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The burning heat from the desert sun is gone, as is the blazing fire that lit up my loins a moment ago, replaced with a casual warmth typical for late summer in the desert. After I open my eyes, I see the hollowed out edge of land and very little illumination. I turn my head to the left to try to gauge my whereabouts when I spy the lake and the sparse grass surrounding it. To my shock, the reason for the dim lighting is the sun has completely set, leaving the land to bask in the dark of night. I can't see the moon and I don't remember having seen it the last few nights, but as the events of the previous day play over in my head, I take a deep breath in through my nose when suddenly my ill prepared senses are bombarded with offensive smells. My body goes stiff and my fur stands upright as the smell of sweat, body odor, musk, cock, ass, and cum paralyzes me with disgust, reminding me what I was exposed to today. I don't remember how many times I came, but with my sexual yearnings satiated and my heat completely subsided, I find exposure to the scent almost unbearable. I force myself to breathe through my mouth, my paws clenched and my back arched as the effects of the potent scents abate. I'm able to relax, breathing heavily through my muzzle, though the smell lingers and reminds me just how powerful it is. With a clear mind, the offensiveness of the odors makes me question how I could've been so infatuated with the rhino's smell. I close my eyes, trying not to think of the toxins torturing my olfactory sense when the image of the large behemoth's cracked and sweaty rump pops into my mind, thick tail with a bushy-burred end waving sporadically, a dark crack hiding a barely visible puckered wrinkles of tight muscles. I can practically see the miasma of butt musk emanating from between those round, bulbous cheeks. The smell accentuates the mental image I'm giving myself and my cock twitches spontaneously inside my sheath, causing a sharp biting pain in my groin. I grimace, pondering if my multiple moments of release caused an extensive soreness in my loins. I flex my cock again and the same pain, but I recognize it now and while my sexual exploits may have contributed, my intake of water along with several hours without release are obviously the primary factors.

Resolved to empty my bladder, I quickly make the decision to rise, but it's not easy. As I pull myself up onto my elbows, my sore form makes rising difficult, aching from the day's events as well as sleeping on the hard, desert floor. I suddenly recognize breathing and turn to the right and my heart skips a beat at the sight of a sleeping giant. The pachyderm I met, sniffed, slept with, and rimmed is lying on his side, one hand resting under his head and acting as a pillow with his other arm lazily resting on his belly. His eyes are closed, his legs piled with one on top of the other. In between are his huge, packed sheath and the set of hairy grapefruit with his large, intimidating dong nestled within the thick skin like a sleeping bag. My eyes fixate on the round protrusion hiding his phallus with thoughts of reaching down and fondling the beefy skin, reaching into the hole, sliding inside, and pawing his junk within the dark enclosure. Once satisfied, I pull out my paw, stick it in my face, and huff that dirty cock smell. With that mental image, I realize that though I've lost my heat, I've not lost my ability to get aroused and all that accomplishes is further tormenting my sensitive bladder.

Recognizing my dilemma, I scrub any sexual thoughts of the rhino from my head and quickly stand up. I take one more look at the sleeping ungulate and admire his body, his belly moving with each breath, his peacefulness as he slumbers. I take another breath in through my nose and accept the fetid odor and suddenly I'm once again grateful for it. I smile and walk away, anxious to relieve myself, but now excited to return and become encompassed in his aura of scintillating musk. I walk awkwardly out of the enclave, grimacing the entire time, my lust completely overridden with a desire to urinate. I walk a short way to the side along the base of the hill towards the bank of the lake.

My cock slowly slithers out of its socket, dried cum and other bodily secretions slowing the extraction. I stop in my tracks as I detect another scent, just as strong as any of the other smells, but more acrid than usual. I sniff the air, my nose burning from the novel odor and I discover it near the point I was about to mark, but it seems the rhino beat me to it. A large puddle lay at the base of the hill with a dark stain marking the spots not covered with grass. I can all but guarantee to myself that the rhino had come and marked this spot himself earlier while I was sleeping and I'm fighting with myself over how to proceed. The former human side of me, the intellectual side, is warning me away from proceeding, filling my stomach with disgust and apprehension. However, the animal side, the new side, the side that convinced me to stick my mouth on a rhinoceros's asshole and suck and lick without any consideration of hygiene, was pushing me forward with everything it had. I know there's no question whether or not I will go through with what I'm thinking. It wouldn't be the first time I've done it and it hasn't affected me negatively yet. I gulp, nervous about what I am about to do and it excites me. I retain the human doubt and rejection of my future action as the apprehension accentuates the pleasure.

Licking my lips, I push aside the pain in my bladder and slowly kneel down on one leg, placing a paw on a dry spot next to the puddle and lean forward. I breathe in and out through my mouth, then close my muzzle and my eyes and take a long, deep breath in through my nose. The smell starts out mild, then intensifies, then hits me like a vat of acid. The smell of rhino piss is much stronger than I anticipated or had experienced up until now. I grimace impulsively and reluctantly, but I keep my mouth shut and allow every odoriferous molecule to travel into my lungs via my nostrils. After a moment, the deleterious effects of pachyderm urine wear off and I take another huff, breathing in the acrid aroma. I want to keep inhaling, taking in as much of the rhino's scent as I can, but at the moment my actions are mainly driven by the reserves of urine not currently festering on the ground, but pressing on the inner walls of my bladder and threatening unpleasant means of release.

Despite my hardening cock, my lust can't compete with my agony, so I stand up, aim my semi-flaccid dick at the puddle on the ground, and push. Without effort, a long and hard stream of hot, vulpine liquid gold flows, staining the ground and marking it with my own scent. That scent is muted by the scent of rhinoceros piss, but after accumulating enough fresh urine, my own scent starts to appear. I bask in the sweet release of agony in my groin, lifting my head up and moaning softly to the splattering sound of piss hitting piss. If I were counting, I'd guess I must've gone almost a whole minute before my bladder was empty and my cock felt fresh and relaxed.

I wiggle my dick a bit to expunge any remaining liquid and gently wipe any residual urine on my leg fur. With my bladder empty and a sense of relief in my groin, I let out a sigh of relief both of freedom from pain and the freedom to engage in my 'sniffer' habits. Once again, I kneel down next to the puddle with my paws close by, stick my face a mere couple of inches away from the puddle, and inhale deeply the fetid aroma of interspecies piss. Having garnered now an adequate tolerance to the smell, I don't grimace or flinch at the scent nor am I distracted by any intense discomfort. I merely let the odor intoxicate me to a state whereby I'm drunk with lust, inebriated with erotic desires. My cock begins to harden as I breathe in another huff of the vile waste, rich in ammonia, urea, and various other compounds that give it a unique blend of strong fox and rhino musk. My cock grows stiff, aching from the days actions, but the stench is too alluring to give up. I sniff again and again and again, my body beginning to shake, my tail twitching, and my butthole clenching as my mind and nostrils are overwhelmed with piss stench. I'm thankful my heat was satiated earlier or else I'd be rolling in the puddle to mark myself with the nasty stench to accentuate my aroused state.

As it is, the smell is turning me on, but not driving me to orgasm, which pleases me as my earlier experiences were more than enough to quell my desires. And as much as I enjoy the effect the smell is having on my libido, I find the sensation of getting turned on from musk while lacking the desire to empty my sack blazé and tiring. I open my muzzle and stare at the golden liquid, small bubbles formed from where I added my contribution, my muzzle less than an inch away. I back away and slowly stand up, staring back at the puddle and thinking back to earlier when I was rubbing my face in the rhino's ass. Would I have enjoyed the experience more if I had been soaked in his piss prior? Probably. I have weird inclinations when I go into heat.

I turn and head back to the alcove where the sleeping pachyderm lies in wait, slumbering peacefully, beautifully, and even adorably. I round the corner and see he's still in the same position and I intend to simply curl back up right next to him.

"I'm glad you came back." I stop, startled by his reply. He moves his arm down and turns his head in my direction, a gentle smile on his face. "When I saw you were missing, I was worried you left, but then I saw your pack was still here and guessed you'd be back." After the initial shock wears off, my nerves calm and my stomach begins to flutter as I lock eyes with the sexy giant. "Glad to see I was right."

His deep, booming voice sends chills down my spine, making me want to swoon. He begins to move, slowly picking himself off the ground and bringing himself to a sitting position, one leg laying on the ground and slightly bent with the other pulled back so he could rest an arm on it. He continues to smile at me in an affectionate manner. I respond in kind, grinning happily as I respond to his comment. "Yeah, I just went to the side to take a piss."

He nods. "I can understand that. Five orgasms, a belly full of water, and several hours without release will make any man a fire hydrant waiting to blow."

I chuckle quietly, subtly looking over the large rhinoceros stranger that gave every one of my senses a momentous experience. I take my time observing the curvature of his muscles, the sparsity or dense concentration of hair upon thick cracked skin, his round belly, his thick, bulbous thighs, his protruding chest with dark, masculine nipples, and of course his behemoth package. His enormous sack rests lazily on the ground and above it sits his thick, lengthy sheath. Fortunately for me, the mushroom tip of his meaty cock is poking out of the sheath, making my loins stir with smoldering lust. And of course his scent is assaulting my nose as he has had the entire day to wallow in the effects of the afternoon's exploits, the smell of sweat, cum, cock, and of course ass radiating from him like a basket of month-old underwear. I keep my muzzle shut, allowing the rancid odor into my nostrils and down into my lungs, causing a slight burning in my chest and nose and deep, blasting inferno in my groin. I moan quietly, my own sheath growing hard as my cock fills with blood, unable to resist the intoxicating effect his smell is having on my body. Intellectually though, I'm still in control of my conscious mind and I'm not quite ready to allow myself to give in to my primal, animal urges. As such, I make a conscious effort, albeit a strained one, to push those thoughts to the back of my mind and feel the tension of a stiffening erection reverse itself and go limp inside my sheath. It doesn't go completely soft, but it's good enough for now.

I let out a contented sigh and sit down on the ground right in front of the rhino, though I can't quite remember what he called himself. I was still too drunk on musk that any details of the afternoon are a blur. "I had to relieve myself a while ago."

"Heh, yeah, I could tell. It was pretty obvious once I stepped around the corner."

He chuckles. "Yeah, sorry. After cumming, my piss tends to stink a bit."

The memory of his cock exploding in my asshole, the image of his golden puddle, and the lingering scent still clinging to my olfaction is threatening my softening libido. "Oh, don't worry about it," I respond, wanting to say more, but a bit embarrassed by my actions.

"Oh, yeah, you're a sniffer. You loved my stink so much yesterday, probably love the stink of my piss as well." This is not helping matters. "If you wanna go roll around in it, you go ahead. I'm not going anywhere." It's official. My conscious mind has no control over what happens on my crotch. My dick will be popping out of its hiding place soon enough. "Heh, I'm just messin' with ya. But seriously, I've never met a sniffer so dedicated to my musk as you."

I try to suppress my urges, but his smell is so strong my crotch is burning with desire. "Well, it's not something I can really control. As long as I've been a fox, I've been attracted to musk. It's always been the main driving force for my sexuality. And the smellier the man, the more persistent I become."

"Yeah, I could tell. The way you were huffing my ass and those noises you were making, you almost seemed like were going feral."

I've heard of this before. When individuals such as myself go into heat, the primary symptom is an instinctual drive to mate, often engaging in sexual acts we wouldn't normally perform, or at the least in ways we wouldn't perform with such avidity and alacrity. However, when someone has been denied sexual release for an extended period, when the heat is unusually intense for various reasons, or when someone has a pathological or physiological condition that makes them excessively prone to whatever causes them to go into heat, they risk entering a kind of mental state that has been dubbed the 'feral' state. It's a point where the heat becomes so mind-numbingly intense that the civilized, rational, intellectual part shuts down and leaves you in a sex-crazed, animalistic frenzy driven solely to fuck or get fucked. You lose your mind, unable to speak or think of anything but sex; moaning, grunting, and weeping for someone or something to try, indefinitely, to sate your primitive sex drive.

"Well, I can say with absolute honesty that that was the closest I've ever come," I state, the feelings of ecstasy building up inside of me, warming my stomach and groin and facilitating my less accommodating sheath. "But... I'll admit that I did start to lose control at one point."

"No kidding. Once you got a taste of my ass, I figured you'd start barking."

My shame is growing and soon my penis will penetrate the opening to my scabbard, revealing my growing erection and my hastily achieved readiness for more sensual activities. I chuckle lightly. "Yeah... I gotta say... you have one musky backside."

"What can I say? It's not something I'm ashamed of. I'm actually quite proud of it. Nobody ever seemed to be bothered by it. Still though, it did surprise me to find someone else all the way out here in the middle of the desert, especially a sniffer like you. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad we found each other, but I gotta ask, what are you doing all the way out here?"

I pause a moment and ponder the question, considering the enduring lack of memory prior to my exodus into the desert. The pain, the fear, and the uncertainty of the situation help to alleviate my growing arousal, but I feel conflicted about sharing such details at the moment, despite my developing trust and affection towards him. I decide then to give a vague answer. "It's a bit hard to explain. The last six months have been very good for me, but something happened that drove me on an instinctual level away and I decided to head south because I heard there's a city by the mountains with a lot of work opportunities."

He stares back with a confused look on his face. "Well, what happened?"

I just shake my head. "I honestly don't know."

He cocks his eyebrows in surprise. "Oh. Huh. Well, guess that's another good reason I came along." We both chuckle as he scratches his belly, my eyes wandering to his hand which brings my attention to his sheath and balls, the glans still poking out of hiding within the warm, dank confines. My slowly softening prick is once again engorging with blood, heating up with salacious expectations. I won't be able to hide my arousal much longer. "That city, that's actually where I'm from."

"Really? What're you doing out here in the desert?"

"Well, it's kind of a long story. But... as it turns out... you're not the only sniffer here." I let my jaw hang open slightly at the insinuation. "I like to travel and in my travels I've met a number of different people, some of them rather large people, who have a very strong, very potent odor and produce a monstrous amount of pheromones. Every once in a while, I travel back and forth to their homes, get off to their stink, and head on back home. But before I do, I always stop at this lake. Aside from the fact that it's on the way, it's got a nice alcove for shade and the water itself is pretty clean." Listening to him, I can't believe that someone like him could consider someone else stinky. His musk is so strong, that it's making my throat burn and the thought of someone smelling even muskier makes me drool, my heart race, and my crotch tingle. "So, I know how you feel when you catch a whiff of someone as smelly as me. But trust me, in my experience, there is truly no limit to what kind of stink a man can produce. And the experience is so invigorating: the scent enough to make your eyes tear up, cocks so thick and long they threaten to tear you in half, and an asshole that'll attract a sniffer's nose to it like a magnet to metal."

And that's it, I can't hold back any longer. Huffing this rhino's scent while he puts such lewd thoughts in my head makes me shudder and my blood flow straight to my cock. My foxhood grows quickly and forces its way out of my sheath with a loud sloshing sound. I feel the build-up of sticky, dried up fluids clinging to my dick, creating friction that's barely able to keep my penis from extending as my arousal heats up in my nethers. My stomach fills with butterflies as shame grows in me and I stare up at the rhino who has himself caught site of my dirty erection. He smiles a lusty grin and eyes me hungrily. "Guess I'll have to take you someday."

"Heh, yeah," I chuckle nervously, the thought terrifying and exhilarating. "Maybe, at some point once I've settled down, but for now, I think I just want to get out of the desert."

"Hm-mm. Yeah, smells like you've had a little too much desert, but... I'm guessing you haven't had enough rhino for the moment."

I no doubt blush under my red and white fur. "Uh- N- no. I guess- I guess I haven't." Even if my near rock hard member weren't on display for the stinky ungulate, I'm not sure I'd be able to deny his inference. I keep eye raping his body as my breathing is slightly ragged and quick, not to mention his crotch has caught my attention as my erection and no doubt my effulgent scent seems to be exciting him. The mushroom tip of his penis has pushed forward from its sheath followed by the thick, veiny shaft and is growing stiff in his lap. My cock is pulsating visibly now and I'm starting to drool, my knot forming at the base of the shaft. I can feel a tingling in my crotch, not as powerful as earlier, but enough to indicate a primitive desire to empty my sack.

He took a quick sniff of his own pits and with a combined proud and disgusted look, he smiled at me. "But I think for now we should just get cleaned up. It's still early and I think we should get some rest if we're gonna leave at the break of dawn tomorrow."

Though my heat is subdued, my entire groin is warm with lust which is quickly growing stronger. I can smell his dick clearly, filthy with the scent of cum, ass, sweat, and even piss clinging to it and tempting me with lascivious emotions. My cock seeps pre-ejaculate and the drool accumulating in my muzzle begins to dribble out of the right corner. I swallow most, lick up most of the rest while a small string continues to trail the fur on my mouth down under my chin. It takes a few seconds, but what he just said finally registers and knocks me back to reality. I consider the thought of him washing away the source of his affluent musk and I feel a twinge of anxiety. Though a good idea for staving off further thoughts of sex and other disturbing acts, with my throbbing hard on I'm not quite ready to lose it. As he moves to stand, I hold up a paw, "Wait!"

He pauses and stares back at me, "What? What's wrong?"

I take a moment to respond, wanting more than anything to get the one thing I didn't get yesterday; a belly full of his nutritious, chunky ejaculate. But before that, I figure a little foreplay might help keep him in the mood for what I'd like right now. "Before we bathe, would you be up for a little pre-bath washing?"

He looks at me with a mixture of confusion and glee. "Pre-bath washing? What does that mean?"

In response I simply shift and crawl over to him, keeping our eyes locked as I get close. The smell of grime covering his cock wafts into my nostrils and excites my erotic passion. I look down at the stain of cum on his chest and lean forward, sticking out my tongue and slowly but roughly dragging it upward along the course, matted hairs. He lets out a light moan as I take a mouthful of rhino chest, tasting the musky stench clinging to his torso along with my own flavorful jizz. The cum is dried out and takes a few licks to clean it up, but it just kindles the flame in my crotch to do so. I continue to lick away, cleaning up the matted semen I left on him from earlier in the day, his taste assaulting my taste buds, heavy with body odor and ravaging my nether region. I lean on his thigh, the muscles bulging as I lick again and again, sampling his aromatic body. With his chest clean of fox spunk and replaced with fox saliva, I stare up at him seductively. "Let me see your arm."

He grins back at me as he holds up his arm, displaying the dirty spot where I came. Like with his chest, I lick it up with enough force to make him resist. It's not as tasty as his chest, but with the menagerie of odors flowing through my nostrils it doesn't make much difference. Once his arm is clean, I prep myself for the laborious task of cleaning his filthy crotch. I move my paw off his leg and as I do so he shifts his position so that his legs are now both stretched out front and somewhat bent while he holds himself up by resting his hands behind him and leaning back on them. I stare down hungrily at his stiff mast and packaged fruits, licking my lips as my heart races at the smell, the stink so strong I taste it in my spit. I place my paws on his thighs and massage them as I inch towards his towering staff. Teasing the rhino a little, I move my face passed it and bring a paw to gently trace the length as I move towards his crotch. I inhale the musky stench and it burns, warming my stomach and feeding a growing climax.

I bring my muzzle to his hairy ballsack and slowly begin lapping away at the tender skin, the aroma from yesterday seemingly muted from how it tastes at the moment. I absorb the grime onto my tongue and shudder at the spicy nature of his unwashed testicles. I feel my dick pulsate, ready to explode with another orgasm but I repress it and lick his balls again, garnering moans of pleasure from above. My mind is swimming in euphoria as I'm driven by my own sexual desires and not solely by a naturally instinctive impulse. Looking up again at the man whose balls I'm tongue-bathing and taking note of the wide lips and the dual horns on the muzzle, reminding me of the fact that I'm tasting the dirty body of a large, smelly rhinoceros and I shudder with pure delight at the depravity. I move up to begin cleaning his crotch, thick musky hairs just as fetid as his balls but with an added bonus of accumulated cum and something else from past sexual exploits. My crotch and ass melt with sensual ardor as I run my organ over his entire crotch, avoiding his cock until I'm finished with the appetizer, which doesn't take too long. No matter how much I lick or how much of his groin filth I absorb, the taste never changes and there's always more to clean.

Impatient to begin the main event, I grip the underside of his meat, sensing the build-up of dirt and grime on my padded digits, and wrap my lips around the girth of his 4-inch thick base. I press firmly and the big lug immediately lets out an amorous moan while my senses are bombarded with various bodily secretions and not all of them from him or me. I drag my tongue along the veiny skin covering the thick, throbbing pole and slowly remove my lips, allowing me to simply clean his rancid cock of grime and sex. Every time my tongue slides along the disgusting surface, my taste buds send shock waves to my brain and jolts of insane pleasure down my spine culminating in wave after wave of erotic spasms in my crotch. I spend an inordinate amount of time lapping away at his odiferous trunk, building my lust up quickly and procuring a quick and easy orgasm. With some reluctance, I slowly begin moving my tongue along the shaft, the taste of cum, ass, and thick, unkempt dick flows like a torrential flood onto my taste buds, making my fur stand on end and my tail twitch uncontrollably. He's moaning loudly and I begin to groan softly at the flavor of musky penis. I'm getting closer to the head, the mushroomed ridge coming up as I eye the dirty, smelly tip. As I pass my tongue along the underside, I get a higher concentration of residual grime and my taste buds explode. I close my eyes and shudder, letting my head fall as a brief false orgasm washes over me. My cock twitches and my stomach flutters while I catch my breath, letting the powerful sensation pass, sensing no depreciation of my charged climax. I lap under the glans again, the ridge a reservoir of spicy, salty, musky secretions basting the rhino's organ. I moan loudly and shakily, almost trilling and with my heat suppressed the scent and flavor make me gag as the pheromones stoke the embers of ecstasy in my furry foxy groin. Getting as much of the concentrated secretions off the edge of the tip, I move onto the glans itself, sliding my slick and now filthy tongue over the grimy surface, causing the rhino to shiver and moan in pleasure. I spend some time spreading my spit around on the head, letting it replace the cum and remnants of ass and sweat that I provided. I groan and pant, drooling now, my lust taking control of my actions and I start to envelope his head in my muzzle.

Ready to engulf his shaft, I feel a large hand grab me on the collar and push me back. "Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey! Hold on!" It takes some effort to pry my mouth away from his rancid prick, but eventually I regain my faculties and restrain myself. I stare up at him as he smiles back at me, breathing heavy himself. "Not just yet. You'll get to taste my seed, I'll make sure you get a belly full." My cock twitches. "But first, I want to return the favor. You've given me a tongue bath, I think it's only fair that you get one as well."

When we were fornicating like wild animals in heat (I don't know why I'm making this sound like an analogy) he spread his viscous saliva all over me, marking me with his spit; his gross, bitter, reeking spit. Naturally, being the deviant that I am, I grin at the prospect of being covered from head to toe in his viscous liquid. He guides me onto my back where I lay still and watch him eye my entire body. "I guess I'll begin at the top and work my way down."

The top would be the underside of my chin, which is the highest point on my body where my own cum hit, and that's where he begins. He kneels down by my side, moving his muzzle down to get at my chin and I lean my head back to grant him access. I then feel the warmth of his hot, sticky saliva coating my fur with enough pressure to force my head back a bit more. The matting gives way after a few licks from the behemoth's mouth and the thick girth allows him to cover a wider area than I could. My cock rests at full mast over my stomach and I flex it at the sensation of him moistening up my chin and neck. He gradually moves down, moaning softly as he does so, lapping at the matted fur on my chest and stomach until just a mass of spit-matted fur coats my torso. He moves down to my crotch, his tongue tickling my sensitive nerves and jolting me into an erotic shudder. He chuckles above as he cleans up the copious amount of dried splooge that oozed out of my dick during the assault of musk he forced on my sensitive nose. He speeds up his ministrations, either to hurry and finish the job or because the flavor of my semen excites him enough to soak up every ounce of it. Either works for me so long as I get to wrap my muzzle around that dirty, smelly dick of his.

It takes a couple minutes before my groin is no longer covered in jizz, but coated in a generous helping of sticky rhinoceros spit. A cool breeze blows in and tingles my tongue-bathed groin, further stimulating my sexual arousal. Surprisingly, he skips my cock and moves down a little lower. "Lift up your legs," he says without looking at me and to which I comply unwaveringly. He grips my legs under the knees and holds them in the air as he lowers his muzzle to my backside, keeping his body to my side. He takes one long, hard lick from one side of my ass to another, scooping up a heap of dry cum in the process. I lean up to watch, my breathing shallow and my heartbeat erratic. I see his body on the side, but his face is hidden behind my unwashed rear that this pachyderm ravaged earlier. He takes several more licks of my ass, covering one side of one cheek, sliding it between the crack, and up along to the other side of the other cheek. He contacts my anus a few times with his warm appendage, bestowing explosive sensations to my fired-up nerves and pushing me closer to orgasm. He moves down to the base of my tail, lapping away and cleaning up what remains of his own tart and tangy cum and my bitter and musty ass. He moves up to my asshole once more, giving it a few more licks, forcing a loud and quivering moan from me, before leaning up. I watch him lick his lips and smile salaciously at me. "Now then, lets try and sate that fox-sized appetite of yours."

The word appetite starts to appeal to me, but I ignore it once the ungulate begins shifting his lower body towards me. I watch his thick muscles tense and his stiff member bob as he pushes one leg in my direction followed by the second. His tail flicks behind his huge, rotund rump, a site that satisfies me greatly before he lifts his leg up and carries it over my head, setting it down beside my head so he is straddling me, his thick meat resting on my chest. Despite my oral cleaning, the smell remains the same, not a trace of foxy breath as it's overpowered with unwashed, sweaty, rhinoceros stink. He moves a hand to reach between his legs, but I take the initiative and grab his veiny appendage with both paws, maneuvering it over to my waiting maw. Given its length, there's no room between the glans and his dank crotch to properly tease it into my mouth, so I have to bend it slightly and turn my head away and as I turn to stare back up, the head brushes past the corner of my muzzle until it pops into position in my warm, damp, salivating mouth. Once inside, the rhino puts his hand back down and lowers his hips so his cock descends further into my oral cavity until the glans is resting just outside the entrance to my throat. I can tell he's being considerate, trying to avoid blocking access for my lungs to get air, either that or so that my lungs can inhale the rank, raunchy, sensually euphoric aroma he's exuding every second. My taste buds are on fire as my tongue is unable to escape the rancid flavor of his penis. My mind is cloudy with lust and my crotch is burning with desperation to empty my testicles for the 6th time in less than 24 hours.

The rhino blankets me with his emanating body heat, the sight of thick thighs and dangling, enshrouded testicles complementing his dominating musk and fetid cock flavor. I wrap my padded paws around his thick meat and gently squeeze, eliciting a groan of approval from above. With a light tug I draw upon the tap and sense his urethra deposit a small amount of viscous fluid onto the back of my throat and suddenly the sweet, slightly tart flavor of rhinoceros pre-ejaculate invades my muzzle. My eyes roll into the back of my head, I arch my back involuntarily, and my muscles tense up as my climax is teased more harshly than ever. Just like before, my olfaction and gustation are enough to drive me to orgasm without any physical contact made to my aching prick.

As I enjoy the lingering taste of his rancid pre, the rhino decides to expedite my release. I feel his beefy hands grip the knot of my pulsing member and soon the warmth of his maw envelops the entire length. His tongue slides along the length, moistening the sensitive skin and causing another false orgasm. I won't last long. I'm unable to sit still as the sensation of being stimulating by his warm, damp muzzle drives my peak ever higher. It doesn't help matters when he reaches around and cups my backside with his other hand and caresses it a moment before shoving two thick fingers passed the anal barrier knuckle deep into my colon.

Stimulated by every means possible and unable to control the rate at which I reach my climax, I use my sexual drive to pleasure him. I grip his dick hard with both paws, forming a tight suction around the veiny surface with my lips and running my tongue around the underside of his penis, up and down and side to side. The pachyderm moans loudly around my less impressive pole and begins bucking lightly, the tip of his glans now prodding at my throat but refraining from entering. His huge tongue explores every inch of my cock, slathering it with his hot spit and growing the blazing inferno in my groin. He grabs my balls with his other hand and gently massages them while the fingers up my butt pump in and out to stimulate the nerves in my anus. My whole body is shaking with erotic delight, anxious for release as the sexual tension continues to build inside me. I use that as motivation to pump away at his thick meat, milking him for his manly substance which I hunger for greatly.

As expected, I can't hold out any longer as the pressure builds up in my penis until it tightens up and a thick, dense shot of fox cum fires out into the rhino's waiting muzzle. My whole body tenses up as I reach the pinnacle of yet another powerful orgasm and I fire shot after shot of sticky spunk into that ungulate's inviting maw. I imagine my jizz mixing with his saliva and desire a taste of that odoriferous mixture. After my balls finally empty, he lets go of my scrotum and brings his hand between his legs, keeping his fingers inside my tailhole and his mouth around my cock. He reaches under my head, holding the back of it in place and keeping his smelly pride jammed into my muzzle. He starts moaning louder and his bucking becomes more pronounced. His head is poking more harshly at the entrance to my throat, signaling his intent to drive himself quickly to his own release. As the exhaustion of release takes over, my sexual desires have mostly been satiated, but the scent and taste of rhino cock continues to assault my senses.

I squeeze harder and continue to massage his dick with my tongue, assisting him to accelerate his climax. His thrusting carries his cock head to the tip of my lips and right back to the tight enclosure of my upper esophageal sphincter in rapid and rough succession, his dangling balls flapping atop the base and in full view of my entranced eyes. He groans around my cock, still working it with his tongue and stimulating my sensitive nerves. His moans become louder as he continues to jackhammer my muzzle, his leg muscles becoming tense and flexing for a sight that keeps me hard even when spent. Even now, he's still leaking pre onto the back of my throat and the tart flavor makes me feel warm and sensual. Before long, his moans turn to grunts and his grip on my head tightens. He continues with rapid pumps of his hips for a minute, but then slows down as the sound of extreme pleasure emanates from his mouth.

As the pachyderm reaches his peak, his jams his rods into my muzzle, prodding at my esophagus in an attempt to penetrate my throat. He continues to thrust, holding my head in place, forcing me to enjoy the underside of his crotch before his cock flexes and a hot, forceful burst of seminal fluid explodes at the entrance to my throat and floods the back of my mouth. I release his enormous member, letting one paw grab his arm and hold it while the other falls to the ground, giving him complete control of how I'm used as a male rhino milker. He squirts a spurt of potent rhino spunk into my maw, quickly filling it and forcing me to let it spill out of my lips or let it pass into my stomach. I eagerly choose to swallow, hoping to retain every ounce of his testicular juices that he ejaculates into my mouth.

The taste is robust to say the least as a hearty sour flavor envelopes my taste buds, stinging my nose as it diffuses to my olfaction and dispersing a very intense sexual tingling throughout my body causing me to arch my back erotically and spontaneously. With another spurt of rhino cum, my muzzle is almost completely full and I'm forced, albeit not unwillingly, to swallow his rich, thick male cream more quickly to keep it from spilling over. The fluid is extremely viscous, rich in sugar and proteins and chunky with large swaths of sperm. As I move my tongue through the sensual liquid, a bitterness erupts from the sour flavor that sends jolts of pleasure to my crotch, pulling my balls back into my groin and making my ass burn with desire. I continue to swallow, drinking his ejaculate quickly as spurt after spurt from the blood-engorged meat keeps teetering at the boundary of my inner muzzle. His motions have become less dramatic and while he continues to muzzle fuck me, his thrusts are slower and less forceful. Fortunately, the pachyderm's large testes seem to be close to empty as we have managed to milk the ungulate for everything he had. The surface of the cum puddle in my mouth begins to lower as less jizz is being added. I can't tell exactly when he's finished, but after what I can only assume was at least a minute, I feel no more warm, sour, sticky man milk squirting from that dirty, aromatic dick onto the back of my throat.

As the last remnants of rhinoceros cum linger in my muzzle, the large beast finally lets my cock fall from his muzzle, letting the night air strike the moist surface with a cool breeze. The sensation makes me shudder, more so when he finally removes his fingers from my butthole with the cool air invading the gaping entrance. He keeps his throbbing cock impaled in my mouth for a moment and I keep my paws where they are, simply staring up at the hairy, wrinkly balls and thick cock veins with a copious helping of cum festering on my tongue, mixing with my saliva while the bitter and sour flavor persist. I try to hold on, but the flavor and the effect it has on me forces an involuntary gulp and without recourse I ingest the last remnants of the man-beast's rock juice. The taste remains as does his penis and the afterglow of the event is something I would happily fall asleep to. However, the rhino decides when the moment is over and slowly extracts his meat from my mouth and then sits up.

I take a breath and follow suit, sitting up and turning to face the giant. He's still breathing hard, but smiling gently at me, so I return the smile. A short pause and I clamber over to him, crawling onto his lap and his still erect cock, placing my paws on his shoulders as I bring my muzzle to his and without hesitation we kiss. He opens his maw to allow our lips to connect and each other's tongue to invade the other's muzzle. Since his muzzle is larger than mine he's able to cover a large portion of mine, but I don't care. I pull my torso into his and grab the back of his neck with one paw and drape the other over his back while he brings one hand down around my rump and cups it, holding it in place while the other wraps around my back to hold our bodies together. We kiss long, hard, and seductively as his tongue fills my maw and mine explores his, exchanging saliva, sucking it down and swallowing it, letting the other get a faint taste of our own juices when we came in the other's mouth. Large strings of drool dribble out of the corner of our muzzles, but I don't care and I don't think he does either. We're both dirty and covered in spit already, so a little more to stain our naked bodies is nothing to fret over.

Fortuitously, my body decided to wait until after our last amorous activity to remind me of something that I've neglected the entire day. A sharp pain hits my stomach and I break the kiss the cradle my aching abdomen. "Urrgh!" I groan loudly as I grimace.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Did I hurt you?"

"No... I just guess that going all day without food will eventually catch up to you. And, in addition to that... rhino cum, though delicious, just won't cut it."

He chuckles a bit, not sure at my situation or my cum comment. "Oh yeah, I forgot. You've been sleeping all day so you haven't had time to get anything to eat. You got anything in that bag?"

I look at my sack and recall my plan was to find food around here. I sheepishly stare back at him with embarrassed eyes and shake my head. "No. Since I started, I've just been collecting whatever food I could find. Even if... if that means finding food in the dirt."

"What do you me-" He grimaces in disgust. "Ew! Ugh! Oh, that's not good. Well, come on. I've got something I think you'll like."

At this point, I've got the feeling that we've both set our minds to continue our journey in each other's company. We walk slowly over to a large pack he had tucked away out of sight. From inside, he pulls out a couple of packs of various nuts and fruit chunks clumped together into a type of snack bar wrapped up in a cloth package. A single snack is hardly filling considering what little I've eaten today, so I take several of which he has plenty. With a belly full of rhinoceros spunk and the stink of overbearing musk clinging to my nasal cavities, every bite sends salacious tingles down to my crotch and excites my strained libido.

After I've had my fill of actual nourishment, we make our way over to the lake, his arm draped over my shoulder and mine wrapped part way around his waist. His cock is limp and hanging out of its sheath, dangling in the warm desert air and wafting its incredible stink over in my direction. I shut my mouth and breathe in the musky aroma, knowing in only a few moments it'll be gone. My own cock retreated back to its home and for the first time since meeting the large pachyderm, my penis isn't threatening to engorge and tease another exhausting fucking session. We reach the lake and descend into the water and to my surprise it's relatively cool given the day's earlier temperature. I can't put into words how refreshing it feels to get soaked in water after spending two weeks letting my bodily secretions cover my fur. I feel the dirt, the grime, and all the remnants of today's sexual exploits that clung to my body disperse into the water. And, unfortunately, the rhino's spit that had 'cleansed' me earlier is also washed away, leaving only a faint trace of his musky marinade.

He bathes as well, washing away the palpable muck and various bodily fluids staining his large frame. After a while, I'm barely able to detect his scent, though the water is interfering in my attempts. We don't speak much while we bathe, each watching the other as we dip our heads under the water and resurface, scooping up water in our hands and paws and running it down our raddled bodies. We catch each other's glances from time to time until he comes over to me and helps to run water over my shoulders, my chest, my back, and even my head. After a moment of staring at each other, we wrap our arms around each other as he leans down to plant a soft, passionate kiss on my lips. For the first time, it's not a kiss of lust, but of affection, caring and unconditional and possibly developing into something more. We hold the kiss for several seconds until he breaks away slowly, looking back into my eyes with a warm, embracing smile that lights up my heart in ways I've never felt before.

Before long, we walk back to the alcove, holding each other as we walk raggedly back to the dark, hollowed-out side of the hill. My fur is dripping wet and I offer to sleep somewhere else so he won't have to sleep with a soaked rag all night, but he insists instead to keep me in his arms so his body warmth can dry me off overnight. I'm unable to stop my dick from flexing in my sheath from that thought. Despite sleeping most of the day, I'm still exhausted and feel I could do with several more hours of sleep. He seems to concur and without bothering to put on underwear or prepare for the morning, we lay down where we slept before. I plant another kiss on him which he returns, we pet each other a while, and then he wraps his big, muscle-bound arms around me pulling me in tight. I press my naked torso against his, my sheathed cock pressing up against his belly and mere inches away from his own sheath, risking erection if I weren't so tired. I lay my head against his shoulder, listening to him breathe as we slowly begin to slip off into unconsciousness.

Before drifting off, I consider the situation and think of it in uncertain terms. Since heading out into the desert, he's the first person I've met and he's offered to help me out. Additionally and more importantly, he's provided an outlook into my situation as a fox, horny and hungry for strong, potent musk in a way I never could've imagined. As long as I've been living here in this body, the rule has been the stronger the musk, the hungrier I get and the harder it is to satiate my longing for malodorous body odor. Once I caught my first huff of this pachyderm's offensive stench, I became addicted and no amount of freshly produced body funk could satisfy me. But he understood, he encouraged me, and he graciously allowed me to consume his brawny aroma, whether from his stinging cock stink or his offensive backside odor, he saturated my lust with all the olfactory stimulants I could handle and provided a sexual experience I could only describe as ethereal. And what's more is that he has offered to let me travel together with him and continue to experience the grandiose musk he diffuses.

I've lost two weeks of my life and developed an innate fear of my home for five months prior, but in exchange have found a partner, a companion who is knowledgeable, understanding, beautiful to look at, and will allow me to continue to discover aspects of my vulpine sexuality. Even though my human mind remains, the fox that I've become wants to know just how much this strong, sensitive nose of mine can discover about his body; his sweaty pecks, his round belly, his odiferous pits, his enormous sheath, his hairy balls, his thick, rigid, tough, long, pulsating cock, and of course his large, wrinkled, nasty, orgasm-inducing tailhole. Nothing in my life has compared to shoving my sensitive nose right into that puckered stink hole and huffing away at the putrid stench it produces. I've never felt such lascivious ecstasy in my crotch as when my tongue ran across every crack in the surface of that tainted skin and excited every taste bud in my mouth to immeasurable height. I'm a man in a fox's body allowing myself to engage in degenerate acts and he's making it so enjoyable.

This is what he's doing for me and what am I doing for him? I can only hope he's getting even close to as much pleasure from my rutting musk, but even then I feel almost as if I'm taking advantage of him. I wish I could do more, but he's doing everything. I guess for now I can only sleep and see where the road takes us. At the very least, I can trust him enough to tell him my story, as much as I can remember. Hopefully he'll be open minded about it.