Night Train to Remember
by @silentvalorAnna boarded the Helsinki-to-Kemijärvi night train first, giving him time to set the scene before Mochi slides in from Tampere—tall, fox-eared, and convinced he’s the one in charge. He learns otherwise when the lynx-featured femboy snaps the padded cuffs on and puts that oversized knot to work, deepthroating Mochi until he chokes, then filling his mouth completely so he swallows every drop before he’s allowed to come.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
anna
anna is a short, chubby femboy with lynx-like features — tufted ears, a stubby tail, and a soft, plush body that hides startling strength. He wears a black velvet dress with lace trim, thigh-high stockings, arm warmers, and a leather collar with a silver ring, his thick, knotting cock already straining against the fabric before the train even leaves Helsinki. His eyes are wide and deceptively innocent, but his smile sharpens when he sees Mochi, and he moves with the coiled patience of a predator who has already decided how the night will end.
Mochi
Mochi is a tall, larger-framed femboy with fox-like ears and a bushy tail, his soft belly and thick thighs squeezed into a pastel-pink dress that matches his arm warmers and thigh-highs. He boards at Tampere with a nervous, defensive tilt to his chin, his smaller knotted cock already half-hard from the hours of sexting, and his collar — a matching one to anna's — tucked into his bag, though he tells himself he won't wear it. His green eyes are sharp with feigned defiance, but his hands tremble when he sees anna waiting.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Cuffed and Claimed
I've got Mochi's wrists cuffed behind his back, the padded cuffs snug, and I clip the leash to the overhead rail, watching his fox ears flatten as his cheek hits the scratchy wool blanket. I settle my
Mouth Full of Lynx
I'm on my back, cuffed and leashed, dress ruined, and I'm still running my mouth — telling her I'll get her back, that I'm not her pet. She climbs up my body, knees on either side of my head, and I se
Dress Off, Knot Out
Anna pulls out of my mouth and sits back on my chest, breathing hard, her dress rucked up around her hips and her cock still slick with my spit. 'Eight hours,' she says, 'and I haven't even gotten thi
Eight Hours of Ideas
I sit back on my heels and reach into my bag, and I watch his green eyes track the movement — sharp, wary, still pretending he's the one in charge. The silicone cap clicks and his ears flick forward,
Knot First
I feel her hand slide down my belly, and then her fingers find me wet and open from earlier—she pushes two in, then three, working me loose while my tail curls around her wrist on its own. 'Please,' I