The Smell of Discrimination

So, I had known these guys before, right?

Used them a couple times to set up a few stunts here and there. Finding good personnell ain't easy these days, so when they came up to me sayin' they had a new guy in their little group, I wanted to see him personally. Dumb people are gonna fuck up the job, smart people are gonna backstab you, so I had to know what I was gettin' myself into.

Told them to come around to my hideout and bring said guy along so I could see what he was made of for myself.
Sometimes I've got some more unethical favors to ask from those that come to work for me the first time. Just to see what they're made of. Since I hadn't had a bath in... well actually I don't even know how long, I figured that'd be their first job. Actually one of the easier tasks, considering what I had some people do for me in the past. And I wasn't even planning to have him do something too disgusting! Between chewing out my socks and lickin' my sweaty balls clean, I'd honestly say there's quite a bit of a difference in terms of difficulty. Or well, control over your gag reflex. One or the other.

When I saw who or rather what they dragged into my hideout though, I dropped my hopes of getting a tongue-bath that day. Look, my experience with foxes hasn't really ever been a very positive one. In fact, I'd argue I've got a problem with a handful of species and I never really make that a secret. So when the guys came in alongside their new fox friend, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and ask them what they thought they were doin' here. It's not like they didn't know my... 'preferences', when it comes to the people I work with. At first, my soon-to-be foxy friend didn't quite understand why I was acting the way I was, until he finally understood that it was him who I had a problem with.

You can imagine that didn't exactly help with him being compliant. Judging folks before knowing them, all that sorta stuff that gets 'em riled up. Well, at first he was compliant. Had of course asked him to come a little closer - the other guys were smart enough to stay behind. I reckon 'cause they knew what was coming. Said fox knew, also. Could tell by the way his nostrils were flarin' up. Oh yeah.
» Alright fox, here's the deal. You clean me up with your tongue, you make bank. You refuse and our.. call it 'cooperation' ends here. What do you say? « - that's what I told him, getting a hold of my pants and underwear, pulling both down right in front of him, still sitting on my chair.
Oh how wide his eyes went. Yeah, he didn't exactly expect a move like that.

What he also didn't expect was the plume of musk wafting up to his little nose just moments after. I knew he was bothered by my smell before, acting unphased about it. This time around, he seemed quite offended though. I hear foxes are supposed to have a pretty good sense of smell, so who knows how hard it actually hit him. It sure made him speechless.
» What? Don't tell me you don't like my scent. Or are you yet another one of those proud foxes who think they're too good to do some dirty work for me? Just open up that cute little mouth and have a taste. «, I said winking at him. Though the look in his face told me all I needed to know.

The other ones kinda just looked off to the side when he said it: » Check this out guys! It's the stench of discrimination... «
Mhm, not only had he screwed himself, he's just gone and given the others a ton of work that I would be getting for free. Bringing in someone as... unqualified as him would have its consequences. Maybe he had expected the other guys to step in and say something to help him out, but unfortunately for him, that wasn't happening. Perhaps he overestimated the loyalty of his 'friends', or maybe he just didn't know who I was. Either way, I knew everything I had to know.

» Hm. Just about what I expected from a fox. Waddle out of here then and don't even think about crossing paths with me again... «
He only shook his head and scoffed as he turned around and started to walk toward the door again. I pulled my pants back up, and that would've been the end of it.

Had he not been a fox.

Naturally I pulled out that trusty Mouser that had been the demise of another fox and so many others before. His 'friends' saw, of course. Sighing and closing their eyes, they got ready for what was about to happen. The fox stood still as he noticed their reactions. Of course he didn't see what was goin' on behind him. Hah, he turned around just in time to see me shoot him into the shoulder.
For a moment he stood completely still, eyes as wide as they could be, while I grinned back at him.
Not quite grasping what just happened, he reached for his shoulder. But when he didn't feel any blood pouring out of it, let alone a bullet wound or anything of the sort, but instead a dart that's injected him with something still sticking in there, he stumbled backward, letting out a confused » W-what..?! «, before pulling it out.

With quite a vicious look in his eyes, he stood there, as I got up from my armchair and walked in front of my desk.
Oh yeah, his blood was absolutely boiling. But before he could voice his anger or start charging at me, do anything of the sort, his world was already getting bigger and bigger. Or that's what it must've looked like to him, cause in front of me, the guy was getting smaller and smaller. The other guys stood there in disbelief as the fox was soon barely the size of my finger.
» You can get him back tomorrow. And make sure you're on an empty stomach when you do... « I told them, notioning them to get lost. Didn't have to tell them twice of course. And even though they didn't know what I had in mind for the fox, they sure as hell didn't wanna find out.

As for my new acquaintance.. well, I got a hold of him, pinching the scruff of his fur to lift him up to eye level. Man, all that pride from a few moments earlier gone, his eyes darting left and right, yelling something about sorry and letting him go. Yada yada. Scaredy little shits. Good thing he'll be gone soon.

» Shut up. You had your chance. « He looks at me with pleading eyes.

I turned around and threw him onto my desk before I opened a drawer with a little wooden box inside of it. This was gonna be fun. My little bug-sized friend was of course trying to run now. Of course he wouldn't be getting anywhere. Even a fox wouldn't be stupid enough to jump to its own death. Nah, nah. With one hand, I got a hold of the box. The other one I formed to a fist and slammed down onto the table, making its surface shake hard enough to have him trip and fall flat on his face, giving me just enough time to put that box down properly and get another hold of him.

» Y'know, normally you'd be going in there... « I said, pointing at the box. » But since you were so keen on smelling more of me... « I continued, chuckling. Still holding him in my hand, I took off the lid of that box, finally revealing its contents.
Trapped inside there were something like 5 other bugs, just like him. Yeah, sometimes I keep 'em around if I'm not sure what to do with 'em. The look on their eyes was the same as the fox's in my hand. Yeah, the ones that had been in there for a while knew the routine. Once that box opens up, one of who's kept inside doesn't return. Usually. But today I already had my plaything selected.

Nevertheless, I'd give the other ones a show they were gonna enjoy. So I 'helped' them out by turning the box upside down.
» And if one of you little maggots even thinks about squirming away, I'll do to you what this fox 'ere is gonna experience in a minute. Maybe you should be thankful that he came around, actually. « I told 'em, finally able to pull my pants and underwear down, letting my sweaty balls drop onto the tabletop.

» Let's see how much you'll like that stench. «

Ah yeah, the scent of unwashed groin wafting up my nose. Pulling back my foreskin for even a second released so much trapped stank, it honestly surprised me. How long have I gone without doing this? Phew. At least I knew that fox was having the worst time of his life as I pushed him against the tip of my dick, holding him there as I let my foreskin slowly engulf him.
By the reaction of my insect-sized audience, even they thought this was too harsh of a fate. Eh, they're lucky enough not to have ended up like him. Getting a whiff of my crotch is already more than they could've hope for.

Feeling them fight and struggle never gets old. It's like micros know exactly where to press, be it my glans or the foreskin, to get me riled up and stifle a moan as I bite my lip. Foxes even more so, being the prideful little shits they are, they fight with even more vigor than most. Usually my victims realize how futile it is to fight early on, or get too disgusted by my stank to even do so. But not foxes, oh no. They even use their claws and teeth to try get any damage done to fetch them out. Fuckers don't even realize how much better they make it for me.

I grab my cock, not that I need to push him any further. His struggling only got him deeper into the shit anyways. But I'm too horny not to. Gripping it in my hand, I use my thumb to feel that stupid fox in there, sliding around somewhere between my foreskin and glans. Oh, he hates it, trying to claw through the foreskin and onto my thumb. I use it to push his head right onto my dick, slow but with unyielding force.

Oh, he fucking hates it. By his reaction, I know I got dipped his muzzle right into some home-made cheese. His struggling became erratic, just kicking his legs randomly while his hands are in front of him, clawing at something, trying to push himself back. Hnng... this is what your kind deserves: to huff and eat my rancid cheese.
» Shouldn't be this pouty, foxy. You'll make a great addition to that stuff soon enough. «

And with that, I checked up on my audience. Frozen, having to look at the futile struggle of that fox. I couldn't help but grin as they stared back at me with terror in their eyes. They should've known better than to fuck with me.

Yeah, I really don't give foxes an easy time, do I.