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Mason set out a large blanket and stuck a beach umbrella into the sand where he had found a spot on the beach to relax. It had been an unbearably long week at the station, and Officer Mason was looking forward to this day off he had. He was going to do nothing but relax and enjoy a day at the beach. Get some fresh sea air, have some homemade sandwiches and maybe a few beers and check out some eye candy in tight beachwear. He had a few books he had been meaning to read as well in his basket, and a pair of dark sunglasses just in case it was too bright.

"Alright," He said to himself, adjusting the string on his beach shorts and tugging some on his tank top "Time to recreate."

The large and furry arctic fox sat down on the blanket and laid back on it, feeling the nice warmth of the sand under it. He stretched his arms out and kept his neck craned up, checking out some of the other guys, seeing a few with surfboards, a few others with families and kids, and one off in the distance having pulled out an entire barbecue grill to make some burgers and hot dogs. It looked like a scene of pure relaxation here.

Mason enjoyed the view for a bit longer before laying his head back down and just enjoyed some sun and shade under his umbrella. He gave out another sigh of relaxation. However, after only a few minutes had passed, there were suddenly a pair of shadows looming over his face. The arctic fox frowned and lowered his sunglasses.

There were two punks looking over him, a wolf and a coyote. The tips of their fur were dyed a puke green and they had fashioned their head fur into ugly faux mohawks. He wasn't going to give them much time of the day, until he suddenly had a sudden rush of sand kicked into his face. Mason spit for a bit before his umbrella fell over, a soccer ball kicked into it.

"Hey old man, you're in our way." The coyote said as his umbrella fell over.

"You're right in the middle of our play field." The wolf added, getting the ball and kicking over his basket.

"This is a public beach, go find some other place to kick around." Mason snapped back at them, wiping the sand off of his face and picking up what had been knocked over.

"Whatever old man." The yote said, and the wolf and he withdrew for a moment.

Mason grumbled, but was just going to try and put it out of mind. It was a big beach, he didn't need to pay some punks any more of his time than he bare minimum.

"Still though," he thought, "If I was back in the academy, I wouldn't mind giving them my two footer."

They weren't bad looking, but the personality they had was off-putting. In his younger years, when looking for just a quick fuck though? He would have them bent over a stool any day of the week.

Mason fixed up his little spot on the beach back to where it had been and got the blanket. He shook out some of the sand that had gotten on it before putting it back down and getting his basket next to him again. Nothing was damaged in it. A little kicked-around, but nothing worse for the wear.

"Okay, take two." The arctic fox thought to himself, scratching along his chest fur before getting back down and trying to enjoy some more time in the sun.

Though, the beach was not as relaxing as it was. His ears were twitching, as nearby, he could still hear those two punks. They were shouting and cursing at each other loudly. It was somewhat jovial, but they were way too close to him to really relax. A frown crossed his muzzle, and he turned on the blanket.

"You two mind toning it down some?" He shouted to the two ball players, who seemed to be getting closer to him as they kicked around.

"It's a public beach, go find some other place to lay down." The wolf said back, in a highly mocking tone, almost repeating what he said to them.

Mason growled under his breath. "Damn punks."

Still, he had a good spot, and he could outlast them. He was way more patient than they were. He'd stay right here and just try to ignore them. He turned away from them and went back into his basket. He pulled out the book he had been meaning to read. He had dog-earred a page on it to remind him of the place he had been and went back to lay down, flipping through the pages slowly.

His ear still was twitching as he heard the two of them continue to loudly play and curse near him, but he was now doing his damndest to ignore them. Even as they were still playing loudly and getting gradually closer to him.

"Just ignore them, they want attention." He thought to himself, flipping another page.

After another few minutes of ignoring them, Mason no longer heard them. He blinked a few times, but then shot a quick glance to wear he had last seen them. They were both gone.

"Must have just wanted the negative attention." He thought to himself, before he closed up his book and pulled out a bottle of tanning butter. He squeezed some out and began rubbing it deep under his fur to make sure his skin didn't burn in the sun.

He was feeling better, thinking that they were gone, just wanting to get on his nerves for shit and giggles or whatnot, and then went back to enjoying the sun on the beach. He was feeling more relaxed than he had before, but then suddenly, loud blaring booming music started blasting behind him.

The sudden shock of music was enough to make his fur stand out on end and his tail shoot out. His eyes suddenly went wide and his ears began to ring. He quickly covered them and turned around to see what was going on.

The two punks were back, having a large black boom box between them now. They had also gotten large sodas from the foot truck on the road and were seated on a large rock in the shade at the edge of the beach. The volume was set so high that anyone could hardly hear anything coming from it, and the bass was turned so loud it was making his eardrums pound just from the sound vibrations. It was starting to hurt with it being so loud. He clenched his eyes shut and got up from where he was seated and walked over towards them, the loud music getting more oppressive the closer he got to the source.

"Hey, will you turn that down some?" He shouted, his voice being drowned out by the noise from the boom box.

"What!" the wolf said.

"Turn that down!" Mason yelled out.

"What?" the coyote said.

"Turn! That! Down!" He tried shouting out again.

This time, they didn't say anything. But the wolf then pulled the top off of the soda he had been drinking and tossed the sugary drink at the arctic fox. Mason didn't expect that at all, and suddenly got completely doused in cola. The two punks laughed loudly at him, brown, sugarly soda now dripping off of his fur.

Mason was fuming. He was growling under his breath and his vision was turning red. The two punks were high-fiving and pointing and laughing as soda was sticking to his fur.

"Okay, that's it." Mason grumbled under his breath, "You two are dead."

Mason tore off of his swim trunks. There, he exposed his two foot and incredibly thick black dick and balls that hung down to his balls. Something else he had done back when he was in the academy, in addition to finding hot guys to pound, but he also found hot guys to stuff down his dick. And today, now, looking at these two, he was going to add two more.

The wolf was closer to him. He hadn't yet noticed that Mason was approaching and stalking him. Not until he was right up to him, his hard cock throbbing and his cockhole gaping open. He soon had a strong paw on the wolf's shoulders.

"Hey, back off old mmmphhh!" The wolf said, before his voice was muffled as Mason shoved his head down his cock.

"Oh yeah, get in there!" Mason said, his dick sucking and throbbing, a firm pull working over more of the wolf's face and head and now spreading over his shoulders.

"What the fuck!" The coyote said, his shouts drowned out by the loud blaring music, watching as his friend was being swallowed whole by the arctic fox's penis. "Let him go you old pervert!"

Mason didn't say anything. He just pointed at the coyote and then pointed down at his dick, telling him that he was going to be next, once he finished with the wolf. Another firm suck came from his dick and the wolf's shoulders were fully engulfed and now his rippling cock hole was swallowing over his chest and upper body, as the wolf's legs kicked and flailed helplessly in the air.

The coyote watched for a few more moments, not certain if what he was watching was real or not. He tried shouting out again, but once more their own blaring music was keeping any sounds of help to get the attention of anyone else at the beach. But the wolf was still going down deeper and deeper, Mason's huge cock still swallowing him down, sending him down to those heavy cum factories he had under his legs.

At this point, the coyote decided his only option now was to run. He hopped off the rock that he and his doomed friend had been on, having just watched the wolf's stomach and hips slip into the voracious penis and now seeing his friend's face pushing out against the heavy black balls in a shout of fear, his paws pushing out as well as more of him sank inside, just the kicking legs still sticking out of the cockslit. He ran, he didn't know where he was going to run to. He just needed to find someone, anyone, who could help him, or maybe some way to defend himself against this fox who was devouring his friend whole.

"Help! Help!" He shouted, still hoping someone would hear him, "This crazy motherfucker fox just ate my best friend! Help!"

No one was coming, either no one heard him or no one cared. The coyote looked around, thinking maybe if he could get in a crowd, he could be safe. But he wouldn't be able to get to one. He soon felt a massive blow to his back, and he was knocked to the pavement, the air knocked out of his lungs. He wheezed out, before he was rolled onto his back, just in time to see Mason looming over him, his cock still hard and erect, and the last of the wolf's toes sinking into the cockhole. He was forced to watch as the slit closed up and the bulge in his urethra sank down gradually, filling out the rest of those big black balls, now shaking hard with a wolf in them.

"Now, you like playing with balls?" Mason said, slamming his nuts on the coyote's midsection, "Why don't you play with these two? In face, you can play with your friend inside them."

The coyote screamed out again, but his voice was silenced once Mason stuffed his cock over his muzzle. The yote tried to pull it off his face, but his body was still feeling weak after being pounded like that, Mason knowing just the right way to disable a suspect to make them easier to subdue. So the feeble attempt to pull Mason's cock off of his muzzle just wound up with the arctic fox spreading his slit wider and getting the yotes arms in with the rest of his head.

Loud and lewd slurps echoed out as his large cock rippled and pulled, sucking up more of the coyote's body, engulfing over the rest of his head and shoulders. Gradually, the rippling continued and his shouting was muffled by the thick cockflesh as he was turning into a urethra bulge, slipping down the fox's depths. A few more hard sucks worked in the shoulders and pecs, and he was forced to gasp and breathe in more of the musky air inside the penis as he sank deeper. The scent was stinging his eyes and tears were flowing out as he was being eaten whole by the fox's cock, trying anything he could to try and get out, but the next hard pull had his legs off the ground as he was hanging limp out of the cock with no leverage or anything to help pull himself free.

It was an easy task for Mason now, who could suck the coyote down at his leisure, slowly working over his body, devouring his stomach and hips and soon just a pair of legs sticking out of his cockhole. His balls were stretching out as the coyote was falling into them as well, his shaft bulging out as it sucked over more of him, slurping lewdly and loudly over the last of his meal. Just a pair of feet were sticking out of his cumslit now, and Mason's dick gave one more lewd pull before dragging them in entirely. The remainder of the coyote's body was now slowly dropping into his balls, his cock regaining its normal shape, and his balls shaking wildly as the two punks were together again, fighting for space in his hot, tight, musky balls.

"Ahhh...there we go." Mason said to himself, stretching out and humping up some, a quick spurt of cum shooting out of his dick as his heavy, full balls bounced and jostled about with the two men inside trying desperately to find a way out. The shaking and bouncing would only make the natural process of his balls work faster, with ropes of seed and cum dripping over their struggling bodies and his spunk soaking into their fur and flesh as they pushed around inside of his sac.

The arctic fox just calmly and casually strolled back to the beach, paying no mind to his jiggling and bouncing sac, the pressure and pleasure inside making his arousal stay fully hard with every step he took. He could see some of the other beachgoers watching him, since he was just strolling by in the nude with a huge hard-on and shaking balls. He could make out that many of the expressions were some of awe and wonder, with more than a few of bemusement and a few stares of inadequacy from seeing his giant cock and balls. He did give a few show-off steps as he headed back to where he had set up his spot on the beach, giving them a small show, but nothing too serious or major. He was still here to relax, not to show off.

Still, his balls were still shaking with his catches struggling for freedom, even as he was digesting them into cum. He passed through the other beachgoers and got back to his spot. He did take a small detour to turn off their boombox, which was still blaring where they had abandoned it and would never be able to claim it again, and then just left it there now that it was off. Once back to his spot, Mason laid back down on his blanket, rubbing his balls as he tanned under the sun.

He stretched out some, trying to make sure his entire body would be getting enough sunlight to evenly tan all over, all while still rubbing down the prey in his balls. He could feel them still struggling and pushing, trying to find some way to get out, or maybe trying to find the opening to his nuts to gain their freedom. That freedom wouldn't come though, as the wolf was still melting into cum, having been in there longer than the coyote. The longer he was soaking in Mason's cum, the faster he was dissolving, the two canines becoming more liquid than solid. They gave one more final push to try to get out before their bodies crashed into each other. Their semi-solid forms melted and meshed together, before sinking below the surface of the spunk, a few sets of bubbles emerging from where they sank, before the cum ocean of the arctic fox went still.

"Ahhh, that felt good." Mason said, still rubbing his nuts and teasing his dick with his thumbs. His arousal was still hard, and Mason felt it creeping up his abs and pecs. He licked his lips a bit and then leaned his head down and bucked his hips upward, getting his cock into his muzzle and began to suck himself off.

With one hand still massaging and rubbing his balls, he started to use the other to stroke his thick dick while he sucked himself. He teased his tongue around his cockhead as he steadily pumped his shaft, feeling his balls gurgle up some more, the pressure in them rising. He hadn't gotten a good taste of himself in a long time, and he was going to enjoy it now. He humped more into his mouth, slurping along his shaft while he kept pumping it. His balls bounced with every hump and he squeezed his dick tighter, feeling pre ooze out of his dick onto his tongue as he stroked harder and harder.

His orgasm was quickly approaching and he pushed his dick closer to his throat, and he sucked over more of himself, humping his hips upward as his balls loudly gurgled. Then, finally, the eruption came, and a thick bulge formed at the base of his cock, pumping up a hot load of cum as his urethra expanded and he unloaded all that cum he made from digesting the two punks, drinking them and guzzling their remains. He slurped and swallowed, savoring the taste on his tongue, breathing heavily through his nose while continuing to suck himself, squeezing his balls to make sure he got every drop of them expunged out of himself.

After a minute or two of drinking them down, his orgasm was still going on, but he had to let his cock go, and instead let thick ropes of cum shoot out past his head, making puddles of seed behind him. Then, amid the thick splots of seed, were the cum-soaked clothes the punks had been wearing. They were completely doused in seed, their owners melted and guzzled and the discarded denim and fabric scattered along the sand, a messy pile that would never be claimed, littering the beach as a reminder of Mason's actions.

But, then his orgasm came to an end, a few drips of cum oozing out of his dick and onto his fur. With the punks completely gone, the arctic fox stretched out again on his blanket, leaving their remains to rot and bleach and evaporate in the hot summer sun.