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Tredain the White Fox Aug 27, 2025

https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/6428262
The first one I did. No sex in this, just some.. intense feelings. Inspired by uh, a few wolves I know/like >>;
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Tredain: Passion - 1

I want him to bite me. He's standing before me and I have to look up at him and it's the only thing I can think of. He doesn't want sex. He just isn't interested in it. And yet here he was, mostly naked in front of me. I felt a bit selfish. I didn't want him to do something just for my needs. But then, I just wanted him to bite me.I reach a paw up slowly, looking up to his eyes. He actually glances away. I don't think he means disapproval, exactly, as much as he's.. bashful? About his body. About the scars.I reach to his chest and trace one long scar that goes from his sternum down to his side. There's no fur on it. The pale pink flesh stands out against his soft fur. Maybe not ashamed, but not proud of them either. I let both hands settle against his chest and slide my palms over his pecs in slow circles. He draws in a slow breath and I can see he's watching me. My fingers trace lower, running over the puckered flesh, finding big and small scars as I brush through his fur. He's slim but muscular. I can feel the strength with every little shift and twitch of his body under my fingers. He could probably pick me up and toss me. Or pick me up and maul me. My tail flicks at the thought.But I continue to slowly massage over him. It feels nice. I can hear his breathing, still watching me. He seems a little curious, or maybe bemused. Maybe both. I feel up his shoulders and then down his arms, letting my thumbs stroke at his biceps. I catch a little smirk as he squeezes he fists and gives a slight flex to let me feel things tighten up. I let my palms press in and stroke along them."Turn around," he growls in a low voice. My ears perk. I obey without hesitation and turn around, leaving me facing the bed. He takes a step closer behind me. I straighten up a little when I feel the first couple claws on my back. I shiver a little as they explore. His fingers run down my spine, then move to squeeze my lovehandles.His snout moves closer. I can feel his breath against my neck. I turn my head and expose my neck for him. My whole body shivers as his cold nose taps against it. He brushes his snout up and down my neck, sniffing lightly at the crook of my shoulder. His tongue brushes it lightly. Can he sense what I want? I settle back against him until I'm pressed to his chest. His wide paws wander along my sides and over my stomach. He gives another squeeze."You're comfortable," he says into my ear. His arms squeeze around me and he pulls us down into the bed. We sink against the pile of blankets and pillows but he keeps himself pressed against me. Little spoon. His tail flops over my hip.His teeth find my shoulder. I let out a gasp. I stiffen. He pauses."Harder," I manage to say in a breathy whisper. A low, rumbling growl rises out of his throat and vibrates along my neck. His mouth moves higher. Right at the crook of my neck and shoulder. He growls again as he bites. A snarl even. His paws curl against my chest and hold me close. I feel the weight of his head against mine, the strength in those arms and the soft warmth of his body pressed to mine. His teeth dig in harder and I let out a moan.We stay like that, curled together. I feel his soft, steady breathing against my neck, a couple dozen pin pricks against my flesh. I don't move. Don't want to. I'm comfortable, he said. I think we fall asleep, content.

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Tredain the White Fox Aug 27, 2025

https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/6538778
Jump scare, I did some more writing.
M/M, domination/submission, oral, Fox and doberman. A series of self indulgent scenes I've been wanting to do lately. Inspired by an image a friend did, I'll post that another time.
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Tredain: Passion - 3 (Service)

He wants control. I want to give up control. It's an easy relationship. It's a little more than that of course. It's a game, it has rules, expectations, rewards, punishments, and payoffs. I like to think I'm good at playing it.Before he even enters the room I'm standing at attention. I think little details are important, whether or not they're noticed, they do matter. I'm beside the bed with my hands behind my back, my back straight and shoulders squared. I face forward and don't look at him immediately as he enters the room.He stalks in in his leathers. They hug against his athletic body and the shiny black contrasts against his fur in the most wonderful ways that draws your eyes all over him. I keep my face forward, but I can't help a couple excited flicks of my tail as he approaches.It isn't just he wants to be in control. He wants Authority. Respect. He wants to be served. Which is exactly what I want to do. He eyes me over. This is all part of the game. Almost ritualistic in a sense. I have nothing on but my collar tonight. He rarely demands anything of what to make me wear, even as I've offered. He seems to like to give me the freedom to choose as I please, I think he likes the surprise from time to time. Sometimes I've matched him in gear: hat, harness, thong, mitts. Sometimes a plug. I go with whatever fits my mood and how committed I feel like being. He seems to like it without making much about it. He reaches a paw out and hooks one blunt claw into the D-ring on my collar for a leash. A little tug brings me a step closer and I can feel his warmth breath wash over my face as I come eye to nose with him. He's taller than I am. I look up into amber eyes and he smirks, his finger still crooked through the ring."Hello pup," he says, his voice rich and deep. It took him a while to find the right word he wanted for me. Slave was a little more intense than he wanted. This was casual fun, as seriously as we took the game. Toy felt a little too objectifying. I wasn't just a thing to be used. He valued my service, my loyalty, my obedience. Hearing the word roll off his tongue still sends a shiver down my spine. "Hello Sir," I answer, as always. He tugs my collar again and I have to lean up to meet his narrow muzzle. Our lips press together and I let myself lean against his hard body. He feels so warm. Even when we're not playing seriously he likes to cuddle. It feels nice rubbing against his muscles, he loves running his paws over my belly and through my fur. He always tells me how soft it is. It's nice just nuzzling at his chest. He breaks the kiss and slips his finger free of the collar. "Down," he orders. I get down to my knees, which brings my head about hip height with him. Like his snout, when I'm like this his groin is just above me. It's a nice view, I like having to look up to a guy. Even soft, his cock is impressive. It droops down over his nuts like a windsock. "No hands," he says. I tuck my paws into my lap and lean in close. I'm not allowed to put it in my mouth either, but that's unspoken. When he wants it sucked or licked on, he'll say. I lean my head up so my snout presses into his pubes. He's meticulously groomed. No wild bush, trimmed down but still plenty to sink a nose into. He's washed, scrubbed. He's let me at him after just coming off a shift at the bar and it wasn't bad, I can appreciate a good sweat. But I like him like this. I let my nose stroke over his pubes and trace along the base of his cock. If I let myself I could just fawn over his dick all night. He's let me too. I don't even have to look at it to see it in my mind's eye. I know every inch of it, every throbbing vein, the plump purple tip, and just how delightfully long it gets. It's an effort to deep throat him but he's gentle. But I like to take my time and give attention to every bit of him. I kiss the base of his cock before I let my whiskers stroke down the side of the shaft. I keep my lips pressed along his groin until I feel the velvety texture of his balls. They look kind of leathery, but the peach fuzz along them is very fine. I kiss one nut and dig my snout along its side. My tongue brushes the sac and behind it. I have to set my hands to my knees. It's too easy to get into it and just lose concentration. The rules matter. The orders matter. Obedience matters. I peck his cock and I can feel it's starting to firm and rise. He loves his nuts played with. I turned my head and go under his groin. It isn't hard the way he towers over me. My cool black nose presses into his balls, right in between them, and his whole length goes over my eyes. I can feel the heat coming off of his cock and the occasional pulse of his heart through it. It's a heavenly feeling. I kiss against his sac a few times, pressing to each nut, pressing between them, then sliding my tongue over the both of them. I close my eyes so I can focus on the sensations. He's getting hard against my face. His cock raises up, poking between my eyes then going up my forehead as it rises under its own power. I keep slathering his balls before I start to kiss the underside of his shaft. I move my paws to behind my back. Sometimes he likes that pose, he's cuffed me in it a few times. I draw my lips along the length. I feel his precum against my cheek and whiskers before it touches my mouth. He's a very prolific dribbler. When he's really excited he can just drool a little puddle from his hard cock, doing that spider silk thread to the floor thing. He's made me lick it all up a couple times. Well, only once off the carpet. That didn't work out so well. He grips himself at the root and taps it over my nose and whiskers. My tail thumps at the floor. It always drives me wild feeling it, just feeling how hard he is and the meaty smack of it against me. He pulls it away and I open my eyes to see it hanging over me, his hips pushing up to press his nuts against my snout again. I bury myself into his groin, nuzzling and rubbing his balls with my face. He gives a low growl of approval and taps his cock against my forehead to leave a couple damp pre spots. He steps away and steps over to the armchair. His firm body sinks into it and he spreads his legs, letting his hard cock flop back against his belly. He beckons with one finger, then points to the floor. I crawl forward on my hands and knees over to it. He wiggles his hard cock at me, then points down again with his free paw and raises his bare feet. Neither of us is much of a paw person. We did try a foot job thing once and it's kind of easy with the size of his dick but it didn't do much for either of us. But it isn't the attraction to them that matters. It's the service, and he wants to be obeyed. I go from my knees down onto all fours and then dip my head down. His blunt nails are will trimmed. I know he jogs regularly but his paws are soft to the touch, no callouses. I'm pretty sure he occasionally gets pedicures at one of the local salons. 'Treat yourself' he says. I do, in my own ways. I kiss the top of each of his feet. He settles back into the chair and raises his feet up onto his heels. I don't look up but I know he's slowly stroking himself as I hear the soft, steady 'slck' as he smears his own precum over his length. I turn my head and kiss at the arch of his right paw. I snake my tongue out and lick against the sole of his foot a few times. It's soft and smooth and warm to the touch. He lifts it a little higher to let me lick all over the underside, going from his heel to the balls of his feet and under his toes. I kiss his toes and polish his blunt claws. We don't talk. We don't need to. He's being serviced, I am serving. We're both enjoying ourselves. He sets his foot down and offers me the other one. I work it as thoroughly, even kissing over each toe. He sets them both down then orders me with 'up'. I raise back onto my knees and he gently pats his thighs. I settle my paws over them, giving a slight squeeze to his muscles. I stare into his lap and the throbbing length of his cock. The veins are standing out and the blunt head is dribbling. It makes the meat glisten as the pre catches the light. He presses his thumb to the base of his cock and angles the whole thing toward me. "Suck," he commands. I lean in slowly, my eyes staying locked to his, and open my mouth. The blunt head presses to my tongue and the smile widens on his muzzle. He leans his back against the chair and closes his eyes. I lower mine to his groin, staring down the length of his pole, and squeeze his thighs again. I push myself forward and let the tip drag over my tongue. It presses to the back of my throat and I push further. He lets out a low groan as I swallow the length. I can't always get the whole thing in, as much as I like the feel of my nose in his pubes and his nuts against my chin, it is a bit of effort to do it. I stroke my mouth up and down his shaft, letting the head pop down my throat a few times. I press my tongue against it to feel the girth. I squish it pleasantly against the roof of my muzzle. His paw cups under my jaw and very gently pulls me free. His wet cock slips out but not without a soft *pop* as I try to keep sucking on it. I keep my eyes on it, the big tip and the dark slit. He holds me with his paw and resumes stroking himself in the other. Long, steady strokes, then rapidly working over his tip and just the first few inches. He's not very vocal about his orgasms. Just a few grunts, but his dick does more than enough 'talking'. He grits his teeth and tenses up bodily before the long cock swells in his grip and the first spurt of creamy white cum splatters over my face. I close my eyes and lean into it to feel every wet splash as rope after rope of it coats my muzzle and oozes into my fur. I know he's done when I hear a heavy snort of breath through his nose and I can feel his body settle back against the chair. I blink my eyes open, careful to not let the dripping goo into them. He smiles down at me and taps his cock against my nose, saying 'boop'. I take a deep, satisfied breath of my own and press my sticky face into his lap. My chin rests against his nuts as he lets his swollen shaft lay over my face as it throbs and starts to soften."I could use a shower. Maybe we can rinse you off too," he teases. It wouldn't be the first time I'd be left outside the shower after undressing him and stuck with his cum drying on me the rest of the night. He taps my shoulder for me to rise, so I stand and step out of his way. He smirks down to me, then hooks his finger through the loop in my collar and I follow along to the bathroom. It's a fun game. He commands, and I obey. We both enjoy ourselves.

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