"I already know."

"Geeze, Pa, most of my friends got their femboys a year ago. I know everything already. Now gimme that leash!" You jump, snatching the end of the leash out of his hand and land with a thump loud enough to rattle the windows. Running down the hall, you drag your foxboy behind you, the clumsy creature stumbling and nearly falling more than once.

You race into your room and shut the door, giving your new pet a shove. He falls onto the rumpled furs on your bed, his bushy red tail waving in the air as his legs kick, trying to get his feet under him. You shove your buckskin breeches down, your thick orc cock springing free as it swells to its full and impressive length. Leash in one hand, you stroke your meat with the other as you step toward the bed.

"Mmmf mrrmff mm rrmmmf!" the foxboy growls around the rag in his mouth.

You hesitate. "What?"

"Mmmf mrrmff mm rrmmmf!" he growls again, giving his head a shake, but the rag remains firmly wedged inside him mouth.