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Sun had gone down a moment ago, and the sunlight was slowly replaced by the Neon lights on the street until it was filled with a cacophony of colors. The streetlights and the signs were beautiful, yet, meretricious to tourist which warned them from wandering into this place. Despite the street was unattractive to newcomer, it summoned the furries who knew this city to wander and spent their money for entertainment to relief the stress from their work. Nighttime was the best mask for every furry. No one knew where each other was from, neither were they willing to mention. Furries from poor to millionaire inside the city were all mixed up in this one street just to find excitement and relief from their daily lives.

Among these furries, and among these bars and clubs, a fox sat inside a bar with his brushy orange tail hanging down like he had just lost a good fortune. He looked at the beer bottles and sighed before he took another gulp of the half-done beer in his hand.

As the fox put the bottle upside down on his muzzle, a black wolf came up from behind.

“Hey Jeremy!”

Foxolin turned around and greeted the black wolf with a weary smile.

“Hey … Lang.”

“W … what’s going on bro? What happened.”

Foxolin gave another sigh before he finished his third bottle of beer. He gave the muscular wolf a good long sight, then slowly opened his muzzle.

“I …”

His mouth stopped mid-way. He felt his own shame stuck in his throat preventing him from saying. The black wolf watched him carefully. He slowly, but gently out his arm on his best friend’s wide shoulder, then said

“It’s alright. You don’t have to.”

Lang’s tail wagged in a small angle as he realized Jeremy didn’t notice his arm.

Foxolin slurped down another mouthful of beer before he said.

“Thanks, my man … you are the best.”

Foxolin’s face was slightly redden by the alcohol, however, he still called for more beer. Without even a word, Lang knew what that means, he grabbed one of the beers Foxolin ordered and took a big gulp.

“Huh?”

Foxolin looked at Lang in surprise, then the coming action touched him to his heart.

“I don’t know what happened, but seems like you need that really badly, so … beer is on me, drink all you want buddy.”

Foxolin perked his ears and stared at the black wolf for a few seconds before giving him a big hug. The fox, with his tail wagging frantically, said with sorrow.

“Thank you … thank you Lang …”

Lang felt his shoulder got wet a little. He held the fox’s head tight as he felt the sobbing. He couldn’t stand to see him cry – he couldn’t stand to see the furry, who he admired so much, sobbed in front of him. The black wolf gave a bitter smile as he caressed the fox’s wide muscular back. Their action attracted some other furries in the bar, and some of them were even gave them a look in disgust, but he did care any of it. Nothing was more important than to keep this fox happy.

A moment later, when he felt the fox had finally calm down, he pated the fox and let go of him.

“Alright big guy. It’s time to drink and forget the things!”

“Yeah, you are right.”

Foxolin wiped out the last bit of tear from his eyes, then held up his beer

“Let’s drink!”

As they were having their fifth beer served, the bartender excused himself from serving the duo as he had his shift done for the day, then a panther walked out to replace his position. Foxolin, albeit he was half drunk, stared at the panther and slowly spoke out her name.

“Mrs. … whitewood?”

The panther also gave the same respond when she was the fox.

“Mr. … Foxolin …”

“You know each other?”

Lang’s tail stopped as he saw their reaction.

“Yeah I went to her house …”

“He took care of my son before …”

The two said at the same time as if they knew each other for a long time. Lang felt like he had eaten a lemon for no reason. He flattened his pointy ears while giving a smile of courtesy to greet the panther.

“Well, hello lady, I’m Lang. This stupid fox’s best friend.”

“Hey! Who’s … urp … stupid fox … urp”

The burp was right on time which made the fox sound even more funny. Lang laughed out loud immediately.

“HAHAHA … Jeremy … that was perfect HAHAHA!! … urp …”

“S-stop it … urp … how old are you?! Cut it off, you … urp … brag!”

“HAHAHA!!”

The black wolf took another gulp before he calmed himself down. He turned to the panther

“So, um what’s your name panther lady?”

The panther chuckled and said

“I’m Ashley nice to meet you, and you want some more beers?”

Lang looked at the beer bottle in his hand, then he looked at the drowsy fox.

“No, we are good, and by the way this guy is Jeremy. I think he doesn’t mind being called by you like that.”

“Oh, Thanks, and here’s the bill.”

Lang, without looking at the bill, pulled out a stack of cash on the receipt.

“No change.”

Then he gave the panther a long meaningful glance before he said.

“Take good care of my guy, if you have chance, Ashley.”

The panther blushed feverishly and stared at the wolf with surprise.

“It’s all on your face, lady.”

Lang said before he picked up Foxolin and left the bar. When he left the bar, he looked at the fox, who began snoring, and mumble to himself.

“Take good care of him … Heh.”

He laughed at himself with a sense of pain. Lang didn’t know why he felt that, but he knew what it is.

The big black wolf carried his furry friend onto a taxi with a little effort. Despite his body had a similar build to the fox, having to carry huge body to squeeze into a tiny room wasn’t an easy job for him, however, with the help of the driver, he managed to put the fox into the taxi.

“…”

Buildings, signs, and streetlights passed through Lang’s eyes, however, nothing left in his eyes. Despite he was half drunk, his brain still couldn’t get over the conversation happened earlier. He wondered the relationship between Jeremy and Ashley, he wondered where the sour feeling was coming from in his heart, and he wondered why he there was a pain inside him when he foresaw his best mates marry the panther. He surely admired and respect him, but he also knew very well that he had absolutely no affection to other male – at least he didn’t feel them that way. He had had girl friends just like Jeremy did, and he felt love for them as well, but none of them gave him this feeling – the horrid of the fox leaving him.

“… Sir, we arrived.”

Lang was startled by the tarsier driver as his thought was disturbed. He flattened his ears

“Oh, heh, sorry.”

After moving the muscular fox out of the taxi, the big black wolf carried the fox into elevator and went all the way up to his apartment. When he finally found his key and opened the door, he carefully stepped into his apartment as there was no light at all. With the help of the light from street and having his coffee table flipped over, he finally put the fox onto the couch. The couch was obviously too small for the fox as his body had covered the whole couch even with his legs stuck out of it. Lang looked the sleeping fox with his black paw touching ground after he put it back on his belly a few times, he chuckled and sigh

“Alright, alright I will get bigger one for big stud like you.”

Then he walked to the window and sat on the narrow ledge before he opens it. The cacophony from the street rampaged and filled his apartment immediately. The traffic lights turned green then red again. Cars came and gone into and out of the countless streetlights and signs on the streets. The sky was polluted by the lights and leaving few stars among the ever-changing moon on the sky. Tonight, the moon soaked itself half into darkness and left another half for the furries, who never cared, down below.

Lang turned his face leaving his right face into the light and his left into shadow. He stared at the sleeping fox. The black wolf stretched his thick muscular arm and flexed his bicep. His muscular body reminded the first time Foxolin talked to him in gym and guided him through the progress. The talk became their friendship, and it accumulate with the hardship they faced and the help he received from the fox. To Lang, the fox is his brother – his hero. He respected him as he admired him. He didn’t want to lose him as he wanted the fox to stay at his back walked in his shadow. Imagining Foxolin found a new relationship and kept him distance suffocated him.

Lang walked up to the sleeping fox and kneeled in front of the couch. He held the black paw up sniffed it, then put it on his head pretend the fox was petting him. He felt his tail wagged vigorously, and he could tell his crotch was slowly getting tight in the pants.

“…”

The big black wolf, with scare and excitement, nuzzled the big paw as he slowly unzipped his pants. His breath went heavily every moment and his heart raced faster and faster. He felt a deep sense of guilt, yet, it satisfied him when he exposed his half flaccid cock into the cold air. The big wolf put the fox’s paw on his member and gave it a few coquettish strokes. The sensation was enrapturing that made him whine and moan in pleasure. He kept the fox’s paw rubbed against him until his cock had fully grown before he undid the fox’s pants.

Lang giggled as he saw Foxolin’s flaccid cock. The little fox did not a knot like a normal canine, but – from what Lang heard from rumors – canine penis without knot tend to be a better shooter. Rather the rumors were true or not, Lang only felt himself panting heavier, not from lust or curios, from to excitement of danger. He needed to be gentle and careful not to wake up the fox while he was satisfying himself. The wolf, hesitated for a good moment, slowly and softly touched the penis.

“hm…”

The fox’s quiet moan startled him. His tail stood straight up which hurts, but he could also feel the heart rate went faster and faster. Adrenaline flushed into his brain encouraged him to take a bigger step. The wolf pushed his fingers deeper into the fox’s underwear and felt his balls. The size was impressive and probably bigger than his. The handful of fluffiness and softness made him even more admire this furry which slowly turned into crave. He could feel his cock throb with excite.

The wolf couldn’t wait and pulled down the underwear to expose the monster beneath. A fox with a perfectly muscular body, smooth beautiful fur, and a delicious size manhood laid in front of Lang. He envied the fox, yet, he admired him – he craved for an immaculate body like him. He wiped off his imagined saliva before he grabbed both their penis together. He had no experience with another male before, but as a male he knew very well how to please his sex.

He grinned. His paws grabbed onto the growing cock and playfully rubbed the tip. Soft moan came out of Foxolin’s mouth even when he was sleeping. Lang kept moving his hand until the little fox stood in full length. The wolf gasped quietly as he saw the massive tool. The black wolf held onto the 10 inches monster with both paws, and, despite his paws were the same size as the fox does, he could barely cover every length of him. His redden face grew even more obvious and he slapped his own cock onto the fox’s cock. Albeit Foxolin didn’t have knot, he was obviously longer than the him by an inch or two, and, with the huge manhood exposed, Lang, with his sensitive nose, could easily smell the strong musk from the fox. He had never been this aroused for a long time - probably except his first time with a female –, and he couldn’t stop now.

He held both of their cocks together, another soft moan came out of the fox’s muzzle.

“Hm …”

The fox moved his body with a comforted face. His tail wagged in a slight angle. He likes it too, Lang thought. With a grinned on his face, Lang carefully sit on the fox, then began to move his hips bit by bit to stimulate the sexual process like he usually did to other females.

“Hmm…”

He gave out a low groan. The warmth in the cool air comforted his throbbing cock and made him long for more of the feeling. His most sensitive skin touched the one he admired. The thrill and the pleasure made him shiver in joy.

“Hmm… ahh…”

The big muscular wolf let out his moan as their balls touched. The feeling was enrapturing and electrified his brain. He wanted more; He crave for more. He put his other paw down to hold more of their length to touch each other. He could feel his wide back stretching his shirt even further as he felt the intense pleasure from their touch. There was no turning back now, he was for too into this, the wolf thought to himself as he watched the fox’s cock throbbed under his own.

His nostril puffed out hot breath before he moved his hip more violently. The movement stretched their foreskin to back, pulling their tip out.

“Ahh … mmm”

Despite Lang had his mouth shut, his groan and moan still escaped from him. He thrusted into his paw harder and harder. The sensation consumed his mind with ecstasy. Each pull released him from the stretching skin and teased him to thrust in; each push stretched him and electrified him with pleasure; each touch of their hefty balls gave him the warmth from the fox he admired.

“Hmm … Jeremy …”

The black wolf felt himself began to ooze out pre cum. He opened his eyes and looked down, then he gasped. The rumors were real, he thought as he saw the huge wet spot on the fox’s clothes. Their juice mixed together, but Lang could tell that more than half of their juice was not him because he knew very well, he wouldn’t make such an impressive amount by himself.

“Ahh … hmm …”

He squeezed their cock tighter together and thrusted with more strength. He could hear the fox’s slow moan among the snores, and he could have wake him up, but he didn’t care. He loved this moment, and all he wanted is to reach orgasm for both of them.

More and more pre juice oozed out of their tip. The musk in the room went heavier and heavier. The two massive cock rubbed each other faster and faster with their balls sway and touched. Lang panted as his movement got more intense.

“Ha … ha … ahh…”

Back and forth, back and forth, the black wolf put his big paw on the fox’s chest to feel his thick muscular pecs before he let out moaning.

“Ahh … hmm…”

His knot went out of his sheath as it was swelling. He craved for more as he felt the base of his cock getting heavier every second. His knot swelled and swelled until it was the size of his fist. He was very close to his orgasm, but before his ejaculation, he heard some liquid splash onto something.

He opened his eyes just to see the fox was shooting his cum all over himself. The thick strips of white milk drew lines after lines on the thin fabric that covered his muscular body. Lang, without much thought, thrusted in and out a few times before he stuck out his tongue and shot his load.

The great pleasure electrified him and made him shiver. He closed his eyes so that he could concentrate on the orgasm. The warm, sticky fluid slid from the tip of his cock through his fingers to his knot. The itching made him yelp and whine and rubbed his cock against the fox’s cock before the pleasure was over. The wolf looked at the huge mess. Despite the darkness, he could see their cum were everywhere in the living room. Pools of cum were formed on the floor in front of the couch and on the side – which was still dripping; on Jeremy’s face and clothes; on most surface of the couch. Lang was stunned by the among of cum they shot especially he could see the there was still some sperm oozing out from the tip Jeremy’s cock. The scene was impressive, however, as his head cooled down, he realized how painful it will be to clean up the mess. Canine was expert in finding things through smell, and musk was like fireworks in a dark silence room.

“…”

Lang pressed on the couch, and he could feel something soaked his palm. He sniffed his palm, and a strong sense of mask billowed into nostril. The big black wolf sighed; he was not going to get away with this.

While Lang was scaffolding a theory in his brain to solve the situation, he caught a tiny reflection from in front, then his tail dropped and almost had it between his legs. The fox was awaked.

“J-jeremy … I-I …”

However, before Lang could say anything, he got pulled by the fox’s thick strong arm into a hug. Then he felt a big warm paw caressing his head, then a drowsy voice mumbling.

“Hmm come here … you cute little panther …”

Then he heard snores again. Lang sighed in relief. Despite everything went tranquil again, he could feel his blood ran faster as he smelled Jeremy’s odor. His tail wagged fervently. The warmth and the strong muscular torso made him want to snuggle and nuzzle more into him – he wanted this person stayed beside him forever – but he knew this will never happened. With the fox’s arm loosen up, Lang sat up and gazed onto the fox’s face. He carefully licked Jeremy’s muzzle and gave a bitter smile before he cleaned up.

----------morning-------------

Foxolin moved his nose before he opened his eyes, then he realized it wasn’t his apartment. He sat on the couch abruptly just to see a familiar living room.

“I was …”

He held his forehead and tried to remember what happened after the bar, but when some vague images were about to flow onto his mind, a voice disturbed him.

“Good morning Jeremy.”

Knowing too well who that voice belonged to, Foxolin answered without looking.

“Hey Lang, thanks for letting me to stay.”

“Yeah, and that’s $100 from you.”

Foxolin frowned, he flattened his ears, sigh, and said with a serious voice

“… alright”

“I-I was joking.”

“Hahaha, I got you.”

Heard the whining from the big black wolf, Foxolin chuckled, then asked

“By the way, I know this question sounds weird, but … did Mrs … the panther we saw last night came here with you?”

The wolf felt silence. He stared at Foxolin, but he could tell the wolf was focusing on something else. Foxolin’s sixth sense told him the question was something he shouldn’t asked, but he couldn’t figure out the reason. The silence went on for a moment before Lang said

“She … she helped me move you to the apartment. Well, you are a big guy after all.”

“Oh … alright. Heh, sounds like you should try for a heavier weight at the gym.”

“So now you want me to charge you for real huh?”

“Haha, meh, but thanks for letting me stay, I really appreciate it.”

“No worries, you are my … best bro.”

Lang blushed. He put his paw behind his neck and said

“So, are you planning to go somewhere else? It’s Sunday morning.”

“I need to do the laundry.”

Foxolin suddenly stuck his nose onto his forearm and sniffed it. The odor was mixed with sweat, alcohol, washing powder, and musk – a strong sense of musk. Musk … ? Foxolin frowned. He did masturbate with his shirt on, but that was before washed it. I-it must be the wet dream last night, Foxolin thought and blushed as his tail shamefully went around his waist.

“I … I think I should go. I-I really need to wash the clothes.”

Foxolin looked at the black wolf just to see a cunning smile as if he already knew it.

“Sure.”

Then Lang laughed

“I get it. Things just happened. Go home and wash yourself.”

“Heh, alright I will see you later then.”

The big fox rushed out of the door after he finished his last word.

Watching the huge figure rushed out in a hurry, Lang chuckled.

“Stupid fox.”

Then he walked back to his room and grinned at Jeremy’s boxer and pants which had yet to wash.

--------Monday-------------

The bell rang. Kids inside the elementary school rushed their way out of the “monster house” and began the fun time of their day.

Foxolin smiled while he was watching the kids squeezed into the hall so that they could leave the school as quick as possible.

“Mr. Foxolin.”

Karen asked sheepishly.

“Will you babysit me this weekend again?”

“No”

Foxolin answered firmly. He couldn’t trust this little bunny anymore.

“… I … I’m sorry …”

“If you feel sorry, then get out of the classroom.”

He said with a cold voice without even looking at him.

“I … do you hate me?”

The fox fell silence for a moment, then he said with the cold voice again

“Go home Karen, just … go.”

Karen nodded and left the classroom with his head looking at the ground. Foxolin looked at the disappointed figure and sighed.

After the school was almost emptied, a female ferret went to Foxolin’s classroom and told him that the principle wanted to meet him.

The fox followed the secretary and enter the principle office. The floor was covered by a red carpet. There were two elegant shelves on both sides made in some fine woods. The right one was filled with books, and the left one was filled with trophies. Around the room were some exotic plants and expensive ornaments on the walls. In front of the fox was a lion sitting in his leather chair behind a rosewood desk, which the lion was most proud of. Lavish, Foxolin frowned.

A lion turned himself 180 degrees in a very slow pace before facing the fox as if he was some kind of mafia boss in a movie.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Foxolin”

The lion changed his tone throughout his sentence to fit his character. Even though he had seen him done it many times, and the lion was actually a nice funny furry, he still found it irritating.

“Do you have to?”

The lion laughed.

“Haha! Sorry, I can never get over this.”

“Anyway, I’ve heard some rumors between you and one of our students.”

The lion suddenly leaned forward with a very solemn face.

“Something very … personal.”

Foxolin felt a chill in spine with every single fur on his tail stood.