[b][u][center]Matt’s Reversal For Silverfox442 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “We’re never letting Jack around Anne when she’s clothed, ever again.” Matt had already muttered that three times, and he meant it every time. The horse couldn’t control himself around the little android, and if there were clothes in the way, they tended to get messed up, at the very least, and torn at worse. After four times getting ‘used’ while Jack was visiting, Anne had run out of clothes, and now he and Jenny needed to get some more. Him, because he was the wallet, and Jenny – “What do you think of this one, Matty?” Jenny, because she was the perfect size to be a model for what they needed. Matt glanced back and forth outside of the dressing room, and then snuck a peak through a crack. Immediately, the fox’s silver cheeks burned, and he looked away. “I think that’s a bit less ‘clothes’ and more ‘fuck me’ underwear…” “Heh, well, your mistress has to look good, right?” “Not so loud…” Nobody seemed to have heard them, but it never hurt to be cautious. Matt still didn’t know how much people would care about it, considering he could make them laugh it off with Jenny still being too young to know what she was talking about, but it was a danger. He double checked that nobody was watching them, and looked through the slit again. His cousin was still posing, her barely-covered, tiny breasts looking more like a porn star than an innocent girl, and her pussy…well, she seemed to have intentionally worn the undergarments away from her sex, putting it on display. He groaned, shaking his head. “You know we’re looking for actual clothes, right?” “Oh, were we? I thought we were getting something good to wear…something to keep having fun with. Hehe, aren’t you having fun, Matty?” “Some part of me is…” “I wish you still had that collar. It looked so good on you…” That collar was gone, and good riddance to it. Wet leather did not get restored easily, a fact that he was grateful for as he had thrown it away a week ago. He didn’t need a mark that showed him as a submissive, particularly submissive to Jenny. She had enough ideas of what she wanted as it was. And he…well, he had an idea of how to turn the tables. Triple checking that they weren’t being watched, he reached through the gap in the door and flicked the lock off. It was a matter of a moment to step inside, and he reached over, stroking his cousin’s rump as she was looking away. The little yelp and jump of surprise was more enjoyable than he expected. “What are you doing? I thought –” “Heh, I thought you wanted to tease me.” “Well, yes, duh, but…I thought you were embarrassed…” “A little…but you seem to like that.” He smiled as he took a step closer. Their difference in height didn’t quite put his cock on face level for her, but it came pretty darn close. Close enough that he could grind the bulge against her and she didn’t have to move much to get it by her mouth. “We both know what you want. Why you keep teasing me.” “And…what’s that, sl-” “You want to be taken…” He took another step forward, pushing her back against the wall, nudging her so that her hands were above her head. He lifted her up, and his bulge slowly slipped beneath her underwear, rubbing between her legs as he squeezed her wrists together. It was a little tricky – he was a fox, after all, not a muscular horse or bull – but he held her tight. “You want to be taken hard. You want me so horny that I can’t even think…and you know what, you little slut?” She blushed, her eyes going wide. He knew she was loving it; apart from the smell of her arousal, from the feeling of her pussy soaking the front of his pants, he could see it in her eyes. Just like he’d seen in Anne’s. The two of them had a deep, deep need to be taken, to be fucked hard, and they couldn’t get that from being on top. Jenny shook. “What…” “You’re about to get just what you want.” He forcefully turned her towards a mirror, making her look at herself as he yanked her underwear down. It hit the floor quietly, trapping her ankles close together. Anyone walking by might see it, but they’d have to be snooping, paying close attention; he’d be safe as long as he didn’t get too loud. Matt leaned forward, reaching around her and pinching her little nipples. Jenny gasped, her breath drawn in harsh and fast, but she covered her mouth right after. Good; it meant that she recognized the situation. Keeping one hand at her chest, he reached down with the other and unbuttoned himself. His cock slipped out, not constrained by underwear like usual. He’d been planning for this, and knew that the less layers he had, the better. He ground against her, feeling the silkiness of her pussy, the way it got slicker and wetter barely a few seconds after he touched it. The tip rubbed against her clit, and he could feel her shaking beneath him. “Look at you…And you wanted me as a slave, huh? How could you get this, Jenny? How could you act like the slut that you really are, if you had me collared?” “Ah…Matty…” “Ah ah…” He reached down, grabbing her normal underwear and pushing it into her mouth. She coughed, trying to push it out, but it was too good a gag for her to do that with her arms busy supporting her. And she needed those, as he started sliding his cock inside. She curled her toes, going up on tiptoe to try and take it easier, raising her ass to make up for the difference in size between them. It made it all the easier for him to slide in, his cock almost slurped up by her eager pussy. Matt smirked, giving her a light, quiet spank as he bottomed out inside of her. “Look at that…even Anne takes longer to take me than you do…you naughty girl…so slutty and eager…” She whimpered under him, but he could feel her getting wetter by the second. She needed this more than he thought; the simple teasing might actually be enough to get her to cum. He didn’t have time to try it now, but he’d need to test it later. But in the meantime… He reached into his pocket as he started sliding back and forth, taking his time to savor the wet, hot hole that his cousin had. She was soaked, drenched, and it made his cock all the more slippery as it went deep. His balls felt like they were getting soaked as well, and he swore some of it was dripping to the floor. His fingers wrapped around what they were looking for, and he leaned over his cousin, licking the back of her neck. “You know what you really want…You don’t want to be a mistress…you want to be a slut…You want to be my slut, don’t you?” “Mmmph…Yssss..” “You want to be the one under me…serving me…getting fucked…” She nodded eagerly, her pussy squeezing down on him, hard. It almost stopped him from pulling out, for a second, but she was too wet to stop him for long. Matt smiled, pulling back until only the tip was inside of her. She squirmed, trying to push back, but he was strong enough and in a good enough position to deny her what she needed. Instead, he did the same thing she did to him last time they were together. Dragging a collar along her neck made her go still instantly. She shivered beneath him, and he swore her pussy lips were clenching on his head, trying to suck him back inside. He made sure her attention was on the collar though, sliding it around and into view. It was a thick, impossible-to-miss black and silver collar, with a tag on it that had her name on it. “You want it…You want to be the one to wear the collar…to serve…To have this…” He slid his cock in just a bit further, his knot swelling with each passing thrust, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he needed to bury it in her. Matt dangled it in front of her, loose enough for her to slide in. “Just lean forward…and you get it deep in you…Or…I can pull out…and you never see the collar again…” He expected her to take time to decide, but instead, she lunged forward. He almost popped out of her as she pushed her head into the collar, wriggling until it settled on her neck. [i]Just like everything else, she’s eager for that,[/i] he thought with a quiet chuckle. But that was fine; he could give her the reward now. He pulled back once more before slamming in, rutting her hard and fast. There was no time for anything else, and he didn’t care about the noise anymore. The pair of them huffed and puffed as he took her, his hands wrapped around her waist and his cock slamming in up to the knot with every thrust. She was so wet that he started popping in and out each time, his knot swelling bigger and bigger until – It slid in, and this time it didn’t come out. He moaned, biting down on the back of her collar as he came, filling her to the brim even as she went over the edge. They stifled their moans in their respective gags, cum and pussy juice running down her legs and his balls towards the ground. Slowly, he let go, and he chuckled as she kept herself against the wall, panting and shivering. “I’ll go get some more clothes…you might want to pick a different dressing room, in case anyone comes looking.” “Mmmphmmmm…” Leaving her to pull herself together, Matt tucked his cock in his pants and walked out of the dressing room. There was no audience waiting, so he assumed they’d gotten away with it. He walked towards the nicer clothes, whistling to himself. [i]And now, all is right with the world…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]