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Nick raced towards his friend's van. He still wasn't sure that he was going on. Finnick had suddenly called him. His usually strong and steady voice was shaky. The fennec simply said that he needed his friend to come over quickly. Feeling worry in the pit of his own chest, the red furred fox dropped everything to aid him in any way he could.

He reached the back of the van, finding it already unlocked. Once he stepped inside, his eyes widened to see Finnick lying in the back, clutching his own body as he whimpered.

"Finnick! Are you alright?!" Nick called out, rushing inside and to his smaller friend's side.

"N-no!!" Finnick snarled as another intense wave struck him. He held his body tighter and seized from the sheer power of it, the strongest ever experienced. "I'm... I'm in heat, Nick!"

As soon as the words were said, Nick could suddenly feel a warmth. Then came the strong scent of it, it was no wonder why the small fox was suffering. The small was intense, punching the bigger vulpine's senses. In a matter of seconds his mouth was watering and he could already feel himself stirring below.

But he shook his head and told himself to focus. Finnick needed him and he couldn't let himself get distracted...or carried away.

"Come on, bud. We need to get you some fresh ai-"

A paw gripped Nick's arm and he winced from the small yet sharp claws that dug in.

"No! I need it now! I need you now!" Finnick snarled, wincing again as another wave of heat rolled right over him. "Uugh! W-why do you think I called you over here, dumbass?"

Nick's ears lowered. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, his friend. He just hoped that Finnick knew what he was getting into. It had been a while since the bigger vulpine had tended to himself and the strong, enticing scent surrounding him. It was more than tempting. Even now, he was fighting every instinct within himself, barely able to hold on. He could feel his cock throbbing hard against his pants, already forming a wet spot. Though his muzzle was closed tight, he could feel saliva seeping through, he couldn't stop it. And with every sniff, his mind was starting to drift away.

Finnick got no answer from the other fox. Unable to stand it anymore, he gripped Nick's pants and started tugging at them. The button and zipper gave way. And with his paws reaching at the underwear's band, he made a sudden tug down, revealing the pulsing erection. It was a dark red, tapered. Unlike most foxes, Nick was lucky enough to be packing something more than what was average. Not only was it rather long but thick as well, just what the Fennec needed.

"Come on, Wilde. Just get over here and...fuck me already!"

Those words. Words that Finnick had never said before. It triggered something within the other vulpine. All doubts were instantly drowned out by a rush of lust and need. Nick hadn't even realized it until he was looming over Finnick, making deep huffs. Even then, he didn't stop, instead mirroring the actions done onto him. He tugged at Finnick's shorts, easily tearing at the fabric.

An even strong rush of the scent pounded at his senses. Finnick wasn't wearing any underwear. And there it was for Nick to see in a whole new light. In between Finnick's legs were a pair of lips, already slightly swollen. They were already dripping, making the small fox's thighs wet. The scent was over him and it combined with the sight, Nick was unable to control himself any longer.

He all but pounced on his friend. Hardly thinking straight he easily lifted Finnick and roughly pushed him back down in a new position, with his head planted to the van's carpet and his cute ass hiked in the air.

Nick's muzzle was already underneath the cream colored fox's tail, taking only a few sniffs before his drool-slathered tongue flicked out against the fold, lapping up the slightly sweet juices. Just the surface of his tongue rubbing over the area was enough to make Finnick tremble and moan out.

Picking up where he left off, Nick pressed his lips to the vent again, grinding the fur of his muzzle against the entrance, getting more trembles and noises out of the heated fennec. It was getting slathered on his muzzle, spreading the scent and taste all over his nose, and with every breath he took, it made him all the more riled up.

That's when he started licking, roughly shoving his tongue inside, pushing it deep, grinding it against the soft walls of flesh, collecting more of that flavor onto his tongue.

"Aaah! N-Nick!" Finnick called out. It was all he could do. His body was shaking, not only from the pleasure but the feeling of relief. Just a bit of his heat was eased, allowing him to relax a bit and really enjoy the rough slurps of the broad, flat tongue. It was curling and flicking deep inside of him, milking noises out of him that he could not hold back.

All Nick did was growl in response, moving his tongue even faster, slipping it in and out of the slathered vent, lapping slowly over the lips, collecting another burst of flavor on his taste buds. Once he slipped it back inside, it was again pushed and pulled against the smooth borders, feeling tremble under his touch.

Finnick was already getting his fangs and panting hard through them, he didn't think he would be getting this close, not this fast at least. But Nick just kept licking, sinking his tongue inside of his passage again. Looking down between his legs, the fennec could see a bulge under his skin as a rough lick was given, not only sending hard pleasure through him, but indeed stretching his insides.

Another lick came and he was suddenly pushed over the point of no return. With an unrestrained moan, the fennec finally came. The pleasure struck him hard, leaving him to just shudder against the still moving tongue.

Nick hadn't even noticed until the climax came, spraying warm juices onto his muzzle. It was then that he could feel the squeezes down on his tongue, how tight it was, smearing even more of the addicting flavor and scent. It only made him want to go further...

Finnick could feel the tongue pulling out of him as he started to whine again, feeling his heat returning. It was slightly dulled but more than enough to still drive him crazy. In response, there was a dominant, almost animalistic growl from Nick. His paws pressed to the van's floor and a small gasp came from the fennec, he could feel something poking against him. And with a sudden motion, it pushed its way inside and continued, reaching further and further until he bottomed out with nothing but the not left.

Finnick cried out again, his pussy was now filled with hot, throbbing meat. Looking between his legs again, he could see an even bigger bulge as his small body was made to take all seven inches of the bigger fox. Even with it just just pulsing, it felt so good and he allowed himself to moan and make any other sound he desired, just wanting to have that intense flame burning within him quelled.

Nick was now acting on his instincts, listening to the primal desires within him. While pulling back, he took in more of the smaller fox's scent, that irresistible aroma of heat but it was combined with something masculine, unique and exciting.

Finnick's eyes went wide and he dug his claws into the carpet as his body was suddenly rocked by a series of quick, hard thrusts. He instantly fell into a position of submission, lowering his ears and raising his backside even higher for more accessibility. Against his walls was a thick cock rubbing back and forth. The pleasure was like a shock of electricity every time the tip reached into his depths. Strings of his own fluids were dripping freely, forming a small puddle, a clear show of his own arousal. The sounds made when Nick's hips connected to his backside were loud, deep, and wet. Repeated squishes and sticky pops as a big fox cock speared into his sopping tunnel.

As the two foxes were pushing their bodies against each other, moaning and growling, they paid no attention to the others that passed by the parked van. Some passed by with a look of disgust while others took a moment to stop and watch the action play out through the windows.

Nick and Finnick were aware of their growing audience, but they only cared about the pleasure between them, steadily growing stronger, along with the power and speed behind Nick's humps. Finnick cared nothing about his reputation as he reacted to the sudden change. The fennec was never penetrated this deep and he could feel his insides being stretched wide. As he wailed in ecstasy, Nick gripped the base of his tail, making another growl as he pounded his pussy even harder, making more deep grunts, gritting his fangs and drooling on himself.

Finnick returned the action by pushing his own body back, bouncing up and down on the fat shaft, only allowing it to reach further in. His pitched moans and whimpers fell away and his usual self was returning. He could form words again and used them to all but demand the bigger vulpine go faster, harder, to push in as deep as he could. With every hard rut, that fat knot slammed against his folds. It was throbbing, teasing him to the point that he could no longer wait for it anymore.

"You better fucking knot me! Push it in, Wilde!"

Nick did as he was told, bearing his body down on Finnick's snarling in his ear and he even took hold of the fennec's scruff in his jaws, biting down with enough pressure to make him cry out again. As hard as he could, he slammed his cock in as hard as he could, still pushing. The two of them raised their voices as the thick knot slowly pushed its way past the stretching lips... And with a sudden, fleshy pop Finnick was filled past his limit, the mix of pain and pleasure ripped another climax out of him, one that led to him making a pitched bark.

A rush of heat and squeezes enveloped Nick's cock and that was more than enough to push him over the edge as well. With them knotted together, there was nowhere for his seed to go but deep inside, squirting with force as Nick gave sharp bucks of his hips, breathing heavily through his nose while his body was shrouded in tense pleasure.

The pair raised their voices again, feeling hot ropes flowing right into the fennec's womb, filling it with more than it needed. Even without being knotted, not a drop would have been spilled with Nick reaching in so deep. On the receiving end, Finnick wore a wide smile as relief washed over him. Just like that, that feeling of heat tormented him was eased like it was never there.

Both foxes were soon panting and even cuddling a bit as they were connected, just feeling the lingers of their climaxes. Nick looked up to see a few still peaking into the van. He was sure that there would be much mention of him and Finnick for a while...

When his knot deflated, he made a small tug, pulling it free. Finnick grunted and sighed, still lying on his side as his seed trickled out of him.

"Thanks, Wilde," Finnick said. But then he started to chuckle. "Looks like our hustling days are about to be behind us."

Nick didn't understand at first but as his mind cleared into the heat and lust he realized that just unloaded multiple loads worth of his fox seed into the sighing fennec.

"We'll work it out," Nick said as he eased into another cuddle with the small fox. "We always do."