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It was long after midnight. The streets were empty and furs lay asleep in their bed. But not Kevin. The soft yellow light of his desk lamp illuminated his body. Sweat glistened on his white fur. If anyone were around, they'd hear his small moans, his yips of pleasure. But he was alone in his flat. The arctic fox's eyes were fixed at the screen in front of him. His right hand working rhythmically, pleasuring his manhood. His left hand was nestled between his legs, the fox's middle finger wiggling inside his rear.

With headphones fixed on his large ears, he listened to the fur huffing in the video. He was jealous. Not of his looks, but of his shameless pleasure to the thing Kevin was so embarrassed about. The video was clearly amateur. It featured a coyote, young like Kevin himself, 20 probably, maybe 21. The canine was pleasuring himself, but not In the way most males do.

The fox grunted as he felt his climax approaching, slowing his strokes to prolong his pleasure. The coyote was in a bathroom. The tiled white floor looked cold. But it probably was the best for an easy cleanup. It needed a cleanup. So did the coyote. The canine's waist and chest were covered in shit, smeared thoroughly into his fur. He was sitting on his knees, humping into the pile of waste he had released earlier in the video. His 8 inch cock showed little sign of its pink skin, as it was covered in chunks of filth. He slid through the pile, fucking his own feces, as he occasionally sniffed and licked a turd from his hand.

Kevin groaned as he released his prick, leaving his own canine cock to flop against his stomach. He took a deep breath and drew his finger from his bottom. It was always a confrontation. The smell was pungent, and the sight made him sick in his stomach. But it also made his dick throb harder than anything else. His white fur was tainted, dirty bits of shit clinging to his finger. Browne paste smudged in his fur.

Kevin wanted to be as free as the mammal he watched on the screen. The coyote cared not as he pushed his cock In a pile of shit, slurping up the disgusting scat, licking his hands to devour as much of the filth as he could. The fox calmed himself, a hand slowly rubbing his rock-hard prick. He moved the finger closer to his snout. The vulpine could handle the scent by now, in fact he loved it, taking deep breaths through his nostrils.

He could hear the coyote's moans getting louder, his breaths becoming irregular. He knew the drill, he had watched the vid many times. The arctic fox squeezed his 7 inches and in the burst of pleasure he kissed his digits. The bitter taste was always tough to overcome but he kept going, slurping and licking his messy finger. He closed his eyes, but he envisioned the video in his head, he knew the way the coyote sped up his thrusts, trembling as he spurted his seed onto the pile of mushed logs. The way his toes wriggled and his tail wagged.

And as he cleaned his digit, the fox squeezed behind his knot, inducing the desired effect. Cum sprayed from his prick, coating his chest, his muzzle and his desk. He'd check later if his computer was fine, he couldn't care less as he shuddered in his daze. He suckled on his finger. The post-orgasm mess was what he always dreaded. Kevin sighed, drooling as he checked his furred finger.

And now came the shame, the feeling of disgust. Sometimes he wondered if the canine felt it too, but the video ended quickly after the coyote came. The fox dragged himself to the shower, waiting for the water to get hot before he stepped in. The water cleared away his thoughts for a while at least. He washed the sweat cum and dirty thoughts from him. He couldn't wash away the image of the coyote in his head though. He always came back to that video for a reason. He knew that coyote. Their species have a tend to have a distinct fur pattern. This coyote was in one of his classes, he was sure. And one day, he always told himself, one day he would ask him out.