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A gale blew around the spires of the spaceport as Roan worked his way through the crowded streets. The pure white furred taur wore only two saddle bags on his lower back. The pouches stuffed full of packages as the mail taur made his rounds. Roan trudged on, despite the near hurricane force winds, that sent most of the residents seeking cover. He stopped at each building setting packages inside the doors.


“Ugh why did I take this job?” The taur grumbled as he reached into his pouch, inside he found only one last delivery to make. “I was created to be a spacer not stuck on planetside. But no the council decided we all had to be treated like people, so stuck here till I pay off my debts.”


The taur walked deeper into the seedy parts of the thriving ports. Clean streets gave way to rubbish littered paths. The buildings were clustered together so tight the taur could barely fit his large frame between them. Thankfully due to the raging storm the paths were mostly clear, except for the odd drunk spacer. Roan eyed one jealousy as he stepped over a toppled garbage bin.
Not only should he be out there in space, he couldn’t even get drunk. The engineers made his body so well he was immune to most drugs, booze, and even toxic air. When he was first given his freedom the taur had tried everything. He nearly drank the bar dry till they kicked him out, he hit the shadiest spots trying everything they offered. Not even the hardest synthetic drugs gave him any kind of buzz. The days dragged on and on till he started to receive notices from the company demanding a massive amount of credits.


Panicked Roan started up right away with the mail job, paying what he could on his debt and setting aside enough money for a small junk ship, just so he could get off planet and into space where he belonged. He stopped at a small junk shop, various engine parts hanging from the windows clattered in the wind as the taur read the label on delivery.


“Guess this is the place,” Roan sighed, ducking through the low doorway. He started to set the package on the floor when he saw movement out the corner of his eye. “Um hello I have a delivery for you,” he called.


After ten minutes of no response the taur turned and started to walk out the building. Just as he was about to duck under the doorway he felt something land on his back, and something sharp pressed against his throat.
“Move backwards and don’t make a sound or I’ll slice right through your neck. Nod if you understand,” a voice growled into his ear.


Roan nodded backing into the small building. He felt the knife as it made a thin shallow line of pain across his neck. The smell of copper tickled the taur’s nose as his ass bumped into the counter. The knife at his throat retreated as the shadow slipped off Roan’s back. It slunk over and slide the door shut, trapping the large taur with little room to move.


“It’s time to pay your debt Roan!” The shadow spoke with a low growl.


“I already paid it!” The taur protested, his large rear end pressed against the counter.


“Not according to BioStar, it says you missed one payment for over a cycle.”


“It can’t be!!” Roan’s tail lashed knocking engine components off the counter with a clatter, as he tried to think what he could have missed. “I know I paid it all off, this was gonna be my last pay before buying my way off this dust bowl!”


 “Sadly that won’t be happening I’ve been given the go to reprocess the remaining unpaid bit of you. The rest they said I could have,”


“Wait what?” Roan’s hearts thumped as he tried to think of an escape route. But, no matter how hard he looked there was no way out. Whimpering he turned his view back to the shadow.


“Shall we get started now?” The figure threatened as it stepped forward. A stray flicker of light revealed a striking fox. He was completely naked, his belly was creamy off white, his head and body a deep orange. Both of his ears were tipped with black fur and a black diamond with a small flame flicking inside it hung against his flat chest. Between his legs drooped a large cream colored sheath with two large balls hanging underneath. 


“I I don’t want to,” Roan whimpered, as hearts pounding against his rib cages. “Can I pay you some other way?” Roan whined, as he watched the fox twirl the knife in his paws. 


“Hmm I suppose, I could use a good fuck today. If you satisfy me I might keep you alive and just take your womb.” He grinned, showing off his teeth. 


Roan gulped thinking about it. He could deal with out his womb, he wasn’t planning on having kits anyways. “Umm Ok He said, a blush creeping up on his face as his balls and pussy were exposed to the stalking fox. The lips of his pussy were thick and black in color, a bead of love juice dripped down to splatter over his balls. 


“MMM thats a nice set you have there,” The fox teased as he slipped behind the taur, one paw cupping the taur’s large furry pouch. 


“Ohhh,” Roan moaned as he laid his upper half over the counter. Below him his member slid out of his sheath. A foot and half of fox cock popped out, dripping precum onto the floor. The tip flared out in heat as he felt his balls caressed then dropped.


“You have a nice scent,” The fox exclaimed as he pressed his snout up to Roan’s folds. 


The warm fox tuar pussy smelt like a pine forest after a soft rain. Roan huffed, moaning as the fox’s tongue dragged over his clit. “Ohhh, that is nice umm?” The foxtuar blushed not even knowing the name of the male who was eating him out. 


The fox lapped at the tunnel before pulling out. “Just call me Jarret, it's not like you will remember it if this goes wrong.” He chuckled as he felt the lager male squirm at the reminder how fragile his life was. Roan was much larger than the fox, and probably could easily knock the smaller male out and escape, but Roan didn’t have a single mean bone in his body. The taur was helpless against Jarret, because he was engineered that way.


“Um ok, Jarret.” Roan laid back across the counter as he felt the tip of something large press into his own love hole. “OHHH!,” Roan moaned, his little used fem hole tight from the lack of taur sized partners. 


Jarret moaned as the tip of his purple cock against the waiting taur folds.” I hope you are ready, I’m big enough for a taur,” the fox said as he admired Roan’s back end. He pushed in, the ridges along the underside scraped along the taur’s sensitive inner folds. The large purple cock sank into the taur, making both vulpines moan.


Roan’s eyes were tightly shut as he tried to guess how big Jarret was. Judging by the fox’s size he would be at most slightly above average for a fox. The biggest fox he had known was around 8 inches and has pleasantly thick knot. “One, two, Three,” Roan counted off as he felt Jarret sink into him. The taur shuddered feeling as the fox stretched him open, sinking about half way in.


Jarret was enjoying himself, nearly half his massive cock was in Roan’s tight hole, one of his paws rubbed over the tuar’s firm backside. Jarret’s other paw held onto Roan’s fur as the eleventh inch of his cock went in. The warmth and tightness surrounding Jarret’s member made his tail flick back and forth as the taur kept counting.


“15, 16, 17,” Roan continued to count, his whole body was warm as he was continued to be penetrated by Jarret. Between the taur’s hind legs, his cock throbbed painfully hard, its pinkish flesh slick a it bobbed in time with Jarret’s slow thrusting. 


Jarret threw back his head, his long hair falling behind him as he picked up the pace. “Yes this what I needed, a nice good fuck, to make the trip to this shit hole worth while.” 
Roan ears laid flat against his skull as his counting passed 22 inches. His legs shook as he felt a sudden gush of warmth from Jarret’s cock. Panting the taur pushed back, the counter buckling under his mass as he forced the lips of his sex to swallow Jarret’s purple knot. 


“Oh, Yes!!!” Jarret barked, as he tensed up. His tail slapping against his legs as he unloaded into the taur. The wet and hot feeling around his cock intensified as Roan’s passage clamped down around the knot. Jarret yanked pawfuls of Roan’s ass fur as he was milked, thick fox seed clung to the taur’s inside as the pair of vulpines panting against each other.


Roan was the first to look up as he came out of the afterglow of sex. He felt as a dribble of fox seed dripped down his taint to splatter against his balls. He felt as behind him, Jarret started to stir. Blushing the taur pushed himself up and moaned, he fuller than any other time in his life. He felt as Jarret’s seed sloshed around inside him as he shifted his body weight. Roan wrapped his tail around Jarret, a blush on his muzzle.


“Did I satisfy you?” Roan asked, not wanting to sour Jarret’s mood, but he had to know.


“MMM, Not yet.” Jarret called as he withdrew from the taur. His knot came out with a loud pop, both furs gasping as all 22 inches slide free. Jarret’s dick flopped between his legs, swinging back and forth as he sighed softly.  “It was nice, it’s not often I find someone that can accommodate my size.”


“Yeah you are almost as big as me.” Roan blushed, his cock fully erect and flopping against his belly. Thick strands of taur seed matted his under belly, as he rolled over onto his back. The taur wiggled, making his cock dance along his belly.


“Oh is that so?” Jarret smirked, his cock thickening as he admired Roan’s package. The taur’s cock was the usual canine configuration, only taken to a size that would make a horse blush. Roan’s cock was pink from tip to knot and glistened with desire. “Let's compare them,” Jarret said as he slipped between Roan’s hind legs. The fox flopped his purple hybrid cock over Roan’s and pressed his bit’s over Roan’s. 


Roan blushed as he felt the hot fox member press against his own cock, both slick and throbbing. “So am I bigger?” Roan moaned as he felt his balls ache as Jarret’s heavy balls pressed down against the larger male.   
 
“Hmm,”” Jarret looked down, the tip of Roan’s cock was indeed several inches ahead of his. The taur’s shaft was plumper, with a horse-like flare just behind the tip. The fox however held the advantage in ball size and his knot was a great deal plumper then Roan’s. “It seems you are bigger,” The fox grinned as he started to grind his member against the cock pinned under him.
“Yay!!,” Roan started to moan as he felt Jarret slide across his cock, their previous lovemaking making the sensation of flesh rubbing on flesh very pleasurable. The toes on all four of his feral paws curled and uncurled as he felt the building need to cum. His balls throbbed under the fox as they were crushed under Jarret’s pouch. THe rubbing grew faster till he felt the sign of his impending release. A tingle shot up his member as he felt his seed start to travel up it, then nothing. No tingle, no warm fox cock, no heavy mass bearing down on his nuts.


“Yes these will do nicely,” Jarret smirked. In his paws he held the two foot fox cock, a large fuzzy pouch, and dagger dripping blood. Grinning the fox brought the flared cock tip to his muzzle and started to suck on it.


“That's my?,”  Roan looked on in horror and a bit of lust as Jarret bobbed on what had once hung between his legs. The fox toyed with the firm balls, batting them back and forth while scraping sharp teeth along the still warm dick flesh.


Roan’s chests pounded as he watched the fox put on a show with the bits. Every fiber of his being said to run escape, but a small part. It whispered, that's hot, I want to see more. What else can he take?. Roan whimpered as he rubbed a forepaw over his empty groin, relieved to find only a little splatter of blood. Not going to bleed out, he thought as he moaned, a little bit of cum leaking out of the hole he had left. It felt smooth to the taur’s paw, and he kinda liked it. He gulped as he watched intently as Jarret continued to toy with the taur genitals. 


“I look forward to adding your size to mine, might even take on your nice flare,” Jarret teased, flopping the large member around. Roan blushed as he watched the fox start to deep throat the cock. His look changed to horror as Jarret pulled the member out and bit through the tip. The fox chewed the meat and swallowed, then resumed sucking and teasing the bloody end with his tongue.


Roan whimpered as he watched his dick disappear bite by bite, each chunk perfectly outlined as it went down the fox’s throat. The huge cock was reduced to just the knot after a few minutes, which Jarret started to eat like an apple. Blood and leftover cum dribbles out of the ruined meat as the fox tore into it.


“Nice sweet meat,” Jarret remarked as tossed the leftover bone aside and stared at the furry purse that was left. “Hmm smaller than mine but should add a bit anyways.” Jarret sliced into the pouch, exposing two firm white balls. The fox ripped one out and started to peel the tough outer skin like an orange.


The taur shuddered, wincing as the tender meat was exposed after Jarret tossed the bloody skin off. He blushed at the sight of his greyish white pearl before Jarret bit into it. It burst with a sickly crunch, bits of fluid and meat splattered down onto Roan’s face. Shyly the taur licked a bit that clung to his muzzle. He had to admit it didn’t taste too bad.


Jarret continued to munch, polishing off the second juicy orb. “That was a fine meal,” He commented as he looked down at the emasculated taur. “Well I’ve had my fun I guess it's time to get down to work.” The lusty fox was replaced by a cold calculating mercenary. 


“Yes, sir!” Roan shuddered knowing what that meant. It was time to be carved up. Strangely behind all the fear he was content. At least I got some fun before I have to go, he thought as he stopped playing with his null patch. “I’m ready, will it hurt?”


“Yeah, a lot,” Jarret spoke coldly, the dagger in his paw as he eyed the taur’s large lower belly. “Do I need to restrain you or will you behave?” Jarret balanced the blade in his paw as Roan spread out his legs. 


Roan covered his face as he forced himself to be very still. Even his normally energetic tail laid flat against the cold stone floor. He hissed between his paws as pain started to build in his groin. It started as a faint burning much like a paper cut, but quickly escalated to a hot burning sensation. The taur couldn’t help but peek at what was going on and immediately whined as Jarret opened up the large white belly. 


The fox’s paw was steady and pulled the dagger from Roan’s groin to just under the large ribcage. The blade parted the taur’s fur, a thin red line forming as it only cut through the top layer. Jarret grabbed the open edges of the skin and started to peel it back, exposing the firm muscles underneath. Roan groaned in pain as he forced himself to hold still, his gaze focused on the bloody meat the fox revealed. Jarret picked up the dagger again, this time starting at the top and pulling down towards the empty crotch.


Roan’s tail thrashed as he bit his lower lip till it started to bleed. The pain was unlike anything he felt, yet he just couldn’t look away. His meat was split just deep enough to for the fox to reach into the abdominal cavity. Roan panted as he felt Jarret’s push into the long slit, grunting as the fox’s paws ripped through a membrane and plunged into his guts. “Fuck, that hurts,” Roan whined as Jarret yanked, pulling a loop of bloody intestines out the slit.


“The trouble with these jobs is there's just so much trash to get through,” Jarret remarked as Roan’s guts started to steam in the cool air. Tears ran down Roan’s as more of his intestinal tract was piled onto his chest. 


Roan lowered a forepaw into the wet and slimy organ. It felt hot against his paw as he felt a deep tugging from inside of him. His anus puckered as Jarret tore the colan free, tossing the organ end onto the pile. “Oh fuck!!!” Roan swore, his belly feeling empty devoid of his bowels. The taur hugged the mass of guts to his chest, breathing hard as he felt Jarret start to dig around again.


“Hmm four kidneys?” Jarret mused as he tossed the large organs aside and resumed cleaning the taur out. It got harder for Roan to breath as the fox removed one organ after another. The pain was overwhelming but his upper torso kept him going. As the spleen, liver, and bladder came out Roan could barely move. The taur’s lower legs felt heavy and just slumped as Jarret reached in one last time. Roan shuddered softly barely tugging as is fem sex before the fox pulled out a large bloated womb. “Ahh Payday, I hope they don’t mind the deposit I made,” Jarret carried the precious cargo over to the shadows and secured it into a transport box.


“You aren’t gonna leave me like this? Are you? “  Roan asked, his eyes heavy with pain and tiredness. His upper body numb to his lower as Jarret returned carrying a Type 3 med box in his bloody paws. The taur’s voice was ragged and quiet. Each word took a great amount of effort to say.


“I suppose you are right, it would be cruel to live you like this, you could last a week like that. I do hate to see suffering and would be a shame to waste all this meat.” The fox gestured at the various taur organs laying around. 


Roan nodded softly as pulled himself up slightly. “I bet you could make a bundle on my fur alone. Even if its stained now.” The taur blushed, even in all the pain he liked the thought of being useful. His big forepaws slipping off his chest dragging his entrails along with. Roan gasped as the weight tugged yanking his stomach out of the cavity to splat wetly on the floor. 


Jarret scooped up his dagger and smiled at the taur. “That’s the attitude to have, normally I avoid repo jobs. They always leave a bad taste in my mouth, but it's refreshing to have somebody taking it so well.” 


Roan blushed softly forcing his nearly dead lower limbs to move. He rolled over and stood on very weak legs. Alarmed he looked around but couldn’t see Jarret anywhere. Panting, with his belly still split, Roan looked around. “Jarret?” The gutted taur whimpered as he tried to see the fox.


“Be Still!” Jarret hissed with the dagger at Roan’s throat. The tuar gulped, holding still as the fox leaned in. “I’m also taking your head home with me for my collection. It's not often I get to add one of your kind.” 


“My head?” Roan epped, his legs giving out from under him. The taur landed with a wet thud, what little life in his body gone. “I I don’t think I’ll last as long as you said.” Roan gasped his breath raspy as his upper body started to falter. “Please make it quick,” Roan begged.


Jarret slid the dagger across the taur’s throat. Roan jaws went slack as he made a gurgling sound. Blood poured from the the wound as Jarret worked the blade through Roan’s thick neck. The fox’s paws worked the blade with such precision from years of practice. Roan gurgled more blood as his esophagus and trachea was cut. Sticky hot blood covered Jarret’s paw as he sliced through the carotid arteries and jugular veins.
The fox’s blade met resistance as he reached the taur’s spine. He pulled Roan’s head back slipping the blade between the vertebrae. The taur blinked as all connection to his body was severed. The head’s mouth opened and closed soundless as the knife burst free. Jarret lifted the head free as the large body crashed against the floor lifeless. 


“Such a lovely prize,” Jarret teased the head. Roan just blinked as his life drained out of his neck. “You’ll make a fine addition to my collection.”


Roan open his muzzle, his response was only a gasp. The head’s eyes once bright and full of life, now a dull grey. It glanced over at its former life life, bleeding on the ground and gave a half-smile. At least I had a nice ending he thought as he closed his eyes. It felt like a great weight had been lifted on his now detached shoulders. 


Jarret smiled as brought the head head close enough to give Roan a farewell kiss as the taur passed. “Thank you Roan, you have been a pleasant bounty.” He gave the head a gentle pat and set it carefully on top of the container holding the fox cream filled womb. The fox began the slow work of peeling the taur’s fur of the body. 


Jarret glanced back at the head several times as he worked, his cock fully hard the whole time. He set the lower feral pelt aside, tail attached. The fox separated the upper half and dumped it into the pile of of trash organs. There was no value in the short and blood stained anthro fur. The merc, butchered the remaining fox carcass into piles of meat, setting aside a few choice cuts himself.


Leaning back Jarret panted as he wiped his paws clean on a rag he found in the back of the parts shop. “That was a lot of work,” He panted as his erection throbbed. “Ugh can’t go see the client like this!” He reached over plucking the still head of his mark. “Maybe a bit more of fun will be relaxing,” Jarret grinned as he stroked the head’s vulpine ears. 


The fox lowered his improvised toy till it's cold lips graced the tip of his massive cock. He let out a soft whine as slipped in, the toy’s tongue providing a nice sensation as his member rubbed against it. Huffing Jarret closed his eyes and started to thrust into the lifeless toy. Each thrust pushing deeper. He bottomed out at about half his length before he pulled out again. “Damn I should have done this before I removed it oh well,” the fox grunted as he started to feel the pressing need to rut the toy.


“Ungh, Ungh!” Jarret moaned as he leaned back against a wall. His, paws gripped the head from the sides as he started to slide the fox head up and down his shaft. The merc moaned in bliss as the toy worked all his buttons. Shuddering as he felt felt his orgasm fast approaching, Jarret pulled the head up to the tip the slammed it as far down is it would go without ruining it. Thick ropes of fox seed jetted out the open throat of the head to messily splatter on the floor, as the merc rode his final orgasm of the job.




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Prolog:
“Here is the item as requested,” Jarret a transport box on the desk. Behind the desk with a large smile stood a dragoness staring out a window. 


“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble to track it down,” She mused turning around. Her massive size dwarfing the fox. 


“It wasn’t too bad, barely an annoyance.” Jarret responded as the client’s large chest and member caught his attention. “He was rather accepting of his debt.”


“Well done then,” The dragoness leaned over, scooping the box up in a large paw. “Your pay is already in your account.”


“Thank you, I’ll be leaving then,” Jarret grinned back as the dragoness inspected his handy work.


“Wait, before you go there is another mission I would like to hire you for. One of our former geneticists, Mr. Yumako, has gone rogue and set up shop on his own. I need you to bring him back alive, it pays well and there is sure to be many strange creatures to battle.” The dragoness’s thick tail swished back and forth as she set the container on a shelf.


“Hmm,” the fox thought carefully. “I’ll let you know in a few days. There is a few things I need to take care of at home.”


“Very well, don’t take too long thinking, Mister Yumako is always on the move. Our intell says he is gearing up for something big and is sure to leave the sector shortly.”


“Jarret grinned and nodded as he turned around leaving the large office of the CEO of Biostar Industries. His tail wagging back and forth as he thought of his latest conquest and of future battles to come.