Fern's Magic
Kiran’s small black paws were sweating as he stood outside Fern’s apartment door.
This fennec fox, the one just beyond the door, had promised he could get Farren back, but he wants Kiran as his personal plaything? His sexual personal plaything? And the fennec has abilities Kiran had never seen in an anthro. But dammit, he needed help, and it was kinda exciting not knowing what was coming. He took a deep breath, then knocked.
The door opened almost immediately. Fern stood there wearing nothing but a pair of loose black shorts, his huge yellow ears perked curiously. He smiled, soft and welcoming.
“Come in, Kiran.”
The apartment was dimly lit and smelled faintly of herbs. There were decorative stone statues on mantle places and in the corners of the ornately decorated room, some depicting lewd scenes between anthro figures. Fern led him straight to the bedroom, where a large bed had been prepared and covered in thick plastic sheeting with several layers of towels on top.
They sat on the edge of the bed together.
“Let’s go over it one more time,” Fern said calmly. “Seven full days. You belong to me. No limits. No safewords. You do everything I ask. At the end of it, I take you to Farren.”
Kiran nodded slowly. “I remember.”
“Good.” Fern stood up. “Strip. Everything off. Then lie down on your back.”
Kiran undressed without hesitation, folding his clothes neatly on a chair before climbing onto the plastic-covered bed. The material crinkled under him as he lay down.
Fern picked up a small glass vial filled with a glowing teal liquid and handed it to him.
“Drink this. It tastes quite good.”
Kiran stared at it, then gave a nervous little laugh. “Please don’t murder me here…”
Fern chuckled softly. “I’m not going to murder you, foxy friend. Unless you consider getting fucked better than you've ever been, to be murder. Just drink it, today is just the foreplay for what's to come.”
Kiran tilted the vial back and swallowed the sweet, slightly minty liquid. It tingled all the way down his throat and sat warm in his stomach.
Fern took the empty vial and set it aside, then crawled onto the bed between Kiran’s spread legs, smiling at the red fox. Fern's fennec features were adorable, yellow and white face, black lines leading to the corner of his lips, and those giant ears.
Fern nuzzled his inner thigh with his cheek. "I'm glad we get a whole week together, this is going to be hot and memorable. And no, I'm not looking for anything more than one week. You belong to Farren. We'll get you to him."
Fern nuzzled his nose along the soft white fur of Kiran’s inner thigh, then gently licked up the length of his sheath. Kiran shivered. The fennec’s tongue was warm and incredibly soft. He licked and kissed around the base until Kiran’s pink cock began to slide out, the slit of the sheath parting with an erotic tickle, the tip of the fox's cock slick with precum dribble. Fern then took the tip into his mouth, suckling gently while working the head with his tongue.
Kiran let out a shaky moan.
Fern took him deeper, inch by inch, until his nose was pressed against Kiran’s belly. The suction was perfect, warm, wet, and relentless. He bobbed his head slowly at first, then faster, hollowing his cheeks and using his tongue to press firmly along the underside. Every time Kiran’s cock twitched, Fern hummed happily around him, the vibrations shooting straight through Kiran’s body, and Fern knew it was driving the fox wild. He was enjoying the jerks and twitches.
“Fuck… Fern…” Kiran gasped, hips jolting.
Fern pulled off just long enough to murmur, “Relax. Let it happen,” before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt again. The wet, filthy sounds of slurping and sucking filled the room as Fern worked him with practiced skill, long, deep strokes mixed with tight, focused suction on the head. He was determined to pleasure this good boy. In ways the fox wouldn't see coming.
Kiran’s paws fisted the towels beneath him. The pleasure built fast, too fast. His balls drew up tight and he tried to warn Fern, but the fennec just pressed down harder, swallowing around him.
Kiran came with a sharp cry, pulsing hard into Fern’s throat.
But he didn’t stop.
Fern kept sucking, kept stroking the base with his paw, and Kiran kept cumming. Another wave hit him, then another. His cock throbbed endlessly, pumping out thick ropes of fox cum that Fern swallowed greedily. The orgasm wouldn’t end. It just kept rolling through him, wave after wave, leaving him shaking and whimpering.
Fern finally pulled off, strings of saliva and cum connecting his lips to Kiran’s still-spurting cock. He wrapped his paw around the slick length and started stroking firmly, watching with fascination as Kiran kept orgasming.
“That’s it,” Fern whispered, rubbing his free paw over Kiran’s twitching belly. “Just keep cumming for me.”
Kiran lost track of time. He came again and again, long powerful streams shooting across his own chest and stomach while Fern stroked him through it. The towels beneath him grew soaked. His balls ached but kept producing more. Every orgasm was just as strong as the last.
Fern rubbed his chest and belly in slow, soothing circles, murmuring gentle praise the entire time.
“Good boy… look at all that cum… you’re doing so well… just let it all out…”
Forty full minutes passed before Kiran finally gave one last weak spurt and collapsed, panting and trembling, eyes unfocused.
Fern smiled softly and grabbed a fresh towel, gently cleaning the mess off Kiran’s fur.
“Come on,” he said, helping the dazed fox sit up. “Let’s get you in the shower.”
Kiran could barely walk. His legs felt like jelly. Fern had to support most of his weight as he guided him into the bathroom.
As the warm water started running over them both, Kiran leaned heavily against Fern’s smaller body, still breathing hard.
“What… what did you do to me?” he whispered.
Fern kissed his wet ear tenderly.
“Your body was regenerating your most... precious... fluids non stop. I wasn't sure how long it would last. Seminal vesicles, prostate, cowper's glands, all refilling rapidly. You made a mess, foxy boy."
The warm water cascaded over them both as Fern guided a still-trembling Kiran into the shower. The fox’s legs felt weak, his body oversensitive and buzzing from the endless orgasm. Cum still dripped down his chest and belly in slow, pearly rivulets, mixing with the water and swirling down the drain.
Fern drank from a second vial of the glowing teal liquid, then set it aside. His teal eyes flared brighter for a moment before he turned to Kiran.
“On your knees.”
Kiran sank down instantly, water streaming over his face and ears. He looked up at the smaller fennec with hazy, needy eyes, already knowing exactly what was expected.
Fern’s cock was already sliding free from its sheath, pink and glistening. “You know what to do.”
Kiran leaned in without hesitation. He started slow and reverent, pressing soft kisses along the length before dragging his tongue from base to tip in one long, wet lap of his canine tongue. Fern sighed above him, one paw gently resting on Kiran’s wet head. Kiran loved when any anthro caressed his fur or scritched him or rubbed him, made it more intimate and correct for the fox. He took his time, licking and sucking with genuine hunger, savoring the clean, slightly sweet taste of the fennec.
He swirled his tongue around the head, then sank down, taking Fern deeper into the wet heat of his mouth. The water made everything slicker, messier. Kiran bobbed slowly at first, then faster, his lips brushing against the growing knot, the water running off his muzzle and chin. Soft, wet slurping sounds echoed off the shower walls as he worked, which made Kiran's own cock throb harder at the erotic audio.
Fern’s breathing grew heavier. His hips twitched, and soon he was panting softly, ears folded back in pleasure.
Kiran felt the moment Fern tipped over the edge. The fennec’s cock pulsed hard on his tongue, and the first thick ropes of cum flooded his mouth, a constant stream. Kiran swallowed greedily, taking the first several heavy runners of cum down his throat with soft, eager sounds.
Then Fern leaned back against the shower wall and surrendered completely.
The orgasm didn’t stop.
Thick, warm pulses of cum kept flowing from Fern’s cock in an endless stream. Kiran pulled off after a few more swallows, letting the rest paint his muzzle, chest, and belly while the water washed it away in continuous white rivers. Fern’s legs trembled, soft whimpers escaping him as the pleasure refused to end.
Kiran looked up, water streaming down his face. “Do you… want me against you?”
Fern’s voice was strained but gentle. “That’s entirely up to you. I won’t ask for affection. Only what we agreed to.”
Kiran didn’t even hesitate.
He rose to his feet, stepped close, and wrapped his arms around the smaller fennec, pulling their bodies flush together. Fern’s still-cumming cock pressed between their slick bellies, pumping warm, steady pulses of cum against their fur as the shower water continuously rinsed it away.
They stayed like that for a long, intimate forty minutes.
Kiran held Fern gently through every shuddering wave, one paw rubbing slow circles on the fennec’s back while the other cradled the back of his head. Fern trembled and whimpered against his shoulder, hips twitching as his cock continued to throb and spill between them. The warm water poured over their joined bodies, washing the endless flow of cum down their legs and into the drain in a constant, hypnotic stream.
Kiran nuzzled softly against Fern’s big ear, whispering quiet comforts between the fennec’s soft gasps.
“I’ve got you…” he murmured. “Just let it happen… keep cumming, hottie. It's all washing away, no matter how filthy we get...."
Fern clung to him, breathing ragged, occasionally letting out tiny, overwhelmed sounds as another long pulse pushed out between their pressed bellies. The sensation was strangely intimate, the constant, warm throbbing of Fern’s cock, the slickness of the cum being washed away, the way their bodies fit together under the steady rain of water.
When the spell finally ended after forty full minutes, Fern sagged heavily against Kiran, panting hard.
Kiran kept holding him, gently stroking his wet fur until the fennec’s breathing slowed.
One day down.
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