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We'd landed real early in the morning, so it was still chilly as we stopped by the shop to grab some supplies before heading on out - dried fruits, nuts, water bottles and some chocolate bars. Klaus had said that he'd grabbed a pawful of the chocolatiest ones just for me - such a sweetheart!

I'd never figured Oceania for being all that warm, and I was right! It was their summer and we weren't on Bondi Beach or cruisin' around the opera house, so a chilly New Zealand 65 fahrenheit would have to do. I kind of sulked as I wrapped my paws around myself, my bright red jacket matching my fur and the fire I wish I was ever so close to. Man I could go for one of those roaring fireplaces we'd enjoyed months back; or perhaps that nommy hot-tub! Oh man, that was sooooo cool.

"You look absolutely adorable!" Klaus smiles and tweaks a paw across my ears.

"Yeah, well I don't feel it! Klaus babe, I'm freezin'. Does it get any warmer than this?"

"Not really, but once we get walking we'll warm up nice! Come on you!"

And off he strides into the sunshine, out the drab door and gone across the grey and the grass. I trail behind him wondering how anyone in their right mind or tail could possibly think of performing the haka in a frickin skirt when this was the kind of weather facing them.

He'd have no frickin sheath by the end of it, fuckin shrivel away like me! Oh yeah, that was me, just mumbling and grumbling away like a cub who'd been punished with a trip to some boring museum or perhaps the doctors' surgery.

From the Mount Cook YHA we padded along Larch Grove Road to where it finished and met this stunning valley. I must admit that by the time I had made it this far, barely a half mile at that, my mind had almost entirely changed about the trip. It was absolutely beautiful, just the largest, eye-filling u-shaped glacial valley you could ever have possibly seen.

"Amazin innit?" Klaus stopped, his shades perched on that chiseled muzzle, gaze lost in the mountains and the blue-sky. The struggling sun, a globe of melon and white, shone down onto his gorgeous muscular paws, showing ankle-down from a pair of hardy khakis. It's like someone had plucked him from an A&F advert.

He didn't turn to face me or do anything other than take a breather before padding onward, a straightforward path that headed right off the tarmac and onto low-cut grazed grass and rock. My head bounded from one side to the other, my little rucksack clanging and rustling as I wandered in awe after my mate. The weight, the angst and the cold were long past memories. New Zealand was a new favourite. It reminded me so much of home. I was so lost in the new sights and smells, of sun-warmed rock and lanolin from stray sheep, that I ran straight into the back of Klaus who had stopped for an impromptu water break.

Huh, water-break my ass!

"Check it out!" He had the water bottle in his paw for sure, but his eyes were intent on something else.

"What? What am I checking o... oh come on babe! For real?"

He just nods and grins, that bottle slowly meeting his maw but his eyesight staying firmly fixed on what was coming towards us downriver.

"You've never been with a female right, Scotty babe?"

"Well of course I haven't!" I guess I came across as rather indignant since this was such a blatant lust that my lover was putting on display.

"Really have to get you involved one day!"

"Seriously?" I take the bottle from him and swig from the cool, plain contents, my eyes switching briefly to the two female Alsatians making their way down from the paths.

We stayed there atop a very small bluff, just to one side on the main path as they approached.

"Hi boys!"

"Hey girls! Nice day for it?"

"You betcha, handsome!"

They swished past, a sly smile coming back at Klaus from one of them, her tail a swash of golden tan in the morning sunshine.

"You betcha handsome, blah blah blah, I'm a ho meh meh meh!" I mumble and grumble out of ear shot, feigning a smile before turning on their probably very honestly sincere greeting. Still jarred me off. Klaus just giggled.

"Uh, 'scuse me! I thought I was the subject of your affections?!"

"Oh Scotty baby, of course you are!" He ruffled the fur on top of my head, almost in jest like a father playing with his cub, "but I think with my nose and my dick far too often to ignore such... such fragrant invitations."

I just frowned and padded off in a huff, leaving him trailing in my wake.

"Oh man I bet they smell all the better for the hike they've been on."

Oh fucking yuck! I heard that damn it! Jesus that's so gross to just think about. And I think he knew he'd overstepped the mark when he caught up to me about ten seconds later, chasing up behind me and cuddling me, his loins pressed back against my tail where they belonged. Yeah that's right girls, he's mine! But damn it, I was getting a little fed up from keeping his straying eyes and nose from everything that we encountered. I couldn't deny that it did make me a little sad, a little unwanted, as though I was being strung along. Ah if he doesn't work out, I can always go back to New Zealand or Thailand or freakin Hong Kong and screw the living daylights out of one of the many I made eyes at there! That whole heartbreaking sentence, made up by my overly paranoid brain, bugged me for the rest of the day and, if I was honest, for the rest of the trip.

Appeasing me was to stay silent, and Klaus knew that. I guess his nose had picked up how pissed I was, or perhaps that I was tired of intervening. We made our way up-stream into the mountains, following the Tasman River past Mueller lake, and then on up to Hooker Lake. This was where we lay ourselves down for camping the next few days.

"Since we're here, you can be my hooker for the next week or so" Klaus grinned as he finished the tent by ramming in the last metal peg, standing to his fullest and stretching. I was paddling my tired aching paws in the water, enjoying how it chilled my hocks and cleaned each inch of my pads. I just smirked and stuck my tongue out, waggling my tail in the process. I had admittedly chosen long denim shorts - real tight ones at that - so I did get the slut reference. Man, he was asking for it! How could I possibly get him back for all this?

He hadn't wasted any time in prepping our little piece of heaven. Off came the shirt, and he goes to fish, wading up to his waist in the lake with the mid-afternoon haze bouncing off his truffle-black fur, the splash of the water beading and outlining each muscle in that gorgeous stomach. I sat watching with stars in my eyes, using the shade of the mouth of our tent to relax, paws back behind me and the sun drying my footpaws nicely. I just resolved not to be so het-up, paranoid or frustrated. I guess that in moments like this I reminded myself that there was nothing to tie him and I together, that we were still free to go about and fuck whomever we wanted.

There was no ring on my finger, no marital debts, no obligations at all, so why was I so worried? And of course it was then, with the refreshing breeze caressing across my paws and the blue-green sun in my eyes that I realized. I gazed sadly down at my left paw, my poor, bare left paw. I was being worried and stupid and sulky and jealous because I wanted Klaus to make me his. I wanted to be his husband. I didn't want to have to worry about him playing away. Cos' sure enough if he wanted to fuck one of those Alsatian girls, he could. He could take off tonight with barely an excuse of any sort whatsoever, and screw her tail 'til she had but nine months before her life changed forever and mini Klaus cubs would be born. Oh shit, that was even worse to think about. I sat there and screwed up my eyes, harshly thumping a paw against my head to almost knock those thoughts out of my silly old head.

I wanted home and I wanted domesticity without the worry of my mate dicking around; and perhaps this was a test of exactly that. If I could cope with his ways, I could be his. But then again, could I get a guarantee from him that....

"Boo!"

"Aghh!" I literally bounce on the spot, falling backward into the tent, "Oh Jesus, you scared me!"

My mind had been so worried and so lost that I hadn't notice a dripping wet Klaus come up from the lake and present dinner. I mean really, where have you heard that from me before?! Uh, never, that's when!

"You OK babe? You've been awful quiet since we got here, and you look like you're a million miles away."

"Nah, I'm... I'm good." I half-giggle and sit up with a smile, paws relaxing into my lap, "just daydreamin that's all."

"Well dreamy, I got us some fresh fish for dinner. Fried or grilled?" And then it hit me. It was a smell of 'I love you, I really care about you' drifting from his tail, and then there was his smile. That luminescent crescent of white in black set with the topaz gems that were his eyes. I melted again, just sat there smiling with delight, caught in him, snared in his web of utter presence.

I just murmured that I would prefer them fried, and he just set about the task with the cutest dedication. He'd bought butter and spices from the little shop to get us going on our first night, before adding in some wild garlic and bay that he had found growing in bushes around the lake. Every time he looked back over his shoulder, it was to ask me how I was, or whether it smelled good, or whether there was anything else I might like. I think I took a break for a while to pad down to the shore, the evening quickly setting in and coating everything in a grey-silver darkness, the blue of the landscape growing ever darker with each tick of the clock. I washed my muzzle with the crisp clean water and sighed happily, my head in the stars as I whispered something to whoever sits up there.

Can you hear me? Well whoever you are, thank you. I'm so so happy

I was zonked out in the tent pretty much as soon as we had had our dinner, enjoying the peace flow into my ears and lull me into a deep, deep sleep. I don't remember anything past finishing my generous slice of freshwater trout before kissing Klaus and snuggling my head down into my feather pillow, lain onto the comfiest patch of grass I could find in this patchy moonscape.

The following morning I must've woken up at ten or so New Zealand time, heaving to prop myself up in my sleeping bag. The air was brisk, blowing through the tent flap to flicker across another beautiful day-time like a set of film slides stuttering through their diurnal projector. The smells were rich with grass and rock, spliced by the deodorant-death of Klaus feigning to spruce himself up. I had told him that I didn't mind. Shit, I knew didn't mind! I mean, remember Koh Samui? If that told you anything about me as a fox, you should know by now that my mate not being washed is not a problem in any way shape or form. I guess you can see what's coming? Oh come on, did you really think that I'd have agreed to this camping trip - minus the proper shower facilities - without getting something real dirty and naughty in return? Didn't figure this fox for being really under-pawed and sly, well think again!

So let me break this down for you. We had trekked for the good part of yesterday to this gorgeous slice of heaven amidst the scree, the erratics and the water, dusted by moss and highland grasses; but what I hadn't told you was that our choice of campsite was near the head of the lake where its waters met the Tasman. Why is that so important, Scott, I hear you asking me? I wish you could see my grin right now!

Anyway, so I wake up all bleary-eyed and looking around for my mate, but Klaus is nowhere to be seen. I unzip myself and crawl over the squashy duvet-like bags and blankets and place a paw between the flaps of the tent. The light is painful and I squint to start with, my right paw cupping across my brow to struggle and strain my gaze out into the brand new day. Oh fuck, there he is! My delicious, almost-naked mate was washing in the river mouth, where the water fell so gently to begin its journey down valley from the lake. I felt myself whimper in desperation as I saw him splash himself and throw his head back with a swash, caught in the tiniest, briefest rainbows in the light.

I say he was almost butt naked because that was kinda true. All he wore were those skimpy white sport shorts he had, onion-skins I think they're called; they're like the ones you see guys from the seventies and eighties wearing. Barely shorts at all! Whoever designed them was definitely thinking of me in this moment right here! They were absolutely sodden, nothing but nothing holding them back to cling to his loins and giving everything a view of his dick, pent and tented there, caught in moisture and readiness.

I slunk back into the tent with a naughty grin on my muzzle, my paws together almost in prayer. Sure I'd missed out on musk, but I was about to get dripping wet in all the best ways. I could feel myself harden, my tail pushing aside as I sat back under the canvas. How the fuck was I gonna' approach this? I start to bite my nails in indecision, the breeze catching the flaps still and baring but the briefest glimpses of my happy mate washing himself in the crystal anzac water. I decide to check him out one more time, just once, before I can scout out a plan to capture him in the act. Shuffling forward to the tent entrance, I gaze back out with lechery.

Where the fuck did he go?! I murmur as I see that the river is empty and flowing onward. No splashing, no wetness and, most importantly, no Klaus damn it!

Huh, that's weird! I shuffle back into the tent, all sorts of disappointed, my ears folding over and my hard-on subsiding really quick. His effect was good, but without any sign or smell, it was useless to just pretend. I was a fox who always had to have the real thing. Dreams had been good enough when we were further apart, but now that I had access to him 24/7, I wanted him 24/7; period!

I must've been sat there for about twenty or thirty seconds, biting my nails again this time in worry at where he could've wandered off to, my muzzle peeking out of the flaps to check every now and again to see if I'd missed anything. On the third time, my nose snuffled outward and I had no time to react; something had a hold of my tail real hard and yanked me full force out the other side of the tent!

"Oh shit!" I yelped out loud as everything became a blur, the sleeping bags and blankets peeling into the distance, feeling myself pulled bodily out of the tent by my tail, "aaggggghhhh, please don't eat me, please don'..."

"Oh well that's a pity! I was counting on at least that."

It was Klaus. He was knelt there over me, shorts gone and his fur dripping wet, spiking as the fluid slipped off his muscles.

"You bastard, that's not funny!"

"Oh I think it's hilarious!"

"Could've been a mountain lion or ... or a..."

"A wolf? Like the one at the airport you were eyeing up?!"

"I was not!"

"Sure!"

We're having this conversation as I just lie there prone and naked in the mossy grass, whilst he is kneeling before me and dripping canola oil from our cooking bag all over his throbbing dick.

"I've always wanted to take you al fresco. Go aussie on your ass!"

"We're in New Zealand, baby." I frown and cross my paws as though I weren't enjoying this. It was not so much a secret that I actually loved where all this was going, to see that golden, syrupy liquid coat his thick member. I knew where that was going!

"Well I tell you what..." Klaus flings the bottle of oil to one side, leaving it to empty oblivion amongst the rocks, before picking me up into his lap and slipping that enormous thing between me, "if you like it all so much, pretend it's that wolf's cock you're about to ride."

"He wasn't _that_handsome!" I growl and grin as I find purchase with my ass on the very tip of that thick meat.

"You're a liar, Scott. A filthy fox liar!"

"Guilty." I sling myself full force into his muzzle, struggling for breath as I simultaneously kiss him whilst being wonderfully violated, "ohhhh baby!"

"Mmmmmm you're tight."

"Only for you baby." I moan and whimper as I start a rhythm in Klaus's crotch, my paws atop either shoulder and skewering myself over and over.

He was frickin huge, hilting myself to get that deep, gut-filled feeling that the end was so very nigh. I wasn't ever going to last with this huge thing in my arse, my tail twitching and spasming like never before. It felt fucking amazing!

The breeze blew my ears backwards, making me reverent to the smells of myself, my lover and the surroundings. It was a mix of stale water, stale fur, sweat and musk that made everything so exciting. That cooking oil was heavenly lube, frying with our heat and slipping me to my rightful place, to sleeve down upon Klaus's thick cock and draw out every last drop of spunk he could possibly be hiding.

The touch of Klaus's paws on my butt, deep into my flesh, made every sore move a move closer to bliss, knowing that I could give him as much pleasure as I was feeling right now.

I gained this aching look on my maw, peaceful eyes that knew that this was precisely where I belonged; fucked to a pair of huge bollocks like the quintessential fox. I don't know what made him do what he did next, but Klaus just snarled full force in my muzzle, shooting frothy phlegm over my nose and across my throat, before getting to his feet, me still pinned to his full length and my paws wrapped about his waist.

There was another growl as he carried me, not directed at anything in particular; I just think he was pleased at how I kept flexing as he moved, spasming my insides to keep him entertained at my depth. I'd tighten myself down on him, really tighten, to try and make him squeal.

"I'm gonna' fuck you 'til you can't stand!" He snarled that out loud, spinning me around, kneeling and laying me on the nearest erratic rock he could find.

I really didn't care whether it was jagged or not - it wasn't, by the way - I just wanted his cum. I ridged my muzzle as I felt him start to thrust again, his feet wide apart and his paws grasping my ankles as he buried himself over and over. I yelped my way through each slippery push, feeling as his tip massaged my prostate until it didn't know what to do with itself. The smell of churned moss and soil from Klaus's desperate grip on the landscape came at me as quick as the smell of his spit, his tail, bollocks and his sweaty arse.

"Fuck me, fuck me please!" I was jolted harder and harder, feeling my insides lined out, straightened by this huge dog dick, "uhh uhh, unnngggggg.... Oh Klaus, oh Klaus baby!"

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, fucking.... Fucking.... Get... in.... there! Fucking yes!" Another snarl, screeching in his own pleasure, willing himself to feed me all that delicious spunk.

"Paint my insides!"

"Gonna'.... Gonna' whitewash you, you dirty American fox!"

"Yes, yes.... Oh fuck yes!" I had slung my head back at this point, just surrendered to whatever he had planned for me.

The movement of that thing inside me, slithering with amazing jolts up past my tailhole, was just incredible. I'd never felt this filthy, this... good! My eyes were just full of an upside down world as he had leant me over that stone and gone to town on my arse. The mountains of grey became like earthly clouds, the grass a lush seaweed and the water like the palest blue of whatever deity may have been gifting me this moment. I felt him go harder, heard him cry louder, and managed to fit in but one piercing bark of my own before my kaleidoscope eyes started to spin faster like I was riding the tea-cups at the fair... and then, fuck me, it was nighty night time!

I am not kidding you! I frickin' fainted dead away at the moment Klaus made me spurt my balls dry! According to my most un-subtle mate, I let go over my head as he pumped me full, the purpled head of his dick pushed full force against my prostate. Apparently I screamed out loud and bucked on his cock for a second or two before going limp with just the biggest smile on my muzzle. Klaus hadn't noticed anything was 'wrong' until he came down from his own high and pulled his cum-soaked dick from my guts. Remarking on how he'd never seen me cum like that, spraying a most unfortunate set of daisies that were growing in the shadow of our love-rock, he noticed I was out for the count. Panicking, he slung his head against my chest to check for a heart beat before dashing over to the lake.

Oh yes, you can see what's coming!

"Oh fucking hell!!!! Jeeeesus!" I sprang up from the rock and danced around with my paws wrapped about me, "fuuuuuuck that's cold!"

Klaus bless him had run to the water to fetch a pint's worth of ice-cold liquid, and flung it over me in the hopes that it would wake me up. Oh boy did it work!? I stood there shaking, my ears folded backward and my tail slunk between my legs; but at least I had him there. Klaus came dashing over to cuddle me. I think he was apologizing for something, I don't know what. Sure I was sore and a little cold, but I don't think I'd ever felt anything like we'd just done. It was amazing.

We took the rest of the day to relax. In fact, I went back to sleep, my body completely at rest. The feeling of possession, of knowing that his fluid was mixed with mine at an instant was the most romantic and warming feeling. I still don't know to this day whether he felt guilty about me fainting, or whether he just felt proud that he'd been able to send me out there, up there or down there; I guess that depends on whether you believe in heaven, hell or limbo.

Either way, the place he sent me was indescribable. That peaking moment, that singular break in my innards, was never ever going to be beat. I sat there that night, just staring at him, our little fire crackling and spitting, my maw concentrating on yummy fish followed by grilled kiwi. With the stars gazing down on us, I snuggled closer to him, holding a skewered fruit slice over the flames and wishing to be nowhere else in the here and now.

"You ok babe?"

"Mhm" My eyes are straight forward, flame-filled and happy.

"I... I just didn't want you to be hurting or anything from earlier, or think I was teasing you."

"Teasing me?" I sat up and away, "how on earth would you be teasin' me, Klaus?"

"I don't know." He mumbled, his ears pinning as he brought the fruit slice in from the skewer, nomming gently on it before offering the juiciest section to me, "you know, the skewer thing? I... I just didn't want you to think that I was ribbing you for what we did today."

I grinned and slunk my maw over the tip, savoring the flavor of grilled kiwi, tart but charcoal-y on the tongue. I brought the blanket up over my head as I wandered downwards and across, seeking purchase on the subject of my mate's prowess. I nuzzled his softly musky cock, making him crown that head of dick to the size of my fist, before I had my fun and slaked my thirst on what he moaned out of himself.

I was starting to be more of me.