass," I said, reaching out and cupping both hands. I squeezed and felt her soft, furry cheeks morph as my fingers sunk into them. Her tail, floof constrained by a series of golden rings, lifted itself up high and swayed as I enjoyed my fill.
"Hmph❤️ Don't think I am not aware you considered Mimi's larger than mine❤️" Krystal said. The jealousy was clear in her voice, though laced with triumph - right now, it was hers I was playing with, not Mimi's.
"Maybe a little, but yours is nothing to scoff at. Big, blue, and beautiful, just like the sky. It's even got fur patterns that basically mean 'breed me' - what's not to love?"
"Absolutely barbaric❤️ Do you expect women to appreciate having parts of their bodies being treated like objects to admire❤️?"
Judging by Krystal's bright red cheeks and growing grin, yes.
"Best of all, though, is the way the white of your fur forms a heart shape around your asshole. I noticed that before; it comes up your crotch," I said, tracing a finger up her thigh and across the white-furred lips of her pussy. She shuddered and stiffened her shoulders in pleasure. "And then forms a big ol' heart right around the pink of your asshole, as if to say, 'I love you, please fuck me in the ass.' Did you make that pattern yourself or is your ass just naturally slutty?"
"That description is absolutely demeaning and you should be ashamed❤️ But if you must know... It is natural❤️"
"Guess you really do come from a tribe of sluts, huh?" I ask, cupping the underside of her cheeks and bouncing them on my hands like jiggly basketballs. When I said I was going to play with her ass, I meant it.
"No comment❤️" Krystal replied, not seeming upset at all to have her tribe insulted like that - if it was even an insult to her.
My intention had kind of been to keep messing around until she complained, but surprisingly she didn't. She seemed fully content to stay bent over, leaning against the wall for support as she lifted her ass as high up in the air towards me as possible. Her swishing tail indicated nothing but approval.
"You know," I said, slapping her right cheek then left cheek in quick succession like bongos. The fat rippled like ocean waves. "I kind of thought you'd be upset by this point."
"Whatever do you mean? My ass belongs to you, no? How could I ever complain about you doing what you wish with your belonging❤️?" Krystal asked, a small smile on her reddened face as she glanced back at me, emerald eyes gleaming.
She must have known that response would get me going more than any complaining would have. My cock nearly burst through my pants. The scent of her vixen sex pheromones wafting up from her lusty pussy filled my nose and made me hornier than any brainwashing could hope to accomplish. This Fur slut needed cock - NOW.
I let go of her blue bongos to hastily drop my pants, freeing my cock. I heard Krystal audibly gulp - I was nearly fully erect, which made for an intimidating sight.
"You're right. You could hardly complain no matter what I do. You may be a loyal wife content with what you have, but if this revolting ol' human wants to fuck your ass, there's simply nothing you can do about it."
"So it seems...❤️ I shudder in rage, but that is the predicament I find myself in❤️"
I stop the eager swaying of her ass by gripping it with both hands and placing my cock up against... not her hungry asshole, but her drooling pussy. I swish around its entrance with the tip of my cock, and rather than twisting to escape me, after a moment of surprise Krystal starts twerking her hips a bit, rubbing her pussy lips against my cock. They gently squeeze my tip as if giving them a welcoming kiss; within moments thick juices are trickling down my shaft alongside damp white tufts of fur.
"It's too bad only your ass belongs to me. I'd love to breed your pussy too. Stretch it out with my big human cock and fill it will my seed," I said, gripping it and slapping her pussy with it.
"Nghm❤️" Krystal moaned, each slap sending a bolt of pleasure. Her animal brain craved breeding and her hips almost bucked on instinct, but she stayed strong. After some very deep breathes, she replied, "My breeding hole is reserved for the god-king who would take me as his queen-wife... not a human-whore talking up every Fur woman he meets❤️"
"And what would that make Fox?" I taunted.
She paused, the replied, "...Giving up."
"Harsh," I said, then leaned my hips back and thrust into her asshole. She threw her head back and inhaled sharply as her tight hole was stretched by my cock again. The lube of her pussy juices let me go in deep with one thrust, and I didn't even have to rip off any of her clothes to access it. The utility of this tribal clothing was quickly becoming apparent; she was sex-ready at literally all times wearing this getup. Sometimes, ancient wisdom endured the ages.
Once she settled Krystal let out a long sigh, one that could be taken both as bliss and as slight disappointment.
"We humans have a saying, you know," I said as I started pounding her ass, hips slapping her big asscheeks.
"Mnghh❤️ Oh❤️? And... ahhh❤️ What's❤️ That?❤️" she replied in between moans.
"Always cum before making big decisions. Let me just let out a quick load in my flesh toilet here before coming back to this."
"Ah❤️ You❤️ Revolting❤️ Brute❤️" Krystal panted, a goofy smile forming on her face as her emerald eyes rolled back with bliss. "How❤️ Are you❤️ So❤️ Manly❤️❤️❤️"
"Just comes naturally to men. Well - some men, I guess," I said, bending over to grope her swaying tits as I kept pounding her ass. Her head nearly slammed against the wall with the force of each thrust, and there was no way the table beneath her would be unimpacted by her tits. All the shit on it got knocked over, including the photos of her wedding; one fell forward, disguising the picture within, while another got knocked off the table, falling and shattering on the ground, but Krystal didn't even spare it a glance. She just moaned and painted and cooed with pleasure.
"Ahn❤️ Aaah❤️ Aaahn❤️"
"You know, this actually is a great hole. What a convenient thing to have. I'd recommend a vixen fuckhole like this to anyone any day," I said, intensifying my thrusting. Her tight asshole was already stretched to its limit and squeezed tightly against my shaft, digging into it with each thrust. I was humping her so fast now I probably looked like a dog myself with how I was completely leaning over her. The rhythmic clap of my hips against her ass was like music resounding through the room.
"Ah❤️ Thank you❤️ Thank you❤️" Krystal moaned half-deliriously. I had no idea what part of her ass felt good from this, maybe all of it, but she was squirting happily and yelping with enough pleasure it had to be rocking her world.
"How could I ever leave an ass like this behind?" I grunted, running out of my breath myself from all the thrusting. "You don't have anything to worry about. I love this ass, and I love you."
"Ahh❤️ Aaaah❤️ Aaaaaaah❤️❤️❤️ Cum❤️ Give me cuuuum❤️❤️❤️" she groaned, wiggling her ass sideways, causing my dick to dig into the sides of her intestines with each thrust while her ass bent my cock.
That was what I was here for, and I hardly would want her to think I was leaving. "Here you go! Cumming!" I shouted. I leaned back extra far, then gave one climatic thrust, digging in deep and unleashing my first load of ropey cum deep into her ass.
"AAAAHHH❤️❤️❤️" Krystal screamed, twitching and jerking her head back as she felt her insides fill with hot human cum. Her pussy squeezed tightly, wishing that was her instead, and sprayed juices on me that filled the air with an even thicker scent of a vixen in heat.
Shivering with pleasure myself, I pulled my cock out mid-orgasm, covering her blue back with white cum to match the fur on her front. She was fully marked as human property; any other Fur would smell my scent on her and know she belonged to me. Krystal shivered happily as her lasting orgasm mixed with the hot cum covering her inside and out.
After a bit, she turned around and gave me a side-eye. "Do you...❤️ *pant*...❤️ Do you really think telling a girl you love them while fucking them in the ass will win them over? And calling them a meat toilet no less?"
"Not a normal girl. But a slut addicted to human cock? Yeah," I said, slapping her ass as cum trickled out of her now not-so-tight pink asshole. She jerked and looked away to hide her expression. "Point being... You don't have anything to worry about. I'm not lea-"
I was interrupted by the sound of a glass pane shattering. I whirled around and saw figure clad in black land on the floor of the room before swiftly standing up, gun in hand. It was like a repeat of the Mimi situation, but something was different. This figure was slender, no comically bulging tits or ass, and they had a gun.
The intruder was too far to risk running and tackling, so I immediately crouched my knees, pulled up my pants, and stood defensively so my body blocked their line of sight with Krystal. I'd take a bullet for her if I had to.
They lifted their weapon. "McClouds!" they shouted in a feminine voice. "It's time to pay for your crimes against humanity with your li-... Wait, where are they?"
"Next door. You got the wrong house," I said calmly.
"That can't be right. There's an Arwing right there on the roof... Ah! Wait, that voice...!" The intruder pulled off their ski mask and strode towards me, freeing golden locks which flowed behind her and rested on her... pink human skin. The intruder was a human woman. And I recognized her.
"Julia?" I asked, straightening up.
"Dirk!" she cried. "It's you! I thought you died inside that awful prison of theirs!"
"I almost did," I replied, barely feeling like this was real. "Jesus. I haven't seen you since..."
"Since those damn furbags raided the hideout," she nodded, red lips shifting into a frown. "Some of us got away, but suffice to say operations were never really the same."
"Right. I, uh..."
"Did you get broken out to assist in this operation? I thought I was going in alone. Not really enough manpower to have two agents on one mission at this point. When there's missions at all," she sighed.
"What operation?" came a call from behind me. It was Krystal; I turned and saw she had stood up, glaring at Julia with narrowed emerald eyes.
"Ah!" Julia instantly lifted her pistol and trained it on Krystal. "McCloud, I presume? Did I interrupt you, Dirk? If you want to keep torturing her, go ahead. I remember what they did."
I immediately stepped forward and put my hand in front of the gun's muzzle. "You interrupted something, yes. But put the gun away."
Julia lifted a brow and stepped back. "Dirk... What? Are you protecting her? Stop messing around."
I looked at her. She had been so beautiful to me once, but now I felt nothing for her. Someone I cared a lot more was behind me and on the other side of her gun. It was almost uncanny, but I knew what mattered to me.
"Leave," I said. "You were never here."
"You can't be serious. We reunite after fifteen years and - do you not remember that we were-"
"We weren't anything. And never will be."
A hurt look washed over Julia's face. "You can't be serious! The McClouds killed your fucking brother! What about him, Dirk?!"
Pain shot through my head. I winced, but shook it off. "What's done is done. Get out of here, Julia. Final warning."
Tears formed in her blue eyes. She closed them shut tightly, then shot them open, expression livid. "You're not Dirk. You can both rot in hell!"
I lurched forward right before she took the shot. I hit the pistol with the side of my wrist, knocking it out of her hand and deflecting the shot into the wall, then used the elbow of my other arm to slam into Julia's surprisingly muscular stomach. She grunted and staggered back, at which point I leaned back and kicked her chest, sending her smashing through the other glass door and flying out of the room. No wonder - I had kicked as hard as I cloud.
Ignoring Krystal's gasp, I sped forward and saw that Julia had her back to to the balcony. She shot me a hateful look. "Whoever you are, you'll pay for this. Just like the McClouds will. Just like all the furbags will."
I glowered back. "My name is Invictus. And not if I have anything to say about it."
She spat and fell backwards off the balcony, golden hair flowing behind her. I followed and looked over the edge just in time to see a dark figure bolting across the yards, jumping over fences as a shortcut. The Last Bastion had fallen far since I worked with them, but there was no wonder about that.
I turned and-
"Invictus!" Krystal called, flinging herself on me. She wrapped her around around me and planted her snout on my lips in a big kiss. I faltered for a moment, then wrapped my arms around her too and kissed her back, my lips noisily sucking hers as she pressed her tits against my chest. My mouth filled with the taste of her sweet vixen saliva, and in that moment, I knew I had made the right call. It hadn't even been a question. This was what I wanted to protect.
Krystal pulled back and gazed at me, emerald eyes overflowing with adoration. "Thank you," she whispered. "You saved my life."
I averted my eyes. "There's something called the suspension bridge effect, and..."
"Oh, shush," she said, giving me a squeeze with her arms. "I don't need adrenaline and hormones to admire a man for going up against a gun to protect me. I can tell you not ever man I know would have done that."
"In some situations, the right choice is so obvious that making it easy."
"Didn't I tell you before? It's never so easy to do the obvious thing! Just accept you did something wonderful," Krystal said firmly.
"This kind of makes me a race traitor," I murmured.
"If you are," Krystal said, smiling and squeezing my leg with hers, "Then goodness, what does that make me?"
"A loyal wif-" I began, only to be interrupted by Krystal grabbing the back of my head and pulling my lips onto her snout, locking me into another kiss.
Her wet button nose pressed against me as her tongue wrapped attacked mine, and if I took a step to the side she did too, making us spin backwards in our embrace, kissing passionately and stepping over glass until she had licked every centimeter of my mouth and I every centimeter of her snout. It felt like an eternity before our lips released each other's with a wet pop.
"I take it back. That wasn't very loyal."
"How could I not reward the savior of my life?" She gave a sly smile, one accentuated by how wet her lips were now. "No need to read so deeply into a simple expression of gratitude."
"Fair enough." I glanced down at the ground; it was covered in glass now, and in general the room was something of a mess. "We should probably clean up a bit before Fox gets back."
"An excellent idea. There is nothing I would rather be doing," Krystal said. She reached over to the table and knocked over some coasters so they fell onto grounds. "Heavens me, what a mess. Let us get right to it, shall we?"
Cheeks flushed a telling red, Krystal bent over to pick up the coasters... without bending her knees whatsoever. Her loincloth flipped from gravity and exposed her big blue ass, cum still trickling from her twitching pink asshole as she swayed it side to side. Sweet vixen pheromones gushed from her sopping wet pussy alongside a flood of juices, indicating there was in fact something she would rather be doing than cleaning.
"On second thought," I said, grabbing her ass with both hands. A shiver of delight ran through her, and she cast a glance back with lustful eyes.
"Yes❤️?" she asked.
"I could use something to distract me from all these distressing thoughts of my past."
"Oh dear. I seem to have let a wild beast into my room. Whatever shall I do❤️?" Krystal said with faux distress as she placed her hands on the table to stabilize herself. "Please, I'm married...❤️"
"And tonight, your partner is me."
I fell on her ass once again, spreading her tight hole with my cock and pounding just as hard as before. All thoughts of Julia and the resistance and humanity faded from my mind as I immersed myself in Fur heaven. For all her sly pretending Krystal got right to moaning and squirting in pleasure, her ass literally built to take human cock like this.
At some point I pushed her onto the bed and did her doggy style, pounding madly in to this wonderful ass that belonged to me and only me.
The bed creaked so loudly we both hardly had to try to ignore the buzzing of her phone.
I was so enraptured I didn't notice Krystal's triumphant smile.
And I didn't notice that I had left the door cracked open the whole time.
Nor did I see Fox staggering back from said crack.
"This can't be real..."
But it was.