Roy felt giddy with excitement as he waited at the cafe table for his date. A part of him wondered if it was too good to be true, considering what he had already learned from her dating profile. The girl's name was Angelina, and she was a fox person, covered in luxurious, red fur from her pointed vulpine ears to her black-tinged toe tips. She had an immaculately groomed fluffy tail, a slender figure, and the cutest whiskered muzzle Roy had ever seen on an anthropomorphic woman. Even better, every photo of her oozed wealth and status, two things the lackadaisical weightlifter were sorely lacking.
As over an hour passed, and his fated Angelina did not materialize, Roy felt increasingly bitter about his chances. Why would somebody fuck with him like this? He'd already spent an unreasonable amount on snacks and drinks at the cafe just to keep his anxious mood even. He didn't need to meet the perfect rich girl, sure, but he felt being played liked this was just cruel. However, when an opulent limousine rolled up near the sidewalk cafe, Roy felt a flutter of hope rise in his heart.
Angelina was let out by her driver, and came traipsing out in a tense, rigid manner, tightly clutching a manicured poodle to her furry chest. The fox woman was wearing a high-fashion, but salaciously revealing, dress. The sequined outfit spiraled about her toned frame and barely concealed the extreme fringes of her midriff and other feminine assets. Her yellow eyes looked weary, and she shot Roy a glance like he was the one who'd been late.
As their small-talk evolved to idle chatter, Roy quickly learned that Angelina was a fascinating mixture of closed-off and insufferably prying. The tone and manner in which she questioned him reminded Roy of a bad job interview, and he felt alienated by some of the deeply personal questions she was asking. "You said you didn't have much money, is that because you lack ambition, or brains? Is it true what they say about gym people like you? Are you one of those shiftless lunks?" Angelina sniped at him, her poodle licking at her nape as if to comfort it's owner's irritation.
"I-I said I was focusing on personal development, I mean, I have some savings, okay? I'm not like...well anyway, I'm not stupid or anything!" Roy felt too caught up in the moment, and in the vixen's shining coat of fur, to realize how bizarre this first date was progressing. He noticed Angelina kept ordering cups of strong espresso, and her mood become more fiery the more coffee the tall fox woman drank.
"Alright, we're done here. Get in my limo," Angelina casually commanded, suddenly sitting up and fetching a wad of bills from her purse to leave on the table. Far more than was necessary, by Roy's reckoning, but he was too confused by his date's rapidly shifting attitude to pay much consideration to that. When her limousine promptly arrived just as she was ready, the driver lingered at the door after Angelina entered and beckoned Roy within. The confused man lingered for a moment, feeling strangely alienated by everything that had transpired so far, and somehow threatened by just how bizarre this rich fox woman was being. Sighing to himself, and trusting in his own capacity to defend himself, Roy crossed the Rubicon threshold of Angelina's car doorway.
The prim vixen sat opposite Roy with her poodle, an unreadable expression on her fluffy face. She was petting and fussing with her poodles outrageously extravagant little outfit, and spoke to him while doing so, "I've learned a lot of things about life quickly, Ray, and one of this is how important it is to get to the point." Roy thought about correcting her, but suddenly thought better of it. She spoke in a gruff, wizened tone beyond her years, "I've learned that it's pointless accumulating things after a certain point. The true value in wealth, is the ability to experience things. Do you like to experience things, human?"
Angelina's predatory eyes were boring into Roy as she asked him that, and the man puzzled with the riddling question for a moment. Unable to find any hidden meanings, Roy finally blurted out lamely, "Um, yeah, totally. I love experiencing things...like, new, interesting and enjoyable things." He felt good about clarifying that last bit, in case she was leading on to some extremely kinky shit that might be beyond his scope. As it turned out, he'd only underestimated the situation.
"I never named this dog, I just have it, like an object. I'm not mean to it, though, you've seen that. This dog lives a pampered, luxurious life, Roy. She eats better than you do currently, I guarantee it. What do you think about that?" there was a strange intensity to Angelina's voice as she spoke to the human man in front of her. Roy realized she was holding the poodle very tightly now, though the dog seemed happy and complacent in the moment.
It didn't take him long to figure out what Angelina was getting at, and if he was right, he might just be up for what she was laying down. Time would reveal he wasn't, but unknowing of this, he answered anyway, "I, ah, think that poodle's very lucky to be in your life, then. I think that I'd be very luck to be in your life, Angelina..." As he finished speaking, Roy leaned forward and tried to flash the vixen his best sexy pose, practiced endless in his bathroom mirror beforehand.
A twitching smile flashed across Angelina's black, fur-lined lips for a moment, flashing her sharp teeth and making her appear slightly crazed. Her expression calmed, and she stared at Roy intently with a piercing gaze, before calmly asking, "Roy, get over here and lick my dog's ass." Numerous expressions flashed and played across Roy's face in that moment, though he remained mostly silent. He thought about asking Angelina to repeat herself, but he had heard her plain enough. She gave him a wide-eyed, triumphant look as Roy grappled with what she just said, a look that informed Roy that she was fully aware of his alienation. "Do it, right now, or we park the car and I kick your ass to the curb."
Roy felt deeply ashamed of himself as he sidled up next to Angelina, trying to mentally prepare himself for what lay ahead. Her perfume was cloying at this distance, and the warmth of her proximity somehow steeled his nerve. She held the poodle up in her arms, it's front paws resting in the crook of her elbow as she raised the pampered canine's pom-pom tufted tail high, exposing the little bitch's privates to Roy's gaze. "Look, Angelina, I don't want to do this. Why are you asking me to? Please, can't we talk this out or something?" Roy pleaded with the woman to his left, but she just shot him a withering glare with her yellow eyes. He didn't know whether he could commit to defilement or not, suspecting it was just a mean trick or something from the brazen vixen.
But something in the haunted, feverish gaze of Angelina made him weak in the knees. He tried not to think about it, he just did it. Roy groaned in shame as he tried to block out the offensive tastes, smells and textures of the intimate experience with the poodle, closing his eyes as Angelina held her dog's backside down to his face. Roy could not see it, but Angelina had an absolutely crazed, leering expression on her muzzle as she stroked her dog's back and held its tail up for Roy. "That's it, good doggie. Nice and slow. Just a little bit longer, we're nearly at my home," Angelina extended an arm around Roy's back and stroked his back comfortingly with her paw-like hand, simultaneously keeping him close to her poodle's rump. Roy groaned into the confused dog's hindquarters as he licked about, aiming at nothing in particular, but encountering everything the female canine had to offer.
When the car stopped moving, Angelina allowed Roy to withdraw her face from the dog's rump. She unceremoniously heaved the poodle from her lap, and withdrew her arm from Roy's back, recollecting herself into a poised figure. As her driver slowly exited the vehicle, Angelina shot the despondent man a furtive glance, then rapidly leaned over for a series of pecking kisses. Roy didn't know how to react, and much of the romance of the gesture was lost on him after what he'd just experienced, but there was a strange tenderness to the way she suddenly flurried little smooches all across his sullied face. Just as quickly, she withdrew and her employee opened the door and led them out.
Roy whirled around, awestruck at the awesome estate his new 'girlfriend' apparently owned. It wasn't just a mansion, but a series of opulent buildings and rolling grounds to make most parks, and even botanical gardens, weep in envy. Angelina marched forward down an immaculately manicured pathway, her gait prissy, and slightly entranced. She appeared somewhere else at the moment, and ignored Roy's questions and comments regarding her holdings. She busily marched them straight towards a nearby complex of low halls, and Roy groaned as he heard the unmistakable nicker of a horse within.
After what he'd been subjected to in the car, Roy was deeply suspicious of Angelina as she busily lead him into her extravagant stable complex. A groomsman instantly attended to her presence, and silently lead them through the pens towards the very back of the facility, before leaving just as wordlessly. Finally, Angelina turned to Roy, and regarded his presence. Her tone was suddenly husky and emotional, "This is Clyde, he's one of my favorite horses...I do name my horses. I love horses, I'm kind of a horse girl..." Angelina suddenly looked down at her feet, which were covered in fluffy booties that must've cost a fortune. She had a pensive, drawn look to her face, as if struggling to find the words to continue.
Roy felt profoundly uncomfortable with the little fox woman in the stable. He didn't exactly feel threatened by her presence, but his intuition was blaring signals that there was something deeply wrong about Angelina. He never had the chance to be around fox people much but she just seemed...off. Her reactions weren't just jittery from coffee, she had strange tics and her stare would randomly become vacant. He saw her mouthing and murmuring words often, but she always spoke too softly to hear. A part of him just wanted to help her then and there, as he realized she wasn't even very old, and seemed lost in the eccentricity of her life and fortune.
She suddenly focused in on her horse, gesturing to the large, muscular beast calmly penned in the stable, his head pointed away from them and roped to the wall. When Angelina spoke next, Roy just groaned in apprehension, "I want to...I want to watch you fuck Clyde, Roy. Don't worry, he likes attention." As if to prove it, the vixen slide her small hand under the horse's luxurious tail and began tapping the top of the stallion's protruding, muscular anus. The black ring of muscle jiggled slightly under her finger, and visibly flexed in response to her caress, as Roy suddenly heard the horse whinny from ahead. "Look, if this is about him being a male horse, I understand, I have mares too, and you'll be meeting them, eventually...but first I want to see you with Clyde," Angelina added, thoughtfully.
"Angelina, Angelina sweetie. No, this is wrong. You...you're crazy or something. You shouldn't be doing things like this with people, at all, I mean. I'm not going to fuck your horse. I'm still willing to be your boyfriend, I guess but...you can't keep asking me to just, debase myself like this. I'm not into this kind of freaky shit, and even if you are...it's sick!" Roy felt a deep sense of vindication and relief as he expressed himself to the petite fox girl in the stable, his heart hammering with emotional intensity. Angelina just stared at him and blinked for a moment, her expression profoundly blank and empty.
Suddenly, she spoke in a quiet, even tone, "I'll give you $20,000 to fuck my horse, Roy. I don't care about what we do afterwards, but if you do that, I'll make it worth your while. Fucking Peasant." She spat on the floor for emphasis at these last words, her expression suddenly fuming and half-feral. Roy just stared at her with profound sadness in his eyes, trembling slightly as he thought about how strange the whole day had turned out.
"$40,000 dollars, and you have to PROMISE me there aren't any fucking...cameras or Nests or whatever gizmos your rich, fluffy ass can afford..." Roy suddenly said, almost surprising himself.
"Yeah, okay, whatever. There's a box in the corner, you'll need to stand on it...I'll keep you steady," Roy was a bit worried at how breathlessly Angelina said those last words, but he realized he was in too deep to back out now. After getting and elevated behind 'Clyde', Roy suddenly had to fight back an overwhelming sense of revulsion and trepidation, as the smell of warm horse wafted up to him. Angelina's voice spoke up from behind, steeped with surprising kindness, "It'll be okay. Just lift his tail up your chest, aim yourself forward, and take the plunge. You'll love it." The unnerved man nearly jumped off the box he was standing on, when Angelina reached around from behind and undid his pants, lowering them down with his underwear just as quickly. One of her hands fished out a bottle of sexual lubricant from behind, and she lathered it over her furred palms, creating a matted sheen that she rubbed over his penis lovingly.
Roy began to harden under Angelina's slick little paw-hands, and he realized this would be his best chance to...engage with the necessary task before him. He glanced down at the big horse's hindquarters again, taking measure of Clyde's tight, rubbery tailhole. With a sigh of determination, Roy thrust his hips forward, and began applying his tip towards the warm entrance before him. It was a surprising struggle gaining entrance, the horse was incredibly tight to Roy's entirely moderate girth, and even with the lubrication it took several tries before his tip implanted.
The bribed man gasped aloud at the sudden feeling of hot tightness enveloping his manhood, as the horse's sphincter clung tight around his slippery boner. Roy could barely contain himself as he drove forward, trying to ignore the lewd squishing noises that emanated from the clinging passage. The horse loudly whinnied at the sensation, but did not otherwise buck or kick as Roy wantonly mated with the beast's backdoor. Suddenly, an invasive feeling from behind nearly toppled ray from his perched stance, and he heaved over on the big stallion's haunches for support.
"Angelina, w-what the fuck? You've gotta warn me...What the hell are you doing back there?!" Roy was flabbergasted, as he looked back and saw the little vixen on her knees behind him, her snout firmly implanted up between his butt-cheeks as she lapped at him lovingly. She had a dreamy, vacant look in her lidded eyes, and did not regard Roy's inquiries, except by plunging her muzzle deeper towards his own anus. Roy was overcome with the simultaneous situations assaulting him, the tightness of the horses anus on his prick, and the probing tongue of the fox woman eating his ass out.
Despite never having experienced anything close to this unfathomably salacious scenario, Roy soon found his rhythm in the encounter, and rode between his two partners provocatively.