Taking Over His Duties Dusk found himself visiting the club more often, these days. It was a kind of escape from the cruel reality of life outside. Just one of those things. The loud, booming music left so little space to actually think that it was easier to just bounce and sway along to the beat, and the laser-lit darkness made it cozy in a way that almost felt like he was already dreaming. A therapeutic outing, once or twice a month, was how he had come to think about it. Well, that was one part of it. Another was hunting. Dusk was a fox, after all – well, a kitsune, but a fox was a fox in the end – and he had the same urges all predators had. He had simply channeled his into more carnal pursuits. While he wasn’t the type to do anything uninvited, it was still a relaxing, titillating activity to simply observe the patrons of the club and imagine seducing them, mostly the women but sometimes the men, too. His purple eyes pierced the darkness perfectly, letting him watch everyone while his black fur also allowed him to stay unseen, himself. Not that he didn’t like putting on a show, but that pleasure was for different occasions. Here, being unseen was a good thing, because Dusk had a particular vice; he liked taken women. Yes, perhaps it was something to feel a little guilty about, but he never really did, because he also liked making it pleasurable and consensual. It was surprising how many men out there wanted to watch him fuck – and sometimes, breed – their partners. In popular consciousness, the act had a bitter edge to it, and sure, sometimes it was that; a husband wanting to feel jealous, or a wife wanting him to feel somehow lesser. Dusk, though, had found that the best way to enjoy it was when everyone was gleefully and joyously on the same page. Not the easiest “prey” to find, that – couples that willingly shared themselves for risky sex – but it was just about the most delicious thing he had ever figuratively sunk his teeth into through all of this three hundred and some years long life of kitsunehood. So far, tonight had been uneventful. But just then, his sensitive nose caught a tantalizing scent. Heat, unmistakably; the pheromones had the same telltale effect on him as they did on most males, leaving his mouth dry and his attention almost hyperfixated on the source of it. Only this was even more intense, which meant that it was a vixen in heat. Nothing, nothing caught Dusk’s attention – regardless of his age and experience – like the scent of another fox in need. Especially here, in this club. There was only one possible reason that any woman would come here while in heat, and that was because they wanted to be bred, either by a stranger or a future friend. He followed the scent, and found himself staring at a unique specimen, dancing along to the music in a tight dress that hugged every curve of her body, even her bellybutton. A blue vixen, her entire being one of pure sensuality – at least tonight – and to make the sight even more tantalizing, a ring on her finger. An unmistakable sign of being taken, just as her clubbing alone while in heat was just an unmistakable a sign that she wanted to cheat on her partner in some way. Or perhaps, she wanted to be shared. Dusk slunk up behind her. She gave a quiet churr of appreciation, clearly enjoying the hands of a strong, yet unknown male on her wide, gyrating hips. She leaned back against him, and Dusk stuck his nose into the scruff of her neck to inhale deeply of her heated, natural perfume. “What are you looking for?” he whispered into her ear, and the vixen shuddered at the feeling of his breath against the sensitive inner parts of it. “Someone to play with,” the vixen replied, in a low yet deeply feminine growl of need. Sandra knew she shouldn’t really be at the club in the state she was in. The fact was that she could barely remember coming here; she always found herself acting rather instinctively when in heat. On a normal day, her husband, Dacey, would be there to curb the worst of those impulses by doing the kind of thing foxes did best. Well, perhaps he wasn’t much of a top, but he was plenty good with his tongue. It was just that today, of all days, said husband had been called in for overtime at work, and her heat had come a little earlier than she thought it would. She had tried sleeping it off at first, when it’d only been a little tingly sensation somewhere in her lower belly. That had worked for the afternoon, but then, she had awoken that evening even needier than before, warm and with a growing wetness between her legs. Sandra had struggled with that for a while, trying to focus on anything at all while waiting for her husband to come back home; she had made cupcakes – Dacey loved decorating those – and then she had started cleaning the kitchen, before moving on to trying to focus on some television, then video games, growing more and more restless and desperate with each passing minute. Then, that forbidden idea had entered her mind. It wasn’t entirely rational, but if her husband wasn’t at home when she was at her neediest, wasn’t it perfectly acceptable for her to look for some other outlet? The heat was insufferable in a way that no man could really understand, anyway. It wasn’t even really cheating; she and Dacey had talked about sharing each other with friends and lovers, and while she didn’t know anyone at the club, strangers were really what every friend started off as. Maybe they hadn’t talked about sharing her while in heat, but they could always just use condoms. And then there’d be no harm done, right? The idea only grew and grew until it was so alluring and overwhelming that it was entirely impossible to ignore. It was easy enough to joke about men thinking with their dicks, but the people making those jokes clearly had never been in heat. The idea crystalized into something more concrete. Her favorite club wasn’t that far away. Sandra could head there and find a lover for herself, so she’d at least be able to have a peaceful night’s sleep until Dacey was back home to help her. She had followed that lusty, biological impulse to its natural conclusion, and now she was here at the club, scantily clad in her sexiest dress, and smelling that singular way that made every man stare at her. Such as this one, to whom she had just admitted that she needed to get fucked. Yet, it felt good to say it, and his attention felt even better, like basking in the warmth of the sun. “What would your husband say?” Dusk asked, playfully pressing himself firmly against the vixen’s warm body when she showed no sign of discomfort, and letting her feel exactly what effect she was having on him, in the form of a familiar hardness against the soft curve of her rump. “Would he approve?” “Probably,” the vixen replied with a shuddering breath. “I need it.” “You think he’d like it if you let me fill you up with my seed?” Dusk goaded her. “If your belly swelled with someone else’s kits? Or are you just saying that because you need it so badly?” “Both,” she replied. The male’s intoxicating boldness was having an effect on her, too. She had shown up here while toying with the idea of finding a playmate, and as always, in the throes of heat, any man’s touch was electrifying, sending shivers down her spine and straight to that soon-to-be unfaithful – and soaking wet – cunt between her legs. “B-but we should use condoms.” It also turned her on like crazy to see the effect her heat had on males. “Well, we should go, then. That way I’ll have all night to make sure my seed takes,” Dusk grinned, completely ignoring her weak little plea for protection. He loved that breathless enthusiasm, the willingness to leave the whole notion of safe sex as a small aside. “To give that slutty little pussy the treatment it deserves. And to give your loving husband a little surprise to come home to.” “Please,” the vixen replied. “I’m… Sandra,” she added in a dry-mouthed stutter. As much as she wanted to be bred, she still wanted a name to attach to the person doing it. “I have condoms, I…” “Dusk,” the kitsune answered. “Now, let’s head off.” They could barely keep their hands off each other. Dusk ordered a cab, and it was only the cameras and the sign reminding passengers to not make a mess that kept them from touching each other. Mostly. Of course, Dusk snuck his hand between Sandra’s legs to better feel what he was working with, subtly enough that the driver never noticed a thing. But the vixen noticed; Sandra clamped a hand over her snout to keep herself from moaning as Dusk’s fingers traced the wet groove of her panties. She spread her legs a little wider to give Dusk better access, and he took it happily, sliding his hand under Sandra’s dress to properly cup her entire sex against his palm. “Mm, I can just tell how badly you need it,” he murmured. “Your husband can’t be too good in bed if he leaves you this pent up.” A finger hooked into her panties and pulled them aside before slipping inside her. Her body immediately clamped down around the intruding digit, squeezing it with the same longing that she’d soon be squeezing his cock. God, she was so wet. Sandra fought back a blush at how the cab driver would react to noticing the growing wet patch on the seats, but it was a distant worry while she was getting fingered by such a handsome fox, who promised to also make her a mother. No, that wasn’t what she wanted… or was it? Surely, she’d remind him to use condoms, at least. Her heat should be reserved for Dacey, no matter how effeminate he was. Right? Yet, no matter how insistently her mind kept repeating that notion, her body’s desires were different and obvious in how her pussy almost sucked on Dusk’s fingers, trying to draw them deeper into herself. She was like putty in his hands. By the time the taxi arrived at Sandra’s home in the dead of night, their tongues were already entangled in a sloppy, breathless kiss. Dusk paid the driver, and the two of them stumbled to the front door, where he finally shoved her against it before she could even open it. Sandra only barely managed to squirm around enough to unlock the door while Dusk’s hands slipped under that overly tight dress, fingers brushing through the soft, delicate fur of her inner thighs and then kneading over the sodden lips outlined by the lace of her underwear. The vixen moaned, and Dusk had to fight back a moan himself as he felt her soft, and puffy sex clench against his fingers. “So eager, aren’t you? Mm, what would your poor husband say if he knew-” Sandra managed to yank the door open and the two almost fell inside, slowly making their way upstairs as Dusk first pulled off the vixen’s heels, tossing them at the base of the stairs. Then, her panties came off, leaving her lust dribbling down the soft fur of her legs. The dress itself was next, at the top of the stairs. And then, finally, the thin, silky bra that covered her beautiful breasts came off just in front of the bedroom. To some degree, Dusk was doing it on purpose. He wanted the husband to know what they were up to, what they had done. Though the act itself – of breeding his wife – was entirely selfish, it was kinder to let him know that not. Especially if he was actually into it, like Sandra had suggested. “C-condoms?” she stuttered. “We don’t need those,” Dusk replied with a smile, as he guided Sandra into her bed, naked, and her body fully bared for him. “Besides, it’s obvious that you don’t want them either. Look at how wet your pussy is. Only bare, raw breeding can help with that.” He sounded so convincing that Sandra believed him. Condoms could wait. God, her pussy really needed a proper load of his virile sperm, or she’d never be satisfied. Consequences be damned. --- Dacey arrived at their home soon after that, having worked so much overtime that he barely knew what day it was. He was a fox just like Sandra, and while he was male, he was rather effeminate. Sometimes, when he and Sandra were in public, some people assumed that the foxes were a lesbian couple. That always excited him in a somewhat perverse way; he might not have been much of a man, but he didn’t want to be, and Sandra loved him just the same. He had never doubted that. Well, he had never doubted it until today. It wasn’t that it came as a total surprise to find Sandra’s clothes strewn about the house, or to hear her moaning upstairs. They had talked about it. He had said it’d be hot to share her. But now that it was actually happening – or so it seemed – he found himself almost paralyzed. Every thought of anything other than the fact that his wife was about to be fucked by someone else escaped his mind at that moment. It was almost panic-inducing. He snuck up the stairs as quietly as he could, anxiety and excitement blending into an exhilarating mélange of emotions in his head. He, too, suddenly recognized the scent in the air: heat. They had talked about how Sandra thought she’d go into heat soon, but she hadn’t been there yet by the time Dacey left for work. And now, she was. His little cock swelled under his black skirt. No matter how feminine he was, Dacey still had all those urges, too, and was just as susceptible to the wonderful, biologically manipulative scent of heat as any other male. But then, another thought, as he reached the open bedroom door. Sandra was in heat, and she had still invited someone else home? Wasn’t he, as the husband, supposed to be the only one who was meant to breed when she was at the peak of her fertility? Just the thought alone of someone else planting their seed in his beautiful vixen made his knees weak and left his heart beating rapidly with a kind of submissive, fear-filled arousal. Dacey peeked through the door, and in through the dim light – the only light in the room was the streetlights filtering in through half-closed blinds – he saw that Sandra was already on her back with her legs spread. Next to her was a dark-furred fox with three tails, and a very hard cock that dwarfed his own. A bare cock. They weren’t using a condom. Dacey had to lean against the wall to not stumble. His own shaft throbbed as he imagined the entire scene, himself watching the two working towards the inevitable, sticky conclusion. It had been hot when he and Sandra had talked about it, or about getting fucked side by side like two vixens, but now that it was reality, his mind was swirling with confusing emotions. If he did nothing – and if Sandra did nothing – that sexy, thick, dangerous bare cock would soon be inside her pussy. She wasn’t on any birth control. She was in heat. Then, once it was inside, there was no way that the black fox would pull out before the inevitable happened either. His knot would swell inside Dacey’s beloved wife. And then his cock would throb. His cum would fill Sandra’s pussy at the height of her heat. Dacey resolved that he had to stop it, but maybe not right away. That would’ve felt far too bad. Instead, he’d let them both enjoy it for a little bit, as he and Sandra had discussed. He watched, almost entranced, as the other fox got into position between Sandra’s legs. His cock already nudged against her holds, and Dacey’s hand sunk between his legs and under his skirt, with the poor effeminate fox unable to stop himself from squeezing his own erection as he watched with bated breath. --- “Are you sure you want it? You know that once I’m inside you I’m not going to pull out. Not before you’re full of my cum,” Dusk warned Sandra with a deep, throaty grow. He flexed his cock, so the tip slapped against the vixen’s clit, as a reminder of what was soon about to happen. “Not your girly little husband’s. I bet he’s tried to breed you several times already and just failed.” Sandra was practically shivering from head to toe at his words. It felt so wrong, and yet it was exactly what her body needed. She needed to be bred, and roughly, like a proper vixen. She needed the seed of a strong male pumped deep inside her receptive pussy, and her husband just couldn’t provide that. So really, Sandra tried to convince herself, it was her right to spread her legs for this beautiful specimen of confident, cocky manhood. Dacey would understand. He’d probably be happy for her, even. At least it seemed like a reasonable thought to have in the heat of the moment. “Yes! Please fuck me!” Sandra moaned, completely under the stranger’s spell. But it felt good to be under it. With a gentle thrust of his hips – Dusk knew he was bigger than average – the kitsune pushed against her entrance. Sandra moaned. An inch slipped into her well-lubricated and eager body, and then another, stretching her so deliciously wide, like Dacey had never managed to. It was a wonderful new sensation that instantly had her hooked; she already knew she wanted more. By the time Dusk’s knot kissed those yielding lips, she was already lost, and then he actually began to thrust. --- Dacey watched with the same spellbound fascination. It was so deeply perverse watching another male’s cock slide into Sandra’s welcoming warmth. Not just any cock either, but an unprotected one twice or thrice his own size, that made his wife moan out in joy. She’d never moaned like that when Dacey had fucked her, the fox realized. Ever. But surely, she was still smart enough to make him pull out, no matter what kind of dirty talk their fantasies were about? She couldn’t just let him inseminate her, she knew where that would lead, and Sandra had never been that deeply affected by her heats before. Dacey had to focus on stroking his cock to keep himself from shaking as he watched the stranger’s knot quickly swell as it slapped against Sandra’s entrance again and again. Once that slipped inside, it’d be too late for second thoughts. He had to step forward, he had to remind her about it, because obviously she’d just forgotten about the knot, somehow, despite all three of them being foxes. He bit his lip as he watched Sandra wrap her arms around the other fox’s muscular back, claws raking through his fur in the throes of ecstasy. That was another thing she’d never done with him, gotten feral with pleasure. And then, she wrapped her legs around him too, squeezing herself firmly against the other male, hips twitching as she grinded against his knot, soaking wet to the point Dacey could hear it. Each thrust sounded like the kind of sex they only had in porn, and here he was watching someone else do it to his wife. The realization was like a cold shower. She wasn’t going to tell him to pull out. She wanted the other male to cum inside her, despite her heat. No, not despite it. She wanted to get pregnant, to have this stranger breed her. Sandra had completely lost herself to animalistic bliss, moaning and squealing like any other vixen in heat getting a real male’s attention. So why wasn’t he stopping them? They’d respect it if he did. At least Sandra would. Did he want to see it happen, too? Fuck. His cock twitched in his hand, slowly soaking his palm in copious precum. He wasn’t just going to stand here and let it happen, was he? But he only had minutes left, because sooner or later the moaning couple would reach the point every sex act eventually reached, and without the safety of a latex barrier between them, he’d soon be helping raise someone else’s kit. --- “G-gonna knock you up,” Dusk huffed. “Just, nngh, just a little longer.” The sensation of her slippery, almost feverish passage clenching around him was magical, intoxicating. And the fact that it was a taken pussy he was fucking made it twice as good, knowing he was enjoying something so deeply intimate and private, exploring her pleasures without her husband being able to do anything about it. Hell, he’d heard the door open, earlier. The husband was probably watching. He just didn’t want to tell Sandra. No point in interrupting her pleasure just for that. “Oh god, oh god, oh god, please breed me,” Sandra moaned. Her makeup was a mess, eyeliner smeared by tears of pleasure as she was fucked like never before. It felt glorious, like she somehow knew she was supposed to feel in bed. Oh, she loved Dacey will all her heart, but he’d never even gotten close to giving her his kind of rapturous ecstasy, nor had he ever managed to knock her up. But they hadn’t been in a hurry. Now, with her heat hitting her so acutely, it was finally time. She wanted, desperately, to become a mother. This was exactly what she needed and deserved! If it took a stranger’s cum to accomplish that, to make her perfectly toned flat belly swell with a pregnancy, so be it! “Gonna… tie,” Dusk grunted. “But not before you c-cum for me, show me how badly you need this!” He could already feel his balls tightening against his body, preparing to unleash their life-giving cargo of sperm. But first, he wanted to make sure that Sandra came, and so he leaned down to wrap his lips around one of her nipples, tongue lashing over it with the gentlest of suction, and another hand slipped from where it was pinning the vixen down, to the messy union of their sexes, and her stiff little clit. His digit circled around it, then brushed over it gingerly, and Sandra moaned out loud, then huffed – barely managing to draw breath between moans, and then came, surrendering to Dusk’s knowing touch. --- Dacey watched his wife reach her peak. It was beautiful to see her cum, as always, but it hurt watching her pussy so eagerly milk another fox’s cock. Especially knowing that each little clench might set him off and seal her fate. Even more, it was how loud she was moaning, yowling at the top of her lungs like a feral vixen, with her entire body seizing and bucking and thrashing and trembling as a massive orgasm overwhelmed her. Dacey had made her cum before, but never that hard, and certainly not with his little cock. It made his cheeks burn with embarrassment, and yet… he liked seeing her like that, his beautiful blue vixen-wife getting the pleasure she deserved, even if it came from creaming her brains out around another man’s cock. It'd be alright to let her enjoy that as long as she told him to pull out when her orgasm ebbed. So, he did nothing. He still did nothing except stroke his pre-slickened cock as Dusk’s knot pressed against Sandra’s still-clenching folds firmly, just as he had promised. He felt paralyzed, except for his rapidly moving hand. What on earth am I doing? He heard the black kitsune groan and Sandra moan, and then suddenly his knot was inside her. They were tied, and that meant it was too late. Dacey’s treacherous body rewarded him with an orgasm, and he came hard into his hand, splattering the floor with his thin, watery cum while watching the real stud cum, too. It only took him a few seconds after knotting Sandra, but it felt like an eternity, like everything was moving in slow motion. His balls pulsed. The base of his cock that wasn’t buried inside Sandra throbbed, and his hips flexed. Convulsively, the stranger male grinded as deep into the vixen’s willing body as he could. The sight was mesmerizing, and degrading at the same time; Dacey knew exactly what was happening. The black-furred kitsune was seeding his wife. Impregnating her, almost certainly, with how fertile she was. Fuck, he could smell her heat thick in the air, though it was quickly being overpowered by the scent of sex, of a well-bred vixen instead one of that merely wanted to be bred. And it wasn’t his scent, but that of the dominant stranger buried balls deep in Sandra and emptying his balls into her very womb. Somehow, that made him moan out loud in his orgasm. --- Dusk heard Sandra’s husband moan behind him, though in the throes of orgasm, it took him maybe a full minute to really put two and two together. The feeling of claiming the vixen was simply too powerful, too intoxicating to think of anything else, much less move, and risk spilling a single drop of his cum before it all had a chance to soak into Sandra’s body. But when he did, and realized that he had been right – her husband was watching and he did enjoy what he saw – Dusk laughed. “Mm. Looks your girly little partner enjoyed the show,” the kitsune whispered, and Sandra – slowly descending back to reality from the blissful clouds of her first really mind-blowing orgasm – blushed. The realization of what she’d just done began to set in; she had accepted the virile load of stranger she’d just met into her fertile pussy, where his swimmers were now racing up her tubes and towards her waiting eggs. She clenched around Dusk’s slowly deflating knot, at that thought. She and Dacey had talked about it, but with the fantasy turned into an undeniable reality, no matter how good, warm and sticky that reality felt deep inside her unfaithful sex, she worried if he’d be fine with it. “Hey, fox. Get in here. Have a closer look at how happy your wife is,” Dusk barked, and Dacey sheepishly – still in that trance-state of lust, and his half-hard cock hanging from its sheath despite his orgasm – did as he was told. Sandra could barely focus on him with that glassy-eyed stare of pleasure in her eyes. And she seemed to be afraid to meet his gaze. That said, she looked so beautiful like this, and Dacey simply couldn’t fault her for what had transpired. He looked at the other male. “Name’s Dusk,” the kitsune grinned. “So, did you enjoy seeing your wife fucked by a real, strong male?” He raised a leg over Sandra’s to give the effeminate Dacey a good view of his plump balls resting against the vixen’s lips, and the tiny trickle of cum that oozed out despite the rather tight seal of his knot. “Mm, that’s all my cum inside her,” Dusk continued teasing the other fox. “Probably gotten her all knocked up already. Here, come closer.” Dacey did, and as he did, Dusk grabbed him by the arm and pulled him onto the bed, and then by the scruff to pull his face between Sandra’s legs, so tightly that his nose pressed against the kitsune’s slowly deflating knot. “I don’t want any of that to spill unless it’s on you, or in your mouth. You know, maybe if you eat her out right after I pull out, you’ll stop her from getting pregnant,” Dusk taunted him. Sandra contributed with a whimpering little moan, as if she desperately did not want that to happen. Her heat-struck body was still demanding that she conceive, after all, and keeping the kitsune’s wonderfully thick cum inside her was precisely the way to ensure it happened. “Gonna pull out. Get your face in there, cuck,” Dusk growled. And then, he pulled out, slowly at first and then quickly. His knot popped out of Sandra’s pussy, which was left gaping, and a splatter of his cum soaked Dacey’s trembling muzzle. She looked so beautiful like this, the kitsune’s cum like jewelry on her slick, plush folds. Dacey couldn’t help but admire how well-used she looked; he wanted to look like that, too. No matter how degrading it was, he felt compelled to obey when Dusk told him to clean up the “losers”, the sperm that hadn’t made it into her womb. So, he did what any submissive husband would do and stuck out his tongue, letting the seed oozing from his wife’s pussy drool onto his tongue, scooping up more with a feverish little lick, and then swallowing hard. The mingling tastes of her juices and his masculinity was almost too much to bear for poor Dacey, who found his tapered little cock swelling to full hardness again. He needed more. He stuck his tongue deep into Sandra’s freshly inseminated sex, moaning as all the flavors soaked his tongue. “Mm, that’s a good boy. Or should I say girl? Boys don’t usually wear skirts to work, and you know what? Good girls get bred. Wouldn’t really be fair to just breed your sexy wife, would it?” Dusk laughed as he watched the effeminate fox further emasculate himself. --- While Dusk was in full control of the situation, Dacey was rather lost in a mess of sensations. With his nose buried in Sandra’s cum-soaked snatch, he realized that he could no longer smell himself on his wife. Only the other, strong, black-furred fox that had claimed her. And so, as he licked, two thoughts came to him, both of them in conflict with each other. On the one hand, Dacey felt jealous of him, and a bitter anxiety that she was full of his cum. The other, and perhaps stronger emotion, was that he was jealous of her getting her brains fucked out like that and filled with the kitsune’s cum. He wanted that too, in a way that was deeply perverted. He had always wanted to be as feminine as possible, after all, and now there was that heady sensation of wanting to look just like her, including the gaping, well-used and cum-leaking… well, he didn’t have a pussy, so it’d have to be his ass. But that was close enough. As if Dusk was reading his thoughts – and perhaps he was, given that kitsunes were somewhat magical beings – he suddenly felt a pair of strong hands on his ass, prying his cheeks apart. “Oh, don’t worry, I didn’t plan to leave you unfilled. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” Dusk crooned, his fingers tightening around the base of Dacey’s tail and pulling it up, pinning the fluffy appendage against the smaller male’s back. “Isn’t it?” “Isn’t… isn’t w-what,” Dacey stuttered, suddenly even more dizzy with the immensity of the situation. His entire body felt tingly with an emasculating, or perhaps simply feminine need to obey and submit. A muffled whimper barely escaped his closed muzzle. “What’s that? Are you saying you don’t want to be my cum-filled vixen just like your slut of a wife?” Dusk goaded him. A finger swiped over Dacey’s pucker and he whimpered again. This was even more degrading than watching Sandra get bred. And yet, it had left him in such a submissive mindset that he actually wanted it. He wanted to get fucked, and he wanted to get bred, as much as he could be bred as a male. Or did he? The confusing emotions only grew harder and harder to interpret into anything coherent with each passing second. But then, he felt Sandra’s hand on his head, fingers tracing the edge of one ear, and then the other as well. “Just relax, he’s super good at it. And we can be his sexy pair of vixens together,” his wife purred seductively. “ “Well, what’s it gonna be?” Dusk asked. He pressed a firm, broad thumb against Dacey’s entrance, and then, without even waiting for a reply, he felt something slick coat that ring of bare muscle. Then again, Dacey already knew how he was going to answer that question, too. “Yes,” he choked, barely able to get the words out. “Yes what?” Dusk prodded, though he grinned at Sandra as he prepared to dominate her husband too. Dacey didn’t see his toothy smile, but he certainly heard it. It took all of his remaining willpower, but it also felt liberating to finally say it and cast all pretense of being the dominant, manly husband aside. “Yes, I want you to make me your vixen, too,” Dacey whimpered. And that was all that Dusk needed to hear. His tapered cockhead, still slick with Sandra’s lust, pressed against his hole. Dacey moaned, distracting himself from the discomfort by licking Sandra’s sex more fervently, and focusing on the soothing sensations of her hands caressing his head, almost proud to have her husband finally submitting and asking for what he truly wanted. Dusk grunted and pushed a little harder. Dacey felt his cock twitch against his pucker, and then a warm slickness followed as his precum added to the lubrication already applied. He couldn’t help but clench on pure instinct to resist the discomfort, but in the end, his body was helpless to fight the intrusion. As he really, in his heart of hearts, wanted it. The kitsune’s cocktip slipped into him, and both males moaned in unison, one in a deep bass tone and the other rather girlishly. “There’s my good girl,” Sandra murmured, stroking along Dacey’s gasping and moaning muzzle. She was quickly realizing just how hot that act could be, too, emasculating her husband further. But he looked incredibly hot with that wide-eyed look of sudden realization in his eyes, experiencing a real man’s cock inside him. It felt immense inside him, stretching him in ways he had never been stretched before – and in that one moment, he suddenly realized exactly how Dusk had made Sandra moan so loudly and happily. He was moaning, too, before he knew it. The feeling of the kitsune’s thick vulpine cock stretching him, claiming him, and working towards marking him was exhilarating beyond description, like pure eroticism at its most primal core. So, Dacey moaned into Sandra’s slippery folds, letting the ecstasy resonate through him as Dusk slowly began to rock his hips, thrusting in and then pulling out, leisurely – almost lazily rutting into the other male’s body as if he were a vixen, too. And without any protection between the two of them either, soon he’d end up full of cum like one, too. Dacey throbbed, and his feminine little cock spat another rope of precum, this time over his and Sandra’s shared bed that now smelled more like Dusk than either of them. There was a faint little hope in his mind that if he managed to clean Sandra out enough, she might not get knocked up. But with that hope also came a realization; no matter what happened, their relationship was forever changed, or if it wasn’t yet, then it would be. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant feeling; especially not if it came with the perk of getting to enjoy the wonderful vulpine cock inside him whenever he wanted, too. And sure enough, no matter how much he licked, it was far too late. The virile load that Dusk had pumped into Sandra’s receptive body had already soaked deeper than his tongue could reach, anyway, and so, inside her body, those little swimmers were already racing up her tubes. With Dacey moaning into her sodden, sloppy folds – it was impossible not to moan with Dusk’s amazing cock hammering his prostate, each thrust just about making the effeminate fox see stars – the kitsune’s seed found its target, and just like that, Sandra was pregnant. Not with Dacey, the way he had always hoped she’d be, but with Dusk’s future strong and healthy kits. None of the three knew it, but somehow, they felt it. The dynamic between them had already irreversibly changed. Just a few seconds after that, Sandra reached another orgasm. At her first climactic moan, Dusk shoved Dacey’s head firmly against her spasming sex. “There you go, see, you get to pleasure her too,” he growled, and as Sandra’s nectar – mingling with Dusk’s bitter, musky cum – flooded Dacey’s mouth in a heavy gush, he couldn’t help but agree. Who even cared if he was allowed to fuck her or not, or if he could fuck her? He was okay just being another vixen, and vixens didn’t get to breed anyone. Dacey felt something thick and warm press against his entrance, and before he could think the word – “knot” – it popped inside him. He gasped, and Sandra squealed with excitement at watching her husband get tied just as she had been, earlier. “Just close your eyes and enjoy it,” she huffed, watching the expression of momentary discomfort on his face. “It’s amazing.” Dusk kept fucking him in little rapid-fire thrusts, as long and hard as he could muster with the effeminate fox’s hole squeezing behind his knot. It wouldn’t take long. It couldn’t. “N-ngh-fuck,” he grunted, hardly as eloquent as he’d wanted to be, but he was already past the point of no return. He throbbed inside Dacey. And oh, did he ever feel that. It felt more like a twitch from Dacey’s side, but he knew exactly what it meant. The next second, there was a flush of warm, masculine heat inside him. Muted, but still, what was happening was obvious; he was being seeded, bred, just like his heat-struck wife had been earlier. He had never felt closer to her than when sharing this deeply intimate yet perverted moment with the handsome kitsune. And it felt beautiful. Dacey only realized that he was about to cum a few seconds later, when his own shaft jerked and sprayed out another watery load of his weaker seed onto the bedsheets, as if his body was making space for Dusk’s much more potent cum. At the same time, Sandra kept petting him, caressing his head, coaxing him to really empty those useless, girly balls. And he did. He couldn’t have stopped even if he had wanted to. Dacey spilled every last drop of himself onto the sheets, just as Dusk filled him with each heavy throb. He was left dazed and rather swept up in senseless bliss, with his cock softening. But the kitsune wasn’t done yet. “So, what do you- phew, that was pretty damn intense,” Dusk huffed. Even he needed a few moments to recover and let his orgasmic throbbing slow from spurts to oozing, which gave the two foxes a moment to think about what had just happened. It turned out that despite how they should’ve felt – Sandra for getting bred, and Dacey for letting it happen and allowing himself to be degraded like this – they felt good. Surprisingly good. Eventually, Dusk spoke again. “Now then, I’m proud of you for cumming from getting bred, but we really can’t have you getting hard like that, good vixens don’t get hard at all,” Dusk murmured, sounding a little exhausted from the rutting he had just provided, but using his innate kitsune strength to keep going. He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket. “Stay just like that for me, please. That’s a good cuck-vixen…” Then he felt something cold slip over his sheath. He had a split second to react, and chose not to. It locked around him with a little click. “Aw, that’s adorable,” he heard Sandra squeak. She scrambled over to poke the cage now locked around Dacey’s cock, where it’d prevent him from getting hard at all. “B-but, what about when we’re going to… you know?” Dacey managed to reply. He felt a little dizzy from everything that had happened. It was almost too much, really; his wife had been bred by a stranger, then he had been bred, and now he was apparently his dickless vixen, too. “You were never really that good at using it, were you? Trust me, she won’t mind,” Dusk laughed. His strong hand squeezed Dacey’s rump affectionately. “Besides, you do seem pretty good with that tongue of yours, eh? At least if someone creams your cute little wife first.” Dacey felt himself blush again. Yet, he knew that the kitsune was right. He wasn’t very good with his cock, and- -before he had any time to think about it further than that, Dusk rolled onto his back, taking Dacey with him and patting the bed for Sandra to cuddle up on his other side. “But, you know, all that means is I have two vixens whose needs I gotta take care of,” Dusk chuckled, and that awkward bitterness instantly dissipated from Dacey’s mind as the kitsune wrapped his arm around him. That other thing he had felt while watching Sandra and then getting fucked came to the forefront; he felt loved, even if it was a rather strange kind of love, something new and rather exciting. And perhaps more suited to the kind of fox that he was. At least nobody would expect him not to wear the pretty dresses he liked, now. “Don’t worry, my vixens. It’s still your child,” he murmured, squeezing on both. “Even if it’s my seed that knocked her up.” He had no intent whatsoever of actually disrupting their relationship. What kind of monster could do that? The foxes looked adorable together, the girly Dacey and his somewhat more masculine wife. No, they could keep each other. He’d just be the one fucking Sandra from now on, as well as breeding her when she went into heat. Really, it was a public service to the vixen, actually letting her know what getting properly fucked felt like. Or what cumming her brains out the way a woman was meant to felt like. Well, maybe there was the selfish touch of getting to empty his perpetually overfull balls into her womb, too. And maybe he enjoyed dominating them both a little. But it was affection that drove his actions, not any kind of malignant lust. And with how the two foxes eagerly snuggled up to him as their mutual object of desire, it was obvious that they felt the same way. He’d remain a part of their lives for as long as they wanted him.