{"sf1_id":572158,"sf2_id":"m8DRKOWm","title":"Navigating the Labyrinth: Part III - More or Less","author":"Rufus01","words":4569,"posted_at":"2013-08-04T01:18:00.000Z","tags":["Anal","Anatomically Correct","Bareback","College","Cum","Exploration","Fox","Gay Relationships","Knot","M/M","Sex","Tie","Young Love","gaming"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/572158-navigating-the-labyrinth-part-iii-more-or-less","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m8DRKOWm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/23/a1/23a10a46-eb62-45fa-8856-64cc0b4ba071","description":"#4 of Victor \u0026 Miles\n\nSo here the long awaited part three of this series. This one is back to my usual style. It's a more sex-centric piece, but in this piece I'm using sex to highlight the development (or arrested development) of these foxes' relationship. Without giving away too much, it's the last of the happy-go-lucky chapters. The semester is drawing to a close, and with finals comes a bit of more serious conflict.\nAs a word of explanation. In my furry world there are a few animal specific traits that have special meanings. Certain body language, certain words, certain animal features, tail language, etc. In this chapter I make a big deal about tieing. In this world, there is a certain generational conflict around canines tieing. The older, or more traditionally minded generation lucky enough to possess a knot sees tieing as procreational and not recreational. Tieing is something reserved for marriage or mate selection, being tied with has feminine associations not least pregnancy, and doing it out of wedlock may be considered slutty behavior. The younger generation just sees it as yet another act. If you ask an older more honest person in this world about this, they will tell you that there was a lot of out of wedlock tieing going on back in the day. The social prohibition did little to dissuade people from doing it, but it still exists, especially for with more traditional roots, such as Victor. If you look at human history, there are a number of analogs to this.\nAnyway, Part four will follow in a week or so. I'm heading off camping tomorrow and will be traveling a bit. I'll tell you this now. It will be a shocker. Meanwhile, enjoy some sex-driven plot!","content":"Navigating the Labyrinth\n\nPart III - More or Less\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBy: Rufus Quentin\n\nFor: Vickfox\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n* * *\n\nVictor's ears flicked as Miles panted against them, another little irritating, although not entirely  \nunpleasant factor complicating his balancing act. Weakening arms and legs  \nstrained to support his weight. \u0026nbsp;The constant shifting and swift thrusts into  \nhis tail-hole seemed to sap him of his strength, rendering him a little too  \nfeeble to support himself much longer. Miles seemed to sense his growing  \nexhaustion and slid his paws from Victor's waist under his thighs. Miles curled  \nback against his desk, lifting Victor as he reclined. Victor's foot-paws left  \nthe ground, rocking back and forth in sync with the thrusting his tail-hole  \nreceived. Victor's paws held his balance, claws digging into the carpet's  \nfibers, presenting his receptive body to the recurrent movements of sex.\n\nVictor hissed and grunted through clenched teeth as Miles' long slender shaft swept into him with  \nno sign of ceasing, generating ache and soreness as deep within him as the  \nposition allowed. It took a great deal of his stamina just to accommodate the  \npowerful sensations of fox-cock parting the walls of his tail-hole six inches  \ndeep after what could probably be considered too quick and eager a mount. He  \nwatched his foot-paws bounce in recurring movement and enjoyed the occasional  \nsqueeze Miles hugged him with, deciding he liked the rare loss of control. The  \nposition, awkward as it was, allowed Miles to go deep. Curved cock-tip  \ndisplaced the tightest spots yet, reaching for depths that seemed to prod well  \ninto his belly. Sheath fur tickled the stretched flesh of his tail hole in a  \nway that made him want to squirm, overriding for the overstimulated twitches  \nshooting through the fibers of his body.\n\nThe fox took his time. His hips urged his cock through him in long, rhythmic, and forceful bucks, hilting  \nhim again and again with an audible slap. White furred balls flailed with the  \nmovement of his body. Victor's rock-hard and already knotted cock wobbled too,  \npulsing forth a steady stream of pre. Victor watched his stiff arousal throb,  \nfeeling as though he were just a stroke away from cumming. The waves of teasing  \npressure against his prostate gave him the impression that he was enduring a  \nminutes long climax, yet denied him the pleasure of ultimate release. He stared  \nintently at his cock-slit, huffing muted grunts through his fangs and bared  \nlips, expecting the violent jets of white to appear any second.\n\nThe fox's knot barely distended into existence. It would be a while, Victor thought, subject to the  \nnot quite relaxing, not quite agitating sweep of arousal through his  \nnerve-laden passage. Yet the base of Miles' shaft continued its growth,  \ndeveloping into the recognizable shape of vulpine knot faster than anticipated.  \nVictor soon felt the twin lobes pass through his ring, first as barely  \nperceptible mounds, then as progressively impossible girth threatening to bind  \nhim in total union. The added stretch slipping through his too small tail-hole  \nbegan to evoke flashes of pain, contorting Victor's muzzle into a wince and  \nforcing hisses of air through clenched fangs. His entire body seemed to shudder  \nwith relief as the form slipped out, only to buckle under a shiver of nervous  \ntension when the next vigorous buck wedged every inch back through the abused  \nand sore tail-ring.\n\n\"Careful!\" he exhaled in a sharp whisper.\n\nMiles' movements slowed into long and smooth undulations, teasing Victor's weary passage with the  \nformidability of his length, halting only after a hilting strike. Knot once  \nagain pushed the taught boundary to Victor's body until taken into the intimate  \nregions just beyond his flexing ring. Victor lurched as the knot settled inside  \nhim, repeating \"Careful!\" no longer whispering. He turned his muzzle  \ntoward the fox behind him, casting an anxious glance Miles' direction.\n\n\"What,\" mumbled Miles, speaking into the naked fur of Victor's back while his body  \nalready performed the slow deep undulations as if a tie were complete.\n\n\"If you're not careful, we'll tie.\"\n\n\"So?\"\n\n\"I don't wanna tie!\"\n\n\"Why not?\"\n\n\"What if my roommate shows up?\"\n\n\"If someone comes in, we'll still get caught whether we're tied or not. It's not like we can  \nmagically get our clothes in the two seconds it takes to spot us.\"\n\n\"Please!\"\n\n\"Relax.\"\n\n\"Stop telling me to relax, I don't want to tie!\" Victor tried to pull off, but the  \nvulnerability of the position he surrendered himself made reclaiming mobility a  \nchallenge.\n\nMiles hugged him even tighter and his fingers curled into fur, holding him tighter than before. A few  \nmore thrusts ground sheath into tail-ring and cock-tip as deep as his length  \nwould allow. Victor squirmed on the embedded maleness. His ring clenching  \naround the very base of Miles' cock and felt the tickle of pubic fur. He  \ngrunted, growing anxious at the immensity of fullness and the strange feeling  \nof knot on the wrong side of his tail-hole.\n\n\"Come on,\" said Miles, nuzzling Victor's back, carrying out the rolling pushes indicative of total union. \"We've never done this before.\"\n\n\"Quit!\" Victor said loudly, toppling them both as he flailed limbs trying to escape.\n\nMiles strove to remain buried inside, keeping his hold on Victor and his butt flexing in desperate rut  \neven as the other fox squirmed on the ground and recoiled. Victor felt the  \nentirety of cock throb within his passage and pressure build against his  \nbladder and prostate, conveying the sensation of fullness more complete than  \never before.\n\n\"What's a matter?\" said Miles. \"You're usually game for anything. What's so bad  \nabout this?\"\n\nVictor huffed, trying to right himself off of the floor. His limbs strained to lift himself, to claw  \nhimself back into dignity. He looked into the carpet's fibers, sensing a little  \nbit of inevitability. \"I'm just trying to save myself, okay?\"\n\n\"Save yourself? Come on, we've done it like ten times already.\"\n\n\"I know, but I wanted tieing to be something special.\"\n\n\"Didn't you have fun? And what's wrong with us going all the way now?\"\n\n\"I don't know,\" he said, before pausing a moment. \"I did, but I always  \nassociated tieing with finding a mate. I don't think either of us wants that  \nyet.\"\n\nBoth their muzzles flashed towards the sound of a key grinding into a lock and the door creak  \nopen. A tall and somewhat slender brown bear wearing a football jersey and a  \nbackpack slung around his shoulder almost strode into the room. He took a step  \nin before noticing the two naked foxes curled against each other in the very  \nmoment of linkage. Two muzzles pointed at him, four eyes flashed their whites,  \nheld wide open in abrupt stupefaction. The bear paused, laid his eyes on the  \npair of copper furred fornicators lying entangled in the public space, letting  \na similar look of wide-eyed surprise grace his features. He took a step back,  \nthen another, spoke \"Umm, carry on?\" with the cadence of a question.  \nThe bear retraced his steps and vanished from where he came, locking the door  \nbehind them.\n\n\"Damn, that was hot,\" said Miles. \"You see, no one really cares.\"\n\n\"Fuck,\" replied Victor, trying to wrestle away from Miles. The fox relinquished his  \nhold on him, save for the link his canine anatomy forged. Victor grunted, feeling  \nthe swollen girth of knot tug against his body from the inside.  \n\"Fuck,\" he said again, darting a paw between their bodies. His  \nfingertips reached the lube-slick bare patch, passing through matted sheath and  \npubic fur to discover the skin of his tail-hole taught around the root of  \nMiles' cock. He tried to tug himself free, but the sexual bond with Miles  \nproved surprisingly strong. The tug and pull only strained against his  \ninterior, making it clear to him in a matter of seconds that their tie was complete,  \nthat he again surrendered another special piece of himself.\n\n\"What's a matter Vic?\"\n\n\"You tied with me! Jerk!\"\n\n\"What? I really thought you were ready for this?\"\n\n\"Well, sort of, but...\"\n\n\"Aww, the foxie's afraid of getting bred. Isn't that cute.\"\n\n\"Shut up!\"\n\n\"It's so sweet that yer all worried about being all pumped full of kits. What's wrong? Don'tcha want to  \ncarry my kits? Even if I said please? I'd take care of 'em, promise. I'd even  \ntake care of you and you big ole' belly full of my love child,\" said Miles in  \nhis fake southern accent. His paws darted to Victor's flanks and successfully  \ntried to extol a tickle.\n\nVictor squirmed with Miles inside. He tried not to dignify Miles' playful remarks with a reply, but  \nthe accent coupled with the tickling made it difficult to suppress laughter,  \nwhich came from him in the form of suppressed peeps and growls.\n\n\"We'll even get you a nice muumuu to cover ya up, so no ones gonna know you've been bottoming without  \na condom,\" teased Miles, taking Victor's sounds as something positive. He  \ncontinued tickling the squirming fox, growing silent save for a huff or a  \nquickly drawn in inhalation.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nEvery movement seemed to shift the immense feeling girth inside him. It became impossible not to derive  \na certain amount of pleasure from it. Despite his anxiety and a substantial  \ndegree of frustration, he actually appreciated Miles' attempts of deescalating  \nthe tension. He permitted himself an audible giggle when it happened. Miles  \nexhaled with a shiver in his breath. An involuntary wave of tension seized his  \nbody, buckling his torso into a powerful thrust to bring pleasure to an event  \nalready underway. Miles whispered the name of the Lord as the inevitable took  \nhold.\n\nVictor felt the maleness embedded well within his body's' inner folds expand and contract, erupting in a  \nsudden onset of pulses of hitherto unknown intensity. A sliver of a moment  \npassed before his mind could process the obvious factors at hand, that the  \ninternal quiver and slick warmth perceived in his belly could only be the  \nfertile white substance claiming him in the most total way possible. Their  \nbodies froze, leaving Victor to count the dynamicspasms, fully aware that  \neach delivered a tangible jet of his mate's semen into previously unmarked  \ndepths of his body. A sigh, derived in part from satisfaction and in part out  \nof frustration, left his lips as the rush of fox cum replaced an ethereal  \nconcept with a material bond. His tail-ring flexed around the twitching base of  \nMiles' cock, his whole body trying to hug the maleness that felt indescribably  \ndeep, willing permanence from the last shivers of orgasm.\n\nEyes darted to his belly, convinced to have observed the slightest of twitch conducted to the  \nsurface from within, \"Damnit,\" Victor whispered as his paw rested on his bred  \nbelly as if to sense the warmth of climax within, wanting desperately to take  \nback what had already taken place, and wonderingif he should take some  \nconsolation from knowing that the one who claimed him, was the one he would  \nhave let do so anyway.\n\n\"Sorry,\" panted Miles, obviously gripped in the after effects of climax, \"God, you just feel so damn  \ngood this way. I didn't even try. I've been like, on the edge since the moment  \nI slipped in you.\"\n\n\"You thrust there at the end!\" said Victor trying to voice some indignation.\n\n\"I couldn't help it, your squirming got me off. It was kind of just a reaction at that point.\n\nBesides, you seemed to like it too.\"\n\n\"You knew it would happen!\"\n\n\"No, really. Even I'm surprised, and not to mention a little embarrassed how quickly I got off.\"\n\n\"What's done is done. I really don't mind. I just wanted it to be under different circumstances,\" said  \nVictor with a cadence of disappointment.\n\n\"I know. You're old school like that. You okay?\"\n\n\"Yea,\" Victor said, via a huff of air. \"I'm physically fine, just good gawd you feel huge. It feels  \nlike you're humping the back of my cock. I don't know how else to put it. Your  \nknot is like shifting some stuff around back there. It's good, but intense.\"\n\n\"Rawr, but how do you feel? Didn't mean to hurt you. You really not mad?\"\n\n\"Like I said. I'm not against it. Just wanted it to come with a promise. You probably already know  \nthat I'm crushing on you. It's no secret, really. I never planned on telling  \nyou because I know it's obvious. Why waste words? I want to keep my head on  \nstraight though, and not get carried away with emotions and shit, but I can't  \nreally help the way I feel. You know, the feeling's there. I just don't want it  \nto get messed with.\"\n\n\"I totally understand what you're saying. Trust me. I've crushed on others before and have felt what  \nit's like to be in love, insofar as you can call high school romances love.  \nIt's more like a hormone circus, but still, I know what it's like to want someone,  \nto always want more. That's cool Vic, even though you're right, I've felt you  \ndrool over me since last year. I know the value that comes with being wanted,  \nso what you're saying really hits home, it means a lot to me.\"\n\n\"Is this just about the sex, Miles?\"\n\n\"What? No, you're my best friend Victor. I thought you really enjoyed this?\"\n\n\"I do, but are we just doing this because it's fun?\"\n\n\"Yes and no. Well, I thought we agreed to have fun for now, but I'm also doing this because you're,  \nlike, my best friend and you make this really great.\"\n\n\"Hey Miles,\" Victor said, speaking low and serious with an effete quality to his voice,  \n\"do you think you could ever love a guy?\"\n\nMiles waited a lengthy span of seconds before responding in an uncharacteristically soft voice,  \n\"Yea, I think it's entirely possible.\"\n\n\"That's all I wanted to hear. I can go step by step with you that way, so long as I know there's a  \ntrajectory somewhere.\"\n\n\"This is a big change for me Vic. It's one thing to fantasize about guys every once in a while, it's  \nanother to let those fantasies come true, but admitting to yourself you're in  \nit for the long haul is really scary. It's sort of weird. When we first started  \ndoing this it was more about letting a fantasy happen, to test those thoughts  \nthat I, that we've, been having all this time, but the more this happens the  \nmore I don't want it to stop. I really don't know what that means and I still  \nhaven't overcome that yet. I keep thinking of what my parents would say, or if  \nI should even tell them.\n\n\"I don't think I can tell mine. My mom's like hyper religious and my dad is just one of those old  \nschool \"Mad-Men\" types. There can only be fireworks.\"\n\n\"Scary,\" Miles said.\n\n\"Yea, it is.\"\n\n\"I'm thinking about telling my sister though.\"\n\n\"Oh?\"\n\n\"The youngest at least, Annalisa. She is kind of new-wavy, she'll be cool with it. Plus she's closest to my age.  \nWe've always gotten along. The oldest two are shall we say, orthodox, and I  \ndon't know if telling Melanie is a good idea. She has always been a chatterbox.  \nIf I tell her, the whole neighborhood and half the internet will know in under  \nan hour. You gonna tell Alex?\"\n\n\"I don't know. He is really hard to read. But of all the family back home, he is the only one who  \nmight understand.\"\n\nNo reply came from Miles for a while. Victor too ran out of things to say. Silence of an awkward variety  \nset in and bestowed upon them realization of the downside to tieing, that  \nneither had the choice to curtail their union for the time being. Victor also  \nbecame aware he could no longer count on that last little sacred element his  \nbody had to offer, though that seemed to bother him less and less as the  \nmoment's passed. Miles' knot still pressed against his bladder giving him the  \nimpression that he needed to run to the bathroom, or at least get off, which  \ncould have happened instantly given that his arousal had not responded to the  \nseriousness of the conversation and still maintained its total firmness. Victor  \nwatched gravity pull the steady drops of pre down upon the carpet.\n\n\"You know, Miles?\" Victor said. \"I'm glad we did this.\"\n\n\"How so?\"\n\n\"I know it sounds kinky,but I really want you to know my body. From now on, I want you to know that you  \ncan do anything you want.\"\n\n\"That's what I've already been doing, Vic.\"\n\nMiles chuckled softly. Victor knew no reply.\n\n\"Do you want to finish off while we wait for me to go down? You look like you could use it, and I'm  \nnot gonna soften up for a while. Besides, we need to keep your thoughts from  \ngetting any more kinky.\"\n\n\"Sure,\" Victor said, understating his eagerness.\n\nThe familiar touch and pressure encompassed Victor's pre-slick length. Miles' unique way of giving  \npleasure passed along firm strokes and squeezes that always seemed motivated by  \npersonal curiosity as much as any serious desire to see his friend come.  \nVictor's eyes focused on the movement of his friend's white furred paw along  \nhis very aroused cock until foreshadowing throbs immersed his length in the  \nblissful twitch. Victor had long since guessed that Miles' technique was all  \npart of a strategy to keep him needy and perhaps acquiescent to desires not of  \nhis own inspiration. \u0026nbsp;Usually curiosity was enough to get him off during  \nthe oversensitive state of post-coitus, but now he found himself wanting to experience  \nmore, and take advantage of the new sensations echoing through his very full  \nyoung body, even though the deceptive pressure crying for release at the root  \nof his cock made it seem like he could cum in seconds.\n\nVictor bucked slightly into Miles' paw, riding the embedded knot swollen against his prostate. He felt  \nthe cum-lubricated arousal inside him shift, sliding along the pleasure centers  \ndeep within the occluded reaches of his passage. His body twisted, trying to  \ntake advantage of the vulpine bulge in his tail-hole and the whole sensation of  \nfullness eluding comparison. Miles huffed as Victor's body flexed, hugging the  \nstill sensitive length locked in a pool of slick semen coating everything  \nwithin reach. A gentle buck pressed into Victor, eliciting a blissful vent of  \nexhalation. Another followed when he found no disapproval. In moments fox  \nrocked into fox, each with a unique fervor that left it ambiguous who craved  \nwhat from whom, or who derived the most pleasure from the proximity of total  \nunion. Miles began to rut Victor, possessed by pure ethers of instinct,  \nallowing previously denied cravings to find their expression. Short quick  \nthrusts mated Victor, sliding his captive knot and shaft the short distance along  \nbladder and prostate. Victor spent the last of his energy pressing his body  \nback into his mate's thrusts. He overheard with some disbelief the vulgar tones  \nleaving his muzzle as he pushed himself upon the vulpine cock deep inside him  \nwith more eagerness than he would ever confess to. \u0026nbsp;Every second of  \ntempestuous movement clarified the mystery of what total mating felt like. Knot  \nand cock, cum and pre filled his tail-hole deeper than ever before, seemingly  \npast the limits of what felt possible. He found himself impatiently awaiting  \nthe only possible outcome of what he allowed himself into, all reservations  \nforgotten like trivial details.\n\nMiles' full weight heaved upon the submissive fox. His paw gripped Victor by the knot while he  \nurged his own as deep as physically possible. A final thrust of a mate  \nearnestly breeding another finally sent Victor of the edge. A fraction of the  \nenormous pressure behind his knot broke in unison with the collision of Miles'  \nknot upon his prostate. The last grunt-extoling buck called the participation  \nof his entire body into the throws of climax. Toes curled, limbs stiffened, and  \nwhiskers bristled as his seed left him, jetting in powerful bursts from the tip  \nof his cock into the entanglement of clothes on the carpet. Every pulse eased  \nsome of the burden, but did little to affect the fullness beyond capacity in  \nthe most intimate part of his body.\n\nUpon the wane of his climax, among the manifold sensations too intense to distinguish, Victor felt  \nthe throb of his mate deep inside his passage. Another rush of cum found itself  \ncast within his already slick and stained interior, decisively breeding him  \nwithout any semblance of doubt. More than one gasp left his muzzle as he found  \nhimself pushing into Miles' lap as if he could will him any deeper than the fox  \nalready strove. His back pressed against his mate's heaving chest and twitching  \nbelly in search for the highest caliber of closeness possible in those few  \nseconds of ultimate togetherness. He bravely experienced the wince-inducing  \nache of deep mating and welcomed every last drop of sperm laden fluid the fox  \ncould offer. Miles came too deep for him to feel, but he knew with complete  \nsatisfaction that an ample quantity of semen merged unobstructed with the  \ntender core of his body.\n\nThe world slowly crystallized out of the blur of cum and climax. A hundred things around them  \nslowly stopped spinning and found their homes back among the familiar spaces on  \nwalls, on shelves, and littered about. The sound of two young males panting  \ntraveled as far as the dorm room walls, but no further. The scents, the  \nsensations, the reassuring presence of no one other than Miles radiated into  \nhim and chased away doubts and sources of shame. The mysterious emotion he  \ncouldn't confess seethed at once satiate and yet perpetually craving through  \nhis mind. He thought about the cum of two climaxes coating his passage and  \nsmiled.\n\n\"Miles,\" said Victor in a whisper that sounded with a meekness that startled even him.\n\n\"Shush,\" said Miles, \"I know what you're going to say. You've always been the one that needs to be  \ndragged kicking and screaming to his own happiness, Vic.\"\n\nAs he panted back into the equilibrium of steady breaths, he felt something else burn inside his chest  \nthat stayed unfulfilled after his breathing returned to normal. Every breath  \nwanted to carry three words, the three words he knew he meant, three words he  \ncould no longer convince himself were hasty and premature. Through all the  \ndoubts, all the fears, all the truths exposed as conditional, those three words  \nseemed like the only true idea left in his life, and yet he had to hold onto  \nthem, keep them secret and voiceless.\n\nHe felt Miles lick his back-swept ears, a gesture he only did once before. The lick became a nibble,  \nand soon Miles gnawed on his ears like on a chew-toy. Victor smiled. He knew he  \ndidn't have to say the words for Miles to understand them, and knew he could  \ntrust Miles' play as the reply. That was their relationship. It became real; it  \nexisted, and would continue even in its unexpected expression.\n\n\"What are we going to do about Steve?\" Victor said.\n\n\"He's a good guy, he won't tell anyone. Plus he probably knows the rules and will give us the time,\"  \nMiles mumbled with Victor's ear in his mouth.\n\n\"I'll have a talk with him.\"\n\nMiles murmured.\n\n\"How long do you think this will last?\"\n\n\"Donno,\" came another mumble, \"wanna play something?\"\n\n\"'Knock up the fox not a fun enough game for you?\"\n\n\"I already won that game.\"\n\n\"You won a free replay.\"\n\n\"Damn you, you really know how to exploit my vices.\"\n\n\"Hacks.\"\n\n\"I'll show you hacks!\" Miles reached for the console controllers, and handed one to Victor. \"I got my  \nfantasy in tonight, now it's your turn to get yours.\"\n\n\"How are you so sure that this is my fantasy?\"\n\n\"Dude, I know you pretty well. You can almost say I got you pegged.\"\n\n\"For the love of all that's holy, no sex puns during sex!\"\n\n\"Couldn't help it.\"\n\n\"But you're right, it's a little bit of a fantasy of mine.\"\n\n\"What I say? Don't doubt your fox.\"\n\nIt took some carefully orchestrated choreography to undulate their combined bodies into a position  \nmore or less facing the room's television. His fantasies usually ended after he  \ntook both knot and the palpable flood of cum, rarely had he given consideration  \nto the logistics of post-breeding. \u0026nbsp;He generally assumed that the  \naftermath would include the give-or-take half-hour-or-so of closeness, but even  \nthat turned out a more or less romanticized expectation. He wasn't quite sure  \nhow he should feel as he padded around on all fours with Miles' weight upon  \nhim, rotating a few degrees at a time.\n\nThe swollen fox-cock locked inside his sore body was anything but overlookable, but even the  \nslightest movement made him even more conscious of it. After the chaos of sex  \nhe could now feel the true girth of Miles' post-orgasmic knot and the strange  \nfeeling of it tugging against his ring from within. Miles helped Victor build a  \npadded nest of clothes, including his trademark hoodie which had unfortunately  \nbecome the target of a jet or two of Victor's seed. They carefully eased each  \nother down with Victor lay on his belly and Miles rested on his back. As he  \nlooked upward at the screen, watching Miles navigate the console's menus, he  \nfelt the involuntary flex of his tail-ring around the very base of Miles' cock  \nin a futile attempt to seal shut. \u0026nbsp;The little sensation, as trivial as it  \nwas, became a marker of just how far they had taken things, and how the  \nundiminishing size within him contrasted with the memory of the quick and needy  \nfantasy fulfillment with which his and Miles' relationship began.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe had a hard time concentrating on character selection, accidentally locking on the wrong  \ncharacter twice. He let Miles select map and NPC opponents, merely watching  \nuntil the game's imperative command to fight instructed him to do so. He  \nmeasured the time not in minutes but in rounds. Three passed, all of which he  \nlost, though he could tell Miles wasn't playing in full efficiency. Every time  \nhe eeked out an advantage, Miles bucked a little, shifting his insides in a way  \nthat made it impossible to concentrate. It was his usual strategy, except on a  \nfar more intimate level. Miles' weight and the warmth of his breath ebbed  \nagainst his ears and scalp as he lay upon him.\n\nHis scents and the scents of his room surrounded him, subtly overlapping the more innocent  \nmemories of their developing friendship with the present. Now the comforting  \npresence of his best friend possessed a far more erotic character, one with  \nintimate familiarity with the scents of his cum and sex, and certain  \nexpectations whenever they found themselves behind a door with a lock. Even  \nthough questions remained, he felt satisfied. Again he found himself fighting  \nout an advantage over Miles, and again the fox bucked and engaged a sequence of  \nattacks that batted him off the map. When the victory scene appeared with him  \nin second, Miles took a mouthful of his neck into his muzzle and growled,  \nissuing forth another few thrusts. Victor emitted an audible laugh and smiled, not  \nentirely displeased with the results.\n\nNavigating the Labyrinth: Part III - More or Less© Rufus Quentin\n\nCharacters © Vickfox\n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Victor \u0026amp; Miles","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/571626-navigating-the-labyrinth-part-ii-in-search-of-words.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/582736-navigating-the-labyrinth-part-iv-the-unexpected.json"}}