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Sniff - Treasure Trail Hike - TheCopilot

Wind rustled through the leaves of the surrounding forest path in a placid manner, cicadas sang their noisy song, heat waves seemed to roll off the ground, and gravel crunched beneath bare paws. It was late afternoon in the middle of August and the two figures hiking together were feeling every bit the day's heat. This much was evident by their sweat damped fur and topless state, opting for just their shorts in the extreme heat. As they continued on taking in the sights of the path, the smaller of the two, a red fox, took small sips from a tube attached to the pack strapped to his back. The maned wolf next to him seemed to be weathering the heat much better without nearly as much panting.

“Micca, explain to me again why we’re out here?” said the maned wolf, watching the fox drink again. He was panting, tongue lolling from his muzzle as their pace slowed.

“Because I want to show you something, I think you’ll love it,” Micca replied.

“But, why this time of day? You’re clearly not doing so well in this heat.”

“I’m fine Enzo, as I said already. Thank you for your concern handsome,” the fox said, patting the wolf on his arm. “What I wanted to show you has a time table. But that doesn’t mean I didn’t build in time for a break or two. We might even be able to do that ‘thing’ you always wanted to try,” the fox chuckled, wiggling his eyebrows up at the maned wolf towering above him. Enzo’s ears flicked back in embarrassment as he ducked his head.

“N-n-now? H-here?” he said, looking away in embarrassment.

“Relax Enzo, the spot I have in mind is a secret and can’t be seen from the trail. Besides, there’s no one around for miles and the parking lot was empty too.”

“Micca, we’re not supposed to go off trail.”

“We aren’t! It’s a wildlife track, barely noticeable unless you walk this all the time. You’ll see!”

“That’s still off trail, Micca.”

“Is it really?”

“Yes, Micca.”

“But is it though?”

Enzo gave up arguing the point, he knew Micca wouldn’t relent. They walked on for another half an hour before Micca stopped suddenly, looking up and down the trail to confirm there was no one before pulling back some brush to reveal what was a worn path clearly made from wildlife.

“Alonzie, Alonzo!” chirped the fox as he grabbed Enzo by the hand and pulled him into the trees and down the trail.

“You’ve been watching too much Dr Who again,” Enzo groused, cursing as a low branch thwacked him in the earl.

“There's no such thing as too much!” Micca yipped back, having noticeable less trouble than the wolf with the tight brush. Low branches and leaves slapped at their arms and legs as they traversed the hidden path. The scent of moist and decaying leaves was prominent but the bushy fox tail that kept waving before him wafted fox musk into the mix. It was spicy and enticing, and having to squat low to follow the fox had placed their pert and bouncy rear in Enzo’s foremost view. For the first time in this hike he began to pant and it had nothing to do with the heat. Soon enough a sweet flowery smell began to waft into the space between them and light was gradually growing brighter. They must be close to exiting this little path.

The trees fell away and as Micca stepped to the side, Enzo’s breath was taken away by the largest field of wildflowers he had ever seen. Now that he was out of the trees, the wind swept past his nose carrying with it the fragrance of the flowers. It was a myriad of both sweet and dusky, cloying and refreshing. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath through his nose. As he exhaled, the fox next to him chuckled. Only then did Enzo notice Micca was still holding his hand.

“Beautiful isn’t it? I found it by accident one day when I was looking for a place to whiz. Come on, there’s an old log I used to sit on over here,” he said, gently leading his tall friend to the spot. As they sat Micca set their pack down and stretched out their paws, splaying their bare toes in the air. “God I love how a good hike feels. I missed this place.”

“This place… it’s beautiful. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like it that wasn’t a photo,” Enzo marveled. And then he stopped and a chuckle began to roll out that grew louder and louder.

“Micca, I can’t believe you found this place because you were looking for a spot to piss.”

“Yeah, I know. But it’s not like I could just lift my leg on a tree like you can, big boy.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“There’s only one thing I can think of that would make this view better, “ said the fox.

“Oh?” Asked Enzo. When he looked over to his fox friend he had a sly smile on this face. As he held Enzo’s gaze he slowly worked his hands down to his sides to his shorts before coming back up his stomach to his chest. Fingers traced over the mostly concealed mastectomy scars to his nipples. Micca pinched the flesh, rolling it beneath his deft claws as he moaned. Enzo’s heart began to flutter, beating nervously as he scanned the field around them nervously before locking eyes back on his fox friend.

“I believe the view would be much better with you down between my thighs servicing my dick like a good boy,” a light growl issuing from his throat. “Don’t you agree, Enzo?”

Enzo blushed furiously beneath his fur as he swallowed loudly. He could feel his rod surging forward beneath his shorts as he watched Micca’s hands once again trail down his chest. Claws raked through the fox’s wild and dark russet treasure trail, teasing around his waist band for a moment for dipping into his shorts. Micca gasped and grunted as they stroked themself until Enzo could no longer handle it. He quickly shed his pack and fell to his knees before Micca. His paws on Micca’s thighs, he pushed the foxes thighs apart and leant forward. It was clumsy as Micca was still stroking themself but Enzo found his nose drawn to the forest of pubic fur that ran up and down Micca’s flat stomach. His nose twitched as he huffed in his scent, licking and kissing his stomach, teeth cobbing the fur there as the fox shivered beneath him.

Enzo’s large black furred hands roamed up and down the small fox’s sides and thighs as he grew more and more frenzied with his ministrations. Enzo’s nose traveled up Micca’s belly, up along his breast breastbone and clavicle, over to his underarms as Micca threw an arm behind his head and cursed. And suddenly, in a flash, Enzo briefly kissed Micca deeply. Pulling the Fox up off the log to stand with strong demanding paws before returning to his knee. He looked Micca in the eyes as he teased and nipped at the waistband, causing the fox to set a hand on the back of his head and bite his lip. Enzo pushed Micca’s paws away, kissing down his treasure trail and huffing against the fox as those paws slowly pulled the shorts down. Those shorts didn’t even make it down his thighs before Enzo’s long tongue licked up against his swollen and enlarged slit. The small member was welcomed into the wolf’s muzzle as the fox yipped loudly, his small and tugging Enzo’s head fur savagely as he ground his mound into the eager maw.

Enzo pulled away, leaving Micca’s swollen cock exposed and throbbing in the wind as Enzo breathed deeply the scent of horny, dripping, sweaty, musky fox. Micca’s cock had been steadily growing longer through his months of hormone therapy, gradually growing up and away from his front hole. He’d been insecure about it at first, hiding himself from Enzo. The wolf had made it a point to worship Micca, to show him how proud he was of his fox. The maned wolf reveled in the scent of it all as he kneeled there the fox. The dirt beneath his forepaws, the rustic scent of the surrounding pines and cedar trees, the sweet bloom of the field of wildflowers to his back, and the heavy scent of musk wafting out from his boyfriends dripping anatomy. Micca had to be fully hard, their dick stretching out two inches in length and throbbing with need. As Enzo looked up, he couldn’t help but throb at how hot his friend was. Every forward step in their transition to who they truly were had brought with it higher levels of self confidence in the fox. He always was and would be hot but the easy nature by which Micca told him “Now suck my dick like a good boy I know you are,” as he sat there throbbing made Enzo dizzy with lust. The maned wolf dipped his muzzle forward and as his tongue contacted Micca’s cock once again, the fox tugged Enzo’s mane with a gasp.

“Good boy,” he groaned out. “Just like that.”

To Enzo it smelled as though Micca had been throbbing and dripping ready for a good portion of their hike. The fox was soaked in the intoxicating musk and salty sweat, fur matted where his shorts had once been.. Enzo pulled back for a moment, stroking the small dick between two fingers.

“You were really horny huh? Get an injection recently?” asked Enzo.

“Yeah,” Micca groaned and gasped. “Fuck Enzo, you get better and better at this.”

“Practice makes perfect and all that,” he rumbled, vibrations traveling up his tongue as it flicked lower. He snaked out his long tongue and swiped in along the folds immediately below the foxes dick, periodically dipping his tongue deep causing Micca to throw their head back. As the maned wolf set to their task on their squirming and moaning fox, he reached down with one of his paws to free himself from his shorts. Enzo had chosen to go commando for their hiker and the river of pre he was dripping was beginning to soak through his shorts as he began to knot up in his sheath. Suddenly, a footpaw pushed his hand away from his sheath as he looked up with curious eyes.

“Bad boy,” Micca said, shaking their head. “You save that for later.” As Enzo’s ears dropped in dismay, Micca followed with, “it will be worth it, I promise. Now, get back to servicing Daddy, I’m close to finishing.”

Micca was moaning and yipping as Enzo serviced him, paw pinching his nipples as he watched the maned wolf scrunch his muzzle against his flesh. His hand grabbed at Enzo’s mane and pulled him down and then up, forcing his maleness through his muzzle and crushing his nose against his pubes. After a few moments, Micca was letting out little yips and growling all sorts of obscenities down at Enzo.

“I’m close, right there. Yeah, yeah… right there!” Within moments Enzo found two hands on the back of his head forcing him deeper into the fox's pubes. The small dick was pushed as deep as possible within his muzzle as it was beginning to throb and twitch. Enzo swirled his tongue 360 degrees around the entire head of the fox’s cock. Micca’s thighs clamped around his head, the fox hunching down as he threw his head back in a loud barking yip. Every throb on his tongue was matched by a twitch in the thighs crushing his muzzle.

Eventually, Micca shuddered into a relaxed position, spasming with each swirl of Enzo’s tongue on his overly sensitive flesh before he pushed his maned wolf friend away. Enzo fell back onto his heels and panted up at the fox, drool and genital fluids dripping off his tongue. Enzo’s heart was beating rapidly, muzzle fur messy and matted with Miccas sweat and fluids. The maned wolf’s cock throbbed in furious abandon as pre dripped down his rod, along his sheath, down his nuts, and into his shorts. As Enzo panted, Micca stuck out a foot paw and pressed it to Enzo’s crotch, allowing the member to slip between the velvet soft fur of his toes for a moment. Enzo, whined as he grabbed the paw and ground up greedily with a roarking bark, looking at Micca with a desperate plea. He was almost beyond the capability for words in his need to get off.

“Poor boy,” Micca laughed at him. He pulled his paw back and held it up in front of him to examining the strings of pre strung between his toes. The fox then smiled wickedly, shoving the paw unceremoniously at Enzo’s muzzle. The maned wolf whimpered as a particularly voluminous spurt of precum lanced out and across the ground. He rubbed his muzzle against the paw and whined, waiting for the order from Micca.

“Be a good boy and clean up your mess for Daddy.”

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Micca’s head poked out from the brush, looking up and down the main trail to ensure the coast was clear before the two men stepped from the hidden path. The maned wolf now had his t-shirt tucked into the front waistband of his shorts, Enzo trying to hide the wet spot that was spreading. It was a meager attempt to hide the pool of pre he had leaked while servicing Micca in the field and the fox tutted at him. Micca reached back as they walked, fingers teasing the wolf and keeping his cock hard in his shorts. As a result, his cock was still throbbing in need with no signs it would be beginning to deflate any time soon. Enzo licked his lips and shuddered as Micca’s paws teased his swollen testicles.

“I can still smell you on my muzzle,” The maned wolf muttered. “It's intoxicating and your fingers are driving me nuts.”

“Good,” Micca said, reaching back to grab Enzo by his sheath and rubbing him through his shorts. Micca could tell he was still semi hard but that was rapidly changing as he teased the leggy man. “And I’m playing with your nuts, I’m not driving them anywhere.” Enzo was practically dancing from paw to paw with need to breed at this point. He couldn’t imagine how he would feel or even function by the time they made it to the overlook.

“I have a surprise for you at the overlook, but you gotta avoid cumming on the way there. You think you can do that big boy?”

Enzo whimpered and nodded.

“Use your words, I asked if you could do that for me? What do we say to Daddy?

“Yes, Sir,” Enzo said, looking away. Micca’s paw reached up and gripped his throat, claws raking through the fur there.

“That’s a good boy,” Micca cooed. “I guess I can give you one gift now. Afterall, you’ve been such a good puppy.” Micca reached into his back and flushed out a black leather collar and leash. Enzo flushed like mad but his only reply was a whine. Wordlessly he dipped down to allow Micca to fasten the caller around his neck, murring as it was tightened. Micca didn’t see a word, merely smirked and walked forward. The leash pulled taught for only a moment before Enzo followed along.

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The pair crested the trail to the overlook right on time. Once again the trees fell away but as they came upon the lookout they found a valley below with a west facing view. As Micca had promised Enzo, the lookout was completely devoid of anyone else as they padded over to the rail to look below.

“It’s pretty,” Enzo said simply, taking in the view as his nose twitched in the wind. He couldn’t go far with the leash he was attached to. “The air is so clean out here, I love it.”

“Yeah, it is. The secret about this spot is when the sun sets. It sets the stone of the valley awash with light before the stars come out. This is dark sky country, if the clouds cooperate you’ll be able to see the milky way with your naked eye.”

“Really?”

“Really really! It's unfortunate we won’t be staying late enough for that. Anyway, follow me,” said the fox as he wandered to the far side of the lookout, dragging Enzo with him. Micca led him to a spot where the railing had ended and a bench was set beneath a tree. As he shed his pack, Micca stepped up onto the bench and looked over his shoulder beckoning the maned wolf over to the bench. Enzo followed behind shedding his pack as well before softly wrapped his arms around Micca. The fox tugged his leash, causing Enzo to whine submissively. With their height difference offset by the bench, it was easy for Enzo to nuzzle into MIcca’s neck fur.

Micca had been right, there was not a soul for miles and they had the whole vantage to themselves. The fox had also timed it perfectly as the sun was just on the verge of setting. Enzo’s nuzzling has turned into neck grooming then licking, his arms moving up and down Micca. Black socked wolf paws roamed from his slight pecs to his flat stomach, along his throat and jaw, and then gradually teasing along the waist of Micca’s shorts. Enzo hasn’t been allowed to go soft the remainder of their hike and he was horny enough to hump the air into cumming without touching himself. The only thing stopping him was Micca’s orders and the teasing digitis teasing his nuts.

Enzo heard no resistance from Micca as his fingers began dipping into his shorts. Long fingers found what he wanted and began to massage Micca’s dick once again, rubbing his fingers up and down both sides of his member. It caused Micca to shiver violently as all his fur stood on end and he moaned. As he did so Enzo gently bit his shoulder and pressed forward to grind his yet to be used member through the velvet soft fur on the foxes thighs, catching on the fabric of his shorts. Micca looked between his legs to see the long red rod pushing between his legs, throbbing and twitching with need.

“What? When did you-” began the fox, shocked his friend had already removed his shorts. He tugged on the leash, trying to get Enzo’s attention. All he received was a growl, those wandering paws pushing shorts down svelte hips. Stepping back to let the shorts fall past his heavy cock, Enzo let the shorts fall to the bench before returning to grind his knotted member between sweat slicked thighs. The only thing larger than Enzo’s heart was the massive rod pushing between Micca’s legs. His hips began to thrust as he lost control, shuddering as he nibbled down on Micca’s neck.

“Heel boy! Down!” Micca growled, tugging that leash. Enzo still thrust away ,huffing hot and humid breaths into Micca’s neck and lost to the lust. The fox grinned evilly, their plan had worked. Enzo was so worked up he was beyond coherent thought. Micca, reached down between their legs, thin fingers dancing on the tip of Enzo’s turgid rod. The maned wolf tensed and froze as delicate fox paws danced along his tip causing a huge surge or precum to lance out and drench Micca’s fingers. His hand pulled away for a moment, watching as the next shot sailed 2 meters away towards the edge of the overlook. Enzo shuddered and thrust his knot between Micca’s thighs, grinding it there as the fox flexed his glutes and caused the wolf to grunt and shudder. Micca’s hand returned once again, wet fingers spreading the film of precum around Enzo’s fat hard cock as the wolf grunted and whined. Those same fingers began to gently guide the rod up to the sweltering hot vice between his thighs just below his swollen dick.

Right here, right now, he wanted his friend to fill him to the brim while the sun set. To take his friend to the knot in broad view of anyone who may happen upon the lookout. After just a few thrusts Micca yipped and shuddered in orgasm, squeezing down on Enzo’s cock. Enzo had continued pounding Micca from behind, hands on his hips. It was like he hadn't even noticed the fox spasming on his dick, his shaft thrusting with wet and musky abandon. The wolf growled into the nape of Micca’s neck, claws gripping Micca’s sides with ferocious strength. The squelching noise of Enzo’s cock could be heard all around the lookout as he tried to bury himself inside Micca. After the endless teasing Micca had provided along the way, the maned wolf was working with a rather short fuse, trying desperately to squeeze his knot within the tight folds of Micca’s front hole. The shaft alone had been large enough to be uncomfortably large and deep for the fox, but the wolf showed no sign of stopping any time soon.

Enzo was snarling into his neck as his tennis ball sized knot had begun to stretch him wide. Micca was starting to questioning the wisdom of teasing his mate for long, but fuck if it didn’t feel amazing. The pain was like icing on an orgasm cake as Micca spasmed in pleasure every dozen or so thrusts, that giant knot stretching him wider. The slop of their combined fluids dripped down between their thighs where they joined, soaking the park bench below in a sick mess. Enzo had stretched Micca to the point where a third of his knot was now stretching him wide, that pointed tapered tip poking him deeper than ever before. Micca brought a curious paw down to their abdomen and gasped in wonder as Enzo’s rod surging back and forth within him. There was a reason why they had never knotted before, Enzo was so fucking huge it was a challege for any male his own size but there was a not insignificant size disparity between himself and Micca. That’s why the fox has been stretching himself with gradually larger toys. Even still, the fox felt like he may as well have been a condom for the lanky wolf to wear. Enzo began to pull Micca into his thrusts, pushing the foxes hips forward as he withdrew himself before pulling desperately back against his thrusts. Enzo shuddered and groaned on the precipice of an orgasm, was doing his best to hold back and desperate to fit that knot within Micca.

“Enzo, do it,” Micca said, fluid soaked fingers rubbing over the wolf’s nose on his shoulder. “Do it for daddy, knot me.” Micca reached down between his legs and grabbed a hold of Enzo’s knot, holding him like a tennis ball as he pulled the cock close. Micca’s hold prevented Enzo from pulling back all the way as the fox instead pressed him harder against his nethers. Enzo grunted like a beast and thrust forward savagely in Micca’s grasp. The fox pulled hard on the knot he held in his hand and assisted Enzo in forcing the knot deeper. Both of them gasp as the knot suddenly slipped in. Enzo earned a high pitch ‘yip’ from the fox as he let out a loud, low, feral barking ‘roark.’ More barks and growls fell from the mouth of the maned wolf as the knot slid deeper into the fox with a squelching sound. Micca hadn't thought it was possible but Enzo seemed to swell even larger once his knot was successful in breaching his walls. The wolf’s cock throbbed and bounced within Micca as Enzo’s next couple of thrusts nearly took the fox off his feet.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. It’s too big, that was a mistake!” Micca yipped in panic. “Pull it out, pull it out!” He tried to pull away from Enzo, somehow removing some of the burden from inside his guts. It was a massive mistake, the fox instead yowled in pain as Enzo grunted in a high pitch. Micca suddenly found himself lifted from his feet as long arms wrapped tightly around him. Enzo pulled the fox harshly down onto his rod instead, firmly ensuring Micca remained knotted as the fox whimpered through tears. The maned wolf throbbed harder than he had in months of play between Micca and himself, emptying a frustrating week and an entire day's worth of teasing into his foxy friend's beautiful body. Micca looked down with a whimper and blinked away tears, his body shuddering involuntarily with each throb of that knot inside him.

As expected, the bulge of Enzo’s members outlined inside their abdomen began to lose its definition. Each throb brought with it a wave of warmth as the outline of Enzo’s cock lost its definition. Micca released Enzo’s knot root and reached down to his own dick, rubbing his cock between two fingers. A few strokes later his dick was throbbing as his insides clamped down hard on Enzo. Micca couldn’t help but to throw his hand behind his head with a curse, grabbing Enzo’s scruff then collar as he managed to expel a healthy amount of cum past the wolf’s knot.

Enzo was huffing Micca's neck into his neck as both he and Micca shuddered through the wolf’s earth shattering orgasm. When Enzo’s brain was finally flooded with relief, he opened his eyes to find the view before him had transformed. As Micca throbbed and clamped around his member, the valley was suddenly bathed in red light. The mountains and trees were indeed bathed in fire as Micca had said. It was beautiful, just like the fox in his arms.

He gently nuzzled into Micca’s neck, wordlessly holding Micca there as he watched the sun sink into the horizon. Breathing in deep the delightful smell of musky fox man, wildflowers, rustling trees, and the new smell of spilt cum coming from a veritable pool beneath the two. They just stood there, enjoying the sunset in peace until the orange globe sunk beneath the horizon. Only then did Micca attempt to pull free from Enzo’s massive cock. He grimaced as the knot tugged on him, unwilling to leave its new found home. Afterall, the fleshy bulb had only just now been able to explore the fox’s depths. Light was fading fast but there was still enough to make out the glistening mess Enzo had made of his crotch.

Eventually, Enzo’s rod did soften enough to pull free of Micca and the fox sagged in his arms as the monster of a cock slid free. Streamers of cum and his own fluids connected Micca to Enzo’s cock. The strings only broke between them as Micca turned around and reached up to pet Enzo’s face. The fox then reached for Enzo’s leash and pulled him down into a deep kiss, turning his muzzle as it met with the wolf’s. Enzo has returned to the submissive man Micca had known, whimpering softly into the kiss as he looked down on the fox. It was easy to see that the wolf was concerned he had hurt the fox in his enthusiasm to knot him. Micca smiled, pulling him to the bench by his leash as he sat there. As cum dripped from Micca he smirked at Enzo before spreading his thighs once again. Strings of pearly seed stretching from their thighs before snapping, pools of the stuff dripping through the slats in the bench as they glistened in the fading light.

“Lorenzo, be a good boy for Daddy,” he said, pulling the maned wolf to his knees with a tug of the leash. “Clean up the mess you made.”