Octavian

By Silver Sheep

A red fox named Octavian was sitting on the floor inside a log cabin. The cabin belonged to Bogrov Moonmane who was currently lounging in a comfy looking lounge. Heaven knows how he got it out here in the wilderness. There were no roads for miles.  Bogrov turned his gaze towards Octavian. Bogrov had strange eyes he had an aqua sclera and orange iris. Octavian couldn't help but stare at the strange creature who had invited him to his cabin.

His cabin was surprising well fitted out for such a rustic setting. There was an open fire in the middle of the main room. There was a large bed off against one wall as well as the lounge and coffee table in the room. The floor was covered with polished floorboards with a few rugs scattered about. One of which Octavian had made his seat. There was a bookshelf with a dozen books stacked neatly on the sleeves. Next to the bookshelf was an oak writing desk with a stack of writing paper and a fountain pen in a stand.

Octavian knew he shouldn't come to a strangers house, but Bogrov was quite friendly and didn't do anything that threw up a red flag. Octavian was a shy and reserved fox who barely spoke to anyone. When Bogrov walked over and placed one of his large hand paws right on his shoulder, he felt the other male wasn't out to hurt him. Octavian was starved for affection so the fact his hand paw lingered on his shoulder as Bogrov introduced himself didn't bother him nor did it bother him when Bogrov's fingers stroked the inside of his shirt collar.

Octavian wondered if Bogrov was coming on to him. He made up his mind that he was going to follow through and see where things went. Octavian stayed seated across from Bogrov on the floor. He was too shy to sit next to him. Bogrov was a large, powerful guy. Bogrov was covered in mostly grey fur in different shades. He had a thick light grey coat around his chest extending down his back. At his flanks, his fur was shorter, and in a dark grey, he had some white spots and stripe markings interspersed in the dark grey fur. The more interesting parts were the vivid fuchsia scales on his shins and fuchsia lining inside his ears. He even had three aqua horns with some spikes trialling down the back of his head.

"Like what you see?" asked Bogrov.

Octavian lowered his gaze his cheeks heated up knowing he had caught looking at him.

"I don't suppose you've seen a Gatogryph before. I get this reaction often." said Bogrov.

Octavian looked up and said, "I've never heard of a Gatogryph before."

Bogrov leaned forward and took an unmarked brown bottle from the coffee table. "Are you sure you don't want a beer? I brewed these myself," he asked.

"No thanks, I'm not much of a drinker," replied Octavian

Octavian's bright vulpine eyes widened when he noticed Bogrov place first one and then both of his legs up on the coffee table. Octavian's heart began the flutter. Octavian had a thing for paws, and this Gatogryph was putting them on full display.

"Gatogryph's are hybrid creatures. We are part dragon, part cat and part gryphon." said Bogrov.

As Octavian listened, he stole a glance at Bogrov's feet paws. The Gatogryph had large paws. That paws were fuchsia in colour with aqua claws. He had four toes and a cute little dewclaw on each foot paw. His toes twitched a little as he spoke.

Bogrov cocked his feline head to the side as he took a swig of his beer. "There isn't many of my kind, but we are out there. I have settled out here in the wilderness. I enjoy the wild forest, but I enjoy the comforts of a warm fire and a comfy lounge." said Bogrov.

Octavian was staring at Bogrov's paw pads. The dark almost black fur surrounding each pad contrasted the bright fuchsia paw pads. Bogrov splayed and clenched up his foot paws. The fox didn't notice he had caught the Gatogryph's attention.

Octavian had started to pant. It was hot in Bogrov's cabin he was still wearing his thick jacket. In contrast, Bogrov had stripped off his coat, shirt and even pants electing to wear only his underwear. It was another reason Octavian had elected to sit on the floor.

Bogrov set his bottle down on the coffee table and rose to his feet. He left the room swishing his oversized lion tail behind him or was it a Gryphon tail. It was too hard to tell. Octavian's ears twitched as he heard a cupboard open and claws clink on the side of a glass. Soon a sound of water pouring from a tap sounded from what assumed to be his kitchen. This was an excellent place indeed to have running water.

Bogrov returned carrying a glass of water. "I got you a glass of water." said Bogrov.

The fox stood up as Bogrov walked closer. The Gatogryph offered the glass that Octavian took. He eagerly took a large gulp. The water tasted so clean unlike the tap water at home. Bogrov brushed the backs of Octavian's ears with one of his large hand paws.

Bogrov stepped behind Octavian and whispered into his ear. "When I first saw you walking I wondered how I was going to get in those pants. The key was right below me. My thick juicy paw pads."

Heat shot down to the fox's sheath. He took another gulp of water downing the rest of the glass.

"It must be hard to find a partner to indulge your interest for paws," said Bogrov. "Hard indeed," he added reaching down a giving Octavian's crotch a firm grope.

There was no secret now that the Gatogryph had felt for himself his growing arousal. Octavian wanted Bogrov's hand paw back but he was seemingly done with teasing and had returned to his seat on the lounge. Bogrov had propped his paws right back up on the coffee table. He took a swig of his beer as if nothing happened.

Octavian unzipped his jacket and took it off. He placed it on the ground. The fox took up a position much closer to Bogrov's paws. He sat down next to the coffee table. He had a front-row seat right next to the objects of his desire. Octavian was emboldened by the Gatogryph's flirting now it was his turn to grope. He reached out with a hand paw towards the nearest of Bogrov's foot paws.

Now that he was much closer he could see the details of Bogrov's foot paws. Octavian's hand paws were dwarfed by the massive central paw pad. He pressed his paw tipped fingers into the fuchsia pad. The rubbery pad was springy and was warm to the touch. He looked up at Bogrov's face searching for any signs of disapproval. He found a look of contentment so he continued his exploration.

He caressed Bogrov's foot paw rubbing his fingertips across the surface. The Gatogryph pressed his foot paw into the touch his toes arching towards the fox. Octavian grasped one of his toe pads and squeezed he felt the warmth radiate through the thick pad. Movement caught his eye the other foot was coming towards his muzzle.

The stray foot paw made contact with his head and Octavian closed his eyes. He just enjoyed the sensation of the massive paw pad rub his face. Octavian's mouth began to water as the rubbery paw pad brushed across his face. The fox pressed his snout into the primary pad and sniffed. Bogrov smelled of the forest pine and the earth, not an unpleasant scent one that he could grow used to. He inhaled again sniffing and huffing in the scent.

"Lick." came Bogrov's voice. Was it permission, a command or a need? It didn't matter Octavian's tongue had already left his muzzle.

Octavian's canine tongue arched as it lapped across Bogrov's paw pad. He explored the texture of the Gatogryph's paw pad with his tongue is slow licks. With his free hand, he reached down to stroke his erection as his other rubbed Bogrov's other foot paw. The Gatogryph's paw pad was getting a slick coating of saliva as he explored every inch of his fuchsia prize.

Suddenly Bogrov pulled his foot paws away. Octavian let out a small whimper. The Gatogryph looked down at Octavian he had a hungry look on his muzzle. Bogrov's underwear betrayed his excitement. The Gatogryph had enjoyed his tongue loving his paw pads but why did he stop?

"I've indulged your fantasy now it's time for you to indulge mine." said Bogrov.

Octavian removed his hand paw from his crotch. He had been getting just as excited. What was Bogrov up too? He was a sexy beast and those paws, ah those perfect paws.

Movement caught Octavian's keen vulpine eyes. He vision settled on Bogrov's eyes. They had changed the aqua sclera and orange iris of his eyes had blended together. The two colours had formed into twin spirals of aqua and orange. Octavian blinked to make sure he saw what was really there.

"Is there something the matter?" asked Bogrov.

"Your eyes." Octavian murmured.

"Oh yeah, my eyes are quite something aren't they?" said Bogrov.

The fox nodded.

"Have you ever been hypnotised?" asked Bogrov.

It took a moment for Octavian to answer. "No." he said softly.

"You have been missing out my dear. Being entranced can be very pleasant. If you let yourself sink." said Bogrov.

Octavian looked into the twin spirals of Bogrov's eyes. He let out a breath he didn't realise he had been holding.

"Gatogryph's are known for their psychic powers. Most of my powers are for battle but this power is something I like to use in the bedroom. I like to call it my Enthralling Gaze." said Bogrov.

Octavian's body felt heavy but it didn't dampen his focus. In fact, his focus on Bogrov's eyes was only getting stronger.

"I just love watching my guest's fall into a deep trance. I just adore the part when their mouth falls open and they begin to pant like a dog. Are you a dog? Who knows but still your mouth falls open and you start to pant." said Bogrov.

Octavian's muzzle drifted open and his tongue lolled out and he began to pant. In the fox's mind, all he could hear was the sound of the Gatogryph's voice. The crackling of the fire even the sound of his own breathing had been pushed from his perception.

"Are you a dog? You can be with my words. Am I speaking the truth, hidden desires buried in that mind? I think you were always a dog and a caught you fibbing. You were a dog all along." said Bogrov.

Octavian was shocked. How did he know he was a dog? Those eyes had caught his deception. The fox let out a distinctly canine whine.

"That's right just a dog, a loyal pet. It's time to wag your tail. Yes, wag, wag, wag. Wag that tail. Wag away those fox thoughts. Just canine, doggy thoughts in your head. Wag, wag, wag."

Octavian's bushy tail sprang to life despite his zonked demeanour. It swished back and forth. With each wave, thoughts were brushed from his mind. His tail swished back and forth leaving his mind more empty with each swish. Soon Octavian's mind was blank with only basic canine thoughts remaining.

A loud click was the next thing Octavian remembered. He was sitting on his knees his hand paws level with his chest balled up in a begging pose. He brought them to his side. He looked up at Bogrov who was still sitting in his lounge. His feline muzzle was curled in a tight grin.

The next thing he noticed was that he was stripped down to his underwear. Octavian then saw the harness. He had been dressed in a full body harness.  It was wrapped tight enough for him to feel it but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. The harness was made with black nylon webbing and chrome metal buckles.

He reached down for one of the buckles at his chest.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," warned Bogrov.

Octavian ignored him and reached for the nearest buckle. As soon as his paw pad made contact with the harness buckle his arousal exploded. His cock started to grow erect. Soon his vulpine cock was pushing at the fabric of his underwear. The desire to escape the harness had been replaced by an effort to cover a seemingly random erection.

As Octavian slid his hand paws over his underwear bulge. Bogrov's grin grew to an almost predatory look. The fox's erection throbbed into his underwear. It didn't feel normal his arousal was still growing despite no action on his part. Soon his thick knot had popped out of his sheath as well. His underwear could thankfully contain his full erection, but it was embarrassing to be so turned on for no reason at all.

The full boiling heat of his sex was on fire. A lust that wasn't slowing down. It bubbled up from his balls. Octavian was about to slide down his underwear just to make himself more comfortable when it happened. His cock erupted. A massive rope of fox seed pulsed into the crotch of his straining underwear. He couldn't do anything but submit to his orgasm. Thick spurts of his fox cream exploded from his red rocket. He gasped as he was made helpless by his powerful orgasm.

Cum gushed into grey briefs leaving a gooey disaster coating the inside of them. Octavian cried out in delight clenching his hand paws closed as he continued to cream himself in earnest. Bogrov let out a giggle at his handy work. Octavian's erect prick finally stopped erupting. His thick canine knot proudly at attention. Trapped in the sticky dark grey patch left in the crotch of his creamed underwear.

Bogrov stood up and walked over to Octavian. He reached down and grabbed one of the harness straps. He guided the fox to his feet. Bogrov ran his hand paws over the fox's crotch. He put one of his hand paws down the front of cum soaked briefs and groped Octavian's maleness.

"What a creamy fox. So controlled, cumming on command. What a good boy." said Bogrov.

The Gatogryph brought his hand free hand paw up to Octavian's muzzle. He brushed his thumb over his black fox lips. Octavian's vulpine eyes met Bogrov's he let out a sigh. His flexible canine tongue licked the thumb pad of Bogrov's paw.

"I want your muzzle between my thighs Octavian," Bogrov said.

Bogrov reached down, and he removed his other paw from the fox's underwear. He tugged the fox's harness and pulled him towards his bed. They crossed the room the gentle clicks of two sets of feet claws sounding out as they moved. They stopped next to Bogrov's bed. The Gatogryph slipped down his underwear. Bogrov revealed his knotted penis. It was fuchsia in colour, and a drop of pre-cum had formed at the tip.

Octavian gulped as he looked down at the Gatogryph's anatomy. Bogrov sat down on his bed. He had an intense look on his feline muzzle. The fox lowered himself down onto his knees. He licked his chops and scooted closer to Bogrov. He lowered his muzzle until it was just above his prize.

Being closer to Bogrov he could smell his scent. It was the musk of another male. It wasn't a dirty scent but one that portrayed the dominant scent of a virile man. Octavian's tongue darted out of his muzzle. I swirled around Bogrov's cock tip. His tongue retreated back into his pointed vulpine muzzle it left a trail of saliva coating the tip of Brogrov's cock.

He tasted delicious. Octavian wanted more. He opened his maw wide and sunk down onto the Gatogryph's throbbing cock. The fox lapped the underside of Bogrov's cock with his tongue, and he worked more of the sizable length into his willing maw. Bogrov had a weird cock it had ridges running down the top and ended in a dragon's knot. Octavian was going to explore it personally with his maw.

With some struggle, Octavian's wet canine nose pressed into Bogrov's crotch fur. He had taken his full length. He locked his lips as tightly as he could and sucked. He started working his muzzle up and down his length. It didn't take long for the Gatogryph to voice his approve with soft moans.

Bogrov placed his hand paws on the fox's shoulders and rubbed his russet fur is encouraging strokes. Octavian bobbed his head up and down giving the Gatogryph cock a slick coating of saliva. He slurped and sucked at Bogrov's maleness. The taste of his pre-cum egging him on. He was going to get the full payload soon.

Bogrov rubbed behind Octavian's ears as the fox worked his muzzle over his throbbing cock. The fox had some talent, and this wasn't the first cock he had serviced judging by his eagerness and tongue work. Octavian was getting the Gatogryph worked up into a state. The lude sounds that the fox's muzzle made were music to his ears.

Octavian could hear Bogrov's breathing become erratic. He knew what it meant. The other male was close to blowing his load. Sure enough, the Gatogryph let out a cry, and the first load of creamy cum launched into Octavian's maw. The fox was ready and gulped down the first of Bogrov's cream. There was more to come. Octavian wanted it he wanted all his creature could give.

After several more pulses, Octavian was sure he had all seed the Gatogryph would give. He lifted his muzzle off Bogrov's cock. He slowly licked his chops taking in the salty taste of the other male. Bogrov returned to his senses and stood up. He brought the fox to a standing position with a gentle tug. He hugged the fox close and kissed his soft lips. He arms squeezing him closer.

After several moments their lips parted, and Octavian looked into Bogrov's eyes. Bogrov's strange aqua and orange eyes held an interest for the fox even if they weren't spinning in hypnotic spirals. Bogrov petted Octavian following the flow of his soft fox fur.

"You'll have to stay here at least until I've washed that underwear of yours," said Bogrov.

Octavian turned away he reeked of his own release and couldn't go anywhere in his current state.

"It's alright little fox you can just drop. Drop into a deep trance," said Bogrov in a monotone.

Octavian went limp, and Bogrov caught him in his strong arms. He lowered the now entranced fox to his bed. He was going to show Octavian a good time. The shy fox needed some cuddles and a place to let go of his thoughts and worries at least for a time. He brushed the cheek of his vulpine thrall before leaning down for a soft kiss.