psycho killer…

your dad coos as he gently pushes the fox tail plug into your ass. he caresses your leg, beginning to kiss up your back, eventually reaching your lips. he tugs the tail a couple times, laughing when you whine and squirm.

"my pretty fox, my good boy."

he mutters, standing up and unbuckling his belt, tying it around your hands. then he whistles, snapping and pointing to the spot right between his feet. before you can even process anything, your body moves on its own to comply, tucking your muzzle into his crotch. his hand pets the spot between the ears perched on your head, digging his nails into your scalp.