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Procyon and Sirius

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By Allie Schneefuchs

**Content Warning:** This work is adult in nature and portrays M/F sexual acts between fictional sentient feral and anthro characters.

It had been several weeks since I left my kithood home in the country to start my own life. The city, I had heard, was the best place to find a mate. It's a numbers game, so they said. I wasn't under any false impression that there'd be many arctic foxes like myself, but there would at least be more than in the country. And, failing that, I was told you couldn't shake your tail without hitting a red fox or a dog.

The city was, of course, different than the country. I had expected as much. What I hadn't expected was just how overwhelming it all was. The scents conspired with one another to saturate my sense of smell, robbing me of my keenest sense. The noise was almost deafening, no matter the hour. Everyone and everything seemed to move in double time, leaving me more than once pushed aside by a never-ending wave of paws.

My misjudgment left me disheartened. There wasn't any shame in returning home empty-pawed, but it still hurt to feel my once high hopes quickly dwindle. I retreated to the relative peace of the foothills surrounding the city to take stock of my options.

Out here, things were more tolerable. Not much noise, I could actually smell individual scents, and I could see the sky at night, even if not as brilliant as it was back home. And the majority of the critters who lived out here were also four-footed like me.

But the main reason for the relative peacefulness was merely there being fewer critters around, which defeated the whole point of coming out to the city in the first place. If I was willing to settle for a smaller pool of potential mates in exchange for peace and quiet, well, I could have saved myself a whole lot of trouble---and a week's worth of walking on sore paws---by just staying close to home.

I was about ready to head back home with my thick, fluffy tail between my legs when a pain *beneath* my tail hit: my heat. I swore I left with plenty of time to find a mate---or at least someone to mount me---before it'd hit, but apparently I had misjudged that, too.

It was somehow worse than my first heat last year. I don't know if it was because I was fully grown this time, but it was a never-ending source of frustration. I couldn't quell it, not with my tongue at least, no matter how many times I tried.

I decided to sit beside a walking path and throw myself at the mercy of the first canid that'd travel past. Not many came out this way---the two-footed beasts tended to use the path for recreation while the four-footed beasts tended to blaze their own trail---but it was still the most likely place to come across another critter in the area.

I curled up in a bed of wildflowers next to the path and attended to my heat the only way I could---with my tongue---for the sixth time that day. My thin, vulpine ribbon lapped the small bead just past my swollen lobes, which firmed quickly under my licks. My slick need coated my tongue as my own scent of desperation filled my nose. It didn't take long to bring myself to a pulsing release, but I knew it was no substitute for a tie, and any meager relief I felt wouldn't last.

"Need some help?" a male voice spoke up and I froze. I had been so caught up in trying to sate my insatiable need that I hadn't smelled or heard this beast approach. No longer self-absorbed, I caught his scent easily but I didn't recognize it. It was male and canid, that much I was certain, but of a species I didn't recall crossing paths with before. His voice, too, differed subtly from all the foxes and dogs I'd ever met.

I slowly uncurled from my masturbation and looked up. And up, and up. He was two-footed. I should have guessed by his scent and the fact that they were the primary users of this path. He was tall---or at least seemed that way to me, as all two-footed beasts did. He was canid in appearance as well as scent, but I wasn't sure what kind.

His fur was a patchwork of colors. Black and gold primarily, in relatively equal proportion. Black ears, black muzzle, black splotches across his otherwise gold front and sides. I assumed his back was similarly patterned, but I couldn't see as he was facing me directly. His tail was gold and ended in a tip as white as my own fur. White also decorated a few small spots across his hide as well as his sheath. His pink tip peeked from its hiding place.

It was obvious from his expression and scent that, although I hadn't noticed his approach, he probably smelled my heat from a mile away and it clearly made him excited.

My inner ears reddened and I brought my forepaws over my face and muzzle, too afraid to beg this beast to mount me. He looked huge, as every two-footed beast was. At least that's what I heard. No doubt being mounted by this beast would hurt like hell.

Although part of me left me hiding beneath my forepaws, debating whether to bolt, the larger part of me offered myself to him. My hindlegs remained parted as they had been while I was masturbating, leaving my swollen pink lobes before him. No doubt he was drooling---from both muzzle and tapered tip---at the prospect of having my tight tunnel gripping around him.

I heard him move while I kept my eyes closed and forepaws over my face. He set his backpack down and a moment later I felt his touch brush between my ears. I tensed, briefly, before I felt his fingers gently scritch the fur there, then move to one of my blushing flaps.

"Hey, it's alright," he cooed softly as his paws worked. "I just wanted to check on you. You smell absolutely frustrated."

"I am absolutely frustrated," I mumbled, still keeping my eyes shut and forelegs up. "My heat's eating away at me from the inside, I don't have a mate, I don't know anyone around here who'll mount me, and I'm far away from home. I don't know what to do."

My ears reddened more as I let slip a little more than I intended.

"One thing at a time," he said softly as his paw moved from my ears to my muzzle, trying to gently brush my forepaws away. "I'm Jacob, what's your name?"

Reluctantly, I let him move my forelegs aside and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was crouched before me, a warm expression drawn across his muzzle, complementing the scent of his excitement. He smelled, looked, and seemed patient and sincere.

"Allie," I replied, beginning to relax slightly.

"Thank you, Allie. Now, how can I help you? Would you like me to find you someone to mount you, or---"

"Just mount me, yourself," I blurted out as my nerves and instincts got the better of me. "I... I know it'll hurt but my need hurts more. Please..." I whimpered. Surely his knot would be excruciating, at least the first time, but at least my heat would be content for a little while.

Jacob's ears splayed, seeming to become self-conscious for some reason. "I'm guessing you're not familiar with African wild dogs?"

"No," I said. He could call himself a Sirius astral hunting dog and I wouldn't have known any better.

"I prefer to call myself a 'painted dog', but at any rate, we are not as large as you are probably fearing. I mean, sure, I'd be larger than what you're used to solely by virtue of being two-legged, but my knot is small. Probably not much larger than one of your kind. And our ties don't last long."

"How long is 'not long'?"

Jacob's ears stayed pinned atop his head, a little embarrassment working its way into his otherwise excited scent. "Less than a minute," he admitted.

"That's---" I began to blurt out, catching myself when I saw him wince. My own ears splayed. "You don't need to mislead me just so I'll let you mount. I don't care how big you are, I'm far too desperate for that to matter right now," I sighed.

"No, it's, uh, it's true. It's not exactly something I'm proud of, but for once it'd be for the best. If you don't believe me, I can masturbate so you can see."

My ears perked. Wasting his seed by masturbating when there's a perfectly good vixen to mount seemed inconsistent with any canid I knew. "And that won't make it impossible for you to mount for hours afterward?"

He shook his head, "No. Like I said, our ties are brief and it won't drain much from my orbs. We're closer to felines than other canids in that regard."

Before I could reply, he lay down, facing me. I watched as he relaxed his sheath, a good two-thirds of his pink penis now free. I yipped softly as he drew me close, pushing that hot, slick spire against my thinly-furred belly. I trembled feeling how close the penis I so badly needed within me rubbed against me instead.

"Sorry, Allie, I hope you don't mind," he said with a contented sigh as I felt his penis quickly firm between us. His excitement drooled onto my fur and I squeaked when I felt one of his digits find my lobes. I pushed back and whimpered as I smelled a male's need quickly grow so close to me.

"No, it's alright, I---" I started to say, about to beg him to just mount me instead, but a moment later he mouthed one of my ears and pushed his digit into me. My tunnel pulsed around his fuzzy finger immediately and, although not quite what I wanted, it still felt good to have something other than my thin tongue to pulse around.

I could hear his breath catch as he lightly chewed on my ear, then his whole body tensed. A moment later I could smell and feel his ejaculation sandwiched between us. His tip---now blunt like any other canid's---spurted a large, copious initial spurt, followed by a second, weaker one. The third was basically dry. I could feel only the slightest bulb at his base between us, not much wider in diameter than the rest of his length.

The scent of his release was intoxicating. I dipped my muzzle and began to groom his seed from our fur, trembling from ear to tailtip as I tasted what my thirsty womb so desperately wanted to drink down. It couldn't take it any longer.

I broke down and turned, pushing my rump to his sheath, grinding my slick, still pulsing lobes against his quickly shrinking penis. "Please, please just mount me already. I need you inside of me, not between us," I whimpered.

"It'll only be a moment," he cooed softly in my ear, licking the back of one. One of his arms hugged just under my forelegs, cradling me like a pillow, while his other slid back down to my lobes. "If you feel uncomfortable at all, we can stop, alright?'

"I just, please, I don't care. Hurry," I whined. Several more minutes of embarrassing pleading past before I felt his tapered tip rather than his fingertips touch my lobes.

The scent of our mixed anticipation was suffocating. He held the position briefly, leaving me unsure whether he was trying to align his taper with my lobes or just trying to draw out both of our need, before he finally thrust into me.

We both gasped.

"Oh, Allie," he mumbled as his cold, wet nosepad and hot, wet breath teased the inner fur of my ear.

My still pulsing walls gripped around him, stretching me beyond what I was used to. But if there was any pain, my bliss masked it. All that mattered to me was that penis I was greedily pulsing around and the tie that it'd soon provide me.

He withdrew half of his penis then hugged me tightly in his arms and thrust again, not stopping until his sheath was firmly bunched between us. Actually, even then he didn't stop, grinding and grunting like he was trying to shove even more penis than he had into my pulsing, slick embrace.

"You're... you're so tight," he mrrrred in my ear between needy pants as he squeezed me close and readied himself for a third thrust.

Caught like this, held tightly in his arms and with his big---although small for a two-footed canid---penis inside me should have left me feeling vulnerable and afraid of the pain his own need might inflict upon me. While it did, of course, sting occasionally to take his larger penis, there was something about him that left me feeling reassured.

Part of it could have been the demonstration, which left me knowing both that his knot wouldn't get so large as to be agonizingly painful and that he'd go so far as to waste some of his seed on proving his honesty. But there was something else, too. Something I could feel it in the way he held me tight, hear in the quiver of his voice, and smell in the need---almost as desperate as mine---of his scent.

He was holding back for my sake.

"Please, just give me your kits," I pleaded, pushing back against him when his hips arched toward me on his third thrust. My pulsing renewed and intensified as his underside brushed over my bead. The slight hint of his bulb became apparent during that thrust, and I knew his next would be his last.

He gripped me tighter in his arms and his muzzle left my ear to find my nape. His jaws closed---not quite hard enough to pierce my hide, but almost---and he snarled. With one last thrust he pushed into me. I yelped as his knot tied, but the pain was brief. My lobes gripped hungrily behind his smallish bulb and tugged.

A moment later I felt it.

His now blunt tip fired away inside me, coating my thirsty womb in the seed it had been so desperate to drink since my heat began. That first gush was so much more copious than anything I had ever felt inside me, as if his orbs were compressing what would take other canids a half-hour to ejaculate into one or two pulses.

Despite both our attempts---me grinding against and tugging on his knot, and him rocking within me---our tie ended all too soon. In less than a minute, he had already shrunk back into his sheath. I was about to mrrr my appreciation when he suddenly shifted, moving me to bring my backside to his muzzle.

His cold nosepad raked over my tailhole and his tongue greeted my still pulsing tunnel. It coated his ribbon with a mix of my excitement and his own release. I groaned out pleasantly and pushed my fluffy white rear to his black muzzle, feeling him eagerly attempt to draw out my bliss with his tongue in a way that his penis could not.

"Jacob, I---" I tried to say several minutes later, but he moved me back into that spooning position again, squeezing me tightly. My scent sharpened with anticipation as I felt him align his taper with my lobes once again and thrust.

He barked and I yipped as my tight, pulsing walls surrounded his penis once more. Once again I felt helpless in his embrace, and once again he renewed my bliss with another tie. Whatever discomfort existed during the first mating melted away in the second, and was completely gone by the third.

All told, we repeated this cycle of him briefly tying, then extending my bliss with his tongue, five times over the course of the next hour. Combined, it was as long as any tie I'd had before, only better. While I would usually be the one to do the majority of the work extending a tod's bliss once he turned, with Jacob he did nearly all of the work, extending *my* bliss instead. It was a completely different dynamic than I was used to, even if my experience up to that point was limited.

Only after my need was finally---if temporarily---sated and his tongue and penis could take no more did we stop. By then, the late fall evening had drifted past dusk. While the lingering glow of twilight and the lights of the city nearby left the night sky less spectacular than I remembered as a kit, it was breathtaking nonetheless.

I pushed the soft, solidly white fur of my back to the splotched canvas of gold, black, and white across his front and sighed contentedly. "Thank you," was about all my wore-out mind was able to cobble together.

A soft chuckle resonated from Jacob's throat as I felt his nose softly rake over one of my ears, earning a shiver from me. "It's the least I could do. I wasn't about to leave you out here alone, desperate, and frustrated."

"That was far more than 'the least' you could have done. You needn't have done more than tie within me once and been on your way. Didn't have to wear your tongue out the way you did, too."

I felt him shrug, then his arms close around me tightly again. "That wouldn't have been right. You needed help, not me. Don't get me wrong, I *really* enjoyed that if you didn't notice, but I'm not the one with a womb making incessant demands. I'm glad us canids don't go into rut."

"Thank your lucky stars," I giggled playfully.

He turned his head to look straight up at the night sky and mrrred, "I do."

I chuckled, turning my gaze to follow his, "I meant that figuratively, not literally."

"Is there really any harm in *literally* thanking my lucky stars?'

"I suppose not," I replied with a grin. "So which is it? Or maybe which are they?"

"Well, considering that myself and most of my kind are from the Southern Hemisphere, we're practically required to choose one from the Southern Cross. But here..." He paused for a moment and studied the sky, then pointed, "That one."

His black-furred digit led me to one of the brightest stars in the sky. I chuckled at his choice, "What? Procyon? Have a thing for raccoons?"

He shook his head, "No. But I do have a thing for something before me."

He squeezed me a little tighter in his arms in the ensuing seconds it took me to process his pun. I feigned a sigh, "Kinda conceited of you to compare yourself to the brightest star of them all."

He nipped my left ear playfully, his tail thumping. "And kinda conceited of you to assume you're that something."

"Hey!" I yipped, both in response to the nip and the accusation. "There's nothing else out here you could have been referring to."

His sheath nestled against my backside and I could feel and smell his drooling tip. "So, ready to get before *this* dog again?"

That familiar yearning within me began to gnaw away and I wiggled my rump playfully. "You know, the Dog Star has gotten behind and followed Procyon every single night since the dawn of time, well before a single beast existed. And it will continue to do so forever, well after all life has ceased to exist for whatever reason. Are you sure you want to draw comparison to a pair with that kind of permanence?"

Jacob *hmm*ed in my ear as his slick, drooling taper brushed against my equally slick lobes. "Considering I can't tie with you anywhere near as long as other canids can, I gotta offer you something else that's longer, don't I?"

"Isn't that what you're about to do?" I teased.

He laughed and shook his head again, "You know that's not true, not in the least. But in all seriousness, if you want to rise before me and have me follow behind you every night, I'll do so for as long as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west."

"I think that just might be what I want," I said honestly, if playfully. "Now, follow."

And with a thrust, he did.