Chapter 9: 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.