FSE

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Sylian leaned back against the wall, staring at his phone and shivering softly.

His heartbeat was a little faster than normal as he stared at the blank chat window, excited and terrified, wondering how the fox would respond. It had been over a minute already, and he could picture the shorter red fox sitting at his computer, grimacing in disgust...or typing and re-typing a response to gently turn away or ignore his suggestion.

After a few minutes, he sighed and slid the phone back into his front pocket.

He straightened and flicked his tail, surreptitiously tugging the corners of his white shirt down to tuck more tightly into his belt. He knew he shouldn't lean against anything while in uniform--it didn't look professional--but his legs were a little weak. He shook his head--he needed to stop thinking about that other fox for a moment.

Raising his eyes, he swept his gaze across the 'awaiting seats' display. His name was there, right at the end, without a seat assignment. The flight was in pre-boarding, but already the gate lice were thick--people crowded as close as they could get to the boarding lane, practically pushing each other out of the way to get closer as if sheer proximity to the airplane would get them on faster.

He shook his head and chuckled to himself, tugging his airline jacket up across his shoulders and zipping the zipper part-way to conceal his epaulettes. He was fond of passengers and their ignorant shared behaviors, even if they were slightly annoying to deal with at times. People needed to feel as though they understood the system to save them from the terror of aviation, and so they puffed out their chests and strutted around and pretended to understand the system.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, and his heart leapt. Trying to control his anxiety, he slid the flat little device out and glanced down at it.

Someone had favorited a picture he'd posted on twitter.

He sighed, wondering why the fox hadn't responded. The longer the delay, the more likely it seemed that the response would be negative, and he fidgeted, stuffing his phone into his jacket.

"Excuse me, um..." The words reached his ears with the scent of a strong perfume, and his nose wrinkled even as his ears perked. He turned to find a young gazelle gazing at him nervously.

"Howdy," he said, giving her what he hoped to be a reassuring grin. "What's wrong?"

His phone buzzed as she began to dig through her pockets, and he resisted the urge to dive for it.

Eventually she emerged with a wrinkled home-printed boarding pass and held it up. It was for Delta, and without her even saying anything he knew what she was going to ask.

"So it looks like you're looking for the B gates. B-15, in this case." He frowned at the time on the boarding pass, checking his watch.

"Oh. Um, how do I get there?"

"Well, you go down the escalators over there and get on the train... go up the escalators at C-terminal and then walk down the main corridor... past the central atrium with the big windows. It'll be the first wing on the right once you get past the restaurants. You better hurry, though!" He shook his head, wondering how she could have gotten so lost with all the signs everywhere. "Your flight is departing in about ten minutes."

"Oh!" She blinked and shook her head. "No, no. It says to be there at 7:35."

Sylian took a breath, then let it out. She'd figure out what departure time meant when she got to the gate. He just wanted to look at his phone.

"Ok. But you should probably hurry, anyway."

She turned away without a word of thanks, heading toward the Starbucks.

He shook his head, then edged away himself, black-furred paw fishing around in his pocket before withdrawing his battered iPhone once more.

_ Sebie> *Shivers*_

He frowned at the line and swiped on it, then tapped in his code, eager to see whether there was more.

There wasn't.

He grumbled a soft little grumble in his throat and started tapping out an excuse to try and salvage the conversation, but another message came in.

_ Sebie> I'm in to it, I think._

His breath caught and he felt himself stiffen rock-hard beneath his wool uniform pants. He blushed, shifting further into the corner to conceal his obvious bulge. That was definitely unprofessional! With a little whine, he glanced back at the bathroom, wondering if he had enough time to sneak in and finish his conversation.

_ Sebie> I just haven't done it. _

"Rrhf," he murmured to himself, licking his lips without conscious thought. With any luck, he'd be there in two hours and maybe that would change.

"Standby passenger Conneally? Sylian Conneally?" The PA caught his attention, and he snapped his jaw shut in a grimace, trying to dampen his excitement and concentrate on the present. He grabbed his roll-aboard and quickly wheeled up to the counter.

He awarded the gate agent a winning grin, but it slipped a bit at a little shake of her head.

"Sorry. Ops just called, and it looks like we're overweight for this leg."

"Oh." Sylian modulated the remnants of his grin to a rueful smile, concealing the momentary anguish he felt at her words. "Understood. I know how these things go."

"Of course," the gate agent nodded to him with a sympathetic smile. "Sorry about that, though. We'll call you up if anything changes."

"Alright. Thanks again."

Reluctant to leave but knowing it was pretty much hopeless at this point, he zipped his jacket up a little further, then padded over to stand beside a column away from the madhouse at the boarding door.

He itched to be there. He pulled up his keyboard.

_ Sylian> Mmmf. I wanna bury my muzzle--_

"Jumpseater!" The word was repeated twice before it caught his attention, and he spun around. The gate agent was waving him over.

"Here," she handed him a piece of paper, and he glanced down at it. 1W.

He almost couldn't believe his luck.

"Better hurry," she said. "They're going to close up soon."

As quickly as he could, he separated his bags and jogged down the jetway.

The flight lead was a black-patterned ocelot in the trim blues of Alyeska Airways, and she lifted her head as he came around the corner, giving him a warm grin.

"Evenin'!" Sylian said with a grin and a nod. "How's it going?"

"Oh, living the dream," she laughed, repeating the familiar refrain. "Looks like you made it!"

"Barely, by the sound of it. They've got me up front, but I wanted to say thanks for the ride."

"Oh." She giggled, shaking her head. "It's all good. I think we can get your bags in the crew closet..."

He followed her as she went aft and slid open the closet. Gently, he set his metal-framed bag atop the identical one at the bottom and stuffed his duffle on top.

"I think we might have a seat in back," the flight attendant murmured, craning her head to peer aft. "Probably should go up, though, since we don't have our finals."

"Okay."

Sylian strode forward, sticking his head through the forward door.

"Gentlemen," he murmured.

The captain, an older wolf, spun around and grinned up at him, extending a paw. "Welcome aboard. Names Micah, and this is Jeff. They got you up here with us?"

"Yes sir," Sylian murmured, shaking hands with both in turn. "If you don't mind."

"Not at all," Micah shook his head. "Sorry we couldn't find you anything in the back, but you're welcome up here. Who do you fly for?"

"Oh, I fly for Muskeg Air out of Klawock. Grummans."

The captain's eyes lit up, and suddenly Sylian had his full attention. "Really! I flew for Island Flying Service ... many years ago. Jeff here, he started off flying in Bethel." The weasel beside him nodded and grinned. "Good to have you. Been up here before?"

"Many times," Sylian said, adding a nod for emphasis.

"Well, make yourself at home. There's a headset up there. Feel free to listen in. If you see anything amiss, don't hesitate to say something."

"Of course."

As Sylian pulled the seat down and settled himself in, he couldn't help his thoughts turning to the sexy fox waiting for him at his destination. Normally he enjoyed any opportunity to ride the jumpseat, but in this case he would have almost preferred 29F, distracted as he was. He'd felt his pocket buzz a few times since running down the jetway, but he didn't dare check his messages on the flight deck. Little shivers of anticipation ran down his spine, and he barely paid attention to the rest of the boarding process or the push and start. He popped his shoulder harnesses on for takeoff and climb, then popped them off. Social reflex took over during cruise, and managed to make it through the rest of the flight with a modicum of polite conversation.

After landing, he waited for the passengers to deplane, then thanked the flight crew and made his goodbyes. Striding through the terminal at his destination, the people around him faded into generic forms, and he was barely aware of walking, floating as he was toward the exit.

As he came down the stairs, a patch of russet caught his eye and his breathing quickened. He could see the fox looking up the escalator at him, and could see his eyes crinkle, lips pulled back in his shy smile. It was all he could do not to drop his bag and bound down the rest of the escalator to hug the fox, but professionalism--or at least the image of it--was still important.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said at last, striding up close. The other fox swished his tail, dipping his head a bit.

"Hi." Sebie's voice was surprisingly deep for his size, something that always caught Sylian off guard though he'd heard it a hundred times before.

"Hi," Sylian murmured back. "Are you in short term?"

"Yeah."

Without another word, he followed the fox out, feeling almost as if he were in a daze. He carefully loaded his bags into the trunk and then slid into the passenger seat.

Their paws met in the middle as the smaller fox started the car.

The trip home was an interminable torture to Sylian. Now and again he'd trace a paw along the inside of the Sebie's black-clad thigh, but for the most part he was good, managing the small talk without saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Down the highway, then the road, then the street... the car got slower and slower as the roads got smaller, and Sylian could feel his excitement build as they neared the fox's house.

The driveway. The gate. The door... the lock, and then they were alone.

"I've missed you so much," Sylian murmured, hugging Sebie tightly to him and rocking from side to side.

"Mmm, missed you too. How's my filthy fox?"

Sylian felt his pulse quicken at the appellation, and he nosed down to kiss the fox's nose. "Very randy," he whispered.

"Good, 'cause I'm a very dirty fox." Sebie reached down to touch his hips, then turned him slightly and pushed gently toward the bedroom. With a soft whine, Sylian glanced at the bathroom inquisitively.

"No," the other fox said. "Bad foxes don't get bathrooms."

Sylian allowed himself to be guided into the fox's room, trembling with anticipation. As Sebie turned to close the door, he slid up behind him, sliding paws down his front and grinding against his rump, digits fumbling with the button front on the fox's pants.

"Bad fox," Sebie huffed... but his own paws were pulling his belt free and his pants down. The smell of foxmusk reached Sylian's nose as his underwear hit the floor, and he resisted the urge to dive in with his muzzle, raking his claws through the fox's fur instead to caress his rump and fondle his bushy tail.

Sebie turned around between Sylian's paws, pink length poking from his sheath. He lifted his paws, removing Sylian's clip-on tie, then quickly undoing the buttons on his shirt. Sylian shrugged it off of his shoulders, tempering his lust long enough to grab a hangar from the fox's closet and hang it up, then pulled off his undershirt and tossed it to the floor.

He turned to find Sebie sitting naked on the bed, and he belatedly realized that he had finally put on the PVC sheets he'd been teasing him about. As he watched, the fox sank back on the bed, raising a knee and spreading his legs slightly.

Sylian licked his lips, gazing at the luscious little creature before him, and slowly sank to his knees on the floor, nosing up between foxlegs to snuffle. His knotless black cock was iron beneath his black underwear as he slid his claws slowly through the thick white fur of the fox's inner thighs. With a soft, breathless little moan, he nosed forward to delicately lap at his rump in a tender little kiss. As his lips touched, however, he hesitated a breath--even the outer flesh of the fox's hole was dirty. With a lascivious little smirk, he pressed forward anyway, eyes unfocused as he lapped softly against the fox's hole.

He groaned again, this time in surprise, as his tongue found Sebie's rump slightly open and full; soft foxmuck coated his tongue. His eyes slipped all the way shut and he hesitated again for the slightest moment before plunging his tongue back in, lapping and groaning. He could feel his own length throbbing hard, restrained by his underwear, as Sebie's filth filled his muzzle; brown drool dripped from his lips as he slurped up the fox's mess. Suddenly Sebie's paw was touching his hair, clutching it and tugging his muzzle hard against his rear.

Sylian gasped, swallowing reflexively; he pulled his tongue back a little as he felt the fox push, and a second later, the unmistakable bitter taste of filth filled his muzzle. He couldn't even moan as his muzzle was slowly filled with sticky foxfilth, spreading against his tongue and pushing out between his teeth to spackle his lips.

He didn't care.

He slid his tongue deep into the fox's full hole, digging more out and spreading it around his teeth and lips, smacking his muzzle with a little visceral shudder.

A moment later, Sebie released his hair and pushed him away. Sylian whined, looking up to watch Sebie slide his digits between his slickened rumpcheeks and into his own mess, then draw some out to rub between his legs and under his balls. He nosed forward, but the fox put his dirty paw across his muzzle and pushed him back.

"No. Bad fox."

As he watched, Sebie began to push more of his mess out, coating his cock and rump, paw spattered and dirty as he began to paw himself slowly, length coated brown.

Suddenly Sebie's coated paw found Sylian's muzzle, then his hair, tugging him back toward him. He didn't hesitate, taking the fox's length in his muzzle's filthy embrace as the fox began to hump forward, spreading his filth within his muzzle.

Sylian dragged his tongue along the underside, unable to keep from swallowing more; he'd never been this gratuitously filthy, but lust overrode his restraint. One filthy paw slid under his jaw, and the other paw gripped the back of his head, and the fox thrust forward hard, causing him to gag. The grip didn't let up, however, and he fought down the reflex, drooling profusely as the fox fucked filth down his throat. Through it all, he never let up in his lapping and suckling, sliding a paw down to rub at the lump in his underwear.

A dozen lust-filled thrusts later, he pulled back again, and this time the fox let him go. He instantly nosed back down, pressing his nose down to Sebie's thickly-coated undertail.

The fox smirked at his reaction, and he felt something touch his neck. A finger under his chin lifted his muzzle, and he squirmed again as a collar was fastened around his neck.

"My fox." Sebie took the loop of his collar with one filthy digit, pulling up him up onto the bed. Sylian whimpered as the fox pushed him down and urged him onto his back.

He rolled, paws sliding down to push at his underwear as the fox straddled his muzzle. He'd just kicked them free of his ankle when Sebie began to slowly... very slowly... sit down on his muzzle, filth sticking to and coating his muzzlefur. He twitched his nose up, managing to only get a little bit of filth on it, but the rest squished down against his whiskers and lips, and as he began lapping at the fox's dirty hole, he could feel the fox pawing above him. Sebie pushed down against his mouth to force a little more filth out into his very full muzzle; not to be outdone, Sylian slithered his tongue deep within and began to pull out the rest, licking his filthy fox clean. His paw hovered near his hard length but he carefully avoided touching, so close to the edge he could barely stand it. The back of his throat felt full, and he had to carefully restrain the urge to swallow.

He whimpered softly--he'd never gotten sick from dirty play, and he'd read that it was pretty much benign, but a frisson of worry always snuck in regardless, and he'd never really swallowed any because of it.

To his surprise, unlike usual, the fox didn't react to his whimper by asking him what was wrong; instead, Sebie pressed harder down against his muzzle and nose until he couldn't breathe.

Sylian squirmed and whimpered, but it was lust that drove his reaction rather than discomfort. After a few seconds the fox lifted back up and swung off of his muzzle, cock bobbing near his nose.

"Goooooood foxy," Sebie murmured approvingly. He moved to the edge of the bed and then dropped to the floor. Before Sylian could wonder if he'd finished, however, the fox had grabbed his legs and hauled him over to the edge of the bed and was stroking claws across his balls and undertail. Sebie pushed forward until his hips were touching Sylian's rump, filthy knotted pink cock bobbing over Sylian's clean black one.

Sebie leaned forward, almost as if he was going to kiss Sylian, and Sylian arched forward with a little tremble. Instead of luscious fox lips, however, he found the fox's filthy paw, and two filthy digits dipping into the filth that filled his muzzle.

Sylian groaned, toes curling in the air over the fox's shoulders. He opened his eyes as the fox drew his paw back, thickly coated in a layer of brown mess; lifting his head, he watched the fox spread it along his member, pawing slowly until it was well coated.

"Mnrr?" Sylian inquired.

"Hush, foxy." Sebie said, then dragged the tip of his cock down along his balls and undertail.

Sylian's eyes widened as he felt the fox begin to push into his black ass, spreading him wide, gliding into his rear on a layer of filth.

"Mmmn, good fox. Ohhh..." Sebie moaned, trembling atop. He tilted his head back and closed his eyes. "Full fox."

Sylian blushed hotly beneath his fur as he realized that the fox was right. It was a wonderful relief to not have to worry. Then again, his muzzle was probably more full than... he lost his train of thought and groaned muffledly as Sebie began adding pressure to hilt himself within, eventually bumping his hips against Sylian's rump.

Sylian groaned, still fighting the urge to swallow, feeling very, very full. With a feral little growl, Sebie leaned forward, opening his eyes to grin down at him. He rocked forward, and as Sylian groaned again he raised a paw to wrap around his muzzle, forcing it tightly shut.

"Good fox," Sebie whispered, then slowly drew back.

Sylian gurgled, ears flat back. Sebie stroked his muzzle, massaging his filthy saliva into the white fur of his underchin without letting up the pressure holding his muzzle shut. Despite his best effort, Sylian felt himself swallow a bit of foxfilth, and then a little more. He squeezed his eyes shut, rolling them back and shuddering as he felt the mess descend his esophagus, but his attention was disrupted as Sebie thrust back in again, going deep. The pressure on his prostate was intense as the fox slowly began working himself into a rhythm, grinding for a moment at the end of every firm thrust, never releasing his muzzle.

Sylian's whimpers and moans were very muffled indeed, and he found himself somewhat helplessly swallowing more and more of the fox's filth a little at a time.

"Fuck," Sebie groaned, then tilted him sideways, holding him by one leg and beginning indeed to fuck... very hard. His pace ramped up slowly until they were both sweating, and his thrusts began to become increasingly erratic. A moment later, he let go of Sylian's muzzle and drove in hard once more; an intense ache of pressure began to fill Sylian's rump, and he whimpered loudly as he felt the fox's knot expand within him. A few more hard thrusts, and then it was only forward humping as Sebie's knot locked them together. Deep into his bowels the fox drove, tugging and slamming against him as if desperate to get deeper than physically possible; after a few more thrusts, Sebie groaned loudly, then growled, then groaned, and his knot became rock-hard within Sylian. After a few minutes of hard, erratic thrusts, Sebie groaned again, head tilting forward.

Sylian opened his eyes and tilted his head at Sebie, giving him a filthy grin, but then gasped and shut them again as the fox's dextrous paw found his stiff member and began to pump quickly at it. The fox's other paw wrapped back around Sylian's muzzle, and he leaned forward, whiskers tickling the inside of Sylian's ear.

"Swallow it all, then cum for me, filthy little fox," the other fox whispered.

Sylian couldn't have done anything else had he wanted to. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut, swallowing the salty, clay-like foxfilth even as he arched upward, straining hard against Sebie's knot as he began spraying foxcum all over his chest, face, and even the bed and wall in the most intense orgasm of his life. It seemed as though minutes went by with Sebie milking cum from him as he whined and huffed and writhed.

When he'd finally settled back with a huge sigh, completely enervated, Sebie collapsed on top of him, his knot still rock hard within his rump. The fox sighed, stroking Sylian's muzzle softly.

"Good little foxy," the fox whispered again, nuzzling against his ear.

They lay there for quite a while, until Sebie was able to pop his knot free. To Sylian's surprise, he wasn't quite done with him, tugging his muzzle to his shit-covered cock. Needing no further bidding, Sylian closed his eyes, lapping slowly along Sebie's mostly-flacid length until the worst of the mess was cleaned up.

Sebie smirked, smacking him gently across the muzzle with his pink shaft. "Well... want to get cleaned up and get chinese?"

Sylian opened his eyes and sat up, ears perking. All he could taste was filth.

He grinned and nodded happily, licking his lips.