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If I had known two weeks ago that I'd be wandering through the desert in 100+ degree weather, I might've stayed right where I was. Indeed, as I schlep across the naked dirt floor of this barren wasteland, I continue to wonder what possible reason I could've had that would convince me to trek across such an arid landscape. As I recall, when I arrived on this planet about six months ago, falling asleep as a normal human being and awaking as an anthropomorphic red fox on an alien world, I found the experiencing incredibly pleasant. Surrounded by anthro equines and bovines that wanted nothing more than to, to put it mildly, be my friends, my new surroundings and the tall, muscular, furry locals made the entire experience a particularly affable one. Couple that with an exceptionally well-defined sense of smell and some overtly sensitive erogenous areas, I found bliss in what seemed like my new reality. I didn't question why it happened, I just accepted it.

But my arrival on this strange world happened six months ago and even though I've been traipsing through the desert for two weeks, I seem to recall only about five months worth of experiences prior to my solitary odyssey. That means that two whole weeks of my alien adventure is completely lost from my memory and as hard as I try to remember, I just can't dredge up those two weeks. I feel as though the memories are clouded in a dense fog that I can see silhouettes of something, but I can't quite make out details. I remember strong smells and intense emotions, particularly sexual ones, but that's it. I've wracked my brain day in and day out trying to remember, but nothing comes to mind. Worst of all I can't go back as every time I've considered returning from where I came, I start to shake, my legs hurt, I get butterflies in my stomach, and I feel nauseated. My instincts drive me forward along a path of toil and hardship and with no recourse I push forward.

And so here I am, two weeks in through the desert wearing nothing but an old, dirty white loincloth and a small sack hanging from a shoulder strap. The sack contains a large number of empty water containers, one that's half empty, and a single pair of loose-fitting pants and a tunic. I've thought about clothing myself as I walk through the open plains, but in this heat the idea of wearing anything that might warm me up makes me balk. Besides, I haven't seen anyone since I left the bordering farming village, so there's no one to be bothered by my shapely sheath and testicles forming a nice pair of bulges in my underwear. I've even tried removing those once or twice, but I've found that leaving them on actually helps.

As an anthro, I've realized a number of differences from my human side that can be either highly enjoyable or extremely detrimental depending on the circumstances. For one thing I've found that all my senses have become insanely heightened. In some cases, this was to be expected. Eyesight: sure. Hearing: duh. Smell: obviously. But my sense of taste is surprisingly detailed and I've been rendered extremely sensitive to touch. As a human, I figured my five senses were pretty good, above average even, like a 6 or a 7, but if that's the case then as a fox my senses have been dialed up to 11,000. I can smell a fly farting from a mile away. I can hear a droplet of water splashing into the dirt asleep with my ears covered. I can spot the finest details of curves and cracks in a bull's nose on a hazy night. I believe I can practically taste every molecule of solid, liquid, and even gas that grazes my taste buds. As for my sense of touch, well lets just say that as a human I never experienced physical contact as vividly or efficaciously as I have as a fox.

And while this has certainly been delightful for me in the past, here in the desert where it's over a hundred degrees in a fur coat for two weeks without a bath, my discomfort is certainly warranted. To make matters worse, I discovered that part of my human side has shone through and in intense heat I sweat profusely. It's not even noon and my fur is already matted with small beads of salty water dribbling off the ends. My loincloth is already pretty damp, but if I stay out in the sun too much longer, it'll be soaked for sure. This in turn brings me to another detriment of being in this new body: heat, and I'm not referring to the blazing sun up above. As I have become sensitive to smell, I can detect more nuanced smells emanating from other individuals, specifically men. When I do, my body temperature elevates, my muzzle waters uncontrollably, and I become sexually aroused. I've learned that what I'm detecting are actually the pheromones exuded from every pore and every orifice from other anthro people, sending me into a sort of male heat. When overwhelmed, I become hyper-focused on the source of the smell and I can think of nothing but how painfully aroused I am by it. I've tried to overcome it, but it's instinctual, uncontrollable, and my erogenous zones tingle so fervently that I have orgasmed from smelling another male's musk alone. Fortunately, though I sense my own scent just as well as other men's, it doesn't have the same effect on me, so I can wander through the desert musky and sweaty without getting turned on.

The sun's growing hotter every minute and it's only going to get worse as the day goes on. Normally, I wouldn't even consider making the trek during the day, but I spotted a small lake not too far away and given that I'm almost out of water, I figured it'd probably be best for me to refill sooner rather than later. Besides, the days haven't been this hot lately, but today the sun decided to pummel me with intense warmth on the one day I could really go without it. At least the lake isn't much further, so I quicken my pace and take more lively steps across the dry, dirt ground. I reach into my sack and drink the last of my water, small dribbles of water and sticky saliva coating the sides of my muzzle. I'm panting heavily, the quick stride through the scorching desert extremely laborious on my fur-coated body. I leave behind a small trail of sweat from beads falling off the tapered ends of my matted fur that evaporates shortly after hitting the desert floor. Just a couple more minutes and I'll be able to dunk my head into the water; my mouth is already watering from the anticipation.

There's grass surrounding the lake and it feels good to have my pawpads landing on something more soft than bare soil. I look around and see no one else. There's a large hill a little further down with a ledge hanging over the lake. Might make a good diving spot, though I have no idea how deep the water is. I drop my sack, step up to the rim of the shoreline, and drop down to my paws and knees. The water is calm and looks relatively clean, but I don't really care and lean forward, breach the surface with my entire face, and begin gulping large volumes of fresh water. The water's warm, but not hot and I'm able to drink for several seconds with my muzzle submerged to ingest as much water as comfortably possible before pulling back. I take a deep breath, letting the water seep through my fur, cooling it off and mixing with my sweat as I relax back on my haunches. I take a second to catch my breath, enjoying the satisfaction of feeling the water settle in my belly and already I feel the effects of the sun's warmth waning, though only slightly.

I look around, surveying the area. Coming from the north I spot the hills I just crossed, across the lake to the east a series of tall mountainous ridges, and to the south the edge of those mountainous ridges and my destination. I was told there's a town in that area that I could find work, though I have no doubt it'd be similar to what I was doing before . As my breathing returns to a steady rate, I let out a contented sigh and reach back for my sack. I grab it and as I do I catch a whiff of my own funky odor. Embarrassed, I look at the lake and consider bathing and it doesn't take long for me to decide to go ahead with it. I decide to refill my water bottles before I pollute the reservoir with my dirt and grime. I open the sack, the smell seemingly getting worse for no apparent reason. I reach in and grab an empty container, a big one, and for some reason the smell intensifies to the point that I wince in disgust. I pause, wondering if the smell I'm detecting isn't in fact mine and after a second I get confirmation.

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A small breeze from the south blows the rather foul odor in my direction and without warning I whiff away, letting the odiferous molecules stimulate my countless overly sensitive olfactory receptors. I gag a little as the strong smell overwhelms my nose, forcing me to cover my nose and wait for the breeze to die down. I start breathing through my mouth and my throat begins to burn a bit from the intense odor. It helps, but the scent remains, lingering on my sensitive nose and reminding me that there is something nearby that reeks. After a short while, I begin to recognize the smell of body odor, crotch and butt stench and whether through mental awareness or pure instinct my reaction to the horrid stench changes.

I take another whiff of the air, getting the exuded bodily scent, and a fierce tingle spreads throughout my crotch. My heart skips a beat and I let out an inadvertent moan of sexual pleasure from the fragrant stench. My nether region heats up, my groin and ass warming up with the sensation of unrestrained arousal. My breathing starts to become labored again, though for different reasons and I'm feeling weak in the arms. My cock grows quickly in my sheath, engorging it and straining it under the damp fabric of my primitive underwear. I don't know where the smell is coming from or who or what is producing it, but my body is telling me that I must find it.

I shove the container back in quickly and stand up shakily, balancing myself as I turn towards the hill aside the lake. There's a small alcove near the edge of the hill that's well shaded. That seems to be where the smell is coming from, so I walk over to that area. My stomach is aflutter and my cock is aching for release from my scabbard prison as the heat in my crotch intensifies. I find myself moaning under my breath as I come to the hollowed out portion of land and the stink grows more horrible. My nerves fire up as I look around, but espy no one in the vicinity. I drop my bag, checking the alcove and all I see is a small garment lying on the ground. I approach it slowly and soon realize it's a primitive wool thong, once probably white, but now stained with old sweat and bodily secretions that give the underwear patches of orange, gray, and light brown.

I kneel down next to the smelly undergarment and lean forward, getting a closer whiff of the odoriferous cloth. I've sniffed old, pungent underwear before, but the musk that clings to this discarded garb produces a stench that I'd never thought possible. As the scent invades my nostrils, my senses become overwhelmed and I gag on the gaseous molecules, causing my throat to close up a second before I begin coughing and hacking as I try not to inhale anymore of the toxic odor. I fall away, turning aside and covering my nose as I continue to cough, spitting a little before catching my breath. I stare at the underwear with disgust, horrified by the putrid stink coming off it. Nevertheless, despite my disgust, my body reacts by flexing my cock and tailhole as the tingling in my crotch grows further. Regardless of how bad it smells, I can still detect the pheromones coming off the briefs and it is riddled with them.

Swallowing the saliva building in my muzzle, I slowly approach the underwear again and cautiously lean in, taking a smaller whiff of the fetid fabric. The stink is still obvious and my aversion to it is still present, but rather than gagging and reflexively retreating, my head becomes fuzzy as does my nether region and I close my eyes, moaning aloud as I drool slightly on the ground next to the garment. The pheromones are truly voluminous in this piece of clothing and my mind becomes engrossed in their effects, completely distracting from the thought that these undies might actually belong to someone and given the freshness of the stench, probably do.

I flex my cock and anus again, my body reacting, trying to build my orgasm and release my seed on the ground. I lean forward and take another whiff, the strong scent driving me mad with lust while my cock engorges with blood, restricted to its prison. I reach between my legs and fondle myself, my pheromone-addled mind causing me to shudder at the mere feel of my paw on my trapped junk. I let out another louder moan as I become impatient to expel my fox essence, my primal urges driven by overly adapted smell receptors.

I grab the underwear and pick it up, my body shaking as I realize what I'm touching, the scent marking my hand as I bring it closer to my face. I'm panting now, my muzzle hanging open and strings of saliva dribbling down my jaw along my wet fur. I pull the waistband out of the way, opening it up to allow me access the the interior of the dirty fabric, the same orange, gray, and brown coloration indicative of strong, musky remnants of the undergarment's owner. I take a breath through my mouth and exhale as I bring the briefs to my nose, pressing it up against the thin section meant for resting under the taint. I then take a very deep breath in through my nose, huffing the unadulterated musk straight from the source and at the nastiest point.

Like before, I gag and choke for a second at the stink, the scent much stronger now and forcing me to pull the underwear away from my face as I cough and catch my breath. I realize trapping my nose right against the fabric gave me the purest sample of male stink I could get, but the strength of the smell means I'm still not used to it. My eyes start watering and I wipe away the tears, but at that moment I truly start to go into heat and my entire body warms up, which is inconvenient considering the external temperature. Still, the shade is providing me some relief and besides, as the pheromones take effect on my body, my brain becomes focused on one thing: taking in as much of this musky odor as possible.

I bring the garment up to my face again, my nose pressed up against the cloth and I feel the wetness on my snout. I take another whiff, shuddering as I moan and my eyes try to go into the back of my skull. My cock tries flexing again, simulating orgasm as my groin radiates with amorous sensations. I continue to breathe in the stink, my eyes still watering as the smell is astonishingly gross, but the effect it has on my body pushes me to endure as I huff away at the mysterious stench. I try to determine what species the owner might be, but it doesn't seem recognizable. It's not horse, it's not bull, it's not zebra, it's not boar; it's a mystery to me.

My free paw makes it's way down to my own underwear and quickly pulls at the waistband to expose my tortured member and my enlarged sheath. As they pop out, my balls dangle below and my dick immediately slides out and stiffens up to full mast. I moan into the underwear and continue to sniff, removing my underwear and tossing them aside. My paw slowly enraptures my quickly knotting member, the warmth radiating off it intense. The smell is so pungent that it's enough for me to climax from the scent alone, but my impatience is leading my paw to wander to my leaking pole. I fondle myself and huff away, eyes closed as I moan and shudder with acute arousal.

"What the hell are you doing!?"

I hear a loud voice with an angry and surprised tone that snaps me out of my erotic reverie. With a start, I drop the tainted undergarment on the ground and stumble to the left, turning to face the source of the upset voice. I see now why I didn't recognize the distinct odor given off by the briefs as I have not yet encountered this species here. Standing at the edge of the opposite side of the alcove is a tall, muscular, hairy anthropomorphic rhinoceros with hands clenched into fists. He's standing there completely naked with his body glistening with sweat that's dripping off his cracked skin. His sheath protrudes off his crotch, revealing an enormous girth housing his manhood hidden behind a puckered opening and a pair of testicles dangling beneath no smaller than a couple of grapefruit. He's got well-defined muscles, though he is sporting a bit of a corpulent belly, but I can make out some definition there as well. He has hair covering various parts of his body: his chest, his arms, a small line going down the center of his abs, and his legs have a sparse cover of curly body hair. Small patches of long, damp, and curly hairs can be seen under his arm pits and on his crotch surrounding the base of his sheath, ducking between his legs, and scantily covering his scrotum. I assume the same could be said about his backside, but at the moment I'm too preoccupied with the way he's staring down at me, his brown eyes wide with a piercing gaze.

I start shaking as the panic sets in that this hulking man, whom I assume the thong belongs to, just saw me getting off by sniffing his undies. Adding to his acute gaze and his hulking frame is the fact that he's at least two whole feet taller than me. Despite my fear, my cock remains rock hard and the heat in my groin and backside continues to keep me aroused. He turns to look at his underwear and then back at me, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Were you just sniffing my underwear?"

I hold up my paws defensively. "I- I- I'm sorry. I didn't- I didn't realize you were still here. I thought- I thought they were abandoned." The panic in my voice is evident and I realize I don't think that excuse will serve me well at all.

He cocks his head to the side. "Wait, are you-" He didn't finish his question as he started walking towards me slowly, menacingly. In a panic, I rapidly get to my feet and make my escape. "Hold on!" he yells at me as I turn my back to him. I stumble a little, but I make no effort to slow down, worried as to what he might do to me. I begin to run, hoping that his large frame would give me a speed advantage and I'll need it considering I'm being slowed down by my penis flopping around in front of me and my heat is making me feel a bit weakened. However, it doesn't seem like I'll be running away as I hear large, loud stomps from the ungulate rapidly approaching me. My heart begins to race as the fear intensifies, but I have little time for that fear to truly sink in. I make it out of the alcove and a couple dozen feet before the pachyderm reaches me, grabbing my thigh and pulling back, forcing me to tumble forward.

"No!" I cry before I gasp as the large behemoth pulls me towards him and flips me over onto my back. He grabs my wrists and holds them down without effort, though I make no attempt to fight back. He's hovering over me on his hands and knees, his belly and chest hanging over me with his head mere inches away from mine. He's breathing somewhat hard, mouth agape as his hot breath cascades onto my face and invades my olfactory receptors. No matter how fearful I get, the strong scent of another man, be it his body, his privates, or even his breath, will still find a way to make my cock flex with excitement.

As I stare up at him, still shaking with fright, my eyes begin to water. "Please, I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me," I plead with him, hoping the stranger is merciful.

"Hurt you?" he responds with a quizzical look. Shortly after, he smiles and chortles a little. "Why would I hurt you? It just surprised me a little to find some random fox shoving his nose into my crotch and ass stink and gettin' off to it."

I begin to realize that my fear was truly unwarranted and I begin to calm myself as the large creature above me smiles back at me in a friendly manner. With the understanding that my situation isn't as dire as I thought, I'm able to assay the stimulus the rhino is providing in all manner of senses. His large hulking frame, though intimidating, is incredibly sexy with his rippling muscles and pronounced gut. The feeling of his body so close to me, his hands holding me down hold a sense of power and dominance that I find erotic. And the most influential stimulus is his smell, his musky odor. Though his overall scent is not as distinct and concentrated as what I got from his briefs, his body odor was generating a very strong funk with a certain discrete scent that distinguishes his smell from any other animal I've smelled before. I can recognize foxes, horses, bulls, boars, and several other species. Now, I'll be able to recognize rhinos and I must say I'm thoroughly enjoying the sensation. It's obvious his situation is similar to mine in that it's been some time since he's bathed and I'm getting a sharp, penetrating sample of his musk. The hairs on his body are preserving his scent, amplifying the old with the fresh and bombarding my nose with his stink, both offensive and stimulating at the same time. As stated previously he's been sweating profusely and his sweat is dripping from his cracked skin onto my fur, scenting me with his musky funk and making me shiver with delight and shuffle amorously under his hold.

"I've had people try to sniff me before, but it's always been to get comfortable with my scent," he says in a softer, more calm tone than before. His mouth remains open and he's drooling a bit, probably from the heat. He makes no attempt to catch his saliva and a large, sticky sliver falls onto my cheek. I gulp as my loins ache with lust, my fear almost entirely dissipated. "This is the first time I've seen someone get so turned on by my scent though, and I don't usually stink this much. Considering how much I saw you enjoying my scent, I had to guess that you were a sniffer."

A 'sniffer': a general term used to describe someone who's attracted to another anthro's scent. I first learned about it after arriving on this planet. I've also been called a musk lover and a stink lover, but sniffer seems to be the more common term. More specific terms come about when an anthro shows a preference for certain body parts they like to sniff. Pit sniffer, crotch sniffer, neck sniffer; I've heard all these terms used. I generally like getting a good whiff of just about any body part, but indeed I do have a favorite body part into which I like to bury my sensitive nose.

The rhino leans forward, bringing his face within an inch of my own. My heart's racing with excitement. "So tell me, are you a sniffer?"

I gulp, unable to hide my nervousness or elation. I sheepishly nod and weakly reply. "Ye- yes... I am. I am a musk lover." He grinned wider, his hold on my wrists tightening as he's obviously getting aroused by my fetish. The discomfort grows, as do my nerves. "Um, why are you holding me if you're not gonna hurt me?"

He looks at his hold on my arms and he relaxes his grip and his expression. He pulls away from my face, but keeps my paws on the ground. "Sorry, I've had encounters like this with smaller mates and when it happens I just go into domination mode. Do you want me to let go?"

I pause as the question takes me by surprise. Initially, I want to say yes as the situation is giving me anxiety. However, the big male with his sweaty, odoriferous frame lingering over me with his sheath hanging over my own erect dick is such an exhilarating experience. After I don't say anything for several seconds, he leans forward again, my heart beat picking up again.

"Well, do you?" he says slowly and seductively.

Staring into his deep blue eyes, I want to say 'yes', I want to say 'no', but instead I respond with, "Uh... well... I... um..." He grins at me, shining his herbivorous teeth at me, causing me to lose what little train of thought I had. He then leans forward, bringing his face down and pressing his nose up against my neck. "What are you-"

He presses forward hard, digging his nose into the scruff of my neck, fundamental vendor of my own vulpine scent. He presses so hard that I turn my head, instinctively granting him easy access to my fragrant musk. Keeping me pinned down, he begins taking long, hard whiffs of my strong scent.

After a few inhales, he grunts. "God, you stink."

'_Look who's talking,'_I think to myself.

"How long has it been since you've had a bath?"

"Uh... two weeks." Embarrassment begins to fill up in me, despite the fact that it smells like he hasn't cleaned up in months.

"Hmm, that it huh? I would've guessed at least a month."

Shame and humiliation well up from his caustic observation, though this only heightens my sexual state. My arousal grows further as the pachyderm begins licking my neck, now tasting the overabundant musk lingering in my fur coat. His licks are hard, long and slimy, leaving behind a wet spot on my neck. The feel of his tongue on my fur sends shivers through my body and I gasp and moan, arching my back as I display my exuberance for his treatment.

He chuckles lightly. "You enjoy that, don't you?"

He licks again and I simply moan erotically in response. He continues to drag his tongue along my matted fur, lapping up the salty sweat and grime that clings to my fur, providing him a sumptuous serving of my spicy savor. Several long, hard licks along my neck leave me lying here in a sexual trance, my loins pulsating with euphoric heat, driving an instinctive desire for this big lug to mate with me long and hard. Satisfied, he pulls his head back and lips his licks, my neck fur combed back in a single direction, held down by rhinoceros spit acting as a type of gel with a unique and erotic scent. I stare back into his eyes as the sweat continues to seep out of his pores and coat his skin, maintaining that pheromone rich stink that makes me anxious to get fucked.

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He grins with open jaws again. "You like my scent? You want to get a good whiff of my strong odor?" I'm having a hard time breathing with how aroused I am, but I manage a quick nod and a weak whimper. "Hm, well I like your scent too, your taste. It's strong and tangy and it's... getting me so hot. Why don't we help each other out? It seems to me like you're in need of a big, strong, smelly man right now. Let's see just how badly you need this."

I stare back confused, but I don't have time to think about it as he pulls back and moves off of me, releasing one wrist. Instead of standing though, he grabs my leg and rotates me so that my body is perpendicular to his with his head right over my midsection. The hand still holding my other wrist lets go and moves over to my neck, grabbing it and forcefully pinning my head to the ground. The act is surprising and somewhat unnerving. I try to move, grabbing onto his arm, but his hold is fixed. I try moving my legs, but with his free hand he grabs my groin and pushes my hips to the ground, his fingers brushing up against my sheath and balls. I let out a quiet moan in nervous apprehension, his dominance accentuating my already heightened fervor. I relax, letting my arms drop to the side and giving him complete control over me, watching as he looks over my body, eyeing me up and down my chest to my hindpaws.

After a moment, he licks his lips again. "God, look at you. You're soaking wet. I've never seen a fox wet with his own sweat like this before." He then takes several long whiffs of my acrid stench around my crotch, my belly, and under my arms. "Hmm, and you reek of musk and lust."

He brings his face down, touching his giant nose to my belly and sniffs loudly, his hand around my neck holding firm. The hand on my crotch begins rubbing my thigh, gently stimulating me further into an erotic state. I moan contentedly as he fondles my leg a while, then gasp as his tongue starts brushing along my belly, lapping up the copious amounts of sweat and old grime coating my fur. He licks all over my torso, scooping up as much flavorful musky fox sweat as he can.

As he tongue bathes me, I turn my head to stare at his hanging sheath and watch as it dangles there, sweat sliding down the shaft, brushing along the sparsely laid pubic hairs. Hiding within a puckered opening lies the mammoth member inside. His body exudes more of his natural scent and my cock twitches with excitement at the smell, the feel, and the sight of the pachyderm. My patience is paying off as after a short while of having my belly coated with viscous saliva, his sheath starts to move, flexing a little from the stimulation my taste is providing. Then, after several twitches, the wrinkled opening begins to separate and a large, mushroom-shaped head slowly oozes out, droplets of rich, fetid sweat and sebaceous secretions filing out along with it. A sloshing sound rings out as the ungulate's penis is pushed out and after the head clears the opening, the shaft follows, a slimy string of sweat, pre-ejaculate, and possibly urine dribbles down from the glans landing on the desert ground. It continues to hang from the tip as the shaft continues to push out, exposing the mighty meat to the warm desert air. Along with it, the sealed musk of cock and manly essence is released and wafts over to my nose, invading my nostrils and bombarding my olfactory receptors with an aromatic stench I haven't yet observed. The scent is so powerful that it makes me gag despite having gotten a good whiff earlier. The freshness of his musk elaborates just how formidable it could be and my initial reaction is to shield my nose. However, with my discriminating sense of smell, I can detect the sheer copious amount of pheromones within the stink and it drives my mind mad with ecstasy. I shut my maw and take a deep, hard inhale of his fresh, hot, heavy dick odor and my mind goes hazy while my groin and ass explode with sexual ardor. I groan aloud and arch my back uncontrollably, but the rhino keeps me pinned, preventing me from relieving my stress too early.

I hear him take a whiff of the scent of his own cock and chuckle. "Oh yeah, that is ripe, but you like it don't you?" I keep my eyes on his growing penis. "You know, I was just about to take a bath and wash off this unsavory odor, but I get the feeling that's not what you want, is it? You like my strong musk. That's what you want, right?" I can't answer him. I'm too lost in the effects of my longing for his long cock and to taste his unwashed body. "Mm, I'll take that as a yes."

I keep staring at his junk, his cock stiffening up slowly while his sweaty body keeps assaulting me with its intense odor. I soon feel the rhino's left hand begin rubbing my warm, sensitive privates, making me shiver with delight. His nose presses up against my belly again and he continues to huff the musk-drenched fur coat, moaning softly as he does. His fingers pass over my scrotum, the large digits curling my small, soft orbs into his palm while his thumb loops under my sheath and gently holds them in his fist. I let out a whimper as my body continues to heat up and my mind succumbs to sexual voracity. The muscles in the rhino's legs tense up and relax each time he flexes his still growing cock, my own scent driving him into licentious perversion. He massages my sheath and balls, stimulating my growing orgasm and causing me to shuffle under him, the hand remaining tight around my neck to keep me in place while he toys with me.

He chuckles and after a moment his left hand wanders down from my privates between my legs, rubbing along my gooch until his large, hoofed finger grazes my tight, soft-skinned rose bud. The sensation makes me shudder, my heart pounding in my chest wondering what the massive beast would next do to me. His digit plays around with the small opening, rubbing circles around it then switching to an up and down motion. Before long, he roughly presses the thick hoofed finger through the tight entrance, splitting me apart and invading my anus. I gasp and grit my teeth as the entirety of my nethers explodes with lascivious sensations, a fiery, tingling sensation that's building up to an exquisite climax. His thick finger glides through my innards, pressing hard against my prostate and exacerbating my mounting pleasure. I continue watching his cock bounce around, the same small string of rhino fluids still clings to the tip, flung around wherever the guiding rod moves it. It looks fully erect now and the sight of his massive penis magnifies my excitement. It looks to be at least 16 inches long and, at best guess, 3 to 3-and-a-half inches at the head, opening up to a good 4 inches at the base. As far as I can tell, with all the man animals I've been with since arriving here, that has to be the largest penis I've seen and the idea of having that thing shoved inside of me fills me with excited apprehension.

"Whoa," he says, stealing my mind away for a split second. "You're really hot. I thought your cock and balls were a bit warm, but your ass is really hot. You must be dying for a closer sniff of my musk."

This deep into heat, I can only think about burying my muzzle in his stinky crotch, breathing in his odoriferous musk, and finally bringing about the torrential orgasm that's been torturing me for the last several minutes. As I begin to lament that I am mercilessly pinned by this pachyderm and unable to satiate my mounting sexual hunger, the rhinoceros pulls his nose away from my torso and extracts his finger from my butthole. I moan aloud, breathing a little better as he removes his hand from my neck, allowing me to open my jaw easier. I thought he was going to move away, but instead I stare up as he turns his body and edges his legs over to me. He lifts his right leg and carries it over me, positioning himself so that he is straddling my face while staring down at my crotch. I gulp as I gaze upward at the hairy and sweat body hovering less than a foot over me, his balls dangling right over my mouth. His cock is flopping downward and resting on my stomach, the small string of fluid having been strung out over my hips and now staining my fur.

I'm panting heavily now, my arms flat on the ground, my cock in agony for release from the vulgar sight of pachyderm cock and scrotum dangling above my face. The perspiration from the large beast man dribbles down his balls, coalescing in large droplets that fall from his hairy privates and land on my face. I shudder with exuberance as the droplets of the rhino's moisture hit me between the eyes, on the tip of my nose, or on my lips. I slowly stick out my tongue and wipe the salty expulsion from my lips and let the flavor fill my muzzle. Suddenly, my mouth is overcome with the taste of his stink, a new wave of warmth spreading through my body and forcing inadvertent flexing of my dick. The smell from above that was so far away is now much closer and quite a bit stronger. Desiring a hefty whiff, I close my panting muzzle and take a deep inhale of his musky aroma with every odor molecule, every pheromone bombarding my olfactory receptors. His funk is so strong, my mind starts to get fuzzy from the individual sources building up into such a cacophony of bodily stenches. I can detect the individual effects from the heat, his sweaty secretions, his unwashed cock and balls, and even his filthy ass. From my position, though, the strongest scent is coming from directly above me and the large, dirty, sweat-covered male package.

"Alright kit," the man says deviously. "You want my musk? Here it is. Enjoy."

Before my hazy mind can realize what's happening, the rhino lowers his crotch down onto my face and the rest of his body on top of me. I'm too late to react and suddenly the pachyderm is resting himself on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his balls and sheath resting on my muzzle. I move my face to the side to try to breathe better, but the rhino is putting his weight down on me, making it a bit harder for me to breathe. My arms are trapped to the side, free to flail about a small bit, but I am unable to pull them over me. I try to wiggle, to kick, to break free, but I am immobilized.

Once the shock of being trapped under this living, breathing, stinking sack of meat and bones abates, the overpowering bodily odors that were overloading my mind become apparent again. Suddenly, my nose is unable to detect any smells beside the fetid stench of bare, dirty rhinoceros crotch and the concentrated scent causing me to convulse with sexual sensations. Overwhelmed, I put more effort into trying to move my body, free it to try and reduce the discomfort I feel from my unimaginable growing climax. Unable to move my body, I kick my legs harder and faster, the effort providing some semblance of relief. However, I suddenly feel the rhino grab my legs under the knee and hold them up, cradling them in his arms as my most mobile body part is now kept in place to enhance my suffering from what I can only describe as sexual torture.

"Sniff my crotch, musk lover. If stink gets you off, then you'll enjoy huffin' my junk."

Accepting that I can't wriggle my way out of this, I stop resisting and start panting, breathing through my mouth so as to limit the effect his scent has on me, but it's no good. However I inhale it, it passes through my nasal passage and stimulates my sex drive, keeping me hot and wild for animal lovin'. Being subdued like this by someone I just met who's name I don't even know is intimidating and uncomfortable, but with my muzzle pressed up against his groin between his balls and his giant, toned thigh, I find myself submitting to the massive ungulate. As I release my inhibitions, suddenly the weight on my chest and stomach doesn't bother me as much. My legs being raised in the air and held in place with ass being displayed to the open air sends a tingle through my stomach. I realize now that I've been under this rhinoceros's control since I got that first whiff of his underwear. My apprehension slowly fades away, fueled by biological drives to experience everything this beast has to offer to feed my licentious hunger.

After a few deep breaths, I close my muzzle and take a deep, long breath in through my nose, keeping my lips sealed while the offensive musk pummels my nostrils. After a few seconds of inhaling the odoriferous funk supplied from the pachyderm, the pheromones take full effect, clouding my mind with unadulterated lust and driving my body to shudder uncontrollably. With my entire body immobilized, I'm unable to reduce the effect and my crotch explodes with sexual pitch.

"Uuuuuuggghhhh!" I moan aloud, unable to control my satisfaction.

"Whoa! Like that, huh?"

I say nothing, but close my mouth and breath in his stink again much faster and more readily this time. With the primary effect from the initial inhalation having passed and my mind starting to get used to his strong scent, I'm able to better enjoy the essence of his musk. It's bitter and acrid and overwhelmingly rhino, but every sniff of his nasty crotch tickles me in ways I can't even describe. I sniff again, unable to stop shaking as my approaching orgasm continues to reach a whole new pinnacle of libidinous sensation. I sniff again, the incredible heat causing me to soak my own fur coat with perspiration that adds to the abounding ambient aroma. The rhino's own perspiration is remaining steady as well, droplets falling down his buttocks, seeping through the cracks of his legs, and spilling out onto my neck, mixing with my own smelly foxy expulsions.

I shudder at the thought and speak absentmindedly, "More." My voice is quiet, but loud enough to be heard from above.

"What? What'd you say?"

I take another whiff, the air so strong with pachyderm musk, yet I can't seem to get enough. "More." I whiff again, each breath filling my lungs with his scent and causing a tremendously growing tingle in my nether region. My ass and cock feel like their on fire and yet the sensation of an approaching orgasm continues to grow. By now, if I were human, I'd probably have cum at least five times, but as a fox I've been able to experience orgasm on a whole new level. Even then, I don't think I've ever felt a climax come even close to what I'm feeling now. Still, no matter how much of this giant, smelly rhino's stench I inhale, I can't seem to satiate my lustful desire. I need more and more and so I sniff and sniff, blindly pushing my body to new limits and new heights of a sexual pinnacle.

"Aaaahhh! Uuuuurrrrgggg!" I can't keep my muzzle shut anymore as the sensation is too much.

"Yeah, kit! That's right! Huff my stinky cock! Let my stench own your body!"

His stench has owned my body from the start, but it hasn't yet completely overtaken me, but it's close. I sniff again, flexing my cock trying to force a climax, but it doesn't work. I shuffle around under the rhino's weight, but I find no relief and the feelings just continue to grow. I sniff again and grit my teeth as every muscle in my body tightens up and I feel that familiar sensation in my taint signal to me that my time is approaching. I breathe out through my mouth and in through my nose, my eyes starting to water as the mixture of the rhinoceros's scent and the novel sensuous tingling becomes too much to bear. My body tenses up as I feel my peak closing in. I clench my paws into fists and then open them as wide as I can while doing the same with my footpaws. I close my eyes and my mouth and continuously breathe in and out through my nose, in and out, nothing passing into my lungs without first assaulting my sense of smell.

My own sweat continues to traverse my body, dribbling down along my fur as it coats the ground below. The rhino's profuse perspirations soak into my fur, scenting my body with his dank musk and driving me mad. I'm shuffling wildly under the pachyderm's weight, my groin burning with climactic anxiety, edging slowly towards an explosive orgasm. I take another big huff of rhinoceros crotch, the odor molecules dancing along my receptors, and spreading to my taste buds with the flavorful stench of unwashed grime and excretions. Suddenly, every muscle in my body tightens up, my lips curling back into strained contortions as I reach my peak. I shudder and try for one last inhale before my sexual threshold boils over. I feel as though a great reservoir has been filling in my crotch and has finally begun to overflow.

I lie my head down, hardly able to breathe as I shut my eyes and let out a howling cry. "AAAAAHHHHHHH!" I feel the hot air on my naked, exposed tailhole as I clench it while flexing my cock, the sensation of my fox essence forcefully seeping through my urethra. With a powerful drive behind it, my balls tighten and my cock erupts with a violent expulsion of vulpine ejaculate. Unable to move and blocked by the pachyderm above me, my stream doesn't go far, but soaks into the ungulate's body. He holds my legs in place as I flex again, another powerful ejection of sperm and semen splattering on the sweaty torsos pressed against each other. Again I ejaculate and again, several times over and over with high pressure behind each streak hinting that each shot is rich in vulpine pulp. The scent of the rhino continues to invade my nostrils, the smell keeping my nethers at the precipice of sexual stimulation. I continue to cum, much longer than normal for me, but the rhino keeps firm, maintaining me in my undignified position as my jizz pools on my belly, spilling over my sides and dripping down my hips.

I've lost count, but I'd say I must've fired over twenty high-pressure shots of jizz into this giant's chest, yet I can't stop cumming. Small volumes of my spunk continue to seep out of my aching urethra, slowly but unending. My body is shaking from the impact of the climax, the sheer power truly telling of the heights my body reached orgasmically. Finally, after no less than a minute of erotic nirvana, I feel no more seminal fluid exuding out of my rod, my sack emptied of the contents that have been filling up for so long. I'm panting now, still shaking and somewhat cooled down thanks to the physical toll. My crotch still tingles with sensual delight thanks in part to the perpetual stink of pachyderm still implanted in my face, but the sexual torment affected by his pheromones has been mitigated quite a bit.

"Heh, that was something, fox," the rhino says. He suddenly shifts position, letting go of my legs and pulling his body weight off of me, no longer holding me down and making breathing easier. I let out a soft groan of pleasure as he does so, but he doesn't move away completely. He pulls his legs in and rests on his knees, his crotch no longer pressing against my muzzle, but only nominally pulled away. His penis is still rock hard and resting on my stomach. He's on his hands, still hovering over my sweat-soaked form, but at the moment I don't care. Exhausted from the stress, I just lay there and make no attempt to move away from the rhino's musk.

After a moment, the rhino begins rubbing my crotch, enveloping my still rock hard dick in his hand and softly massaging it. The sensitivity caused by my climax causes me to shudder and shuffle under the treatment of his fondling. I moan uncomfortably as he spreads my man-milk around my groin, mixing it with my sweat into my fur. Several seconds after, he pulls his hand away and I hear the sound of sniffing and the wet slurping of tongue.

"Mmm, that's pretty tasty. Incredibly salty though, but cum and sweat are a pretty tasty mix."

I continue catching my breath, beginning to notice the hot climate again as the rhino moves off of me. He finally gets his balls off of my face and crawls to the side, turning so that his head is over mine, staring down at me with a seductive smile on his face. I gaze up into his eyes, the large ivory horn, the thick glistening lips, the squared off jaw connected to a body-builder's neck, all accentuating my attraction to this creature.

"You must really like my smell, don't you?" he asks.

Admittedly, I'm still somewhat apprehensive about having been dominated like that, but I'd be lying if I denied the overwhelming pleasure brought on by being forced to inhale his crotch stench. I gulp the saliva building in my muzzle and nod enthusiastically as I manage a weak smile. Slowly, I sit up and he moves aside, allowing me a little more room. I stare down at my crotch and notice the immense patch of turbid jizz painted into my fur with large chunks of sperm matted throughout. I make no attempt to hide my surprise at how much cum my balls were able to expel in one session, though I'm also particularly impressed. I turn to stare at the rhino and notice his chest is matted as well with patches and strands of my ejaculate. Out of pure lusty curiosity, I lean forward until my nose is inches from the stains on his chest and sniff a few times to inhale the combination of fox splooge and rhino musk. I close my eyes as my body reacts with erotic passion, still in heat, but not as deep as before.

I pull away and sit there, staring back into the big man's eyes for a moment, just enjoying the afterglow. "That- I've never... I've never cum like that before."

The rhino chuckles. "I'm impressed. I've never seen a fox explode like that either. You must've been holding it in for months."

"Well, not months, but a couple weeks for sure."

"Well... you wanna rest a bit, or you ready for more?"

I'm taken aback by the question. Given the circumstances, I'm surprised he's being so forward about the sexual nature of our encounter and his openness regarding my fetish. I take a moment to consider the position I'm in, both physically and mentally, and even question whether or not I actually want to continue mating with this man. A small breeze moves in and the pachyderm's scent wafts over to me and my body makes the decision for me. However, as I swallow another pool of dry spit, my dehydration becomes a bit more apparent.

"Actually, uh... if you don't mind, I think I need a drink of water first." My response is rather sheepish and reluctant, but he just smiles reassuringly.

"By all means. You look pretty drained. Gotta stay hydrated, especially in this heat."

The rhino sits back and rests on his haunches, placing his paws on his knees as he stares down at me, watching and waiting for me to move. A little self-conscious, I turn over onto my side and the large puddle of cum sloshes off, gliding over my waist with small strings stretching towards the ground. I get to my feet and the last of the ejaculate not clinging to my fur slowly crawls down my crotch to my upper thigh, covering a large portion of my body in my own love juices. I slowly saunter over to the lake keenly aware of the pachyderm watching me. I drop down back onto my paws and knees as I stare down at the beckoning water. I dip my hand in and pull up as much liquid as my paw can contain and hastily slurp it up. The feeling of the liquid dancing along my tongue, diluting the dried spit and lubricating my throat, causes my heart rate to quicken. I quickly scoop up a few more pawfuls before just dipping my muzzle into the water to accelerate the process.

4

After a moment, I hear the sound of heavy hoof steps moving away from me and I pull my head away from the water to gaze back at the burly ungulate. At this moment, I get my first glance of the rhinoceros's backside and for a moment I feel a second orgasm precipitate in my groin. The moment passes, but my arousal begins building again as I stare at the large, round rump flexing with every step he takes. Like his dangling scrotum, his ass is hairy, though sparsely to keep it from being too bushy, but long and curly. His tail doesn't move much, but the appendage captures my attention as well like a back-end phallus that I need to suck.

The scent fades somewhat as the man approaches the alcove and I find my mind suddenly dwelling on what just happened. In all the months I've been on this planet living life as a fox with an insatiable sex drive, I've never been dominated quite the way that rhino just did. I've been screwed by horses, moose, and giraffes, I've sniffed the rancid, ammonia-rich stink of an entire farm's worth of animal genitals, I've even been tied down and fucked by an entire zoo of man-animals, but this experience was entirely new to me. That smell was overwhelming and clouded my mind to anything other than driving me to orgasm. We just met and yet he held me down and forced his awful stench down my throat without a second thought. I felt uneasy and embarrassed, but the pleasure I felt pushed all my apprehensive thoughts aside. No matter how uncertain I got, had he pulled his cock out of me face, relieved some of his weight off of me, or even let go of my legs to ease the tension in my groin, I know I would've lamented any action he took.

I turn and look back at the water, my reflection looking back at me as I contemplate the idea that he's not done with me. Granted, I've already cum once and he hasn't cum yet, but I haven't offered myself to him and he hasn't yet told me his name. Even then, as my body continues to burn with sexual heat, I find myself drawn to thoughts of his giant dong penetrating my back entrance, stimulating my prostate and exciting my lust. I need to smell more of his body, get my nose buried in his skin and explore the entire surface of his aromatic epidermis. But still, I can't shake this feeling of apprehension and doubt, wondering how far he would go and what he expects of me once he'd finally had enough. Unfortunately, if I huff his condensed pheromones again, without a doubt I will be on my stomach, butt in his face, tail lifted, and begging for him to take me.

I let out a soft moan as the warmth in my crotch causes a pleasing tingling sensation. I can't let this go yet, not until I've explored this situation thoroughly and that means that he and I are not done, regardless of any uncertainties I feel. I see the rhino quickly pacing towards me again and my heart begins to palpitate once again. I breathe deeply and take a few more pawfuls of water, slurping it up happily. I lick my lips as the pachyderm steps up behind me. I flick away the water on my furry paw, ready to turn around when I suddenly feel a large hand grip my right ankle and pull me back, sliding me along the grass until I'm flat on my stomach.

"Whoa! What the hell-"

My words are interrupted by the rhino dropping down on top of me, his hands landing with a harsh thud on either side of my shoulders. I feel his torso hovering over my back, touching it while not putting as much of his weight down on me as he did before. My heart is pounding in my chest and my nerves fire up as the rhino brings his head down, the end of his muzzle pressing against the back of my head. The sound of respiration echoes vehemently through his nostrils as hot air is expelled, hitting me between the ears and enough to calm my nerves and fire up my lusty desires. I close my eyes and let my mouth hang agape as he slowly breathes in and out, hot air brushing through my head fur and stimulating my excitement.

After a moment, I feel a long, wet tongue press down on my head at the base of my skull and with a hard push licks upwards along my skull pressing my head downwards. I let out a soft moan as he continues his harsh ministrations. Several licks at the back of my head and he begins moving his tongue-bathing towards the left, first slickening up the back my ear with his hot, odiferous saliva, then moving around the side till he was lapping at the insides. I shudder with exhilaration and let out a mild chortle, the rhino never ceasing from cleaning the sweat from my fur. He moves his tongue down along my cheeks and I open my eyes as he does so, watching as his muzzle's long, thick appendage darts from between those thick, gray lips, sliding under my eye, and retreating back into his maw to ingest my tasty musk. My cock begins pulsing under my waist, the immediate commencement of a potential mating only heightening my sexual compulsion.

After several long, slow, and methodical laps along my cheek, the large beast lowers his head so that his big, blue eyes are aligned with my own brown ones. He has a seductive, yet caring smile on his face as I stare back, nothing but lust written on mine. "Tell me honestly: do you think you could take a rhino?" His deep voice resonates with words that warm me up with lascivious anticipation.

The thought of him inserting his thick dick into me causes my asshole to instinctively clench hard and my balls to tighten as I gasp with sensual expectation. I've taken large men before, but I've never taken anyone as thick or as long as him, but still I'm confident. Since becoming a fox, I've noticed I've become a bit more flexible in the anal region, despite how tight I manage to maintain it and I've taken some particularly large animal cock without getting injured. As I recall the girth of his package, I feel cocksure (pun intended) that I can accommodate his rod, though I expect to feel every inch of it. "Ye- ye- yes!" I manage through bated breath.

"Really?" he asks while bringing one hand back and running it between my cheeks, his thick fingers rubbing up against my tight, wrinkled tailhole. "You really think you can take all 17 inches of thick, pulsing, rhino meat?" he asks rhetorically, but he already knows what I'll say. With my heat at elevated levels due to the effect of his concentrated pheromones, he knows that I'm too enraptured in lustful desires to deny him access, even if I were doubtful I could take him.

"I'm... *huff* I'm sure. Please, take me. Please... mate me. I can take it." My breathing is so labored from estrus that I can barely get a word past my lips.

With nothing else said, he smiles wickedly as he leans in and licks me once more up the side of my face, spreading copious amounts of saliva through my fur and leaving me with a large amount of the surface area of my head covered with slick, sticky, and musty pachyderm spit. He slowly moves back, climbing off of me and lingering over my legs and tail end, leaving me anxious for when he finally takes me. I feel his hands grip my thighs and spread them apart before reaching up and lifting the base of my tail up and out of the way of my small but flexible ring. The open air hits the exposed skin, oddly cool thanks to the effects of my heat. My heart pounds in my chest, each second excruciating as I wait impatiently for him to make his move. Finally, I feel the warmth of his breath on my round rump and his tongue darts out and begins licking up along my crack.

"Ooooh!" I moan as he laps up my backside.

He chuckles. "You like that, fox?"

I simply moan with ecstasy which he accepts and continues to rim me. His large tongue focuses on my anus and the area surrounding it, slathering it with his saliva. He makes several hard licks that tickle my nethers each time before he presses his appendage hard against my sphincter, fighting the tight barrier to my musky innards. I try my best to relax, straining as that is, before I feel his tongue delve deep into my rectum, leaving behind a thick coating of drool to act as lubricant for his upcoming massive dong. He remains inside me for some time and after several deep breaths I close my muzzle and breathe in through my nose, letting my olfactory senses accentuate the stimulating experience. The rhino's bodily musk permeates the air around me with such strength that I can detect nothing else. The acrid bitterness of his saliva on my face adds a new olfactory element that enhances an already sensual moment. I continue to moan, trying to keep my sexual tension high by keeping my mouth shut and inhaling through my nose the heavy, mind-numbing rhino scent.

Without thinking about it, I pull my legs in, resting on my knees and lifting my hind-quarters in the air, presenting myself to the large creature while his tongue is still embedded in me. After this, he pulls his tongue out of my ass and the desert air sends a breeze that cools the orally-produced lubricant and sends a shiver up my spine. The rhino lets out a chuckle as I display myself in a position of subservience.

"Yeah, that's what I like to see. You're a good little fox." He slowly begins to crawl over me, his arms moving to either side of me, making my heart rate increase and my breathing more labored. I feel his fleshy member flop onto my waist and slide along my back as the rhino moves into position, making me gulp nervously. "Are you ready for me, fox?"

It takes a second for me to find the ability to actually speak. "Yes."

"Are you tight, fox?"

"Yes." I say louder.

"Are you warm, fox?"

"Yes!" I shout as my body seems to continuously increase, desperate for him to start mating with me.

"Are you gonna make me happy... fox?"

"Yes! Please, mate me! Take my ass! Fill me with your thick cock and fuck me long and hard! I'm hot, I'm tight, I'm wet, and I will make you happy!" I don't even realize what I've said until the words have left my sexually frantic lips, but the rhino seems to have enjoyed hearing them as he lets out an amused chuckle.

"Wow! Desperate, aren't we? Alright then, you make me happy and I'll make you happy."

"Having you inside me will make me happy! Please!"

"Heh, very well." I feel his chest against my back as he brings his muzzle next to my ear as he whispers, "Take a deep breath."

I instinctively do as bid, holding my breath as I dig my claws into the ground, tighten up every muscle, and prepare for the insertion of his massive weaponry. The extensive cock slides backward as the rhino pulls his hips back, getting himself into position. I feel the head as it passes over the hump of my butt, under the tail, and down between my furry cheeks. The glans slides past my anus as the hulking man-beast attempts to position himself without the use of his hands. My heart's racing and I'm shuddering with anticipation, inching closer and closer to the most primal of animal affairs. He moves his hips, his cockhead fumbling about behind me trying to find its mark until it manages to rest dead center over the wrinkled opening. I gasp and hold my breath waiting for the pachyderm to apply pressure and finally bond us together.

The rhino reaches back and places his right hand on my hip to hold me in place and after a torturous moment, he takes a deep breath and I feel an intense prodding at my backside entrance. The pressure intensifies as the force from his dick pushes me forward and I feel his hand apply back pressure against his stabbing member. As the pressure builds, my tightened sphincter finally gives way and begins to spread to relieve the tension levied against me. I grunt aloud as the massive organ separates my anal muscles wider and wider to accommodate the immense circumference. As my asshole spreads wide enough to envelope his thick glans, a biting sensation begins to pervade throughout my petite rump, making the warmth that's spread to my nether region feel more like burning. Despite my anal flexibility, I find difficulty catering to his size, which causes concern as I am still being opened up, intensifying to burning pain in my anus. I grit my teeth and try to bear it as I'm pushed past the limits I've exceeded previously, worrying that I won't be able to handle him after all. Still he continues to spread me wider, the sting in my ass escalating to the point of unbearable.

As I find myself reaching the point where I want to say something, I finally feel his glans slip past the tight barrier, successfully penetrating my rosebud. I gasp a sigh of relief as the separation of my hole ceases and the fiery pain in my backside stagnates. Before I can even begin to grow accustomed to it, the rhino continues to spear me with his meat, invading my innards. The shaft slides along the tight muscles, his cock moving past my rectum and into my large intestine. The burning in my ring is soon coupled with the sensation of being filled by something long, hard, and thick, starting from my hips and moving upwards. As my bowels are filled out by his sausage, he moves passed my prostate, pressing hard against it and stimulating me with an intense sensual shock. I immediately arch my back and moan in pleasure as I press up against his chest, the tingling in my groin coupling with the burning in my ass causing me to inadvertently tighten my grip around his cock, which does little as I'm opened too wide to actually flex my tailhole. At this point, my prostate is continuously excited as his dick continues to traverse the dark, damp recesses of my intestines and the feeling of his cock filling my body grows more and more.

"Goddamn you're... *grunt* hot! I can't... *urgh* believe how warm your insides are!" he manages through labored grunts, obviously having difficulty sliding his massive cock into my bowels.

The words cause tingles throughout my body as all the sensations of the mounting continue to intensify. As his dick continues to penetrate me, the shaft grows thicker and thicker, slightly more noticeable as he gets closer to hilting me. The pain in my anus burns hotter and I'm having a harder time tolerating it, but his dong continues pressing against my prostate, stimulating me sexually and compounding intense pleasure with intense pain. I consider the fact that had he not lubricated me first, this would be a lot more painful. At the same time, as his shaft delves deeper while stretching out my intestines, the growing sense of filling moves passed my stomach and into my chest. I start panting as I feel his head prodding against my lungs, making breathing feel a bit more taxing.

As his hips begin brushing against my rump, I find the pain a bit too much to bear and I let out a mild cry of pain, tears beginning to well up in my eyes. Fortunately, it seems the pachyderm has finally managed to insert the last inch of his enormous phallus inside of me. After a few huffs from above, the giant brings his hand around and begins rubbing my stomach, feeling along the container that currently encapsulates his penis. And finally, after enduring an uncertain trial, I'm finally able to acclimate to the rhino's immense meat, but only to an extent that it's not unbearable anymore. The pain continues to burn as my crotch continues to tingle. The warmth in my groin from heat is exacerbated by the invasion of my innards. Finally, as I lay there on my paws and knees panting, I find myself trying harder to maintain a steady breathing rhythm. It's as though his cock were literally poking the back of my throat.

The rhino soon pulls himself up onto his knees as I continue to try to breathe regularly, my mind fuzzy as a mixture of pain and pleasure produce contradicting sensations. "Mm, you weren't kidding." He says in a soft tone. "You are really tight... and hot. I feel like me cock has been stuffed in an oven." He begins softly petting my lower back, tickling me and causing an inadvertent spasm that pulls on his cock, sending jolts of burning pleasure through my ass and crotch. I whimper as the whole menagerie of sensations overwhelm my lust-filled mentality and I eagerly await an animalistic mating. "And boy, you are sexy."

I smile at the last remark, still panting as the behemoth places both hands on my hips, gripping tightly and holding me in place as he begins pulling his hips back. His cock begins sliding out of my anus slowly, tough rhinoceros skin rubbing against tender vulpine muscle being stretched to its limit. The burning in my ass flares up again and I whimper in pain, but to my relief the pain isn't entirely unpleasant, producing a sensation that makes me shiver with sexual joy. He continues pulling several inches of his rock hard pole and I sense every inch as it glides down my body. A few more inches and in one quick motion he rams his sausage back into me, not too rough, but I'm unprepared for the result. As his shaft presses down hard against my prostate, my intense arousal is stimulated to new heights and I arch my back in response. As I begin to moan, I feel his glans once again poke at my lungs and my breath gets caught in my throat, preventing me from making any noise. I gag for a moment as the sensual experience washes over me and my body shivers with fervent passion, making my heart beat furiously.

He pulls out for a second thrust and I find my breath again, panting a little as the physical sensations increase in intensity. As he impales me again, the same combination of pain and pleasure in my groin mixed with a choking sensation in my throat assaults me and although I'm better prepared for it, I'm still unable to adapt to it. I choke on his cock while my body convulses from perverse ecstasy as he slowly begins regular pounding motions, rocking me hard with each extraction and insertion, his grip on my hips hardly keeping me steady. My body is rocked back and forth while my groin is wracked with primeval exultation. I feel my intestines inflating and deflating in the most extreme and filling experience while my ability to respire is tested like never before. Each time I feel the effects of his cockhead on my breathing, I get a little bit of wind knocked out of me, resulting in a guttural grunt that completes the experience. I find my own rhythm to help breathe easier between his thrusts and accept his dominating power over my body.

His initial tempo is relatively slow, no doubt resulting from having to slide his thick meat through my tight innards making it a slog to move quickly through, but he continues on. He's grunting above me, his grip on my hips tighter now as he has more control on my movements. The fire in my rectum has become almost exclusively pleasurable and the torment on my prostate is unceasing. My groin is tingling with an eagerness for another forceful orgasm like before and that tingling has spread to the rest of my body, causing me to shake uncontrollably. I don't think he notices as his humping motion is masking the shuddering of my body. The building pleasure in my body turns my winded grunts into moans that are getting louder. My mouth is hanging agape and saliva begins pooling in my muzzle ready to spill over my thin lips, for which I make no effort to prevent.

This continues on for a few minutes; him on his knees looking down on me on my paws and knees while thrusting powerfully in a steady and consistent rhythm. Eventually, he pauses, embedding his penis as deep inside me as he can get it, leaving me shaking from immeasurable pleasure and essentially gagging around his glans. Immediately, he drops down on his hands, hovering over me with his muzzle hanging just inches above my head. He wraps his left arm around my waist as he begins humping me again, he dick sliding in and out again and re-initializing the most sexually stimulating invasion of my body I've ever encountered. I begin gasping again while being pummeled again as the monster above me is panting hard with his open maw exhaling hot, rancid breath on the back of my sweat and spit-soaked head with excited mating grunts. As I'm rocked forward and back, the saliva building in my muzzle overflows and I begin drooling all over the desert floor, long strings of my own spit hanging off my lips that I'm too entranced in euphoria to clean up. It seems the rhino has the same lack of control as I soon feel something wet and sticky contact my head and dribble down the sides of my cheek and neck I realize it's his own slobber, adding a fresh coating of his viscous, odiferous mating saliva to the coat that he intentionally added previously.

The heat from the sun as it approaches noon slams down on both of us and my body reacts by leaking sweat like a running faucet. The ground below me begins to form small wet spots where my perspiration flings from the matted ends of my fur. The sweat from the pachyderm mixes with my own, enhancing the already fetid smell of the unwashed behemoth and assailing my olfactory receptors. My nose alights with the musk of rhinoceros scents from his sweaty body to his salivating breath and soon my crotch explodes with the euphoric twinge of immeasurable orgasmic bliss. My body is shaking more noticeably now, despite his powerful rocking, though he seems so lost in lust that he probably still doesn't notice... or care. My peak is building and I expect it to be as strong or even stronger as the last and as such the physical sensation is so overwhelming that my winded grunts turn to pitiful cries of amorous torment.

The large man continues his domination over me, bathing me in his sweat and saliva while diffusing his malodorous aroma around to invade me senses. My body is aching for sexual release, completely reliant on the overpowering sexual prowess of the ungulate fucking me, who is not disappointing at the moment. Then, he suddenly stops, pausing with his entire shaft lodged in my backside leaving me panting and whining as I continue to drool on the ground and shudder with euphoric anticipation. The rhino is panting as well, though I hear him lick his lips and halt the downpour of pachyderm spit that's waterlogged my scalp.

"*Ugh*... *urg*... *ooh*... My god, I've *ugh* never had an *pant* ass this good. So tight, so hot, so slick." He licks the top of my head, spreading the muggy saliva around. "You make one hell of a cock incubator, fox." I've never been referred to as a cock incubator, but it stirs a joyful tingling in my belly. "But don't worry, I haven't forgotten your 'sniffer' needs."

With his bodily musk and acrid breath overpowering the smell of the desert, combined with his enormous cock spreading me wide open and testing the limits of my prostate, I feel my 'sniffer' needs are being satisfied. Not wanting him to feel unproductive, I catch my breath and ready myself to inform him how much I was enjoying his erotic stink. However, before I get the chance to, his right hand clasps some garment over my muzzle and squeezes down on my jaw holding my muzzle closed. Alarmed, my eyes widen as my breathing becomes a bit more difficult as I'm forced to inhale through my nose while still feeling his cockhead poking at my lungs.

I make no move to remove his hand, but as I breathe in through my nose, the scent of the garment fills up my nasal passages and soon I recognize what it is he's forcing on my face. The heavy, overpowering, hot, stale, malodorous stench of rhinoceros crotch, ass, and natural secretions invades my nostrils and every muscle in my body tightens up, including my anal sphincter which somehow manages to tighten its grip around his thick pole. My ass burns from the effect and my eyes and nose begin to seer from the unadulterated odor of his underwear soaked with unwashed excretions. My mind goes hazy as a wave of burning sensations fills my body from head to ass, exciting my sexual tension and making me shudder as the sensations are too much to bear. I breathe again, the stench far more potent than I remember, and I reach up and grab his wrist to try and pry him off, but he holds me taught and I'm forced to breathe his stink again and again, panting while forcefully assaulting my olfaction at the same time.

That heat wave builds up in my crotch with a mind-numbing tingling that causes me to flex instinctively. I feel weak as my orgasm continues to build and I concede to the pachyderm's treatment, letting my paw fall to the ground as he holds the filthy cloth over my face, his gooch stench infesting my nose. I grip the ground and shake, my body suffering from heat and sexual tension that refuses to allow my balls release as my orgasm continues to climb higher and higher.

"Yeah... breathe in my stink. You love it don't you?"

"Mmmmmmm!" I moan through the cloth as I huff more rhino sweat. "Mmmmmm!"

"Well, there's more where that- Oh!" He grunts as my ass squeezes around his dick. "Oh man! Holy shit... you're getting hotter! Fuck!" I feel his body lower itself onto my back, putting a bit of his weight on me as I feel his cock flex in my intestines, his phallic glans brushing against my throat. "Oh god!"

He quickly wraps his left arm around my belly, holding me in place as he begins thrusting again, pulling out a few inches of his massive pipe before shoving it back in. The motions are quick and hard now, his penis stabbing my lungs as if threatening to choke me. I begin panting again, finding breathing less difficult as the sensation of his shaft sliding against my prostate sparks an intense response from my groin, the tension skyrocketing as I feel my climax finally approaching. I inhale his underwear stink, letting the pheromones drive me to the brink, though it doesn't take long before I feel my testes overflow with heat-driven fox-milk.

I'm shuddering as my body shuffles under the weight of the beast controlling me, my mind incapable of handling the physical bombardment of sexual stimulation the rhino is assailing me with. I moan and cry through the underwear, the pachyderm musk thick and heavy, condensing on the back of my tongue and filling my muzzle with the rancid flavor of his taint. Tears well up in my eyes as my senses are flooded with the smelly ungulate's odor and my prostate is mercilessly assaulted by the throbbing penis excavating my ass. My crotch is on fire as the muscles in my groin begin tensing up and flexing as my second orgasm on this hot, summer day reaches its zenith. I dig my claws into the ground, try desperately to straighten out my legs as best I can, though the rhino is preventing me from doing so, and my stomach tightens as I feel my male juices filling up my vas deferens towards my imminent climax.

I hold out as long as I can, the thick rod pounding my ass driving me to still further heights that make my entire body shake under his hold. I huff another breath of the stinky undergarment and the aroma that fills my lungs lights my groin aflame like a fuse igniting a bomb. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I scream into the filthy cloth as my cock explodes, a cascade of my fox essence spurting forth in the most forceful ejaculation I've ever had, striking me under the chin as well as the pachyderm's arm. The rhino continues to mate me, pummeling my ass and maintaining my peak at its maximum level. My body rocks uncontrollably as I cum again and again, ejecting several long strings of sperm and semen in long arches that mix with our sweat and cover my belly and his arm in explosive eruptions that tickle my urethra with every burst. My body feels weak and the rhino is essentially holding me up on his own as he continues to rape my backside while my dick continues to expunge my scrotum's contents. He maintains the position of his underwear around my nose, forcing me to continue inhaling his pheromones after I've reached the pinnacle of sexual release and keeping me in a state of heightened sexual capacity. Almost a minute passes and I'm still cumming with smaller and smaller spurts of cum, but the battering ram spreading me open and filling my intestines prevents me from relaxing from my climax as does the musk being forced through my nasal canal. Though I'm nearing the end of my climax, my groin still burns with orgasmic thirst and I'm already beginning my ascent towards a third orgasm. My body is so weak that I don't know if I can take the ordeal, yet at the moment I don't have a choice.

During my orgasm, my body clenched up tighter than I realized and soon the burning sensation in my sphincter that was so enjoyable before suddenly turns to a pressurized pain again, but nothing I can't endure. Before I finish, the rhino pulls me tight against his chest and lowers his head down right next to mine as his thrusts become more erratic, faster, and harsher as his hips begin slapping my rump. I feel my second orgasm wane, my sensitive cock still oozing ejaculate as the tingling sensation diminishes a bit, but then starts to rise as my prostate is relentlessly assailed. The rhino's panting now, his eyes closed, and his fetid breath seeping through the underwear and mixing with his crotch scent, allowing new sensations to spark sexual euphoria in my wracked body.

With each thrust he pants harder, grunting through gritted teeth and eyes closed as he's focused on edging himself closer to his own climax. Soon, his mouth starts hanging open and his tongue paces back on forth in his muzzle while moaning loudly. Saliva soon pours over the side of his maw and lands in a puddle on the ground, his bitter breath offending my nose through the underwear that's burning my nostrils. He's paddling my cheeks with his hips, an obvious smacking sound emanating from my furred rump while my tail dangles off to the side, his thick meat continuing to slide along my slimy intestines. His moaning grows louder and soon his thrusts slow in rhythm and once they reach a steady pace, he begins pulling more of his dick out before shoving it back in violently, poking behind my chest and choking me harshly.

A few more internal beatings from his sausage as he lifts his head back, drooling with savage lust, and he finally jams it in, screaming out an orgasmic roar. He impales me with his length and holds it inside me for about half a second before repeating the process, extracting a few inches and then stuffing me like a condom. My claws grip the ground as I breathe in his musk while he finishes off inside me, his hold on me tight and constricting, but assisting in maintaining a strong elevated heat in my crotch. Several thrusts go by and suddenly I begin to feel a warmth form in my upper back and quickly flow down to my abdomen where it pools and fills out. The scent of rhinoceros cock, taint, ass, and saliva fills my stomach with a vibrant tingle as I imagine his penis spewing forth a torrential flood of his sticky manly seed into my innards and clogging up my digestive tract, leaving a large pool of chunky, white semen to coat my intestinal walls. I happily inhale the damp stink as he continues to pound my ass forcefully as the feeling of warm, gooey spunk continues to fill my insides. I shake uncontrollably as I feel my cock expel another long shot of fluid, wondering if I just had a little mini-orgasm or if I peed a little out of excitement. I don't care either way.

An endless barrage of anal fracking and soon he embeds his cock deep in my bowels and keeps it there, forcing me to breathe carefully around his invading cockhead. He grunts a bit before exhaling loudly, resting his upper torso on my back and bringing his head down next to mine. With his hand still enclosing his filthy undies over my muzzle, he pulls my head to rest right up against his, cheek to cheek as he catches his breath from what was a very powerful, very animalistic climax. I continue staring at his face as he breathes heavily, admiring his large skull and facial features as well as the motions of his head, his eyebrows, and his lips as he steadily relaxes. Finally, after a few minutes, he opens his eyes and immediately catches sight of me staring at him, soon after smiling and nuzzling my head.

"God, you're sexy!" he says in a drained voice. "And... oomph... you really did take me. You took almost all of me. And..." he pauses as he moves his hand to rub my belly full of cum, "you had room for a full serving of rhino splooge. Mmm... such a wonderful present I found in the desert." He continues rubbing my belly, pressing into it and sloshing around the semen filling my bowels. I moan at the sensation, clenching my groin muscles and eliciting a sensuous grunt from the large pachyderm.

"Oh, god yes! More. I want..." He trails off, leaving me to fester in the vapor of hefty musk and salty sweat that pervades the air around me and soaks into my damp fur coat. "I want..." he repeats, seemingly unable to finish his thought, though I understand his predicament. Suddenly, I feel his muzzle against the back of my head and I hear a large inhale through his snout, breathing in the mixture of his own saliva and sweat conflating with my own dense odoriferous sweat and effusing musk. I feel him shudder as the olfactory conglomeration affects him in much the same way it's been affecting me and his hand on my belly slows its ministrations. I'm a little confused, but then he takes another inhale, deeper and with a moan at the end. Soon I feel his drool hit my neck and run down the sides. "I..." He doesn't get any further, making me think my own stench is turning him on again.

Suddenly, my head is jerked to the side and the large, gray beast-man presses his snout up against the underside of my jaw and begins sniffing away, huffing my scent where it's strong and attainable in the current position. He holds my muzzle closed sharply, keeping the scent of his foul undergarment flowing through my nasal passage. His hand on my belly is no longer rubbing it, but curling his fingers into a fist as he digs his knuckles into my belly, causing me to whine in pain. I bring a paw up to the wrist holding my head and try with absolutely no success to ease his rough treatment as he continues huffing my bodily odor. He starts grunting and snarling, breathing sharply as the smell of my unwashed coat arouses him quickly, his sexual prowess undaunted by his previous, and very recent, romp. He flexes his cock, straining my butthole and sending more sharp spikes of burning pain through my ass. He motions with his hips the act of mating, his thrusts small and ineffective, but good enough to rock me back and forth uncomfortably while he uses my scent to drive himself mad with sexual yearning. My heart's beating wildly in my chest as my breathing is labored and difficult as this man keeps finding ways to challenge my ability to breathe.

"I NEED MORE!" His voice is loud, but gravelly and coarse. That doesn't change the fact that his words fill me with dread and anxiety at what he might do next. He removes his nose from my jaw and returns me to my original position, but then shifts his weight so he can pull himself back onto his knees. He then pulls me against his sweaty chest and lifts me up as he pulls himself off the ground, bringing himself and me in the process into a sitting position, him on his haunches and me on his pole. He loosens his grip and soon gravity shows me just what my limits are in regards to how much male anthro animal cock I can fit in my ass. I slowly slide down his large, behemoth phallus, plunging it deeper into my bowels as the thickest part of his meat soon slides past my cheeks and spreads apart my already tortured anus. The base soon enters me, stretching my sensitive ring even further to a point I never thought possible without ripping me in half. The burning sensation turns into an outright fire in my ass and spreads through my groin and my stomach. I scream through the dank underwear and grab a hold of the rhino's arm, trying to remove it as at the moment I want to try and limit the number of overbearing sensations overloading my senses. I try shaking around, but his cock practically has me locked in position so I can hardly move, resorting to just flailing my legs around. In addition, with his erect penis now penetrating even deeper, his glans is now further up my chest, stretching my intestines in unnatural ways and inhibiting my breathing further still. No matter what I try or how I scream, the rhino doesn't seem interested in alleviating my anal stress test and keeps still with his log embedded in my anus.

"Mmm, yeah. So tight, so warm. Uurgh, squeeze my cock. God, you're such a good toy!"

I'm still whining through the underwear, tears welling in my eyes as the pain prevents me from sitting still, but I've stopped flailing so much and instead am simply softly kicking my legs trying unsuccessfully to better accommodate his package. His hand on my belly pulls me in tight against his torso, pressing his damp sweat against my sweat-soaked fur as I get to feel the bulge of his belly against my back and the rotund shape of his manly chest on my neck and head. His grip tightens and he starts growling as he shifts around slightly, the burning of my entire groin and hips exacerbating my natural heat.

"Oomph! Urgh!"

With a few grunts, he begins pulling my body up, sliding my fur against his cracked, hairy skin and sliding me along his penis as a few inches are extracted from my butt. His shaft once again puts a great deal of pressure on my prostate as it slowly moves down my intestinal walls, my stretched tailhole aching for release from this torment. After moving a few inches, he mercilessly plunges me down on his cock, spreading my asshole wide open with his massively thick base as an eruption of excessive heat ignites in my rump. This spreads to my crotch and my dick, producing an explosion of sensual sensations and I scream silently through the cloth as I feel an inadvertent release of fluid from my dick. This time though I'm sure the force exerted an inordinate amount of pressure on my bladder and I just couldn't hold back. He doesn't ease into a rhythm of hardcore fucking as he quickly begins fracking into me up and down, consistently stoking the fire in my nether region which has a more pleasant effect on my sex drive. The burning in my cock turns into euphoric tingling that begins at a heightened state, allowing me to start relatively close to my third orgasm of the day.

The pumping is fast and hard, my ass tormented by the unnatural stretching and my prostate bombarded by the internal pressure while I'm forced to endure further subjugation by a rhinoceros I just met. I continue huffing his aromatic crotch remnants as I grab onto his arm keeping the underwear stench on my muzzle and hold tight as I ride the pachyderm fire hose. I can tell how tightly I'm squeezing the base of his sausage and each time I'm hilted my cock spasms with orgasmic delight, teasing climax after climax that isn't quite primed yet for another blowout. Instead, I'm kept near my peak which continues to remain at a height that stirs a fiery sensation in my stomach that comes neither from my heat or sphincter stretching, but from the ethereal ecstasy I've never experienced as a human. The loud grunts I hear above me confirm the sexual satisfaction the ungulate takes from using my rectum as a sex toy, but as the unpleasant agony turns into painful lust I find no displeasure in being used by the large man-animal.

Soon enough, I feel the wet, slimy slobber from his muzzle seep onto the top of my head and down the top of my muzzle. If it weren't for his hand covering my nose, the sticky drool would seep through the underwear and I'd be forced to inhale his rancid spit, testing my senses once again. For now though, I simply relish the warm liquid basting my head with a fresh coating, mixing with the dried saliva that he covered me with earlier before he turned my bowels into a cum receptacle. As I bounce up and down, I feel the seminal fluid slosh around in my innards with nowhere to go and soon about to increase in volume. The thought of all this excites me further and pushes me quickly to my peak as the overwhelming effect of the monstrous penis drives me to orgasm much quicker than it had before.

The rhino's grip tightens and his pumping gets more harsh and fast. "Oomph! Urgh! Gah! Fuck, you feel good! Goddamnit, take more! Take my meat! Take my seed! Drink my fucking cum up your ass, fox! AAH!"

His demoralizing and dominating words only stir my sexual drive more and my cock flexes excitedly as I can feel how close I am to cumming. The beast-man's pumping, having reached a fast and rough rhythm, slows a bit with him jamming me down on his rod being followed by a short pause before the next thrust. His grunting turns to moans and I can hear him grit his teeth and after a strained groan, he soon shouts as loud as he can, "AAAAAAAAAAHHH! FUCK ME!"

He slams me down, hilting me, burning my ass like a red hot poker, and leaving it in there like that for a couple of seconds before he begins pumping again. He picks me up and slams me down, pausing for half a second before doing it again, grunting the whole time. My cock can't take much more as my groin burns and tingles orgasmically. I feel the warmth of rhinoceros spunk filling my intestines once again and that warmth travels down to the puddle of old spunk baking in my warm innards. Finally, his hard thrusts push me over the edge and my cock erupts with vulpine splooge once again, this time firing straight out into the open air and landing on the ground right in front of me. I moan through the garment as he continues to milk himself with my ass, indirectly milking me in the process. My orgasm doesn't last as long this time, nor do I expel as much seed as I had during the previous trials. Obviously, my balls haven't had enough time to replenish yet, but the climax is still powerful, still amazingly enjoyable, more so than almost any I'd experienced prior to today.

His anal drilling slows down until after a few more digs in my ass he finally stops, but by now I've already spent the reserves of fox cum that I still managed to retain. He keeps a hold on me even though our fucking session seems to have ended, keeping my back pressed against his chest and stomach and keeping the dirty underwear around my muzzle. At this point, the smell doesn't have the same effect on me. It still stinks and I still feel a sense of arousal from it, but now my lust is slowly dwindling, remaining in a heightened state due to heat, but I feel less inclined to begin another spontaneous round of sex. My limits have been tested quite extensively in such a short time and I need a break before they're tested any further. My ass still burns from the rough mating, my crotch and stomach warm with sensual after effects, my body soar and my fur soaked with a mixture of fox sweat, rhino sweat, and a copious coating of rhino drool, which I still feel small strings dribbling down onto my head.

We remain in this position for a moment, both breathing heavily as we recover from such a hard workout. His cockhead is still making breathing difficult, as is the addition of his underwear odor, but I've become accustomed well enough to both of them. I hear him take a deep breath and suddenly he removes his underwear from my muzzle and instinctively I open my mouth and take a deep breath, filling my lungs with air that isn't nearly as tainted with rhino musk. My breathing is more obviously labored now that I can breath through my muzzle again, thanks to the pole packing up behind my lungs. With his arm gone, I have nothing else to hold onto, so I just place my paws on his belly and try to steady myself, though it does little as I'm still held up entirely by the phallus spearing my guts.

He then begins rubbing my belly and petting the side of my cheek, eliciting a moan of comfort and satisfaction. It lasts only a short moment, before he grabs me by the scruff of the neck and pulls my body to the side a little and turns my head forcefully to stare back at his. I find some discomfort from the way he's handling me, but as I look into his eyes, his lips smiling with a tender and seductive expression, I relax and relent to the control he maintains over my body.

"Mm, your ass was good. Tight, warm, wet, and accepting. I like you fox." I smile weakly as I begin to drool a little. "You thirsty, sexy?"

I nod weakly, expecting to be released to get a drink of water, but instead he leans forward and locks lips with me, developing a surprisingly well-formed seal around our muzzles. Almost instantly, a copious amount of saliva pours down from the rhino's mouth into my muzzle and quickly begins to fill it up. I react by bringing up a paw to push away, but he maintains the seal on our lips, preventing any from leaving. There's a small crack out of the corner of our mouth's but only a small sample manages to get secreted leaving the rest to pack in my muzzle. With nowhere left to go, the building pressure tickles the back of my throat and I instinctively swallow the sticky pachyderm drool. While the scent was disgusting, the taste is absolutely vile and as it glides across my taste buds I shudder in revulsion. I push a little harder to break away from the kiss, unaccustomed to the flavor, but he locks me tight in a passionate and debauched kiss. I helplessly gulp away at the bitter saliva, letting the flavor affect my heightened lust as the discreet essence of rhino becomes apparent in the taste.

My body eventually fills with warmth and eroticism as the flavor turns from revolting to alluring and I relax as the mammoth creature continues drooling down my gullet. I reach behind and manage to grab behind his neck and hold him as we engage in a degenerate french kiss. As I begin to get excited about it, he darts his tongue into my muzzle, the rough surface covered with taste buds that stimulate the inside of my mouth. As he continues salivating in my mouth, his organ sloshes around inside, mixing the voluminous rhino spit with my own as he shoves a large portion of it down my throat, tingling my lust and arousing me again. My excitement is still in check, but I realize I'm still ready for more sexual escapades. He remains locked in a kiss for over a minute, feeding me his disgusting drool which I ravenously drink down, filling my belly with his spit. Along with the cum filling my guts, I've become an organic cistern for rhinoceros bodily fluids.

After a couple minutes, he pulls away, breaking the seal on our lips and allowing the saliva that had built up in our muzzles to spill out on all sides, soaking my cheeks, chin, and neck. His tongue retracts back into his mouth and I begin breathing hard, fresh air once again at my disposal after having been denied it against my will. He's breathing heavily as well, but he's also smiling down at me. He releases my nape and pulls me into a hug, tight enough to hold me, but not so tight as to make me uncomfortable. As I'm pressed against his torso, I feel his heart beating through his chest and it's fast, while the heat he's generating is comparable to my own. The scene has become so sweet and affectionate that I almost forget there's a 3+ inch thick dick spearing my anus wide open and trapping a gallon of pachyderm semen in my intestines (I might be exaggerating a little).

"Was it good for you, fox?"

As my body starts to cool down from the experience, I smile widely and lean back against his soft, hairy chest. "Oh yeah. I think... ugh... I think I'm still in heat though."

"Huh, really? Wow! You really are an insatiable creature." He kisses the back of my head and I giggle with glee. "But let's take a break. I think you and I both could use one. My cock is starting to feel pretty sore and I can imagine you're pretty tired. So let me get something to drink, we'll take a break, and then-" He leans forward and sniffs the top of my head. "We'll get cleaned up because you're filthy and I'm filthy and I think we could both use a good, long bath."

"Really? That's too bad. I love your filthy stink."

He chuckled. "Yeah, but I don't think it would do either of us any good to continue on smelling like this in case someone came upon us after we're gone." Hearing him say that brought me back to the reality of the situation. I had just left the last place I was staying at for some unknown reason and was traveling the desert without knowing exactly what I was looking for. But now that I found this rhinoceros and I got to enjoy his presence, his cock in my bowels, his saliva, and his odor, I kind of hoped that we might leave this lake together and he'd take me to wherever he lived. We wouldn't have to live together, but I'm enjoying his company and I didn't want to lose that, but I was being presumptuous. All we did was start fucking. We never made any plans after that. Still, we never talked about it and he has shown interest in me, so maybe he wouldn't mind having a fox tag along on his trip back home.

I smile and moan contentedly. "Mm, yeah, I guess you're right."

"Well then..." Without following through with his thought, he releases me from the embrace and grabs me under the arms. I know what's coming next, but as he begins to lift me up off of his lap, his cock retreating from my back door, I feel the thick shaft slide against my abused prostate, the nerve endings in my anus firing up once again while my intestines are left gaping from the retracting rod, I realize I was not prepared for the extraction. I moan loudly, pressing me against his chest and he grunts and groans in pleasure as he is undoubtedly sensitive from cumming twice inside me. I shuffle around a little trying hard not to shake too much, but my body is erupting with more lascivious sensations driving me into fervently into an erotic state. Inch after inch is removed, blasting my tortured tailhole with painful ardor that's precipitating my cock towards a quick and knotted erection as I'm lifted higher into the air. The more his cock is dislodged from my rectum, the more my anus adjusts to the smaller shaft and I continue to moan as the painful burning dissipates. But then we reach the glans and with a little force he manages to loosen the thick ring around the head that opens me up once more, igniting one more fiery shockwave through my sensitive sphincter before it finally exits, flopping out and leaving me with a gaping hole in my backside that's leaking slowly.

He gently lowers me down until I fall down to my knees and tumble over onto my paws as I lay here with my head hung low as I catch my breath. The hot air moves inside my gaping hole and I shiver at the feeling. I expected the monstrous cum inside me to spill out as he removed his cock, but he pushed it so deep inside me that it's stuck in there for the moment. I feel my belly and notice a relative bulge where the rhino's semen was incubating inside my intestines. I moan impressively at the amount of spunk the pachyderm was able to unload while also proud of how well I was able to accept it.

The large beast gave me a soft rub on my back as he started walking towards the lake. "Give me a few minutes and then we'll take a break."

Having finished with our amorous activities, I take note of the sun in the sky and the heat assaulting my fur. Suddenly the sweat, both his and mine, and the saliva he basted me in are a little more uncomfortable as well as odoriferous as they begin baking in the midday sun. My open anus begins to feel the heat too and I seethe as my body heat rises as the temperature has done. My lust-driven rut has become a bit more obvious to me now and I feel as though I'm being cooked on the inside. Distracting me from that is the scent of strong, rhinoceros cum emanating from my rump and it's getting stronger every second. As my body naturally moves the liquid through my innards and out my hole with no way of stopping it, I reach between my legs and stick two digits up into my used sphincter and soak up a generous helping of thick, pachyderm seminal fluid. I retract my paw and bring it up to my face and stare down at the sticky spunk staining my furry digit. I bring the scented essence up to my nose and inhale deeply the fragrant testicular discharge and a warm tingling travels through my chest down to my crotch and excites my lust. My body shudders and I moan silently as a sticky spot of ungulate cum now sticks to my nose. The scent remains and my cock strains with sexual tension, aching from the past sessions, but desiring further use. I stare once more at the rhino's manly secretion before licking it up hungrily, the taste dancing on my tongue with a salty flavor that makes my heart flutter. I stick the entirety of my two cum-stained digits into my maw and suckle away at the fluid, mixing semen with sweat and saliva and savoring the taste with wanton depravity. The rhino had dropped down a few feet in front of me now to get some water and as I looked up in his direction, I stop suckling and my heart skips a beat.

5

I let my fingers fall from my muzzle as I stare slack jawed at the sight before me, my cock throbbing now with so much blood that it feels ready to burst. My tail quivers behind me and my heart begins beating furiously in my chest as the taste and smell of the rhinoceros suddenly escapes my notice as my mind becomes singularly focused on what's in front of me. Now that he's positioned to get a drink from the lake, I'm treated to a view of the pachyderm that I've only gotten a distant glimpse of prior.

On his hands and knees, the ungulate treats me to an unobscured view of his wide, round, curly hair-covered butt. His tail is resting lazily between his cheeks, covering the dark crevice and concealing that puckered hole nestled within. My breathing quickens as I began to pant with immense arousal, my muzzle ajar and my tongue edging over my lips as saliva involuntarily dribbles off the tip. It's a sight I've been waiting for since my heat first sent me into an amorous state and I am not disappointed. His cheeks are round and firm with a large inward curvature to punctuate the musculature of his rump. After a moment he flicks his tail to the side, quickly providing me a glance of his large, wrinkled back entrance and I both gasp and moan with sensual delight, but a view is not all I'm provided.

The scent, the overpowering stench of his most aromatic body part wafts over to my nose and invades my nostrils. My olfactory nerves fire away and my entire face burns as the intoxicating odor sends chills slowly down my neck, torso, hips, and culminating in an explosive erotic tingle in my nether region, dissipating as it moves past my rump, traveling down to my toes where it abates. I shudder ecstatically, swallowing the building drool as I flex my cock uncontrollably at the rhino's arousing musk. I'd mentioned before the term sniffer being used to describe musk-loving perverts like myself, but I also said that I have a certain body part to which I like to glue my nose... and I'm staring right at it. After a few seconds of lascivious paralysis accompanied by massive panting, heart palpitations, and excessive drooling, I realize I need more... much more.

Eagerly, I crawl towards the hulking beast anxious to get my face close to the penultimate source of his manly olfactory secretions. I look at the soles of his feet which are dirty with grass and dirt as he slowly and subtly wavers as he gets his fill of water, his muscles pronounced and flexing, keeping me at peak arousal. My groin and ass are burning with sexual heat, my cock pulsating with every beat of my palpitating heart. His legs are spread apart enough for me to climb between his rock hard calves resting at the base of his tree-trunk thighs. I left my head up and stare at the hard, fleshy gluts before me, merely a foot away and I can already detect the distinct aroma emanating from the odiferous region. Uncaring for what response the ungulate might have, I swallow the ever-manifesting slobber in my maw and scoot forward until I'm resting on my haunches, kneeling in front of the massive bulbous rhinoceros butt tempting me with its sexual allure and mysterious crevice.

Slowly, watching the butt move slightly with the rhino's movements, I reach up and place a single paw on one cheek and gently massage it, running my furred digits and naked pawpads through the curly hair and along the sweaty, cracked skin. I can feel, practically taste, his scent spreading through my paw and marking me, causing a wave of sensual heat to spread through my cock and ass, eliciting a lusty moan from my lips.

The large, smelly man lifts his head from the water and turns to stare back in my direction. "What the hell? What are you-"

I barely hear him and don't even really see him staring at me, but he doesn't move. He keeps his backside right where I want it. Impulsively, I reach up with the other paw and grab the other cheek, spreading my fingers wide to encompass as much rhino rump as I can, but my comparatively tiny paws hardly cover a portion of this musky, hairy topography. I begin squeezing the large muscles, testing their durability and to my pleasure they're hard as stone, barely giving way as I dig my fingerpads into the dark, gray skin. I continue squeezing, roughly massaging his backside while my body shivers with pleasure, hoping he finds my ministrations gratifying.

"Oh, I see. Been waitin' for a chance to get up close and personal with my ass. Hehe, you really are a dirty fox." He repositions himself so that he's facing forward again, leaving me to gawk and slaver at his rear end. "Well, I don't want to deprive you of such a magnificent sight. Here."

He lifts his tail up slowly, curling it up and revealing the dark, dank valley between the large, protruding hills. And finally, I'm given a clear view of his glorious and perfectly shaped anus, covered in wrinkles, slightly protruding outward, and large... oh so large. With his tail out of the way, the smell of his taint becomes more clear, wafting towards my face and bombarding me with rhino ass stink. My mouth is agape and the odor ignites my tongue, burning with overwhelming sensations. The same happens with my nose and my entire body is inflamed with erotic passion and I'm tempted to shut my muzzle and take several long, hard sniffs of his unassailable stench, but I want to get closer first and make sure when I breathe in his backside, I'm breathing in one hundred percent undiluted, fresh from the source, pure rhinoceros ass.

I slide my paws along his cheeks to either side of his monstrous rump, soaking up the sweat into my fur and mixing with my own. I lean forward, wanting to soak in the anticipation and savor the moment, but my fevered eagerness to flood my olfactory sense with his strong, musky ass drives me to lean in quickly. I stare forward, the spicy air around his butt stinging my eyes and the arousal in my groin making it hard to keep my eyes open, but I wish to continue to gaze upon this ungulate's backside when I finally huff his stink. I feel my whiskers brush against his cracked skin as my wet nose presses up against his sweaty, wrinkled back door. I take a deep breath through my maw, the odor tingling my taste buds and rousing the heat in my crotch before I exhale. I shut my muzzle, press my face hard against the protruding anus, and inhale as hard as I can, absorbing into my nose the fetid aroma of large, unwashed rhinoceros sphincter.

The first thing to burn are my ears as the scent begins to take effect, then I feel a warmth spread down my gullet and chest and soon after my groin and backside tingle with intense erotic ardor. I arch my back and thrust my hips forward as the sensation of a building orgasm draws closer once again. After a few seconds, the intensely bitter and incredibly spicy scent of this man's dirty ass surges within my nasal cavity and assaults every sense in my body. The spreading warmth that disseminated throughout my body spikes with a blaze firing within my ears, cheeks, neck, chest, and hips. But most obviously I feel my sexual heat reach a new zenith as my cock and ass tingle with seemingly instantaneous orgasm and I feel those muscles within my groin and anus tighten up as if I'm about to spontaneously blow another load all over the lakeside. The explosive feelings are powerful and my body reacts instinctively, the tightness within my groin reaching up to my abs and forcing a loud moan of sexual pleasure from my lips which forced their way open from the sheer intensity of the perceived climax.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!" I moan, unable to contain myself as I feel the effects of sexual peak in record time and force, but my notion is mistaken as I feel no fluid, no buildup of fox spunk on its way to be expelled from my aching, overly used cock once more. If I were to guess, I'd say that my body got so used to sniffing animal-men butts with such perverse enjoyment that the lack of any men to sniff desensitized my nose. Couple that with the fact that my sensitive canid nose has never been exposed to such estrus-inducing musk, my body just naturally reacted with an explosive need to release its seed from the mere scent alone. I never realized before just how overwhelming my olfactophilia truly is.

"Ooh, yeah. You like that, don't you? Love the smell of big daddy rhinos, huh? Love the stink of dirty, smelly rhino ass?" the rhino teases.

I hardly notice him as I'm too entranced in the smell of his large, odoriferous ass and the individual components contributing to such a powerful smell. Sweat from the hot desert heat and sexual exertion dribbles down his crack, landing on my nose and accentuating the distinct scent of old sweat, dead skin, bodily secretions, and certain things other people would rather not think about. I shudder as the effects of the last pseudo-orgasm begin to ebb away, leaving me on the precipice of sexual climax.

Unable to alleviate the fervent tingling in my crotch teasing an impossibly imminent orgasm, I grip the rhino's ass hard, close my muzzle once again, and proceed to huff his butthole a second time. My reaction to having his anal scent invade my nostrils again is far more controlled, but the effects are hardly any less fierce as my body heats up once again with a raging peak of sexual excitement. Once again, I feel my groin muscles tighten along with my gluts and sphincter in a feigned attempt to ejaculate, but the tide recedes and I remain on the precipice. I attempt to stifle a groan, but it escapes through clenched teeth. I sniff again, breathing in his ass stench to keep the blazing embers of sexual passion alive and hopefully drive a torturous wavering climax to completion. Had I cum then, it still wouldn't have been enough. I sniff again and again and again, the scale of his anal musk never dissipating as the pheromones continue to feed my wanton, lascivious hunger.

I kneed his hips while he slowly wavers side to side, trying to maintain his position as I continue to inhale his backside. He clenches his tailhole a few times during my sensuous sniffing and the act prompts a reflexive flexing of my cock. Anxious and driven, I begin breathing faster, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, the scent of his spicy rump making my heart beat faster and harder. I have another climactic close call with the sensual tingling remaining to tease me, keeping me at orgasmic peak so any forthcoming release will be unforeseeable and unexpected. My nerves are firing and my body feels tortured and tormented by its inability to reach climax despite feeling unbearably close and imminent. It would be so easy to just reach between my legs and force myself to cum, but I feel frozen where I am, my paws practically glued to his butt as much as my nose is.

I continue to huff away at rhino ass stink, continue to fuel the sexual heat coursing through my body, feeding my sexual hunger while prohibiting me from reaching release. I take in a deep breath of his wet, musty rear, waiting impatiently for the moment of relief and I begin to believe it might not arrive. After three hardcore ejaculations, my body might not be ready for yet another explosive orgasm so quickly. As I take in another inhale of acrid rhino ass, every muscle in my body tightens up as I arch my neck, my back, and propel my hips forward in an expectedly unexpected orgasm. Unlike before, this one is harsh and painful, but with the scent of pachyderm ass filling my nostrils the pain enhances the experience tenfold. The underside of my chin presses against his rosebud as I grit my teeth and my eyes roll into the back of my head. My cock is on fire trying desperately to fire my load on the ground, but even now my body drags out the experience. Slowly, I feel the sensations building in my groin and I weakly flex my tense cock. Unfruitful I try again and again, unable to milk myself of the sluggish climax. I count the seconds as I feel my urethra warm with the sensation of fox seed until it reaches the tip. At this moment, the sluggishness is replaced with instantaneous release and my essence shoots out of my aching penis with force intense enough to cause an audible splash on the ground below. I'm not reflexively flexing my cock to milk out me semen as usual, but rather my body is keeping my groin muscles in a constantly tightened state as if I'm trying to piss out inconsistent, discontinuous streams of ejaculate. Only once the fluid reaches the tip of my malehood does my body relax enough for me to flex once or twice in an explosive ejection of fox essence. I release several more strings of thick fox milk on the ground with powerful force. The entire experience is painful, but at the same time indescribably satisfying. As I continue to slavishly release my spunk with no control over the method, I continue to breathe in the intoxicating stench of this large man's ass, which keeps my heat at abnormally high levels.

Finally, as the muscles in my body begin to relax, my strained cock and ass begin to relax too, but the ache from four separate orgasms is apparent. Although the pain would normally be enough to convince me to halt any further sexual exploits, my mind doesn't seem to care at the moment. Instead, as my body relaxes and my muscles loosen, the first thing I do as I regain control of my body is begin rubbing my face along the surface of the rhino's filthy backside. Pressing hard into the stench-ridden rump, I slowly spread this man's ass odor into my sweaty fur, running my cheeks up through his crack along his exposed and warm tailhole. I move to the underside of my jaw, along my muzzle, and over my eyes to ingrain his nasty stench into me like a feral beast rubbing itself along a musky surface to diffuse the attractive aroma into its fur. I don't realize it yet, but I begin to trill as I scent myself while my hindpaws gently kneed at the ground below. My perverse estrus has pushed me deeper into a more feral state than before, relying more on sexual instinct than cognitive reasoning.

"Damn, fox! You are one nasty sniffer... but I find this... mmm... rather hot, so you just keep doin' what yer doin'." the rhino commented in a salacious tone in my oblivious direction.

I can't tell how much of the disgusting aroma assailing my nose is coming from his ass or coming from my face, but I can feel the old sweat and grime that had clung to his ass is now patched into my fur and I let out a light and contented chirp. I feel as though I've begun to devolve, but I'm too aroused to care. With my chin resting directly over his back entrance, I stare up at the relatively thick base of his tail and find the protruding appendage highly stimulating. Licking my lips as I'm now thoroughly scented with rhino ass, I move upwards along the crack of his rear until I'm just below his tail and slowly lick along the base.

The action must've surprised my partner because his tail twitches in response. "Mm, gettin' creative back there?" he questioned.

Without responding I licked again, soaking up the flavor of his tail, the wrinkles forming a thick trunk around the protrusion that lewdly excites me. I continue to lick, the salty flavor dancing on my tongue and providing what up til now is a relatively mild taste. Finding an impulsive desire to taste something more spicy, I begin moving to the side and slowly start licking the top of his buttcheek, my tongue moving along his skin, grazing his sparse, curly hair and lapping up his ass sweat. The flavor is far more potent and aromatic as I swallow, the mixture of flavors exploding on my tongue with my throat burning with sensual delight. I lick again, cleaning his ass of month-old secretions, though I begin to detect something unique among the flavorful and distinctly rhinoceros. I can't be sure, but I believe I'm tasting traces of saliva, sweat, possibly even semen of other animals: canines, felines, ungulates. The revelation is mind-numbing and I moan and trill in delight and continue to lick and groom the mammoth behind.

"Oh God, boy! Just gettin' more and more perverse. I might have to take you home with me." the rhino comments.

If I were in my right mind, I might've smiled at that comment and gotten excited over it, but I'm too distracted by the odoriferous chemicals wafting into my nose and sliding down my throat and into my lungs to heed anything that is being said to me. I manage to groom a fair portion of one of his large, hairy gluts, but don't bother covering the whole surface area and instead move over to begin cleaning up the sweat and grime coating the other cheek. As my tongue becomes infused with the scent and taste of rhinoceros butt, the effect it had on me begins to wane. My instinctive sex drive continues to dominate and the overbearing warmth in my nether regions that prolongs my arousal persists, yet my feral mind requires more pervasive measures to reach satisfaction.

Gently lapping at his bottom, I slowly move my face back towards the center of his rear until I feel the musty air between his crack on my nose. I quickly start licking the taint of his cavernous ass and the difference in flavors from his exposed, hairy gluts is surprising. The spicy, pungent aroma clinging to his skin fires up my taste buds and sends shivers through my torso down to my crotch. I moan in pleasure and lick again, craving more of his unconquerable stench. The moistness of his crack causes my nose to perspire, though I hardly notice the sweat on my own fur coat anymore. I slowly lap away at his ass, the flavor causing intense tingles in my cock that are somewhat subdued thanks to the four previous orgasms. I bring my tongue lower until I graze the outer rim of his ring, then back away so that I can gaze at his stimulating asshole. The slight protrusion, the numerous wrinkles, the glisten of sweat, my feral mind can't hold back. After a short pause, I lean in, open my muzzle, and gently slide my tongue upwards along his puckered anus. It takes a second, but the flavor hits me like a flamethrower and my crotch shivers with erotic bliss.

As for the rhino, the feel of my wet appendage against his tight bud must agree with him because he grips the ground, his tail flexes and arches, and his ass and leg muscles tighten with pleasurable excitement. "Err! Goddamn! That felt amazing!"

His excitement reaches me this time and I find further motivation to continue. I once again lick his asshole, the taste unfading as it once again causes intense jolts of gratification in my cock and ass. He tightens up again and grunts, clearly enjoying my oral ministrations. I lick again, trying to feel the curvature of his sphincter with my tongue. Despite the feral, estrus-like nature of my current mental state, my cognitive mind is not ignorant of what I'm doing and I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a part of me that wasn't disgusted by what I'm doing. Since I got here, I've been confused by my desires and my complacency in what I've participated in, but with everything I've done in the past, something about this still feels wrong. His ass doesn't just stink, it burns just smelling it, but as I run my tongue along his asshole, the sensation damn near makes me retch. For whatever reason though, the musky scent and flavor ignites my arousal and represses my feelings of disgust so that all I get from his monumental stench is pleasure. In addition, while I've experienced intense sexual heat before, I've never gone so far as to turn feral like this, which only concerns me more. However, those concerns are pushed so far into the back of my mind at the moment and all I can think of is getting as much of this large, stinky pachyderm's ass on my tongue as I can manage, so I allow my nervousness to subside and let my body run on auto pilot.

I lick again, slowly sliding my sensitive tongue up his pungent rear entrance and mixing the musky aroma with my saliva. I lick several more times, each lap garnering a pleasurable tightening of my extremities and a grunt of satisfaction from the owner of this monstrously fragrant asshole. I can hardly keep my eyes open as each lick leaves a rich mixture of pheromones and acrid chemicals on my taste buds that perpetuates my heat. After a short while, as his wrinkly bud becomes soaked in my viscous saliva, I start pressing harder against his opening, feeling the tight muscles begin to unlink. My wanton desire to taste the pure essence of this man-beast drives me to continue my attempts to spear him with my tongue. I continue licking, darting my tongue forward in a harsh initiative to breach his sphincter. I moan aloud each time I open my muzzle and tense my oral appendage against his backside, coming closer to rupture each time. The behemoth in front of me keeps grunting and groaning, signaling his pleasure at my treatment. I start focusing more effort on splitting him open, which he seems intentionally making more difficult for me as I feel the pressure being exerted by his sphincter increase as I press my tongue forward. Nevertheless, I am persistent, driven by an inborn desire to soak up the most potent sample of rhino scent I can obtain. Finally, after loosening him up and wearing him down, I feel the walls of his odiferous bud open up and the end of my tongue slides past, moving into the dark, dank depths of his rectum.

Once inside, my tongue is assaulted by spicy and bitter and tart flavors that debase what I'd sampled on the outside. I let out an intense whine and thrust my hips forward as the taste explodes in my mouth. I can barely swallow as my muzzle is enveloping as much rhino taint as possible, but what I manage I taste as it travels down and nestles in the pit of my stomach. I shudder with euphoric sexual pleasure and continue to move my tongue around inside this pachyderm's anus, coating my taste buds with his fetid anal musk.

"Oh... urgh... ah! Fuck!" the rhino yells as I demonstrate my expertise in rimming. Having spent the last several months participating in such actions with other animals, I must confess I am exceedingly gifted in getting males off by sucking their ass. "Ah... don't stop! Gah... fuck me! Just keep going!" he commanded, but I didn't need his encouragement. The intense tingling in my junk thanks to the sexually catalyzing flavor of his colon is keeping my tongue glued to his ass.

With my tongue buried in his rectum, my nose is embedded in his crack and the scent is accentuating the strong, acrid taste coursing down my throat. I continue to whine and trill, gripping his ass tightly and squeezing it as I continuously flex my dick, another orgasm ebbing closer in unbelievably short time. The rhino's constantly moving slightly back and forth with his balls often pressing gently up against my neck, his tail swishing over me and arching as his cock flexes and he squeezes my tongue with his butthole in salacious gratification. Resigned to my position, I start suckling on his prominent sphincter and begin making out with it, complimenting my arousal as I french his ass.

Time ceases to have any meaning for me and I feel like I've reached a new ethereal plane as I savor every second of this beast's stench imprisoning my senses. His grunts grow louder and louder over time and eventually, his rosebud squeezes harshly on my sensitive muscle as his buttocks tighten up. Within a moment, I hear the lusty animal in front of me let out a toe-curling, "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" as he releases a violent eruption of pachyderm seed onto the ground below with an audible splat that surprises me, even in this feral stage. His anus flexes as his cock does, releasing an enormous load onto the grass.

As he reaches the zenith of sexuality, his scent changes, increasing in effectiveness and potency, something I couldn't have imagined given how musky it already is. The effect is immediately noticeable and I once again feel the sensation of a spontaneous orgasm in my groin. Once again, though, it's a false lead. Unlike before, however, it doesn't take long to reach my climax. After a couple more false orgasms, I'm pushed over the edge and feel my incredibly strained cock fire away another load of fox splooge. I slow my tongue ministrations on the rhino's butt as the sensations in my nethers gain my attention. The orgasm doesn't last long and I don't ejaculate as much as I have been, but it's to be expected and the pleasure is still heavenly. I moan around the stinky orifice, my eyes rolled back in my head as my fifth orgasm of the day begins to fade.

6

As the last of my ejaculate seeps out of my glans, I take a break to catch my breath until the strong, masculine stench of the rhino's rear end pulls me back towards it. I begin suckling again, attempting to begin another rimming session, but my knees begin to buckle and my entire body begins shaking. I can barely hold myself upright and despite tremendous apprehension, I let my head slide down his backside, my tongue extracting from his tight tailhole in the process. My body falls to the ground and I'm so weak I'm forced to use my forearms for support.

The rhino sighs and moves out of position, standing up with a groan. "Goddamn, fox! That's the best rimjob I've ever had. Where the hell did you learn to do that?" There's a pause when I don't answer. "Hey, you alright?"

I'm panting heavily, my muzzle ajar while my body shakes from extreme fatigue. I move my tongue around in my mouth, the taste of rhino butt persistent and powerful as is the obviously dried saliva due to dehydration. Midday has come and gone and the desert heat has reached new heights. The day's sexual workout caused me to sweat profusely which now leaves my fur matted and soaked. As I gather my strength, I strenuously look up at my lascivious mate for the afternoon and stare back at him with a pitiful expression of exhaustion.

"Whoa! OK, I think we're done for the moment. Come on, let's get you some water." With that, he reaches under my arms and gently helps me forward toward the edge of the lake. Once I see the water under my nose, I feel my thirst ravage my body as my lust finally takes a back seat. I reach down with a paw and collect a pawful of water and eagerly gulp it down. I repeat the process, washing my gullet with sweet desert water. As my belly is filled, I perceive an intriguing feeling in my guts at the sensation of having my stomach filled with water while my intestines retain the previous session's rhinoceros semen. My dick flexes at the thought and experience, but as the taste of ungulate ass dissipates in my mouth, I find my libido quickly diminishing as well. Despite this, my instinctively initiated estrus has not diminished and my groin and ass are still burning sensually.

With a belly full of warm, nourishing water, I slowly and shakily get to my feet, ready to walk back to the shaded alcove near the hillside. The pachyderm has other intentions as he grabs me and lifts me up off the ground, turning me onto my back and holding me in his arms as he begins carrying me out of the sun.

"Come on, I gotcha," he says as he positions his right arm under my knees and his left arm under my shoulders. "I think you need to rest."

I'm still trilling from heat, staring back at his face as he casually strolls back to his resting place. Gazing into his blue eyes, his thick, beefy arms cushioning my back and legs while his thick fingers grip my chest under my arm. My tail is twitching in the open with excitement, the burning sensation in my crotch flaming up again with a blending of sensuality and adoration. Pressed against his belly, his chest protruding inches away from me, my own damp fur coating his cracked skin with vulpine perspiration as I moan jovially. Our dirty bodies reeking of sweat, sex, cum, and unwashed bodily secretions, his overpowering scent continuing to excite my knotted penis. I impulsively lean forward, wrapping my arms around him as I stick my sensitive nose against the underside of his chin at the base of his musky scent glands and take a deep, long breath of his raunchy odor. As I exhale I trill again, stimulated by his distinct smell. Not wanting to escape it, I continue to breath him in while he walks us back towards shelter. In response, he pulls me in tighter and holds me close and I find my body tingling with salacious gratification.

Once out of the sun, I notice a marked difference in the temperature and I feel vehement relief. Several more steps and the large ungulate gently lets me down onto my feet. With reluctance, I release my arms and retract my nose from his odiferous chin. I stare up at him and say in a soft and weak voice, "Thank you for that. I hadn't realized how tired I-" Without warning I suddenly find myself too fatigued to stand and quickly fall to the floor, breathing heavily. With the weight of sleepiness passing over me, I lay onto my back and spread my legs and arms while my schlong begins to slowly soften.

The rhino comes and steps over me, straddling my waist with his giant dong and massive testicles hanging over my stomach. A long string of trapped semen from his last orgasm seeps out of his urethra at the most convenient time as his cock begins to soften. The string dangles above me for a few seconds while the pachyderm just stares down at me, smiling. He then kneels down, the seminal fluid landing on my furred belly as he straddles my legs, forcing my own legs to close a bit. He drops his hands down so that he's face to face with me, the same adoring smile on his thick, dark lips. I respond by smiling back, my body filling with a tingle that's less pure eroticism and more affectionate. We continue to stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

"That was amazing fox," he says almost lovingly.

I chuckle. "My name is Victor."

His smile widens as he leans forward and kisses me gently, our lips connecting and a chemical passion forming between us where lust is not the only factor.

He pulls back and with a soft voice responds, "I'm Thorn."

He then leans in and kisses me again, more force applied this time. He kisses again a few times until his lips part and his thick, slick tongue darts out and pokes at my muzzle. Eagerly, I let my lips part and grant access to his saliva-ridden organ so it may enter, fill, and engorge my mouth. The taste of his breath quickly permeates my maw and I close my eyes, my once softening genitals again stiffening with lusty passion. I kiss back, his massive mouth practically encompasses mine as he eats away at my face. His tongue darts around inside my muzzle, sliding in and out, side to side, poking at the back of my throat and choking me a few times as his verdant salivary glands spill out copious amounts of spit that flood my muzzle and aerates my mouth with his breath. His tongue prods at my throat and coaxes it open, allowing a torrential flood of thick, viscous, acrimonious rhinoceros spit to seep down my throat, lubricating it so the taste of acrid pachyderm breath clings heavily to my muzzle. I reach up and hold his head and close my eyes as we engage in a passionate post-mating make-out session that threatens to enrapture us in more lascivious activities, though my fatigue persists to prevent that from happening. As it is, given how tired I am, I don't think I can continue making out with him for much longer and I'm thinking neither can he. After a short while, both our ministrations slow and become less forceful, his tongue putting less pressure as it pokes and prods my throat and mouth.

Before long, he retracts his tongue and a large swath of sticky rhino saliva spills out of both corners of my muzzle. I swallow the remaining rancid fluid and begin breathing heavily. With a smile, he leans down and licks upward along the underside of my chin and up over my wet nose. I giggle happily before I yawn, signaling my desire to shut my eyes for a moment. The act seemed to have affected Thorn as he responds by yawning as well and I gaze into his glimmering mouth as it gapes open, shining his teeth and massive organ that had just invaded my muzzle.

He smacks his lips a little and wearily says, "Man, I was supposed to clean up, but I think I'm gonna take a quick nap first." He slowly lays down onto his side right next to me.

"Yeah, me too," I reply.

After a moment I notice a large hand on my belly, rubbing it gently and lovingly. I turn to stare back at the pachyderm, an affectionate smile plastered on his face. "Afterward, I was thinking you could tell me what your plans are; where you're planning to go from here."

Once he says that, I feel a massive weight lifted off my soul. I'm revitalized in my impetus to travel south. If this rhino is asking me this, I can only assume that he wishes for us to travel together and that would be motivation enough for me to continue on my journey. Excited by the prospect of spending much more time in the presence of this sexy pachyderm, I decide not to say anything but instead lean into him, wrapping my arms around him, and cuddling up to him in a deeply affectionate and loving embrace. He responds in kind, wrapping me up in his enormous arms and pressing my body up against his. I let one leg rest on his hips as I press my flaccid but still exposed vulpine cock up against him, threatening to grow erect again. No more words are spoken as we lay here in a strong, emotional embrace, our body heat mixing together. His scent continues to exude and fills my lungs with thick rhino musk, leaving me excited, but thankfully my estrus seems to be waning. The scents and tastes I've been exposed to over the last couple hours or so, his breath, saliva, sweat, body odor, crotch, cum, and especially his ass, linger perpetually, although some more prolifically than others. As he just recently jammed his tongue in my mouth and continually fed my overly full belly his acrid spit, that odoriferous musk is most prominent on my senses. Our hot, sweaty bodies remain locked together as we both quickly drift away into unconsciousness, though I'm extremely excited at where my prospects with this large, muscular, smelly hunk are leading me.