Patron Story - The Fox Hole (Patreon)

It was late on a Saturday night and while most clubs were in the thrill of the evening this one in particular seemed fairly calm. From the outside it was simply a hole in the wall, a dive bar that seemed barely in business with only a few of the letters of the neon sign barely alight. A single uncovered dimly lit bulb marked the doorway of the lone strip mall that had its better years far in the past. The only neighbor to this club was a tenant a few doors down with a dry cleaning service run by an old widow who only paid her rent by the last living customers that dwindled year by year. It was an old joke that she had a retirement fund of unclaimed clothes of deceased patrons. 

Yet it was all a façade, after all there was hardly a reason for the establishment to pay for top tier advertising and bringing attention to what was a curated and mostly anonymous clientele. The rustic door lined with metal hinges opened to a world of class that was by invite only with a speakeasy guarding the entrance. The Fox Hole as it was known, was simply the third or fourth name in the long line of anonymous owners who seemed to move the establishment every so often. 

Tom wasn’t even sure how he’d gotten invited, one day he simply had discovered the card in his coat pocket but it had been quite an interesting journey. He had only visited for the past few months but he already felt like a veteran, picking up on unspoken rules and general vibe of the eyes wide shut styled bar. It was on a night like this that he happily courted through the various rooms until he found the bar. 

It was curious that there wasn’t a bartender, patrons simply selected a drink and enjoyed themselves. At the end of the month they’d discover a nameless bill stating that the money had been removed from their account or specified instructions on what to do in lieu of payment. Tom never had the guts to follow the request that stated to simply ‘enter the unmarked door at the back of room 1A.’ He may not have considered himself vanilla but kinky random sex with unnamed strangers in an establishment that seemed to exist outside of the realms of morality and reality was as far down the rabbit hole as he was willing to go. 

Speaking of rabbit holes, Tom was definitely enjoying the view as of late. The round of girls that had come by had increased and bunny girls seemed to be swarming en-masse. It wasn’t crowded but there was definitely enough selection to sate any palate. Sitting on a barstool with a casual fingertip rolling around the rim of her glass and listening to the smooth jazz that played overhead was a doggirl who seemed to be perched and waiting for a prospective suitor. Tom had learned to glance at the girl’s shoes, the color told of their interests in the evening from various kinks to species and preference. He’d always seen an outfit as a general sense but gazing at a girl’s dress for the evening told him everything he needed to know. He came across one girl who was sitting at the bar with an intoxicating get-up, his eyes found her shoes first, a bright ruby red. His brows lifted, she wanted it rough. 

The slick black vinyl skirt made him salivate, she was open for any kind of experience. 

His eyes quickly darted up and found her top that barely covered her breasts, that was interesting, she screened her partners by scent? 

The necklace that rest upon her chest definitely wasn’t standard but the bright blue coloration had him curious enough to slowly stalk his way towards her. 

The gold hoop earrings were his favorite, they said ‘Don’t pull out.’ 

Had it been his first time Tom would have been much more apprehensive about approaching a random woman and exposing himself to possible rejection, but this was different. Everyone in this private little club knew what they were looking for and while he still might be rejected the attempt would be respected. “So.” Tom said casually as he leaned beside her on the bar counter without much else to say, casual conversation was usually restricted to the back rooms after partners had decided for more intimate courtships. Her eyes simply glanced up towards him with a bored look on her face. “Right.”

He casually unbuckled his belt and in a moment those dark slacks revealed a thick plump pair of foxnuts with a slightly pink cocktip poking out from the sheath. The doggirl silently leaned her head forwards and cupped his sac and like a wine sommelier, Sherri breathed in the sweet masculine flavor of his cock and balls. Her eyes closed as she held it closer and even let her blue nose touch against his sac while her mouth opened to let her soft blue tongue extend, offering a little more tribute to his presentation. 

“Mmnnh.” He gave a sharp groan, he could feel the fur on his neck standing on end as her warm tongue trailed along his sac. The hot saliva spilling down his fur and seeping through to touch against his scrotal flesh which encouraged his bright pink cocktip to poke out and say hello to the eager bitch who teased at his masculine girth. 

By the way her tongue worked he could only guess that he was what she was looking for, and when his eyes peeked open to see her stroking against his shaft that continued to grow from his sheath he could feel a drip of pre-cum spill down the tip. “I think you’ll do.” She said softly as her tongue slowly rolled along his length, spilling and smearing plenty of drool across his full masted cock. He wasn’t sure what to do next but she seemed perfectly ready for the situation as she bent over the counter and lifted her tail with her hips slowly swinging back and forth. 

His eyes locked on her movements and caught the peek under the skirt and he felt his cock bulging even moreso when he noticed a distinct lack of panties and a glimpse of blue pussy slit between the darkness of her thighs. “Good to hear..” He muttered absent mindedly, more distracted by the sweet intoxicating scent of pussy and the pheromones that went with it. A bitch in heat was a prime treat and his body picked up on her flavor that made him brimming with sexual aura. His hands eagerly took hold of her hips and let himself press against her, smearing his saliva soaked cock against her pussy mound. His hips ground firmly against her pussy letting her feel the consequences of her diligent teasing. “Hfff..” 

He knew he shouldn’t do it, but the temptation was too sweet. Feeling her tremble against his girth filled him with pride and he wanted his ego stroked a little bit before giving in to her little stuck up demeanor of judging his cock. His body leaned forwards and his jaw came inches from her ear. His hot breath caressed along her cheek as he chose his words very carefully. “Beg for it.” His deep voice caused a tremor along her body and her fingertips clutched into the bar counter. His lips curled into a grin and he pushed his edge against her, mashing his cock against her pussy lips but letting it slide down and away rather than angling it inside. “Beg for it like a little bratty bitch in heat..” He could feel his own cock throbbing from the excitement. “Be a good little bitch, beg, otherwise I’ll just fuck another slut and you’ll be stuck here eager for any meager cock to fuck and fill you like a cheap cum dumpster.” 

Her cheeks flushed and she remained silent but her body was betraying her as his cock slid back and forth. “Well? What’s it gonna be..” His breath grew hotter and she could feel the moisture of his maw spilling along her neck. “Beg little bitch.” His clawtips sank into her hips and squeezed against her flesh while his cock pressed against her body and coaxed a small whimper from her as her cheeks blushed brighter. “Do it and I’ll fuck your pussy.. I’ll breed you like the little bitch in heat you are.”

Her heart skipped a beat and try as she might she bit down on her lower lip but his cock was teasing at her body rubbing against her mound and teasing her pussy to where it felt practically swollen! Her eyes squinted tightly as she seethed through her lips, his shaft was grinding against her clit and making her legs weak. “Fff..Ffuh.. Fine!” Sherri barked. “Fuck. .Fuck me! Please! Please fucking.. Just.. Just fuck me! Breed me! Don’t pull out! Stir your cock inside me and fill me up with your cum, just fucking please breed me!” Her cries of desperation would have made the music stop in any other club and brought the attention upon her, she could practically feel the judgmental eyes upon her and while there were eyes gazing at her they weren’t that of condemnation but jealousy. A single bunny girl held her lower lip between buck teeth and it slowly popped free as Sherri pressed her body back against Tom’s hips. “Please.. fuck me, breed me with your kits, I wanna be a knocked up bitch..”

That little display left him practically stunned for a moment, he wasn’t expecting that! Maybe just some cute wiggles and asking him to stick his cock in but this was beyond anything he had imagined. “Damn girl..” He swallowed hard. He couldn’t simply stand there dumbfounded, he had to deliver now! His hips rammed against her pussy, pushing inch after inch inside that moist wet twat that squished and accepted his cock so easily. It felt like a warm glove that squeezed upon his shaft as he sank himself inside. 

Her body quivered from his touch especially after his low growl echoed against the nape of her neck and her heart skipped a beat as he quickly pulled out. He hardly gave her a moment to acclimate to the length and girth of his cock before he started to pump his way inside. Firmly mashing his cock into her pussy while holding himself against her back and feeling her knees weaken with every clap of his hips against her plump asscheeks. He quickly pulled her weight into his grasp as he used the leverage of his hips to hold upon her legs that started to lift off the ground as he firmly bucked her into the counter.

There was something exhilarating about feeling weightless, and when his hips crammed into her body, shoving her forwards she could feel her toes lifting from the floor, dangling almost an inch off the ground as her legs bounced back and forth with his rhythm. “Hnnh.. Hahh. Ahh. Fuck.. yes!” She barked out her fingertips grasping onto the counter as her tube top clad breasts squished against the firm surface applying pressure to her body as his cock mashed into her twat from behind. 

It started out as a single leg that curled back and around his lower back, and then the second, crossing her ankles behind him as she moaned excitedly. He wasn’t particularly an exhibitionist but he had no qualms making a display of his virility, his fur was already bristling but his violet tail began to fluff as his hips bucked forwards with his body curling into her frame and ramming himself inside. Thrust after thrust of his hips pounded into her puffy swollen pussy that spilled strands of her nectar out from her cuntlips and were quickly flung aside and into the floor by the rapid pumping of his hips.

She could feel the tremors of pleasure rolling through her body as his cock rammed inside, the tip kissing at her cervix and the sheer power of his muscled thighs rocking the nerve endings all throughout her body. But he seemed to be able to go even faster, his teeth suddenly clamped down on the flesh of her shoulder as he picked up the pace and began rolling himself into a rut, Sherri’s eyes widened and slightly turned to look at him as his body pounded away at her pussy. His fat plump balls that had been worshipped and slobbered over by her tongue were now slapping against her pussy mound while the base of his swelling knot kissed her clit. “Hfff..!” Sherri whined, she could feel tears welling up at the corners of her eyes as she tried to brace herself but she suddenly felt asthmatic, like breathing was pinching at her lungs as pleasure raced through her body through her arteries. “Oh.. God.. Fuck!”

He pinched against her shoulder blades with his teeth, letting his saliva drool down her fur and dribble against her skin as he held tightly into her body. The coppery taste of blood touching against his tongue as he broke skin to keep her in place enough to make her yelp in conflicted pleasure as he put more faith in his Italian leather wingtips than any man in his position. Balanced on the balls of his footpaws with his heels slightly lifted off the floor he pounded into her body without any thought except his own selfish pleasures as he rut inside her. The lewd slaps of his cockmeat penetrating deep and eagerly cramming into her pussy for a brief moment before pulling out and diving back in a split second later. He was truly a lustful beast in that moment, sweat dripping down his brow as his heart raced, she wanted to be bred like a bitch? He was happy to oblige!

His hips pounded roughly and his knot was eager to fill inside, the doggirl’s legs tightening around his back and he could feel her heels pressing against his shirt from behind. He breathed deep, watching eagerly as her body bounced from his powerful thrusts. “I’m.. I’m gonnah..” He heaved and leaned himself forwards while his hips continued to rut against her soppy wet snatch. His knot began to inflate and he knew he had little time before it would be too late. 

“Fucking.. Do it!” She cried out and closed her eyes tightly as she felt his knot push inside, his thick bulbous meat suddenly stretching at her inner walls with the girth of his knot bloating inside. Her body seized up as pleasure began to overwhelm her senses, her toes scrunching tightly and her fingertips clutching into the bar counter, her tongue hanging out as she reveled in the bliss of his hot fox cum suddenly bursting inside of her body. She could feel the thick ropes smearing against the inner walls of her womb, pouring in with rope after rope of seemingly endless potent spunk satiating her warm depths with an even hotter dose of cum than the rope before. 

It took him a moment to catch his breath, his cock still sputtering ropes of cum as he slowly pulled back. His knot squished against her cuntlips and the girl let out a sharp bark as he pulled free with his still firm foxcock throbbing. “You good?” He said halfheartedly, as if he was simply making conversation as his cum oozed out from her messy blue lipped cunt. 

The nameless doggirl simply brushed her brunette tresses to the side as she looked back with her matching brown eyes and a satisfied grin. “Mhmm, pretty good I think.” She pulled herself closer to the bar and returned upon her seat with her legs still trembling. “But next time I think you should bring your girlfriend with you.” 

Tom was a little confused at first but she must have tasted Kay’s scent upon his nutsack. He chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Well maybe we’ll invite you for dinner next time, you sure know how to work up an appetite.”