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It was autumn, and a chill wind rushed through the hills, scattering dust over the fallen leaves, and leaves over the rocks, and all of them crackled as a tired red fox trotted a careful path along the jagged ground. The loose limestone slipped under his paws, and he had to step carefully, but nevertheless the land felt welcoming to him. The golden glow of the setting sun felt cool on his fur, complementing the warmth of the baked earth. If it were not for the other fox's scent in his nostrils, he would almost have felt at home. Even this smell, signifying that he was deep into another's territory, was as tempting as it was unwelcoming. It was an acrid smell, as dry as the land, but as well as the land it held a warmth to it.

He trembled as he walked, partly from the cold, as the sun sank deeper under the horizon, and partly from fear, as every instinct told him to stay away, to avoid others and seek his own land. As a male fox his duty was to find a territory of his own, a vixen likewise to own, and an established mastership of his domain. Yet he stepped forward, tentatively but unwaveringly, and with his head down walked deeper into a stranger's territory.

But the sun was setting, and it was getting to be too dark to walk. He had to find a place to sleep, and he had no burrow here. The ground was flat rock and dust, so he couldn't dig. Just ahead was a low hill, topped by a dry, bent live oak tree. He trotted up to it, looking closely at the branches, but there were none bare enough to rest on. His ears lowered as he circled the tree glumly, and he finally settled into a small divot between two roots. The tree was well-marked with another fox's scent, but it was the closest thing to shelter he could find. He curled up, tucking his nose underneath his tail for warmth.

The musky scent pervaded his awareness, and beneath his closed eyelids he could almost see the fox who marked this tree, the owner of this territory. It was a grey fox, male, a bit paunchy with age but still strong and virile. He should be intimidated, but all he felt was arousal. He knew he shouldn't, but his defenses slipped away as he drifted off to sleep, and all he could think of was the reassuring strength of a male fox standing over him.

A moment later he opened his eyes, and the dawn was already breaking. The sky was painted gold, but the bright light of the sun was blocked out by a shadow over his face. In his morning drowse, it seemed as if the fox from his dreams was still standing over him in the daylight. The scent in his muzzle was even stronger than before. He began to yawn, only to be cut short by a low growl.

He froze stock-still, opening his eyes wide to see a tall red fox glaring down at him. The fox was older than him by a year or more, his fur tinged with grey and his ear notched, but his build was tall and muscular, showing strength gained through maturity. His stance was clearly hostile, ears laid flat on his head and teeth half-bared. The smaller fox curled up at his feet had not moved a muscle, except to tuck his tail closer to his chest. He trembled for a moment, ears sinking down submissively, then paused. He dared not break eye contact, but his frightened gaze gradually began to soften.

Despite his show of dominance, the older fox was quite concerned. A young fox brashly entering his territory was bad news. He had no vixen to lose, but any sort of conflict was a threat. Either this fox felt strong enough to defeat him, or he was just mad--either way it was a challenge, and he could be hurt if he couldn't scare off this fox without a fight.

The smaller fox whimpered, doing his best to look nonthreatening. The circumstances were not in his favor, and any movement could be seen as confrontational. Despite this, the reality of the situation was acting on him far more strongly than he expected. Without hardly knowing it, he slid a paw tentatively forward, trying to touch the tall fox's paw. In response he received a sharp bark, and the growling suddenly increased in volume.

He winced, hiding his muzzle in the dust. He was vulnerable and afraid, but he knew the only way to prove his motives was to make himself even more vulnerable. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly shifted away from the grey fox, and rolled over onto his back. He whimpered quietly, shivering with anxiety as his soft white belly was exposed. It was a dangerous situation; essentially, he was now at the older fox's mercy. It frightened him to be taking this sort of risk with a stranger, but it was also a bit... exciting.

The dawn was just arriving, shining behind the older fox and casting a faint halo around his fur. His growling slowed, then stopped, and he shifted into a more relaxed posture. He didn't know how to react to this behavior. The fox was clearly trespassing, but he wasn't here to challenge him. At the first sign of confrontation, he had rolled over and submitted. But what was he doing here?

He stepped forward warily, sniffing the belly of the submissive fox before him, and hearing his whimper. A quick nip to that defenseless white fur would send him scurrying, and a more severe bite could make sure he never came back. He hesitated, still failing to understand why the fox was here at all. The fox's scent displayed his submission as clearly as his posture, but it also conveyed something else. A quick glance between the red fox's legs backed up his suspicion, and he pulled his head back, startled.

The younger fox whined, covering his muzzle in embarrassment, but he was too afraid to move. Although he tried to restrain himself, the strong musk of the older fox was making his sheath swell. He was mortified that the feelings he had tried to hide from himself were now on full display for another. After a silent pause, he peeked out from under his paws. The older fox stood staring, his posture no longer defensive, but scrutinizing. Slowly the red fox lowered his leg, modestly hiding his arousal, and looked up into the older fox's eyes. Their eyes met, and for the first time they were both looking, open, and curious.

The young fox crept forward, not sneakily, but tentatively. He kept his eyes locked to the other's, constantly probing for any sign of disapproval. In this manner he slid forward submissively on his belly, until he was literally at the older fox's feet. He gingerly laid his muzzle on the fox's paws, the softness and warmth feeling as welcoming as he had hoped. Finally he broke eye contact, closing his eyes and relaxing with a trembling sigh. The paws shifted under his muzzle, and he flinched, fearing retribution. A moment later a paw was placed between his ears, pressing down securely, and he whimpered in diffident satisfaction.

The grey fox was slightly confused, but it was clear that the small one would not challenge him. It felt a bit strange for another male to be submitting to him this way, but he also found it pleasing, which puzzled him. The muzzle resting on his paw began to vibrate, purring contentedly, and it made him smile. Then, to his surprise, the younger fox dared to turn his muzzle upwards and give his chin a short lick. When he was not reprimanded for it, he did it again, nuzzling and licking underneath his muzzle to show his obedience. At first it was off-putting, but the passionate way that he went about it, eyes closed and putting his whole heart into it, was arousing a new sort of interest in the older fox. He stepped forward, gently pushing the small fox away with one shoulder. Their eyes met, and the red fox smiled.

He took a few steps forward, lowering his muzzle demurely and brushing his shoulder underneath the older fox's neck. At first it was a gentle stroke, but soon he was pushing at the older male, firmly pressing his back to the fox's chest. The grey fox felt him there and responded, lifting up to lay his weight along the smaller fox's back. In an instant his instincts had taken over, and he fell into place above the submissive fox's body. His forepaws found their place in the crook of the fox's hips, the warm rump tucking temptingly between his legs, and he felt the small fox's tail flag like a vixen's.

He had no hesitation, gave not a thought to the young fox's trespassing... that was all resolved. Now only one thing was clear: he had a vixen beneath him, and he had not bred in a very long time.

He leaned down and bit the young fox, clamping his jaws down on the back of his neck to secure his grip. The red fox cried out beneath him, not merely in pain... and then again, as his thrusting hips found their mark without hesitation. He bit harder, groaning at the feel of the clenching heat he had penetrated. He thrust deeper, the small fox spasming around his length. His tailhole was soft and yielding, but with only the moist residue of his sheath to lubricate him, he found it difficult to use his entire length. The tight flesh clung to him with a painful friction, so unlike the welcoming wetness of a vixen in heat. But also unlike a vixen, this fox was meek and eager, welcoming his self-indulgent thrusting and submitting to the firm grasp of his jaws with hardly a whimper. This sheer willingness was a delight in itself, and it was not long before his cock began drooling precum.

The small fox's whines took on a new tone, the short pained whimpers gradually replaced by low, purring moans. Confused by his attractions, he had never dared seek them out... never accepted, even as he wandered, that he was not out searching for a territory of his own. Now he had no choice but to accept it, no choice but to enjoy it as he accepted the strong fox's maleness inside him. Even in his dreams, the ones he could never silence night after night, it never went further than that moment of awareness, of staring up at the male standing over him, and wondering why he felt so secure. Never had he imagined doing what his instincts were forcing him to do, what his body screamed out for.

The fox's thickness ached him as it forced its way into his untrained body, but it soothed an ache in his heart, one held so long that he barely recognized its presence. In its absence, and the absence of all uncertainty and hesitance, the fox knew he had found what he had been looking for. He stood firm as the older fox rutted him, warmed by the pressure of the chest resting along his back, keeping his tail obediently lifted, and begging for more with each gasping breath.

The breeding did not last all that long. Every crevice of his tight tailhole was soon slickened with precum, leaving his body as wet and willing as a vixen in heat. The cock inside him was not overlarge, its length and girth making him feel gloriously stretched without causing pain. It was submission of the utmost sort, to have his body opened up and claimed by another male. The strength of the grey fox hardly mattered; with one thrust of his maleness he had bent the fox to his will, left his body begging to be used for the stronger fox's pleasure. He whimpered for it, finally letting himself want the only thing he had ever wanted. He felt hot shivers of pleasure radiating from the teeth on his neck, the older fox's mating bite communicating his desire: part deliberate dominant intent, and part uncontrolled animal lust.

The young fox would have stayed like that forever, obeying the unstated demands of the rutting fox above him, panting with exhaustion but whimpering for more. But soon enough the older fox's motions became frantic, cock slipping easily in and out of the red's warm tailhole, rushing fervently towards his final dominance of the submissive fox. It was less than a minute, all told, before he hilted the young fox, and trapped his swelling knot inside him.

The pressure was too much. His whole body quivered, and he whined a high-pitched, breathy moan as his cock twitched, splashing pungent watery seed onto the dirt below. His engorged cock hung beneath him, ignored, as they both focused only on the tightness of his tailhole, and the warm cum pouring into it. His mind was in a haze, reeling from the sudden pain and the orgasm that accompanied it. He could distantly feel the fox's seed draining into him, breeding him, as the groans above him turned into quiet panting. He whimpered, spreading his back legs to try to ease the pressure, but his rump remained tucked between the stronger fox's legs. As his arousal dimmed, he felt a faint sense of embarrassment at being so thoroughly subjugated, being forced to remain tail-up like a willing vixen until the real male had finished breeding him. But the shame of it was far exceeded by the pleasure of being so thoroughly filled, and the strange sense of belonging he felt from the chest of a virile male resting upon his back... and the teeth secured on his neck.

He still felt the soreness of the bite after he was released, and held onto the dim pain as a reminder of his place. It was not the home he had expected to find, but the fulfillment he felt, and the ache he felt return as the older fox dismounted, convinced him that he had to stay. He whimpered as the softening cock slipped out of him, and quickly turned and began to lick it clean. He curled up to clean his own tailhole next, tasting the musk of the other fox inside him. He sniffed beneath his tail, and could smell nothing but the older fox's scent overpowering his. A pleased shiver shot through him, for reasons he could not state, but it only became stronger as he watched the older fox approached the tree. He sniffed around between the roots, where the red fox had slept, and then casually lifted his leg. He pissed on the tree, refreshing the scent of his territory marker, and washing away any traces of the young fox's presence.

He then turned, without a glance, and began trotting back towards his burrow. The young fox followed closely behind, nuzzling against his flanks, and hoping he would be allowed to stay.