The knock at the door was solid, echoing through the spacious main room of Kelt’s mountain lodge. The stoic golden furred sergal stood from his desk in the upper loft office, lifting a nearby tablet to pull up the security feed. He knew who the visitor was and that they were scheduled, this time. Upon confirmation of a similarly built, matching hued sandy pelted female sergal eyeing the camera, he snapped his fingers and swung it down to the door in a gesture.

Toy scrambled out from under his desk, careful to keep his motions calm and collected after having been a little too excited upon Tekla’s last visit. He squeaked and creaked, the boyish black and white furred drake wearing nothing but latex sleeves and stockings, complimenting his equally dark leather collar. His name was stamped upon it, indeed being the simple word of Toy, faintly shining as he rose to his paws and fairly impressive height.

The sergal had him beat though, Kelt a simply larger species. The man watched his possession move with an intense stare from his silver eyes, though his lips curled up in lightness. The man was a rock, emotions were something he had limited expression of at times, but seeing his twin sister is always a happy moment.

He followed the drake down the stairs, the boy’s tail at light speed as he carefully descended while glancing back at his master. Kelt knew Toy was trying to stick to the ‘calmness’ and ‘protocol’ that the tall masculine sergal usually favored, but Tekla’s visit was no time for formalities. He spanked the dragon hard on his fuzzy ass, making him yip and flush with a heated look sent back to the tall sergal. “Go, Toy. It is raining, there is no need to delay the door opening.”

Toy ran down the last steps without further encouragement, nearly sliding on the rustic hardwood floor until the soles of his stockings gripped with a squeak as he grabbed the door handle. Yanking it open, the big womanly sergal finally was revealed to the inhabitants. Rushing inside and postponing the usual hug she gave Toy, she got out of the wet cold. Another figure followed the curvy sergal, smaller, petite. Though hard to tell with the baggy pants, hoodie, and fully zipped up rain-jacket adoring their body.

This newcomer had both hoods up, cinched tight to cover as much of her face as possible, though a snowy snout still poked through, the ear pockets on the hood indicating a fox. She stood demurely in the foyer, moving to stand behind the busty golden sergal peeling her own jacket off, sighing. “Finally out of that rain! You sure took your time with the door this time.” Tekla shot Toy a lighthearted glare, making the drake’s ears flop down a bit.

“Heh, sorry. Master put up a new rule of ‘hesitant door opening’ after your little surprise visit last time.”

Tekla scoffed, “I’m sure it was just so he could make us stand in the rain. I would expect no less from my brother.”

The man himself finally reached the bottom of the stairs, wearing a fitting pair of slacks and a pristine tucked in button-down shirt. With the nature of this meeting, some modesty was requested. But not enough was given, Toy having worn nothing but those shiny limb coverings, leaving his torso fully open and thus presenting his plump balls and sheath. His jet-black draconic dick was out, not throbbing hard, but still hanging downwards with his considerable near-ten inches. A cool silver metal was molded to his pointed tip, connected to the various spaced bulges down the underside of his shaft, beads on a sounding rod.

They couldn’t really see the little fox’s eyes, but her head was squarely locked to that manhood, more in shock than appreciation. Tekla noticed, blowing air out her nose. “Oh boy, shit, I forgot about Toy. Of course I tell Kelt to wear pants, but not his boy-toy. Fuck.” She looked around, big bust barely contained by a tank top and a sadly worn bra, some social modesty required when running an orphanage. “Fuck, alright. Well, there you go. Face full of cock in the first second. Sorry.”

A quiet feminine voice came from the dual hoods, “S-So it’s… real.”

Nearly everyone craned their heads in closer with a ‘huh?’ of being unable to hear. The girl gave a quick eep before stepping back a bit, hands going up to pull the drawstrings tighter. “U-Uh… I said… I-It’s… real? Ms. Mazarin, your brother… he has… t-toys.”

Blinking, the woman sergal paused before giggling with a glance to the newly blushing Toy. “Oh yeah. Kelt is-“ She waved a hand at the slightly amused face of her perfect-postured brother, “-Well, he’s Kelt.” Hand moving to the near-naked rubber clad Toy, “The drake is Toy, a much more ‘secret’ member of the family for obvious reasons. So yeah, not just has toys, but has Toy. Capitol T.”

He raised to the tips of paws for a second as he gave an energetic wave. “Hi! Nice to meet you. Sorry about the down under surprise, but this is my usual outfit, I didn’t think to change it. I can go find something if you’re uncomfortable though.”

Tekla nodded, moving her hand to gesture finally to the hidden vixen. “And this is-“

The girl suddenly put a hand up, “W-Wait! D-Don’t… say it.”

Tekla raised a brow at the girl, “What? Your name?”

Dual hoods then nodded, “Y-Yes. I just… It’s real. So I can b-be… something else. My n-name isn’t important. I-I’ll be getting a n-new one.”

The look on the womanly sergal’s face was somber. “Sweetie. That’s… a big choice to make right away. At least wait until you’ve been shown around. You have no idea what this life is like besides that you’ll be getting free latex.”

The vixen's hood-padded ears drooped as her head looked to the floor. “I’ll s-say yes no matter what. I… I can’t take being this any longer. Being… myself…”

Tekla gave a remorseful sigh. “You can say yes now. But I am not leaving until you’ve seen what we have to show you. I will not let you throw your life away just so you don’t have to be seen in public. I need to know you’ll be happy here.”

Not responding, the girl stood here dejectedly as the big woman crouched down a bit to bring their heads level. A tall sergal is quite the size difference for a small fox, something she didn’t even consider the ramifications from as the equally large brother looked on in interest. After staring at the cinched hood, the golden sergal sister brought the young vixen into a hug, making her yip in surprise. “Please think this through. I know how you feel, but this is big. There are other ways beyond this, but if this fits…”

The girl spoke quietly, “If it fits, it will be perfect.” Untangled from the hug, Tekla stood back up, moving to face the others.

“Where are Pet and Doll?” She asked, unsure where the other lodge residents were.

Kelt spoke simply, “Downstairs in Toy and Doll’s room. I figured it was best to have this week be of a… lesser exposure. Those two might simply overload the young fox here.” His silver gaze moved to the dual hoods next, the girl shrinking back a bit, a subtle domineering power in his irises. “As for you, girl. You will need some kind of identifier. If you do not wish to use your given name, what would you prefer?”

The words were spoken near-tonally cold, but their intention was warm. The girl relaxed a bit, but still didn’t lift her head. “I… I-I don’t know.”

Kelt tilted his head with a stoic curiosity. “Then what kind of role do you wish to be? We have Toy, Doll, and Pet. You may pick anything. Even though a role may be ‘taken’, feel free to choose it. More never hurts.”

“I d-don’t know… I just always imagined a t-toy. How about r-rubber toy? I don’t wanna steal Toy’s name though… Maybe a… d-drone? Yes, I want that.” The vixen’s voice had steeled at the last moment, determination exuding from her choice.

Kelt’s head notched higher, a new glint in his eyes. “A… drone?” His lips crept up into a smile. “A drone then. As a drone, you have no use for choice. Your number is One.”

Silence was in the room, until the girl simply sighed. Either relief, unsureness, or other feelings was unclear. Tekla instead was the one to speak, looking at the vixen. “Are you okay with that? Just… a number?”

It took awhile to respond, but the little fox did eventually nod. Exhaling, Tekla nodded back. “Alright then. It’s at least something to call you while you’re here. I want to stress again that you do still have a choice.” She looked concerned, “Are you going to take your jacket off?”

A barely audible, “I don’t want to…”

The big woman set a hand on the vixen’s shoulder. “That’s alright. We can work that out later, let’s just… show you around first. Okay?”

Before she could say more, Kelt stepped close, this time the girl not taking a scared step back. He reached his hand out with a slim confident smile. “Shall we show you your new home?”

Tekla glared at him, though did nothing as the vixen slowly reached her own hand out the big clawed palm offered to her. Tentatively taking it, his fingers wrapped around hers, making the girl shiver slightly from the contact, something she worked so hard to avoid.

He said a simple word before embarking on the first taste of a life of servitude. “Follow.”

-

In the end, it was a welcoming place. The house was nice, wood and timber, rustic and fancy, but still a modern house. She appreciated the design, it was both homely and wondrous. Akin to a rental or a resort, something she never felt she would be able to call home. Its location was of much interest, surrounded by rolling mountains and hills, the large wall of windows in the main room giving a constant picture of vibrant verdant landscape. With the house located on the property of a private ridge, there was nothing but nature and serenity surrounding them.

She had no problems with the establishment, in fact she had no problems at all with the proposition. Well, losing the ability to be called a person was certainly something to question, to become a possession. But Tekla had assured her that she would have a way out if she truly wanted it, being a consensual addition gave some wiggle room for release, unlike Pet.

Not being a drake, she was a citizen of a nation grouped in the Coalition of Common Species. Thus, she did not have the concept of body property, and couldn’t legally be deemed a possession. The trick to that was never being seen outside of her role of service. A role of hiding, a dream come true. She knew her perception was flawed, that she was tackling an issue in an unrecommended way. But she had gotten help, and it never did anything. She grew up hating her own fur, her face, everything about herself. It was too late to change that sight, but she could still change what she saw. In this case; cover it. Entirely. There were many ways to do this, but only one that she felt comfortable doing for the rest of her life, only one way was arousing to her, bearable.

They all sat at the dining room table; Kelt, Tekla, and One. Toy was downstairs, running plates to the other members, and eating with them. What was being discussed was not something objects had a say in. This was between an owner, a prospect, and her guardian.

His voice was calm, yet now carried that underlying coldness of command. “Take your jacket off. Hood down. I need to see you.”

She was shrinking back in her chair, mind grasping at reasons why to not display herself. This had been a battle going on for a few minutes, and now the sergal had put his foot down as Tekla watched. She shook her head. “N-No.”

Kelt’s response was instant. “Then you have no place here.” He began scooting his chair back, about to get up.

“Wait!” One shouted, reaching a hand out. The man paused, but the look he gave her showed that this was her only chance. A shaky breath from her exposed snout, and she stood instead. Timid and scared, she closed her eyes and forced herself to reach up. A hand on either side of her hoods, and she yanked. Not opening her eyelids to see any reactions, she quickly discarded the jacket and hoodie in a frightful rush, standing before the sergal twins in a pleasant blue shirt.

She was indeed petite, his correct judgment of B cups gently bumping her shirt out with a pleasing slender frame, arms shaking at her sides. Her face was… perfectly normal. Not some jaw-dropping highlight of rare beauty, but by no means something to ignore. But what Kelt could finally see was the snowy white of her snout made up the entirety of her pelt, an immaculate arctic fox.

Kelt merely hummed, apprising the girl. He was about to say something, but Tekla glared at him. “If you’re going to tell her to get naked, I’m gonna-“

He was forceful in his counter-interjection. “No. I was merely telling her to open her eyes.”

She needed a moment to realize this was a real order, and struggled to crack her eyelids apart, red eyes bared to the two people peering into them. Breathing heavy, heart hammering, she felt sick. Someone was looking at her. Someone she didn’t know, someone who could find her just as disgusting as her father, hideous, deformed, inadequate-

He was smiling, genuinely, the power in his eyes gone. She widened hers as she felt her body freeze, even her heart stopped. Kelt nodded. “You will do wonderfully.”

She lost her voice, somewhere between trying to scream ‘Don’t look at me!’ and a questioning whine. 

Kelt was not exactly new to this, this disdain for a person’s own self, but he figured he could deal with it in a relatively simple manner. “But, to be clear: Nothing changes depending on your appearance. How you look right now is of no interest to me. I care about how you will look, so do not be afraid to let me see. I don’t care. I’m here to help your body, not your mind.”

In honesty her mind would be the subject of half her time with him most likely. Though he would be ‘curing’ her body, he would not neglect her mental well-being. After all, taking ownership of such a thing as a living, sapient being comes with responsibilities. But his words seemed to have the intended effect. He was not stressing that he didn’t find her noteworthy, rather saying that with his lack of care, came a lack of judgment. With that, came a lack of fear from being seen.

It wasn’t complete, an ingrained trauma would not be overcome by such words. But there would be far more than just words put to work on the girl. Yet she oh-so-subtly relaxed. Still shivering, ears folded with tucked tail, she was clearly mortified still. But she matched his gaze with her own nervous and timid eyes.

A slap sounded out, Kelt having dropped a shiny black piece of cloth on the table, making the girl jump. He gestured to it. “But I can see that you are in no shape to be in your right mind when seen. I am providing you a latex hood during your initial stay. Consider this a ‘gateway’ and temporary transition gear.” His stare turned appraising, “And a trial. It is pre-powdered, so the only step is to put it on.”

There was no hesitation as the vixen snatched it quickly, struggling to find the various holes to line it up with her eyes and such. She froze, holding it with trembling hands. There was only a neck hole. She cautiously stuck her hand in it, pushing out the hood around it to see it wrapped around something. Seamless, blank, shiny opaqueness. Perfect. Her tail untucked and started gradually wagging as she took her hand out, grabbing the neck rim and holding it open, staring into the depths. Though she was completely inexperienced with latex and its details, her enthusiasm made up for it.

Dark seclusion awaited her, and she brought the piece to her face at last. It was like putting a tube sock on, though on her entire face, with the obvious difference of latex. It stretched, creaked and snapped, gradually working over her skull as she pulled and rolled it. Ears popped into sleeves, nose pushed to the thinner front, filling her senses with the permeating scent of rubber. As the shiny material came to hug her entire head, a special patch formed tightly to her eyes, the material thin and allowing sight through it, though diminished a touch.

One took a deep breath, smelling the latex around her, feeling it grip her fur and shift as she worked her jaw within the hood. Her change was instant, with face hidden. She stood taller, shoulders no longer tight with tension, tail relaxed and rubber-encased ears tall. She turned to face the patient sergal, smiling under her blank face. “Thank you, Kelt.” Her tone was not the barely spoken voice of a person not wanting to be heard, to be noticed. Instead it was full, feminine, concise with an immediate lack of her usual stuttering. “This means a lot to me. I think… I’m ready to take this chance. What’s next?”

Both sandy furred sergals smiled broadly, their white undertones reflecting the light off the winding iron chandelier above them. “Master,” Kelt said. “You shall refer to me as master.”

A dip to the featureless black rubber head. “Okay, master.” Smooth, easy, calm. She was going to do great, already adjusting thanks to a cheap little hood. Oh, he couldn’t wait to get the full suit on her.

“Good.” He turned to Tekla, eyeing him cautiously under her smile. “Let’s begin.” He pulled out his tablet, sitting back in his chair, and raised a brow at the fox. “Do you have any recurring health issues? Allergies? Medications?”

One hid her sigh well, not expecting paperwork to be next. She sat back in her chair, and got ready to answer the questions that her fantasies had overlooked.

-

“Are you sure about this? You don’t have to.”

“Yes, I am. I want… to try this. Fully.” One assured, sitting on the edge of the bed in the spare bedroom. The ornate frame did nothing to pull her attention away from the fact she was naked, the AC vent above her blowing air through her snowy fur. She still wore her hood, something that gave her enough confidence to make it through this with only a fraction of the nerves she usually has. Getting naked was something she was never comfortable doing, but the hood served as a ground, and more importantly, a taste. A promise. Make it through this, and she has paradise.

Toy sat beside her, the situation more serious than not, and though he was still his usual torso-bare self, his shaft was respectfully in his sheath. She looked at him with no trouble, relishing that he couldn’t see her eyes. She had nothing to hide, but this exact kind of concealment is of her best dreams. Tekla was beside them, though she was still clothed. A simple purple dress, casual but still gave her shapely beautiful body some extra points with her big tits given a nice window for cleavage.

She had her hand on the naked vixen’s shoulder, a watchful guardian. “Alright then. Remember this is just an inspection. If you’re okay with this, then things will get more… heated. And much more physical. My brother will no doubt want to check your sexual aptitude himself.”

One turned to meet the sergal’s eyes, having to look up to do so. “It’s okay. I’ve masturbated before. Sex is something I want to try.”

Deep concern graced Tekla’s face. “But… you aren’t a virgin. Are you sure? It might… bring some bad memories up.”

A nod. “I am not a virgin. But I haven’t had sex. I wouldn’t call that sex. So… I want to try it. It’s supposed to feel good, right? It’s something I want to enjoy, now I have a chance. Don’t worry, I’ll speak up if things turn.”

Chuckling lightly, Tekla swallowed her motherly emotions. “True. Kelt sure is good at it too, so he certainly can make you feel things I can’t describe.” Her giggle grew a tone, “You know, this is the first time I think I’ve heard you say the word sex without looking like you want to crawl in a hole.”

“Well, you can’t see my face. Who says I didn’t?”

Toy interjected, “I can, your body language is mostly excitedly nervous, with a mild dose of general anxiety. A far cry to the near total fear and shame when you arrived yesterday. Now, feel free to keep talking, but I’m going to have to get a bit handsy. Would you rather it stay professional, or would you like to get some foreplay?”

“I am fairly new to all of this, so I am unsure. What do you recommend?”

He shot her his usual bubbly smile, “Foreplay. Always foreplay. But if you think such an experience would be uncomfortable or unusual,  it would be best to err on the side of caution. This can be a delicate thing. And do not worry, master can be delicate as well as he is rough. Should you progress, you will be in good hands.”

One looked between the two for a moment, “Foreplay then. I think I am more… at ease than anything else right now, so I suppose getting in the mood will not be a bad idea. And… feeling good never hurts, right? Plus, I want to know just what this all feels like. I’m new to… all this.”

Toy smirked at her before sliding in, pressing his soft fur to hers. “True. A good rule of thumb for the life you’re applying for? Always be horny.” The boy was smaller than the twin sergals, but still fairly larger than the vixen, towering over her in this proximity, a wall of warm well-groomed fluff awaiting her. “It might help to keep your eyes closed. Enhances the feel and all that.” A small gulp, and she dropped her eyelids behind her hood, and waited, tail flicking as she slightly fidgeted in preparation of the hands-on interaction.

It never came, a silence but for the vixen’s own terse breathing, she grew more anxious of the hesitation. She thought of opening her eyes, asking, when Toy’s voice was close to her ears, warm and gentle. “Do you trust me?” Taking a moment to respond, the vixen spoke with less conviction than she had normally. “K-Kinda? I don’t really know.”

“That’s alright. A big part of this exercise is to build that trust up. I understand that we are strangers to you, and asking you to hand your life over to us. There will be a lot of new, and a lot of intimate things happening between us.” His hands suddenly went to her head, fingers splaying out over her hood to gently hold the sides of her face, a light touch that was felt through her snug rubber. The girl actually squeaked from the contact, her posture shrinking a bit, seemingly embarrassed of the noise she made. To Toy, she was only cuter now.

He trailed his hands down, claws reaching her fur on her neck, before coursing down her collar to land on her shoulders. Gently holding them, he paused, seeing the girl's reactions. Her breathing quickened, fur prickled here and there, definitely on-edge. With nothing more than a caring smile, the drake kept moving with a welcoming voice. “It’s alright to be nervous, believe me. I was plucked off the streets by master, getting accustomed to being an object of use was… interesting. I will be gentle, and I am quite understanding. Just relax please, you’re very tense.”

One nodded, but still remained somewhat reclusive in posture, giving the outward impression that she was vulnerable, and knew it. An understandably tough situation, considering her past, but Toy decided to not delay much longer. He lifted his hands away completely, hearing her freeze before returning to normal breathing. One by one, Toy began laying touches upon her. Short, tender, exploratory. A hand sliding up her thigh, held to her side, fingers brushed through her fur as claws tickled skin.

A steady ear kept listening to her breathing, some frightened gasps at first, before startled breaths, all gradually gave way to soft sighs as his touch roamed and she grew used to it over a long stretch of time. The drake’s touch spread far, a thumb to her warm navel, brushing knuckles over her chin, some light caresses of fur, others firm grabs of the muscles under her pelt. Her anxious shivers grew for a time, before settling to a calm rhythm. Touch, inhale, release, exhale. 

She relaxed to the larger boy’s chest, her sleek hood pushing back to his fluff as he put both hands on her arm, moving them down. He reached her hand, holding, grabbing it and rolling her fingers through his. With every further touch of his, the vixen felt strange in ways she never knew, sensitive, warm. A building feeling, every little contact sent a ripple throughout the girl’s nervous system to tingle and spark. 

Digits moved to her middle, claws carefully used to tingle, sliding towards her ribs. With the smallest of pauses, Toy’s hands crawled over her body to suddenly grasp her pert little tits. Her B cups were able to be fully smothered by his palms, the dark black pads brushing her nipples. Coarse yet plush, grinding into the small buds.

Sucking air in at the sensations, the snowy vixen’s back went rigid against him at his direct touch, his elbows curling around her to hold her. Nothing short of a whimper came from the hooded girl, slammed into new and sharp tingles and feelings, receptive in ways she never knew. It was still odd, the tenseness and unfamiliarity delayed the eventual return to her relaxing into his floral scented fur. Time passed, but for them it was paid no heed, their bodies and each other the focus of their existence.

Settling against his softly breathing chest, she accepted the touches as they resumed, wanting to try them, explore them. Panicked silence and gasps turned to low huffs, breathing deeper and noticeably more lax. Toy kept his hands atop her pretty breasts, palms teasing her protruding nips. His touch stayed mostly still, used to appreciate and learn her form as he gently squeezed occasionally, hearing her sharp inhales each time. No words were used or needed, everything Toy was conveying currently was physical in nature.

To a decent chunk of surprise, it was being received extraordinary well. Explosive huffs of exploration gradually shifted to simple short moans, little hums and hahs of building pleasure. He could hear her tone change with every second she grew accustomed to his touch, hear the rising pitch of lust and desire he knew so well. He waited still, gently rubbing, making her shiver more and more. There was no announcement that the next phase began, a hand leaving her breast to instead grip the nipple between index and thumb directly. A fresh gasp rang out, shifting to a soft drawn out moan as he tweaked the bud in slight gentle motions.

Body tightening in all the good ways now, Toy gently worked in the stimulation of her perky little breasts into the girl’s mind, releasing her nipple to send his thumb in targeted circles around the areola. Tenses turned to extended shudders, before it became shivering looseness. The vixen melted within Toy’s grasp, unable to halt her noises of pleasure, odd things even to her. This was a wonderful confirmation of all they had hoped for. It was one thing for a prospect to match the psychological profile, but that was a mere test of submissiveness. True reception was entirely another thing, and the snowy fox had a couple standouts from their ideal candidate. Yet it appears she was loving it, rather than being sent into traumatized flashbacks.

One let the bliss build and consume her. It was all budding heat and sparks coursing through her, weak in ways she never realized she needed. So when Toy’s skilled hand went low to brush her clit, she nearly screamed. A pure noise, guttural, vocal, a message of need. Yet a hidden fear lingered within the cry, reminding him to keep it slow. Toy could feel her pounding heart, the warmth radiating from her, the twitches and spasms. She was getting close. He had not intended to drive her to orgasm, but he supposed the long time they had sat here in contact would lead to it eventually.

The softly purring drake was done teasing though, fingers sliding down her entire vulva right after her voice died down. She was already ramping up her natural lubricant, fingers glistening as slickness was spread to the fur around her lower lips as he traced along it. The vixen bucked then, instinctual, unbidden, the girl’s own locked away cravings finally breaking free. Pushing his body to hers in a full-form embrace, Toy pushed a finger past her small puffy lips. No scream this time, just a silent breath that shifted to an honestly embarrassed moan.

Her insides were plenty wet, sweltering and contracting, begging. The pleasure leading to such an act was able to distinguish this as entirely new, rather than linking with shadowy memories, letting the girl revel in a truly pleasurable sexual experience. One spoke before he could even move the finger, “P-Please… This feels…”

Toy added another finger, making her buck with a muted lusty whimper. Swiftly turning his hand sidewise, he outstretched his pinky and index finger to lay over her mound as he began working the two fingers around. He had not fully inserted them yet, gradually moving them deeper as her walls dragged and tightened, letting her body tell him what to do. He listened closely, freezing after a moment of feeling suspicious shivers and quakes.

One was left panting, chest heaving with intense breath as her opaque head lay limp against him. “Don’t… stop…” She shuddered again, feeling lasting arcs coursing through her body. “Please…”

Toy was calm, breathing deep with his own lust but at a measured pace. “You are on the verge of climax.”

“Huff… Why are you s-stopping then…?”

He inhaled, a lusty blushing smile on his face. “I want to know if you would rather me eat you out while you cum.”

The girl was speechless, once more in foreign territory. She had little experience with true sex, none with oral. To have her first time being someone going down on her was something she couldn’t really say no to. “O-Okay…” The mattress suddenly gently hit the back of her head, Toy setting her down slowly as he moved out from behind her. He hopped off the bed and assumed the position between One’s splayed legs, dripping folds begging as he licked his lips.

Shooting a glance at Tekla, still sitting on the bed and having watched with interest all this time, he chuckled. “You may want to scoot over a bit, there might be splash zone.” He dropped his tongue out, longer than his dick, a foot long at least and highly dexterous, squirming and wiggling as it hung in the air. Tekla shook her head, revealing her own hand down her pants. “I’ll keep a good seat for the show, thanks.”

A curt nod, then One was letting loose a winding exclamation. Toy’s lips had affixed around her vulva in one smooth motion, and his tongue slid in with ease and purpose. Her back arched as legs and paws went rigid, unable to voice anything beyond incoherent mumbles of ecstasy. Her first ‘true’ time was with a skilled toy, and he did everything for her pleasure. She felt it for sure, suddenly convulsing as his twirling tongue delved deep within her vagina. Reaching places she didn’t realize she could feel, much less feel like heaven as something felt like it bottomed out inside her. 

Toy smiled what little he could around munching muff, wet slurps and copious fluids leaking out around his connection to her mound. He pushed his head further as the vixen suddenly went spastic, his calm blue eyes locking to her blank rubber face as he began rapidly gulping. Tekla moaned beside him a hint of a giggle under it, “Squirter?”

Humming a slick sounding affirmative between swallows, before it was drowned out by a moan of unexpected magnitude. Tekla kept observing, noting, and breathily giggling as she rubbed her own slit, ignoring the lack of hood. “She’s gonna be sensitive as all hell after that Toy, keep it up and you can really blow her mind.”

There was no response other than his throat bobbing as his tongue thrust into hidden depths, gaze fixed to the girl he was tending to. Being fuck-drunk is something that is often regarded as cartoonish, a trope in porn, an exaggeration. Toy knew otherwise, being in that state quite often himself. The arctic vixen One, was far beyond that level as his tongue whirled relentlessly in her oversensitive depths. While she had launched into a violent orgasm, he had not let her come down, piling pleasure on top of pleasure to grant her an ecstasy without bounds. Her body was an impossible mix of rigid tenseness and drooling limpness, shudders and quakes abound in every muscle.

Everything was fireworks in the girl’s mind, right up until she passed out.