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This story is intended for an adult audience (18+). The author of this story does not necessarily agree with any ideas, actions, or thoughts, implied or otherwise, contained within this story. This is intended purely as a work of fiction and should not be viewed as anything else.

This story contains mild fetish material (licking) and explcit M/M sex between a wolf and fox. Plot is included. Anyone reading beyond this conspicuous disclaimer is doing so at their own risk, and will take full responsibility for any mental, emotional, physical, supernatural, or other cause of harm or stress they may encounter. The author of this story is not liable, legal or otherwise, for any "side-effects" or negative consequences that result from your choice to read this story.

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Just One Day Off

It was an average spring day. Nothing more, nothing less. The sun shone on the grass outside, bird chirped, the distant sound of car engines reverberated through the neighborhood as furs drove to and from work, going about their daily lives.

Ricky sighed as he stared out the window of his quaint house, astounded by the monotony of the day. Nothing was special about it, it just seemed so...empty. Home alone, with no particular chores to attend to. He had the day off work, and for the next twelve hours he would have to find away to entertain himself. The red fox rubbed his handpaws together, pondering an itinerary for the day. It wasn't often a day came around where no work at all had to be done, but when one came, the vulpine wasn't quite sure how to spend it.

"I'm damn sure not gonna waste it, that's for certain," Ricky mumbled to himself. He had already slept half of it away - much needed rest, to be sure, but it was already nearly three o'clock. The fox grabbed the remote control and turned on the television, as he reclined on the couch. A shopping network, re-runs of last night's baseball game, outdated game shows, soap operas...nothing. Absolutely nothing. What else could you expect on a Sunday afternoon?

If only Nassa was here...

The fox's mind drifted to his mate, a shy but loyal wolf by the name of Nassal Aravek, though everyone knew him as Nassa. Ricky longed for his lupine companion to share this day with him, but his heart sank as he knew it could never happen. Nassa was busy studying for college, and with exams coming up, he just hadn't been able to find the time to spend much time with Ricky. Sometimes life just sucks.

But Ricky knew that any day, no matter how eventful or boring, would be made all the more worthwhile with Nassa at his side, and began thinking over the possibilities as he flipped through the channels, eyes glued to the screen as if in a trance, but mind far off, almost excitedly exploring the potential of his epiphany. "We could...I don't know, go to a movie, and then out to dinner or something..." Ricky was talking to himself again- quietly, but aloud nonetheless. "And...and then, he could rub me wi...with his paws..."

Since Nassa had gone to college, Ricky had missed the physical touch of his wolf, and the mere thought of something so enticing, so intimate, was enough to arouse the red fox. To feel his warm, slick tongue brushing his shoulder as his paws wrapped around him in a loving embrace, as he lowered them closer and closer to his nether regions...Ricky blushed as his vulpine cock slowly stiffened, even though no one else was around. He placed a paw on his crotch and rubbed it gently, murring softly as the feeling of warmth spread throughout his spine.

Ricky removed his shirt and pants sensually, enjoying the moment. More firmly now he stroked his member, giggling as his fuzzy paws enveloped it in their embrace. The background noise of the television was drowned out in his mind from the sensation.

Ricky just wished they were Nassa's paws pleasuring him - but this would have to do. Nassa was there in spirit, and certainly in his...fantasies. The red fox closed his eyes and tilted his head back as his paws moved faster and faster, working like pistons on his tender genitals. He began messaging his testicles with his spare paw, enjoying the warmth. He took a deep breath as the smell of his musky, vulpine arousal filled the room, fueling his desires.

As he stroked and tugged, he pictured Nassa laying there next to him, feeling his warm tongue as it messaged his face and neck as they passionately kissed, his maw burrowed into Nassa's chest fur as they shared the moment. The twinkle in the wolf's eyes as they copulated ever so gently, and then faster...and faster.

The fox knew there was no stopping now, as the pulses of pleasure coursing throughout his body grew more steady and potent. He quaked as he madly humped a pillow on the couch, feeling the makeshift tight walls of the comfortable cushion warming and enveloping his penis. With his paws still going to work on his balls and cock, he grinded harder and harder, until the pleasure overwhelmed him. He let out a muffled guttural noise of agonizing pleasure as his warm sperm gushed out of his erect dick, matting his chest-fur with fresh fox semen. The naughty vulpine lapped at it, getting a faint, bitter taste of his seed, and finally collapsed onto the couch and laid his head against the pillow, exhausted. The base of his penis swelled up; Ricky could only imagine it being inside of Nassa.

"Well, that...was...fun," he panted, as he stretched his muscles out from the exercise, yawning. "Guess I should wash up..."

Ricky slowly walked out the back door, one paw down to his side and the other wiping at his sticky chest, as he walked down to the creek behind his home. He felt the sunlight warm his fur as he took in the sights and sounds of nature all the more vividly. I should come out here more often, he thought, as he closed his eyes and listened to the birdsong filling the spring air. He wasn't worried about his lack of clothing; the tall trees shrouded Ricky in a veil of serene anonymity.

Ricky dipped a footpaw into the cool, clear water, as sighed as the ripples lapped at his furry ankles. His other paw followed, and soon he was half-submerged in the creek. He floated on his back, gazing up at the sun, as the water cooled his vulpine figure. There was something about this place...all his troubles just seemed to disappear.

He dove under the water, eager to leap at the chance to get some exercise. The fox swam up the creek, doing his best to beat the fairly weak but consistent current. The combination of the warmth of the spring sunlight and the cool water on his chest-fur was heavenly.

Nearly an hour had passed, yet Ricky had lost all sense of time long before. Nonetheless, he soon grew weary after all the exercise, and decided to step out of the creek. He shook his body, sending water spraying every which way out of his saturated fur. He felt refreshing cooled off as the water evaporated from his body.

The fox walked back up to the back door of his abode, still unclothed, but content. The outdoor air had awakened him to the day, though he knew it could never be complete without his wolf, Nassa.

After rolling in the grass one final time, drying himself off as much of possible, Ricky opened the door and entered his house. He walked lightly to the bathroom, struggling to avoid wetting the carpet from the drips of his waterlogged fur. Smiling, he turned the faucet on, as the water began flowing; first cold, but gradually warmer until a soothing steam began to fill the bathroom. The vulpine opened the shower curtain and stepped right on it - he didn't need any more encouragement than that.

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Nassa had just finished his last class of the day, and had begun the long drive down the busy highway. The wolf grimaced as he struggled to change lanes; the fur on the left of him wasn't quite letting him over. Why do people drive so slow...?

Studying really wasn't on Nassa's mind tonight, nor was he really in any particular hurry to get to Ricky's house for practical reasons. He'd been gone for some time, and missed spending precious moments with his special fox. "Maybe we can spend some time together, with me getting home early tonight. Not even 6 yet," said the wolf to himself thoughtfully, as he finally made the lane change.

I hope he's been okay, Nassa thought. I really need good grades now, I gotta get a better job...and a future...but nothing matters more to me than Ricky...I hope he understands...

Just a bit longer...I'll get there.

* * *

After an excessive amount of relaxation, Ricky clambered out of the hot shower and into the bathroom to dry his fur. Unlike after his swim, the water matting his red fur wasn't slightly dirty and didn't elicit the feeling of needed to be cleaned. He felt fresh and rejuvenated, as he closed his eyes and allowed the steam in the bathroom to run over his face one last time.

The vulpine slowly put on some pants and lay down, once again, on the couch. Somehow today had felt like a long day, despite the lack of work. Maybe it was his late wake-up. But more likely, it was the absence of Nassa. Any day without my wolf is a long day...

* * *

Nassa pulled into the driveway that evening. The wolf's heart was pounding, as he hoped to surprise the fox. Who knew when he would have the opportunity to take a whole evening off again? Damn you college...

The lupine slowly walked up the steps, his wolf-legs moving with grace as he approached the house. He inserted the key, turned the handle, and walked into the living room.

There lay Ricky, still curled up on the couch. Nassa smiled as he stared at his boyfriend, who appeared to be asleep. The scene was so serene and surreal; it was as if time itself slowed down from his hectic college life to allow him to take in the moment ever so slowly...

He was so clean, too...Ricky's fur still glistened with moisture, and his immaculate body looked so...desirable. As Nassa approached more closely, his fresh aroma filled his nostrils. Fresh, and ever so slightly musky...and very arousing. Nassa sat down, just wanting to stare at his vulpine lover.

Ricky opened one eyelid, and quickly the other. "N...Nassa? Is that you?"

"Course it's me, Ricky. Got home early tonight. I was hoping to...you know, spend some time with you. Sorry I've been so busy lately, but as long as I have you, it wouldn't matter if I flunked out of college. My life would be complete..." He buried his muzzle into Ricky's warm chest-fur, allowing the fox to stroke his neck.

"I love you too, Nassa." They embraced each other warmly, each placing two paws around the other, as they kissed. Ricky's body tingled as he felt the wolf's warm tongue enter his mouth and gently probe it, as his back was rubbed by Nassa's firm yet soft wolf-paws. Nassa closed his eyes sensually, and slowly lowered his paws to Ricky's waist, and slowly moved them inwards...

"I'm all yours, if you want me," Ricky whispered, giving the wolf a sensual lick across the shoulder, very slowly, with a mischievous grin upwards as he let his wet tongue linger on Nassa's fur. Ricky spread his legs, revealing an elongating phallus. The smell of fox musk intensified as Ricky's arousal and Nassa's anticipation grew.

The wolf slowly bent over, and extended a paw to Ricky's crotch, eliciting a fierce shudder upon contact. Nassa giggled and felt the fox's warm scrotum, and finally placed a paw upon hid penis. He didn't move it yet. He just left it there, letting the anticipation grow. Ricky was squirming in pleasure already.

Without warning, the wolf bent over and enveloped the fox cock inside of his maw. The vulpine let out a quick gasp, and then could do nothing but moan as his stiff organ was enveloped by hot, sticky saliva, being sucked on by his wolf. Using paws to help him, the wolf pulsated back and forth on Ricky's love organ, going deeper and deeper and deeper...and faster...

Nassa was producing copious amounts of saliva, letting the thick strands fall out of his maw and drench Ricky's privates in warm slime. The wolf would momentarily take a break to reach underneath, to the testicles of his lover, and lap at them, as Ricky would shudder and moan and cry out in ecstasy. "P...please dddon't..stop," the fox howled while he found himself able to.

The warm depths of the wolf's mouth were unlike anything Ricky had ever felt before...they were so warm and moist, and the gentle rubbing of the tongue back and forth across his member was driving him wild. Nassa showed no signs of letting up, still sucking feverishly on his penis, until he couldn't take it anymore. "Unggh! I think I'm gonna..." Nassa just smiled.

The eruption of love juice was so much greater this time than it had been when he woke up. Fox semen gushed from Ricky's urethra, into the depths of Nassa's maw. Nassa slowed up, allowing the fox a chance to expel all he could, while using the sides of his mouth to squeeze every last drop out of his lover. His tongue still gently lapped at the base of Ricky's penis, encouraging him to let it all out. Nassa's maw was filled with the milky white viscous, and he loved every second of it. The wolf swirled it around his mouth, and just continued sucking and sucking...

Ricky just lay there, panting and panting as his throbbing cock swelled up at the base inside of Nassa's maw. That was the most unbelievable thing the fox had ever felt. He closed his eyes... "You're not done yet," Nassa said seductively. "I believe you said you were 'all mine.'" Ricky just nodded slowly, enjoying the final moments of his penis being engulfed by the wolf's cavernous, moist maw and tongue. He finally removed it, and the couple embraced one more, each nuzzling against the other's neck fur and exchanging sensitive licks on the neck and cheek.

Nassa then rose up and pressed a paw against Ricky's crotch, gently separating his legs, and stood over him on the couch. The fox, though exhausted from receiving oral sex, murred in anticipation. Nassa lapped at the fox's anal sphincter, getting it nice and moist, swirling his tongue around in a circular pattern. Wrapping his paws around Ricky, the wolf placed the tip of his erect penis up to the Ricky's entrance, and slowly pressed inwards.

Ricky grunted at the intrusive motion, yet it was intriguing, being so physically close to Nassa. Nassa moaned at the sudden warmth encompassing his entire body, and started lightly humping the vulpine. He gave the fox a seductive nibble on the ear from behind, and Ricky responded by tilting his head slightly and giving Nassa a tender lick on the cheek. Nassa's sex drive was fueled all the more by the adorable fox, laying there, at his mercy....his sweet, loving mercy.

Nassa pumped harder into the fox, driving his warm, stiff dick into Ricky's anus. With all the excitement of the earlier fellatio, he knew it wouldn't take much to push him over the edge. Ricky was recovering from his exhaustion and getting into it now, flexing in such a way that caused Nassa's member to penetrate deeper and deeper, rubbing his anal walls against it. Nassa howled loudly, his lust reverberating through the house.

From behind, the wolf groped at his lover's privates. They were slightly limp from the previous act, and still dripping with thin strands of vulpine semen, but that didn't mean the fox wasn't in heaven at the moment. Ricky screamed as Nassa began to ram into him, vigorously humping him to the point that he felt the couch slightly leave the ground, if only for a fourth of a second...

It came without warning. A warm, sticky feeling deep within his rectum, warming his whole being. Ricky arfffed loudly as he was filled with the love juices of his boyfriend, who had begun to slow down as he howled. The jets of sperm sprayed wildly into the backdoor of the satisfied fox, much to Nassa's pleasure. But after an entire minute of spurt after spurt, he was done too...

"W...Wow..." Nassa panted. "What a n...night." He gave Ricky a lick on the neck, and received a warm nuzzle in response from the fox. His knot had formed inside the fox too, tying them together in the most intimate of ways. He couldn't abandon his mate if we wanted to.

"I love you, Nassa. Thanks for being with me tonight," Ricky whispered.

The couple just lay there, hugging each other. There wasn't much else to do. Words couldn't express the feelings they had for each other, nor what they just experienced. Just the warmth of their paws and tongues, prying each other sensually on occasion...but mostly just lying there, sharing the moment together.

Neither knew how much time had passed. Half an hour? An eternity? Five minutes? It was all surreal. Nassa's knot had begun to shrink as the swelling from his throbbing lovestick diminished, and he dismounted the fox, finally. Ricky sighed, and got up too, sharing a hug with his lover on their feet for the first time since they had made love. "Guess we should wash up," Nassa said, giggling, as he rubbed a paw over his mate. Ricky was happy to oblige.

The two sat on the ledge in the bathroom, content to simply hold hands with one another, as the stream of water quickly warmed up. Nassa led the way past the curtain and into the refreshing, steamy shower, followed closely by Ricky. So similar to my shower just a few hours ago...and yet so different... Ricky mused.

As they ran their paws through each other's fur, applying soap and shampoo to each other, and rested their necks against one another's shoulders, Ricky knew that his world would always be right. He really didn't need much else. He had Nassa.

But despite the intimacy, excitement, and fun, true exhaustion finally took the couple into its grasp. "Let's get to bed," Nassa said, eyes half shut already. Ricky turned off the shower, and wrapped a towel around him and his wolf...

The couple clambered into bed from opposite sides, meeting in the middle, snuggling as close as possible to each other. Nassa rested with his head against Ricky's shoulder, clearly done for the day. The studying and sex had taken its toll on him. "Nassa?" Ricky whispered. No response. Just the faint snoring of the wolf.

Ricky smiled and ran his paws over his face, feeling the wolf's cheeks, and giving him one last lick on the lower chest, before curling up and placing his tail around Nassa. Sure, he may have to go back to college tomorrow, and the future of the lupine and himself through life's treacherous paths was uncertain at best.

But he had never felt so secure in his life.