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James panted loudly as he willed his aching muscles to endure climbing the hilly area. His breath misted up in front of his face and blew back into him, lightly wetting the tips of his facial hairs. He took another step, his taut calves burning with lactic acid and his toes making depressions in the soft, moist earth, as he hiked up the mountain side. He stopped and leaned up against a tree, interlacing his paws on top of his heads and taking several deep breaths. He gazed up and could barely see the sky around the coniferous branches. He sniffed deeply, the scent of pine and fresh wet earth filled his lungs and he exhaled slowly, a slight smile finding its way onto his face. He sighed and ran a paw through his short hair, sweat catching on it. He grimaced at his now wet paw and wiped it off on his cargo shorts.

He worked his shoulders so that his backpack was in a more comfortable position, and was about to take a step when his radio crackled, "WARNING, WARNING, EXTREME WEATHER WARNING. OUR DOPPLER RADIO HAS PICKED UP TRACES OF A SNOWSTORM THAT WILL AFFECT THESE AREAS," James' ears fell flat against his head and his paws trembled as he listened to the list of area names. His heart nearly stopped when he heard his hiking range called out. His heart beat accelerated like a race car and he felt petrified. He barely heard the radio say, "THIS SNOWSTORM WILL ARRIVE IN THESE AREAS IN LESS THAN 4 HOURS. TAKE SHELTER IMMEDIATELY." James' knees almost buckled as relief flooded through him. A small laugh escaped from his lips and he sat down on the nearest rock, thanking the Gods that he had time. But was four hours enough? He put his head in his paws and whined slightly as thoughts rushed through his head. It had taken almost five hours just to hike this far, and that was in broad daylight! He released another whine and ran his paws over his large ears. What was he going to do?

After a couple more minutes of nervous panting, he realized that he would have to just look for a cave or something to take shelter in. He wouldn't have to worry about food. He had been hunting feral animals since he was six and actually had a gun on him now. He also had taken a class before hiking through here that taught him what berries and plants he could and could not eat. He got up and stretched his tired muscles. His back popped and he ran his paws down his bare chest, letting his fingernails create depressions in his dark brown fur. His fingers traced the contours of his defined pectorals and abs and when he arrived at his belt he let his paws fall down to rub his sore calves. He took one last deep breath of the fresh mountain air and continued his ascent.

It was about an hour and a half later when things began to get interesting for James. He was making his way through a particular stubborn thicket when a loud and high pitched whine made his ears flick and his tail freeze in its position. He turned his ears and didn't move a muscle, afraid that if he did he would miss the sound. After standing frozen for a couple minutes, James was ready to believe that he had just imagined the noise, until it came again. When the noise erupted, James' sonar like ears were able to determine just how far away the noise was. He also determined that it wasn't a feral animal. James turned and ran as fast as he could, branches smacked him in the face and even scraped his skin, but he barely even noticed as the thought of another person made him frantic with hope.

About half a mile later, he stumbled out of some bushes and fell down onto his back. He rolled over and gasped when he saw a large log cabin sitting in the middle of a large clearing. James' rubbed his head and body where he had fallen and looked around to see a small fox holding an ax that was about 3 feet too long for him and was attempting to chop firewood with it. The fox's ears were flat on his head and he had a horrible look of fear on his face. He attempted to hoist the ax up, but clearly did not have the muscle mass required to do so. James was about to scream out for him to stop but it was too late: the fox tried again and a look of intense pain materialized onto his face as he threw his back out. The fox let out a single short whimper and fell down onto the ground.

James yelled out and ran to the crippled figure. The fox gasped and trembled slightly as pain rocked his body. He opened his mouth but was unable to produce any sound. "Hold on," said James hurriedly, "I'm a chiropractor I think you just threw your back out." The fox's eyes were wide and he was struggling to breath. He jumped when James bent down and very carefully scooped him up in his arms. The fox gasped again, and James ears flicked when he heard another crick come from his back. He quickly walked over to the cabin, setting him down on the front porch. James knelt down, licking his lips nervously as he looked the fox over.

The fox had his paws up like he was trying to scratch his way out of a coffin. His face was constantly changing from expressions of intense pain to that of almost serenity when he felt the pain leave him momentarily.

James whined and said carefully, "I'm going to have to take your shirt off and turn you over. You'll need to hold as still as possible." The fox's eyes jumped open and he stared into James' green ones.

He opened his muzzle and managed to whisper in a pained voice, "Please don't hurt me."

The wolf raised an eyebrow and looked down at the small fox and asked bewildered, "Why on Earth would I hurt you?!" The fox opened his muzzle to reply, but only cried out as he was hit by another bout of pain. The wolf flinched and his ears went down at the fox's cry, but he quickly got a hold of himself and slipped his arms back under the fox.

He gently and very slowly lifted the fox up and set him down on his back. The fox gasped and cringed again, but luckily the pain he felt was much less than before thanks to the wolf's skilled paws. The fox's entire body was shaking, and his tail was tucked tightly between his legs. The wolf opened his palms, and gently lowered them down onto the small of the fox's back. He jumped and released a noise like the wolf had just branded him. James was not expecting that at all, and he knew that he would not be able to help the fox at all if he kept his muscles tensed up.

He leaned down so that his muzzle was about 2 inches away from the fox's twitching ear, and said in the most calming and soothing voice he could muster, "You need to calm down. I am not going to hurt you; you are only going to hurt yourself."

The fox's ear twitched and flattened against his head. He whimpered, but managed to slow his breathing rate. The wolf spent the next few minutes whispering words of encouragement to the fox, until finally he saw the fox take a deep breath and release it in a shudder as he relaxed all the muscles in his body. The wolf smiled to himself, pleased to have accomplished something.

He leaned down and said softly, "Alright I need you to take a deep breath and exhale, and I'm going to run my palms up your back very lightly. All you have to do is inhale when I reach a tender spot. I will start when you are ready." The fox whimpered and turned his head to look up at the wolf. James looked down into the fox's dark brown eyes and gave him a reassuring smile. The fox tried to smile, but it ended up as a grimace.

The wolf turned his attention back to the more important task. The fox whimpered once, sucked in a deep breath, and then exhaled. The wolf placed his paws on the fox's back, starting just above his hips. While the fox was still exhaling, slid his paws up the fox's spine, feeling each vertebrae as his fingers passed over. He got up to where his ribs would be when the fox suddenly jumped and inhaled quickly to squeal out in pain. The wolf removed his hands from the fox and stood up, nodding. He rolled his shoulders and rubbed his neck, taking a step so that he was standing right next to the fox's head. The fox looked up at him panting wildly; the whites of his eyes were showing with fear. James sighed and reached down to scoop the fox up.

James could tell the fox wanted to fight back, but was too crippled by the pain to do more then moan or cry out. James grunted when he lifted him up, tuning on his heel and walking to the front door. He grasped the silvery handle and awkwardly opened the door. He walked into the dark house, the first that hit him was the scent of male, but not just the fox. He inhaled deeply, his trained nose picking up the unique scent of bear as well. No doubt living out in the woods allowed them to not have to mask their scents for the sensitive noses of other people. James very carefully took a few steps and set the fox down on the floor.

"Hold on, I can't see a damned thing and I don't want to trip carrying you." The fox whimpered and James turned back around to the door, hoping there would be a light switch on the wall to the right of it. He cursed when he slid his paw across the smooth wood to find it vacant.

He was about to continue in the opposite direction when a weak whisper reached his ears, "Other side. First one." The wolf flicked his ears and crept across to the other side of the door. He sighed in relief when his fingers hit the little piece of plastic, and he flipped the first one up. Light from incandescent bulbs flooded the room. The wolf blinked a couple times as his eyes adjusted to the light and he looked around. Everything was cherry wood. From the walls, to the ceiling, to the floor, to the blades on the rotating fans hanging above their heads. A black leather couch lay up against the right wall with a large glass coffee table in front.

James was pulled out of his awe when the fox released a loud gasp. He hurried over and sat down on his knees. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and took a deep breath, thankful for the cool AC blowing on him.

"Alright," the wolf said quickly, "the only way I'll be able to help you is if I take your shirt off, and clearly I can't pull it off so you need to tell me where some scissors are." The fox licked his lips and took another few forced breaths.

He managed to whisper out, "Drawer under the sink." The wolf nodded his head and stood up, walking towards the middle of the living room. He turned a corner and walked through an arch into the kitchen. He quickly padded over to the sink, retrieved the scissors from the drawer, and was back in under 30 seconds.

The scissors flashed as the light glinted off of their silvery finish and the wolf picked up the bottom seam of the fox's shirt, and placed it in between the blades. He looked at the fox, who had started shaking again, and gave him a sincere smile,

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." The fox's eyes flashed from the scissors to the wolf and only managed to squeak. The wolf looked down at the scissors and started cutting. The tips of his fingers trailed through the fox's luscious fur, catching loose hairs as they traveled up his midsection. James stopped right at the bottom of his ribcage, and looked up to make sure the fox was still okay. His eyes were closed and he was taking deep breaths.

James sighed and said, "Your muscles are beginning to loosen up by themselves. You should now be able to talk and move a little bit easier."

The fox slowly opened his eyes and sucked in a deep breath, the first words out of his mouth being, "Please don't rob me."

The wolf sighed and rubbed his face with both paws, exasperated. He said in a muffled voice, "Why would I rob you?"

The fox's eyes quivered and he licked his lips before saying in a small voice, "Well I guess I don't really have any cause to believe you would. I mean after all I've been crippled for the last half an hour and you've only been trying to help." The wolf shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts and decided it would be best to continue his work. The metal sliced through the thin fabric easily, and the wolf cut through the sleeves so that his torso was completely free from the shirt.

James cleared his throat and said, "Alright, err... What's your name again?"

The fox's eyes twinkled and he said softly, "Austin. Thank you for doing this by the way. I would have been dead if it wasn't for you." The wolf slipped his paws under the lithe fox and was carefully flipping him over onto his stomach. The fox held as still as possible, and turned his muzzle so that he could continue talking to James. The wolf brought his paws back down onto his back, and cautiously began to knead his stiff muscles.

"Yeah I can imagine you would have been in trouble. I was hiking when I got a call on my radio saying that there was going to be a blizzard, and I don't have a place to stay." The fox remained still, except for his tail which swished over his legs every few minutes. They remained quite for the next 15 minutes, the wolf's skilled fingers tenderly loosening each muscle. The wolf couldn't help but notice how hot he was getting while working on the fox's back. Sweat ran down his face he even heard a few plip's when the drops hit the floor. He jumped when the fox asked quietly, "You okay? You're sweating pretty hard." The wolf gasped and took a couple deep breaths; something about this fox was making his body react in a way that he's never felt before.

Suddenly the wolf was seeing double of everything. He could feel his heartbeat pick up, and he felt something stir inside of him. He managed to gasp out, "I-I-I just n-need some fr-fresh air!" He got to his feet and stumbled to the door. He pulled it open and tripped on the door frame, nearly face planting right onto the porch.

"Oh my God are you okay?!" the fox called in a worried voice. The wolf grunted and stumbled over to the porch railing and lay against that. His vision was tinged with red and he felt like he had just got the wind knocked out of him. He slid down the railing and slowly lowered himself onto his back. He closed his eyes and felt like he was hit with a lightning bolt: the only thing he could see was the fox's face looking up at him. His dark brown eyes placing all the trust he could give into his paws, to make sure that he was going to be okay. His brown ears flat against his skull while the wolf's paws gently kneaded his muscles. James' muzzle split in a grimace and he let out a loud whine. He smashed his fist onto the hardwood, feeling as though his head was going to split open.

Then, all of a sudden, it was gone just as fast as it had come. The wolf lay on his stomach trembling for a couple seconds, fearing that if he moved the horrible feelings would return. He opened an eye and looked around, seeing only a large tree wave slightly as the wind ran through its branches. The wolf took a small breath and gulped, slowly lifting himself up to his knees.

"Hey what the fuck happened?! Are you okay?!" He flinched when the fox's voice hit him. He cleared his throat and stuttered, "Yeah I'm fine." A small voice whispered to him, You're so full of it. Fine? You just had an episode from just touching that fox. Your body is trying to tell you something. The wolf got to his feet, his paws shaking, afraid that he had gotten his body's message loud and clear.

He walked back inside to find Austin right where he had left him with his ears laid back and a look of fright on his face. His nose quivered as he sniffed the air, hoping to get an idea of what had happened to the wolf. James tried to put on a brave face for the small fox, but the fox whimpered when he saw the look.

James cleared his throat and said quickly, "Sorry I don't know what happened, I think I-"

Austin cut him off by saying quickly, "It looked like you were having a panic attack! Here I think my muscles are okay now, sit down and I'll make you some tea." The wolf opened his muzzle to reply, but was struck silent when the fox leapt to his feet. He turned around to face the wolf, brushing his fur to get whatever dirt may have gotten on. The wolf stood there absolutely perplexed: the fox was gorgeous! His white muzzle looked up at him and gave him a dazzling smile while he ran his paws down his exposed front. Lithe muscles writhed as he stretched and James heard his back make a few cricks as he finished up. The fox walked over to Jame's and took his arm in both paws, guiding him over to the sofa.

The wolf went along with him, still stunned after seeing the Austin's magnificent form, and soon found himself with a warm mug in his paws and the fox seated to his right. "Hey," the wolf jumped, some of the hot liquid sloshing over and onto his paw; he barely felt the liquid burn him when he turned to look at the fox. He was about 4 inches away from him, muzzle level with his own. His eyes looked almost dreamy, and he was biting his lower lip before he whispered out, "I never thanked you for helping me out. You can stay here for as long as you need. There's food, and water, and even a warm body to keep you, company." The wolf felt his paw become limp, almost spilling the tea all over himself. He managed to keep his head on straight long enough to put the glass down on the coffee table. He fox giggled at the wolf's movements, and sat back to give him some much needed room.

The wolf was looking everywhere but at the fox, and he felt a chill run up his spine when the fox asked, "What's your name?" The wolf's eyes darted to meet the fox's, and one of them winked at him.

The wolf swallowed and rubbed his paws together nervously before stammering, "J-James. My name is James." The fox's muzzle split in a beam and he let out another giggle.

"James," he said in a light voice, "I've always like the name James. Something about it is just so professional." The fox wiped his mouth with the back of his paw as he took a sip from his drink, and set it down on the coffee table.

James had scooted about half a foot down the sofa, and was sitting with his head in his paws. He looked up when the fox giggled and raised an eyebrow when he opened his muzzle for an exaggerated yawn. Austin thrust his chest out and let a paw trail down in between his pectorals and abs. James' eyes opened wide when he saw the fox's nipples peek out from his dense, red fur. He bit his tongue to keep from whimpering, and he felt his sheath stir. The fox opened an eye and glanced at the fidgety wolf, letting a giggle escape from his lips as his paw arrived at his pants seam, and began to trail down his thigh. He stopped when he hit a spot of mud. He looked down and frowned, making an irritated noise.

"Oh shoot! Looks like I need to change my pants." His eyes flicked up to the wolf's and he said quietly, "I hope you don't mind."

The wolf cleared his throat, thinking that the fox would go change in his room, so he said quickly, "No no no I don't mind at all." followed by a nervous chuckle.

The fox smiled and stood up, flicking his thumbs under his pants seam. He turned around so that his butt was facing the wolf and flicked his tail a little bit to get his attention, which really wasn't necessary; the wolf's eyes had been glued to the fox the second he stood up. The only noise was the James' rapid breathing as Austin began to slowly slide his pants off. He looked over his shoulder and had a coy smile on his face, and added a low moan for dramatic effect. The wolf grit his teeth as the fox's musky aroma washed over him, and his ears flicked as he heard the whisper of denim rubbing over his coarse fur. He choked as half of his butt was revealed, and bit down onto his tongue to keep from crying out as the pants were lowered past his hips.

The wolf couldn't hold it back anymore, and he released one, short, whimper. Autsin stood up and stretched again, his back muscles moving seamlessly under his fur, and sat back down on the couch with his back still towards the wolf.

"I've never seen someone react like that to my body." the fox said in a sweet voice. "To be honest I didn't know what to do when you found me. Horrible things flashed through my mind, but I was lucky enough to have someone like you find me, and truly save me."

A clap of thunder shook the house, causing the lights to flicker slightly. James jumped out of his skin and accidentally slid closer to the fox, his hip brushing his soft fur. The fox inhaled sharply; now that the wolf was closer he could smell how aroused he was. He chuckled and turned himself around, exposing himself to the wolf. The wolf whimpered again, feeling the heat from the fox hit him as the temperature around them dropped from the storm outside. He kept his eyes looking straight up, until the fox's paws suddenly gripped his chin. His eyes flashed down to gaze into the fox's. The fox smiled slightly and pulled the wolf into a warm kiss. As soon as their lips touched, all of the wolf's muscles lost their stiffness. He let out a lust filled groan and wrapped his paws around the fox's head and smashed their muzzles together. The fox whimpered slightly, not expecting this amount of fervor, but quickly got into it.

Over the sound of their passionate kissing, a loud clap of thunder managed to make the house shake and the lights flicker again. The wolf pulled away, looking up at the light with his ears down, and let out a surprised bark as the fox pounced him. The fox pinned his arms down by his sides and began to plant little kisses down his body, starting at his chin. The wolf moaned loudly as the scent of their arousal surrounded him; he groaned and lifted his head up to look down the fox's body and saw his erection dribbling out pre cum right where his cock was pressing up against his pants. He whined loudly and flexed his cock in his pants, trying to break through the buttons that were like chains constricting a man. His ears flicked when Austin gave a low moan as well. He turned his attention from the fox's leaking cock when he felt the fox stop his descent.

The fox ran his paws through the wolf's dense fur, and dragged his chin through it as he arrived at the wolf's left nipple. He grinned up at the panting wolf, and dropped his muzzle open, letting some saliva drip out and cling to the erect bud. James gasped as he felt the fox's warm breath on his nipple, and he flexed his biceps when he felt the fox's rough tongue slide over it, catching loose hairs and dragging those over it as well. Austin shivered, tasting the wolf's body for the second time. He looked up into the wolf's eyes, an unanswered question on his lips. The wolf's panted for a few seconds before grimacing and nodding his head. Austin let out a loud groan, his wish being granted, and began to plant little kisses down James' body. When he got to his abs, he took a few minutes gently treading his tongue through the indents where his muscles lay, running his paws up the wolf's chest to pull and gently twist his sensitive nipples.

The wolf grunted and curled his toes at the erotic sensation. Shivers ran up and down his body as the fox grinned up at him, sliding down his body until his head dipped up as it hit the large lump in his pants. Austin closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His eyes fluttered open and his muzzle split in a beam as the scent of excited wolf clouded his mind. He held the breath as long as he could, and slowly exhaled through his mouth. His minty breath traveled up the wolf's fur, tickling him slightly as it disturbed his fur, and smacked James right in his nose. He leaned his head back and took a deep breath, which was quickly forced out of him when he felt the fox's cold nose slide up his cock.

James' cock was big enough for the fox to wrap both paws around, and still leave in inch on the tip. The fox's sweaty hair stuck to his face as he gently ran his lips up the hunk of meat, his tongue poking out once in a while to get a taste of the horny wolf. The fox let out a low whine, and moved himself so that James could see his erection. Six inches waved in the cool air, his knot poking out past his sheath and jumping every couple of seconds. Pre dribbled out of his tip, but it was nothing compared to the wolf's. When the fox's tongue arrived at his tapered tip, his reaction made the fox open his eyes wide in surprise. His tongue rotated around it a few times, and the wolf's lips began to tremble as he felt something build up inside of him. He let out a loud grunt and arced his back, thrusting his cock into the fox's mouth a little bit, and let loose a thick stream of pre.

Austin pulled off and coughed, thinking that James had just came, but after a second of tasting, could tell that it was only his thin pre. James relaxed his muscles and his back flopped down onto the slightly cooler sofa. The fox snickered and poked his tongue out again, winking at James before he wrapped his tongue around the meat pole, and inhaled it into his mouth. James did exactly what he had done before. His face contorted into an almost painful grimace and he grunted, thrusting his hips up into the fox's mouth, showering his throat with a hearty amount of pre. The fox gagged, his throat muscles rippling up James' thick cock and milking more of his sweet pre from him. The fox pulled off of his cock, coughing and gasping for breath with one paw around the base of James' knot, gently kneading and tugging the sensitive flesh while his other paw rolled his balls around in his furry sack.

Austin giggled while pre showered down onto his face. The transparent liquid stuck to his eyelashes and it made his eyes twinkle when the light caught them just right. He winked at James and sent his pre cascading down his face like mascara. James took another breath and grit his teeth. The smell of excited fox was getting to him finally.

"Austin. AUSTIN!" the wolf nearly shouted as he began to probe his cock with his tongue. The fox stopped mid lick and gazed up at James' face, his hot breath engulfing his cock. James took a shaky breath and wiped the sweat from his eyes.

"Austin, I-I need you. I need to taste you." The fox's ears shot up at these words, and his muzzle snapped shut. He gracefully flung himself around so that he was in a perfect 69 with the aroused wolf. Austin's cock smacked the wolf in the face, and he began to devour it hungrily like he hadn't eaten in days. The fox gasped and his muzzle quivered as he felt the wolf's nails run up and down his body, followed by bolts of ecstasy from the wolf's skilled tongue pleasuring his member. The fox squeaked and coughed loudly as a bullet of James' pre cum nailed him right in the back of the throat, telling him to get back to work. The fox cleared his throat, and closed his eyes as he started servicing the wolf's cock once again.

A couple of minutes into this, James began notice something happening to the fox. When he had first flipped himself around and straddled his body, his tight sack had barely touched his nose, but after a couple of minutes of sucking the fox's cock, he found his balls almost completely obscuring his vision. He let out a snort as his throat was obstructed by the fox meat in there. He managed to move his tongue around to the tip and he slowly pushed it out of his throat, feeling the fox wriggle around and his pre drip down to collect at the back of his throat. He popped it out of his mouth and swallowed what pre he had; his cock lay on his neck staining him with his pre. He snuffled and scooted the fox's small body down, so that his balls slid from his forehead down to his mouth.

His balls were lathered in sweat that must have accumulated from working outside all day and clearly hadn't been washed for some time. James' mind melted like butter as the overwhelming aroma and taste of male fox and musk exploded on his tongue and in his nose. He slurped the fuzzy orbs into his mouth, lathering them up with spit for a couple of seconds, before catching the fox's winking sphincter. James stopped mid suck and just stared at the little brown hole as it opened and closed a couple times, almost like it was taking a breath. The fox moved slightly, sliding his balls out of the wolf's mouth. Austin craned his neck behind him and a smile came over his sopping wet muzzle when he saw James staring into him. He raised his tail and smacked the top of his head with it, and then sat directly on his nose.

James' eyes widened and he blinked a couple times, taking his time to process what just happened, until Austin ground his hole into his nose, pushing his muzzle open slightly and his taint onto his tongue. His tongue seemed to act of its own accord, and it immediately swiped the fox's musky butt several times. James' ears went back as the howl the fox elicited made his head hurt, but only made him covet the taste of fox butt. His tongue swiped at the raunchy fur, savoring the erotic flavor of his fur that was coated in sweat, slowly making its way up until it came into contact with the bottom of his tight hole. The fox squeaked and moaned right after, rubbing his ass into James' frisky tongue, desperate to feel it inside of him. Austin's cock was laying right in between James' pecs, and and a small pool had formed in his abs from all the pre he had released.

Austin sat up some, keeping a paw around James' leaking cock and whimpered, "You better lube me up good, wolfy. It's not going to be easy fitting this," the fox ran his paw up and down James' cock, squeezing several times, "in my tight hole. Here, maybe this will help." Austin ground his hips into James' mouth again, sliding himself down a little bit so that his taint slipped out and pulled his muzzle down, causing his head to lift up and his nose to poke him right in the rosebud. James' eyes bugged out and he placed his paws on Austin's hips, pushing him forward while he rose up. Austin squeaked and flailed his arms, finding himself falling face first onto the cool leather. He whimpered when he heard James release a loud growl, and then moaned even louder than James as he felt his tongue poke and prod at his tight hole.

James used both of his paws to pry Austin's tender cheeks apart, and he began to poke and prod his tongue around inside of him like a miner prospecting for gold, delving deeper and deeper into the bowel's of the fox, searching for that one spot that would make his head split in mind numbing pleasure. James' paws crawled around Austin's midsection, and he heard Austin yip when he wrapped one paw around the base of his knot, tugging lightly, and the other around his tight sack. Vulgar slurping noises came from the fox's rear, and coupled with the fox's whimpers it was driving James over the edge. He needed to release his seed into this fox. He sat up suddenly, sliding the fox about two feet forward. He yelped and squirmed around, tossing his head behind his shoulder to watch James as he sighted in his target.

James murred as he grabbed the base of the fox's tail, running his wet claws through it, leaving small dark streaks while his other paw slapped the fox's rear a couple time, tenderizing him a little bit to prepare him for the real beating only moments away. He let a deep growl rumble past his dripping lips as he got up from the couch, and dragged the submissive ass around. He pulled Austin's legs down so that he was bent over with his legs completely erect and his back straight. A large grin split his face and he took his dripping cock tip, and placed it on the fox's winking hole.

He brought his muzzle up and took a deep breath, popping his tongue out of his mouth so he could experience all five senses at once: he slid about an inch into the fox, his hole splitting open like a sink hole in the ground, sucking his cock into him like a vacuum of empty space. His ears flicked as a loud high pitched cry was thrust from the fox's muzzle as he was split open like a log. James grinned and stroked the fox's flank as he shoved another inch into his tight bottom. He bent over the fox huffing and puffing as immense heat and pleasure coursed up through the nerves in his cock and into his brain. He took a sniff and felt saliva begin to run down his chin as he absorbed the scent of pure primal mating. He lifted his head back and kept a slow steady pace of in and out while the fox whimpered whenever he slid out, and inhaled whenever he slid into him.

After a few minutes of keeping up that rhythm, the wolf let out a large grunt and slid his whole length into the fox, his knot being the cork that would soon plug the fox up.

"OH GOD! How big are you?!" the fox moaned out. The wolf grinned and wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw, smacking the fox's cheek a few times before grunting, "9 inches," he pulled out and slammed back in, "not including my knot." The fox gasped and clenched his anus around James' cock. He looked over his shoulder, sweaty hair pasted to his face and white spit trails running down either side of his mouth, he licked his lips and winked at the wolf. James beamed at Austin and pulled out, running his leaking tip along his hole before setting his hips, and launching himself into him like a slingshot.

Austin squealed out and pounded the couch, his prostate being punched every couple of seconds by James' tip. He yelped out, "James! James I'm gonna-" He was cut off by James throwing his head back and letting out an ear splitting howl. "HERE IT COMES!" James grit his teeth and thrust his cock in and out of the fox, each time his hole splitting open a little more until finally... Austin let out a squeal as James' knot tied them together, corking him as he pumped him full of his piping hot semen. James slid his paw down Austin's side and grasped his cock, quickly rubbing him off while he came. Austin started to hump involuntarily, pulling on James' knot which only made his orgasm peak again.

"James," the fox groaned out, "Oh fuck James I don't think it will all fit." Austins stomach was bloating rather quickly as his small body was filled to the brim with the wolf's hot spunk. James grinned and flexed his cock inside of the fox, loving the immense pressure that was built up on it. He let out a groan and fell forward onto Austin. He gasped and quickly rolled to the side, so that he wasn't crushed by the large wolf. They lay together on the soft couch, the wolf spooning the fox and letting out affectionate noises every so often as he wiggled his hips around, using his cock like a stirring stick for the cum stuck in his rear. The fox groaned and curled his toes, the tip of his cock stuck right on his prostate, and every little movement causing him insurmountable pleasure.

The two lay like that for some time, the only thing waking both of them up being a bright flash of lighting and a clap of thunder that shook the whole house. Austin jumped out of his sleep and flew up. He looked around the dark house, the storm having knocked out the electricity, and shivered from the frigid air. He rubbed his arms and flinched when he felt warm paws push his away to replace them. He looked over and smiled at James, who grinned back.

"You know," James began in a quiet voice, "I think that maybe we should retire to your room. I can hear your teeth chattering!" Austin let out a quiet giggled and stood up, pulling James up too, and wrapped his buff arms around his body like a robe. James let a breath out into one his is ears, giving the fox chills while he guided James to his room. James chuckled and spun the fox around as they entered his room, pushing him onto the bed and closing the door softly behind him.