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I stuck my head out the passenger side window and inhaled. The cool, salty air invaded my nostrils. A few cars riding along with us honked for me to stick my head back in. I chuckled to myself, I never knew why my species did it. Well, I know the reason, but it was still that quirky thing you see other children do, and the occasional adult. I just couldn't help myself with the sea that close. I love the smell of the ocean, it was such a calming scent. No surprise why I want to go into Marine Bio, I want to be able to come to the sea for work. Obviously, that won't happen as much, I'd be spending a lot of the time in a lab and writing papers, at least the route I'm going. But besides that, it'd still be centered around the sea.

I heard rumbling from next to me. "You're the only fox I know that sticks his head out of the window," Travis laughed.

I dropped back into my seat. I swiveled my ears towards the black wolf to negate any wind from the open window. "Other foxes are so self-centered and crass. I hold myself to a different standard." I straightened my invisible tie with a sly grin.

"Mhmm," he scoffed. "Man all of you foxes are crazy."

"But you love me so," I waved him on.

He put up air quotes. "Love."

"Whatever. You're last boyfriend was a fox wasn't he? Is that why you don't like us?"

"Well not all foxes steal TV's when they get kicked out," white teeth shown against his black muzzle. "You'll just steal some of my food. Which I can let slide. For a little bit."

I wagged my tail. "A small price to pay for being in my company."

We both laughed and continued the car ride in silence, only really talking when we saw something cool or heard a song on the radio we both liked. Travis was an amazing singer, he auditioned for American Idol every year. And he always walks out with a smile, even if he knew he wouldn't get in. He was just that type of guy. Which is why I liked hanging out with him so much. He counteracted all of the negative energy that flows through my body. But I'm somewhat funny so it doesn't matter all too much.

Although, tonight I was a little bit happier than usual. It had been a while since Travis and I were able to go to the beach at night, make a small bonfire, and just talk. We used to do it a lot, almost once or twice a week depending, but then he got into a relationship with this fox. And his fox was very jealous of me, which I never really understood, I already have a boyfriend and Travis and I have been friends for years. If we wanted to fuck, it would have happened already. I mean, I did have some feelings for him, at first. But those died away somewhat quickly.

Finally, we pulled into the familiar sandy lot. My tail wagged as I burst out of the car and felt the cool sand between my toes. The salty air swept across the half sand, half asphalt parking lot, wrapping it's gentle breeze around me. The moon was large and round, hanging in the sky watching over the ocean. Mangrove and palm trees lined the parking lot, creating two walls of leaves and bark, trapping every car that came to park. The fallen mangrove leaves crunched under my weight as I opened the back door of Travis's truck, grabbing our towels. He opened the back door on his side and took out the food and bag full of sundries and miscellaneous items. There was no light, save for the one over the shower to wash the sand off after. The stars above were out and vibrant, I could even make out a few constellations. It almost felt surreal.

"Sam," Travis was already walking towards the small path between the mangrove trees, "You coming or what?"

I hollered back and sprang up next to him, walking through the trees out to the small, wooden bridge, to the jetty. I missed this place. The sand curved around the water like a crescent moon, long grasses lined the sand near the mangrove trees. There was a long pier that hugged the left side of the jetty, following it out towards the deeper water and cutting off a little after the sand ended. The right side stretched out towards the more tourist-flooded area is. Outside bars with stringy lights were playing music along side the club. I could faintly hear what song it was, but it was too far away, even for my satellite-dishes for ears.

Travis and I continued to walk until we got to a small dip closer to the water, where we'd have more privacy from passerby's who might not like the idea of a bonfire (someone has called the police on us before). At least here, with a sand wall behind us, and the water in front of us, only people from the pier could see us. Well, they would be able to see the fire.

He built the bonfire, telling me to stay put while he goes to grab wood. I set out the towels and the food. It wasn't so windy that sand would get onto the food or the towels wouldn't fly away, but the breeze was light enough to make it enjoyably cool. When he got back, we both built the fire together, him lighting it and me getting the food ready. He took the hotdogs and set them on a pan as I watched with anticipation and an empty stomach.

"Alright. Let those guys sit for bit and in the meantime," he said with a toothy grin, "I have a surprise."

I perked my ears as he dug in the bag and pulled out a bottle of flavored vodka. I chuckled at his child like smile. "Oh, it's going to be that type of night."

He nodded his head and opened the bottle. He tipped the bottle up and took a swig, baring his teeth and shaking his head when he was done. "Shit. Damn, be careful. Dude said it was strong."

I laughed and took the bottle. The warm, spicy liquid fell down my throat, tickling my stomach and settling in warm bliss. I took another swig and handed it back to him. "Not too bad."

"You say that now," he smiled.

He was right. I could feel myself swaying in the light breeze, and I know there was a stupid smile on my face that I couldn't shake. Half the bottle was gone and I think he was feeling it too. He kept looking at me and smiling at random times when we were quiet. He did take off his shirt, and his shorts, leaving him in boxers. He'd gotten bigger arms and more defined muscle, probably his training he does at the gym he works at. I was used to it, I've seen him naked before, not sexually. When we were younger we'd just change in front of each other sometimes. It was nothing big, we're friends. I joined him shirtless because I love the feeling of this breeze on my fur, but I was tentative to take my shorts off.

"Hey," he sputtered out his words. "What happened to whosit? Dustin? Crustin?"

"Justin?"

"Yush."

I chuckled. "We're still together."

"Oh," his ears drooped a little but he perked up again. "Well, that's good. I need to find someone else."

"Hopefully one that lets you keep talking to me," I laughed.

His ears drooped again, but stayed down. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't want to lose you."

I smiled. "It's pretty hard to lose me. I'm annoying like that."

He had a toothy grin on his face and his tail was wagging. "Do you want to get in the water?"

"The water?"

He nodded quickly and stood up shakily. "Why not? It's been so long! Take off your shorts."

"My shorts? Why?"

He chuckled and dropped his, exposing himself to the jetty and me. His head was poking out of his sheathe a little, I don't think he noticed when he stared at me, waiting. I sighed and got up myself, almost stumbling over. I shrugged out of my shorts and peeled off my briefs. Naked and drunk, we walked a little ways to the water before Travis powerful arms wrapped around my waist. He picked me up and hefted me over his shoulder. He walked further into the water until it reached his waist and he threw me in. The water was cold, but not that cold. It felt amazing, though. I think it was because I was loaded.

I hopped out of the water, stumbling back and falling again while Travis laughed at me. After I regained myself, I lunged at the black wolf, barely able to see him if it wasn't for the light from the fire. I hugged him tight then tripped him with my leg to trip him into the water. He fell and I tried to steady myself unsuccessfully. I fell on my ass but I wasn't as drunk as Travis so I regained myself faster and started making my way towards the beach, wading through the water. Travis burst out of the sea with a huge grin on his face. It felt like I barely got a foot before he tackled me. He twisted so I'd land on him and he'd take the brunt of the fall, even though the water cushioned him. I think. We ended up in shallower water than what I thought we would.

We both laughed with each other, my muzzle buried in the fur in his neck. He held onto me, his paws releasing their power but still planted firmly on my lower back. I felt his hardness against my stomach and we both kind of just laid there together, laughing. I felt his paws moving up across my back, then down until they rested on my rear.

I whipped my head up and looked into his golden eyes. "Um, dude?"

"What?"

"You're-"

"I know."

"Why?"

"I just want to be with you, Sam."

"What? Since when?"

"For a while."

I didn't know what to say. I couldn't, I had a boyfriend. "Travis, I-"

He pulled my head down with a paw, keeping the other on my butt. Our lips touched and he let me pull away. I laid there, staring down at him. His eyes were still closed, lips still pursed. When the gold in his eyes shimmered from the moon above, his lips relaxed into a stupidly-cute, drunken toothy grin. The water was shallow, only coming up half way up his horizontal body, the waves splashed up against my thighs. I don't know what drove me, but my muzzle dipped down to kiss him again. His paws explored my body as we got more into the kiss, our hips gyrating against the other, tongues now intertwining. My paws started to feel up his chest, trying to squeeze any flesh but his body was so tight I could get a grip on anything. His paws landed on my rear, feeling closer to under my tail. I shuddered at one of his blunt claws, it made little circles on my hole. I sucked in a breath and grabbed the sides of his head, lips pressing against his. He played with me like that before sticking in his finger slowly.

"Like that?" he asked in response to my drawn out moan.

I could only nod and bite my bottom lip as he went deeper, rubbing my prostate. His other paw held me down by my lower back, desperately clutching at nothing. He withdrew his finger until it reached his claw, then he drove it back in. He did that several times, until he put two fingers together and stuck them in. He had big paws, and I felt a little bit of pain, but it was quickly replaced with tingles throughout my body. My muzzle burst open on it's own, I felt as if I couldn't control my body. I lifted my hips as much as I could, hoping his fingers could go deeper. Even though they were already as deep as they could go.

When he withdrew his fingers, my hips fell and I could feel his fully-hard cock against my stomach. His paws landed on my butt again and he sat up straight before standing up with my arms wrapped around his neck. He looked at me and got up, almost dropping me and falling over himself. He laughed as he walked us back to the bonfire, his red cock bouncing under me. He slowly put me on my back on the towel, my legs wrapping around his waist.

He looked down at me and smiled and kissed me. It was a slow, passionate kiss. Our lips stayed together as our tongues continued to explore each other. His cock's thickness rubbed against my hole as he desperately grinded against me. I felt up his body again, taking in every hard, subtle curves of his muscles. Fuck, I just wanted him.

I think he heard me. Almost as soon as I thought it, he angled his girth above my tail which started to wrap around his waist. He started slow, his head pushing past my walls in a pleasurable sense of pain as the rest of him followed. He stopped when his knot touched my ass. He pulled away from the kiss and looked down at me, half of his body illuminated by the fire, one eye a deeper and more illuminated gold than the other. He started thrusting into me, balls slapping against me with an audible clap. My body writhed under him, strangely comfortable for how big he was.

He kept smiling down at me, watching me, then lost his smile and started looking back at his lower region. He humped harder his cock slicking almost all the way out, then slamming back in, doing that several times before he only came out half way and came back in faster. I tried to keep my muzzle shut but it had a mind of its own, opening and telling the world why he felt so good under his friend.

I was practically screaming at this point. Travis's hips started flying, I had never been fucked that hard before. I don't think my body knew what to do, it started to try and shift closer to him to get as much of the wolf as he could. His knot was trying to push past the tightness of my hole, but it wasn't working. But he kept on trying, breaking the flow of quick humps with powerful, slow thrusting. I was panting at this point but I held onto his shoulders and started gyrating my hips against his.

"Oh, shit," he moaned.

He dropped his muzzle down to my neck and clamped his muzzle around it. He didn't bite hard, but it was enough that I could feel every one of his teeth against the skin under my fur. His tongue started licking inside his muzzle, wetting the fur, making it easier to get to my skin. I wrapped my arms around him and looked up at the night sky. I couldn't stop my voice from ringing out in the dark, as much as I tried to. Even clamping my muzzle with my paw didn't work.

His thrusts started to get more frantic, and his breath quickened. I made a little show of moaning a little louder than before and he moved his muzzle from my neck to my collar bone, biting down. I grabbed the back of his neck with my paw, while the other clawed at his round ass as it kept slamming into me. He started growling, humping harder before his knot popped into me and he let out a throaty growl, or moan, I couldn't tell. As he came the grip from his muzzle lessened as he made the last futile attempts at humping.

We lay there together, panting, knotted, not knowing what to do. He was the first to move, slowly coming to look down at me for a quick second before kissing me again. It was a couple of slow, post-climax kisses that I longed for. When we let go, he smiled.

"Fuck," he chuckled. "I didn't think we were actually going to do it."

"Mmm," was the only thing I could respond. My whole body felt light, and I didn't think I could move. Except for my hips, when I tried moving those, a twinge of pleasure rushed through my spine at his still embedded cock.

"It was good, right?" Travis asked in earnest.

I smiled up at the wolf. "No, I just really wanted to scream like an idiot. Yes it was good."

"Ass."

He kissed me one more time and he pulled out his phone. "Well, we got like forty minutes until my knot goes down. Want to watch a movie?"

"Really? A movie?" I asked. He nodded with a stupid grin on his muzzle. I sighed. "Sure."

We obviously didn't finish it, but I was happy we didn't. It was a stupid western. Travis loved them, I don't think I've ever hung out with him and he didn't watch something western. It was annoyingly-cute, but after being friends with him for so long, it was more annoying than cute. But finally his knot had gone down enough that he could pull out. Small yips escaped as his cock flopped out, a small stream of cum following.

"Shit," he said, "that's actually pretty hot."

"Oh, shut up," I chuckled. "I can't even move right now."

He bent down to kiss me and smiled and whispered. "Did you like it?"

"You're just now asking?" I whispered back, holding his head in my paws.

He laughed nervously. "I didn't want to hear you say no."

"Really, Travis? No? You heard me screaming. Obviously I liked it, you dumb jock. I'm jealous that ex fox of yours got it nightly."

He let out a hearty laugh. "He's lucky he got it once a week. He was so annoying. Plus," he eyed me, "he kept me from you."

"You kept you from me," I said.

"It won't happen again," he said, his face losing the smile, becoming serious. "I promise, Sam. It will never happen again."

I rubbed the pad on my finger against his cheek ruff. "It better not."

He bent down and kissed me, and I accepted it with an open muzzle.