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Rusty couldn't help but let out a sigh. It was one of those nights, it seemed. The fox rolled onto his side and shifted in bed. Just one of those nights where he couldn't get to sleep. If he sat up and tried to think, his mind went blank. Lay down to sleep and it was a million miles an hour.

He's changed his sheets. Took a shower. Even tried to exercise a bit to wear himself out. None of it worked though. Which meant that there was really only one choice left.

The fox let his hand slide over his stomach. Nails combing through the still-damp fur and over the bulk of his gut. A low murr slipped from his maw as his hand continued further down. Fingers lightly traced over his shaft. Even that light touch enough to bring a shiver from him. The todd huffed and rolled onto his back. Eyes drifting half-way closed. Didn't take much to bring himself to full mast. He'd been busy that week and hadn't had much time for self-care.

Biting his lip, he groaned as his fingers eased his foreskin back. Pads readily swept over his tip and down. Gathering up his precum and spreading it over his throbbing tip. The fox bit his bottom lip and groaned as his fingers slipped over his tip and down. He let the tip of his tongue stick out as she squirmed. Low, quiet huffs came from the fox. His hand gladly dancing over his shaft and starting to pump. Nothing fancy, just wanting to release some tension.

His other hand came down to cup his sac. Oh yeah, lots of tension there. Another groan came from the fox as he rocked into his hands. Slamming his cock up against his grip as his other rolled about his sac. Thoughts danced about his head. Each fantasy whirling past at lightning speed. Each one trying to push him closer to the edge.

Even with that, he felt his arousal fade.

"Come on, Rusty," he growled at himself. "It ain't all that bad." Sure, he felt like his life was going nowhere. That he was stuck in his dead-end 9-5 job. Hadn't gotten a date, much less laid, in a long while now. Things were bound to look up though. Had to. Couldn't stay like this forever.

He flopped back with a sigh, hands drifting away from his softening length. "Fuck."

Rusty stay there, staring at his ceiling. It took a long moment before the fox could even work up the energy to sigh. Yep, needed to do something.

Getting up was easier than he thought. The fox wandered about his room. Pacing about the bed and over to the window a few times. Just looking for something, anything, to catch his attention. Peering out the window, he looked over his long driveway. It stretched out into the darkness, even the full moon failing to illuminate the full path. Suppose it was lucky his aunt had given him this house. Nice, quiet, and closest neighbor was a ways off. He'd always loved coming out here as a kid. Used to beg his folks to ask Aunt Beth if he could come visit.

"Bout the only good thing I got going," he huffed at the window. Breath fogging the glass.

Ears perked as a light caught his attention. The quick flash of a shooting star. Seemed silly, but; "I wish something would happen. Don't care what. Just something to shake up all..." he waved his hand. It took a shocking amount of energy just to sigh.

The streak flared. Almost seemed to sparkle for a moment. Then it grew brighter. His eyes widened as it zipped down. A red-hot bolt from the heavens. It struck somewhere nearby. Rusty saw the briefest flash through the woods. It looked like it landed somewhere near the old pond. A favorite swimming hole of his as a kid. "Well," he mused, "that's certainly something." Although now he had a new reason to sigh. He needed to put on pants.

The flashlight cut through the dark. While a part of Rusty was certain he could follow this path blindfolded, he really didn't wanna trip on a root. Be a hell of a way to change things up. Make a wish on a shooting star, break his neck. "Some fucking Monkey Paw shit there." He laughed, breath fogging in the icy air.

He hadn't been down to the watering hole in some time now. Pretty sure he didn't own swim trunks. Though, he did have a few acres, so maybe if he wanted to go skinny dipping?

Ah hell, he knew he was too shy for even that. Be his luck that someone would show up if he took a dip. Then he'd be the pervert that went swimming naked on his own property. What a freak! How dare he do such an unheard of thing.

He let out a sigh and shook his head. Pushing that type of thought aside. Nah, there were plenty of ways to get adventurous. He was pretty sure that skinny dipping wasn't up his alley. Sure, tempting as hell. Though being naked alone? Well, not nearly as fun as if he had someone around to be naked with. Though that lead to a whole other set of problems. You know, maybe if he wanted adventure he should...

That train of thought was aborted as he rounded the bend and came up on the swimming hole. It wasn't much. Just a pond large enough and deep enough to be a decent stand in for a swimming pool. Fed by some sort of underground water, then excess went down the creek. Could find something like it nearly anywhere there were country boys. Natural, man-made, didn't matter as long as they could use it cool down. It was as much of a fixture as old trucks.

What made this one different was the steam billowing from it and the glow.

Rusty perked his ears and slid closer to the edge. Down in the depths of the pool, he could just make out the still glowing meteorite. "Whelp," he mused as he peered down at it, "Wish on a shooting star, it lands in my back yard." The fox perked his ears. "Is this like a lucky penny type thing? Make a wish, find the star, wish gets granted?" He leaned further and stared down. It looked hot, but should be fine? I mean, it'd be like dropping metal in water. Takes a minute for the Leidenfrost effect to wear off. Least he guessed it would, never dealt with space rocks before.

He leaned forward a bit more, staring down at the glowing meteorite. As he watched, the color began to change. Not from a red-hot to a darker color as it cooled. No, as he watched it started to shift to a bluish hue. Then it began to go greenish. Slowly at first, but picking up speed as he watched. Rusty blinked, tried to shake his head, but he couldn't look away. His eyes were drawn to the rock. His attention pulled towards it. Why it felt like...

Splash!

The fox had taken a step forward without thinking. Since he was at the edge of the pool, it was only natural that his foot failed to find solid ground. Yet he didn't yelp or splash. The rock pulled at him, almost called to him. Rusty dove towards the rock, reaching for it. Not caring that the water was soaking into his clothes and weighing him down. He had to get it.

Rusty dove deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper...

A part of his mind whispered that he was going too far. That the swimming hole had neverbeen that deep before. Why, as kids they'd all dove and touched bottom pretty regular. That had been years and years ago. Now? Well, he was older and out of shape, but a lot heavier. The fox felt the pressure, felt his vision blurring, lungs burning. Yet, he couldn't' bring himself to turn around. Not until.

His fingers touched the meteorite.

It was strange. Not hot, like he expected, but not cold either. He couldn't think on too long. Just dug his fingers through the silt and gripped the rock. Light pulsed between his fingers as he twisted about and kicked off. Beating against the water to rush.

The trip back up was shorter than the trip down. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or maybe this was all just a dream. Mere seconds after kicking off, he surfaced with a gasp. The fox sputtered and shook his head, brushing fur out of his face. "Well, that was something alright." He shook his head and started for the edge of the pond.

"It's something alright."

He stopped. That voice sounded familiar, but also not. A voice that Rusty knew well, but always hated to hear. Yet every time he'd heard it before, it had been out of a recording.

The fox turned and found himself staring up at... himself?

Really the only way to describe the person that was looking down at him. Rusty knew that face well. Hell, he was born with it. Had looked at it in a mirror at least once a day. Wasn't like he was looking at a twin or something. Naw, aside from the clothes this looked like him.

Which the clothes were certainly different. Looked like something out of a ren faire. Well, one of the really accurate ones. His doppelganger was dressed in sturdy, heavy spun clothes. Plain colors. Thick belt with a sturdy knife tucked into it. Not much flash to his outfit, other than a heavy looking ring. Not that Rusty could get a good look at it before the fox reached towards him. "So, who may I ask are you, Reflection?"

He took the hand and pulled himself out of the pond, "Name's Rusty."

That made the duplicate narrow his eyes. Even as he helped Rusty out of the water, his other hand fell to the dagger. "Where do you come from?" The tone slow, cautious, yet still curious.

Rusty didn't notice the hand, nor the tone. He was too busy rubbing water out of his ears. "Well, that's the funny thing. Was laying down in my house, trying to sleep. Had been for..." he trailed off for a second, "hours really. Then saw a shooting star come down. This sucker, actually," he held out the rock. Which wasn't glowing anymore. It still had a mirrored, faintly rainbow tinge to it, but was smooth. Glassy almost. "Well, looked own at this and just thought to dive for it. When I came up," he waved at the water. Which looked kinda like his old swimming hole. If you squinted.

"So let me get this straight." His double said, "You couldn't sleep so you looked out. Saw a shooting star. Made a wish. Then went out to a pond. Saw the rock. And dove in, fully clothed?"

Rusty blinked and rubbed the back of his head with an embarrassed laugh, "Well, when you put it that way, sounds a bit silly. Honest it's all the truth though." He looked down at his soaked clothes, including his house slippers. Well, slipper. "Shocked that stayed on..." he wiggled his foot. The slipper fell free with a wet plop.

"There it goes," the foxed chimed at the same time. Then looked at each other with a mildly shocked expression before sharing a grin.

The double snorted, "Well, seemed that we might have a bit in common." He let his hand stay on his dagger as he stepped back and waved. "Come on, why don't we go back to my keep and talk? Can see about getting you into something dry." He flashed a grin, "I might have something that could fit."

Rusty laughed, "Be much appreciated." He pressed hands against his clothes and felt the water pour out of his clothing. "What's your name, by the by?"

A snort from the fox and smirk, "Rusty."

Ears perked, "Well, this is gonna get confusing with both of us being Rusty."

Medieval Rusty perked an ear towards him as they walked up a path. "Very true. How do you suggest we solve this?"

"I dunno. Rock, Paper, Scissors?"

"Drinking contest?"

"Well, it is your world, I guess."

The keep wasn't exactly what Rusty was expecting. Less a foreboding fortress perched atop a hill. Nah, it was more like a big, stone manor surrounded by a handful of other buildings. All tucked within a rather sturdy looking wall. Rusty, well Medieval Rusty, lead the way around to a small door in the wall. "We usually keep this one locked and barred. I unlocked it when I went for a walk." They locked and barred the door on their way back through.

Back through the keep, Medi-Rusty leading him through a seeming maze of corridors. Sometimes stopping and doubling back. Usually with a, "Oop, don't wanna walk into her right now." Which Modern-Rusty guessed meant that it was a staff. Servant. Golem. Whatever was around here. He didn't know, didn't see a soul.

After trekking up and down several flights of stairs. A feat which left both foxes huffing and puffing. They wound up at a suit of rooms. "Here," Medieval stepped to a large wardrobe. "You can undress..." he looked around and hummed, "Um... I usually just strip down. Could step out if you want."

Rusty laughed, "Might be lack of sleep, or just the chill, but pretty sure I ain't got nothing you never seen before."

Medieval started to say something before stopping to think. "Well, you have a point. Would be interesting to see if there are..." he trailed off and waved his hand, "Differences." Though it didn't stop his cheeks from going red hot. The medieval male coughing, "I mean, if you're okay with it? I can always step out."

Well, couldn't say that he wasn't curious himself. "Well, um..." Modern Rusty rubbed his head, "I suppose nothing wrong with it."

A sigh of relief, then the other went back to picking out clothes. His back mostly turned to Rusty. The soaked fox still found himself blushing as he stripped off. Just like undressing in front of a mirror. He tried to tell himself. Except this reflection was really here.

Rather than let his nerves get the better of himself, Rusty just stripped down as quick as he could. The fox standing naked for a bare moment as the other glanced at him. "That, uh, that pond's water is pretty cold. It's spring here, so the temperature at night does get a bit low." Medieval flashed a bit of a smile as he offered a towel they'd grabbed on their way up.

"Eyeah," he drawled, quickly taking up the linens and rubbing down vigorously. "Was pretty chilly when I went into the water back home too."

Medieval kept himself busy by sorting through the clothes he'd already pulled out.

Rusty slid over and took the clothes, looking over them. "So, um... how are we going to explain there suddenly being a fox that looks just like you?"

The lordly one perked his ears, "I had been thinking on that." He handed over the clothes, even helping Rusty when the modern fox fumbled with the unfamiliar clothes. "I do have some relatives that no one has seen in a long while. Wouldn't be hard to say I went out to meet with one and you're staying here for a brief while." He chuckled as he helped Rusty with the belt. "There are rumors abound about how 'eccentric' my cousin is. So would explain your lack of knowledge for some things."

"Well, certainly works for me. So what's this cousin's name?"

Medieval coughed, "Well he's a Baron. His holdings are..." he stopped to think, "About a month of traveling away. And his name is Duke."

Rusty, well Dukenow it seemed, stopped. "Wait, so he's Duke the Baron? Or is it Baron Duke?"

Rusty smirked, "Well, it's Baron Duke. His parents never figured he'd be the one to take over. He had older siblings, but... Well things happen."

"So Duke," Rus... Duke adjusted his pants, "I mean, could be worse. Could always have been Baron Baron."

"That was his brother."

He blinked, "Really?"

"Naw, that'd be silly."

It was easier for Rus... Duke to adapt to his new situation than it was his name. Clothes were easy enough. Rusty, the medieval one, told his people to get him some stuff. Made up a story about him losing his things. Didn't take more than a few hours, including measuring, before he had a couple sets of clothes. Then another couple days, he had a full travel kit.

There were other things to get use to. No showers, hot baths took a while, stuff like that. Also had to get used to the attention he was getting. Maybe it was just his charm, or the fact that he was a 'cousin' to Rusty, and happened to look like him. Had plenty of the folks here giving him attention. Lots of it polite. Some of it them clearly wanting something. Least he thought they clearly did. He'd never been good at reading folks. Though didn't have to be good when a couple of the ladies practically grabbed him.

Just thankful that Rusty kept hanging around a bit. All it took was the lord to clear his throat or give them a look to run them off. Duke was thankful for his medieval mirror image. While he wasn't above bedding a gal, well he wasn't sure if he wanted to embarrass himself. Plus, didn't know if he could send someone to get a pack of condoms.

Were there even condoms here? Would have to ask.

Days turned into weeks. Duke felt himself falling into a routine again. Wandering the grounds. Helping where he could. Just generally getting used to stuff as things went.

Which was a bit upsetting. At least after a bit. Given this opportunity, now he was just falling into a boring routine again. Duke let out a quiet sigh as he leaned into the railing. Tail twitching behind him, "Think I might pack up stuff." Rusty mirrored his lean, ears perking a bit. "Just go walkabout for a while. Camp in the woods, stay at inns, yada yada. You know, just have some adventure."

Rusty perked his ears a bit more, "Could be a lot of fun." He flashed a sideways smile, "Certainly a lot more fun than trying to hide from Sarah, eh?"

Duke puffed a laugh, "She will not stop. I'm shocked you hadn't been ridden to death."

Broad shoulders rolled in a shrug, "She's known me long enough. I mean, wouldn't say no about it, but I think the others warn her off. Visiting guests though," he rolled his hand towards Duke. "Hadn't told her to leave you alone, just in case..." Now his cheeks flushed, "Well, if you're ever wanting something. Know the last thing I'd want is someone to..." He frowned as he looked for the word.

"Cock block you?"

Ears stood up, "Not familiar with that idiom, but it's very fitting." He braced his hands on the railing and stretched. "I should start getting ready then."

Duke turned to face his double, "Get ready for what?"

Now a smile danced across his muzzle, "Well, if you're wanting to go on a travel, I should help you out. Make sure you've got enough clothes." Duke nodded, he had a full wardrobe. "Not to mention a pack, tent, few other things. Not gonna load you down with stuff, but enough to not leave you in a lurch." Rusty clicked his tongue, "Not to mention getting you a bit of coin for your purse. For when you get tired of sleeping in a tent, or want a hot meal. Both of which are invaluable after a long road."

"You really don't have to do any of this."

Rusty waved his hand, "Well, can't say I haven't enjoyed all this. Been nice having a twin." He flashed a smile and chuckled, "At least one that's fully grown. Didn't have to grow up squabbling over things." The lordling stretched, "How about we have a day to prepare then have a feast tomorrow?"

"Feast tomorrow, trying to get rid of me that fast?" Duke grinned.

A snort, "Nah, but I know me and I should know you. Which means the faster we get going..."

Duke sighed in agreement, "The less likely I am to sit around on my fat ass."

Rusty smirked and gave his shoulder a pat, "You're the one that said it. Well," he stood and stretched, "if you're planning on going, let me talk to the guys about throwing a feast. Get you a good meal in before you go." The medieval lord took a step and brought his hand down to smack Duke's rear. Duke leapt with a surprised yip. By the time he turned, the other him had gone.

"Cheeky sonovabitch," he rubbed his rear. It didn't hurt, just more surprising is all. He huffed quietly and leaned back over the railing. Thoughts starting to wander. Just rolling about what things he might find, exotic sights, food, and people. Which people was the most interesting thing. Kinda strange how familiar, yet also alien, everything here was. People were generally the same. Though kinda funny how he was still pretty oblivious about how other people flirted. Granted, anyone could pick up when someone grabbed a handful. Hell, that maid nearly had his pants open before Rusty came around and stopped.

Which, now that he was thinking about it, Rusty was always nearby. Their rooms were fairly close. The other fox only left him alone now and then, and only for short bursts. Granted, it was cause he was curious, as was Duke. Getting to see how different, yet similar, they were. Not just physically. Though there had been some physical comparison. That was the good thing about a bath house. Gave them a 'safe' excuse to be naked with each other.

In a way, it felt like when he'd been hanging out with his guy cousins growing up. Sneaking porn into rooms, and watching quiet. Playing things like strip poker. Watching each other jerk off. Seeing who could last the longest. Stuff like that.

Incidentally, it had been a tie between him and Rusty.

Duke let out a sigh and leaned against the railing. A hand sneaking down to adjust himself quietly. Fuck, he'd been pretty worked up the last few days. Just hadn't had...

"Hey Duke," Rusty poked his head out a window, "want to go on a ride for a bit?"

Ears shot up, "Yeah, let me grab my stuff." Well, looks like it'd be another few hours before he could crank one out. No worries, he did need to work on riding.

The bedroom door banged open, the foxes practically spilling into the room. "Shhh," Rusty slurred, "Gonna wake up the keep!"

Duke snorted, "Most them still back at the hall."

Oh it had been a great feast. Took a couple days longer than planned to get it going. That was fine though. Duke loved that Rusty had given his staff the next day off, on top of inviting them all to join. There had been so much food, treats, music, and fun. No telling just how late they'd stayed up. It was well into the evening though. It'd still been going on as the foxes left. The keep dwellers kept going without missing a beat.

Duke dropped onto his bed with a groaned, "Fuck." The fox starting to sink back before staring at his boots. "Hadn't partied like that in..." he blinked. One eye then the other, the whole room swaying a bit. "I dunno, been a long time."

Rusty slipped over, "Let me get those boots." He started to lean over, staggered, and wound up just sitting at the bedside. "Mary would kill us if you got her bedding messy with these." The lordling began to pull and tug at his boots. Which started to nudge and slide Duke a bit closer to the edge of the bed. Duke wiggled his feet, trying to help where he could.

Somehow, between the two drunk foxes, they got his boots off. Though, in the wiggling and working, his pants ended up half off. Which was fine, since it seemed everyone slept naked. Just relying on the heavy covers to keep them warm. "Let's get," Duke wiggled his hips, trying to get his pants down.

Since he was down there, Rusty helpfully grabbed his pants and pulled. Duke happily flopped back as the other fox disrobed him.

Duke stretched his jaws in a wide yawn. Body arching off the bed as he did so. The motion started to grow until his legs framed Rusty's body. Then froze as something brushed his cock tip. Just the cold nudge of a nose against his covered head. Then a lick. His eyes opened and he held his breath. That had to be an accident. Just a bump then the little lick as Rusty tried to figure out what bumped his nose. It was dark enough in the room to mostly obscure it. Just the low embers from the fireplace to light it. He could just make out Rusty's shape as the fox shifted at the edge of the bed.

Followed by the unmistakable feel of a tongue sliding under his foreskin. Fingers, slightly rough from Rusty's hands-on ruling techniques, stroked his shaft. Duke drew a breath and started to sit up. Confused as he was, his cock was ready and willing. It leapt to action, throbbing before Rusty's maw. The fox more than happy to push Duke's foreskin back with his tongue.

Duke wanted to say something, but it was really hard to think with someone giving you head. Though it was impossible to miss Rusty's smile. His eyes sparkled with mischief as his head bobbed lower. Tongue sliding awkwardly around the todd's cock.

Ears perked as Rusty looked up at him, "Wha?" he muttered around the cock. Then remembered his mouth was full and pulled back. "What?"

A huff came from the fox, "Not every day someone starts giving me a drunk blowjob."

That got a crooked smile from Rusty, "Not every day I get to give myself a blowjob." He looked up at Duke and did his best to look seductive. "Want me to stop?"

Duke's cock throbbed, eager to have a lot more happen. "Fuck no," he huffed. "Any longer and would've had a maid bent over the bed." He arched with a groan. The noise lifting as Rusty happily dove back down. The fox's tongue swirled over his cock. Slobbering around the member messily as he huffed.

Far as blowjobs went, this wasn't the best he'd ever had. Not that he had a plethora of experience. Didn't stop Rusty from being enthusiastic. His head bobbled drunkenly. Mashing his nose into Duke's groin with each bob. Tongue and maw sliding over his cock. Each breath slurping sloppily over the fox's knob. Duke was certainly into it. Blowjobs were great, but there was something about getting a blowjob from an alternate reality version of himself. Just made it that much more... exciting.

Made him not want to hold back at all. Why should he? Both he and Rusty knew their limits and even what each of them liked.

"I'm gonna..." he grunted, his cock twitching in the maw. Rusty nodded, or maybe was just bobbing his head. Though didn't slow Duke's climax. The fox arched, groaning. Then, with a gasp, he hit his peak. Eyes rolling back as his member leapt within the maw. Thick seed pumping across Rusty's tongue. Which the royal fox happily gulped down.

Duke's cock was still throbbing as Rusty pulled back. The todd looking up at him with a crooked grin. "Never thought I'd be blowing myself."

A panting laugh, "What about getting blown by yourself?"

Ears perked towards him, "That an offer?"

"Well, I mean, turnabout and all that."

Rusty didn't need any more encouragement. He shed his clothing and hopped into bed. Well, less hop and more stumbled as he was taking his pants off. Duke groaned and shifted about on the bed as his double flopped back. The other male's cock was already hard. Flopping against his belly as Rusty dropped onto the bed. Duke couldn't help but reach out and start to stroke it.

Well, it didn't feel like he was stroking himself. Though the fit was familiar, and Rusty was readily responding to all the places that Duke knew he liked. Well, that he himself liked, but...

He was too drunk to think about this.

Rather than go right for the knob goblin, he started to pet the cock. Feeling the girth and weight of it. Listening to Rusty's low, restrained grunts. That was one way they were different. Rusty was louder than he was, but then again his bedroom had thicker walls and doors. Never got to get loud when his folks were the next room over, or he was sharing a room with a cousin. Hell, cousins saying over is how he got up the idea for strip games and seeing who could jerk longer. So there was something nice about hearing the pleased noises coming from the fox under him.

Duke licked over his lips and hummed. Nudging Rusty's foreskin back, he leaned in to lick over the tip. The fox huffed, gasped, and arched towards him. A thick dollop of precum spilled onto his tongue. Duke grinning as he licked up the pre as he pumped the shaft faster. Leaning in so he could...

"Fuck!"

The fox's climax came without fanfare. Duke had been too wrapped up the blowjob to notice that Rusty had been stroking himself. As such, it hadn't taken long to bring the other fox to finish. Though Duke had to wonder how long it had been since his compatriot had gotten off. In a matter of seconds, he'd coated Duke's face. Leaving the fox sputtering in surprise before leaning in, suckling on the length. Letting the last bit pool in his maw and roll down his throat.

Duke shut his eye as some cum rolled down his face, threatening to fall into his eye. Much like most guys, he'd learned long ago that getting spunk in your eye stung like hell.

He shifted on the bed and moved over the other fox. Rusty looked up at him with a panting laugh, "S-sorry couldn't help it." He reached up, cupping Duke's cheeks. "Made a mess, didn't I? Let me just..." he tilted his head and licked, Shivering at the tasteof his own seed, blended with Duke's flavor. Something about it, about all this, made him shiver. It felt weirdly wrong, yet at the same time, completely right and okay.

As his tongue lapped up his own seed, it swept closer to Duke's mouth. Then Duke's met his. Just a little touch at first. One that made them pull back and blush. Then, Duke's hand came to his maw. A light touch. So soft that it made Rusty gasp quietly. Then arch into the kiss. Maws locked together as their tongues slipped out and began to wrestle.

They were so absorbed in the embrace that they didn't realize how their bodies were moving. How Rusty's legs curled about Duke's waist. The way Duke's cock slid between those plump checks. Or even how the lord's legs lifted to curl about those hips. Low, needy grunts slipped into the kiss as their bodies rocked.

Someone, it was impossible to tell who, reached down. Duke shivered as fingers curled against his cock and lifted it. Rusty broke the kiss with a gasp. The noise lifting into a sustained yip as his tight rump spread around the cock. Duke's head dropped. A shiver raced down his back as Rusty clenched around his cock. The fox's fur bristled. Then hips bucked as he buried his cock with the next thrust.

He couldn't stop at that first thrust. It had been too long since he'd been with anything beyond his hand. The feel of the hole around him. Rusty's panted breaths. How the male's cock pressed against his own belly. The sounds, smells, everything. It just kept him thrusting. The steady creak of the bed and slap of balls on pump ass matched perfectly with the panted breaths.

Rusty's head fell back with a gasp. Hands clenched at Duke's shoulders, "Duuukrrmm..." the male grunted. His legs curled tighter against the todd's flanks. Toes curled and clenched. Then shifted as his legs pulled higher. Duke shifted on the bed. Not much, but just enough to let Rusty's legs slide higher. He shifted his grip to the other male's legs. Rusty wasn't nearly flexible enough to get his knees up to his chest. A pained grunt stopped Duke long before that. Though it did give him a new angle. He leaned back and watched his partner as his pace picked up.

Naturally, this would cost him. He usually had enough self-control to slow down. Back off and take a breather. There was just enough booze in him so he didn't care. The fox hissed as he felt his sac tense. Hips clapped off that ass faster as he leaned back. Growling as his cock twitched.

"Ffffuck!" he gasped out as he peaked.

Rusty rocked back with a pleased gasp, his own cock twitching as he felt the warmth filling his rear. Oh that felt great. He felt excitement hum through his body. A strange energy that energized him without burning off his alcoholic buzz. He shifted on the bed. Already moving before his doppelganger had even finished. Cum leaked from his rear, painting his cheeks, as he moved.

All it took was a touch and Duke happily leaned forward. Fingers gripped his plush ass and spread the cheeks. A bit of spit, quick rub of that clenching pucker. Then...

"Ahhh, FUCK!"

Duke bit into a pillow to silence his call. Ears pinned back as Duke let his exclamation ring out.

The lordling was every bit as gentle as Duke had been. That first thrust buried his cock in the rarely used ring. Between his drunken haze and the general thrill of it, he didn't care. The pain was quickly overshadowed by raw pleasure. Especially as Duke leaned over him and huffed.

Rusty gave him a bare moment to collect himself. Then fingers dug into his rear, teeth found his neck, and the male hammered in again. Quick, shallow thrusts rained down on the overweight fox. Heavy, rutting pants broke from the todd's maw as he quickly made Duke his vixen. Both males more than happy to share that role. Taking their turn on bottom for the other.

Where Duke had been happy to put Rusty into a mating press, Rusty had other things in mind. "What a tight fucking ass," he grunted. Hand slipping away only to return with a smack. Duke jumped, his yelp buried into the pillow. Ears fell back as an embarrassed heat spread over his cheeks. Yet he drove his body back. Happily taking the role of vixen. Body eager for the warmth of his todd's seed. Hell, he was craving it right now. His tail held high as thighs shook.

Thrusts started to falter. Rusty's pace hesitating just a beat as he tried to slow down. Only to have instinct drive himself forward. The male lunged forward. Stepping over Duke's leg and hunching over the male. Teeth found scruff and tugged. A nearly wild growl breaking out.

Hard, shallow rocks signaled his end. Rusty growling into his partner's scruff as his hips smacked off Duke's body. Thick, rich seed flooding his ass.

Rusty slumped before his climax finished, panting heavily. "S-so," he grunted, "That's two each?" He rocked, then started to slide off. The local lord falling to the bed with a huff. "Fuck, haven't been like that..." he blinked against the dark, "Well, ever."

Duke huffed and rolled over. Mirroring Rusty's flop, "So does it still count as masturbation? Or it is actual sex?" He huffed.

Shoulders rolled in a shrug, "Dunno. Does it matter."

"Nah."

Then silence for a moment.

"So, two each?"

A quiet snort, "What, thinking I can't keep going?"

Dukegrinned, "Well, do have to wake up kinda early."

"Well..." Rusty shifted, "Early-ish. Pretty sure I've got a bit more in me."

Morning came and went. The manor's staff kept about their business. Most more than a little wearied from the night's celebrations. So no one commented, or cared, that it was after lunch when Duke set out. Tempting though it might be to stay another evening, he knew himself too well. One day would turn into two, then a week. Good food and better company would be hard to turn down. So he'd forced himself to get going.

"So how far are you gonna ride with me?" He angled his head towards Rusty. Then let his gaze sweep back to the handful of guards with them.

Rusty offered a weary smile, "Well, at least an hour down the road. We'll happily help you through the woods, Cousin. Get you started in the right direction for a place to rest." He stretched in his seat, "Not often I get to see you. Least I can do."

Duke could see the question. Did he really have to go? He offered a little smile and nod. "I'm thankful." He glanced into the woods, "Sure as hell don't want to get lost. Well, not again. Who knows where I could end up next time." Maybe he'd fall into another pool and teleport somewhere else. Ride into the mists and come out in some other realm. Could be interesting. Though he'd just gotten here. Didn't want to miss out on anything fun yet. Not when there were so many adventures on his horizon.