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Things aren't the way he envisioned. But he's not in jail, he has a steady job, and he's dating the mayor. Sort of. Things could be worse, couldn't they?\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Former Assistant Mayor Nick Wilde doesn't have the perfect life. Things aren't the way he envisioned. But he's not in jail, he has a steady job, and he's dating the mayor. Sort of. Things could be worse, couldn't they?
", "writing": "\"I know this comes as a shock. Deep in my gut I, too, want to oppose, but the facts don?t lie, folks. Mayor Bellwether?s policies have lead to an across the board decline in instances of predators going savage, but it?s a problem we?re going to have to learn to live with. And because of that, the Mayor will be...\" Mentally, Nick paused. It didn?t show on camera, nor did the deep, sighing breath of his internal monologue as he braced himself to gladhand yet another patented Bellwether predator control policy and sell it to his people. The worst part about it was that he wasn?t lying. As far as he could tell instances really were on the decline from the peak it had reached during the previous mayor?s efforts to cover it all up. He hated what she had to do to them, but he did believe it was all done in everyone?s best interest. \"Tightening the curfew on predators in the city. To limit exposure, diurnal predators are now to be in the shelter of their choosing, not necessarily their own home, by sunset. Likewise with nocturnal predators and sunrise. We want to minimize any danger by limiting the potential number of incidents at any given time. The police have been stretched thin in their operations.\"\n\nHonestly, it didn?t really matter what he said. His career as assistant mayor had ended a year in, once Dawn had squeezed out all of the credibility she could from him. Now he was little more than City Hall?s spokesperson, a stark demotion. Dawn had replaced him with one of her opponents in the previous election, locking down her support from prey, making Nick?s dwindling pull with predators all but irrelevant. Still, while it was a ruthless, calculated move behind the scenes, publicly she was kind enough to spare him the humiliation. She made their relationship public. Or, rather, she made the existence of a relationship between them public and let people interpret that however they would. And given how close they had gotten while working together, it would of course be a severe conflict of interest for them to continue to occupy the two highest seats of public office. And so Nick Wilde was stepping down. By this point, however, Nick wasn?t all that upset. He knew what he was.\n\nHe had always been a con-artist and fast talker. Always willing to take advantage and get one over on the people around him. To lie, cheat, and steal. This wasn?t any different. He was marching his people to subjugation and doing his best to make sure they marched along with smiles on their faces. If anything, he was acting as a better man than he ever had before. After all, there was a genuine danger his actions were serving to safeguard against. No one had been able to crack the case on what was causing predators to go savage. It really was to their benefit to stay out of the way before the prey population turned on them in ways that manifested beyond popular opinion polls.\n\nSo he was Mayor Bellwether?s mouth piece. That was fine by him. Especially since that wasn?t the only thing he was to her. The story she let leak from their office wasn?t simply a ploy to conveniently unseat him. It was very much true. Nick Wilde was dating Dawn Bellwether. He would call himself her boyfriend. If you asked her, however, the fox was more a boy toy than anything else.\n\nNick entered the penthouse that served as the mayor?s residence. He didn?t live here, not officially, but Dawn trusted him with the key. He made a point of neither betraying that trust nor overindulging in the privilege of access to her home. A smooth talker he still was, yes, but he did his best to make an honest fox out of himself. He still carried a wound in his psyche from Judy?s betrayal that drove him to be as perfect an example of a predator as he could.\n\nHe entered the den to find a roaring fire the only source of illumination in the room. The next thought barely had any time to register, but he noticed that Dawn had done a little redecorating since last he?d visited. But that thought quickly left his mind as he noticed who was sitting on the couch and in what state.\n\nCompletely bare, save the jewelry on her wrists, the deliberately manicured wool that accentuated her features, and the glasses on her face, was Dawn Bellwether. In one hand she gripped a book she casually thumbed through. Her other had was working the slippery slot between her spread thighs.\n\n\"Good evening, Nick.\" She spoke without even looking up from her book. \"I was wondering when you?d arrive. It?s impolite to keep the mayor waiting, you know.\" She snapped the book shut, turning to face him. \"Strip,\" she ordered. And like the domesticated thing he?d become, Nick swiftly complied.\n\nShe watched him, playing with herself with a near indifference. He was quite the fox. Cute in that way foxes were, but not really much of a man. Not in the ways she valued men, at least. Still, he was a very pretty boy, and she enjoyed watching him peel away the layers of his suit until he was standing there, sleek and lithe in his bare fur. Already, she could see, his cock, unimpressive as it may have been, ached for her. Pulsing and spurting clear spurts of watery precum as it stood at full attention. Slick, bright red and veiny blue. A sharp contrast to his cream underbelly. He wanted inside of her so badly. She didn?t let him fuck often, but when she did it was clear to her that she was the best that he?d ever had. Not a surprise, predators were generally pretty piss poor at most things. Why should fucking be any different? Though by now she?d made sure that this one, at least, had been properly trained.\n\nThe conman confidence he usually carried himself with was completely absent in his hesitant approach and longing gaze. He knew how pathetic he must have seemed. But pride had never been one of his greater vices. And she liked him pathetic, he knew. And he knew he?d have to earn her favor.\n\nHe walked to her on legs growing progressively more wobbly as he breathed in the scent of her. How long had it been since he?d last been allowed inside of her? Since she?d last even touched him? It had been at least a month, he knew, since he was even allowed the pleasure of finishing himself to the sight and smell of her. He came buckets and seeing her glistening with his spend had only served to harden his ardor all over again. Unfortunately the mayor had better things to do that day than spend it all giving him a show. Even if they were \"dating.\"\n\nHe drew nearer and, once he?d entered her range, she stretched out a leg , spreading the hooved digits at the end of her feet and sliding him between them. He had been fearful the first time she?d done this, expecting quite a bit of pain, having never been with any kind of prey before, let alone a hooved one. But, while they were by no stretch of the imagination soft, the hardness and rough texture he?d expected simply weren?t there. While the outside of her digits served their protective purpose, the inside fell somewhere between them and the digits on her hands. Firm, but with just enough give for him to enjoy the warmth between them.\n\nBellwether almost never used her hands on him anymore. And her mouth had been off limits since after their first bit of fun. While her pussy was meant to take cock, and so she let him inside for her own enjoyment, the same couldn?t be said of the rest of her. She found the notion of servicing a predator with those parts of her body downright demeaning. But this? This she enjoyed. She already had the fox eating out of the palm of her hand. Feeling his gratitude in warm, runny spurts as she all but trampled on his unremarkable maleness? That was power. And she got off to power.\n\nShe dragged him closer by his prick, squeezing down just a little tighter. She didn?t need to pull, he obeyed her intent with only the slightest of tugs. Another once he was standing in front of her forced him to his knees where she finally released him while spreading her thighs wide.\n\nShe pulled her digits from her steamy box, her juices trailing them in a syrupy strand. A condescending laugh left her as she poked the foxes nose and watched it go wild, scenting at her with reckless abandon. She kept it there for a few moments more, reveling in how easy it had been to turn the supposedly streetwise, conniving little con-artist into little more than a trained pup. And the moment she pulled away, he was off. Burying his snout deep between her legs. He brought his hands up behind her, grasping each of her tiny sheep cheeks in one of his palms as his tongue lashed at her cunt with reckless abandon and calculated skill. He could already eat a pussy when they met. Now he was the best little muff diver she?d ever had.\n\nIn truth, all other things aside, Nick enjoyed going down on her. Maybe it was something lodged deep in his predator brain that made tonguing a tiny little prey animal he could lift in the palms of his hands so appealing. Or maybe he was just a natural people pleaser, even when that pleasure was being derived in a more physical sense. Regardless, he took to her flower with an enthusiastic gusto.\n\nBellwether kicked a leg up over one of Nick?s shoulders while her other leg dangled from the couch. One of her hands rested on his head and she held the other against her face, muffling the sound of her voice as she bucked and ground herself up against Nick?s prodding snout and pliable tongue.\n\nIt didn?t take him long to get her there, his sense for her internal sensitivities having grown precise over the course of their working and personal relationships.\n\nShe came quietly. She loved the feeling he gave her, but she didn?t like giving the fox the satisfaction of hearing just how much. She liked control, and she felt giving him even that much was ceding some of it to him. Eyes closed and teeth clenched in an un-preydylike snarl, she kept his face buried deep between her legs while she continued to ride it through the duration of her orgasm.\n\nOnce she?d finally come down from her peak, Nick to a moment to lap away the juices she?d left drenching his muzzle. Brimming with pride, he was just about to say something witty when he suddenly felt himself being forcefully jerked backwards, something tough and leathery wrapping around his throat. His hands went to the strap, but he was unable to loosen its hold on his throat and soon each of his arms were grabbed as well. Panicking, he looked to Bellwether, who didn?t seem to be having any reaction to his crisis whatsoever. Which, he was smart enough to understand, meant that, whatever it was that was about to happen to him, she was in on it. In fact, she was probably behind it.\n\nHe slammed hard into high-backed the chair he?d noticed when he entered and his head was pulled back to force him to sit bolt upright. The strap around his throat was pulled through slits in the wood and secured. Not tight enough to choke him, so long as he didn?t struggle, but he wouldn?t be going anywhere either.\n\nNow unable to turn his head, he saw only the hands that secured his wrists to the armrests of the seat. They were familiar, to a degree. Not terribly unlike Bellwether?s, but larger. And rougher. He?d never met a ram before. He?d seen them around, of course, but he?d never been familiar enough with one to notice all of the idiosyncrasies of their bodies, but Nick was sure that the people tying him down now were just that. And once they?d strapped his legs down like they?d done the rest of him, his hunch was proven correct.\n\nThere were three of them, none of them paying him any mind now that he was all tied up and all of them as naked as he was. Buff and wooly in a way that differed from Bellwether?s deliberately adorable grooming. Their wool was thick and knotted as though they rarely cared for it and hadn?t once shaved the stuff a day in their lives. None of them were Bellwether?s pristine white either, each grimy and unkempt. And now that he had some time out from between her thighs, he could scent them as well, and they smelled exactly the way they looked.\n\n\"Dawn... What, uh... Wha-what?s, um, what?s going on here,\" Nick asked, subtly struggling against his restraints, trying to find a weakness somewhere. He spoke with a feigned calm that only slightly betrayed the absolute panic he was feeling.\n\nThey were all much larger than he was in every sense of the word. The shortest had a good foot on Nick?s height while they all had broader chests and bigger arms. And, of course, when it came to what they had hanging between their legs, well, Nick didn?t compare.\n\n\"Please, fox,\" she practically spit the word. \"Keep it professional if you?re going to address me by name. These are just some of the men who work for me.\" Her cadence was that curt Mayoral clip she used in the office when the cameras weren?t rolling, but her tone was unmistakably giddy\n\nShe wasn?t allowed to continue speaking unobstructed, a long, hot, wet tube of flesh sliding against her face as she attempted to continue to explain. Another ground against the back of her head then up and over, parting the tuft of fur like a makeshift pussy.\n\nStill, she persisted even through her continued and escalating molestation. \"You?re a serviceable enough tongue when I need it, but,\" she stopped to let out a yelp as a pair of hooved fingers pinched down on her nipples and roughly pulled at them. \"But I need cock in my fucking box sometimes,\" she continued. \"Every time I?ve felt sorry enough to let your little puppy prick inside me all I could think about was getting a real ungulate rape missile to fuck me up right.\"\n\nAt this point her entire head was being used to stimulate the three rams who?d surrounded her. Nick could hear her speaking, but couldn?t see her behind their mass. She let out a squeal that was equal parts pain and pleasure as one of them roughly shoved most of his hand up her cunt and started working at her, not even bothering to stimulate her clit. Yet and still, he heard the tell-tale sounds of her rising orgasm, only for her to let it ring out in ways she never let him hear when he got her off.\n\n\"Shit,\" she panted, once she?d started coming down. She gently cupped one of the cocks sliding across her right against her throat and gave it a loud, obscene kiss. \"SMRC H! They?re so good. And it?s not just their size. They know what a girl is for! Out there, I?m their boss. Their lives and livelihoods are in my hands. But in here, right now, what I say doesn?t count for shit!\"\n\nAs if to emphasize that point, one of the rams grabbed her glasses and tossed them aside, leading another to snatch a tuft of her wool and jerk her head to look at him. He opened his mouth wide, making a disgusting, phlegmy noise before hocking a gooey wad of lung butter right into her eye while the others laugh.\n\n\"They?re gonna fuck me up so bad, fox. I hope, for your sake, they don?t leave too many marks I can?t hide. After all, everyone knows the mayor?s dating a predator. Who know when he might go savAAAUUGH!\"\n\n\"Ain?t here to listen to you bitch, I get enough of that on the job. Did always wanna find out if you were as much of a tightass as you come off as on the job.\"\n\nThe ram had done just that to Bellwether?s tiny previously unspoiled asshole, brutally forcing the blunt head of his shaft through her unprepared sphincter. He didn?t pause or give her time to adjust. He filled her guts with more mutton than she had on her bones. The sickening sounds of her stretching filling the ears of all parties present.\n\n\"Ssshit,\" she exclaimed, her face contorting with the pain of being so thoroughly speared. \"Gawd he?s so ffffffukin? deep, fox!\" Her voice was half a strained groan, half the most seductive moan Nick had ever heard leave her body. Especially impressive given how compressed her lungs looked to be from the distended mass in her guts. \"You can almost smell his fucking cock on my breath!\"\n\nShe shot Nick a vicious sneer she just barely managed to contort her face into before, as if to emphasize the point she?d just made, the Ram wedging himself balls deep into her bowls wrapped his hand around her throat and gave it the same kind of squeeze that Nick had become all too familiar with on those nights where Bellwether left him to his own devices after using him to get her kicks.\n\nThe little ewe made some choking, glottal noises as she was roughly strangled. It was far from sweet or delicate, but clearly the ram knew what he was doing and she wouldn?t come out too much worse for the wear.\n\nBending her backwards he squeezed tighter and, reflexively, her jaw popped open, tongue falling slack over her face not from unconsciousness, but sheer stimulation overload. It was shunted to the side and her throat was packed tight with another dick much too large for her teeny tiny little body. Despite this she actively swallowed him down, throat massaging his length with each enthusiastic gulp pulling him further, deeper inside of her overstuffed anatomy.\n\nNot content with the havoc already being wrought upon her as the two writhing tubes, visibly outlining her digestive tract through her skin, seemed to be tearing her at the seams as they rut through her, the third ram decided he couldn?t wait. And he didn?t mind sharing a hole.\n\nAlready packed beyond its limit, he played at the edge of her lips, trying to create just enough space to pry her jaw wider and wider. Bellwether didn?t resist, straining to open more and allow herself to be even more thoroughly defiled. Her eyes flicking every so often to catch Nick?s as he saw the woman he?d accepted as his lover absolutely fucked to bits.\n\nShe squealed as the third managed to push in, her jaw giving a worrying, muffled pop, but not dislodging. Behind the ram blowing out her asshole her feet tried to cross as she was rocked with a mind sizzling orgasm, drenching him with her squirt.\n\nHer throat was made to expand far beyond what should have been its capacity as the third ram?s cock, the biggest of the three, slowly slid down next to the other. By this point Bellwhether?s body, from a combination of stimulation and oxygen deprivation, had gone fully limp. She was still conscious, but lacked the strength, or the desire, to do anything but allow herself to be used as a sheathe. And with three cocks in her any easy rhythm began to set in, letting the rams fuck her pliable body with full strokes, ensuring that she had a cock and a half in her at any given time. At least until they were ready to drop their loads.\n\nA silent agreement had passed between the three of them. And if they gave a fuck about what Bellwether thought in the moment it would have been four. As each drew near o their climax they held their place balls deep inside of her until all three were ready to blow.\n\n\"Stop,\" Nick cried out in concern. He had a good heart, and even his current treatment didn?t prevent him from worrying about the consequences of what was about to happen. Each of the rams were packing sacks that looked like they held two shotputs. Those behemoth balls had already beaten Bellwether black and blue, bruising both her face and ass with theit sheer weighty force. Nick feared what pumping three loads from balls that size would do to her.\n\n\"Shut the fuck up,\" one of the rams buried in her throat grunted, the last to jam himself fully inside of her. \"Just watch us put some protein in this pred fucker?s cock sewer. You can have what?s left back when we?re done.\"\n\nUnable to tear his eyes away, Nick did just that. Watched as those meat pipes that made his pointy little prick look even more of a joke than it already was fired off, one after the other, into the ewe?s guts. Watched as her belly roiled and burbled before beginning to balloon larger and larger with hot ram nut for minutes on end. And just as he was sure they would tear her to shreds, he watched them pull out and toss her onto the floor at his feet, letting the remainder of their orgasms loose on her limp form.\n\nNick couldn?t look away from her. He was disgusted with what had happened. He was hurt by what had been said. He was scared of what people would think. Worst of all, looking at the crater that had been made of her ass and her loose, gaping maw, he was hard.\n\nA few moments more passed and Bellwether raised a shaky forehoof into the air, bringing it down onto Nick?s thigh. She repeated the process with the other. Slowly, slowly, she used Nick to balance herself and rise onto wobbly legs. She was a dripping, cum glazed mess. Her stomach was a sloshing dome. The reek from her body made his stomach turn. Her mouth and crotch were covered in stray strands of overly coarse wool plastered there by sweat and fuck grease. Her eyes caught Nick?s twitching, pre-spurting pecker and she licked her lips.\n\n\"Let me help,\" she said.\n\nNick?s heart swelled against his will as her jaw opened, popping and creaking as it readjusted. It had been so long since she?d actually gotten him off. He hated what he?d just seen, but maybe it would be worth going through if afterwards she would...\n\n\"Hrrrk...\"\n\nHe heard the sounds before registering anything else. The gag. The splashing. And then he felt the warmth as Bellwether emptied a gallon of other men?s hot spunk from her belly right into his lap.\n\nBellwether couldn?t tell if Nick had suffered the humiliation of being made to orgasm by what she?d just done to him. She didn?t really care all that much. Once she?d finished relieving some of the pressure her lackey?s balls had left inside of her, the only thing she had for Nick the remainder of the night is the warm belch that followed.\n\n\"Boys,\" she said, addressing the rams while keeping her eyes locked with Nick?s. \"By morning, I don?t want to be able to so much as feel this the next time he?s in me.\"\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": ""I know this comes as a shock. Deep in my gut I, too, want to oppose, but the facts don?t lie, folks. Mayor Bellwether?s policies have lead to an across the board decline in instances of predators going savage, but it?s a problem we?re going to have to learn to live with. And because of that, the Mayor will be..." Mentally, Nick paused. It didn?t show on camera, nor did the deep, sighing breath of his internal monologue as he braced himself to gladhand yet another patented Bellwether predator control policy and sell it to his people. The worst part about it was that he wasn?t lying. As far as he could tell instances really were on the decline from the peak it had reached during the previous mayor?s efforts to cover it all up.  He hated what she had to do to them, but he did believe it was all done in everyone?s best interest. "Tightening the curfew on predators in the city. To limit exposure, diurnal predators are now to be in the shelter of their choosing, not necessarily their own home, by sunset. Likewise with nocturnal predators and sunrise. We want to minimize any danger by limiting the potential number of incidents at any given time. The police have been stretched thin in their operations."

Honestly, it didn?t really matter what he said. His career as assistant mayor had ended a year in, once Dawn had squeezed out all of the credibility she could from him. Now he was little more than City Hall?s spokesperson, a stark demotion. Dawn had replaced him with one of her opponents in the previous election, locking down her support from prey, making Nick?s dwindling pull with predators all but irrelevant. Still, while it was a ruthless, calculated move behind the scenes, publicly she was kind enough to spare him the humiliation. She made their relationship public. Or, rather, she made the existence of a relationship between them public and let people interpret that however they would. And given how close they had gotten while working together, it would of course be a severe conflict of interest for them to continue to occupy the two highest seats of public office. And so Nick Wilde was stepping down. By this point, however, Nick wasn?t all that upset. He knew what he was.

He had always been a con-artist and fast talker. Always willing to take advantage and get one over on the people around him. To lie, cheat, and steal. This wasn?t any different. He was marching his people to subjugation and doing his best to make sure they marched along with smiles on their faces. If anything, he was acting as a better man than he ever had before. After all, there was a genuine danger his actions were serving to safeguard against. No one had been able to crack the case on what was causing predators to go savage. It really was to their benefit to stay out of the way before the prey population turned on them in ways that manifested beyond popular opinion polls.

So he was Mayor Bellwether?s mouth piece. That was fine by him. Especially since that wasn?t the only thing he was to her. The story she let leak from their office wasn?t simply a ploy to conveniently unseat him. It was very much true. Nick Wilde was dating Dawn Bellwether. He would call himself her boyfriend. If you asked her, however, the fox was more a boy toy than anything else.

Nick entered the penthouse that served as the mayor?s residence. He didn?t live here, not officially, but Dawn trusted him with the key. He made a point of neither betraying that trust nor overindulging in the privilege of access to her home. A smooth talker he still was, yes, but he did his best to make an honest fox out of himself. He still carried a wound in his psyche from Judy?s betrayal that drove him to be as perfect an example of a predator as he could.

He entered the den to find a roaring fire the only source of illumination in the room. The next thought barely had any time to register, but he noticed that Dawn had done a little redecorating since last he?d visited. But that thought quickly left his mind as he noticed who was sitting on the couch and in what state.

Completely bare, save the jewelry on her wrists, the deliberately manicured wool that accentuated her features, and the glasses on her face, was Dawn Bellwether. In one hand she gripped a book she casually thumbed through. Her other had was working the slippery slot between her spread thighs.

"Good evening, Nick." She spoke without even looking up from her book. "I was wondering when you?d arrive. It?s impolite to keep the mayor waiting, you know." She snapped the book shut, turning to face him. "Strip," she ordered. And like the domesticated thing he?d become, Nick swiftly complied.

She watched him, playing with herself with a near indifference. He was quite the fox. Cute in that way foxes were, but not really much of a man. Not in the ways she valued men, at least. Still, he was a very pretty boy, and she enjoyed watching him peel away the layers of his suit until he was standing there, sleek and lithe in his bare fur. Already, she could see, his cock, unimpressive as it may have been, ached for her. Pulsing and spurting clear spurts of watery precum as it stood at full attention. Slick, bright red and veiny blue. A sharp contrast to his cream underbelly. He wanted inside of her so badly. She didn?t let him fuck often, but when she did it was clear to her that she was the best that he?d ever had. Not a surprise, predators were generally pretty piss poor at most things. Why should fucking be any different? Though by now she?d made sure that this one, at least, had been properly trained.

The conman confidence he usually carried himself with was completely absent in his hesitant approach and longing gaze. He knew how pathetic he must have seemed. But pride had never been one of his greater vices. And she liked him pathetic, he knew. And he knew he?d have to earn her favor.

He walked to her on legs growing progressively more wobbly as he breathed in the scent of her. How long had it been since he?d last been allowed inside of her? Since she?d last even touched him? It had been at least a month, he knew, since he was even allowed the pleasure of finishing himself to the sight and smell of her. He came buckets and seeing her glistening with his spend had only served to harden his ardor all over again. Unfortunately the mayor had better things to do that day than spend it all giving him a show. Even if they were "dating."

He drew nearer and, once he?d entered her range, she stretched out a leg , spreading the hooved digits at the end of her feet and sliding him between them. He had been fearful the first time she?d done this, expecting quite a bit of pain, having never been with any kind of prey before, let alone a hooved one. But, while they were by no stretch of the imagination soft, the hardness and rough texture he?d expected simply weren?t there. While the outside of her digits served their protective purpose, the inside fell somewhere between them and the digits on her hands. Firm, but with just enough give for him to enjoy the warmth between them.

Bellwether almost never used her hands on him anymore. And her mouth had been off limits since after their first bit of fun. While her pussy was meant to take cock, and so she let him inside for her own enjoyment, the same couldn?t be said of the rest of her. She found the notion of servicing a predator with those parts of her body downright demeaning. But this? This she enjoyed. She already had the fox eating out of the palm of her hand. Feeling his gratitude in warm, runny spurts as she all but trampled on his unremarkable maleness? That was power. And she got off to power.

She dragged him closer by his prick, squeezing down just a little tighter. She didn?t need to pull, he obeyed her intent with only the slightest of tugs. Another once he was standing in front of her forced him to his knees where she finally released him while spreading her thighs wide.

She pulled her digits from her steamy box, her juices trailing them in a syrupy strand. A condescending laugh left her as she poked the foxes nose and watched it go wild, scenting at her with reckless abandon. She kept it there for a few moments more, reveling in how easy it had been to turn the supposedly streetwise, conniving little con-artist into little more than a trained pup. And the moment she pulled away, he was off. Burying his snout deep between her legs. He brought his hands up behind her, grasping each of her tiny sheep cheeks in one of his palms as his tongue lashed at her cunt with reckless abandon and calculated skill. He could already eat a pussy when they met. Now he was the best little muff diver she?d ever had.

In truth, all other things aside, Nick enjoyed going down on her. Maybe it was something lodged deep in his predator brain that made tonguing a tiny little prey animal he could lift in the palms of his hands so appealing. Or maybe he was just a natural people pleaser, even when that pleasure was being derived in a more physical sense. Regardless, he took to her flower with an enthusiastic gusto.

Bellwether kicked a leg up over one of Nick?s shoulders while her other leg dangled from the couch. One of her hands rested on his head and she held the other against her face, muffling the sound of her voice as she bucked and ground herself up against Nick?s prodding snout and pliable tongue.

It didn?t take him long to get her there, his sense for her internal sensitivities having grown precise over the course of their working and personal relationships.

She came quietly. She loved the feeling he gave her, but she didn?t like giving the fox the satisfaction of hearing just how much. She liked control, and she felt giving him even that much was ceding some of it to him. Eyes closed and teeth clenched in an un-preydylike snarl, she kept his face buried deep between her legs while she continued to ride it through the duration of her orgasm.

Once she?d finally  come down from her peak, Nick to a moment to lap away the juices she?d left drenching his muzzle. Brimming with pride, he was just about to say something witty when he suddenly felt himself being forcefully jerked backwards, something tough and leathery wrapping around his throat. His hands went to the strap, but he was unable to loosen its hold on his throat and soon each of his arms were grabbed as well. Panicking, he looked to Bellwether, who didn?t seem to be having any reaction to his crisis whatsoever. Which, he was smart enough to understand, meant that, whatever it was that was about to happen to him, she was in on it. In fact, she was probably behind it.

He slammed hard into high-backed the chair he?d noticed when he entered and his head was pulled back to force him to sit bolt upright. The strap around his throat was pulled through slits in the wood and secured. Not tight enough to choke him, so long as he didn?t struggle, but he wouldn?t be going anywhere either.

Now unable to turn his head, he saw only the hands that secured his wrists to the armrests of the seat. They were familiar, to a degree. Not terribly unlike Bellwether?s, but larger. And rougher. He?d never met a ram before. He?d seen them around, of course, but he?d never been familiar enough with one to notice all of the idiosyncrasies of their bodies, but Nick was sure that the people tying him down now were just that. And once they?d strapped his legs down like they?d done the rest of him, his hunch was proven correct.

There were three of them, none of them paying him any mind now that he was all tied up and all of them as naked as he was. Buff and wooly in a way that differed from Bellwether?s deliberately adorable grooming. Their wool was thick and knotted as though they rarely cared for it and hadn?t once shaved the stuff a day in their lives. None of them were Bellwether?s pristine white either, each grimy and unkempt. And now that he had some time out from between her thighs, he could scent them as well, and they smelled exactly the way they looked.

"Dawn... What, uh... Wha-what?s, um, what?s going on here," Nick asked, subtly struggling against his restraints, trying to find a weakness somewhere. He spoke with a feigned calm that only slightly betrayed the absolute panic he was feeling.

They were all much larger than he was in every sense of the word. The shortest had a good foot on Nick?s height while they all had broader chests and bigger arms. And, of course, when it came to what they had hanging between their legs, well, Nick didn?t compare.

"Please, fox," she practically spit the word. "Keep it professional if you?re going to address me by name. These are just some of the men who work for me." Her cadence was that curt Mayoral clip she used in the office when the cameras weren?t rolling, but her tone was unmistakably giddy

She wasn?t allowed to continue speaking unobstructed, a long, hot, wet tube of flesh sliding against her face as she attempted to continue to explain. Another ground against the back of her head then up and over, parting the tuft of fur like a makeshift pussy.

Still, she persisted even through her continued and escalating molestation. "You?re a serviceable enough tongue when I need it, but," she stopped to let out a yelp as a pair of hooved fingers pinched down on her nipples and roughly pulled at them. "But I need cock in my fucking box sometimes," she continued. "Every time I?ve felt sorry enough to let your little puppy prick inside me all I could think about was getting a real ungulate rape missile to fuck me up right."

At this point her entire head was being used to stimulate the three rams who?d surrounded her. Nick could hear her speaking, but couldn?t see her behind their mass. She let out a squeal that was equal parts pain and pleasure as one of them roughly shoved most of his hand up her cunt and started working at her, not even bothering to stimulate her clit. Yet and still, he heard the tell-tale sounds of her rising orgasm, only for her to let it ring out in ways she never let him hear when he got her off.

"Shit," she panted, once she?d started coming down. She gently cupped one of the cocks sliding across her right against her throat and gave it a loud, obscene kiss. "SMRC H! They?re so good. And it?s not just their size. They know what a girl is for! Out there, I?m their boss. Their lives and livelihoods  are in my hands. But in here, right now, what I say doesn?t count for shit!"

As if to emphasize that point, one of the rams grabbed her glasses and tossed them aside, leading another to snatch a tuft of her wool and jerk her head to look at him. He opened his mouth wide, making a disgusting, phlegmy noise before hocking a gooey wad of lung butter right into her eye while the others laugh.

"They?re gonna fuck me up so bad, fox. I hope, for your sake, they don?t leave too many marks I can?t hide. After all, everyone knows the mayor?s dating a predator. Who know when he might go savAAAUUGH!"

"Ain?t here to listen to you bitch, I get enough of that on the job. Did always wanna find out if you were as much of a tightass as you come off as on the job."

The ram had done just that to Bellwether?s tiny previously unspoiled asshole, brutally forcing the blunt head of his shaft through her unprepared sphincter. He didn?t pause or give her time to adjust. He filled her guts with more mutton than she had on her bones. The sickening sounds of her stretching filling the ears of all parties present.

"Ssshit," she exclaimed, her face contorting with the pain of being so thoroughly speared. "Gawd he?s so ffffffukin? deep, fox!" Her voice was half a strained groan, half the most seductive moan Nick had ever heard leave her body. Especially impressive given how compressed her lungs looked to be from the distended mass in her guts. "You can almost smell his fucking cock on my breath!"

She shot Nick a vicious sneer she just barely managed to contort her face into before, as if to emphasize the point she?d just made, the Ram wedging himself balls deep into her bowls wrapped his hand around her throat and gave it the same kind of squeeze that Nick had become all too familiar with on those nights where Bellwether left him to his own devices after using him to get her kicks.

The little ewe made some choking, glottal noises as she was roughly strangled. It was far from sweet or delicate, but clearly the ram knew what he was doing and she wouldn?t come out too much worse for the wear.

Bending her backwards he squeezed tighter and, reflexively, her jaw popped open, tongue falling slack over her face not from unconsciousness, but sheer stimulation overload. It was shunted to the side and her throat was packed tight with another dick much too large for her teeny tiny little body. Despite this she actively swallowed him down, throat massaging his length with each enthusiastic gulp pulling him further, deeper inside of her overstuffed anatomy.

Not content with the havoc already being wrought upon her as the two writhing tubes, visibly outlining her digestive tract through her skin, seemed to be tearing her at the seams as they rut through her, the third ram decided he couldn?t wait. And he didn?t mind sharing a hole.

Already packed beyond its limit, he played at the edge of her lips, trying to create just enough space to pry her jaw wider and wider. Bellwether didn?t resist, straining to open more and allow herself to be even more thoroughly defiled. Her eyes flicking every so often to catch Nick?s as he saw the woman he?d accepted as his lover absolutely fucked to bits.

She squealed as the third managed to push in, her jaw giving a worrying, muffled pop, but not dislodging. Behind the ram blowing out her asshole her feet tried to cross as she was rocked with a mind sizzling orgasm, drenching him with her squirt.

Her throat was made to expand far beyond what should have been its capacity as the third ram?s cock, the biggest of the three, slowly slid down next to the other. By this point Bellwhether?s body, from a combination of stimulation and oxygen deprivation, had gone fully limp. She was still conscious, but lacked the strength, or the desire, to do anything but allow herself to be used as a sheathe. And with three cocks in her any easy rhythm began to set in, letting the rams fuck her pliable body with full strokes, ensuring that she had a cock and a half in her at any given time. At least until they were ready to drop their loads.

A silent agreement had passed between the three of them. And if they gave a fuck about what Bellwether thought in the moment it would have been four. As each drew near o their climax they held their place balls deep inside of her until all three were ready to blow.

"Stop," Nick cried out in concern. He had a good heart, and even his current treatment didn?t prevent him from worrying about the consequences of what was about to happen. Each of the rams were packing sacks that looked like they held two shotputs. Those behemoth balls had already beaten Bellwether black and blue, bruising both her face and ass with theit sheer weighty force. Nick feared what pumping three loads from balls that size would  do to her.

"Shut the fuck up," one of the rams buried in her throat grunted, the last to jam himself fully inside of her. "Just watch us put some protein in this pred fucker?s cock sewer. You can have what?s left back when we?re done."

Unable to tear his eyes away, Nick did just that. Watched as those meat pipes that made his pointy little prick look even more of a joke than it already was fired off, one after the other, into the ewe?s guts. Watched as her belly roiled and burbled before beginning to balloon larger and larger with hot ram nut for minutes on end. And just as he was sure they would tear her to shreds, he watched them pull out and toss her onto the floor at his feet, letting the remainder of their orgasms loose on her limp form.

Nick couldn?t look away from her. He was disgusted with what had happened. He was hurt by what had been said. He was scared of what people would think. Worst of all, looking at the crater  that had been made of her ass and her loose, gaping maw, he was hard.

A few moments more passed and Bellwether raised a shaky forehoof into the air, bringing it down onto Nick?s thigh. She repeated the process with the other. Slowly, slowly, she used Nick to balance herself and rise onto wobbly legs. She was a dripping, cum glazed mess. Her stomach was a sloshing dome. The reek from her body made his stomach turn. Her mouth and crotch were covered in stray strands of overly coarse wool plastered there by sweat and fuck grease. Her eyes caught Nick?s twitching, pre-spurting pecker and she licked her lips.

"Let me help," she said.

Nick?s heart swelled against his will as her jaw opened, popping and creaking as it readjusted. It had been so long since she?d actually gotten him off. He hated what he?d just seen, but maybe it would be worth going through if afterwards she would...

"Hrrrk..."

He heard the sounds before registering anything else. The gag. The splashing. And then he felt the warmth as Bellwether emptied a gallon of other men?s hot spunk from her belly right into his lap.

Bellwether couldn?t tell if Nick had suffered the humiliation of being made to orgasm by what she?d just done to him. She didn?t really care all that much. Once she?d finished relieving some of the pressure her lackey?s balls had left inside of her, the only thing she had for Nick the remainder of the night is the warm belch that followed.

"Boys," she said, addressing the rams while keeping her eyes locked with Nick?s. "By morning, I don?t want to be able to so much as feel this the next time he?s in me."

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