Roscoe’s Big Fix

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Wanted!

Do you have the balls to take a vixen and make her quiver? No, for real now. If you think you’re stud enough, a big, strong, dominant male only, please apply for a night of fun and good company with yours truly!

Along with the advert were included several particularly scandalous pictures of Roscoe, the red-furred vixen resplendent in auburn shades, the tip of her tail white and her hair cascading in a straight, polished fall to her upper back and shoulder blades. She’d not been shy at all when taking the photos and while the fox had her choice of sex partners, she just hadn’t found the one that could really scratch that particular itch of hers.

“Oooh…”

Her tail wagged as she perched, naked, before the computer, a grin stretching her lips wide. The one thing that guys were especially good for, even more than usual, was sending dick pictures, letting her choose, though it was hard to tell from just a close-up shot how studly the guy behind the cock was. And Roscoe wanted more than just a cock that would stretch her out and make her feel full, no — she wanted a brute of a dominant who would pin her down and fuck her until she well and truly had had her fill and then some.

A vixen like her, after all, had needs… And who would she have been to not see to herself that they were sated?

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Friday night, however, rolled around with her “date” at the door, the vixen dolled up in a babydoll and lacey thong that showed off her body, though the brassiere part of the babydoll was thicker, hiding her nipples. Roscoe, after all, had to have a touch of a tease about the outfit, the cream of her belly showing through where the fabric was thinner, sheerer.

When the bell rang, snowflakes drifted behind her suitor, the one that she had chosen from so many applications, snow piling on the step outside. When faced with an impossibly wide chase, her lower jaw fell ever so slightly slack, her gaze travelling up and up and up to Theo’s face, a smirk behind his large, curved tusks.

“Whoa…”

She grinned, tail wagging and lifting, stirring up the back of the babydoll as it floated around her mid-thighs. The elephant towered over her, trunk curling back and forth softly as if it was restless, never quite still, though he stepped inside with a pleased murmur, accepting her invitation into her home. A good two feet taller than her, she quailed a little before him, weak at the knees. Photos clearly had not shown her just how tall the elephant was, broad across the shoulders too as if he was a football escort izmir player…or something.

She really could care less what he did, what he liked. All she cared about, right there and then, was that he fucked her.

A little wine, a little small talk, a little cuddling… A lot of flirting. Oh, they knew the ins and outs of one another, to the extent that they needed, in no time at all and she might have said that Theo was quite the conversationalist, praising her, if she had not been so enamoured with his paw between her thighs.

“Oh, Theo…”

Roscoe moaned and bucked her hips, straddling his wide lap, his thick legs like tree trunks, heart all aflutter, swooning before him. The elephant grunted softly, a smirk in his eyes, caressing her face with his trunk even as he whispered sweetness to her, their drinks set aside. They had the main course to enjoy, after all…

“You’re beautiful…” He groaned, pressing in close, fingers finding her sex, tugging her thong aside to slip one thick digit inside her hot entrance. “You’re going to look even hotter stretched around my cock, aren’t you, you needy little vixen?”

He pushed her limits and she all but collapsed into his arms, allowing him to lie her back on the sofa, panting and dishevelled, watching Theo from half-lidded eyes as he undressed.

Yet Roscoe’s jaw fully dropped when the throbbing length of his cock was revealed, the smooth, grey skin pulling from the wrinkles as it firmed up to its full length, a beast of a cock that she could not have anticipated! It was huge, so thick around that she very much doubted that even two of her paws, together, could have wrapped all the way around, pre-cum already bubbling from the tip as if that very dick knew what it was there for. Her body was there to please, to serve, and she whimpered plaintively, drawing her hands up to her chest, though her legs remained stretched.

“Oh, fuck…” She moaned, eyes wide, enraptured, wetter than ever. “You’re huge… How are you ever…going to fit?”

She panted, squirming, the elephant slipping off her thong, pushing her babydoll up to her midriff. His skilled fingers found her pussy once more, stroking and teasing, slipping back and forth in the wet slick of her folds, circling her clit. The vixen wriggled back against him, grunting, whining, heart pounding while she ached to be taken.

“Oh, I seem to have a talent for making big things fit in little ladies…” He all but purred, holding her close, her body arching up to meet him eagerly. “Come to the edge… Spread your legs now, there’s a good vixen.”

He spoke confidently, as if there was no question as to her obeying him, and that was hotter than Roscoe would have admitted, wanting it all. She’d not been as submissive as she’d been with Theo for a long time, but those flutters of a pull towing her down before him had her whimpering, grasping for him, wanting it even more.

“Lube,” she whispered, her legs escort izmir wrapped up around his hips as he knelt, at the perfect height to fuck her with her buttocks dragged to the edge of the sofa cushion. “On the side…”

He slathered his thick, throbbing length with a considerable helping, the flesh gleaming enticingly, and Roscoe’s head fell back, despite her intimidation. He was so big, so huge, the elephant so dominant that she didn’t want to say no — but how was he going to get that entire beast inside her?

It was not up to the fox, however, not as he held her tightly, firmly, giving her something to lean into in the heat of the moment, some security while his cock eased, slowly, into her. The thick head was the biggest strain, pulling her folds wide, the lube helping him along as she grunted and groaned, clinging to him.

“Oh… Oh, it’s not going to fit!”

Worry claimed her, though the fox needn’t have allowed it, not as Theo rumbled soothingly to her, a careful, caring dominant despite his size.

“Relax, little fox… You’re going to have the ride of your fucking life…”

She trusted him, had to trust him, trusted Theo without even knowing why. All Roscoe knew was the incredible strain, the stretch, the need pulsing through her, her pussy tighter than ever even as she was forced to take him, inch after fat, slick inch pushing inside. Her juices and the cool lubricant squelched around his cock as he bore into her, drawing back only to thrust a little deeper, opening her up bit by bit.

There was no rush, but there was a need, the elephant grunting, holding her by the shoulders, her torso half propped up against the back of the sofa. Though she was slumped down, Roscoe was entirely under Theo’s control as she moaned his name, losing herself, his cock leaving a large bulge showing through her lower abdomen, in testament to his size. She brushed her fingers over it, however they trembled, grunting softly in the back of her throat.

“Ohhhh… Oh, you fit… Oh…” Her head swam, rolling back, baring her throat in an even more obvious expression of submissiveness. “Please… Fuck me!”

She demanded it, locking her gaze with his, though Theo rumbled, trunk stroking and playing with her hair as he thrust, bringing stars to her eyes. Roscoe was not aware of getting close to orgasm, though she did know climax as ecstasy erupted, fuelled by the forceful grind of his cock deep inside her, forcing her body to make room for it. It burrowed deeper into her cunt than any other dick ever had, her body aching for it, trying to rock up, though in such a position not even Roscoe had the energy in her to try.

But it felt good, better than good, amazing. She craved it, yearned for it, pressing her paw over the bulge at her lower abdomen, feeling the progress of his cock, burrowing impossibly deep into her. she didn’t know how it was possible for him to actually fuck her with a monster of a cock like that but she didn’t care, not one little bit. Not as he fucked her, the undulation playing out in the rise and fall of orgasm, leaving the fox unsure where one climax ended and the next began.

“Mmmph…” Theo grunted, his ropey, short tail thwapping his hind end. “Such a needy vixen… Cum on my big dick again, beautiful.”

She moaned and held onto his thick arms, the muscle in them contracting as he braced himself over her, on the back of the sofa. The abused piece of furniture creaked with every thrust, though she would find herself fortunate that it did not give out, her pussy closing around his cock with a slurp as even more of him slipped into her. Nearly at the base, she howled out through yet another climax, not able to control herself and not wanting to either, giving away every drop of control that had been present to the dominating might of the elephant.

He could have her, take her, stretch her out to impossible lengths with the meat of his dick, sending her to high after high. All that mattered was pleasure, wave after wave shared between them, as Theo grunted and huffed, warm breath spilling from his trunk as he held her tightly, gripping her shoulder with the flexible length.

“Unff… Getting close…foxie…”

She moaned for him, lost for words, spellbound in the moment as he slammed in, fucking her like a beast possessed, a dominant who accepted the control given to them and knew exactly what to do with it. He was not just a stud with a big cock but a dom who knew how to bring her to her knees, each stroke of his fuck-meat overpowering her in the best of ways.

She didn’t have to think when he fucked her, taking her roughly, crudely, trusting her and her body to be able to take every stroke of his, every pounding drive. His glutes tensed, putting more power into his thrusts at the crux of the moment, the dim evening lighting of her living room casting shadows across the elephant’s form. Yet Roscoe would always exult and remember how he trumpeted with his release, every pulse of his dick deep inside her something that she felt in intimate detail.

It pulsed and throbbed as if it was going to stretch her out beyond her capabilities, aching deep, straining through her, though she took it, cum bubbling and squelching out of her cunt around his thickness. It had nowhere to go, though some was pushed up into her womb, forced there through even the narrow neck of her innermost barrier, her head rolling back, helpless in his paws, her lower stomach bloating.

“Ohhhh, god…”

She might have fainted, but Roscoe came around in his arms, the elephant crooning to her, teasing her hair softly with his trunk, stroking down her shoulders, the side of her face, her neck.

“Such a pretty vixen… All stretched out on my cock.”

Roscoe shivered, his dick still mostly hard inside her. With her tongue lolling out, she strained to give a teasing lap to a tusk, tail wagging tiredly.

“Oh, you didn’t think you were getting away with just one round now, did you?”

She’d make use of her stud now that she had a cock that she could talk about for months!

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