Secret Santa 2022 
Written by 123escritorio, featuring characters owned by Amoren and 123escritorio

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“...had the last babysitter cancel on us at the last minute. Said…”

Over the ambient gunfire and explosions coming from the television screen, the young kitsune boy in the adjacent room listened in on the conversation. It was easy enough to autopilot through the game and drown out the noise so his black-rimmed ears could hone in on his mother and the unfamiliar voice coming from the kitchen. Whether or not she intended him to overhear them or not, seemingly engrossed in his game as he was, did not matter. 

“...mind if they’re a bit difficult - I’m sure we’ll come around…”

He smirked at that bit of bravado voiced by the newcomer and his apparent new babysitter for the upcoming holiday season. The last one had been rather optimistic about watching over him as well, but there was a reason his mother didn’t go fully into detail about them having to “cancel”. 

“...sure that you’ll be alright? We’ll be gone for a couple weeks for…”

His pleased expression faltered some as his mother mentioned their vacation plans. Not a family vacation, no - his parents had described it as a sort of anniversary for them both, which apparently included a cruise and vacationing overseas, but excluded him. Admittedly, a lot of what they described made it sound very boring, and he’d be glad to be staying home, away from school, enjoying his games the whole time. There was a minor issue with that plan, however, and one of the reasons he’d not been allowed to tag along…

“...project to be completed over the break. Really got into trouble with his…”

He scowled. So what if he’d been neglecting his schoolwork a bit? They’d given him a chance to make up a lot of it over his break, on top of some stupid project their teachers had to throw on for Christmas break. Because one could never truly be free of schoolwork, even with almost two weeks away from it! He’d get it done eventually - he was intent on savoring the time he had away from school and he wasn’t going to let some uppity teenager in it for a quick buck ruin that for him. 

So it was not a surprise when his mother and the newcomer came into the room and immediately he felt a loathing start to grow in the pit of his stomach, like a tension was already forming between the two of them, even if he refused to acknowledge they were even there at first. “Crevan, dear…” 

It took a long few moments but eventually he came to a stop on his game and rolled his eyes around to his mother, with a contemptuous “hm?” and a distinct lack of attention towards the feline standing at her side. “Your father and I are heading off in a few minutes,” she explains, though it didn’t seem to prompt much of an emotional response. Almost as if she’d been expecting it, she quickly goes on to add, “We couldn’t get Miss Chirym back but we did find you another babysitter. This is Miss Korodan.” 

For the first time, he deigned to glance over from his mother and see the substitute they’d picked out for him. She was not exactly what he had been expecting, actually, though that didn’t necessarily mean they’d be any better or worse. She was a feline, clad in light brown fur and a white underbelly - nothing too fancy. But where he’d been expecting a basic cat’s muzzle, he instead found a pair of protruding fangs, one on either side of her mouth, easily making it down to her chin with their pearly gleam. A sabertooth? Weren’t they extinct? 

A few further glances made him question that assumption. The long and waving tail behind her suggested she wasn’t pure bred and if she was descended from ancient apex predators, then she’d certainly lost a lot of the important bits along the way. The teeth were still there, sure, but she was short. Not such that she was undershooting Crevan himself but give it a year or two and he would most likely surpass the five-and-change sabercat. She was also a bit pudgy - like she’d been feasting on big kills but hadn’t actually been doing any of the hunting herself. 

She wasn’t a teenager, either, like he’d expected. She was a bit older, probably just out of college? It quashed any hope he had of them just laying around on the couch the whole break and gossiping on her phone while he got full reign of the house. In fact, she had this distinct air of someone who wanted to be in charge and tell you what to do, which quickly set his fur on edge. His curious look of surprise narrowed and he regarded her little wave and attempt at encouraging camaraderie between them by saying “You can just call me Kylie” with disdain. She was to be the enemy of his winter break, he just knew it. 

“Well, if she thinks she can do better than the bat, by all means…” His dismissive statement had him rolling his eyes back around to his game, but not without missing the look of mild surprise on Kylie’s face and the much more seasoned response from his mother, which was to simply shrug it off. 

“Now Crevan, you be good for Miss Korodan, alright?” she prompts as she comes over and rustles the insolent cub’s mess of green hair. “We’re leaving now, alright? Give us a call if you need anything,” she reminds them both before leaning down and managing to plant a big kiss across his cheek. “Love you,” she purrs warmly.

“Mooooooom…” he bemoans, noting the little smile on Kylie’s face nearby and making his cheeks redden that much more beneath the fur. “Love you, too…” he grumbles, not disingenuously. He was a bit brattish but he did still love his mother. 

“Good boy! Now, I left you both enough money for groceries and food for the next couple of weeks, and I’ll get you paid as soon as we get back, Miss Korodan,” his mother rambles as she makes a few last minute tidies and reminders before a loud honk from the driveway makes her jump. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Alright, bye! Bye - see you all in a bit - be good!” she calls out as Kylie walks her back to the door. 

After a minute or two, the sound of the engine rumbling outside fades as the car pulls away and then there’s a thunk as the front door closes and shuts before Kylie casually steps her way back into the living room and strikes a pose, with legs spread and arms crossed under her chest - an expectant pose if there ever was one, though she didn’t say anything right away. She just loomed there while Crevan played away on his game, aware of her presence there and realizing that one of them would have to break the ice eventually, for better or for worse. 

“Hey…” Kylie’s ears perked, expecting to have to break his attention away from his games first rather than the other way around. “You know how in movies, the babysitters are all really nice and pretty?” Kylie quirks a brow at that lead in, not quite anticipating where it was going but shrugging and gesturing for him to continue nevertheless. “Why don’t they have babysitters in real life like that…?”

He didn’t show it but Kylie could just imagine that wide, shit-eating grin on his face behind that facade of nonchalance that made his thinly veiled insult all that much more scathing. But it would be a cold day in hell before she let the wit of a prepubescent troublemaker get the better of her. “You know, I would think you’d be a little kinder to the person in charge? Who’s going to be deciding whether the next couple weeks are enjoyable or not?”

This gives Crevan pause, if just for a moment so he could look like he was rolling the notion around in his mind before spitting out, “You’re right!” He then turns from his game and gives her a once-over. “And yet I don’t see you trying to appease me with snacks or, say… doing my homework?” He pointedly turns back to the television. “So, you’re really not doing yourself any favors. Should really listen to your own advice,” he muses, hoping to ruffle the sabercat’s fur some. 

It certainly surprised Kylie, hearing such arrogant rudeness from a kit she’d only just met, but she’d been forewarned about him and she’d like to think being raised in a large family made it easier for her to deal with rebellious youth. It also helped she was nearer to the television screen. 

“Hey! What’s the big idea?” he exclaims as the set flickers off and she draws an ire-filled look from him. 

She meets it with an unwavering calmness. “How much of your schoolwork have you gotten done so far?” she cooly asks. 

He huffs, watching as she shifts from foot to foot but never breaks that irritatingly entitled stance of hers, like she was delighting in thinking she was the one pulling the strings around here. She’d certainly come to learn that was not the case - not with him here. “I’ll get it done before the break is over.”

“And what about your project? Come up with an idea for it?”

“It’ll take me, like, an evening. At most. Just want me to read a book and write about it.” 

She perks up at this, prompting Crevan to realize a little too late what he’d said. “That’s great!” She proceeds to saunter over to the couch and snatch up the remote from him before he could bogart it and get his game back on. “I think you’ve got the better part of an evening left before bedtime. How about you show me some progress on it and, if you’re good, I’ll even let you save your game before you head to sleep.” 

A slight but infinitely smug grin passes over her naturally toothy features for a moment but it is enough for Crevan to latch onto and resent as she makes a point of dangling her power over him like a vine just out of reach. But he was going to cut that tree down to get to what he wanted, short and stout as it might be. “Mmmmnnn… Fine,” he finally grumbles, hopping off of the couch and making a point of lifting his nose and walking towards the stairs and his bedroom, where he could be afforded some modicum of privacy. Whether he decided to work on the project or not did not matter. He would be doing some planning, but not for the reason Kylie wanted. 

“I’ll call you down when dinner’s ready,” she calls out to him as he reaches the stairs and pauses. He turns back towards the living room as Kylie turns for the entryway again and starts to roll in a few bags and a suitcase - doubtless filled with things she would need while she was staying over for the winter break. She was probably getting paid a pretty penny to watch over him like this for an extended period of time but all he could think about was how it would just make his plan for payback all that much easier. 

And yet there was another aspect of her that still drew his eye, even past the loathing and contempt. It was strongest when she’d bend forward at the waist or exert herself in such a way that reminded him how decidedly feminine she was. Hefty breasts, rounded butt, maybe a bit on the heavier side, but youthful lust had very few filters and she was oh so very… breedable. Maybe this holiday could be enjoyable for both of them after all…

---

The first few days trying to live together were rocky, to put it lightly. Neither side seemed willing to seemed willing to give an inch when it came to who was in charge. He would stalwartly refuse to work on the mountain of work needed completing by the end of the break and she wouldn't let a day slip by where she didn't remind him and reprimand him for not being productive. That first night in particular had been like two bulls butting heads when he checked on him in his room and found him playing games on a different, albeit smaller, TV in his bedroom. 

Kylie had started to suspect from his rather privileged upbringing and his mother's apparent lackadaisical approach to parenting that there was a very good reason he was as rebellious as he was. A little humbling would go a long way, she thought, but also fighting on his home turf. Maybe the layout and the intimate knowledge of its insides wasn't necessarily useful for his antagonistic efforts but he certainly had the most incentive to win and have things his way. 

What did it matter to her, after all, if he didn't do his work and continued being a delinquent? She might not be paid as well but if she was really worried about that, she could just do his work herself. Couldn't be that hard given his age, but that was also what he wanted. To have things done for him. She was a little worried he knew her paycheck revolved around his own success as the small fox was deceptively clever. 

Except he wasn't a fox, he was a kitsune, and so grossly underestimated her odds of outdoing the trickster incarnate. Indeed, his tactics were like a war of attrition, wearing down her sensibilities until… well, she wasn't quite sure. She wouldn't up and leave, especially not after the first few days gave her the impression she'd bought into the job and couldn't back out. But the incessant refusal and the new string of "pranks" he'd been orchestrating in the meantime were whittling away at her restraint. 

It had started rather subtly, with her noticing her packed clothes seemed to be missing an article or two. Maybe she thought she'd packed them and had not. But it quickly became apparent that wasn't the case as bras, panties and the like started to mysteriously disappear. She'd confronted him on it, searched his room and even other parts of the house but nothing turned up and he always had some denial-laced quip to throw back at her, usually about her faulty memory or similar. He was filled with smugness seeing her search, though, knowing that without proof she was merely left to question herself. 

Then it started to get weird.

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Crevan stood outside of the running shower in nothing but his birthday suit. He’d already showered, now with slightly damp fur and hair sitting a bit less poofy than normal, but he’d heard the thrum of the car engine outside and the headlights in the window and had sprung into action. He’d sufficiently weathered the feline down over the past few days, by his estimate, and now he wanted to sow the true seeds of his plan. Not the physical seed - that would come later! No, for he had already used some tricks and his own virility to start floating ideas about him into her head. 

While she was so distracted trying to find her missing garments, she’d fail to realize he’d been rubbing himself all over her sleeping space or lacing what clothes she could find with that surprisingly alluring aroma of potent male. He didn’t realize he was doing it, but he was also playing off of some pent-up sexual tension she had, too, having lost her boyfriend recently and, in more recent events, had to control herself while living in the same house as him. It was nightmarish just thinking about what he could hold over her if he caught her with her hand between her legs one uneventful evening. 

All in good time, he told himself as he heard the front door open and went to snag a towel and step out of the bathroom in exaggerated fashion. Not to cover himself but to sell the idea he’d just gotten out of the shower: she would be graced with an eyeful of hung stud. It wasn’t even so much that he was naked that startled Kylie when he casually walked into the kitchen and asked where dinner was (her aforementioned big family made certain she’d seen at least a handful of younger siblings run around in the nude at some point) but because he was big. His package alone could have put a fully grown male to shame and she was pretty sure he was barely pushing into double digits! It was creating this rather surreal image, of this innocent-looking kit, boyish in all ways save for the massive set of equipment dangling between his legs. She could only fantasize how large his dick must be if it needed as girthy a sheath as the one present. 

In fact, she spent a little bit too long fantasizing about it, to the point where she ogled and stared far longer than she should have. And Crevan knew it, too. Trying to save face, she tore her eyes away and fixed him with a weak attempt at a distasteful look. “Good lord, Crevan - at least wrap the towel around yourself if you’re going to air dry.”

He shrugs and, in that frustratingly contrarian tone, replies simply with, “What? I’ve got my fur on. Can’t get dry with my clothes in the way.”

She huffs and makes a point of busying herself with some of the groceries she’d bought for them to make meals with, not risking giving him any more satisfaction in knowing his blatant display of masculinity was getting her a tad flustered. “You don’t see me wandering around the house naked after I get out of the shower, do you? It’s common decency,” she tries to enforce. 

“You could do if you wanted!” he replies with enough boyish glee and innocence that she couldn’t tell whether he was being genuine or simply playing up his ability to get on her nerves. “If you keep losing your clothes, you might have to!” She suspected the latter…

“I didn’t- mnph.” She raises a hand, as if to stop herself from going off on him like he clearly wanted from her. “Just… go get ready for dinner - it’ll be ready in a little bit, I just need to warm it up,” she explains as she tries to shoo him out of the kitchen, only to pause and add, “With clothes, or you won’t get any!”

He seemed more than content to saunter out of the kitchen and off towards his room, the plap of his damp balls against his thighs being unnervingly loud for the relatively innocent motion. Those erotic fantasies from before threatened to rear their head again and distract her again as she fished around for warm-up meal in the shopping bags. Thankfully his snide shout back of, “I’m not that hungry anyway” was frustrating enough to keep herself from dwelling on it too long. Though the hypnotic sway of those plump nuts did still seemed to be burned into her mind as she prepared dinner. 

It was probably only about 30 minutes later when the oven went off, signaling its completion. She flicked the oven off so it wouldn’t burn and instead kept it warm while she ascended the stairs to go and check on her troublemaking charge. “Crevan - food is ready!” She called, knocking on the door to his room. And… no response. She knocked again and offered a more impatient “Come on, Crevan…” before she rolled her eyes and simply opened the door to look inside. But he was nowhere to be found inside, despite the light being on and his things arranged as though he may have been recently. It quickly dawned on her that this might legitimately be her chance to catch him in the act of initiating mischief and with renewed vigor, she rushed for her own room, figuring if there was one place he could be causing the most trouble, it was there. She swore, if he caught him nicking her clothes, she would tear him a new one! 

Except opening the door on him proved to garner a much different response. 

Appropriately, he did have her clothes in his hand - a pair of panties to be precise - but he was not stealing them so much as he was using them. Her look of righteous vindication quickly evaporated to shock and awe as having “caught him in the act” took on a far lewder angle than she’d thought or ever wanted to experience. She stood there in the doorway, dumbfounded, as the smug kitsune leaned back into her pillows, on her bed, and stroked himself off with all of the patience and training of a porn actor, using her panties laced between his fingers like a glove. And he was hung like a pornstar, too. It was almost comical seeing his prepubescent hands try to wrangle the mighty canine spire into submission but he was clearly managing it, and certainly had enough experience to his motions to have done it many times before. 

Her appearance didn’t even cause him to falter in his stroking, merely prompting him to perk up a bit and turn to her, smiling, as she gawked at his dick. Almost as if he’d been expecting it. “Mmm, dinner, you said? I guess I could work up an appetite…” he remarks with all the casual aloofness of someone who hadn’t just been walked in on while masturbating. “Want to help…?” he offers. 

The severity of the question was apparently enough to shake her from her shocked state and she almost did a double take as she tore her gaze away from his shaft, now glistening with precum that had been carefully massaged into the red flesh by his attentive fingers. Her mouth opened, as if to immediately decry his lewd actions and even more lascivious ask, but the fact that she hesitated was all the answer Crevan needed to know he’d already won. The moment she started questioning taking the leap was all the incentive she’d need to start slipping down that slippery slope. 

Her mind wasn’t doing her any favors, either. It seemed to fixate on his dick immediately and corrupt the sense of dignity and sense that told her this was a bad idea. Instead it filled her mind with rationales and bartering attempts that made his proposal all that much more plausible and desirable. No wonder he had been taking her clothes, he was young and had some sexual frustrations that needed outing! Maybe a little helping hand with his issue was all she needed to do in order to get on his good side and get him to listen to her! Those were just a couple of the thoughts that rushed through her mind as she closed her mouth and stepped into the room and over to the bed. 

“You didn’t have to steal my clothes just so you could get off,” she reminds him in a very weak attempt at a reprimanding. But Crevan was already perking up, bushy tail swatting against the sheets and sitting up straighter as the feline seemed to fall under his spell. “If you were frustrated about something, you should’ve told me. Is that why you’ve been so against me?” She questions, though Crevan remains quiet, only making sure she keeps glancing down to where he was still stroking his shaft, constantly threatening to draw her eyes away from him. 

Her hand started to reach out for him, but she hesitated. Everything was very wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop this from happening, not when her head had twisted the idea into a benefit to herself rather than a power trip for him, knowing he’d ensnared her with his virility and would ultimately be the winner in this scenario. It was why she made the feeble offer of, “How about… I help you take care of this… and you can see about getting a little bit more of that work done?”

She said that but her hand had already come and replaced his on his impressive cock. It was no illusion, either, neither its size or the power behind it. It was filled with the fruitful energy that his youth provided and in a way, that made the forbidden fruit all the more enticing for her. “Sounds fine by me,” he replies cooly, smiling toothily as the busty sabercat took up the job of pawing him off. He groaned softly, delighting in how much better it felt to have someone else’s hand caressing him so intimately. But… there was still a lingering distaste he felt for the feline. Obviously, she had come back around for him now that she’d foolishly agreed to what were basically  sexual favors, but the frustration he’d felt for her before couldn’t simply be ignored. 

Barely a minute later and he was pulling away from her, just long enough to stand up on the mattress and gesture for him to come and join her up on it. “Here, come and lay down,” he commanded, voice firm and testing the sway he held over the feline. Quite a bit, apparently, as she only took a few moments to slide up onto the bed and lie down, making a brief move to raise her head before Crevan stepped over her and urged her head back down to the flat mattress surface. Something in her mind did not register the looming view of nearly ten inches of bestial cock descending towards her face as an issue until the bottom of his shaft fell right across her lips and her vision was blotted out by the two snowy white kiwi fruit dangling over her eyes. 

“What…” she starts to question, sounding a little bit hazy as his scent infested her nostrils and his flavor plagued her tastebuds - sparking arousal that had been forcibly repressed since she’d spied his naked body not a half hour prior. Except he wasn’t here for her pleasure. Certainly the hands taking a hold of her covered breasts like handholds was pleasing and the position she found herself in tickled her submissive side, but when he drew his hips back and let his shaft slide along her lips, all the way up until she was practically making out with the head of his canine cock, she knew who this was really for. 

Much like his brazen attitude when dealing with her earlier, Crevan clearly had no desire of beating around the bush or playing nice with the sabercat now. When he’d found the entrance to her maw and adjusted his legs properly on the bed to either side of her, he simply lunged forward, whether she was prepared or not. The first few inches passed relatively easily, her maw not being super long but not short either, but there wasn’t a moment to spare between inch one and the start of his knot. His cock spread her throat apart with force, pulsing and throbbing against the resistant gagging and squeezing her throat made to try and repel the sudden obstruction bulging out her airway. 

Thankfully, he did not linger for long after the initial bottoming out. In fact, he did not waste any time at all before he used his leverage above her to start fucking away at her throat. There was no moment to prepare or a desire to draw things out - he simply wanted to indulge in the pleasure here and now, and Kylie’s throat provided the easiest outlet, if not the most willing. Kylie rarely engaged in such taxing oral practices but the present was as good a time to learn as any if she did not wish to choke on his dick or get her esophagus rubbed raw when her muscles refused to relax and simply let him go at it. 

There was something inherently arousing about the primal desire on display as he rutted her face. The sound and feel of those nuts slapping noisily against her face, the one-track mind dictating that he breed what he stuck his dick in. It came to be a merciful thing for Kylie’s inexperienced mouth, actually, as the warmed up kitsune barely lasted a handful of minutes before he’d growl and abruptly thrust forward, interrupting any attempt Kylie had been making to get into a rhythm of breathing by absolutely flooding her tonsils with a deluge of thick spunk. He had not knotted her maw but such a thing was hardly necessary when the stuff poured down her throat like hot honey. At least until her throat reflexively tensed up at being clogged for so long and then the stuff was just everywhere. Back out around the sides of her mouth, up her nose, and all down her chin and neck as the stuff backwashed onto her as much as it did flow downward and stuff her pudgy belly with seed. 

Whether it was intentional or not, his lack of knot served to make for an even messier finish, too, as he apparently felt satisfied in how thoroughly he’d basted her insides and instead drew back, letting his cock jump free from her maw and douse the rest of her in the last few spurts he managed from that first climax. By the end of it, she felt like she was sitting in a shallow pool of the stuff - or at least her head, the rest having been swallowed down and then coughed back up as she rolled to one side and hacked and gagged at how he’d treated her esophagus. 

“Mmm, that was pretty good,” he rumbles, tone decidedly chipper now compared to how he’d been acting before. A bit more genuine, too, as if he were no longer trying to put on some sort of deceptive facade. But maybe that was just the gunk in her ears, making her hear intonations that were not there. Possibly it was the same imaginary force that had made this whole plan seem like a good idea in the first place. And yet she could not deny the wet spot between her legs - hidden by her clothes but nevertheless burning a shameful blush under her fur and the few coatings of jizz across her muzzle. “It did get me hungry, though,” he casually remarks, hopping down from the bed without aplomb. “You said dinner was ready? I’ll go get the table set,” he cheerily remarks as he exits, still naked, and still dripping from his slicked up dick, leaving a little lewd snail trail back down to the kitchen. What had she gotten herself into…?

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“Dinner was pretty good!”

Kylie heard Crevan’s compliment from where she sat across from him at the quaint dining room table but she didn’t offer much more than an acknowledging hum. He’d cleared his plate but she was still poking around at her, having suddenly lost a lot of her appetite after getting a bellyful of cum not too long before. She was still a little surprised she had done it at all, but now she was seeing how he seemed a bit more agreeable and already her mind was trying to twist it into how it was ultimately a positive for her. She definitely hadn’t just been used as a sexual outlet for his desires, no way! She was making real progress! 

Unfortunately, so was Crevan. 

With a thoughtful hum, he slipped out of his chair and circled slowly around to where Kylie was sitting. She had managed to slip off to the bathroom and tidy up a bit, though her clothes were still wreaking of sex. Whereas Crevan had gone right from the bedside to the table, meaning he was still pantless and flaunting his mismatched junk around for her to ogle before she could catch herself. He’d barely shrunk back down at all, either - maybe making it about halfway back into his sheath over the course of dinner but with his eyes hungrily molesting her from the other side of the table the whole time, it was no surprise when he was pushing a full erection again when he came back around to her side. 

“Think I’m almost ready to start working on my project now,” he remarks, prompting an approving, if a bit hesitant, nod from Kylie. She did not like the tone he had - it was the kind that just screamed overconfidence and cockiness, that he was leading into something else that she would have a hard time resisting. And she wasn’t wrong. 

“But I kind of need your help with it,” he adds before gesturing with his hand for her to get up. She obeyed with an uncanny response time even if she was still eyeing him funny. At least until his hands were on her hips and pointedly turning her around to face away from him, allowing him to then push her back towards her own chair. She got the hint well enough, and she lowered herself down to her knees and bent forward over the seat of it before hesitation set in.

“Help…? I already helped you get some relief. Thought we were square,” she argues, tone lacking in that fiery spite she’d been combatting with him before. It was like music to his ears hearing how she’d been so conquered, but it was not nearly as sweet as the sight he received when greedy paws grabbed at the waistband of her pants and panties alike and yanked down, revealing her bare ass to him with only a small gasp from Kylie showing she was still somewhat aware of his debauched control over her. 

“You did!” He agrees, voice like honey as small hands roam over her ass, drinking in its rounded shape while also forcibly adjusting her position to get her lined up just right. A few smacks here and there for the sheer enjoyment of watching that fat ass jiggle (and perhaps a bit or irony) before he yanked her tail up and to one side so he could slot his erection right between her cheeks. “But I don’t want to get distracted while I’m working, you know?” He starts to grind idly between her cheeks, as much smearing her crease with grease as he was asserting the fact he belonged back there, about to lay claim to her properly. 

She blinked and then looked back over her shoulder at him looming behind her. He barely managed to reach that much higher than her standing behind her but something about his presence was making her want to squirm. It made her walls clench and her tail hike in what was clearly an invitation, even if the words that came from her mouth sounded less than certain. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea for you to…”

“To what?” he interjects, cutting her off with a sharp smack to the ass. She raises her rump a little higher and he takes that opportunity to slide his dick down, letting its impressive length slide lewdly along her folds, offering a bit more direct stimulation and lubricant for what was very soon to come. “To bend you over the chair and fuck you into submission?” he says with a surprising flash of “maturity” in his phrasing. But it was just as “mature” as the rod of vulpine flesh that was soon tucking itself between her glistening folds. 

“I don’t think so…” he muses as Kylie’s breath catches in her throat as he starts to apply pressure, the pointed tip nudging apart her petals and holding there, if not from how tight she was compared to his size then for some dramatic effect orchestrated by him. But as before, his eagerness got the better of him, and within moments he was all but ecstatic to start shoving that breeding tool inside with all the care of a drunken stud. “After all, you’re awfully… rrrrrreally… w-wet for it! Mnph!” He barely manages to growl out the damning sentence of evidence against her before he’s capitalized on how blatantly aroused Kylie is and bottoms out inside of her snug snatch, right up to his tri-lobed knot, still half-swollen from last time. 

He managed a moment to adjust to his size this time, at the very least. Whether intentionally or simply because the feeling of grinding his shaft around at the deepest depths of her cunt was so alluring, she was given a few seconds before that bestial side of him seemed to take over and he started to draw back. Only his size made it very inconvenient to draw back all of the way, especially from this position, so unlike the impromptu throat fucking before, Kylie is treated to a rapid-fire onslaught of short, quick jabs, like the frenzied humping of a ravenously horny hound on her upturned ass. 

But for as good as it felt for Crevan, it was almost doubly so for Kylie, who was biting her lip and nearly tearing chunks out of the wood on the chair she was bent over as he railed her with a rutting ferocity. The scenario itself deeply steeped in its own kinkiness but even it had a hard time contending with how deep his cock could reach, or how strenuous his girth was to take when it was constantly straining her snug hole. There was nary a thought for the consequences, either, only the flaming heat of the moment that subsumed them both and filled the air around them with lewd moans, groans, and grunts from all those involved. 

It did not take very long for her to start to feel the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, either. Even lost in lust as she was, the smack of the thick bulb at the end of his dick started to grow decidedly harder to ignore when rather than smacking into her spread folds, it started to try and wedge itself inside. Thrusts suddenly became less smooth as an equal amount of time was spent mindlessly humping as was spent trying to insert or dislodge that bitchbreaker from her velvety walls. And it keep swelling, bigger and bigger with every pass, testing the limits of her body with each movement until she was certain she was going to either break or explode before he could finish. This probably was not the ideal way to first experience canine anatomy but she knew she would not soon be forgetting it, either. 

That continued for what felt like a longer than it actually was, before one final attempt to yank the expanding knot back out was met with only the refusing strain of her lips and a pitiful whine. From there it started to expand and, sensing the end was close, he started to thrust harder and faster. Shallow as they might have been, the sheer pressure his knot exerted on her insides must have hit a weak spot because at some point her legs went all shaky and gelatin-like before she tossed her head back and yowled in blissful release as her walls spasmed heartily around his seemingly ever-expanding bulb. And she couldn’t stop, either - not at first, anyway, as it pushed on that tender spot ceaselessly, making her cum and milk his cock for seconds on end until both her throat and her vagina had been rendered raw by the sensation. 

But Crevan was there to soothe those aches. With his own dominant cry of bliss, he started to let himself go in explosive fashion. One moment her insides were burning up from arousal and the next they were practically drowning in kit-batter as pints of the stuff flowed through the length of his dick and erupted right into her womb, leaving no room for guesswork when it came to breeding the sabercat thoroughly and succinctly. One did not need a deluge of cum in order to knock someone up, but Crevan seemed content to provide it, amazing and overwhelming Kylie who foolishly assumed he would not be producing as much so soon after the first. 

Her bloated insides could vouch that that was not the case, and it got to the point where not even her insides could bear the sheer amount of liquid weight, not without leaving the feline a cum-engorged mess. Like a shaken soda bottle being opened, at some point the pressure became too much and little gouts of seed rushed out and doused his legs, her legs, and the chair beneath them in sticky white love juice before eventually the tide would start to ebb. 

Knotted, he would not be removing his cock anytime soon, and he’d continue to top her off with the last dregs of his orgasm, but for the moment, they were both given a slight reprieve from the rampant lust that had consumed them both just before. The only difference was that one of them was feeling bloated and exhausted after two strenuous bouts of fucking from either end, and the other was still a spry and ultimately lust-driven kitsune with an endless bout of energy. It was what prompted a groan from Kylie as he dared to move and shift the delicate tie locking them together so he could stand up straight again and speak. “Alright… think that’ll last me for a while… how about we go get some of my papers to work on?”

Please, don’t let them be up the-

“They’re just upstairs! You can still walk, right?”

She sighed and melted a little further into the chair before an insistent tug on her nethers made her begrudgingly rise to her unsteady feet. Christmas break was going to be a long one…

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“Thank you so much for being good for Miss Korodan, Crevan! And you got all of your schoolwork done, too! I am so proud of you.”

Crevan folded his ears down and shied away from the hugs and kisses his mother pushed on him just before dinner on Christmas day. Kylie had left about a week ago when his parents had gotten back and he couldn’t have been sadder to see her go. They had gotten off to a rocky start but by the end of the break, she was lying on her back in his bed, tied to his hips, and using her tits like a prop for him to finish up the last few worksheets he had before his parents came home and he’d be whisked back to school in another week. It was amazing! If he could do all of his classwork with someone there constantly tending to his sexual whims, he might actually enjoy going to school! Hmm…

But even though she was gone now, she’d promised she’d try and be his babysitter again next time he needed one - something Crevan himself encouraged his mother to do whenever they decided they needed a night to themselves. He certainly would not mind indulging in his slutty sabercat again, and his mother seemed very enthused she’d found someone who could bond with him so well. 

“In fact, she left me a special present, just for you. Here, your eyes only!”

Crevan perked up as his mother handed him a small rectangular box, wrapped in paper and a bow, addressed to him, from Kylie. When had she managed to pass that off to his mom? Had she been over here since she left? And if so, why hadn’t she come and said hello? He could always kill a good 45 minutes in the bathroom or in his bedroom, if he could manage it. 

Smirking to himself, he took the gift, thanked his mother, and rushed up to his room to peek inside before dinner would be ready. But as he closed his door, hopped on the bed, and started to tear into it like a ravenous animal, he would be perplexed by what he found inside. A small, plastic device that smelled strongly of Kylie and which had a small viewing port on the front where it showed a pair of parallel pink lines. He had no idea what the strange thing was - some sort of exotic toy? He spied a note resting just under it but it didn’t elaborate much. 

“You’re on the naughty list,” was spelled out in Kylie’s handwriting, though it was hard to tell if it was meant seriously or as a kind of joke - writing was hard to parse in that way. Especially when he had no context for the gift itself. “Heh, if I’m on the naughty list, then why am I getting toys?” he boasted quietly to himself. 

He looked over the front, back, and side of this “toy” before shrugging and hopping back off of the bed and out the door, shouting down the stairs, “Hey mom! Look at this funny toy Kylie got me!”

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